#montgomery gator x female reader

[revelinginthedarkrooms]

Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 3

Notes: MONTGOMERY GATOR MY BELOVED

I am so thirsty for this alligator, and I'll be damned if I don't see more fics for him.

This is kind of a longer chapter! (Heh, like his di--)

CHAPTER 3: Death (Rock n’) Roll

After saying goodbye to Chica (as well as getting an autograph and a selfie to brag to your online friends about later), you exited her room to wander about the mall again.

“Where should I go next?” You wondered, studying the map with your hands on your hips. “Hmm… I’ve already been to the pizzeria…”

All of a sudden, you heard footsteps - and as you turned around, you heard a gruff voice. “Hey there, what’s a dame like you doin’ around after hours?”

Standing several feet behind you was Monty, the newest member of the band. Through the sunglasses on his face you could tell he was eyeing you, yet you couldn’t quite figure out in what way.

You decided to push your luck and waved at him. “I’m just here to look around! Vanessa let me join her.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because he barked a laugh. “Vanessa, bringing company? Management ain’t gonna be happy to hear ‘bout that.”

Your tentative smile dropped. “I don’t want to get her in trouble… Please don’t tell on her. This is on me.”

“Oh, is it?” He questioned, stepping closer. There was something decidedly menacing in his voice as he looked you up and down, pulling down the star-shaped shades so that you could see his eyes.

You swallowed. This was not the time to start lusting after an animatronic alligator.

“Well now, I reckon there’s somethin’ to be done if you don’t want good ol’ Vanessa to get in trouble.” His voice went deeper - you had no idea how, but it made your heart skip a beat - and he pointed his thumb back towards his room.

“Y- you mean…?”

“C’mon, now, don’t play coy with me, sha!” He let out another loud laugh and scooped you up, hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Wh-- hey!” You exclaimed as you kicked your feet on reflex.

His clawed hand came to rest on your butt, and that made you pause. Your eyes widened as you looked back. What the fuck did they program his AI with?!

“I’ve heard a lot about you tonight,” he commented. “You’re mighty fine, y’know?”

“Thanks?”

“Dunno why, but I’ve been thinkin’... you deserve something extra for comin’ all this way just to see us.”

You bit your lip, giddy with excitement. “What were you thinking of?”

“Oh, you’ll see when we get there.” His voice was a deep purring rumble, one that made your heart jump.

This is it, this is happening! You lightly kicked your legs in excitement, causing his hand to pat your ass firmly. You could cry tears of joy. I’m losing my virginity! Suck on that, Kevin from tenth grade! Who’s the virgin now?

As Monty trudged back to his greenroom, you wondered just what he would do. What is he programmed to want? Is he gonna be rough? Is he gonna be sweet? No, wait, this is Monty. He doesn’t do ‘sweet’, right?

All too soon, the door opened, and the unexpected darkness made you even more nervous until he flicked the light on, and you were greeted to a mess of torn-up and broken furniture. You were dropped onto a torn-up couch sagging against the wall with a quiet ‘oof’, Monty’s claws tilting your chin up to meet his glowing eyes.

A shiver went up your back at the look in them. His glasses did nothing to obscure the uncannily-lifelike glint as he looked you up and down once more.

“You’re a pretty one, alright,” he murmured lowly as he traced the curve of your jaw with his index fingernail. “How you in with Vanessa?”

“We go way back,” you answered, your gaze locked on his. “High school.”

His chest rumbled in a hum, and the very tip of his nail teased up your chin.

“Big fan, are ya?” He chuckled.

“Very big,” your voice dropped an octave and you tilted your head, looking up at him through your lashes. Is my thirst too obvious? Chica was kind of oblivious, but this is Monty…

“Is that right.” He leaned in, a smirk on his face.

You leaned in, your eyelids shutting, your lips pursing…

… and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning into your side.

“Well, c’mon, now’s your time for a photo!”

Your eyes blinked open. What. “Huh?”

“Vanessa mentioned you wanted ta meet us,” Monty replied as if it was painfully obvious. “Whaddya want? A pic? A hug? An autograph?”

I want to get dicked, you thought in a huff. Instead, you forced a smile. “A photo sounds great!”

“Rock n’ roll,” he replied, and you had to smile as you pulled out your phone. “No flash photography, now. Don’t wanna freeze up on ya!”

Switching to your camera, you held it up and snapped a picture of the two of you, Monty's cheek pressed against yours. He was winking at the screen, shades pulled down just enough to see his red irises. You took another of the two of you making a ‘rock on’ gesture at the camera. You took a few more of differing poses, some normal, others whacky. Quirky, even.

You bit your lip and looked through them, trying to find the best one. You finally settled on the photo with him winking into the lens, sent it to your favorites, then put it back in your pocket.

“Righteous,” he chuckled. “What else did ya want? I know that ain’t all.”

Finally.

You straightened up and beamed at him. “I was wondering something about you… something that I recently learned from Chica.”

“You already saw Chica?” He questioned, tilting his head. “And here I thought I was your favorite.”

“I don’t play favorites, but if I did, you’d easily top the charts,” you flirted.

“Is that so?”

“You’re quite the rockstar from what I can see.” Your eyes trailed down his chest towards the scale-textured pants that made up his plating. “Real vibes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your voice grew breathy as you looked up at him. “Even more than Freddy, that’s for sure.”

Something changed in the alligator’s demeanor, something more smug. Prideful. That had been the right thing to say, it seemed. Perhaps he was jealous of Freddy…?

“Well of course I do,” he hmphed. “I know what you want. Freddy’s too stuffy.”

“You’ve got juuuust what I’m looking for.” You smiled, sly and coy, and pressed a hand to his chest. “Whaddya say we ditch Rockstar Row and hang out somewhere else?”

“You wanna hang with ol’ Monty?” He barked a laugh, patting your back. “A’ight, sha. I know a place.”

The loud growling from the golf course greeted you as the animatronic gator led you through it. Somehow he’d gotten the activity bot to let you through to play, and you were breezing through the holes together.

You laughed as he expertly drove the ball in. “How are you so great at this? You’re making me look like the biggest amateur!”

“Ya think I’d be a loser on my own course?” He chuckled, bending to pick up the ball from the hole. “You ain’t that bad yourself, sweetheart.”

“Not compared to you.” You playfully huffed, folding your arms across your chest.

You thought you imagined Monty’s eyes straying just a split-second longer on your chest before he winked at you. “Somebody’s gotta show newbies the ropes ‘round these parts.”

You smiled, half-lidded eyes staring into his. “You wanna bet?”

“Name your stakes.” He leaned in with a smirk.

“If you win, you get to choose what we do next.” Booping his snout, you continued, “But if I win… I get to choose what we do.”

“You’re on.” He held out his hand to shake, and you took it firmly.

Long story short, you lost. By a long shot.

He didn’t even try to go easy on you, something that simultaneously bruised and soothed your ego.

“Well well,” he was too smug as he stood over you, hands on his hips. “Looks like I won.”

“Don’t get too full of yourself, you still have to choose what we do next,” you retorted, raising a brow.

“Feisty,” he snickered. “Well. All that playing got me riled up again. What say you and me play a little game of hide and seek?”

You bit your lip at the dip in his voice. “That’s all? What happens if you catch me?”

He dipped his head far enough to gaze at you with hunger in his half-lidded eyes. “I’ve got an envie for somethin’ only you can help with.”

A delicious shiver went through your body.

“I’m gonna be nice and give you a thirty-second head start.” His chuckle became low and sinister. “Better start running.”

Immediately, you turned and took off - but not before pausing, whirling around, and blowing him a kiss.

You heard him guffaw faintly as you burst from the golf course, your shoes pounding against the tile. You had no idea where you were going, all you knew was that you were going to have the best hiding place.

And once he found you?

“Finally,” you panted, your voice wobbling and ecstatic with your fast-paced steps. You laughed maniacally - or at least, the best you could with your heaving breaths. “Robot dick is going to be mine!”

You took a quick look at the map kiosk before deciding on the utility tunnels. It would be fairly easy to hide down there.

Giggling, you heard him shout “Here I come!” and you tried to quicken your pace.

Finding a pair of red doors, you glanced back to see him in the distance. Waving teasingly to him, you threw open one of the doors and darted inside, jumping down the staircase.

You heard something scuttling on the wall but paid it no mind, too focused on running.

The doors above you slammed open, and Monty bellowed, “You can run, but you can’t hide!”

You momentarily stumbled, falling down the stairs. You barely managed to hold in a shout, hissing under your breath, “Fuck! Shit! Dammit--!”

“I can hear you!”

Scrambling, you got to your feet. Your knees were bruised and you stumbled slower than you’d like, but you managed to find a small room with two beds separated by curtains.

Perfect!

You drew both of them, lying down on one bed in what you hoped was a sexy pose, dropping your bag onto the ground beside you.

The faint rumbling of his steps grew louder and louder, and your blood was pounding in your ears with your excitement. Here he comes…!

The door slammed open and Monty cackled loudly. “Where you at, (y/n)...?

You could barely contain your giggle as he stalked towards the curtains. His heavy steps paused before one curtain.

Three long seconds passed before he ripped it open with a loud screeching of curtain rods against metal.

“Not in here…” He murmured with a hum. “I wonder where you got to…”

You held your breath, vision swimming with the thrill of it all. Just a little closer…!

Several more long seconds passed. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out the little noises of the utility room.

Then his feet turned, and he walked away.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Had you hidden that well? He couldn’t possibly have missed you.

Sure enough, you heard a door open and slam shut… and just like that, you were left in silence. Boner-killing silence. Or at least the feminine equivalent of it.

You let out a silent breath, frustration bleeding into your chest. What the fuck.

Then suddenly, the curtain ripped open, startling you so bad you almost fell off the bed.

Monty’s bright eyes stared at you in triumph. “Looks like I found you!”

His clawed hand slammed onto the wall next to your head, and you flinched - but the fear quickly turned to fresh excitement as he loomed over you with a dangerous aura.

“You found me,” you breathed, shifting your hips. “What are you going to do to me?”

If he had a functioning tongue, you swear he’d be licking his lips by now as his free hand gripped your hip, his claws threatening to tear into the fabric of your jeans.

“You planned this out, didn’t you…” He growled, yanking your jeans down roughly. His claw caught your panties too, revealing your soaking pussy.

You bit your lip and stared up at him with a total air of innocence, “Oh no, what are you doing?”

“Going to give this naughty girl what she wants,” Monty’s voice dipped deeper as the panel on the front of his ‘pants’ opened. Almost immediately, a rather long scaly phallus popped out, stiff and oozing lubricant from its tip.

“You’re so big...” your voice was softer than you thought it would be, and you unconsciously shifted your legs even further apart.

“And it’s all for you, baby.” He eyed your sweater and demanded, “Show yourself to me.”

You nodded, shyly reaching down and pulling the hem up, revealing a matching lacy bra.

Monty’s pupils dilated and he reached over to tug the cups down, and when your breasts were free he cupped one in his hand, squeezing and running his thumb across the top.

You moaned, biting your lip as he played with your boobs, your nipples becoming hard peaks under his attention.

“Dirty girl.” His voice was syrupy with lust.

Gripping your thigh, he further spread you open and settled between your legs, one knee on the bed as he raised your lower half off the bed.

You reached for the pillow for purchase, clenching your fingers tightly around its soft case.

His dick was longer than your strap-on was, which was a surprise. It was a deep green at the base, fading into a soft purple at the tip. It was tapered and looked to be extremely squishy, which was strange. Perhaps they wanted to be more anatomically correct?

“Are you gonna behave for me?” His voice was huskier and breathier, even without air to breathe. It was a fucking turn-on.

You nodded rapidly. “I’ll be a good girl,” you whimpered as his grip tightened momentarily. His nails poked at your flesh but didn’t sink in, a warning that you quickly understood.

“Good.” He exhaled at the sight of your soaking pussy. “You are so wet… I ain’t even need all my fingers to open you up!”

His index teased at your lips, and when it sank in, your legs suddenly grew weak. Your head fell back against the pillow with a shaking moan at the intrusion. When he pushed in the middle, you began to cry. “Please, Monty!”

“Please what? You gotta use your words,” he playfully retorted.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. “Please, pretty please just fuck me already!”

“You sure got a mouth on ya, huh?” With a bark of laughter, he scissored his fingers inside you, easily stretching out the soft flesh. “I ain’t one to snitch. You want it that badly?”

“I can’t wait another second, please!”

“Alrighty then.” He pulled his two fingers out with a wet pop, eyeing the liquid clinging to them hungrily. “You really are ready, ain’tcha?”

You whimpered, squirming under his stare as he gripped his dick. With a hiss, he pumped it once, twice - before guiding it to your waiting entrance. With one shove, he was in - and the two of you let out a low groan at the sensation.

“Even with how wet you are, you’re still so tight!” He grabbed your other hip and began moving his hips against yours. His eyes narrowed at your twitchy form as he lifted you further off the mattress. “You’re just suckin’ me in. You’re a real special gal, (y/n)!”

You were in utter heaven. Your head rolled against the pillow, your eyes rolling back with the sparks of electricity going up your pussy and right to your core.

“Oh,” he exhaled, and when he rolled his hips a little higher against you, he struck your g-spot head-on.

You let out a cry, your back arching for a second before flopping back down onto the bed.

Monty looked surprised for a split-second before he grinned toothily. “Oh? That your special little spot?”

He hit it again, and you whimpered out an affirmative, nodding your head as you clenched your teeth, your toes curling around his shoulders. Soft moans echoed around the enclosed space before your volume increased again, and your pleasured wailing reverberated around the room.

Every inch of you was burning hot, burning with lust previously unknown as his hips snapped against yours with the slap of skin against plating. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in, his dick squelched and sloshed with the sound of your dripping insides greedily sucking him in, your walls pulsing with need to have that dick as deep as it could go.

“Monty,” you gasped, your heels bouncing against his back, “Fuck, Monty!”

“Say it louder, baby,” he groaned. “Tell me who your favorite is!”

“You! You’re my favorite! Oh fuck, Monty--!” You howled as your walls squeezed, the tight coil of arousal exploding in your gut and sending your body into overdrive.

His glasses slid down his snout as you twitched and jerked in his hold, your mouth dropping open and a guttural, animalistic  groan wrenched itself from the depths of your throat.

“Ugh--!” He choked in surprise, but his gaze darkened and he began to laugh. “You all done, sweet thing? Then I suppose I’ll have to finish the job!”

