#Golf Ball Plush

[jellycatsdaily]

Jellycat of the Day | 4th September 2023

↳ Amuseable Sports Golf Ball

"Tee'ed up for fun"

[bluepoodle7]

#DaphneAnthroGolfBallWearingACabbieHatPlush #GolfBallPlush #GolfPlush #SportsPlush #UniquePlush #Plushies

Thinking about this Daphne Anthro Golf Ball Wearing a Cabbie Hat Plush and how cute this little friend is. I like it's little shoes and I would give it a mini golf ball club for it to hold to complete it.

Images not mine but link is there.

Daphne Stuffed Golf Ball w/ Plaid Cabbie Hat & Golf Shoes Plush Headcover HTF!! | eBay

[monke337]

Test Tube I started and finished today!! Featuring some guys I made about a year or so ago!!

[willowiswillow]

Aaaand I’m back down to £10.00

[basilthemilkaddict]

I turned her into a (bad) plush concept

I hope we get a gb plush one day, it would literally be so cool ngl, the osc would EAT IT UP.

[euaphora]

DONT BE SO QUICK TO WALK AWAY!

✎ᝰ subby!needy!bf!dave x reader

sitting on dave’s lap, while he reads a marvel comic, you facing him and give him quick kisses all over his face.

“I can’t focus babe..” he murmurs out as his breath sounds heavier than before. “Oh, should I get off then?” you suggested as you start hoping off him, he quickly wraps his large hands around your hips and holds you by your hips as he looks up at you. When you sit back down on his lap and move around to get comfortable again, you feel something poke under you.

It felt very rough and felt like it slipped through your panties—rubbing off on you— wrong day to wear a mini golf skirt.

“What’s this?” You ask, looking down to his shaft. “Are you-?”

“No, no! Not like that, its just im-“ he stutters out trying to find the right words without sounding weird about it, “Hard?” You question him as you tilt your head to the side. You loved teasing him, watching the way his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink each time you even so much as breathe.

God you made him harder, if it was even possible since his cock felt like a brick when massaged it through his clothed pants.

“Shit!”

“Would you mind waiting for me outside? I’ll be quick…promise.” He nervously asked, giving you a awkward smile. “Can..i help you?” You ask him, clearly giving him a hint that you would if he was comfortable with it. He body stiffens when you say that and opens his mouth ready to say something just to close it.

“You don’t think I’d do a good job?” You question, messing around with him while you slowly rock you hips. He quickly shakes his head side to side and puts his hands up in defense. “No! Of course not baby it’s just-” he hesitated “would you even want to? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to just cause your my girlfriend.”

You don’t say anything as you pull him in by the back of his neck for a kiss as you start rocking your hips back and forth a little harder than before. He places his hands on waist, hands trembling, and pulls you in closer leaving no space between you both. You rock your hips deeper now, “god! I’ll cum inside my pants if you keep this up, sweetheart…fuck!” He cries out while gripping onto the plush parts of your thighs for support.

He can’t hold back any longer, not even realizing what he was doing when he pulls off your crop top over your head and and clips off your bra. You do the same with his oversized t-shirt and zip down his pants.

You pull out his cock from his breifs now on your knees kissing his tip, kitten licking it while keeping eye contact with him the entire time. “Don’t tease me…” he whimpers, breaking the eye contact by looking down at your hands wrapping themselves around his tip, looking like he’s ready to cry.

“My poor baby boy, why didn’t you just tell me how mad your cock was? I could have helped you hours ago.” You coo while you play with his balls, grabbing at them as he lets out a loud groan, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Momma, please! h-hurts so bad…” he starts taking off his glasses from fog in his glasses, not being able to see anything.

You stop your movements and lightly pull at him, “put them back on.” You scold him, giving him a warning look. “B-but I can’t see, I just wanna watch you, please baby..” he whines out as he pleads out a cry. You just shake you head and wait for him, your mouth ready to be used. “Okay! Okay! Just don’t stop!” He exclaimed, just wanting for you to not stop, almost reaching his climax, while you go back to going faster than before. “Good boy. So good for me, aren’t you?” You smile looking up at him while kissing at his tip. He nods rapidly while he watches you make him feel so so good.

“This is this stuff you get when you behave and do as your told.”

“Cumming…i-im cumming!” He moans out, thrusting his hips forwards trying to find more friction to your hands. You feel a warm seed pop inside your agape mouth as you look up at his tired body, sticking out your tongue full of his seed.

He half-smiles as he watches you swallow it all and stick your tounge out again. You straddle him and give a kiss on the lips making him taste himself. You pull away, him following you with his lips.

“How was it, baby boy?” You ask him with cum slipping out your mouth, quickly lick it it up from the sides. He looks at your lips than you with no words in his head. You giggle at him, and slip inside him, cockwarming him.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I don't normally post trailers, but this one is exceptional. I have never seen anything like it. It's a 1977 double wide mid-century modern in Borrego Springs, CA that was lovingly restored, not renovated. 3bds, 2ba, and only $135K. The space rent is $930mo, but there are 2 golf courses, pickleball court, heated pool open 24hrs., bocce ball, hiking, card club, and 1 acre dog park. Always something going on.

Now, the description doesn't specify, but trailers usually come furnished.

What a cool light fixture. I also like how the big ficus tree looks.

The lamps and hanging lights are original MCM.

Check out the round kitchen. It looks like the Coppertone appliances may have been original and the harvest gold cooktop, ovens, and sinks are newer.

Check out this classic MCM fixture.

Original paneling on the walls and lovely art.

You don't see furniture pieces like that table/floor lamp- it's also a display piece.

Bedroom #1 has mirrored doors on the closet and a shag carpet.

The family room has a large wrap-around sofa, and behind it a built-in sofa table. (I wonder if the plush dog conveys, too.)

The first bath has the glass doors on the tub that were so popular in MCM baths. Love that art piece on the wall.

The secondary bedroom has a nice window. It feels like stepping back time, and it's so cozy.

The 2nd bath has a lovely spa tub, and look at the light above it.

Unlike most trailer parks where there's only a tiny walk-space between the trailers, this one has quite a nice yard.

There's a new-looking cement driveway and car port, also.

The photos don't show it, but there's a screened-in porch, also.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1010-Palm-Canyon-Dr-APT-302-Borrego-Springs-CA-92004/140604070_zpid

[carnylane]

I don’t think so…Usually four hours a night is enough for me…

*JESUS?*

I think I need to get high.

*He just shoves the rest of his cupcake down his throat, signing again. Buddy maybe you need something else?*

I hope you know you ruined my day by forcing me to see a clown.

- not 🐭

...I'll bake you a cake, Quinn...

-Norman

[vax-merstappen]

on vacation with the f1 boys ✈️

i love to travel so this is just me being self indulgent lol. also disclaimer i know some of the pictures are not from the country i said the vacation is in, bear with me lol. hope you enjoy and drop me any pref requests you might have!

Lando Norris

Destination: Finland

Lando always went on a ski trip with his friends during the winter break and this year he invited you to go along. You started on the easier slopes, as you both had to get the hang of skiing again, but by the end of the day you were tackling some of the more difficult ones along with your group of friends. Afterwards, the group settled down in the ski lodge with cups of hot chocolate around a crackling fire. You all spent a few hours joking around and catching up after not having all been together for a while. To finish off the day, you and Lando went alone to the sauna where you had the chance to decompress together before heading to bed. All in all, the day was well spent and you asked Lando when you would be able to come back even though you knew the answer would be next year.

Oscar Piastri

Destination: New Zealand

During the winter break, you and Oscar did not want to travel too far from his home in Australia, so you decided to go to the nearby country of New Zealand. Both of you loved staying at the beach and so you decided to spend most of your days at the scenic shores of the country. After having a relaxing time at the beach, you decided to tour the country’s mountains together and to take in the beautiful views. A personal highlight for you is a romantic dinner with Oscar in the stunning city of Queenstown. All in all, it is a relaxing trip far from the pressures of racing that brings the two of you unforgettable memories.

