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peachie-bumblebee · 9 months

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FNAF SECURITY BREACH NSFW HEADCANONS

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MINORS DNI

getting back to my ROOTS with this one!! hope my community is still out there- the dlc has brought back my love for the game :) i haven’t posted SB content in a LONG time so a reminder- I ONLY WRITE FOR CHARACTERS WHO PASS THE JACK HARKNESS TEST. They are OF AGE OR ABOVE, have HUMAN OR ABOVE INTELLIGENCE, and can VERBALLY GIVE INFORMED CONSENT. The SB animatronics are canonically sentient. None of the past ones are. okay- back to the content :D

CW: ONE PREGNANCY MENTION, KINK RELATED T0YS, SEMI-PUBLIC MENTIONS, DACRIPHILIA

GLAMROCK FREDDY

lord have mercy…

he’s the most virgin coded out of all of them. i’m sorry.

but do I think he’s a TOTAL virgin? no.

there are FREAKS out there (me writing this and y’all reading this-) who would 1000% show up to the pizzaplex just tryna get a piece of the fazballs

SORRY

he’s the type to silently get off in his dressing room and then get all embarrassed about it like there’s someone there to judge him

he’s an actual sweetheart in the sheets. he’s so so nice about everything. as we go down the list this DECREASES.

don’t push him too fucking hard tho. if you’re one of the ones who read my old fic Competition, you remember.

his fingers vibrate.

and so does that dick.

he’d turn it on inside of you and listen to you gasp before putting a hand gently over your mouth and hushing you.

he seems a lot like a gasper. maybe the occasional curse word coming out, but mostly praises of how good it feels.

i know he is a messy cummer. i’m right and that’s final.

he’d be absolutely humiliated after the fact and go get a wet washcloth asap, but it’s a very shocking amount anyway.

pregnancy isn’t a concern, but he’s still wary about cumming inside for some reason. he’s the type to make sure it’s okay like 3 times before he does it.

okay i lowkey think he’d be into getting handcuffed. i don’t know what handcuffs could genuinely hold him, but if you brought them out he’d be (figuratively) SWEATING

i think his eyes roll back when he cums. and i’m correct. eat me.

he’s the lead member but he’s humble about it… except a few times in bed. then he lets it go to his head(s). just a bit. ;)

if he was in a relationship he’d have a thing about his partner dressed in his merch

switch! but the most vanilla out of everyone- but remember, not completely.

…he’d eat his cum out of you.

no he is NOT gonna call you superstar during sex leave me ALONEEE

GLAMROCK CHICA

my biggest hc for her will and will always be that she has a MASSIVE toy collection. she is a toy girl. do i know how she gets them? not exactly.

but I DO know that they’re all pink and white and sparkly!

that doesn’t mean it’s all vanilla toys though (respect to the vanilla community but it is not me :) )

she does own a hot pink flogger and she WILL happily use it on a groupie or her partner.

she’s such a tease. she’s such a fucking tease jsghskbnsjh

doesn’t matter if she’s domming or subbing (60/40 ratio)

she’s a TEASE

and she giggles during sex

her whole bubbly pink happy girl thing doesn’t stop

she’ll put you in a bubblegum pink sex swing and use a big ass vibrator on you while giggling and telling you how cute you look

i know she likes pulling on nipples I KNOW SHE DOES

for those who used to ask- no, she can’t give head with her beak. and she’s not taking it off. sun/moon can’t give sloppy either BUT THEY MAKE IT WORK!

AND SHE DOES TOO!

she can fuck up the guitar with her fingers, what else do you think they can do?

she’s the type to pull you into a side room, hush you, finger fuck you, then send you on your way with a hug

i know for a FACT SHE WEARS A STRAP!

yes it IS glitter. it is also 9 inches.

and if you want more, she has more ways to give you that.

she’s also the type to get you front row tickets and put a remote control vibe in you so she can watch you squirm right in front of her.

she’s also a praiser, but there’s a lot of false sympathy in there too.

food aftercare. she wants to eat 3 pizzas with you. food is her love language

ROXANNE WOLF

YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT!

she’s a dom. she just is.

god I miss that fic I wrote.

she’s so fucking cocky in bed. it’d be insufferable if she wasn’t so hot and so good at sex.

if who she’s fucking is AFAB she’s EATING IT!!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT THAT SHE DOES MUNCH!

if they’re AMAB then you can expect her to lean them back on her chest and give them the most intense handjob of their life.

in general, the animatronics are stronger than people, so when they’re rough they’re still not going at their hardest. that would actually just kill you.

she’s a show-off. she’ll leave marks in very noticeable places on purpose so that everyone knows that you’re getting fucked by THE Roxanne Wolf

she’s a hair puller. I just know she likes to wrap her claws up in it and pull.

don’t fucking pull hers though, she doesn’t like that shit.

yeah her tail wags when you eat her out, what about it? don’t point that shit out, it’s embarrassing to her.

she curses so much during sex.

the strap is purple and THICK. if you want more then she’ll just hit up Chica for a new one. Chica is more than happy to help. and more than happy to watch.

she’s only the jealous type if its some rando loser. THEN she’ll fuck the living shit out of you while telling you how she’s the best and making you repeat it back to her.

if it’s Monty or Chica? If you’d be into it too, then yeah, she’ll share.