Your limp body was held higher as he utterly speared you through, his dick pressing into you as deep as he could get it. Your sensitive pussy was still trying to come down from your high, and your body started to warn you that it wasn’t ready to build up to another orgasm so quickly.

Still you swallowed down your discomfort and watched helplessly as he began to use you like a human fleshlight, his hands gripping your waist and yanking you back onto him like a doll.

“You’re so much wetter now,” he snickered, and his head tilted back as his eyes shut in bliss. “Yet you haven’t stopped trying to suck me in. You’re a naughty little thing, aren’tcha?”

You let out a low moan in response, and he laughed once more before grunting and picking up his torturous pace.

“I ain’t never done this before, so I don’t know what’s gonna happen,” he huffed. “Come, is that what you humans say?”

“Are you about to…?”

“I’m gonna,” he panted, gritting his robotic teeth together as he painfully slammed his hips into yours, sheathing all of himself inside with a roar. “I’m comin’!”

Unlike with Chica, Monty’s cum felt thicker - stickier - like regular semen should be. Yet as it gushed into you, it didn’t feel warm. It was barely lukewarm, a strange sensation compared with your sweltering insides.

You struggled for breath as your ecstasy faded - and when he was done spilling into you, you reached up to curl your shaky fingers around his neck. He lifted you up, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek as his cum began to ooze from your spent pussy.

“That was…” you began, still breathless, “That was something.”

“Rock n’ roll,” he agreed with a wink as he helped you into a sitting position. “I don’t do this for all my fans; consider yourself a special exception.”

Then he pulled out - and as you whined from the sensation of his tapered dick pulling out, dragging on your clit as he went, a glob of translucent cum trailed behind.

You leaned against him tiredly as he shoved back in for a brief moment, a surprised, strangled noise coming from your throat.

“I want you to keep that inside,” he instructed with a devilish grin. “Consider it a present from your ol’ pal Monty.”

“You are so much dirtier than I expected you to be,” you commented.

“Only around you,” he teased. He slipped your panties back up your legs and located your jeans in a heap on the floor.

You shimmied yourself into your jeans, standing up from the bed as best you could and hopping to get into them. Your overstimulated cunt was still sensitive, but somehow you managed to get comfortable again.

He patted your ass once you were done and pulling your sweater back down, bra back in place. “You want me to carry you back?”

“Please,” you nodded, opening your arms.

He hoisted you into his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he turned, making his way from the medical room.

[glambots]

hello, could I request Monty and glamrock Freddy’s reaction to a crush who can spout off animal facts.

she normally does child friendly one because of where she’s at, but perhaps one night shift she accidentally talks about how ‘bears can rip off the head of a moose in one swipe’ or ‘alligators are opportunistic feeders, so they can and have performed cannibalism or has taken to eaten human meat.’

I’m sorry if this doesn’t follow guidelines or if it’s too long. Please feel free to ignore if so.

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "The More You Know:"🎩

Well, that is...an interesting fact, Superstar! Thank you for sharing! It is a good thing that natural bears are extinct. And you do not have to worry about him ripping off any heads! Of course! He's very quick to try and change the subject. He likes your animal facts, but that one really caught him off-guard, and he's not going to be able to stop thinking about it for a while. (-cut to Freddy in his room, staring at his hands- "I would never. But could I...?")

🐊Montgomery Gator + "The More You Know:"🐊

You know those moments in comedies when someone is playing a guitar, and then a character makes a weird comment, and the guitar string snaps as everyone freezes? That's pretty much what happens. Monty was tuning his bass when you said it, and TWANG! Cue a snapped string and a very concerned looking alligator. Oh... Huh. Good thing he prefers the food court! Haha! Ha...ha... (Maybe he should cut back on the "man-eater" jokes...)

[avegool]

City Boy, Farm Girl

Read on Ao3 Here.

 The little bar was hidden in one of the back alleys of one of the many culturally distinct sections of the City. It was one of the only animatronic-friendly bars and was often full of them. Animatronics didn’t necessarily drink, but they wanted to be able to go to social places, too, without the possibility of being attacked for not being “normal.”

 What even was normal in the world? You could be more robot than human, but you would still be ranked above the animatronics.

 Animatronics were seen as lesser beings. Servants. Slaves, to some. To you, they were friends. They were just like everyone else, just without the human parts hidden beneath the metal.

 Though, the one looming over you at the bar was one of the least pleasant ones you had the misfortune of meeting. For someone who only came up to your shoulders, they were sure adamant about hitting on you. They even made lewd comments about your ass. You ignored the ferret-shaped animatronic at first, continuing to drink the whiskey in your hand.

 Then, Ferret got handsy.

 Now. You weren’t confrontational in the least. You tried to keep the peace in any situation you were put in - a rarity in the City. Most people would throw a hit or whip out a gun whenever the smallest little problem arose.

 You chalked it up to being raised on a farm, not in the crazy urban City that never ended, never slept, and never stopped. No wonder people were violent here. You would be too, if you grew up in such a toxic environment.

 But when the Ferret touched your ass. That was it.

 You placed your cup down on the countertop and swiveled on the bar stool to look at him. He leaned against the counter and grinned at you, his fluffy ears jolting upright.

 “Touch me again, I dare you,” you warned, “I might not be a city girl, but I know how to put an animal down.”

 His inner fans whirred and he leaned closer. Ferret clearly enjoyed your threat. He grabbed onto your arm with his claws and gazed up at you with half-lidded eyes-

 “Wow, a fleshy that can turn me on just like that, please say-”

 Another claw, larger, sharper, and greener rested on the ferret’s head. The smaller animatronic turned his head, his neck creaking from the excess weight now placed upon it. His speckled-green eyes widened at the sight of the newly arrived gator- or maybe he was a crocodile. You weren’t sure.

 “Now, I know ya weren’t hitting on my girl,” the gator said, “You know what I do to creeps like ya?”

 The fact that a second, larger animatronic was now here and claiming you to be his was terrifying. What did you do to deserve this treatment? Is it the lack of cybernetics that most of the other City dwellers have? Or did you just give out a vibe? You had no clue, but you regretted going for an overpriced drink in the slums of the City. You might have been better off just going to your hotel room and snatching a drink from the fridge.

 The ferret recoiled from the alligator, nearly tripping on his own tail trying to get away. Whoever this gator was, he was clearly known around the bar. Once the ferret was gone, the gator took his seat in the bar stool beside you.

 You wearily watched him before rotating your legs back under the bar. You downed the rest of your whiskey and wondered if you should run while you had the chance.

 The gator rapped his knuckles on the bar, “Another one of what she’s having.” he demanded.

 The human behind the bar nodded. Her bangles and rings jingling as she moved to get the bottle of whiskey from the shelf. She poured an amount into your glass before disappearing onto the other side of the bar again.

 You stared at the glass and shivered. Now you were in the gator’s debt. Whoever he was.

 You decided to nip it in the bud before you got yourself in too deep.

 “Thank you,” you said, “But I can handle myself. I was doing fine before you came in.”

 It came out ruder than you expected, but it was good enough. Maybe he would get the hint and move on. You weren’t interested. You weren’t staying in the City very long, and you didn’t plan on making friends or anything else.

 “Sure looked like ya needed help,” he grumbled back, lowering his star-shaped glasses to get a good look at you with his red eyes. “You’re a fleshy. Doubt you could last long against one of us.”

 He…made a point. Unlike the majority of the population, you did not have any enhancements. No super strength. No super agility. Nothing. You were just a plain-Jane human. An animatronic could easily overpower you. There was no comparing a fleshy and an animatronic. Would the ferret have gotten pushier? Would he have forced himself on you? You’d never know, now.

 You finally grabbed the glass and took a sip of the whiskey. He got it for you. You might as well drink it. He did you two favors. You won’t let them go to waste.

 You say your name.

 The gator grunted. He was just as rude as the ferret.

 You downed the rest of your whiskey and stood up, placing a tenner on the bar top. You patted down your cargos.

 “Thanks for the drink,” you mumbled, “See ya.”

 You didn’t make it very far before the gator grabbed onto the sleeve of your leather jacket. You don’t turn to look at him, but you do stop. He obviously wanted to say something.

 “Monty,” he said, “That’s the name. You’re not from around here, are ya?”

 You chuckled and stashed your hands in your pockets. “Is it that obvious?”

 “Yeah, it is.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Let me walk ya home. Streets get dicey at night. Especially ‘round here.”

 Your immediate answer was ‘no.’ But. The ferret could still be lingering around outside, waiting for you. Or something worse. Your first night here you were harassed by a group of men. Everyone made the City out to be so great, but in reality, it was just a cesspool of the worst people.

 You turned to look at Monty over your shoulder. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks,” Came out of your mouth before you meant it to.

 Well, no changing your mind now. Monty stood up from the barstool, and you realized just how tall he was. He easily towered over you, and the size of his arms made you completely understand why the ferret was so terrified. Monty was gigantic and looked strong. His bright-red mohawk and beard paired with the leather trousers he wore tucked into large combat boots was downright…no it wasn’t as scary as you thought. It looked good on him. Monty didn’t wear a shirt, though, you supposed he didn’t need to.

 He sidestepped around you and walked toward the bar door, waving his hand at the patrons he passed. His tail swished back and forth as he walked, though it was elegant. It never got close to knocking anything around. A few of the other customers waved and called his name, but you didn’t want to stick around to find out why he was so well-known. Monty wasn’t your friend. He was just a dude walking you home.

 The door jingled as it closed behind you. Monty was standing a little ways up the alley, waiting for you to come lead him. But he wasn’t looking at you. His piercing red glare was aimed for something just behind you. You looked over your shoulder, and the ferret was standing there, petrified. Good call having Monty walk you home.

 Monty’s tail beat against the wet stone of the alley, impatient, probably. You spared the ferret one last, nasty glance before hastily making your way toward the gator.

 As you approached his side, he tucked his hands in his pockets. “Where to?”

 “I’m staying the hotel on Third,” you said, “The Jefferson.”

 Monty began to walk toward the direction Third street was. He knew the City well, you realized. It was so large. You got lost the first day you came. The underground was confusing, and you struggled to decipher it. But he knew exactly where he was and where he was going. Maybe it was an animatronic thing. Maybe they had an inbuilt GPS. With your sense of direction, you were a tad bit jealous.

 You followed behind him, careful to not trip on his tail. It swayed left to right in a pattern, and you couldn’t help but watch it.

 “How long ya stayin’ for?”

 You barely recognized that Monty was talking to you. In fact, you nearly missed the curb he stepped off, causing you to stumble. He just watched you over his shoulder with humored eyes. Smooth, smooth. Only you would be a clumsy dumbass in front of this monstrous animatronic.

 Your brain finally registered his question.

 “Oh, only a few more days.” you replied, “I only came here to settle some family matters, then I’m going back to the farm.”

 Monty grunted in reply, stepping up onto the next curb. There were no cars on the street. In fact, cars were rarely used in the city. Most people used some sort of flying scooter contraptions or the Underground.

 “Ya live on a farm, huh?” Monty mused, “I bet that’s borin’.”

 You almost stumbled on his tail when you stepped onto the curb. But Monty grabbed ahold of your sleeve before you could step on it.

 “Not too boring,” you countered, “I like the peace. Don’t you ever get tired of the toxicity of the City?”

 Monty stopped walking at your question. It was an innocent one. He recognized it. But truthfully, he never thought of leaving the City. It was the only place that animatronics were “welcomed.” He was built and raised here.

 Before he could reply, a scooter zipped by, and you jumped. They were loud when they were too close to the ground. You even fell backwards onto the cement of the sidewalk. Ouch. Monty growled in the direction of the scooter, but said nothing about your damaged pride.

 He offered you a hand.

 Gratefully, you accepted.

 Once on your feet, the two of you continued to walk. Third street was a few blocks up, so you didn’t expect to make it there for at least a little while.

 Finally Monty gathered an answer. “I don’t think I’d like it out there,” he said, “At least here, people tolerate us.”

 It was a weird way to word that. You hummed to yourself in thought. Animatronics were certainly looked down upon here. They weren’t treated well at all, and were still considered sub-class citizens. They couldn’t vote. They had little to no rights. Most places didn’t even allow animatronics in the doors.

 “My neighbor’s an animatronic,” You said at last. “Everyone treats him well. He even comes to repair my machines, sometimes. Really good guy.”

 That was news to him. He’s never heard of an animatronic leaving the City. This was where they would go to get repaired. Upgrades. Anything they could possibly need.

 “What does he do if he gets damaged?”

 The question left Monty’s mouth before he could stop it. Life outside the City was a curiosity, now. If another animatronic lived out there, then surely more could.

 “He lives with the tech, actually,” you replied, “Some dude that used to live here got sick of the life. Brought Bonnie and a few others with him. Now he lives on a farm, but Bonnie’s the only one that tends to it. He’s been good at upkeeping Bonnie, though.”

 The two of you crossed the street again until you were on Eight street. Monty kept his thoughts to himself now, though you didn’t seem to mind the questions.

 You were rather charming, in a way. Different from the other humans Monty got along with. You didn’t look at him like he was beneath you, either. The fact that you chose an animatronic-friendly bar spoke volumes to him. Especially since it was nine streets up from your hotel. It meant that you had actively sought it out. Though, he wouldn’t say that out loud. He appreciated a good human now and then.

 A few kids were tossing a ball-pod back and forth in one of the alleys. Two humans, and one animatronic. They were all giggling, and shoving each other around. You watched in curiosity as you passed, though Monty didn’t give them a second look. He was used to seeing the children that lived in the slums. Hell, that’s where he grew up. This was Monty’s domain.

 “Hey Monty!”

 “Hi Mont!”

 The children started bellowing and calling out to him, waving frantically as they spotted him. You looked from them to the gator walking in front of you and grinned. Monty waved in the direction of the kids, but didn’t stop to talk to them. No matter. They continued to play with the pod.

 “So. You’re quite popular here, huh?” you teased, “Are you famous or something?”

 Monty was chuffed to hear that you could recognize his popularity. “Ya could say that,” he said, “Used to play in a band when I was younger. Now that I’m older, though, I just pick fights with the fleshies that think they can bully us.”

 Ah. He was a vigilante of some sort. A punk. Though, he easily defended you against one of his own. Maybe he just had some hero complex.

 “You ever get tired of that?”

 It sounded ruder than you intended. Accusatory. In reality, Monty wasn’t doing anything to be ashamed of.

 “No,” he replied, “It makes life worthwhile. Don’t ya get tired of digging in the dirt?”