Max Verstappen

Destination: Italy

For Max, a vacation was any time he could spend completely away from racing with you and his friends. So, instead of traveling far away from his apartment in Monaco, he wasted no time in going on a boating trip with all his favorite people along the Italian coast. You both spent days lounging on the deck together and nights drinking with the group at the yacht’s bar. The sea made for a perfect getaway from Max’s fast paced life and you could not be happier to get some time with your boyfriend in such a scenic place. Relaxing in the waves truly made for a great time.

Charles Leclerc

Destination: Los Angeles

Your favorite place to visit together was definitely LA. You both had friends who lived there so it only made sense to take a trip there when you both were free. You spent the days on the beach with him, either surfing if the waves were nice or simply sunbathing otherwise. Charles also convinced you to go on the most extreme rides at all of the amusement parks, giving you an adrenaline rush that kept you wanting more. So many laughs were had with each of your friends, especially when Charles insisted on winning you a giant Ferrari colored banana plush at the arcade. You had no idea where you would find space for it in your apartment, but you knew you would cherish the memories it brought to mind.

Carlos Sainz

Destination: Miami

To Carlos, it would not be a good vacation without some golf. So, you both decided to head to Miami where you could find the best of what both of you loved doing, golf and relaxing on the beach. While Carlos golfed in the mornings, you relaxed on the beachfront balcony of the house you were staying in. And during the afternoons, you would both head to the beach to relax in the sand and waves. One morning you decided to spice things up and have Carlos try to teach you to golf, but after accidentally hitting the ball into someone else’s golf cart, you quickly scrapped that idea. Your favorite memory of the trip was definitely the day you spent completely together on a snorkeling trip to see a nearby coral reef.

Lewis Hamilton

Destination: Dubai

When Lewis wasn’t racing, he still loved to be doing something adventurous. Lucky for him, you shared his love of an adrenaline rush. So the perfect destination was Dubai. Every day was filled with excitement, from riding ATVs though the desert to eating at luxurious restaurants in the city. Lewis even convinced you to go skydiving with him at the end of your trip which was an experience you knew you would never forget. There was never a dull moment when you and Lewis traveled together and you knew that once this vacation ended, you would already be planning for another.

Daniel Ricciardo

Destination: Austin

Everyone knew one of Daniel’s favorite places was Austin, Texas. So when he had a week off after the race in Texas, Daniel of course convinced you to stay with him on vacation there for the next few days. He took you to his favorite bars and barbecue restaurants to savor the food. He also took you to a ranch where you got to ride horses through the American countryside. On the last day of the trip, the two of you decided to go to a country music concert and dance the night away. Both of you loved music and so this was the perfect memory to end what was a great few days of exploring the Texan landscape. And of course you had to get a souvenir cowboy hat to remember the trip by.

Yuki Tsunoda

Destination: Mexico

As you and Yuki are both foodies, you decided to go to a place with one of your favorite cuisines, Mexico. You arranged to travel throughout the country to try different foods from various regions. Between meals, you would spend time seeing some of Mexico’s most scenic beaches and visiting some of the tourist destinations like Chichen Itza. The best part, however, was getting to spend so much uninterrupted time with your boyfriend who was always away from home. Though you knew Yuki lived the fast life, all you wanted to do with him was relax. And what better place to do it than in such a warm and beautiful country. As for your favorite food you tried? There were too many good dishes to choose!

Alex Albon

Destination: Phuket

Alex was thrilled when you agreed to go to the country he raced for. When you got there, he excitedly showed you around all of the sights and took you to eat his favorite local food. After a few days of frantically touring Alex’s favorite places, you both decided that it wasn’t truly a vacation unless you relaxed a little bit. So, you spent the rest of the week at the beach in each other’s arms, just savoring the other’s company. There were a few splash fights in the pool and the time where you jokingly pushed Alex off of the boat, but otherwise you spent your time relaxing on the sand. Thai sunsets were truly like no other and you knew you would savor your memories for years to come.

Logan Sargeant

Destination: USA

When you realized that Logan hadn’t traveled much around his own country outside of Florida, you immediately decided that you were going on a road trip to fix that. The plan was that you would go up the east coast, stopping in all of the major cities to see the sights. From Carolina beaches to the nation’s capital, there were surely a lot of things to do. And when you had a boyfriend who drove cars for a living, of course you got to the be the passenger princess. Every time a road sign showed something that sounded cool, you insisted that you stop. Your personal favorite destination was New York, where you got to show Logan a lot of the famous landmarks that everybody would recognize. Once you hit Boston, you decided to head back south to his home state and warmer weather. You would cherish these memories forever.

[billthedrake]

I was inspired by the latest hot story by @maturedadsandmen. He gave me the blessing to write a riff on the premise. It started out as a prequel but became something else. Thanks to him for the inspiration and for the permission to let me adapt his idea.

WHAT HAPPENS IN FRANKFURT

"So, Trent..." I said as we settled into the business-class seats on the transatlantic leg of our flight. "Whadya have to promise Becky to get to come for a week?"

My friend and golf buddy shrugged. He's a big guy, 6'5", real muscular with a good deal of middle aged padding on his thick, ex-jock beef. Good thing I had scored the plush seats with my miles, because I couldn't imagine the poor guy squeezing into economy. Even now in his jeans and button-down shirt, the sight of him got me going. From the twinkle in his eyes, I could tell he was maybe feeling the same about me.

"It's not a week," he corrected.

"Pretty close," I smiled. We were flying to Frankfurt for the Chiefs-Dolphins game, but tacking on a few days in Bavaria for the typical guy-trip stuff. Beer halls and outdoors time. Stuff our wives had no interest in.

"I didn't have to promise Becky anything... what, is that something Heather expects?" he asked with genuine surprise.

I nodded. "Fuck yeah, that's something she expects," I said. "She's already planning the Napa wine trip."

Trent smiled. He had a personality that was laid back almost to the point of being taciturn, so I always found him especially handsome when he smiled.

Yeah, me and Trent have a thing. A sexual connection, an affair, whatever you want to call it. Sometimes we talk about it, sometimes we sweep the complications under the rug. But it had been a solid six months since our last time having sex and with the prospect of this trip together for six days, there was just this unspoken sexual tension between us. SOMETHING was gonna happen, all right.

"Didn't she just do that for one of her girls trips?" my friend chuckled.

Our wives got along OK but weren't close friends outside of my and Trent's bond. I was always surprised that Trent was able to keep up with my wife's doings.

"Oh yeah," I said. "Only she wants to go back with just me. You know, do something romantic. I don't even wanna know how much the cases of wine are gonna set me back."

That got a belly laugh out of my buddy. It was a running joke between us. He was the hunky ex-football player who ran his own construction company. I was the number-crunching corporate exec who admittedly had the MUCH deeper bisexual streak, to the point I carried around a lot of what-ifs in my middle age. But I was the one who was more bro-ish. Maybe I wasn't quite the sexist asshole I played up, but Trent gave me some real eye rolls from time to time.

"You can afford it, buddy," he chastised me. "And a lot fucking more."

I started to reply but he held up a finger in warning. "Don't you even pull that 'happy wife, happy life' BS." He was smirking.

"Dude... you gonna bust my balls this whole trip?"

I saw a naughty look sweep across my buddys masculine, handsome face as he leaned. "Whaddya think, Josh?"

I bit my lip and did as casual a crotch adjustment as I could. Trent had given me a full-on boner.

I knew Trent was chubbed too. It had been THAT long since we'd fooled around. Sometimes it was lack of opportunity, but my buddy likes to put the breaks on a lot. Probably for the best, since I had zero self-control, around him or in general. When I was 35 I had to vow never to go to Vegas again. This affair had a different kind of high stakes, but it felt like an extension of my addictive personality.

But my hunky buddy was pulling back now, putting in his earbud and pulling up his iPad to watch some shows he'd downloaded.