…Freddy is more of a hard sell, but it’s not a hard no.

it’s more of a “Yeah yeah yeah but why do you wanna fuck the dumbass bear? Why him? Monty’s got a bigger one, I’ll tell you that.”

yeah but roxy baby his doesn’t vibrate

she comes off a winning high after a particularly close race, she’s going to go feral on you

with those eyes of hers, she can find you wherever you go. so if she’s randomly in the mood and her partner is there, even halfway across the pizzaplex, she’s on her way to pull you into her room and take some “private time.”

MONTGOMERY GATOR

hhhhhhooOOOHHH BOY

y’all remember the start of SB where he’s fucking up his room?

prepare to be destroyed HSGDHJSGBDNH

degrades. degrades the fuck out of you. it’s a toss up between Roxy and Monty who’s the more cocky, but he’s certainly meaner.

LONG ASS DICK. IT’S HUGE WITH ALL SORTS OF BUMPS AND RIDGES AND SHIT.

head pusher IF you’re okay with it. consent is mandatory.

he’d grab all his partner’s hair if they had any to grab, even just an INCH and go ham.

his long ass dick matches his long fucking tongue.

loves giving lethal backshots LOOOOOOOORD HAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE MEEERCYYYYYY

he’s not only breaking the bed, it’s straight up sawdust. idk how his partners live but they certainly live happily after.

as cocky as he is, he’s not exactly a selfish lover by any means. yeah, he’ll edge you, but he also likes to get his partner real sloppy if you catch my drift.

he aims to make you cry from pleasure. it’s straight up his goal.

i just know he knows EXACTLY where all the right spots are. you don’t even gotta tell him, inside or outside, no matter personal preference, he can always pinpoint his partner’s sweet spots

and then he proceeds to abuse the fuck out of that knowledge

he gets so jealous over Freddy, it’s insane

he sees his partner in his merch, he’s ripping it to shreds.

Roxy is less of a threat. That can be more of a collaborative effort.

he honestly doesn’t know how much of a freak in the sheets Chica is. If he had a threesome with her and she whipped out her chest of fun he’d be like “DAMN BITCH WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THOSE” and she’d be like “^-^ wanna see my buttplug collection? :>” LMFAOOO

GROANER. he GROANS LIKE CRAZY

also a bit of a growl but NOT in the cringe tiktok way don’t worry

HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!! I really hope I can start to find my old community with this :)

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peachie-bumblebee · 9 months

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you so need to rewrite those fics you mentioned in the 3some head cannons. They sound so good omg.

you know what? here you go.

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT’S LONG ENOUGH IT MADE MY IPAD LAG SO HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES UP FOR IT!

ANIMALISTIC- REWRITE

ROXANNE WOLF X AFAB GEN!READER X MONTGOMERY GATOR

NSFW MINORS DNI

You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

CW: PRIMAL PLAY, FEAR PLAY, A BIT OF DUMBIFICATION, BREATH PLAY?, SLIGHT PAIN PLAY??, SUPER TINY ONE THING OF BLOOD PLAY, MARKING, JEALOUSY, THEY’RE MEAN BUT YOU LIKE IT, DEGRADATION, READERS A BIT OF A MASOCHIST, A BIT OF EDGING, THIS IS ALL JUST KINDA SELF INDULGENT AND CRAZY, TEASING, SLIGHT CUM PLAY???

You were Monty’s. That much was a guarantee.

You had been Monty’s from the moment he first laid his eyes on you. You had been at one of the shows with your college friends who had come back to town to reminisce about the good old days. They had gotten entirely wasted and left you there alone; alone and beautiful, and he knew from the moment he saw you in that crowd that he had to have you.

Of course, Roxanne was watching too- but Roxanne has always been far more patient than Montgomery.

Montgomery had approached you after the show late at night- you were hanging against the wall, and when you turned he stood there, hovering over you by several feet. He was breaking the rules by seeing you- and fuck, you loved a rule breaker.

