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impish-intent · 1 year ago

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"Needy Bear" - Glamrock Freddy/Montgomery Gator 【NSFW】

18+ (Minors DNI)

If you prefer to read it on AO3, it's linked in the title. If not, keep reading after the cut.

I wanted to write Brat!Freddy, and I randomly wrote this at 1 am for some reason. Here you go.

The afterglow of the concert performance hung over the atrium patrons, the ambience bouncing through the halls and into the backstage area.

Further back, in a somewhat secluded spot with shelves and cables, low murmurs and grunts arose from the two mascots, one who couldn't keep his claws off the other's frame. Freddy was writhing through the heated kiss, Monty's claws having scraped the surface paint off his torso, the gator man-handling him with a lack of concern.

Gritting, Monty feels Freddy's playful resistance, pushing him back against the wall, a solid thud follows, and the singer cooes through the kiss. Monty recoils, a slither of saliva hanging from their jaws.

"Enough pushin', Fazbear, I ain't lettin' ya slip from me this time…"

Freddy’s eye loosens when a claw clips his chin, the snarl in the bassist's voice setting his circuits aflame.

"I assumed you enjoyed a good chase, Monty?"

"Not when you make it so difficult."

"Then, you should try a little harder–"

If he had a diaphragm, Freddy could easily say he had the wind knocked out of when Monty slammed him into the wall, huffing from the exhilaration coursing his circuits.

"Shut it." The warm glow of Monty's red bulbs lit Freddy in fiery highlighting made the singer glance away.

This tension sent warnings in Freddy's systems, bringing caution to overheating and to call maintenance for assistance. A tightening engorged his pelvic plate as Monty's hand roughly snatches Freddy's chin.

A hard grip of his jaw that made Freddy snap his gaze back to Monty results in a shakened drone from his voice box.

"Can't even look at me, so fuckin' full of yourself…" Monty spat bitterly, his other hand hardly taking a second to plunge to the bear's undercarriage.

Freddy simpers a smile, "Tell me how you really feel, Monty."

Then, his eyes widened upon feeling himself being peeled open, the hissing of his pelvic cavity and the release of his throbbing member met Freddy's ear; seconds later a sharp, clumsy hand grasped him eagerly. A string of mewls leave Freddy, pressing against the wall and holding onto the shelf for support, Monty shoving him back into a hungry kiss.

Pumping the swollen shaft with bursts of movements, Monty put pressure around his cock and stroked, deepening the embrace by burying his tongue against Freddy's. Weak noises huff from the kodiak, squinting with mild disdain as he met eyes with Monty briefly, before shoving the reptile back and panting for air.

"M-Monty– haahh…"

"Needy fuckin' bear, look at you." Blinking, Freddy shudders at his degradation, fuming under his shell as Monty continues to jerk and pull. His wires rush with power, "I… am not needy."

A few fast strokes make Freddy purr, clenching his teeth, glaring sheepishly towards his rival.

"We'll see about that," Monty tuts, slowing down and sinking to his knees.

"On second thought," Freddy starts, "perhaps we could–"

Monty slams his palm over the singer's maw, harsh red eyes shimmering from in front. "I don't wanna hear a peep…" a damp tongue slicks up the textured shaft, "you better keep yourself quiet, Fazbear."

Freddy feels his ears twitch and shoulders hitch up upon having his cock be engulfed by the rough mouth, the gator's tongue wrapping up and over. First few licks and bobs, Monty groaned against the thick member, soon softly muttering, "So fuckin' good…"

If his ears could spin erratically, that's what Freddy would have expected upon hearing those grunts. Watching the green head bob onto his girth, a soft whine involuntarily slips from Freddy, Monty's hand sliding down his striped chin, making his jaw slack open.

"Haa– hhngh–" Freddy tosses his head back, lovingly humming.

Rugged noises come from Monty, slurps and gulps combined with elated drones.