I had a book. Some stupid spy novel that let me get my mind off of work. Trent teased me for bringing the office with me, and on the first leg I'd caught up on a bunch of emails. I'd have more stuff to do in Germany, but I'd worry about that later. Trent told me I should set boundaries with my company, but hell it was my work travel that was getting us these business class seats and the hotel rooms on points and I'd probably cover the majority of our meals, too...

I took a breath and paused. I had this dickish thing where I'd enjoy treating people in my life - spoiling my wife or picking up the tab with my buddies - then I'd get resentful or controlling. I was lucky to have a travel buddy like Trent. Even if we didn't suck or fuck at all this next week. Though God knows I hope we did.

I put on my noise-canceling headphones and picked up my book.

****

"You gentlemen here for the game?" the concierge asked.

I'd booked us at a chain hotel in the old city. The guy at the desk was in the typical hotel uniform - vest and tie - and I was immediately attracted to him. Early 30s I'd guess, light brown hair, almost boyish in his handsome looks, though he had the kind of athletic build that comes with doing sports, maybe soccer, or rock climbing or something. I had a soft spot for German guys, I'll admit. They always seemed to have that boy next door thing going on, with a naughty side beneath.

Or maybe it was just the slightly clipped, more formal accent.

"Yes, sir," Trent said. "You got a lot of folks in town for it, I suppose." It was a trip to see my not-so-chatty buddy get all Midwest now that he was abroad.

I couldn't tell if the desk man was trying to humor us, but he replied back to Trent's small talk with a smile. "It seems so, yes."

I felt like I had to pull Trent away. He was asking for restaurant and bar recommendations, asking for the guy's first name, the whole works.

"What?" he asked, not quite annoyed as I shook my head in the elevator.

"Dude, you don't know how much I'm looking forward to a hot shower. Wash some of that jet lag off."

He seemed contrite. "You should have told me buddy. I honestly didn't think we'd get into the room early." It was nearly noon, but we were ahead of check-in time a little.

"I guess it'll be good to stretch the legs some this afternoon, get in some sun and fresh air?"

He nodded. "Looks like a nice day."

We rolled our luggage down to our rooms and entered the clean but soulless business hotel room.

"You go first," he said. "I'm gonna call Becky and let her know we're here." I knew from Trent's account that his wife was an early riser, a yoga devotee who got an early start on her day. I'd text Heather in a bit and call her later.

"Yep," I said, already pulling off my sweatshirt and kicking off my sneakers.

The shower felt good. No, it felt great. I could have stood under for much longer, but I didn't want to hold things up. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and turned off the water. I was just as quick drying off and putting product in my hair. I took one look in the mirror. Not so bad for 46, I thought. I'd gotten into Crossfit lately and tried to eat clean, saving beer and junk food for game days or the nineteenth hole with the guys. I was shorter than Trent, 5'9" and some, even if I rounded up to 5'10" when I told people my height. Everything was looking pretty sculpted and hard and compact, and the thick blond fur on my torso was groomed and trimmed.

"You fucking narcissist," I thought. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door, letting the steam out.

"Damn, that felt nice," I said to Trent. He was waiting for me, stripped down to his boxer briefs. It took me a second to realize what was in his hand, but it was a portable enema kit.

"I know you wanna hit the sights, buddy... but maybe I can clean out for you, first?" he asked. An excited glint in his eye but also some embarrassment. It had taken some convincing to get my hunky friend to bottom for me and even more sweet talking to get him to do a deeper prep. But it turns out Trent loved getting his ass eaten out, and he knew I'd go at it more freely and fervently if he was squeaky clean.

"God yes," I said. "I guess vacation starts for real, huh?" I said. Already I was chubbing beneath the towel.

He nodded with a grin, clearly excited by how easily I got turned on.

I let him do his thing while I texted Heather and answered a couple of work emails. I set down my phone and took off my towel, hanging it up in the closet. I pulled down the sheets on one of the double beds. My dick wasn't hard at first but as I lay down naked, I thought of Trent's hunky ass and meaty body. I thought of the reception guy and what it would be like to watch him and Trent go at it before I came in and fucked that German stud hard and fast from behind.

I was rock hard now. I thought of picking my phone back up and scrolling through some porn but decided I'd enjoy the more purely mental excitement I was filling. Just enjoy the moment of being in a hotel room with my good buddy and sometimes fuck buddy. For a whole week. I shut my eyes and let my sexual fantasies visualize themselves.

"Dang," I heard, snapping my eyes open. Maybe I'd been dozing some, but apparently my prick wasn't. "I never get sick of seeing that cock of yours."

I'm not huge, but I'm big, and my endowment looks bigger on my frame. I smiled and spread my legs, showing my meat off to Trent.

"OK if I suck it first?" he said, stepping up. In the big mitt of his right hand he had a small bottle of lube, which he set on the night stand.

"When have I ever said no to that?" I asked.

"Bro," Trent retorted, "You're such an ass-man... you can have a one-track mind sometimes." I felt defensive and I was gonna say something, but Trent got on all fours and crawled toward me. He was such a big guy, tall and beefy, that it was never anything short of mind-blowing to see him in such a posture. Already his hand was on my quad muscle, rubbing it in a way that sent electricity right to my boner. "It's OK bud. It's a good look on you," he said in a hushed, sexy voice.

Then he leaned forward to get a closer look at my crotch. Inches away close, and I could feel his breath on my dong. Trent's brown eyes were on my dick, only flitting up to my face occasionally.

"What happens in Frankfurt, right?" he growled.

"Fuck yeah," I hissed. When I started up with my buddy, I just thought I was scratching that bisexual itch. And yeah it was naughty fun. Clearly I fantasized about other men, too. But I was coming face to face with the reality that no one turned me on so much or so effortlessly like my 52 year old friend.

His first licks were a get-reacquainted approach. It had been a while since he'd taken care of me. I sucked him too, and on a blue moon bottomed for the stud. But this is what we did the first time we fooled around, and it felt like our own private anniversary ritual.

"That's it, buddy," I hissed. Trent had that combo of not-quite-skilled and very enthusiastic that appealed to me more than I realized. Outside of my times with Trent, I'd only had dude sex a couple times behind Heather's back, and those guys were better cocksuckers. But not better, you know? They weren't Trent Grayson.

My buddy coughed some on my dick as he swallowed more. Not a gag, but a grunt that said he was fighting back that initial reflex. Instantly my fingers went to the back of his neck. "Easy, bro... you got this."

He did, too. After that initial shock, he was working more of me into his gullet, over and over, faster and faster.

"FUCK!" I gasped, my eyes wide as I watched my best bud deep throat me with silky steady mouth strokes. "Buddy... if you don't let up," I warned, my breath ragged. I normally wasn't this quick at the draw, but I hadn't gotten off the last couple of days. My balls were drawn up tight.

Trent spit me out, a satisfied smile on his face. He knew he'd done a great job.

"You been practicing?" I asked. "You haven't done THAT before," I said.

"I may have gotten a toy to work on," he admitted with a wink.

"Yeah?" I asked, my chest heaving in excitement. My dick was twitching in time with my heartbeat. "When was that, bud?"

Those brown eyes were hungry and playful and sexy as fuck. "When we booked this trip."

"And here I was worried I was gonna push up against some boundaries with you this week," I said.

Trent nodded and leaned up. He was excited all right, his medium-sized tool rock hard and wet at the tip. My buddy had a beefy build that was something shy of a dad bod, but he was real and muscled head to toe, and his size meant he carried the mid-section girth well. "You probably will," he answered honestly. "Hell, I know you well, Josh," he added.

"Yeah," I admitted. Chastised some. I was the one of us who got carried away. But this man was so incredible, body and soul.

Trent didn't seem too fazed. Or maybe the sexual heat was winning out. He turned to face away from me so I could see that broad back, that short hair cut with the gray fringe and the balding spot on top, that round daddy ass fitting a tall, athletic man.

That ass was backing up toward, the buns getting closer. Trent didn't shave down there, he somehow naturally had a smooth ass, except for deep in the crack.