That was over 8 months ago, and you’d never been happier- or more satisfied in all the meanings of the word. Monty wasn’t always the best with softness or with remembering details- minor things to you, really. But if there was one thing that Monty always delivered on, it was sex. You’d fucked on the vanity, against the window, in the Monty Gator Golf pool. He even ate you out on the middle of the stage late at night. You two had probably had every kind of sex you ever thought of having.

Except for one thing. The wildcard. The Roxanne Wolf. You weren’t stupid. You knew how she looked at you, and you knew that she and Monty were close- extremely so. It’s not like you minded it. Not at all; and you knew that your overprotective boyfriend knew too. It was an unspoken oddity of your relationship. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have flown off the handle. But Roxanne and you shared stolen glances, and her nails traced your hipbones as you passed down a tight corridor, and you were sure that was all it was ever gonna be.

So when they sat you down and proposed this- you had been taken aback. Your first thought had been that Roxy was just bored and wanted to hang out with you and Monty. After Monty patted his lap and told you to sit, you figured it was going another direction.

But not this.

Never this.

And god the adrenaline was racing through you.

They had explained it casually, toothy grins on their faces as they took you in.

Tomorrow night.

Chica’s Maze.

A game.

The rules would be simple.

You would start in the middle of the maze. You would find your way to the start or to the exit. That technicality didn’t bother either of them.

You would have a 5 minute head start. The time would be displayed on the wall for you.

It would be dark- but not pitch black.

You would be naked.

If you found your way out before they found you- you could have anything you wanted. And that meant anything at all. From either of them.

Roxanne had looked at you very pointedly when that part was discussed.

If you were caught- then they would do anything they wanted with you.

The offer had sent heat pooling down your spine. You’d done so much with Monty, and so little with Roxy.

So why not play?

“Of course”, he had reassured you, “we’ll level the playing field for you.”

The maze was always a rotating map. Neither of them would have the chance to memorize any path to find you on. And they wouldn’t camp out at the start or end- you had their word. Monty and Roxy would be wearing heavy bracelets around their ankles and hands- something to weigh them down a little. There would be forgiveness as well. If you were caught once, then you could continue on with a handicap. Something non-specified. A slap on the wrist before the real loss. They wouldn’t elaborate when you asked.

“What about your eyes?” you had asked Roxanne.

She got a certain look on her face then, one you couldn’t quite put a finger on.“That’s why you get the five minutes.”

So here you were now- the middle of Chica’s Mazercize. Monty had led you to the spot in the middle with strict instructions to close your eyes the whole way; tempting not to follow of course, but it’s far too exciting of an experience to waste it over breaking a rule as small as that.

Monty slides a cold claw down your front, wrapping the pads of his fingers around your nipple and giving it a small tug. At your slight moan, he chuckles and gets close to your ear.

“Count to 30 seconds before you open your eyes, m’kay?”

The cold air on your bare skin makes you bristle- along with something else.

“Okay.”

A ghost of a cold kiss is pressed against your cheek. “Good luck, baby.”

And with that, he leaves, the whirring of his gears fading into the distance.

As you count down, your worry your teeth between your lips, shifting your weight from side to side. This whole thing is crazy. You’d done a lot of crazy shit, but this- this is fucking crazy. But you were gonna play this game. You wanted to. You wanted them, and by god, they wanted you.

The only thing you weren’t sure you wanted was to win.

Time’s up.

Slowly, as if expecting something to jump out at you, you peel open your eyes at the maze before you. One by one, the lights shut off, creating a rapidly approaching darkness as the walls change and shift around you. Your breath catches in your throat as new pathways emerge and change before your eyes before settiling in four directions. The ground your standing on shifts as well- spinning you slowly for couple of rotations so you can no longer keep track of where the start and the end could possibly be.

North.

South.

East.

West.

You are hopelessly, helplessly lost as the final light flicks off, submerging the maze in a faint pink glow.

You have no idea where to go.

The thought makes you throb.

Above you, a giant red clock turns on to exactly 5:00. 5 minutes. 5 minutes to decide what to do- where to go.

North couldn’t hurt. North always seems to be the right answer in the stories; and really, how complicated could the maze be? It wasn’t designed to contain anything more than some casual paying guests. Maybe, you smile to yourself, you’d get out before your head start was even over. The two animatronics would be at your beck and call.

You step as quickly as you can without running down the pathway, pondering what you’d have them do to you when it hits you. Quite literally. Before you is a wall.

Left or right.

That small bubble of confidence within you begins to deflate- but the feeling between your thighs only gets worse.

4 minutes left.

You go right.

Within what feels like seconds, you hit a dead end.

A sweat starts to build on the back of your neck.