 “No, ‘it makes life worthwhile,’” you instantly replied, “There aren’t a lot of farms left in the world. It’s nice growing something non-synthetic. I’d invite you to visit, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

 The truth was, Monty would like it. A large open field to run around in? No one to rely on him? Sounded like a vacation. Sounded like magic. The only grass Monty had ever seen were the rare bits and pieces that poke up in the sidewalk before maintenance. Everything about your life was completely foreign to him.

 “It can’t be too bad,” he said, “If someone like ya can handle it, I definitely can.”

 You laughed at that. It was a nice laugh. Not musical or melodical. Real. Rough. A little dorky. It was endearing in a society where everyone had to be perfect.

 Monty watched you from over the tops of his glasses, entranced by the look on your face. He almost wanted to laugh too. Your laugh was contagious. He even felt his silicone lips rise in a grin.

 “Fine then,” you countered, “You’ll have to come spend a few days on the farm. I’ll show you the ropes. You’ll be a farm boy in no time.”

 Hospitality was rare. The fact you openly invited an animatronic you just met to your home, whether joking or not, was odd. Weird. You were weird. Trusting in a weird way.

 Seventh street was quite busy. It had a few clubs and restaurants that were open to those that lingered well into the night. For people like you. People like Monty, too. Fleshies glared at him as he walked by. He ignored them. You glared back.

 Monty only knew you for maybe half an hour by this point, but he liked your guts. And your smile. And your laugh.

 “Keep your eyes to yourself,” you hissed at a passing woman that had additional, robotic arms.

 Why humans would fashion themselves with robotic limbs yet act in such an awful way toward animatronics was beyond you. Imitation was a form of flattery, but in this case, humans were trying to just be better than what they were imitating. It was annoying. It was shallow. Monty watched as the multi-armed woman huffed and entered the line for the nearest club. A few other humans that were commenting quite rudely on Monty’s looks withered under your glare.

 Monty believed you now. You could defend yourself, at least against humans. And here you were defending him against humans. You were something else.

 Sixth street wasn’t much better. But at least most of the humans on this road elected to just ignore Monty’s presence. You walked quietly beside him, looking around at the different neon signs in windows, eyes wide with curiosity, not unlike a child’s. The City was still so new to you, and you were leaving so soon, too. As much as you hated it here, there was just something so…nice about having anything within walking distance.

 Monty watched you from the corner of his eye. He watched you looking around, bewildered and amazed.

 He took these views for granted. They were all he’s seen his entire life. They weren’t interesting or cool or even pleasant anymore. They were just there, in the background of his mind.

 “How ya sleepin’ here?” he asked, “Is the light annoyin’?”

 A good question. You wondered if you looked like shit to prompt it, though.

 “Eh,” you kicked at a stone as you passed it. “The lights are annoying, but I can sleep anywhere. The City just makes my insomnia a little worse is all.”

 It was true. Your insomnia was a lot worse in the City. You knew you could be out wandering the streets and looking at things. The constant drabble of people talking. The lights constantly on and flickering. The noise was enough to drive you insane. The first night you didn’t sleep at all. Then one of the neighboring ladies in the room next to you offered ear plugs. She was a saint.

 “Insomnia, huh?”

 Monty didn’t know much about it. He didn’t “sleep” the ways humans did.

 You hummed in response, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket. That was another thing you noticed in the City. It was never cold. Your jacket was just anxiety deterrent. It had no other use. You could walk down the street naked and be perfectly comfortable with the temperature.

 It was especially strange since it was October.

 It definitely explained why so many people dressed in so little clothes. That wasn’t for you. Fancy clothes did not bode well on the farm.

 Fifth and Fourth street were practically deserted. A few humans slithered around the entrances to casinos and strip-clubs, but most were assumably inside. A strange looking animatronic sat on the front steps of a brothel, smoking some sort of pipe. How he managed to do that without lungs was beyond your comprehension.

 “Hey Mon’gomery,” the robot breathed out a puff of multi-colored smoke, “Didn’ know you had a human fe’ish.”

 Your face burned at the accusation, and you immediately looked away from the Fox-shaped animatronic. Is that why Monty was helping you? To get in your pants? Did animatronics even have anything in theirs?

 “Nah, not like that,” Monty said, “Fergeusson was botherin’ her and I’m just walkin’ her home.”

 The fox slapped his knee and chuckled, more smoke puffing out of his mouth and nostrils. You noticed he only had one good hand, the other was painfully absent. In fact, he looked really tattered, damaged. His ears with broken in different places, and his one eye was sunken in and covered in a patch. Dude had a rough life.

 He also wore a security guard uniform. No doubt the guard for the brothel he sat in front of.

 “Aye, he’s such a weasel tha’ Fergeusson,” the fox rolled his singular eye, “She is qui’e a beau’iful lass. Nor surprised he sough’ her ou’.”

  Monty laughed a little, too. “She’s nice,” he waved the fox’s words off, “She’s a farm girl. Not used ta the City.”

 The fox laughed a long. “Farm girl, huh?”

 You nod, meekly, “All my life. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cut the conversation off, but I really need to get to my hotel.”

 “Righ’, righ’,” the fox nodded, “Sorry bou’ tha’, maybe nex’ ‘ime. See ya la’er Mon’gomery.”

 “Later Foxy,” Monty grunted.

 Monty nudged you to start walking again, and soon you were on Third.

 Your hotel was on the corner. It was the smallest and dingiest of the buildings on this street, but otherwise nice. It was one of the only remaining brick buildings in the City - most had been replaced years ago. The front desk lady had told you all about it. The hotel was a historic building. It was the oldest building in the City, supposedly. You didn’t know if that was true or not.

 If it was, you thought they would take better care of it. Alas.

 You stopped right in front of the hotel. The door was held open by a stone. The window on the left was shattered. There were leaves covering the porch. It wasn’t much. But it was your temporary home.

 You turn to look at Monty. “Thank you for walking me here,” you said, “And thank you with Fergeusson. Ah…wait hold on.”

 You pulled your wallet out of your pocket and flick it open to dig for some cash. But Monty grabbed your wrist before you could pull it out.

 “Don’t need ta pay me,” he said, “I reckon you would’ve gotten back just fine without me, anyway. Just consider it a pit stop on my way back.”

 Your eyebrows knitted together, but you elected to put your wallet away anyway. If he didn’t want money, then you wouldn’t force it on him. (It was money for the train ride home, anyway.) But, you didn’t want to send him away with nothing.

 You motioned for Monty to come down to your height. He rolled his eyes behind his glasses but did bend closer to you. He assumed you were going to whisper something in his ear? Not that he had an ear, mind you.

 But you didn’t whisper anything.

 You stood on your tiptoes to reach the rest of the way and pressed your soft, pink lips against the side of his snout. And just like that, the warmth was gone and you were skipping up the steps into the hotel. Monty watched you disappear inside the door before he straightened his spine.

 He gently touched the side of his snout that you had just kissed. More than a little surprised.

 Monty never realized how warm humans were.

 He spared one last glance at the door and turned around to walk back to the bar. He had a bone to pick with Fergeusson still.

 You spent all day in the lawyer’s office, only to get nothing done. He spent too long on the phone with other clients, which, you supposed was fine since they were actually paying him. But your lawyer, who was your cousin, was doing your case free. Pro-bono. It wasn’t even really your case. It was your father’s, but he was too ill to travel anymore, so it was up to you to handle.

 It wasn’t even a big deal. It just had to do with your father’s medical issues and his power of attorney should be. Your brother immediately demanded he be it. But he wanted to trash the farm. Sell it to the City so it could expand and he could make a profit. But you wanted the farm. You did all the work for it, and it was originally meant to be yours. Your father just never finished his will before he fell sick.

 After a long ten hours, you called it quits for the day. You were hungry and nursing a poor mood, so you elected to once again go across the street into the alleyway to the only animatronic-friendly bar. That was how you found it yesterday. It was closest place that served food to your cousin’s office. The animatronic-friendly bit was just a happy coincidence.

 You had never seen so many animatronics before entering the city. It was amazing yesterday being in the presence of them in the bar. Today, you hoped it would be just as amazing. Without the ferret harassing you. Hopefully. Maybe you would even bump into your new friend, Monty. You had asked your cousin if he knew Monty.

“Oh him?” he had sounded annoyed, “He’s a bit of a brute. Are you sure that’s the right name? I can’t imagine someone like Montgomery Gator walking a girl home at night. Bit of a ridiculous image if you ask me.”

 You brushed him off at the time. Monty had been nothing but- well. He was considerate. A little gruff, but really not a bad guy. He was nice to talk to. He was really the only one aside from your cousin that you’ve spoken to all week.

 The bar was less populated now than it had been last night. It was only a little after lunchtime, so you weren’t surprised.

 The stool you sat on yesterday was unoccupied, so you immediately maneuvered to situate yourself there. You were a creature of habit. You enjoyed sitting in the same place every time. Once sat, you looked at the menu sitting off to the side to see what sort of foods the bar offered. You didn’t expect much, especially if mostly animatronics hung around.

 As if like magic, shortly after you sat down, the bar’s door flicked open again and the bell jingled with the movement. You didn’t look toward the source, instead you continued to look through the menu. There were normal things you’d find at a bar - pizza, wings, fries. You weren’t really hungry for any of those things.

 You’d kill for some of your mother’s cooking right now.

 Fresh vegetables and fruits right off the farm? Sign you up.

 The bartender noticed your indecision and approached, placing a glass of tap-water in front of you. There weren’t any other humans around right now, so he didn’t have anyone else to really attend to except for you.

 “You’re not from here, huh?” he questioned, “You’re looking at the menu awfully hard, need any help?”

 You wondered if you had a sign taped to your forehead that said you weren’t from the City. Every single person you had the pleasure to talk to could just tell. Was it the clothes? The lack of enhancements? Just your face in general?

 “Don’t really need help, no,” you mused, “I’m just hungry, but not that hungry, I guess, as none of these seem to be interesting.“

 The bartender crossed his arms and hummed, “We could go off-menu, I’m sure,” he encouraged, “The chef rarely gets to do anything special since we’re mostly busy with them robots. Whatcha hungry for?”

 You wondered. What exactly were you hungry for? If a chef was willing to make you whatever you wanted, you should really take advantage of that.

 “Stew,” you finally said, “Beef stew. With lots of potatoes.”

 “Got it.” the bartender nodded and then disappeared into the kitchen through the doors behind the bar.

 “That sounds pretty good.”

 The stool beside you creaked with the weight of its new guest. You turn to look away from the kitchen doors and find yourself face to face with Monty again. Today, he’s wearing dark-washed jeans with platformed boots. A dark t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. No sunglasses, just tired eyes stared at you.

 “Oh hey,” you said, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you again. Did you get home alright yesterday?”

 The alligator looked at you incredulously at such a weird question - “Did-did I get home alright?“ he repeated. He was going to say something nasty, but at the look of genuine fondness and worry on your face, he had to bite his tongue, ”’Course, no one’s better than me.“

 You beamed. Your smile was contagious, and Monty couldn’t help but grin back, eyes half lidded and face resting against his hand. Why were you so cute?

 “Are all farm girls cute like ya?”

 You weren’t expecting a question like that. Hell, he wasn’t expecting a question like that either.

 You blushed furiously and averted your eyes, covering your face with a single hand as you looked the other way. Monty’s fans whirred to life in his chassis, and he, too, looked away from you.

 Awkward. Awkward.

 The bartender handed you another cup of water. You hadn’t realized you chugged your first one down. Or that he came out of the kitchen. You took a good few sips of this water, trying to ease the warmth in your face just enough so you could look at Monty again.

 When you finally looked over again, he was staring. So much for getting rid of your flustered face.

 “Didja sleep well las’ night?” he asked, “I know ya said it was makin’ your insomnia bad.”

 Oh. He remembered your conversation from last night.

 “Oh, well,” you rubbed at the back of your neck, “I barely slept, honestly. My insomnia was pretty awful, but I was also anxious about my meeting today.”

 Monty tapped his claw on the bar-top, “How’d tha’ go?”

 You didn’t remember exactly what you told him about your meetings. But you were pretty sure he knew you were here specifically for them.

 “Alright, we’re almost done,” you said, “Should finish it all up tomorrow. I’ll probably take the late train home.”

 Monty hummed in reply, his red eyes moving from your face to your hand clutching the glass of water. He couldn’t tell if you were relieved or anxious to be going home so soon. He had a general idea of how you felt about the City (not good), so he assumed you’d be happy, but something about your body language told him that wasn’t the case.

 “Homesick?” he offered.

 You took another sip of your water, watching as the kitchen door swung open and the bartender swept back into the room with a tray. He placed the tray on the bar beside you and moved the bowl off it onto the top in front of you, as well as a bit of bread and butter on a smaller plate.

 “Yeah. I am,” you admitted to Monty, “At the same time, it’s nice to meet new people and spend time with my cousin. It’s kinda lonely at home.”

 You took a deep smell of the stew in front of you and hummed. It was delightful and you couldn’t wait to dig in. Unravelling the napkin bundle, you pluck out the singular spoon and scooped a spoonful up, getting a fat chunk of potato with the broth. Perfect.

 It tasted as good as it smelled. Gently salty. You could taste garlic and onion. It wasn’t as good as your mother’s, but it was a close second.

 “Why dontcha stay, then?”

 You swallowed the mouthful and placed the spoon down. Monty made a very valid point.

 “Because I don’t like the City,” you replied after a few minutes, “It’s not for me. The countryside is where I belong, even if it’s a little lonely. I think I’d be just as lonely here as back home. Don’t you get lonely here?”

 The truth was. He did. Monty didn’t have a lot of friends anymore. Not since Roxy and Chica moved away. He and Freddy never really got along.

 “Yeah,” he grunted, “Yeah, I do.”

 The conversation lulled.

 You ate more of your stew. Monty watched out of the corner of his eye. Well. This was awkward, but you supposed that was to be expected. Monty wasn’t your friend. You barely had anything in common. He had just been nice enough to walk you home last night…and sit next to you today.

 You nibbled on your bread, avoiding his gaze. He was staring at you, still.

 Once your bit of bread was gone, you had no excuse to ignore him though.

 “Don’t mind me, but I’m going to be a little forward here,” you cautioned, “You’re strong, and I could really use your help getting the farm set up for the autumn. I’d pay you, of course, and house you. Any repairs would be on me.”

 Monty looked at you, surprised this time - “Look, kid, that’s nice an’ all, but we just met,” he said, but honestly? Monty did wonder what the countryside was like. And he liked you. More than he should for just meeting you last night.

 You were interesting.