"You gonna...?" I asked. Or started to ask. Already the big guy was leaning forward and spreading his legs, opening that crevice right up for my gaze. Softly furry with that neglected crinkled pucker in the center, freshly cleaned for me.

My hands were already on his butt doing the rest of the work to part the cheeks as I dove in.

"Oh god yes," Trent hissed. "I've been thinking about this... so much."

I licked softly at first. Giving some gentle kisses beween a more exploratory approach to his hole and trench. Then I gripped his ass more tightly and started drilling in. I couldn't even say I was an expert at rimming. I just loved it and went at it, hard. Slurping and sucking. Munching and tonguing. Alternating my moves in part because I just fricking loved it all.

Trent loved it too. I still think he had hang ups when it came to anal. I know I did. We were two men unwilling to relinquish what we considered the more masculine role. I'd probably put up with his misgivings this week, and he might try to break down my hesitation to bottom. We'd see. For now, though, it was clear that I was even more into eating out a male cunt than actual pussy, and Trent enjoyed the oral treatment to his hole.

Finally, I pulled back, practically growling into his spit wet trench. "Dude, I gotta be in you. Now."

I expected some pushback, but instead Trent was scrambling his big body. Moving forward and pivoting around. His prick was outright dripping now, a thin strand of clear sap swayed from his tip. I wondered how many days he'd held off from sex or jerking off.

Hurriedly he reached over and got some lube in his palm, eagerly reaching back behind. "Let me ride," he said. "It's been a while."

I nodded and rode out a deep couple of breaths while he lined my prick up to his wet buns and settled back on me.

The initial penetration stung some for him, but quickly he relaxed.

"That's nice," he muttered as he sank down a couple more inches. He got a grin on his face. "I love how hard you get, Josh."

"Jesus buddy," I hissed. I'd had to sweet talk him into barebacking a little over a year ago. Now, every time I entered him was pure bliss. Silky, warm, and drum-tight. "I'm like that everytime I'm with you."

"I know," Trent replied. "I fucking love it." He settled further back and my cock popped past the last bit of tightness. Suddenly, Trent was sitting all the way in my lap and his guts were gripping my boner in spasms.

"You good?" I asked with concern. But a little hesitant to ask, because this was all VERY good for me.

"Yep," he said. He reached down and wrapped his lubey fist around his hard on, smearing this own sap to add to the slickness. His initial strokes made his ass clench down tighter on me, then the self pleasuring helped his body relax into it.

Within a minute of settling down on me, Trent began to lift his burly body up off my dick a couple of inches, only to swivel back down.

This was the almost feminine part of our mating that Trent felt self conscious about. Working my bone with a slutty hip motion. But I'd told him that starting slower is much better for me, and it turned out to be better for Trent, letting him build up the stimulation of his prostate as we locked eyes.

Our fuck was silent now, other than the sloshy slick sounds where his ass connected to my dick and the soft bounce of the bed. Trent's a heavy man, in the mid 200s on the scale, and my dense muscle added to it, too.

I watched him get into it, watch the pleasure grow on his face. This is what surprised me with Trent. I thought sex with dudes was simply about getting my rocks off, but I loved giving this man pleasure. Giving him an orgasm. I was about to give him one now.

"You're getting close," he said in his deep gravely voice. Not a question. Trent could read it on my face, register my impending cum before I did.

"Oh yeah," I hissed. It was arriving fast now, that crest of pleasure, like an ocean swell that breaks right in front of you. My fingers gripped his hard quads, maybe a little too hard, just seconds before I felt his hot spray of semen jet onto my bare chest muscle. Then another, then another. All heavy wads of bleachy-floral seed raining onto me. I was pounding out a mammoth load from this beautiful man.

My own cock was firing now, matching Trent's in its heaviness. "Fuck!" I whimpered. Trent sometimes teased me for the way my voice would get higher pitched when I came. But our nearly simultaneous O meant we were synched in our lust and deep connection.

Finally Trent's hips slowed and he eased off. Some semen came out on the dismount but he clenched up to stop the rest as he plopped down on the spare side of the bed. The double mattress didn't hold out two big bodies easily, Trent's especially but he kind of snuggled up to me in an uncharacteristic intimacy and rested his face on my shoulder. Lazily his hands ran along my torso, smearing his own cum into my chest fur.

"You have an incredible body, Josh," he said.

My dick hadn't gone down. I was drained and not ready to fuck again or anything, but I was still pretty keyed up. I kissed his forehead. I didn't want to push the guy too far but figured he'd initiated this closeness. "Yeah?" I asked. I knew we enjoyed a physical chemistry, but Trent had never complimented me like this, even though I sometimes gushed over his body.

He ran his hand down my ripped abs. I didn't have the body of a 26 year old, but I kept my core tight and knotted.

"I've been afraid to tell you," he said.

"Really?" I asked. Trent didn't seem to be afraid of things.

"You can get a little conceited," he said, brusquely.

This was the Trent-and-Josh thing. Teasing each other. Humble guy and the corporate exec. But something about his words seemed to cut deeper. "I don't know what to say," I said softly.

He patted my stomach. "You're you, Josh. I understand ya, buddy. And I know I'm not easy to get along with." His hand drifted lower and wrapped around my cock, which was still rigid as just a minute earlier. "In all fairness, you have good reason to be conceited."

I wanted to kiss this guy, so bad, but that was against our bro code. "If I get to be too much, buddy..." I started. "Well, I just don't want this week to be weird."

Trent looked up. "It's not gonna be weird, Josh. Football... beer... hot steamy hotel sex... what more can you want?"

"Nothing, man," I growled. I enjoyed the soft touch of his hand as he explored my dick. Finally with a sigh, I spoke up, "I will absolutely fall asleep if we keep lying here... maybe get out for a bit?"

Trent didn't answer but just scooted away from our tight embrace, edging his big tall body off the bed. I watched him walk to the bathroom to clean off.

Somehow, the spell had been broken.

[paula-dot-jpg]

Shoutout to the person I saw with the Two plush at the comic expo in my city like a week and a half ago you were a real one. My Golf Ball plush might not have been present that day but I like to think that she was there in spirit

[dawnleaf37]

do you guys think that the bfdi characters are like immortal (time-wise) . Like that they don’t die from old age . It’s like lobsters where they don’t lose the ends of dna I forgot the whole scientific explanation . Etc . Maybe yoyle city was so densely populated with recovery technology and

WAIT PAUSE POST. maybe they DO die from old age but who fucking cares we have recovery technology anyways ????? That’s how individual objects have stayed around forever (I was reading the golf ball plush info page and remembered that she has a billion years of experience . With the shenanigans in bfb with the sun i wouldnt be surprised if it didn’t work like our sun or they could just . Fucking like do shit to prevent it from exploding. You see all that yoyle technology ? They could do that)

continuing on from crossed out above . Maybe at one point the world was so crowded with objects a big amount of them just decided to leave . They have that technology HELL bfdi uses spaceships . bfdia goes basically into space . Bfb goes into space with spaceships and messes with it . Or maybe there’s more cities elsewhere with more residents ????? Auauauwjsi????

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

Going over Glamrock Bonnie's dissaperance with a fine-tooth comb

Missing Message

"SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf."

I'll break this message down, as it's the most important. At 12:24 AM, 24 minutes after closing, Bonnie heads to the atrium from his Green Room in Rockstar Row. 2 hrs and 16 minutes later, He is seen entering the East Arcade. That is two floors above the entrances to Monty Golf. On the opposite side, 1 hour and 32 minutes later, at 4:12, Bonnie is last seen entering Monty Golf.

I've mentioned how long it took Bonnie to do each activity because time isn't literal in Security Breach. The time it takes us to reach point A to point B seems real-time. The animatronics are quick, even when walking. They have a decent speed, but there was a lot of time taken for what should have been short trips. That and the East Arcade is such a strange detour. It is nowhere near the entrance to Monty Golf on the first floor. It's on the third floor, too The only way to Monty Golf on that floor is the Mazercise Vent, And I doubt Bonnie's double-upped thick ass could fit also. We have no mention of him going to Mazercise either. He most likely entered through the front entrance of Monty Golf, Getting to the catwalks By using the ladder built into the scaffolding, Assuming he even went up there.