You go back down the way you came from, heading left this time. Your speed is picking up pace as you keep your eyes trained on the clock, watching valuable seconds of time circle down the drain.

Left. Right. Left. Straight.

You should have a strategy. If you pick straight enough times, will it lead you to the edge? Or was this map designed with that idea in mind?

Strategy. Strategy.

The seconds continue ticking away.

1:40 left.

Shit.

Pick left, then left again. Then pick right twice. It should lead you in the pattern of a square-like zigzag, and even if you hit the wall, you could use that as a guiding path. Right?

Right?

“One minute left!” The prerecorded voice of Chica spills over the maze from speakers, telling you that yes, you do indeed have 60 seconds to come up with a real plan on how to win this.

If you still want to win this.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t plan.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as the final seconds begin to tick away, the sound of a clock matching the beats of your feet into the ground. Strategy can no longer just be about how to get out. It now has to include how to stay hidden.

You’re trapped in a maze with two predator creatures- one built for speed, one for strength. They’re both taller than you. You know for a fact that Monty could easily toss you in the air if he wanted. You’ve heard rumors about the exact bite force of Roxy’s jaws. They’re smarter, equipped with the most modern technology in the world.

And Roxy can see you.

You just don’t know from how far away.

Fuck, what are they gonna do with you if you win?

“Uh oh!” Chica’s voice fills the maze once again, and you look towards the ceiling right as the clock his zero and a loud buzz echos through your bones. “Looks like you’re outta time!”

You’re still- deathly still as a beat of silence fills the massive maze. The only sound is your blood rushing through your ears.

And then a feminine laugh filled with absolute anticipation echos down the metal walls.

She’s here. They both are.

You don’t know what makes your body ache in anticipation more- her laugh, or the lack of your boyfriend’s.

They are two animalistic creatures made to hunt, and tonight, you are their prey.

It’s not about pure speed anymore as you go down your preplanned pathway. You’re trying to be as silent and as quick as you can be at the same time, which proves difficult.

You take a left.

The turn around the corner makes your stomach drop in fear and arousal as your eyes try to desperately find some hint of either of their presences. There’s nothing- and it’s relief and dread and ache that floods through you at the same time.

Keep going straight until you find another left.

Every sound in the maze makes your heart seize- but you’ve never felt more alive. Every pin drop, every settling noise of the pizzaplex has you stifling your own gasp of trepidation.

You find another left.

And someone is there.

It’s just a split second of danger recognition- their back is turned to you, and there’s so much adrenaline flooding through you that you don’t even know who it was. You just run.

As fast as you can, you turn back from where you can, your strides stretching as far as they can. You make the decision to dive behind another corner before you even register that there is one- it’s nearly an inperceptible slit in the walls- and as you hit the ground, you realize you’ve found the jackpot.

It’s a false wall. Made to confuse the customers- maybe scare actors stay there during the halloween season- you don’t know and quite frankly, you don’t give a shit. You crawl backwards on the floor until you’re flush with the farthest corner of the hiding place. You slap your hands over your mouth to try to quiet your breathing, eyes squeaking shut as the telltale footsteps inch closer.

It’s your boyfriend.

And he’s looking for you.

His heavy footsteps thunk into the metal floor and you squeeze your hands even tighter over your mouth.

“Baby?” His voice travels straight to your clit and you barely hold back a noise that’s pure animal-like need. You’re not thinking straight. The walls are spinning. Your pussy is throbbing.

He whistles low and slow as he walks right by.

And then he stops.

How much can he hear?

You stop breathing.

“Come on out for me, baby.” His voice is tensed with electric adrenaline, breath hissing through his mouth. “I can hear you.”

And you know he could. Monty has incredible hearing- better than you, certainly. And he doesn’t have bad eyesight- but certainly not Roxy’s.

Don’t find me. Don’t find me.

You manage to stay completely quiet, the need for oxygen burning in your lungs.

He keeps moving as your chest shakes, rounding some far off corner. You continue holding your breath as long as you can before you allow yourself to breathe as slowly and silently as you can.

Monty was going to be pissed.

The thought almost made your eyes roll back in your head.

After a few more moments you shakily stand and make your way to the exit of your hiding room. Your elbows are slightly bruised and scraped from your dive- but the ache is nothing compared to the building one between your legs. With one last glance around, you tiptoe out back onto the main path. That was close. Too close.

A part of you wonders what would have happened if he caught you just then.

Would he have pinned you down? Called Roxanne over? Given you whatever handicap you deserved? Or would he have simply picked you up right then and fucked you against the wall?

Turning in the opposite direction from where Montgomery went, you continue your strategy from before the close encounter. But as you continue walking, you lose more and more track of where you had first bumped into him. In the thrill of the chase, you had completely lost your bearings.