 “Just, think about it!” you countered, “I’m usually pretty good at telling when someone’s a good person. I think you’d really like it on the farm, and…I think I’d like you on the farm, too.”

 Monty looked away, rubbing at his snout and trying to calm his whirring fans down. You were so tantalizingly different than the other humans he met in the City. Trusting. Open. But you can handle yourself. You weren’t afraid of making a fool of yourself, either.

 “I’ll think abou’ it.”

 You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Monty really would be good to have on the farm. Plus, then Bonnie wouldn’t be as lonely.

 The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a little while longer.

 You spent all of the next day with your cousin once again. He was busy most of the time and couldn’t spare your issue too much focus, but in the few minutes he could spare, he did a lot. By the end of the day, you had all your paper work explained, signed, and tucked away. You had planned on staying in the City at least another week, but you weren’t too sad about going home.

 Your cousin had shooed you out the office after he completed everything, telling you to finally go home and rest. You clearly weren’t built for City life if you looked this tired.

 Instead of going to the animatronic bar like you had the last few days, you elected to just go back to the hotel room. You had to pack. You had to book a train ticket to get home. It would be expensive for a same day ticket, but you so badly missed home. You were sick of the City sights and smells.

 You just had one little misthought about leaving.

 Monty.

 Even though you had only known him a handful of days, he was a quick friend. He had sat with you every time you attended the bar. The last day in particular, he was very interested in how things worked on the farm.

 “What kinda plants do you keep?” Monty had asked, “It’s gettin’ cold so I can’ imagine you plan’ a lot right now.”

 You had chuckled. “Yeah, we’re kinda just getting ready for the winter season,” you replied, “We still have some things growing - corn, pumpkins. My family makes corn mazes every year for the neighborhood kids to enjoy.” 

 “That sounds really redneck, no offense,” Monty had laughed, “Corn mazes? Do ya have pumpkin carvin’ contests, too?”

 “It’s more fun than it sounds, I swear!”

 You were going to miss him. It would be easier if you didn’t say goodbye. If you saw his face, you might just stay. You didn’t have a lot of friends, and now that you had one.

 It was rough.

 Your heart ached at the thought of leaving him, though. Admittedly, you were feeling a little bit of a crush for him. Though, you shoved it down as far as you could. You couldn’t love someone from the City. You couldn’t live in the City to be with someone.

 You needed to go and say goodbye. And you would once you finished packing. You had to go that way, anyway, to reach the train station. Fortunately, you didn’t have a lot to pack. A few clothes. Toiletries. A few knickknacks you purchased in the City for presents. Each of those fit neatly in your duffel.

 All you had to do now was pay for the hotel and leave. You double checked you packed everything before you left the room and closed the door behind you. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for the manager. He stood at the desk for the first time in days, scrawling something in a ledger. He looked up at you as you entered the lobby, smiled softly, and placed the pen down.

 “Are you checking out?” He asked.

 You nodded and pulled your wallet out to fish for cash. You handed him the remaining cash you had - just enough to cover the hotel room. Your cousin was generous enough to at least pay for that since he couldn’t house you. The manager counted out the bills in front of you, placing each one in an envelope as he did.

 “Alright! Thank you for staying,” he cooed, “I hope you have wonderful travels. Hope to see you soon!”

 You thanked him profusely. Then, you left the hotel too.

 You had a late train, not until almost eight at night. You only had around an hour. But that should be more than enough time to go and say goodbye to Monty and then make it to the station on time.

 The walk to the bar seemed so quick. Maybe it was because you were sad. Maybe it was because you had been there so often the last few days. Or maybe you were just moving fast, didn’t want to delay the inevitable. But you did know that the closer you got, the sadder you became. You didn’t want to say goodbye to Monty. It was nice having a friend in the City. And you doubted you would ever see him again after today.

 That was even more depressing.

 But you two weren’t particularly close or anything. At least. Neither of you said you were. You were just friends hanging out together while you visited the City. You told stories of your lives to each other, and nestled into booths in the back of the bar for privacy so you could get to know one another more.

 But you couldn’t help but think back to when Monty had saved you from that Ferret animatronic. Claiming you were his girl.

 Imagine wanting to be an animatronic’s girlfriend. It was weird, you told yourself. But you liked Monty. He was so nice to you, and he treated you so specially.

 And he didn’t care that you weren’t from the City.

 You shook the thoughts out of your head. No need to get yourself even more upset at leaving.

 The bar was lively at seven. Lots of people and animatronics alike were piled in, watching the football game on the television, drinking to their hearts content. One animatronic couple were canoodling in the back of the bar in a corner booth, too.

 You didn’t catch glimpse of your gator. Uh. Monty. He hadn’t arrived yet. You frowned and sat at one of the empty bar stools, placing your duffel between your feet. You would have to leave in a few minutes, with or without saying goodbye to Monty. While you waited, you ordered a rum-and-coke. It would help dull the anxiety in your chest over the long train ride coming up.

 It didn’t take too long fort he bartender to get to your order. He placed it in front of you and frowned - “Are you looking for Montgomery?” he asked, “He hasn’t been in today. Said he had somethin’ to do.”

 “Oh. Thanks.”

 The bartender nodded and went to serve another patron. You stared at your rum-and-coke and frowned deeper. You supposed that you wouldn’t get to say goodbye to Monty, then. He was probably off with his friends. Or maybe he really did have a girlfriend, and you were just being some loser clinging to him every time he popped into the bar.

 You sipped your drink and sighed.

 Wow, you really hyped up a friendship that clearly wasn’t a friendship, huh?

 He had magically shown up every time you were at the bar, but now that you were actually leaving, he was absent. You didn’t even have his phone number to call him and wish him goodbye.

 You placed a tenner on the bar after you finished your drink, spared another look around the establishment, and decided you would leave. You couldn’t waste anymore time here.

 You palmed your duffel and wished the bartender a goodnight. Then, you were out the door and back on the street. You had around thirty minutes to get to the station. It was about a twenty-five minute walk, if you remembered right. You didn’t waste anytime.

 Montgomery had wanted to pick you up from the hotel. You made it pretty clear the night before that you were almost done with your cousin. And you probably would be leaving in the next few days. So, he “joked” about taking you out on a real date. Clearly you thought he really was joking. He had asked the manager if he could call up to your room. But the manager informed Monty that you had already checked out.

 He knew he fucked up at that point. He should have made his intentions more clear from the beginning. Monty really liked you, for a fleshy. Not that he didn’t like fleshies. He just never thought he’d like one.

 Monty had just left the hotel when Trevor, the bartender, sent him a text that you were there. With your bag. And you looked sad. Monty hadn’t even wanted to go to the bar today. He wanted to take you to his favorite hangout and introduce you to his friends. But of course, plans change when you don’t actually make plans.

 By the time he got to the bar, you were gone already. He wondered if you had a train coming soon. He swore there wasn’t a train until nine, but he could be wrong.

 He would just meet you at the train station, then.

 You stood on the platform, just behind the yellow line. Your duffel was slung over your shoulder again, and your hands were hidden away in the pockets of your leather jacket. It was getting chilly the darker the City’s natural light got. You didn’t mind too much. You’d be on a train in a few minutes.

 According to the board, your train was even arriving a little earlier than intended. You were glad you got there when you did. As much as it saddened you to not see Monty.

 You really missed home, though. And you already checked out of your hotel. You couldn’t wait around on the hope that your gator friend would show up just to say goodbye.

 You kicked at the bumps on the yellow line. There weren’t many others taking this train. It was the last train that led out of the City for the night. Your last chance to get home for today.

 As you toed the line, you could hear the train approaching in the distance. Two minutes before eight, early like the board said. You watched it appear from a dark tunnel, its lights blinding you as you stared. This train connected to your neighboring town’s line, and you would just walk home from there. It was a peaceful walk through the corn fields, and you didn’t normally mind it.

 It slowed down as it reached the platform, coming to a shaky and loud stop. Its doors pulled apart, and the passengers poured out. You waited patiently for the carriage you stood in front of to clear before you stepped into it. It was fairly empty now that most of the passengers had gotten off. You walked down about halfway before sitting at a seat with a table.

 Then, you gazed out the window, waiting for the train to resume its journey once more.

 Only a few more people got on your carriage. You ignored them in favor of looking out at the platform, more than a little sad to leave the City behind.

 Someone sat beside you, much to your displeasure. The train was practically empty. Who in their right mind would sit next to a stranger-

 “Hey, kid.”

 You whipped around hard enough to nearly give yourself whiplash. Monty sat beside you, taking up one and a half seats with his giganticness. He had his head leaning against his hand which was propped up on the table by his elbow. He just stared at you.

 “H-hey,” you said, “Wait. You can’t be on the train. It’s going back to my home.”

 You shoved at his shoulder. Trying to nudge him to get up.

 He let out a bark of laughter, gaining several glares from other passengers. “I know where it’s goin’,” he mused, “Wherever you’re goin’, I wanna go, too.”

 Your face burned. Instead of shoving his shoulder, your hand relaxed and just sat there. Monty pulled the sunglasses of his face. He supposed he didn’t need them in the dark. He wanted to see you better.

 “But what about your friends?” you asked, “You can’t just impulsively decide to come with me.”

 Monty laughed again, “Are ya tryin’ to get rid of me?” he said, “Y’know, I came by your hotel. Wanted to take you out on a proper date, but ya weren’t there. Imagine my surprise.”

 However red your face was before, it was triple so now. “What? I thought you were joking about that,” you said.

 He gently grabbed a strange of your hair and gave it a gentle tug. “I wasn’t,” he replied, “I realized that I like ya. I like ya a lot.”

 “But I’m not worth you throwing your life away to live in the middle of nowhere-”

 “Shh,” Monty wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “City life ain’t for me anyway. I’ve been bored for months. And ya make farm life sound fun. ‘Sides. Who don’t like corn mazes and carvin’ pumpkins?”

 “But Monty-”

 “No, I’m serious here. Let me come and stay with ya, see where the two of us go. Consider it an adventure.”

 Instead of arguing further, you leaned your head against his chest. He hadn’t expected that, and you could hear (and feel) his fans kicking on.

 Something about him making his life alongside you an adventure stirred the butterflies in your stomach. Whether Monty meant to or not, he was causing waves of affection to just roll through your body. You never thought you’d like an animatronic like that. But in all honesty, you only knew the one from home. Monty was, by all means, alive. He might have been made out of metal and silicone, but he was real and alive and you could touch him.

 “I’m glad you’re coming,” you whispered, “I didn’t want to leave…you…behind.”

 “But ya didn’ want ta stay,” Monty said, “Me neither, honestly. City gets boring. And I’d like to see more of the world.”

 The train finally began to move again.

 “You know you’ll have to help around the farm,” you said, “Bonnie won’t let you be lazy.”

 Monty shrugged and grinned, “I’m not afraid of some hard work,” he said, “I think I’ll enjoy life on your little farm.”

 You wanted to laugh. Your farm was anything but little. He’ll see eventually.

 But for now, you were just content leaning against him and thinking about the future you might have together.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Whoop Dee Doo! It's that time again! Here's my humble request: Imagine the Glamrock Animatronics and Michael Afton listening to their girlfriend fawn over and brag about them to her friends. What'll they do?

Glamrock Freddy

He would be extremely flattered!

Of course, he’s the most popular out of all the gang. So he hears praises all the time.

But for you, his loving girlfriend, to say the sweetest things about him to your friends makes him blush without fail.

When you return to his side, he’s all like “awh, sweetheart...that was kind of you.”

Extremely bashful bear.

Your words warm his circuits from the inside out.

Montgomery Gator

Usually he’s all like “yeah I know I’m the best haha”. All cocky and shit.

Though the genuine compliments you give him (and mention to your friends who assume he’s scary) softens this tough gator’s heart.

Of course if any of them were to see him get flustered, he’d just bare his teeth as if to say “what’re you looking at???”

But when you rejoin his side to give him kisses, he’s back to being a pile of mush.

Glamrock Chica

Her heart just goes “!!!!!!!!!!!!!” anytime she hears you mention her.

“Chica does more than just eat and exercise..she has a sweet personality and always gives me support. I wouldn’t trade her for any animatronic in the world <3″ You say to your friends.

She always smiles no matter how bad of a day she’s having.

Even if she’s eating out of the trash impulsively you still compliment her, never judging her for the glitch.

Roxanne Wolf

Knowing how her confidence can skyrocket and tank unexpectedly, you give her optimism and compliments on a daily basis.

With her sharp hearing, she can hear what you say about her in front of your friends, beaming pridefully whenever they look her way.

She made sure they knew she was listening. Always.

On days where she feels low, you’re there to pick her right back up. 

It’s just what girlfriends do best <3

Michael Afton

“Listen, punks..my darling Michael is in no way like his father-”

He quickly learns how fast you’re willing to speak your mind, especially in his defense when he hears someone talk shit about him and his “cursed” family.

With friends who wonder how he's treating you, you tell them about all his good qualities while holding his hand.

Poor guy has to cover his face with his free hand to hide his growing blush.

But it makes him happy nevertheless, knowing he’s loved and worth fighting for.

[zprites]

So, remember how I said I was working on something? Yeah, uh, this is it... I don't have much to say about this, except I have seen the light, and will forever die on this hill.

Thank you @morning-sun-brah for beta-reading this masterpiece - AND CHECK OUT @8pmblackcoffee's art they did based off this insanity - (will be under the 'keep reading' tag, as it IS 18+! MINORS DNI!) - art is also included at the end of the fic :) - ALSO! Tactical Turtle AU was created by the lovely @donathan <33

The above fic is also 18+, NSFW, so smutty... You've been warned!

So now I present the beauty that is reptiles with eyebrows - Stroking Egos, Turn-Based Style, NSFW, Tactical! Rise! Donatello X Tactical! Montgomery Gator X Female! Reader (Donty x Female! Reader) --- Or, the Rise! TMNT and FNAF Tactical! crossover only a select few asked for (I am one of them) - Enjoy!

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Taglist: @turtle-babe83, @manduse, @morning-sun-brah, @crazysarah-98, @pacoholin, @iamdefinitelytheratking

Here is the beautiful art done by @8pmblackcoffee, one of my biggest encouragers in this crusade <3333

[lace-coffin]

Updated Masterlist!

you can find all my works here <3

slashers

multiple slashers

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O?

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Slasher kinks headcanons (nsfw)

Slasher autism headcanons

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers with captured!police!S/O (Nsfw)

Slashers with a mommy kink x fem!reader (Nsfw)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

How would Reader fit into the Sawyer household as Bubba's S/O? (Slight nsfw)

How would Bubba Sawyer react to sibling!reader tickling them by surprise?