Going back to the message about Monty falling and breaking his legs. It just states that someone had once scored the hole-in-one, activating the Hurricane bucket. While it's assumed to be a patron during opening hours. There's nothing to indicate it couldn't be an employee or something else after hours. 

Strangely enough, Despite being last seen in Monty Golf, His body is found in Bonnie Bowl. With all that said, We should be focusing on the details that are left out of this message. There is a lack of information on what Bonnie was doing in each room. Why did it take so long to reach each destination? Why did he stop at the East Arcade? Why does it end in Monty Golf despite the fact that even if Bonnie was incapacitated there and then moved to Bonnie Bowl to finish the job? Shouldn't that have been noticed? Say it was. Then why wasn't it reported?

Another thing I want to mention is that Monty Golf is Monty's attraction. The animatronics are not stuck in their own attractions or rooms. Anyone. Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty, Vanessa, Vanny, Sun/Moon, Staff bots, and even an Endo could have been in Monty Golf at that time.

Bonnie Bowl Vent

The trippy AR vent that you go in to exit Bonnie's room has a Monty plush wet floor Bot and a Fazer blast gun. A Bonnie Plush connects to Vanny's hideout in Fazerblast. The obvious connection is Monty, Bonnie, and the wet floor bots.

I think the one worth looking into more is the Fazer Blast gun, which is associated with GlamRock Freddy. It's also associated with Vanny, as Fazerblast is where her hideout is. Plus, the vent leads directly to her hideout. It does seem there's a connection between Bonnie and these elements.

The Crime Scene

Starting at the entrance: There is a small blue shard There is a broken brick wall Along with a small caveish structure, and then another broken wall Wood structure seems to indicate their might've been a door or hall here A path of wooden crates leads you to the bodyThere is a wire on one of these crates There's piles of broken pins There is a metal shelf with Bowling balls on it There's a shorter shelf with bowling balls on the other side To the left of it, is the hole where bowling balls would come in Covered with wooden boards haphazardly nailed on Next to that is a Bonnie Bowl Graphic There are marks from the boxes to where Bonnie is Near the body's head is a Bowling ball that is shattered into 3 large segments The body is laid on a carpet We'll examine the body and carpet later Pieces of what I assume are from Bonnie's endoskeleton and staff bot pieces are thrown across the room There is a white crack on the wall, and a smear of black streaks down the wall and floor Almost as if something hit it, and was dragged down This mark leads to Bonnie, and is on top of the rug too There's streak marks from bonnie's body to where a vent is Opposite of where the other mark is by the entrance. A makeshift staircase to a vent was made. On the vent panel that's being used as a ramp, you can see these drag marks that appear to be from the rust that's also seen on the rug. This vent lets you get outside of the room.

Bonnie "Other" Green Room

There's a charging port that looks like it was torn open from the outside. There's a vent gate hidden next to it. Presumably, the one that would have blocked the vent hidden by the poster on a tool cart is a broken staff bot with marks and indentions. There are actually a few of these staff bots in this room.

Examining the body

Any good murder mystery has a body examination. I'll break the body down into parts. The face has a large gash on the left side with a wire sticking out. There is an indention on the muzzle on the left side. The left ear is damaged with chunks missing, While the right ear is missing. The right arm is removed from the chest and is segmented into the forearm and upper arm. The left arm is damaged like the rest of the body but attached. The chest has nearly the entire middle part of the shell ripped open. It looks like the chest was hit by someone with claws and then pulled apart. There are Multiple scratch marks on the chest itself. There are wires sticking out of the chest. Both legs are bisected at the crotch, upper leg, and lower leg. It appears the legs were beaten in or were crumpled. Otherwise, besides the chest, head, and legs, the whole body is just cracked and dirty.

The Green Substance

Uh-oh, this is it, The damning evidence that proved Monty did it. Yeah, you all hear my sarcasm. A lot of speculation I've seen is that this is either green paint somehow from Monty. I'm sorry, that just doesn't track. You're telling me Monty went in with ONLY Green wet paint. Attacked Bonnie and managed to get paint only on this one specific spot. Magically, nothing else. Plus, why, though? This is the only "Monty" guilty evidence I will not even give the time of day to humor as an option. It takes a minimal level of critical thinking to showcase why it makes little sense. Also, debunking this doesn't magically make Monty innocent; it just opens things up more.

I've found another possibility that makes sense besides it just being an undercoat from Bonnie. Looking closely at the mark. I noticed it has a star-like shape from Plushies, Pinatas, and Cutouts. We can see that Bonnie has a gold star on his chest. I'll use Freddy to help prove my point. Throughout Security Breach, Freddy becomes more disheveled as the game goes on. At Hour 0, when the game first started, His lighting Bolt is a bright blue. As the game progresses, this bolt slowly starts to get dirty and fade away. It's not just the bolt, either. Suppose you compare Freddy's face markings from Hour Zero to the late game. They are also fading away. This makes it clear that while the animatronic models may have base casings that are pre-colored, Any markings or makeup are then painted on. We can even see cans of paint in the hallways of the animatronics greenrooms Throughout the game, even before shattering, These marks are slowly fading away. If you look at Bonnie's body, it has these purple and blue marks that are also faded, So his star is likely painted on, too.

I do have an explanation for why this yellow or gold appears green from what we can see from cutouts and plushies. This star is gold and shiny. Appearing metallic in texture. When gold paint is not properly maintained, a possible result that can happen is lustrous gold turning a greenish color. This is called Verdigris. This is a result of the gold being mixed with other alloys. Primarily copper. I'm being bold here and assuming Fazbear Entertainment is not using pure gold to decorate Bonnie.

Drag Marks

The streak mark from Bonnie's body to the exit is the exact same dimension as the wooden crates. The smaller streak even matches the smaller crate. The marks on the way to the vent appear to be the right size for the thing under the orange tarp. Then, you have these makeshift steps leading to the vent. It's apparent these things were dragged around to make these stairs. Who would need to make these steps? Well, judging by the marks we see on the vent being used as a ramp, The staff bots.

The Rug

There is a rug under Bonnie's body. The drag marks are on top of it, And the markings are flush with what appears on the wood floor, Meaning that every mark on this carpet happened in this room. This is also why I think a struggle happened here, too. What I want to focus on is the pattern on it. People claim it's found in Monty Golf. Does this mean the culprit cut a part of Monty's golf's carpet to move the body? I really doubt it. It is a perfect rectangle. It's actually one of the rugs you can find in the East Arcade. The rugs are pre-cut with this rectangular shape And have a design pattern exactly like the one Bonnie is found on. This carpet came from the East Arcade, Not from Monty Golf.

Monty replaced Bonnie before he even disappeared.

Monty was already a Glamrock, while Bonnie was active. One proof of that is in the sealed room where Bonnie is. On the shelf are bowling balls with Freddy, Chica, and Roxy. You'd think there would be ones with Bonnie, but Instead, there are only ones with Monty. Also, notice who doesn't have a custom Bowling Ball either: The Daycare attendant or DJ Music Man, Both of whom are not in the band but have their own section of the plex. So by transitive law, Seeing that Monty has a bowling ball at this point, But not Bonnie. That must mean Monty is in the band and has replaced Bonnie, But Bonnie is still active and has his own section.

Bonnie has a private Green room in his attraction. No other glamrock animatronic has this. Not even Freddy. We also know from the missing messages Bonnie used to have a green room in RockStar Row. It doesn't make sense for the company to make a new private Green Room with its own charging port and install decorations for an animatronic they plan to eliminate. Or for one that went missing and they can't use it. When you consider that the understudy message states Bonnie is out of commission and not necessarily missing or permanently broken, Then with the knowledge that Monty can at least fill in the roles of other bandmates like Freddy. Monty could have replaced Bonnie. While Bonnie was still around, This does take away Monty's main motive for wanting to destroy Bonnie Well, almost. There is the possibility he'd do anything to keep this position. We also now have a reason for Bonnie to attempt something.