Even with both feet planted on the ground, Freddy couldn't hold his weight steady, having sprawled his legs due to Monty breaching them apart. Freddy’s grip on the shelf lessens, automatically grabbing hold, nearly losing balance, stammering, "O-Oh, god…"

Through his fellatio, Monty's eyes smirked at his loss of balance, enjoying the sight of making Freddy wobble. Drool dangles from his chin, having done enough to make the bear mascot yield, retreating back sloppily, giving a parting lick as he does.

"Fuckin' pathetic." He chuckled at Freddy, a wispy set of whines creaked, steam hissing from his joints.

"Monty, please, I-I do not mean to be abrasive…" Freddy mewls, "you k-know I mean well."

"You talk so much shit despite being a submissive punk." Rising, Monty grew close, snatching his orange waist and pressing against him, pulling in for another rough kiss.

Distinct gasps and guttural noises drip from Freddy's mouth as Monty rams his rod in fervent motions, holding the sides of his head as to keep him there.

"Fuckin' take it– yeah that's it–"

Gazing at the sight, Monty groans harmoniously while the lead singer whimpers through his occupied mouth.

"Use your words, no need to talk with your mouth full," Monty chides, pulling Freddy off his cock, giving him a second to breathe.

Steam lifted from the two of them, Freddy leaning in to lick and kiss the dominant shaft feverishly, his blue eyes glowing with glossy wonder.

"You better put that mouth to use, Fazbear." Shoving himself back, Freddy moans into the roughly made member, his eyes rolling back as his throat is thrusted into.

A pair of hands slide up Monty's thighs, shifting to his rear, Freddy trying to stay focused and gaze up at his bandmate. Watching the bear tense with each push, Monty felt his wires curl over every time, losing his composure to the point he let Freddy go and plant his hands on the wall in front of them.

Freddy pushes himself all the way, his fingers curling over themselves as he hits his limit.

"F-Fuck, Freddy–" Monty jitters, expelling a hallow moan.

Pulling out, Freddy catches his breath, dreary with heat and lust, Monty glaring down at him.

"I need it, Monty…"

Tilting his head, Monty teases.

"What's that?"

The bear furrows his brows, glancing down agitatedly as he has to repeat himself.

"...I need it."

Passively humming, Monty lowers himself to Freddy, both on the ground, "Now you admitted your needy, ain't that cute?"

Freddy shook his head, interrupted by his hips being pulled in abruptly and falling onto his back, legs widened. Monty buries his knees on to dingy ground, gathering close against Freddy who is dazed by the sudden switch.

"Don't look so surprised, I haven't even started…" Monty prods Freddy's opening wryly, the orange mascot flinching, lifting his pelvis apprehensively.

"Hha–"

"Be patient, will ya?"

Whirring, Freddy averts his desperate gaze, letting himself be exposed more, Monty running his hand over Freddy's lingering member as he starts to roughly push into him. A strained mewl bounces, Monty hushing the bratty bear beneath.

"Shut your fuckin' mouth–" The first thrusts felt so fucking good, Monty clamps his mouth shut to keep Freddy from whining some more. Their bodies were flushed against each other's, hard pushes sending shocks up Freddy's endo.

Monty grabs Freddy's thigh with his free hand, leaning forward as he lifts and perches his leg in his arm, ramming more of himself deeper and getting a better look at the lead singer's lost expression. Never had he seen Freddy look so pitiful, the poor bear's eyes rolling back and barely open, his muzzle clamped. Muffled whimpers were what Monty could make out.

"You're so tight," Monty strains…

Their skin made solid contact, dull slams filling the space, Freddy's low groans barely lifting from the hand.

"You don't want none of your fans to hear ya squealin'? That'd be a real shame for everyone to know that Fazbear is a little needy brat, huh?" This heightened Monty's energy, talking down to Freddy only aroused him further, feeling the bear clench up.

Freddy's head reels back, managing to let out a cry of pleasure through Monty slipping off his hand. Then, realizing how loud he was, guiltily rests the back of his hand over his own mouth, writhing with each push.

"You like it when I talk nasty huh?"

"This is embarrassing–" Freddy huffs a moan.

"Oh, it's embarrassin'?" Monty taunts, suddenly piping him faster–

"Why don't I keep making it embarrassin' for ya?"