Reader comforting Bubba on a bad day

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre- The Beggining)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage (nsfw)

Receiving comfort after a punishment Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs? Asa emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa react to finding out his victim has an attraction to slashers?(nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

What kind of meals does Asa Emory like to cook and eat? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader (slight nsfw)

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gay bear!Reader

how old do i think Asa Emory is?

How would Asa Emory react to a member of his collection having a phobia/phobias? Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x Gn!Reader

How would Asa Emory comfort his pet/so on their period? (Nsfw) Asa Emory x gn!reader

How would Asa Emory cope with a bratty s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x lonely!fem!reader

What rules does Asa Emory have for his pet/SO? (Nsfw)

How would Asa Emory react to a co-worker leading his cop case?

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)

Period sex with Asa( nsfw)

Asa Emory x Feral! Gn! Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!FTM!Reader with an oral fixation/stim

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader

How would Asa Emory react to a child breaking into his hotel?

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Is this too corny? Jason Vorhees x Reader (Freddy Kreuger is your older brother and you meet/fall in love with Jason at the corn maze)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Yautja (predator) (Female or Male)

Yautja x gn autistic partner (platonic)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Feathery friends until the end 🐣 Agre!Reader x Platonic!Cargiver!Chica

How would Moondrop and Montgomery gator react to an exhausted reader on their shift? gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Resident Evil

[fukamistea]

Trespasser (Montgomery Gator x Reader Smut)

✧˚ · . In which Montgomery Gator kidnaps you and... well, you know what happens next . · ˚✧

∆ This work has rape/non-con elements, so if you don't feel comfortable with it please don't read! Your safety and well being first! ∆

× Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, orgasm delay, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, possessive behaviour, name calling. ×

Reader is afab and has a female body, although the pronouns are never specified.

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Once you realized the Pizzaplex was closed for the night while you were still inside, a shiver ran through your spine. It was foolish of you to close your eyes in one of the bathroom stalls, thinking that you would rest for just a few minutes; and it was even more foolish thinking that a janitor would find you and wake you up: after all, the majority of the crew was made of robots to save money and cut costs, of course they were gonna do a crappy job.

You were now breathing loudly, on the verge of a panic attack: many robots were patrolling the surrounding rooms with torches, ready to sound the alarm if they ever saw something unusual. You heard that the fine for breaking in inside a mall after closing time was high, more than you could afford... so you decided to sneak around, looking for the exit to flee before anyone could find you.

After an hour of searching you were still there, a way out was nowhere to be found and you were starting to grow tired of this place. You angrily stomped your foot to the grown, drawing the attention of one of the patrolling robots, that immediately turned in your direction, staring deep inside your soul with its white, empty eyes. Before you could do anything or hide, you heard a low growl behind you, getting closer and closer. Suddenly a metallic arm wrapped around your neck, starting to choke you until there was no air left in your lungs. You fought to remain conscious, kicking and punching your aggressor with both your legs and arms, but your eyes slowly began to close and your body went limp.

You faded into nothingness, a robotic laughter playing in the background.

When you finally woke up, you weren't inside the mall anymore: you were lying on a green couch inside a mysterious room that you had never seen before. You curiously looked around, your head hurting a bit: the walls were covered in a green wallpaper that had claw marks all over it, the curtains were also damaged in the same way. A neon star towered above you, glued on the ceiling, while a mirror on the side of the room reflected your image. All that green around you was making you feel nauseous, your head was dizzy and you still felt your neck hurting, the memory of being choked still vivid in your mind.

"You finally woke up, sweetheart." Growled the same raspy voice you heard before, and a green alligator with star-shaped sunglasses entered inside the room. It was Montgomery Gator, one of the most loved animatronics ever, the star of the show... after Freddy. "Well well well, what do we have here? A little trespasser."

"Oh my- my God, you're Monty!" You stammered, still not understanding what whas going on. "I'm so sorry, I- I don't even know what I'm doing in this room, I was just looking for the exit, I wasn't trespassing, I just fell asl-."

"Quit your blabbering, I don't care." He snarled, punching the wall in a fit and leaving the mark of his fist impressed on it. He was undoubtedly stronger than a common human, and also... angrier. "I don't care about why you're here, all I know is that you shouldn't be, because that makes you a criminal."

"I'm not a criminal, please let me go! Just tell me where the exit is and I will never come back again!" You begged while backing away until your back slammed against a wall. That animatronic had a really short temper and, considering the fact that he was also much stronger than you, you didn't wanna make him mad.

"Not how it works, sweetheart." Monty slammed both of his arms beside your head, trapping you against the wall. He smirked, silently glaring at you while enjoying the fear in your eyes. "You're a criminal and this is my home, this means that I can do anything I want with you. Kill you, torture you..."

"N-no, please... I swear I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry..."

"Oh you're not sorry yet... but you will be, slut. You will be." Monty grabbed your shirt with his claws, easily ripping it apart. He did the same with your pants, leaving you with only your underwear on. "What an amazing body you have, it would be such a waste to simply let you go."

"W-what are you doing? Stop! Stop this, or I will..."

"Or you'll what, huh?" He teased you, toying with the elastics of your undergarments before snapping them and leaving you naked. "Call the police? Defeat me? Oh, you can't possibly think that a mere human like you would be able to even dent my metallic armor. Perhaps I should really show you who's boss."

Before you could even complain, the animatronic grabbed you with his arms, slamming you on the couch. He didn't even gave you the time to breathe; he was already on top if you, rubbing his body against yours. His metallic limbs were cold against your soft skin, he was using you like a toy.

"P-please... stop... I promise I won't tell anyone." Tears were already rolling down your cheeks as the gator started rubbing your clitoris with the aid of his leg, his robotic eyes filled with lust behind his glasses. You started to moan involuntarily, the animatronic was rubbing all of your good spots, taking you to your limit. "P-please Monty..."

"I like how you're moaning my name, sweetheart." Montgomery chucked, still rubbing your lower parts until he started feeling your juices on his leg. Proud of his work, he started licking between your legs, using his arms to hold your waist and touch your breasts. The feelings you were feeling in that moment were indescribable: he was licking you up with his long, slimy tongue that almost felt human. Perhaps to build it they used a material that was skin-like that made it look more authentic, but it was also weirdly wet like a human tongue... and rough. Extremely rough yet pleasant, it was making you moan like crazy, you couldn't even hold back your voice anymore, as the animatronic kept fucking and licking your hole with his tongue.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself like a good whore. It's not fair if you're the only one having fun." Monty suddenly stopped eating you out, smirking in a sadistic way when he noticed your disappointment. Perhaps you wanted more? He got up, removing a metallic plaque from his crotch and tossing it to the ground, revealing his big, girthy erection. It was veiny and long like a human one, except that it had a greenish hue. The head was round like a mushroom, whoever made it knew exactly how to do it and did a fantastic job. "Do you like it? They gifted it to me to stop me from destroying my room after every concert. Now, instead of clawing the curtains and punching the mirror, I just enjoy myself."

"Y-you're disgusting." You said, your pussy still throbbing, wanting more of it.

"Oh, honey, stop pretending to hate me. You were practically begging me with your eyes to make you cum."

"I'd rather die than be with you. You filthy, disgusting monster. I really hope they decommission you as soon as possible, so I can watch your scraps decay day after d- HNGH!"

You couldn't even finish the sentence: Monty shoved his shaft directly into your throat, starting to face-fuck you as hard as he could. He grabbed your head with one of his clawed hands, moving it like a toy with each thrust. "Such a filthy mouth you've got. Now you're not bitching anymore, huh? It only took half my cock to make you shut up."

Monty shoved another inch inside of you, fastening his pace while you choked and gagged on his massive erection. Unable to fight back, you just surrendered to him as he slowly added more ad more inches, until his balls were roughly slapping on your chin. Your own saliva leaking through the angles of your mouth as the animatronic kept fucking you, each thrust sending an electric impulse right in his brain until with a big, final thrust he finally came, releasing a substance that was warm and thick almost like human seed. He kept your head in position to avoid you from wasting even a drop of his precious cum; fighting back was not an option, after all he was too strong for you to defeat.

"Good slut. Good slut." He praised you, finally letting you go. Once you were free, you started coughing as hard as you could, spitting all the seed that was still in your mouth mixed with your own saliva. You took a few deep breaths, finally filling your lungs after being used like a toy. Monty was watching you in amusement, his cock still erect like before he came. "You did a good job, but I'm still hard as you can see, and I'm afraid your mouth won't be enough this time."

"Please, I already did what you wanted, why won't you let me go?" You started crying again, tears kept forming in your eyes against your will. You wanted him to see you as someone strong, unbreakable, but right now you were just a mess covered in his cum, completely at his mercy and unable to fight back.

"Because you're just... delicious." He growled, pinning you against the couch, slowly positioning himself against you. He started rubbing his cock against your warm, wet pussy, sliding easily between your folds. A shiver of pleasure running across your spine as his member kept rubbing your entrance. "Your body, your everything... I can't just let you run away without tasting you first."

"P-please, you're still in time to stop this. Please, I don't want to be here..."

"Don't you get it, stupid slut? You're mine. All mine." He bit your shoulder to mark your soft skin with his teeth, paying attention not to kill you. The bite sting a bit, you started crying again when you saw him lick sensually your blood from his metallic lips and fangs. "And once I cum inside of you... you will finally belong to me."

He started penetrating you with his shaft, holding your arms in place with one of his strong hands. The other hand was placed on your right hip, slowly caressing and lifting it as he entered into you. You tried to kick him, but your legs weren't strong enough to damage his metallic exterior. "You can fight as hard as you can't and you still won't be able to stop me. Save your energy, it's gonna be a long night." He slammed his entire length inside of your tight hole. Luckily you were warmed up enough to take him without feeling pain, but you still let out a big scream, calling for help. "Yeah, you can scream as loud as you can, but nobody will come to save you. You're trapped with me now, there will be no knight in shining armor that will save you from being bred."

Monty started thrusting slowly into you, feeling your tightness rub every inch of his huge cock. Your warm hole was perfect for him, it almost looked like your vagina was rapidly taking his shape. The feeling of his sintetic flesh inside of you was weird, it almost felt like a real piece of meat. "I can feel you tightening around me... it's amazing, you're gonna make me cum just from that."

"P-please... M-monty... it's too big..." you begged, feeling all hot on the inside, your hips unconsciously moving towards him.

"If you want me to fuck you harder you just have to tell me, doll. I have no problem with it." Monty grabbed your hips with both of his hands, starting to fuck you harder. Your fingers sank into the couch, as your pussy was being mercilessly pounded by the gator. Screaming, crying and begging was useless, the sound of meat against metal now filled the air around you. Your lower parts were burning with desire, as he kept thrusting into you hard with his enormous shaft.

"N-no... ah~ s-stop..." you begged, your ruined hole violated with no mercy. An the fact that your fluids were lubricating him was even worse, because now he was able to fuck you with his whole length, his balls slapping hard against your butt. "P-please... s-stop... If you don't I..."

Monty started rubbing your clitoris with one of his fingers, still fucking you hard. He hadn't slowed the pace even for just one second, still pounding you hard and growling in pleasure with his robotic voice. "Such a great slut with a great pussy, now that I know this I will never let you go. I'm going to keep you here and fuck your brains out day after day."

You couldn't even speak now, your mind clouded with pleasure. You came a few minutes after he started touching you, his dick still hard inside of your hole. Even if you came, he didn't stop: he kept fucking you harder and harder, overstimulating you to the point that the pleasure turned into a sweet torture. You wanted to beg him to stop, but you were being fucked silly, now you couldn't even let a coherent sentence out of your mouth. "H-hng..."

"Oh yeah~ cum for me, whore. You're such a dirty slut, I'm raping you and all you can do is moan and cum." He teased you, his cock still hard inside of you, pounding you faster and faster. His thrusting finally became erratic as he finally came inside of you: he kept fucking you for a few seconds after his orgasm, his seed now deep inside of your womb. You were hoping that it wasn't actually cum but just a look-alike substance, because that much seed was enough to knock you up in a second. After that, he exited from you, stroking his erection to get rid of the last drops of his seed. He then looked at your shivering body with a proud face: your legs were open, unable to close. Your hole was all stretched out and leaking with his cum, while you had a vacant expression on your face, almost as if you were broken.

"You belong to me now." He said, covering you up with a blanket and leaving the room to recharge. The mall was going to be closed for a few days, so they weren't gonna find you so soon. You were all his, his new fucktoy to use in each moment of the day. "You better rest now, doll. Soon I'll come again for round two."

You didn't even heard him, lost in the pleasure, completely broken, your body convulsing and shivering. It was the best fuck you've ever had in your life, your whole body was shut down, unable to move even an inch.

"Until next time, slut."

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Hello, it's my first time ever on Tumblr and I want to share my smut fics here. I used Reddit to write erotica commissions for people (as a gig) so if you know someone that would like tailored erotica ffs you know where to send them!

Bye and I hope you enjoyed the story!!!

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[lily-pythonz]

- Requests -

What I WILL write:

Smut, Angst, Fluff.

male, female, trans, and gn!reader.

What I will NOT write:

adult x minor, minor x minor, weird kinks (like piss kinks, etc.), or anything I'm uncomfortable with. Please understand.

FNAF characters I'll write for:

Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Golden Freddy, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Withered Freddy, Springtrap, William Afton, Michael Afton, Nightmare, Nightmare Freddy, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, Scraptrap, Lefty, Rockstar Freddy, Rockstar Bonnie, Glitchtrap, Vanny, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Montgomery Gator, Sundrop, Moondrop, Roxanne, FNAF Big Band animatronics, etc.

(basically most of the FNAF characters but none of the minors, I can do nsfw and sfw for the characters!! Just request it and I'll do it. I will also write nsfw and sfw for FNAF fan game characters as well. Will write for the super mario bros characters as well!! Like Bowser, Mario, Luigi. I also will write for helluva boss characters since the newer episodes came out! And I'll write for (Movie) Mike, William, and Vanessa!)

If you wanna request something, go ahead! Requests are open at this time 🤍

updated!