Fazbear is complacent

In order for this crime to work, Fazbear Entertainment has to be complacent in some way, Or someone with the power to control what the company does is responsible. Bonnie's body is in a location that, while light, must've had some foot traffic. Someone should have come across this body, and the only way in and out of this large room couldn't have just been the vent. There had to have been a proper door or something at one point when we pieced together that there had to be some way to get back there. Plus, there was the probability that Bonnie Bowl was remodeled in relation to the cover-up. I think part of that remodeling was blocking off this room. Bonnie was never missing. He was hidden.

Monty, Chica, and Roxy are innocent.

While the staff bots could do most of the damage seen on Bonnie, Including prying open the Charging port door, There are scratch marks on the body, too. And those staff bots don't have claws. Then that leaves us with Monty, Roxy, and Freddy as the ones who could do this damage. Chicas is safe, as she doesn't have claws. 

I think they're all innocent in terms of what happened before Bonnie got to Monty Golf. Including the one I think is responsible. Part of that is because of the state that the charging station is in; something ripped it open. 

I'm sorry, but if Monty, Roxy, or Freddy lured Bonnie into Monty Golf and attempted to destroy him there. Then they…..let him go all the way back into Bonnie Bowl and recharge? Then go there, rip him out, And finish him off there? Sure, suspension of disbelief and all that, But that's a lot of suspension. This has me thinking that Bonnie was completely fine, or at least in a position to think he would be able to safely get away from Monty Golf without anyone following him And go into his charging port like nothing happened. Until he was ripped out, And besides the staff bots, There's only one Glamrock that makes sense to do this, Freddy.

Freddy?!

I know. As a suspect, He makes the least amount of sense. He's the lead star, plus he was close to Bonnie. Why would he hurt him? I have some possible answers. Both are equally tragic. One is that it is annoyingly glossed over. He was under Vanny's control. If she wanted to, She could use him to destroy Bonnie. Leaving him powerless to do anything. The other is that Bonnie really was dangerous, and Freddy found out. Maybe he came across Monty's damaged body Or started to notice Bonnie was acting Differently. Once he realized the Bonnie he knew was gone, Replaced by a complete monster. He had to make the decision to put that thing down.

Afterward, Fazbear or Vanny realized what had happened and did everything they could to cover it up. Which, if that's the answer to this crime. That is some juicy drama. Now, there is still the possibility Bonnie was scratched before he got into the charging port, And only the staff bots were used to take care of him.

Monty?

I'm gonna be real. While he is connected, A lot of the things related to him seem to be related to Monty Golf and that he's Bonnie's replacement and not actually Monty himself being responsible. The only thing that could connect him is the claw marks. That could also have been done by Freddy, Roxy, hell, even the Endos, and assuming it is a separate animatronic, the Freddy Prototype, All of whom have claws. 

In fact, it makes more sense to me that he's a victim. While I wanted to give a reason for why he could be innocent or guilty, The closest I can see him involved is that Bonnie tried to destroy him in Monty Golf. Under control or not, it doesn't matter, And Monty was able to retaliate. Damaging Bonnie before he went down. 

Solving the crime

The crime can not be solved, And while I have tried to brainstorm the different ways it could have gone, No matter how close I get, There's always something that I can't explain. The only thing I'm fairly confident about is Monty being a red herring. Everything else. I'm stumped on

 I think that's the point. This crime can't be solved yet Because we don't have every clue, And in an interesting twist, we know what that last clue is. We just don't have the means to analyze it yet. That AR inhibitor in the Gondola ride was shown for a reason. Once that is revealed, This whole case will be solved, And considering RUIN ended on a cliffhanger, Who's to say the mystery of what happened isn't either.

[a-lonely-dragon]

Strike! - Chapter 2

Montgomery Gator x F!Reader

CW: mentions of gross food and a small amount of blood

AO3

Navigation: Chapter 1

The following week passes much like molasses, with each day a new slog of navigating the course and its back hallways while trying to keep up with Rodney’s demands and hellish lists.

At the very least, you’re grateful you haven’t come face to face with one Montgomery Gator. While you find it strange that the attraction’s mascot doesn’t seem to have many scheduled appearances, you can’t help but feel relief that you haven’t had to navigate those turbulent waters just yet.

Instead, you’re able to fully focus on your oh-so-important tasks to keep the mini golf course running smoothly. Or, well, running at the very least.

The man-made stream gurgles along beside you, the partially submerged alligator heads lunging up to hiss and grumble and spray you with tepid water (you do your best to keep your mouth firmly shut).

 Kneeling on the rough carpet, skimmer in hand, you swipe at the stream’s surface, earning three neon golf balls and a chunky, waterlogged fried slice of pizza, the worst prizes to a terrible carnival game. The golf balls go into a plastic tub, clanking against dozens of others. The pizza crumbles in your gloved hands as you scrape it out of the netting and you gag at the revolting stench of rotting fish that punches you straight in the face. Anchovies. Of course, you think. It isn’t the first time you’ve dredged up nasty pizza in this building, but boy do you never get used to the smell.

It lingers even after you’ve tossed it into the garbage bag behind you, and a line Bonnie loved to use comes to mind.

“You look like you want to give someone a pizza your mind!”

Your lips twitch despite yourself, but the amusement is fleeting in the face of the monumental task ahead of you. Rodney wanted the entire course cleaned tonight, and so here you were, scooping mounds of discarded food, merch, and equipment from every nook and cranny, inch by painful inch.

For once, you found yourself grateful for the dead-eyed STAFF bots pattering about. They bumble about like dutiful worker bees, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, and wiping down the surfaces they could reach. At least that only left dealing with all the garbage, water hazards, and sand traps were left to lucky, lucky you. Rodney had dipped not long after you arrived for your shift, claiming an important meeting had come up and you would be fine on your own for a while, right?

“I’ll be back to help you after the meeting,” Rodney had claimed about four hours ago.

You hadn’t held your breath, thankfully.

Sweat collects against your back as you work, the fabric of your shirt sticking uncomfortably to your skin as you work. You’re starting to slow down a bit, but you’re putting off your break until the middle of your shift. It was easier to make it through the rest of the hours that way.

And, despite your sour first impression, the Gator Golf course did hold a certain charm when it wasn’t overrun with screaming kids and parents. If you closed your eyes and plugged your nose, you might be able to pretend you were somewhere else entirely. On vacation in a bayou, maybe, dozing off as fireflies dance over the water like stars. It was actually kind of cool, all of the little designs here and there that gave the eyes a feast no matter where you look.

You catch another armful of golf balls, a Chica plush with its face details peeling from the water damage, and a novelty Roxy-talkie before you decide you move on. As you gather your tools and trash bag, an ominous groan from above stops you in your tracks.

You pause, craning your neck and straining to hear past the thumping bass and robotic noise, hoping you weren’t about to meet the catwalks in a violent and sudden way. If you stare up long enough, you can just barely make out the crisscrossing platforms above.

A heavy minute passes, in which STAFF bots roll past either unaware or uncaring of possible disasters when there’s work to be done, but when no more sounds out of the ordinary meet your ears, you shake off your worry and make for the next section of the course. Unless the ceiling actually comes down, there wouldn’t be any excuse for slacking off.

Shuffling alongside the meandering path, a flickering just above eye level catches your attention, hidden among the foliage draped over the stream.

You squint, trying to parse through the lights and fog, but it isn’t until you’re right next to a small wooden bridge that you’re able to see it fully. Just an abandoned Monty balloon, its string tangled in the vines, its grinning face swaying in the current of air being blasted from somewhere overhead. You set down everything except the pool skimmer and purse your lips, tilting your head this way and that, trying to figure out the best way to reach it.

Stepping onto the bridge, you grip the wooden railing and give it a shake. It wobbles a tiny bit, but it seems sturdy enough so you extend the pool skimmer to its longest length.