You continue going straight.

And then take a right. This pathway of the maze curves- perhaps this is the entrance to the maze, some kind of a lead-in.

You wall down the looming halls as it spirals into a circle. Your speed picks up along with the curves, getting tighter and tighter until a wall comes into sight in front of you.

There’s a sign there- a cartoon Chica with a frown on her face.

“Dead End!”

You only realize your mistake too late. Without notice, one second to the next- there she is. Her eyes are gleaming in the darkness, shining with hunger- shining at you. You gasp, the sound catching in your throat as you freeze. Roxanne is on you in seconds- no chance for you to even think about escaping. With a single hand she pushes you into the wall, squeezing your throat in her grasp. You can still breathe- but the intended effect is strong. She’s inches away from your face and smiling as you squirm under her, your hands grasping where hers lies on your throat, yet making no attempt to pull it away.

“Found you.”

Roxannes voice is husky with victory and lust.

Just as you get your bearings under her palm, she flips you so that your cheek is flush with the wall. You gasp as she moves up behind you, tracing your skin with a single pointy claw.

“You’ve been proving much more slippery then we initially thought. It’s almost impressive- is it a skill of yours, or just luck?”

To punctuate her words she softly curls her spare hand around your hipbone, her pinky finger drifting low enough to almost graze at your pussy slit. You let out a shuddered heave of a gasp when the very tip of her claw just barely touches your clit.

She cocks her head a little, making a false click of sympathy at your desperation. “Looks like it’s more like beginners luck.”

Roxy finally releases the back of your head from it’s pinned place. Instead, she smoothly- yet quickly- presses your chin up so that your head is arched back into her chest. Her thumb grazes your lip and presses just barely before a single drop of blood wells up.

Her hand moves down to fully cup you, and something inside of you breaks. You rut up into Roxy’s hand hard before you can even realize you’re doing anything. She stops it before it even starts, harshly hiking her hand up and away and grabbing the hilt of your chin in her hand.

“Ah ah- nope. Not yet. The rules say you get your handicap now.”

A whine from somewhere deep in you finds it way out your throat. Roxy chokes on her little laugh just slightly.

“Don’t push it. I’d use your mouth right now if I knew your boyfriend wouldn’t throw a tantrum- oh fuck, he’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out I got to you before he did.” The wolf laughs a little again before taking something out from behind her.

She wraps something long, black, and silky into her fist.

It’s a blindfold.

You were never meant to win this game at all.

With a swift hand, Roxanne ties the dark fabric around your eyes. It’s not even see through enough to see 5 inches in front of you, nevertheless 5 feet. The pitch blackness rule is clearly out the window. There’s no chance of your eyes even adjusting.

If before you were a rat in a trap, you are now the cheese.

Roxanne hums as she ever so slightly presses your body into the wall with hers. “Let’s hope that good luck of yours doesn’t run out.” She rocks against your ass once- just a tease of a grind, really, but the act makes you clutch her arm in desperation anyway.

“You have another five minutes to get going again- but I suppose you won’t be able to tell how much time had passed until our friend’s voice comes over the intercom, isn’t that right?”

Your voice breaks as she rocks again, even less so this time. “Please. Just take me now.”

“Are you saying you want to stop?”

“No i’m- i’m ready.”

“We’re not.”

Clearly, they want to play with their food.

“See you soon. Listen for your one and only’s reaction for me, won’t you baby?”

With one last cup of your ass, Roxy slips off into the unknown void that surrounds you.

A part of you just wants to slide down the wall and wait for them to realize that you haven’t moved an inch- but god, where’s the fun in that? You’re a player in a game you were doomed to fail- but you know just as well as they do that what comes in your failure is benefit. And part of the fun is the chase.

You’ll play your part.

You know they’ll play theirs.

Blindly, your trail your hand down the wall as you walk, quickly navigating yourself back down the spiral dead end. You’re just about to exit what you think is the beginning of the spiral when you hear it.

A growl, dark and deep and deliciously pissed off rumbles throughout the maze.

Roxanne was right- he really isn’t happy that she found you first.

You wonder what that means for you.

The thought only makes you move faster, adrenaline coursing deeper through your veins. You don’t know how much time you have left, but you’re gonna use it to the best of your abilities. You just have to hope you’re moving further away, not closer.

Will they hunt together now? No- Montgomery will be much too furious for that. Unless Roxanne makes him. Clearly, she has some kind of control over him that you’ve never known about; their own personal cat and mouse where both are the cat. Contrary to the animals they’re based off of, Monty’s blood runs hot in a hunt. He’s all force, all blind desire to take what is his. Roxanne appears to run cold- a deadly stalker in the night. She’s speed and strength and skill.