[randomthoughted]

A Little About Me

Hello I’m Randy! I use He/Him pronouns, Im a gay male (surprise!) I can yap your ear off untill you feel like leaving so that’s why I decided to pick up writing :)

Speaking of my writing most of my first followers will be from my wattpad @httpsrandy. I welcome you all

Im very new to tumblr at the time of writing this so, expect some confusion or if I ask you how to do something

Fandoms:

Fnaf

The Owl house

Helluva Boss

The Amazing Digital Circus

Rick and Morty

Hunter x Hunter

Fandoms I’ve written for:

Fnaf - Shooting for the Stars~ Glamrock Bonnie x Male reader x Montgomery Gator ( 1hr 58 minute read time) Ongoing

Helluva Boss - The Jesters Prize~ Fizzarolli x male reader x Asmodeus ( 1hr 40 min read time) Ongoing

TADC - The Amazing Digitsl Circus x Male reader (30 min read time) Ongoing

Writing Requests

I’ll write head canons and short scenarios about you x character

I will not do character x character, oc x character, or female (y/n) x character

I will do male and non binary (y/n) x character



I’ll be taking requests on any fandoms above and feel free to suggest anything about any character except:

Rape

Extreme Gore

Incest

Pedophilia

Abuse

(Anything you think is morally wrong, if you think it’s wrong then don’t suggest it)

[hermyjack2003]

I'm gonna start writing for FNAF Security Breach x reader headcanons.

I'll only write for Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery gator, Sundrop and Moondrop.

What I will write: Fluff, Romantic, Comfort, Female reader and Headcanons.

What I won't write: nsfw, Ships, Cheating, Oneshots and dark fics.

[aroseinasnowstorm]

Hi! I really liked the idea of a previous ask about a pregnant reader with Sun and Moon. Can i request something like that with Monty?

Of course! The big boy needs some love too!

This is romantic love because I felt like it!

Montys Pronouns will be He/Him!

The original Request can be found here by the way.

I will do some adjustments/changes though so we get some variety, hope you don't mind!

TW: Pregnant Reader, Reader is first married and then divorced, Ex cheated on Reader, Monty is a bit scared of hurting Reader and their Baby, crying,

Monty x Pregnant!Reader

- You worked at the Pizzaplex as a shop assistant for a long time already, long before you got pregnant. The moment Monty saw you for the first time he got very curious about you. So he started to spend more time around you, especially around your breaks but he also didn´t shy away from just appearing in the middle of your shift.

- It was unusual for an Animatronic to hang around their own merch shops but hey, no one was going to complain. The children loved seeing Monty next to merch of his and you certainly enjoyed spending time with him. Everyone always claimed he was so rough and mean but to you, he was surprisingly charming.

- Sometimes he even flirted with you but you never thought much of it. He was "just" an Animatronic after all, at least so you thought back then, you presumed it was in his programming or something to make him more appealing to adults.

- Besides, you were married at this point but your relationship wasn't going that well, to be honest. You argued more and more with your spouse and you one day found them cheating. You were completely broken and the pregnancy test turned out positive did not help you at all.

- Dragging yourself to work the next day was a pain but you did it, you already spent all your holidays in the try to spend more time with your ex-spouse to save this relationship. Now, this was all wasted.

- You didn't stand long behind the counter though. Monty noticed something was off immediately. As you kept refusing to tell him the reason he just dragged you off into his room in the middle of your shift. You didn´t fight it much as he simply swung you over his shoulder and carried you off.

"Monty...I have to get back to work...please."

"The only thing you have to do right now is to tell me what is going on sweetheart. You ain't leaving this room until you told dear old Monty what's wrong, you got that?"

- A long minute of silence echoes into the room but you finally give in. As you told him that your spouse cheated on you, he was more than furious. You´ve never seen him that angry. His deep, almost frightening growl certainly could have been heard across the whole floor.

- He didn´t trash around though, instead he simply stared at you and urged you to keep going, sensing that something else was going on. He held back his anger just for you. As you then mentioned in a meek voice that you were pregnant you feared for a second he fried a circuit.

. Slowly he sat down on his half-broken couch and another silence filled up the room. As you stared on the ground and were about to cry a big clawed hand reached out to you. Without thinking twice you walked towards Mony and rest your hand into his. He pulled you onto his lap and straight against his chest, leaving you sobbing.

- While he stroked over your back you simply let it all out. You spent hours in his room, you both talking about everything and nothing after you calmed down. Somehow just being with him made you feel safe and protected. Somehow your worries seemed so little with him and for the first time, you saw him as something more than just an Animatronic.

- He was much more attentive and gentle with you since that day. He even tried to hold back his teasing and arrogant nature. One could even notice him trying to control his fits of rage. It almost seemed like he tried to be a better version for you. Of course, you both got much closer during your pregnancy time.

- You noticed too how he avoided touching you as your belly grew more and more like you were a fragile little doll who he was afraid of breaking. As you kept reassuring him and one day you got him so far that he would actually cup your belly with his giant hand for a moment. As your baby actually kicked you swear you could have seen his eyes light up.

- As you took your maternity leave Monty was really moody. He wasn´t especially angry actually but sadder, an unusual look on the usual so arrogant Animatronic.

- The moment you returned he actually kept his distance from you. Simply watching as your coworkers surrounded you and your baby you carried onto your arms. It looked like he didn´t trust himself enough to even come close to such a fragile little being.

- Yet soon enough you visited his room and while he tried to keep a healthy distance you kept coming closer to him. It was obvious he wanted to pick up your child, so you kept encouraging him to do so until he finally gave in.

,,Please, they´ve been restless all day, maybe you can calm them."

,,I don´t think this is a good idea sweetcheeks..."

,,Please. I am tired. I trust you. I know you won´t harm them."

- As he picks up your baby so utterly slowly and carefully you felt your heart melt. As the little one wiggled into his arms his view softened. He simply stared at the little being for a long time until he nuzzled the baby gently with the tip of his snout, making it gurgle.

- Watching him interact this way with your child made your heart bloom and you finally realized that you loved him. Without a second thought you blurted it out and if he could have cried, he would.

- Monty slowly fell on his knees in front of you and pulled you with a shaking hand closer. While you were snuggled against his chest just like your baby he promised with a trembling voice that he would forever protect and cherish the both of you.

[glambots]

Hello! Can I request Monty's reaction to being gifted a flower crown from a Fem! S/O if it's not too much?

🐊Montgomery Gator + "A Crown of Flowers:"🐊

Aw, thanks babe! He's a little surprised at first--he's never gotten a flower crown from someone before. But he really likes it. It might not fit his usual "rock'n roll" style, but that doesn't stop him from proudly displaying it on his mantle of "prized possessions." (It's also less likely to get broken or lost this way.) Check it out! Yeah, his girlfriend made this for him. Pretty sweet, right?

[sunshineistyping]

Can i ask for some jealous Monty hdcs (with fem human reader )

You absolutely can

Jealous Headcannons

Characters: Montgomery/Monty

Fem Reader Explicitly Stated

Warnings: A Robot with Trauma

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MONTY

You were his tiny itty bitty human girlfriend, a little fragile and beautiful thing. He loved you to absolute pieces

So of course he got jealous really easily when someone he didn’t like decided to talk with you.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he thinks you’re too good for him so seeing you with other people, especially people he’s not close too, freaks him out

He gets really upset although not outwardly, just grows eerily quiet

You thought he’d be really aggressive and protective? No...

Honestly it’s kind of...sad?

Until you get home that is, then he curls into you and refuses to let you get up from wherever you’ve decided to sit or lay down

He keeps to himself when he’s jealous and doesn’t bother fighting the other person because of his own insecurities he’s constantly trying to push down. Don’t get me wrong. He’ll kick someone’s ass for flirting or touching you.

But even he knows he gets jealous for no reason at times. He invalidates his own feelings so nobody else will.

Makes it hurt less.

He trusts you...but he’s scared one day you’ll see him the way he sees himself

He doesn’t ever talk to you about it, always bottling it up until he can’t take it and has to leave and blow off steam

Aka destroy an arcade machine or cleaning bot

He’s trying to be better for you but it’s hard

Please be patient with him, he wants to let you know what he likes and doesn’t like! He really does!

You’ll need to start picking up on nonverbal queues until he can explain it himself

He wants to let go of his heavy jealous streak, but he loves you so much that’s it’s hard to do that

Honestly just an extremely traumatized guy whos been blamed for a fuck ton of shit just because he’s the ‘big scary Gator’

100% has been emotionally gaslit to hell, now he just shuts down. You’re the only person in this world that he TRIES to open up for

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello hello! A bit of a strange request but here goes nothin'. Could I have Glamrock Freddy, Montgomery Gator, and Michael Afton witnessing their Fem! Selective Mute! S/O flip her lid and start screaming at a guest (or in Michael's case a random jerk) who's being rude and talking bad about the boys?

Glamrock Freddy

He’s aware that some guests talk about how “dangerous” the older Freddy models were. But it hurts being compared to them. They were heavily flawed, and supposedly “possessed”. 

Why would anyone think he would be the same? Just because he was more alive and was capable of thought?

Although he never expresses these worries to you openly, you saw how upset he got when you both overheard some rude guests talking about him.

“I don’t like that stomach hatch thing. Remember that clown Freddy who had one and used it to kidnap kids?”

“Yeah, I saw the inside when he was bringing out the cake. It’s huge. My daughter ran to him and I had to yank her back. I don’t trust that robot near her. Like..what if he snatches her when I’m not looking?”

“You know the company will deny it ever happened even if you stood right there and it was caught on camera.”

“I wish they just scrapped him alongside Bonnie and Foxy. Those names are giving this place a bad rep-”

Hearing them talking so much shit finally pushed you to the limit as you stormed over. Freddy had no idea what you were gonna do, but was stunned as you snapped at them for insulting him.

The bear rarely heard you ever talk, which you attributed to selective mutism. He understood what that meant quickly and didn’t mind it at all.

So for you to break your silence to defend him made him feel warm inside (though he worries you’ll strain your voice).

Once they leave and apologize, you skip back to Freddy with a smile, perfectly calm. “They won’t bother you anymore.”

His own smile is huge and his mechanical heart is full <3

Montgomery Gator

Monty’s not afraid to get snappy with the guests--especially kids who whine about where Bonnie is and loudly complain that they liked the rabbit better.

He’s literally that “stop fucking crying bitch waa waa waa” audio from tiktok (but obviously internally since his programming won’t allow profanity).

Occasionally he hears parents mutter about how aggressive he is and keeping their kids away from him at all costs. If it didn’t violate protocol and risk him being scrapped, he’d have them by the throats for sure.

But he overhears one parent saying they’ll start a petition to get him decommissioned, which genuinely worries him.

Though you save the day and let loose on them, having no profanity filter as you basically tell them to gtfo and see if corporate cares about their shitty petition.

Monty, who witnesses all of this going down, gawks before smiling as he realizes his doll was willing to speak up in his defense.

He knew of your selective mutism (which makes for an interesting dynamic with the loud and brash gator), though to see you do this for him makes him grin.

Michael Afton

His face was known all around town, rumors about his tragic mistakes as a teenager always springing up.

People everywhere did double-takes when they see him out in public with you before whispering to each other about the “Afton boy” or “brother-killer”.

As if Michael didn’t already have nightmares from that incident and hated comparisons to his father...it got harder and harder to ignore them.

Especially when one jerk storms up to you two and tries coaxing you away from him.

“C’mon, sweetie. You don’t wanna be around people like him.”

This filled you with such unbridled rage, but you just force a smile and approach them, which breaks Michael’s heart at first....

Until you stomp on their shoe and tell them very loudly to fuck off and never speak to your boyfriend like that ever again.

Your voice startles even him, though he’s so grateful you’re willing to stand up for him and chase the stranger off.

It certainly won’t be the last time that happens, but he’s happy you’ll be by his side no matter what bullshit people say.

[zprites]

MASTERLIST

Hello! I wanted to take the time and put together a masterlist to keep my writing in one spot.

A quick few words - this blog is 18+ as I do occasionally write NSFW and reblog other NSFW things. Please keep that in mind!

And as always, the turtles are always aged-up in my TMNT fics.

I do have a taglist for TMNT-related fics so if you'd like to be tagged in the future on those, please let me know!

ALL TMNT FICS

What Better is Like ***ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS*** - Rise! Donnie x Kayla (Female OC) - Planned to be NSFW, SFW for now - 10/30 chapters - PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF THE TAGS AND TWS AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER! - For the latest chapter, click here!

Shut Up. - Rise! Donnie x F! Reader - SFW with NSFW themes

Shut Up. Part 2 - Rise! Donnie x F! Reader - NSFW

Avocado Toast - Bayverse! Donnie x F! Reader - SFW

Flowering Like the Stars - Rise! Mikey x F! Reader - NSFWish

Close Your Eyes, I Got You Now - Rise! Leo x GN! Reader - SFW

Lavender and Lace - Rise! Donnie x Kayla (Female OC) - set in What Better is Like Universe - NSFWish

Summer Loving - Bayverse! Raph x F! Reader - SFW

Kismet - Rise! Donnie x F! OC/Reader - SFW

Stroking Egos, Turn-Based Style - Tactical! Donatello x Tactical! Montgomery Gator (FNAF) x Female! Reader - NSFW - Three more parts planned for this universe

Bayverse! Tattoos Headcanons - SFW

Rise! Turtles with Sick S/O Headcanons - SFW

Non-TMNT Fics

i can be everything you need and more - Welcome Home - Wally Darling x GN! Reader - SFW

Diamonds and Coal - Hazbin Hotel - Lucifer Morningstar x OC (written for a friend) - SFW

Do You Ever Really Know? - Spider-verse - Jonathan Ohnn (spot) x Spider-sona OC - SFW but will be NSFW (2/4 chapters done)

[dopytea]

⛓﹐ : 🛒 𓂃 ¡ #HOOKED ON A FEELING ── fnaf sb ?! 🗯️‹3 𓂃 ˒ ʿʿ ❛ you taste like nectar and salt and apples ❜ 🗝 ﹢を ˒ㅤdrabbles

i featuring ! gender neutral! reader, glamrock! freddy, montgomery gator, glamrock! chica, roxanne wolf, sundrop, moondrop.

ii warnings ! romantic relationship, reader is shy-ish, just tooth-rotting fluff random drabbles with a very small amount of angst ( if you squint ) and ( mutual ) comfort, mention of sleep deprived reader, i don't specified any mental issues, but i do describe readers struggles which could be identified as anxiety.

iii note ! pretty much old works in progress i never finished so i made drabbles instead <3

iv excerpt ! you could get used to this, the asphyxiating sensation of a long day slipping away, other times a laugh to befall your lips despite there's half of his body missing and you are borderline in tears, but all common human sense has gone out the window and died a sad death on the street below before a semi ran over it at full speed and that metaphor got gruesome quick, which means you have been spending too much time around the glamrocks and the glamrocks drama.

freddy loves you.

in a tender (and embarrasing) way you couldn't hate; from the dopey grin, the biggest, happiest wave whenever he sees you from across the room and vivid wiggle of his ears, freddy is evidently smitten.

you already knew, sort of. he wasn't the subtle one, anyways. but you weren't the qui vive type either.

maybe it was easy, you supposed, to pick up on your mood as easy as it was to notice freddy's blue eyes are much more brighter when the light bounces off him. he'll smile at you, sharp canine teeth and soft voice greeting you. maybe he was just overly friendly, with the way he held your hand as though you're the center of the universe-and he's just some random robot bear caught up in your gravitational orbit. maybe you were a little too hooked up in his fondness that it hurts.

how he loves you, did everything he could to hear the sweet bells of your laughter and see your smile. how he hug you every single day, he emanated a sort of warmth that didn't feel artificial despite its source, almost like an embrace that was only second best in comparison to one of the bear's actual hugs. the soft, constant ticking of his inside machinery like a soft lull soothing you into a relaxed, sleepy state.

freddy never let you go home upset, and he always take the time you needed to be comfortable with speaking your thoughts. he knows the way you like your pizza, the music you prefer so he can hum them when you are feeling particulary nasty, your favorite spot on the couch of his green room between the freddie's plushies. he knows everything, doesn't he?