You stretch over the railing, two hands gripping the pool skimmer tightly as you bat at Monty’s shimmery snout. It bumps back and forth, mocking. With a huff, you press farther forward, the wood biting into your stomach as you swat at the vines that hold tight to the balloon’s string like a child. If you could just loosen it—

There’s a telltale creak that you don’t even have a second to register before the steadying weight of the railing gives way and your body follows, stomach swooping as you plunge forward. A yelp escapes your lips as you pinwheel your arms, the skimmer slipping from your grip as you desperately try and grab something, only managing to scrape the back of your hand against a sharp edge. You barely register a heavy whump somewhere off to your right and then you’re wrenched back by your collar like a kitten held by its scruff, and you flail a bit in protest by instinct, before being unceremoniously dropped back onto solid ground, where you land painfully on your ass.

Gasping, you press a hand to your chest as your heart tries to slow back down, but that notion is quickly recanted as you realize who had saved you from a soggy and miserable rest of the night.

Montgomery fucking Gator. The very same animatronic that’d taken Bonnie’s place.

The ambient lights give Monty a strange, otherworldly glow as he looms over you. Your gaze snags on the rows of fangs jutting from his jaws, each tooth as long as your finger, and it takes a concentrated effort to look away from them. Red optics flash from behind Bonnie’s star-shaped shades, scanning over you—and you’re suddenly aware of how the mouse must feel when faced with the cat. His silhouette is gargoyle-like, and it’s an effort to breathe normally until he leans back.

The gator stands as tall as the rest of his bandmates, but like Freddy is on the wider, bulkier side. His crimson mohawk is in slight disarray, as if it hadn’t been maintained in a while. His purple shoulder pads, which should look ridiculous, just add to his angular, intimidating appearance.

You scramble back to your feet, anxiety skyrocketing as Monty’s optics track you with a predator’s intent.

His jaw parts, and his voice comes out blanketed in irritation. “Can’t you read signs, lady?”

He points a claw over to a painted sign that reads, Please don’t lean on the railings! Your mouth pops open to defend yourself, a flush of embarrassment at the fact that no, you actually hadn’t noticed that sign the entire time you’d been here. You swallow, unable to unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth as you stare up at this behemoth of an animatronic.

“Well?”

You cross your arms and swallow down the trepidation clogging your throat. He was just an animatronic, and despite the amount of spikes and sharp bits attached to him, he couldn’t hurt a fly. But even as you tell yourself that, you remember the pronged batons that security carries around regularly and withhold a shudder.

“I was just—” You wince as your voice cracks and turn your head to focus back on the balloon still hovering just out of reach, but the weight of Monty’s attention is as heavy as a weighted blanket. “I was trying to get that.”

Monty arches a brow over his—Bonnie’s—sunglasses and follows your gaze.

With a huff, Monty snaps out a hand, his height allowing him to snatch the string at the very base of the balloon, and with a sharp snap that shakes the plastic plants and sends a few leaves spiraling down to the sluggish water below, he pulls it free. You flinch as he shoves his fist towards you, that silly, grinning balloon bouncing to and fro.

You reach out to take it, palms sweating, only to freeze as his head jerks down and his optics zero in on your hand. Panic bubbles up in your chest and you recoil, attention pulled back to those deadly teeth.

“You’re hurt,” he says sharply.

Flexing your hand, you eye the bloodied scratch that runs across the back with a twist of your lips. It didn’t look deep, but it did sting like hell. A few specks of wood dot the wound. “It’s, uh, fine. Sorry.”

He stares at you, narrowing his eyes and setting his free hand on his hip. “You’re bleeding. There’s a first aid station nearby, c’mon.”

You stare at him blankly. Montgomery was not helpful. According to Rodney, he was a “million-dollar pain in the ass” who skipped out on scheduled practices and parties more often than not. And yet, here he was, ordering you to get fixed up after saving you from an impromptu dip in Fazbear-infected waters. He certainly didn’t sound happy about it, his programming likely forcing him to insist on taking care of an injury, but this whole situation was just weird.

“Hey!” he snaps after taking a few steps and you still haven’t moved. “What’s the hold up?”

You cradle your stinging hand and stammer out, “The, uh, the balloon—I should—"

He blinks at it, as if he’d forgotten he was still holding it. Then, quicker than you can think, he grips the balloon and punctures his own face with such swiftness and efficiency that it makes you squeak, a sound that’s swallowed by the loud POP. His eyes flicker towards you, but he doesn’t speak, only tosses the deflated husk into the nearest trash can. “Good? Now, let’s go.”

Unable to dredge up any excuses, you take a slow breath and then trail after him. The quicker you get to the first aid station, the sooner you can get back to work and be out of Monty’s synthetic hair.

As you walk, keeping a few feet behind, a question nags at you.

Where the fuck did he come from?

You would’ve heard him approach long before you saw him, the animatronics couldn’t be quiet if they tried thanks to the heavy endoskeleton beneath their casings, and you sure as hell hadn’t seen him anywhere while you cleaned. Goosebumps run up your arms at the thought of him hiding, watching, somehow being so close yet you hadn’t had a clue—

He leads you to Gator Grub where a STAFF bot blocks the door, wet floor bots in a ring around it as it mops. The bot lifts its head as Monty approaches but doesn’t react as he shoulders past it. As you go to step through, however, it beeps and shoos you back with its arms, pointing at the wet floor bots.

A growl reverberates from Monty’s chest and he uses his arm to shove the STAFF bot aside, throwing you an impatient look. The STAFF bot’s beeps become more insistent as you step over the streaks of dirty soap on the floor, and Monty gnashes his teeth, grumbling, “I’m right here you stupid hunk of—quit hollerin’!”

You watch the interaction with an uneasy frown, letting out a small sigh of relief when Monty finally lets the bot go and lopes in after you. You skitter back a couple steps as he fills the space normally meant for humans and STAFF bots.

Through a side door, you find yourself back in the hallway where the security office is. Was Nathan on duty tonight? He’d said most days it’d be him, so maybe not, but regardless you can’t help but hope maybe Nathan would just happen to step out of the office and save you from this forced escort farther into the back rooms.

The door remains firmly shut as you pass by, ignoring your pleading eyes to please please open.

“Quit draggin’ your feet, would ya?” Monty snaps over his shoulder.

You grit your teeth and bite back a retort, not wanting to annoy him further, but if he kept ordering you around like a child . . .

Finally, at the end of the hall there’s a room with a mess of pipes and a large control panel that you assume is for the stage set up in the course. Steam sprays from various corners of the room and one of the hanging lights lets out a shower of sparks every so often. Tucked between to massive pipes is a first aid station the size of a small changing room, complete with a red curtain that screeches as Monty yanks it to the side. He looks expectantly at you.

The inside of the station consists of a single plastic chair with Monty plastered on the seat and a slim red box sitting on a shelf beside what appear to be old cans of paint and a candy bar. You have to squeeze past Monty to get in the station, and you’re beginning to think he thrives off your discomfort because there’s no way he can’t read your body language, he was programmed to interact with kids, for God’s sake.

Popping open the kit, you paw through a few half-empty tubes of various ointments and gels until you find some packaged gauze. Band-aids would’ve been easier to deal with, but it appears that the contents were first come first serve, so you’ll just have to make do.

It’s a nerve-wracking process, bandaging up your hand while Monty waits. What should take only a few seconds feels like it takes an age, your hands unsteady as you weave the gauze around your palm. Every time you peek from the corner of your eye, he’s just watching. Not saying a goddamn word. Was this some kind of hazing? Were you overreacting? Sweat drips down your back and the air feels too warm and thick around you. Your stomach starts to churn. His optics follow your hand’s movements, and then, just as you tie off the gauze with a small knot, he grunts.

“That ain’t gonna hold.”

You jolt, head whipping up at his comment and back down to the gauze. You flex your hand experimentally, and sure enough it feels loose already. But you can’t stand being in this claustrophobic back room with the gator for one more second, so you find your courage to say, “It’ll do for now. I have a job to do.”