No matter their hunting plan, you’re royally fucked.

You race as fast as you dare down the pathways, taking lefts and rights like you know nothing- a part of you doesn’t. You know nothing about where you’re going or where you’re headed from.

Before you know it, you have one minute left. You must once again take up stealth over fast travel- so it’s best to get as far as possible first. Your hands are your only guide as you take another trip down another curve, praying you somehow haven’t moved in a big circle.

Time runs out as it always does.

Either by some miracle you blindly stumble your way across your finish line, or they find you freakishly fast. You’ll take either option- but you’re not going down without at least trying.

Another left.

You jump as a creak squeaks off in the distance, slamming your feet into the ground as your heart hammers in your chest.

Nothing.

You move on.

After 300 some paces you take a sharp right at the end of the corridor. That right ends in a sharp corner that your finger skips slightly over, and your heart skips a beat at the possibility that you’ve defied all the odds. You take one step, then two- and then there it is.

A thunk.

Another.

There he is.

You turn on your heel and run from the sound like a wild animal, knowing it’s entirely a fruitless endeavor. Monty makes a noise- deep, guttural, angry, and it only spurs you on further. You smile with your teeth bared, sure that at any moment you will feel his hands scrape you up and off the ground.

Good.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, a familiar hand grabs your throat from the front.

Roxy.

You hadn’t even heard her coming.

Monty comes up from the behind.

“I fuckin’ had it, you know.” He presses himself pulley behind you, roughly grabbing your hips as you gasp. You can feel his dick pressed against your back, painfully hard. You hear the sound of his teeth grating. “I had them.”

“It’s a shame I got to them first then.”

You realize now that they’ve been playing a game of their own.

“Just cuz you wrap your fuckin’ claws around their throat doesn’t mean shit, wolf.”

She clicks her tongue. “That’s not all I’ve done. Look closer.”

You tremble between them in the silence.

Slowly, Roxanne pushes your chin up to show your face to your boyfriend. The air is electric, tense. Your breaths are coming in in slight heaves as Roxanne tugs your bottom lip down with her claw.

She flicks the small bloody scab with the point of her talon.

“You fuckin’ marked them?”

You don’t need to see Roxanne’s expression to know its a smug one.

“Before me?”

“Oh well.”

Montgomery trembles behind you as Roxanne gets closer, still pressing your face to the sky. Her tits brush against your bare skin and you shudder even more.

“Maybe you should ask them what’s wrong, Montgomery. If you wanna have the honors.”

Your boyfriend isn’t used to being bossed around, not in any capacity. You’ve never done it before, never even seen it happen.

You feel his face lower towards yours. “I don’t need to ask. I already know.”

He pulls you away slightly from Roxy and presses a finger against your clit hard. Your entire body jumps as you let out a moan. “Fuck, Monty.”

“See how it’s my name they’re saying? How their body responds to me at a single fuckin’ touch?”

“Funny. Their body was doing something similar when I started dry humping them in the maze.”

And that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Everyone has a breaking point. The rules of the game state that you are theirs to do what they please with- and it seems that part of what they want to do is to out perform each other. You’re just along for the ride. Monty’s breaking point is knowing she got to you first.

You’re dragged away several feet by your boyfriends hands, the air around you moving to tell you that the wolf is in quick pursuit.

“Cmon, Monty. Don’t be jealous.”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.”

Roxy reaches out beyond you and places a hand on your boyfriend. “Take their pussy first. It’ll make you feel better.”

You gasp as Monty growls, putting you on something soft. You can’t understand what it is- it feels like a mattress, which makes no fucking sense because you’re in a maze- but before you can begin thinking about that, Monty starts crawling on top of you.

Your breathing catches in your throat as you feel his dick slap against your stomach, leaving a warm sticky smear on your skin. “Can I take the blindfold off?”

A pause.

“No. Not yet.” Monty’s hands are rough as he runs them down your sides. “You’ll get to see us when you’ve earned it.”

“But I-”

Montgomery cuts you off by squeezing your jaw shut in the palm of his hand. “I didn’t ask you, slut.” With that, he uses his free hand to push up your right leg over his shoulder. His cock now rests on your thigh, heavy and weeping. “I am not fuckin’ happy with you.”

His dick tells a different story, but you aren’t able to open your mouth to tell him that.

Like before, he presses a single finger on your clit hard- this time, his thumb. He’s tense with his jealousy and lust, breath coming out heavy. You keen as he starts moving his thumb in a circle, the coolness of his skin making you jolt.

“You are such-”

Roxanne cuts Monty off. “Stop arguing with them and start prepping them to take you already.”