Freddy gasps, "G-Ghn– M-Monty!"

His walls tightened and gripped his shaft, the bassist uncaring about how rough he was, hearing Freddy lose it made it worth it. The paint on Freddy's thigh gathers under Monty's nails, digging into the shell as the roughened pants of the two performers mix together.

With a few last thrusts, Monty manages to stop himself from losing full control, coming down from the buildup, listening to Freddy wheeze below him, steam puffing out of his agaped mouth.

"Too much ya, Fazbear?" Monty exhales, pulling out of his tender hole, playfully grinding their cocks against each other…

Freddy shakily sits up on his elbows, still panting, watching the gator grind against him, "Not… quite…"

"Still kickin', hm…" Monty guffaws, tugging Freddy mockingly, a startled hiss leaves him. His green thumb runs over the bear's chin, slipping over his mouth, Freddy hums– his servos melting from this oddly tender touch– Watching the brat beneath him slick his tongue against the green thumb causes Monty to bubble out a bleak chuckle.

"Let's get ya up, then."

His pectorals and hands were flushed on the wall and his lower half protruding out, Freddy feeling Monty's staggered breath on his neck.

Monty leans in, snaking his hands over Freddy's hips, gifting him a quick nip on his shoulder.

Holding in a pained growl, Freddy rests his forehead on the wall, before feeling himself be filled again with a sickly heat. His hips were yanked, rocked in a guiding back and forth motion, simultaneously being plunged deeper by Monty's rough cock.

Heat crept into Freddy's shell, his circuits frying as his inner core is struck with infrequent pulses.

"Oh god–" Freddy simmers, fists balling.

"That's r-right, take it, you're takin it like a good fuckin' bear, aren't ya?"

Distressed mewls leave Freddy, "Y-Yes…"

"Can't hear ya."

Once more, Freddy whirrs, "Yes– hah– yes, Monty!"

Monty hastens his thrusts, watching his length disappear into Freddy with rapid speed, the little bulb of a tail flinching with every movement. Such a cute tail. A cute frame. Freddy was letting Monty ravish him. For once, Monty was running things.

"Aah–" Monty lurches forward to bite Freddy's shoulder. Spikes of energy zip through Freddy as the teeth sank down, shuddering a few whimpers when Monty became feverish.

From the kodiak's peripheral, another pair of hands plant at both sides of his head, the gator's chest slightly running against his back as his movements run sloppy.

"Y-You feel… fucking amazing, Freddy–" Monty groans hungrily, ramming his heat deeper into his singer.

"Haa hhn– Monty–" Freddy whimpers softly against the wall, his core is struck directly now.

A string of curses captures his tongue, Monty grimacing and containing his own pleasured swears. Freddy becomes a wispy mess, muttering the bassist's name eagerly…

"M-Monty, Monty– o-oh– ahn– Monty–"

"So needy…" Monty chides, "I've fucked ya silly."

Unbearable heat erupts within Freddy's body, his interface being flooded with warnings and messages of overheating. His sight starts to get defocused and cluttered, legs shaking and upper frame rattling as Monty tries to hold him still.

Noticing how overstimulated the singer had become, Monty grinned into his back as he wrapped his hands around Freddy's flailing dick and pumped gingerly as he pounded him as well.

"O-Oh, fuck!" Monty grits, losing control, his shaft is clamped down around and he groans as he gives it his all, sloppy, messy pushes; his seed leaking with each remaining thrust. Cables in Monty's body nearly snapped as he released fully inside Freddy, heaving another rough string of swears in the bear's ear.

Then, Freddy came, erupting on the wall in front, a thick hot trial of seed oozing from his tip, some dribbling down his orange thigh. No longer convulsing, Freddy loosens, still whining from the high of climax. Monty pulls out and a heavy load expels down Freddy's thighs…

"I hope that was worth the wait, Fazbear. I already got more in store for ya when you're not so tired…"

Panting, Freddy slowly turns around, unable to fully lift his arm, resting it on Monty's waist thoughtfully…

"If that's the case… perhaps we should do this more often."

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