"are you alright, superstar? You seem a little off. shall i escort you to a first-aid station?"

the voice echoes somewhere near inside your skull, and you snap. all hope for sweet words is thrown out the window entirely, blood thrumming through your veins like electricity.

you whip your head up so fast you could feel something cracked uncomfortably to see none other than freddy's soft, glowing blue eyes staring at you with something akin to worry. you hum quietly, slowly dragging your gaze to freddy's chest.

"just peachy" you can hardly settle your nerves. you uneasily inhale and seek resolve, exhaling the timid emotion with a shaken sigh "apparently there's no problem with your system, you can close your tummy now"

you back off, the corners of your lips tremble, quiver and quake, as he lifts up. freddy has the ability to look so grateful to you for his routine maintenance in a way you were lowkey successfully diverted every single time.

your job isn't even that great, really, there's no need to tell me how amazing i am for taking care of you after a kid puked on your cavity chest, frederick, but your heart always welcomed the tenderness of his praises.

"i am... truly sorry, (y / n). it appears it's showtime, but i would hate to leave you by yourself..." freddy's sad voice always makes you feel in a way that suggests you enjoy throwing puppies into traffic, and freddy was a particularly kicked one.

how an animatronic could sound so apologetic about something he is supposed to be programmed to is going to be your biggest question, (was it your fault?), but you don't feel out of place; you wonder if you're supposed too. you wonder it again and again.

"i'm feeling ansty, freddy. i'm not going to die or somethin', s'okay" you suck in a sharp breath when freddy's face went through ten shades of griefs in five seconds at the solely thought of you getting hurt. you were glad he didn't notice the smack at the back of your neck after visiting monty's gator golf.

"still, i fear for your well being. i can stay with you as long as you need to." kind, glowing blue eyes almost looked apologetic, only cementing the gnawing anxiety in your stomach. you chew the insides of your cheeks until it aches.

"would you?" you ask, trying to ignore the continual light shaking of your hands. you choke up as if displayed before a monstrous live audience, mouth dry and throat bobbing.

of course. obviously. you are his exception, to every rule he'd had made for, for every boundary that was so necessary to never cross. he is freddy, who calls you his superstar in such a genuine, proud way that made you feel important, because he always mean it. freddy, who asks about your day but that's neither here nor there when he's looking at you like the moon. freddy, no matter how big and renowned and revered he becomes, he cares for you in every shape and form.

charmed and ensnarled, you made a motion for the bear to lean over, which he obliged, and you hold freddy's face with warm hands, palms burning; hot and clammy as your racing pulse pumps wildly, resting on his cheek as your thumb traces little circles. he sighed of bliss (despite the lack of lungs), fluttering his lids as if his current placement had been an alleviation to any source of his conflicts.

his expression warmed your heart until overwhelmed. rhythmic pattering of his system soothed the ache of your head, your eyes almost closed when he started raking his fingers along your own hands.

you bring your face closer to the bear's face and poked his nose with your own, giggling to yourself at the squeak it sounded out. it's a kind of comfort, a subtle one, for both.

"it's okay. i need to get back to work and you be ready for the kids!" your mind run a mile a minute, but the smile hung from your lips didn't falter. freddy looks a little less torn, still holding concern in his neon blue eyes.

"i'll always be worrying about you, superstar, no matter what..." freddy nuzzles his mouth into your scalp in something you know is a kiss. "but i do trust you. let us meet up as soon as we are able to."

with a fluttering heart drumming within the swell of your chest, you tossed your hands into the air, throwing your head with a breathy laugh.

"sure!"

the animatronic returned his smile as much as he was physically able to, then placed his hands on his knees in order to rise back to his full height. he made eye contact with you in front of him one last time.

"please promise me you'll be safe." his expression visibly softens at the contact, smile mirroring yours

"i will, i will."

with one last fond look, the animatronic headed off to the stage, his loud, clanking walk following him as he went. emotions were fickle things, and only made a person unstable, irrational.

"uh-huh, and by the way, freddy!" you gulp when you find yourself center of his focus once his head turn around, but your gaze harbors riotous determination. maybe you just want to be irrational for once "i love you"

and he absolutely lights up. His smile is so bright it's nearly blinding, the vibrations of his own laugh almost feel like an earthquake shaking up your heart. he wiggles his ears just again, and he opens his arms for you to jump in and tugs you closer so he can feel like you are the only one in the world, his whole universe.

"i love you too, superstar!"

you already know. and you feel so lucky for it.

monty tends to break.

a matter of fact. your mind had stored a quite lengthy recording of your own voice yelling afterwards. ("what do you mean monty lost an arm!?"). the series would repeat until heavy exhales began to breeze past the split of your parted lips.

other times him successfully erecting a melodious laugh to befall your lips despite there's half of his body missing and you are borderline in tears, but all common human sense has gone out the window and died a sad death on the street below before a semi ran over it at full speed and that metaphor got gruesome quick, which means you have been spending too much time around monty and the glamrocks drama.

what else is new, though? other than monty being romantic and, hell, monty being romantic, without even meaning to be.

carries your work stuff as insignificant as it could be, wrap an arm around your shoulder when you're cold, hovers you over his shoulder any time you are feeling tired (theres no need to), let's you cling to his arm (and feels so proud when you do), keeps an eye on you to prevent rude costumers, holds your hands from behind when you're trying to play golf and hit unsuccessfully, he is oh so careful whenever he wants to initiate a kiss and enfolds a hand around your neck and gentle pull in his direction before he lets your lips collide in the tip of his snout.

you know he is romantic even when he thinks he’s being so slick— so smooth doing that. he wants to think he doesn’t look like it much, therefore he’s very much in love with your physical affection. you had fixed monty up with efficient, gentle hands. you'd done it all with a frown and no shortage of eye-rolling, but you'd done it.

but monty is romantic where it counts, too. are the gifts pretty? yeah. do you look good in the monty theme hoody? you look good in everything. he makes time for you after hours. does he still get a little out of control from time to time? yeah, sort of. but that won't stop him from escorting you to the exit with a puppy eye looking and sad flicking of tail because your shifts aren't enough for him.

he's romantic, and it's because he thinks about you all the time. because you run around his mind, looking at him with both eyebrows raised everytime monty abruptly discovers he's staring blankly at you with his mouth partially open and pressing a kiss to the cold metal casing of his jaw for good luck before his performance like he means something. he's romantic because he knows it takes work to keep you almost as much as you know the way he breaks.

even in the non-literal manner.

"somethin' happen" you whispered into the quiet room, silence present and actively eating away at your spoken acclamation "be gentle with yourself, you deserve better."

it could be accurate, considering the place was pitch black, save for the small streams of green light that slipped between the corners of the star beneath you. you hadn't even changed your attire clothes, you couldn't even recall how long you laid on the couch in monty's green room before losing consciousness and after feeling monty's heavy body looming over yours, nestled between your legs with his snout in your chest and close to your heart.

monty is huge, menacing and colossal, he could easily reduce you into a timid clump of cowardice that writhes beneath his hold, but you like it too, the weight of him over you is comforting. he is careful about crushing you, anyways. most of the time.

he growls, your heavy lids fought against the descending motion the soft rumbling that his chest made against your skin. occasionally, you would crack open an eye to peek at the time and perk an ear to listen for any indication he is having a malfunction. just in case. (what do you mean monty lost an arm!?). your gaze travels from high to low, optics seeking a source to distract yourself from the weight of his awaiting stare.

"what do you think i deserve, sweetheart?" his voice box worked without having to move his mouth, but it was muffled through the wires and casing of his body. it makes him sound much more worn out, you guess. and somewhat mocking, in any case.

monty never has efficiently voiced whatever nonsense clutters that tireless cranium of his, but he acknowledges your pain as his own. your lips drawn south, monty drums his hand past your uniform and into the flesh of your waist, shrugging under the cold metal fingers with a gasp. he requires reassurance no more than you.

"c'mon, let me-" you tried to push yourself up using your elbows, but his palms are slide down to snug at your hips with an immovable weight, heavy and pillared, to prevent your escape, as if you though of leaving him.

"you're a little nuisance, aren't ya?" he rambled. spilling whatever random scene were to display beneath his eyelids. you had a sneaking suspicion that he was just about running on autopilot.

hitting your head in the cushions again, your hands meekly settled upon the length of his shoulders, eyes scarcely searching for vibrant hues of crimson, split from his stare whenever he smugly simpered at your expression of coy.

you reach out to the star-shaped sunglasses, but he takes advantage of the opportunity and nestles his snout into the delicate skin of the crook of your neck. it almost makes you giggle. one of his arms wraps around your waist a little tighter while the other skirts around your shoulders to cradle the back of your head. you smell of fresh cotton, vanilla, and mint, and monty can feel his circuits go foggy.

your gazes don't meet- he doesn't want to be seen. he doesn't want you to see him. not right now.

yet you understand why, he doesn't have to tell you, either; because he feels so heavy like this that you can't bring yourself to care, so you keep your lips thinned and sealed, and instead you caress his back and hold him, patronizingly brushing his mohawk back now that it had been messed and was falling.

chica likes to spend time with you.

the idea of it was hard to swallow, that you really and truly cared so much about him. but god, if he didn't crave it. if he didn't yearn for it with every bit now that he finally surrendered to it. it was easier to sink than swim, and you was a pleasant ocean to drown in.

even if that means learning how to play the guitar at two a.m in the middle of your shift.

it doesn't matter that much, really. she (somewhat) always manages to keep you a little longer by her side, apparently for working purposes and oh, vanessa! i saw gregory playing around roxy's raceway again, shouldn't check him out before he gets hurt? is enough excuse so you can dissapear mysteriously for the next hour in chica's green room with chica inside. no one ask, either.

you wonder if it's a sort of agreement with the staff, you wonder how she did it, too; but you can't bring yourself to care when she likes literally taking care of you, as well.

because chica loves the way you beam at her when you notice your favorite snack in her hands when you arrive chica's green room late for her daily checkups, (sometimes they are two in a row).

she loves the way you feel calm enough to relax against her at the end of each day, memorizing the little touches againts your shoulders to comfort you. you never had to talk if you wanted to, she is okay with your warmth.

you never leave chica's place empty-handed. never! she's always got a gift or a surprise for you. sometimes it's as simple as a leftover from a party she essentially cooked for you, a piece of cake, a cupcake, you name it, even when she has to apologise for eat half the cookies. sometimes it's one of her merchandising shirt, one with a her face print on it and she carried a few times so it smells like bubblegum and candy a lil.

she's leaving pieces of herself with you, so they meld easily into your life. little shows of her that not every would notice, but she can and that's what makes her chest swells and knees weeks. that you are starting to blend with her, so clearly marked.

"snoozing again?" chica boops your nose to get your attention, and when you open your eyes and see her staring at you with so much love, you can't help but want to hide from her sight.

humming in response, you begin to strum some random rhythm with the pads of your fingertips along the strings, eyes periodically observing the twinkle of stars before choosing to gaze at chica's purples optics instead.

"what are you looking at?" you ask instead. a questioning look on your adorable face. gods. she wanted to smoosh your face and hold you.

seeing your slight pout, and droopy eyes were adorable, you looked so tired.

she could visualize you in her couch, covering your head with a pillow or plushie to block out the pink light from the hall when he finally entered for bed. How you would grumble at being awoken, but ultimately curl into her chest for the warmth she offered every night. How she would apologize through a kiss on your crown, all while chuckling softly at your grumpy, and exhausted look.

"you look like you need some love." she coos at you and chuckles, her sistems swelling with warmth and happiness as she finds a spot beside you, dropping his guitar down on the bedside table.

"i always look like this." she chuckles, something warm like the feel of the blankets you were burrowed in. you melted into her touch, the contact soothing after he'd been away for so long.

"you are right! you always look pretty and cute!" she concludes looming over you.

she impishly cups your face as to directly draw you near before he playfully tackles you into a brief series of faintly peppered kisses (little pecks that tickle you half of the time). you let her get a few kisses in, pressing them on your grimy cheeks, then your nose, then your chin, until you are gently pushing her away by pressing your palm into the curve of her. cheek.

"you are tickling me" you let a breathless giggle, covering your face with your hands, smile growing by the second, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"oh, you mean like this?" optics of sterling purple glint with mischief as her fingers spontaneously wiggle along your quivering sides in an effort to extract the echo of a laugh from your lips.

you could get used to this, the asphyxiating sensation of a long, hard day at work rolling away with the mere laugh of chica's voice box over you.

who greedily clutches and detains your antsy frolic by cleaving a palm to the small of your back. who refuses to blink away the lovely sight of your countenance and meticulously etches the mesmerizing taste of your voice into lasting memory

"i-i get it, i get it! stop now!" you squeal. There is a crackling sound from the other end, something like someone choking or several cats with pneumonia. apparently a sound chica loves to hear from you.

chica concludes his ministration with a lingering swipe of his peck, roughly brushing the tip of his own against yours in a child-like eskimo-kiss, sharply when she finishes, as if to signify that she's finished and is now accepting questions.

though you can tell that no such thing is happening, both from the innocent grin she seems to wear and the halfhearted way she's holding you to prevent your fall off the couch. but mostly all you can hear is the rushing of blood past your ears. chica's voice saying you are really cute keeps replaying over and over in your mind.