“And why should I fuckin’-

“Cuz I get their mouth.”

Fuck.

Roxy walks over. “Can’t sit on their fucking face if you keep talking.”

You tremble even more as you feel her kneel behind your head. As she takes your chin as leans you back, Montgomery pinches your clit between two fingers.

“Fuck- mm- Christ, Monty-

He tugs a little and your hips buck up.

“Can I please, please see you both now?”

Roxanne hums, and her body whirs as she positions herself over your face. “Hm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?”

You’re moaning, the feeling of him slightly kneading your clit between his fingers making you ache.

“Use your words. Ask him.”

You moan again, unable to help yourself. “Monty, Monty-

He lets go of your clit and the sheer ache of it makes you cut yourself off again.

“Can’t even fuckin’ ask me, huh?”

“Please.”

“What are you even askin’ for?”

You’re suddenly not sure.

Roxanne laughs. “That’s what we thought. Open your mouth. Tap a couple times on my thigh if you can’t handle it, okay?”

“Mhm.”

She squeezes your mouth open a little. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

“That’s good.”

And with that, she lowers herself onto your face. You know she’s restraining herself- if she really sat, she’d kill you, but the sheer thought of that sends even more arousal through you. Though she’s not using her full weight, she is certainly still on you.

She’s warm.

“Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and she groans, starting to rock herself against your tongue. You can only just breathe, and the feeling is making you pleasantly fuzzy as your senses are overwhelmed.

“Told you they’re good, aren’t they Rox?”

“Fuck.”

You stick your tongue out further.

“Jesus, fucking slut-” Roxy grabs your chest in her hand and tugs on your nipple. Your moan must send some kind of vibration to her clit, because she hisses through her teeth as you do it.

“You’re crazy for letting us do this to you, baby.” Montgomery pushes two fingers inside of you. “I’ve got such a whore on my hands, don’t I? Letting us do whatever we want to you. Slippery little tease.” Your hips involuntarily buck, but he’s far too strong for you to get much of anywhere. Your cry of pleasure can’t even by silenced by Roxy’s cunt.

And Monty is huge. His fingers are already thick enough to deliciously scrape against your g-spot without doing much of anything, and his fingers are nothing compared to how his dick feels inside of you. As he slides another finger inside of you, you can hear the wet squelch of your pussy.

Of course, you can hardly hear it over the muffling that Roxanne’s thighs provide- her legs are only just squeezing your head as she grinds deeper and harder on your tongue. You’re not in pain- no, you’re in ecstasy as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

As you use more pressure, Monty pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy. The intense moaning makes Roxanne toss her head back. “Whatever you’re doing to them, keep fucking doing it.”

It’s Monty’s turn to chuckle as he maintains his speed. Your moan hits a higher note as your involuntarily squeeze around him, and Roxanne cums all over your face.

Fucking christ.

After a few more rocks of her hips, the wolf climbs off your face and you gasp. Roxanne cups your face and wipes her fluids off of your chin before placing them in your mouth.

“Clean me off.”

You obediently lick her fingers clean with a whine, and she groans. “I think they deserve their sight back now, don’t you, Montgomery?”

He gives a sigh of false contemplation. “Did they do a good job?”

“Clearly.”

His grin is evident in his voice. “That’s my bitch. Go on.”

Roxy peels off your blindfold, damp with sweat and her juices. You blink as your eyes adjust to your surroundings, and you discover that your are indeed on a mattress in a corridor of the maze.

They must have set up spots to fuck you across it.

You groan as Monty and Roxy help flip you onto your hands and knees. Monty slips his fingers, now warm from your pussy, out of you and you whine at the feeling.

“Don’t complain. I’m gonna stuff you full of somethin’ in just a second.”

You don’t have words anymore- you’re exhausted from the chase, and it’s like your brain has totally lost all knowledge on what your vocabulary is. You just know that the ache between your thighs is unbearable, and that you’re drooling over your bottom lip, and that you just want them to fuck you.

Roxanne sits in front of you and takes your chest into her hands, rubbing and pulling on your nipples. You lurch forwards at her touch- which is when Monty starts rubbing his cockhead against your pussy hole.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Getting all excited over just me doing this? You really must have gotten all wet n fuckin’ ready for us, didn’t you?” Monty slaps your clit with his dick, smearing his precum all over you.

“Yes.” You don’t have it in you to be embarrassed anymore. “Need you. Need you both.”

They both groan at your pitiful response.

“What do you need us to do?” Roxanne stops pinching one of your nipples to cup your whole chest on that side.

Your boyfriend keeps gliding his dick across your clit, and you’re going goddamn insane because of it. “Touch me.”