For a moment, you fear he’s going to insist on redoing it himself—you can’t imagine those clawed hands being gentle about it—but with a huff that’s all too human, he turns and heads for the door at the opposite side of the room and pushes it open, green ambient light washing through the gloom.

It’s all you can do not to sprint out of there, murmuring a small thanks to Monty for holding the door, and step back onto the course near hole 12. Instantly it feels easier to breathe, and you wipe sweat from your forehead with your uninjured hand. Checking your watch, you find only a few minutes have actually passed.

Monty’s heavy footfalls start behind you, and you whirl around on instinct, but he passes you without a second glance, free from his obligation. “Try not to break anything else in my course,” he says, and stalks off through the passageway.

Fuck it, you’re taking your break now.

[novemberthesuperstar]

FNAF SB RUIN THEORY 2

WARNING, THIS THEORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MULTIPLE SECTIONS OF RUIN AND A MAJOR EASTER EGG, IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED OR PLAYED THIS GAME AND SEEN IT'S MAJOR SECRETS DO NOT CONTINUE READING

Alright, now, as you should all know, in RUIN, it is possible to find the remains of Glamrock Bonnie in Bonnie Bowl by deactivating all of the wet floor signs in the Pizzaplex and thanks to this, we now have an official design for Bonnie, the location of his body, and I believe we have enough proof to finally find out what happened to him.

Where did Monty kill Bonnie?

When you first start up FNAF SB RUIN and make it to Monty's Gator Golf, there are two collectables very close to one another. One of them is a Glamrock Bonnie pinãta, and the other is a Monty plush. Now, on it's own this doesn't seem very substantial, but let's take a closer look.

If we compare Bonnie's torn pinãta to his remains we discover that they have the same withering on his face and torso, and in FNAF SB's message MISSING, which discusses Bonnie's disappearance, his last known location where he was seen on security cameras was in Monty's Gator Golf, where we find this pinãta, and who do we find near the scene of the crime? A plushie of Montgomery himself. But I hear you, a plushie being nearby a pinãta isn't solid proof. Of course, there's Monty merch in Monty Golf. Well, that takes us to the next point.

As I mentioned previously, Bonnie's last known location, according to the security camera footage, was in Monty's Gator Golf, but in RUIN, we find him in Bonnie Bowl behind lane 12. So what gives? Well, I think the way it went down is that upon arriving in Gator Golf, he was brutally mauled by Monty in a blind spot of the cameras, and Monty then continued on to drag Bonnie back to Bonnie Bowl out of camera view, dumping him in Bonnie Bowl and breaking a bowling ball over his head, possibly to either finish the job or to try and make it look like an accident.

Now, on the topic of Bonnie Bowl, when you LEAVE Bonnie Bowl through the poster in Bonnie's room, you get sent through a tunnel in the V.A.N.N.I mask. This tunnel goes from Bonnie Bowl to Fazerblast, dropping you off next to Princess Quest 3. What's interesting about this is that as you go through the tunnel, various objects fly past you.

The first is easy enough to explain. It's a Fazerblaster, and it appears because the tunnel leads to Fazerblast. The second is either a Bonnie plush or a Springbonnie plush, most likely the latter due to its yellow colour. This appears as we're travelling through Princess Quest 3, and this plushie is an item required to progress in the game. The third object, however, is a Monty plushie. There's nothing in Bonnie Bowl or Fazerblast related to Monty aside from Bonnie himself. I have more proof in the last objects, the wet floor signs, the thing used to unlock Bonnie. I believe they're shown as hints for solving Bonnie's disappearance. You could also use the fact that it's a Monty plush as evidence that the other Monty plush I mentioned really is evidence.

Why did Monty kill Bonnie?

So, we have the where, now we need the why. In Fnaf SB, there is an arcade cabinet called Monty's Gator Golf AR-CADE. In this minigame on the final hole, we see Montgomery Gator up on the Gator Golf stage, Roxy and Chica by his side. But Freddy is in the garbage. If Monty has these feelings of jealousy towards Freddy, and he's had thoughts of destroying him, why wouldn't the same go for Bonnie?

How did Monty kill Bonnie?

Freddy's eyes are even still active, just like Bonnie's are when we find him. His eyes only deactivate once every wet floor sign, including the ones surrounding him, is deactivated. This could mean Bonnie has been alive and suffering all this time, unable to call for help or even move.

Edit:

I've seen some people bringing up that Monty avoids his stage performances, and all three enemy Glamrocks show symptoms of trauma.

But I have a simple alternate explanation. What if Monty wasn't Monty when he did it? Let me explain. What if something was controlling him? Like, oh, I don't know... a certain virus running through the security systems. I've seen people argue the Mimic itself did it and while I think it's possible he, as Burntrap at this point in the timeline, may have controlled Monty to do it, it's pretty impossible for the Mimic himself to get out of the Burntrap office, get out past the blob/tangle, get out of the pizzeria, up the elevator, out of multiple locked gates and a construction site, all the way across the Atrium to Gator Golf, only harm Bonnie, then drag him back to the elevator, up three escalators, and to Bonnie Bowl, and then throw him behind the lanes and drop a bowling ball on him for good measure, all while possibly requiring Party Passes and Bowling tickets, and completely avoiding detection from the cameras and staff bots. On top of all of that, if you don't think the Mimic was Burntrap, it should still be behind concrete at this point. Why go through all of that when you can control any animatronic or security bot to do it for you?

Now, I hear you, "in Security Breach, Monty only got his claws upgrade after Bonnie went missing so he could replace him!" But, I'd like to point out an interesting design choice.

As we can see, Bonnie's hands are still intact, meaning Monty's upgrade isn't directly taken from Bonnie, so his is still there. But Bonnie has no claws. The upgrade isn't the claws themselves, but the fingers. As we can see, Monty's casing has claws while Bonnie's does not, Bonnie doesn't even have holes where they could've been, so Monty likely still had claws when Bonnie disappeared, just weaker ones. Plus, if we rule out his hands, Monty still has a massive alligator jaw full of sharp teeth, perfect for mangling his friend.

The aftermath.

After Bonnie's disappearance Fazbear Entertainment temporarily replaced Bonnie with Monty, but after seeing Monty's popularity soar to surpass Bonnie himself they decided it'd be a better investment to upgrade Monty and promote him to bass player than repair or replace Bonnie. However, after Bonnie disappeared, kids started asking about him, curious about his location. This led to Fazbear Entertainment installing the Monty's Gator Golf Gondola ride, a ride that takes you through cardboard cutout dioramas that tell an in-universe version of Monty's rise to stardom.

However, after the events of Security Breach, Monty was left in a heavily damaged state by Gregory, his claws ripped from him and his legs snapped off of his body, and in RUIN karma continues to catch up to him, as Cassie fries him in electrified water in Foxy's Log Flume, an old abandoned attraction in Roxy Raceway.

Glamrock Freddy

Unfortunately, Glamrock Freddy never finds out what happened to his friend. He spends all of Fnaf SB in the dark, and in RUIN, only his detached feral body is left in the Pizzaplex, as his head escaped with Gregory and Vanessa. I hope one day Freddy will learn the truth about Bonnie and find closure. The two had a very close bond, shown by Bonnie having Freddy merchandise in his room and a signed poster on the wall. This story is bittersweet, Monty may have gotten his just desserts, but Freddy may never find out about any of this left, hoping deep down he'll meet with Bonnie once more.

Conclusion

It seems we've reached the end of this little theory, I'd like to thank you for reaching the end, and I hope you enjoyed it. Bye for now.

[tapwater118]

really doing them a disservice, aren't you? Literally no otter plush in the JNJ lineup is made to stare into eacothers eyes or have matching tags... Not even Coiny or Pin are that close.

-🌿(I should make a Golf Ball Hat)

ughhgggh fine. i’ll rearrange them. later. i hate being guilt-tripped.