"there was no need to do that" you manage to reduce your heartrate to something reasonable and non-heart-palpitationy, and she's wearing that fond smile that you are starting to develop adverse feelings towards, for whatever reason.

sweat breaks out along your temple, and you wip at it with the back of your hand.

to your credit, you don't startle. you stand there, feeling wrongfooted and also mildly embarrassed for reasons you can't (and don't want to) verbalize.

"maybe, but i couldn't think in a better way to wake you up" chica says, her tone within striking distance of tender, and you opens his damp eyes to see chicas pulling you closer.

you cling to her stature and draw him impossibly near, grumbling incoherent complaints into her cool skin.

roxy is the best.

everybody knows at this point, even if she beats herself up later.

at first glance, the notion of comparing roxanne wolf to anything that could be described as "peaceful" is ridiculous, dismissible at best. the robot is a supernova of energy and life and ink spills, as well, it seems, as she navigates angrily around the raceway to find something for the black droplets in her hair and somehow manages to look less that a mess.

you send her an unimpressed slate stare when you arrive to her green room for a checkup (read: clean up the ink), though you can feel your heartbeat humming in your chest, tapping out a rhythm against your ribcage.

roxy gives an audible sound of surprise, her eyes flashing with confusion and something akin to embarrassment. her snout opens just a little. probably she wasn't specting you to come along, considering she messed up the race and her appearance. you know her, she hates looking like that, especially if you are there.

you suppress both a sigh and a smirk as roxy growls aloud and glares reproachfully at herself trough the mirror as if the growing mess on the carpet is somehow its fault.

at that, you raise an eyebrow. "do you not require assistance, roxy?" your voice is nothing short of regal, and roxy gapes for a second before she huffs.

"i can do this for my own," she says. her tone is reverent and wondering, and you has to physically clench his teeth to keep from sighing, again.

"it's more easy if we go to parts and service" you say as you take a sit in the couch beside roxy, pulling an embroidered silk handkerchief from the sleeve of your uniform, roxy glances furtively over at you.

she still radiates tireless energy, even as she swipes her own hands over the puddle of ink somewhere in the face and her voice box does a vigorously clicking sound under her breath. Yet somehow, even so, you can feel that she is not mad or angry, is not truly irritated.

she is mad, but only with herself.

in his moment of thought, your fingertips wander and accidentally brush against roxy's hand.

cool.

you almost jumps at the contact, but you are so well trained in the art of masking emotions that you do not so much as flinch. you carrie on steadily cleaning the ink. roxy, however, is an entirely different case.

she jerks, lips parting in question. "what are you playing?" she seems to choke, blinking a few times.

"is there a problem, roxanne?" you asks- quietly, though. you cannot bring yourself to be firm right now, not when you are breathing the same air as roxy and your fingers still remember the coolness of roxy's hand.

yellow eyes bite into you, questions and bewilderment plain in them, but then she just shakes his head and growl.

"nothing, just finish already" the signs might not be all that visible to most people, but to you, they're instantly noticeable.

on her lips were words lost to time as her tongue sat heavy in her mouth, motionless and frozen as she couldn't grasp a retort that were sure to reduce you to a state similar of his own.

you nod and thinks to yourself that roxy really is like a lake, her emotions crystal clear on the surface in a way that belies a complicated, tangled personality. Yet just one tiny pebble, one little act of kindness, can send ripples through her.

you hope you are the only person throwing pebbles into the lake.

there's a certain familiar tightness to roxy's hand as she grips the pillow that has her face printed, the slightest tilt of vast irritation to her eyes when she tries to look the other way. you can read her, all her little burning mannerisms, and you knows at your core, roxy is a raging, smoldering star, sweltering underneath the masks she's been taught are natural.

"it's not your fault, you know. about the raceway" you whisper, almost too low for hear. there's fire there, fire that's almost been smothered, but can be encouraged back to life when occasion calls for it.

it's there, it's real, and you knows it, although he doubts anyone else truly does.

"just a slip, but you did well. everyone loves you, the kids too" you inquire softly, almost gently. she snorts, sort of.

"of course they do, i'm the best! don't tell me you think that get me" she grins, though something falters, sly smile slipping from his cocked smirk of feigned aplomb as her chest palpitated; skipped more than a couple of rhythmic beats.

"nah, but i just feel like remember you-" it's at that moment, when you are thinking of a roxy clad in ink and spiritual pressure, that roxy's hand brushes lightly against her.

warm.

you jump, startled beyond measure, and make a choking sound, as if you didn't seem to have noticed her trailing fingers.

"what?" speechless; at a loss, you suck your bottom lip between your teeths as you clumsily fumbles with your wringing hands.

roxy gawps before she lets a loud chuckle before she sinks into your embrace. roxy weighs you into the mattress, near to leaving you breathless as she knocks you onto your back. she had gasped as if stumbling upon treasure before she clumsily grips at your shoulders with a child's enthusiasm.

"not so tough now, are we?." she snakes her arms around your body and presses even closer, chuckling against your neck when you complain that you can barely breathe with how tight she's holding you.

"that wasn't the point" you stutter inelegantly, and roxy levels her a blank stare of melting ice and thawing snow. you can feel flames beginning to rise in your cheeks, and you swears internally.

you realize you are smiling like an idiot when roxy stifles the chortles and presses her snout in your shoulder, digging his nose into your flushing skin.

she is rolling onto her side to brush her lips across your jaw, onto the hill of your cheek, and behind the lobe of your ear. shr concludes his endeavor with a smile, bliss evident and etching her features. her smile is crooked, lop-sided and hanging, as if she is awed.

you always look like hell. half of the time.

she is okay, this gentle and soft thing, the featherlight feeling of being able to share your pain with someone who's a familiarity, someone who cares.

it is certain, considering that you have to try and survive after every late-night shifts and subsisting on four hours of sleep it's not always enough for your internal clock. you got used to the can of bitterly caffeinated jet fuel masquerading as fizzy faz in one hand.

sundrop is the coffee you need every night.

especially since the woman working alongside sundrop as a helper had turned out to be someone your social relations skills could only describe as unpleasant.

especially since you tried to make her understand her advances were useless, the children don't like her, anyway. first with a few exchanged sentences (she ended up spilling glitter glue to your face and leaving you dripping in the middle of the precinct). then with rather crude gestures of disfavor (which led her to the erroneous assumption that you were somehow envious of her).

it took a long while until you finally snapped and began sabotaging her actively. at some point, it even became more of an amusing pastime that kept your systems sharp and accurate, just like the sundrop's candy that kept annoying moon to no end because you become a hyperactive-mess.

yes, you exchange her perfume and filling the vial with aftershave, programmed her social media to change every single self-portrait into a prerecorded file of sun's choice (“pick rick astley!”), messing up the files of smaller files since she hardly ever occupied herself with them, and was prone to making mistakes subsequently.

yes, they were childish pranks yes, you almost got suspended for a month and yes, "you had to pay compensation for the emotional trauma she went through", but selfishly, you were lowkey proud.

it was the perfect excuse to spend more time near sundrop and his chaotic atmosphere.

there's no one who can brings the light; hangs the stars and moons as if he were not an object of celeste himself other than sundrop. his toothy grin is cheshire, widening and stretching his cheeks as if his elation were uncontainable; contagious.

sundrop gives warm hugs and sways back and forth to make you feel better. every time, without asking. ( apparently he developed a sixth sense when it comes to you. daycare attendant thing. )

its the sort of problem he hates the most because its not one he can solve with his hands.

so he won't bring what upsets you and even avert his gaze from you, but he'll place his hand on yours, softly rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, and that's when you know it will get better.

he always makes sure, in any case. he randomly hugs you when he sees you standing near him. you might be imagining a woman like sundrop's helper to be disheartened by this amount of attention, even if most of it would be considered negative. ( she was strange like that ), when he wraps his arms around you and rocks you side-to-side. it can last seconds, long seconds, until you are giggling and shy, and then he lets you go on with your day as if nothing.

other times he likes to tap to whatever song you're listening to on your body after cleaning up the mess at the daycare, or at least he tries to. the beat is always a little off, too fast or not enough; still, it never fails to bring a soft smile to your lips, especially if he's humming along to it too. sometimes he would brags you to dance along with him.

it's silly, most of the time you two bump into each other, but it never fails to cheer you up.

looking at your bright smile as you laughed at one of his stupid jokes, sundrop can't help but feel grateful that you're in his life.

he's sure the kids at the daycare are grateful as well, even when you say you are not fond of children, as he sees it right now, you're still kneeling down to let the kids put rainbow stickers in your face and doodle with markers (and with glitter highlighters that glown in the dark too ) onto your arms. you're still laughling when you carrie around a little girl like a princess and play with puppets even when you hate getting your hands all sticky from the glue.

a burst of fondness and adoration explodes in his chest, and before he can even think about, sundrop is leaning down to press his face plate to your cheek. is somewhat tender. facial expressions are something he can't make, but you know by the way his faceplate happily turns that he may have the purest expression of his love when he sees you.

your eyes instantaneously descending towards your shoes as you could no longer hold his gape of admiration as he pulls away, and it turns into an embarrassed chuckle when he meets your sleepy eyes and smile.

"i missed you! a lot, a lot, a lot! you’ve been gone so, so long! i was so bored, it’s so boring without you here!” he says in a singsong tone, dragging the last syllable as his finger pokes your cheek.

"i know, duty called" you whisper. which it is a shame, as a night guard you can only see him between breaks and because you had to keep an eye over the helper.

"thank you for helping so wonderfully today! perfect as always!"

he hugs you, carrying you up effortlessly in his arms as he twirled you around; actively wiggles his fingers into the doughy flesh of your midriff as you fail to squirm away. dizzy and laughling.

sundrop can hardly keep himself from giggling along with you, hands carring your body soft and chest swooning as you laugh; seemingly initiating a commencing down of the sun.

his laugh is a breath of fresh air. he is suave and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, holding you as if you were about to shatter.

and you let him, as always. you decided that this is where you'll stayー in sundrops hold, where the heat from his body completely enveloping yours is enough to hush your grief, in which you know you are going to be okay.

in the tiny space you've made for yourself, where you crouched to weep in silence alone, someone has intruded your circle with glitter glue, but it is someone who cares deeply. sundrop knows of your pain, and somehow for now, that is enough.

it's not a matter of fact (as he always says), but you know he lies when he let you sleep five more minutes, or when he strives to leave your knees weak and buckled, inducing your considerably smaller palms to desperately grip at his shoulders as his palms effortlessly laid you down by your hips because just the naughty ones are awake in nap time.

moondrop has a soft spot for you.

and sometimes it gets a little embarrassing. you are pretty sure you don't need to be cradle in moon's arms to rock you back-and-forth like a baby trying to lull you, but he's still enjoy (tease) the way your half-sleep face contorts into a flusttered demeanor, especially whe the children ask why you get to sleep on moon's lap.

the series would repeat until heavy exhales began to breeze past the split of your parted lips

you don't have a choice, though (he makes sure to really tie the blanket around you to prevent your scape). when it's nap time, it's nap time, even for an adult like you.

moondrop knows you need it as much as he need to know you're doing okay, because his obligation is to save you from the cause of your torment; yourself.

he's always subtle, silent; lets his hands communicate for him. moon languidly reaches to brush the tips of his fingers behind your ear, momentarily tucking a lock of hair that would continuously unfold as if to spite him.

drool sheens the parted corner of your mouth, and your hair is akin to the mane of a lion's. you had told him you hate when he keeps staring while your sleep, but he has to admit, the way he's seeing you right now is one of his favorites. his gape is pillared; fixated and immovable from your visage. moon finds himself enthralled with a work of art.

his fingers rouse through your knotted locks, thumb prodding into your temple and stroking soothing lengths into the dimpled flesh as you're muttering incoherent speech, and moon finds himself amused again.

your slumped shoulders no longer quivered a while ago, but the needful grasp of your hands remained adamant as to maintaining a tight clench around his torso. he had sheltered you in his arms, devoid of warmth, his caress is cold. his wintry touch induces an outbreak of goosebumps, but the sensation eases the itch to your body, and the comforting chill is akin to balm.

you have yet to awaken, limbs wildly splayed as your temple nestles snuggly into his neck. moon rests a heavy palm onto your crown, soothingly stroking his palm over your head as you sigh against his metal skin in bliss, already lost to a slumber moon coaxed you.

his thumb trails along your side, and he doesn't hesitate his assault even when you grumble protests from your sleep.

"stop" you mumble, cheeks hollowed and lips ajar "five more minutes." you hardly discern his figure through your lidded gaze, but your skin singes where you maintain contact

hushed snores, faint and distinct, softly rumble beneath the tower of blankets where you sleep. you're snuggled impossibly close, temple pillared atop his chest.

right from the start, you knew moondrop wasn’t one to be overly physically affectionate. it’s not that he hates it or is cold, he simply isn’t used to it.

occasionally, however, he feels the need to be near you. loves the way you immediately step closer into his personal space and squeeze his hand back, not saying anything about this rare display of affection.

he's not easy to love, but he's worth the effort.

he loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever. he pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. his eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.

"naughty thing" he says instead and watch, in amazement, your hazy, small smile “we can’t always get what we want" the defensive undertone in his voice almost makes you laugh again. is the same tone that people use when talking to four-year-olds. and a very familiar tone that means he's humoring you.

"but i can, see?" you whisper, with a cheeky grin in your face that tells him you are not sorry at all, before moondrop stabs you in the liver with one of his unreasonably pointy fingers without even looking.

you wheeze before you could stop it. frown on your face, you clutch at your side. you are pretty sure this is what being shot feels like. you try to you punched his shoulder as lightly as possible as you go, but moon dodges you without blinking because he's actually an robot. you huff in complaint.

"do that again and i'm not coming near you" you croak before you manage to sit up ungracefully, forced to bend your legs in a way you're sure no human was meant to attempt.

moon hums in appreciation, because he knows you are lying, so he extends his arms in your direction, and soon you were wrapped in his arms again, leaning into his chest.

the fleeting reaction bridged your skin as if wildfire. your shift starts soon, but neither of you made a move to pull away from where moon protectively caged you. unconsciously pressing his hand on your back were your steadily beating heart is.

moon has the incredible ability to squeeze into any space, as long as you is there.

his actions aren't fast, his hugs not the kind to be quickly dismissed. many of the times he lets you sink into his chest as he holds your waist with his free arm, pulling you as close as he possibly can. he makes sure that when he pulls away; he gets to see that dopey grin on your lips.

he has you, he affirms, right here. moon has no desire to abandon his home in your arms.