“We are touching you.”

You’re gonna fucking cry if they keep on doing this game of verbal back and forth with you. You don’t have the strength.

You groan, cringing in on yourself slightly. “Want Monty to fuck me while you rub my clit and touch me- touch me all over.”

“That’s better.” Roxanne makes eye contact with your boyfriend. “Well? Whenever you’re ready.”

And with that, Monty bottoms out in you with one thrust.

No matter how many times you’ve taken him, you just can’t seem to get used to how fucking big his dick is. It’s long and thick and he’s always super fucking messy, and even though its by far not your first time doing it, it burns so fucking good as he pushes all the way in. You cry out, shaking as he gives you a moment to adjust.

Roxy slides her hands down and presses on your pelvis, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “I can feel him all the way up there.”

You don’t have it in you to respond. You’re blabbering now as she catches your head from meeting the mattress. “Can’t- mm- fuck- can’t fucking take it-

“I know you can.” Monty shifts forwards a bit, somehow hitting impossibly deeper. “We know you can.”

You just cry in pleasure as he continues. “Tell us you want this. Tell us how bad you want this, or we’ll stop.”

No.

“I want- fuck, please, please, please I want this, I want you Monty, please, please-

He wraps his hands around your hipbones and starts thrusting, and the rest of the world snaps away. Roxanne picks your limp upper body up and readjusts you so that you’re kneeling at an angle and draped over her shoulders. You weakly grasp as her back, nails finding no purchase in her metal skin as your boyfriend fucks up into you. Nothing exists besides how good his cock feels grinding and pumping up into your hole- there’s just pure pleasure.

Roxanne slips a hand under your body and starts rubbing your clit while Monty continues to fuck you with a brutal pace. You can’t even moan, it feels that good- all that comes out of you is a squeak of a cry. You’re mouth open, panting out huffs of breaths as you cling to Roxanne like a lifeline.

“You didn’t tell me how pretty their face was when they got all fucked out.”

Monty has his head down, eyebrows screwed up and moaning as he fucks you. “Well, that’s your own damn fault for not realizing. Fuckin’ look at ‘em.”

You can see Roxanne looking at you through your lidded eyes, too drunk on pleasure to register her own expression of lust. “It is.”

You just lay there and take both of their actions, too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but moan. You’re sure the maze is echoing with the sounds of you and your pussy- fuck, there’s probably a little wet spot under you from his actions- and you just can’t seem to care.

Monty growls under his breath, taking his frustration out on your pussy. “Fuckin’ snuck past me, What the hell is that?- and tried to run from me?”

“m’- m‘sorry Monty-” is all you can reply with.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I fuckin’ know.”

Before you even fully realize it, your orgasm is building in your lower stomach. They must notice some change in you that you can’t, because all of a sudden, Montgomery starts pounding into you faster. The change of pace would normally slow your climax down a little, but the swirl of Roxanne’s fingers feel so good that it picks right back up again.

The wolf laces her free hand through your hair, grounding you with slightly stinging pressure. “Just hold it for a little bit longer. We both know he’s close, don’t we?”

It’s true. He’s sliding in and out of you at a near extreme pace, his grip on your hips slightly too tight. If you could hear him over your own moans, you’d know he was nearly as loud as you.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t- please let me come, please-

Roxanne hushes you. “We know you can. Just be patient and hold it.”

You sob, clutching onto to her tighter than you thought possible.

Monty’s hips begin to stutter and he grabs the mattress, claws piercing the soft material. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it baby, keep squeezing me just like that. That’s right, that’s my good fuckin’ slut-”

You gasp, the last of your reasoning hanging on for those telltale words of permission from your boyfriend.

“You can cum now, cum for me, that’s it, let go-

Roxy firmly roots her claws in your hair, and with that, you cum.

You can’t even tell how long it really goes on for. It feels like eternities. Some part of you can hear your cry of ecstasy as you finally cum on his dick and her hand, but the rest of you is too caught up in the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Monty comes inside of you, his warmth flooding your lower stomach, and continues to hump his dick up into you well after he’s done so that you can ride it all out. You bounce on him too, unable to help yourself as your orgasm fades away.

When you come back to your senses, you’re in Monty’s arms as he holds you, Roxanne seating right beside. You’re covered in sweat, aching, exhausted- and extremely happy.

“You know. You were pretty damn close to winnin’, baby.” Montgomery tells you as you look around.

“Really?”

Roxanne smiles. “Couple more turns and you would have walked through the exit.”

You sigh, looking up at the ceiling, and then between the two animalistic creatures above you.

And you know to ask just one thing.

“So when are you gonna let me try again?”

END

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