#William afton x fem!reader

[iluvmegantheestallion]

Cigarettes

(This story is inspired by another writer @scaredofbrits)

Summary: You've been a good girl all your life. Never party, did drugs, have sex, drink alcohol, or smoke until now. You tried smoking until your boss caught you, but instead of firing you, he joined you and taught you how to smoke.

Living in this small town has it perks. Y/n did not like staying here since her parents decided to move here, but you didn't complain. You worked at Freddy fazebear's pizzeria. You do enjoy working, fixing the busted games, and smelling the greasy pizza. Y/n only worked here to save up some money so she can leave this town and enjoy her life. Y/n is best friends with Michael.

Y/n first met Michael in school. He was a popular kid, and you'd see him in your math and science class. He's been suspended a lot. You first got a chance to talk to him when you first became a tutor for him since he was failing his classes. You helped with work, and he started to actually understand, and his grades went up, and that's when you guys became best friends.

You were walking with Michael, and he couldn't be more thankful for you helping him with his homework. "Thanks y/n for helping me, I couldn't do this without you, seriously." Michael looked at y/n sincerely as he smiled at her. "No problem, anything for a friend." Y/n smiles back at him. Y/n saw Michael reached inside his Jean pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He took one cigarette, and he looked back at you. "You want one?" Michael asked. Your goody two shoes mind would clearly say 'no', but you somehow wanted to say yes. "Uhhm, no, thank you." Y/n said, passing on the offer. "Suit yourself." Michael shrugged, nonchalantly placing the cigarette between his lips as he took out his lighter lighting the end of the cigarette.

Y/n stared at intriguingly as he huffed the smoke out. Y/n seen her mom smoked in the house whenever she was stressed about something. "You're missing out, y/n. This shit is relaxing." Michael smirked at y/n as he continued smoking. "Uhhm, trust me, I'm fine." Y/n said back as they continued walking.

Y/n looked down at her watch, and she was late, and she had to go back to work. "Oh shoot, I have to go, I'll see you later, Michael." Y/n says as she hugged him goodbye as she walked away.

Y/n urgently rushed inside the pizzeria. "You're late, y/n." One of her colleagues said to her. "I know I lost track of time -" "Chill out, y/n I was just kidding, I don't think they care. You've been employed of the month, I don't think they give a fuck if you're since your Mr. Afton's favorite." Y/n's coworker said to her they cleaned the messy tables.

"Why do you think I'm his favorite?" Y/n asked curiosity getting the best of her.

"Well, you listen to the rules. You're a workaholic. You fixed the games, and he's never rude to you like he is with the rest of us." Y/n's coworker said to y/n blandly, not focusing on her.

Y/n never knew she was Mr. afton's favorite. He does seem a bit less intense when he was around y/n. He pays her very fairly, and he congratulates y/n whenever she does a good job at fixing the games for the kids, works overtime, and covers other people's shifts.

"I know this may sound crazy but do you have a pack of cigarettes and a lighter?" Y/n as her coworker looks back at y/n surprised with a little smirk on her face.

" Is Miss Goody two shoes asking to smoke?" Y/n's coworker jokes as she rolls her eyes. "Look, I know I'm uptight and never do what teenagers do, but I wanna see what it's like." Y/n answers back. "Ok, fine, but on one condition." Y/n's coworker says smirking, knowing they want something. "You have to cover my shift while I'm gone, I'm going to a party and I don't wanna stay here." Y/n's coworker explains. "Deal." Y/n says as they shake hands with each other. The coworker looks around as they hand y/n the lighter and pack of cigarettes. "Knock yourself out, princess." Y/n's coworker says as they give y/n the rag and walks out of Freddy's.

Y/n has been cleaning, fixing the game, and making sure the kids don't get too close to the animatronics. Y/n checks her watch and decides to take a little break. Y/n went to a secluded room, Michael told her that this was his favorite place to smoke in. "Cmon y/n you can do this, stop being a chicken." Y/n told herself. Y/n pulls out the pack of cigarettes as she puts them between her lips. Y/n started to think about how Michael smoked. Y/n pulls out the lighter and closely puts it at the end of the cigarette, but she is interrupted.

Y/n was startled as the door flinged open as she knew who it was. Mr. Afton. Y/n urgently places the lighter in her pocket and the cigarette in her hand and hides it behind her back.

"I've never knew you were a smoker y/n? You don't seem like a girl to do that?" William says camly making y/n a bit nervous.

"I wasn't smoking?" Y/n lies as William chuckles.

"Oh love, I'm not blind I saw you." William smirks, coming his way over to y/n.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Afton, please don't fire me. I just wanted to try. And how it feels like -" y/n was rambling as her heart started racing but William cuts her off.

"Nonsene darling, I just came here for a smoke break myself. It gets tiring running this establishment." William told y/n as he comes closer to her.

"I see you wanted to learn how to smoke, I can teach you if you like." William smiles. Y/n felt a bit weird about this situation since her boss was teaching her how to smoke, but she was Willing to learn.

"Don't be afraid, darling. I don't bite." His whispered as he smirked. Y/n nodded her head as William smiles at her.

Y/n places the cigarette between her lips as William lights it. "Take your time, darling. Inhale and let it out." William explains as y/n follows his exact words.

Y/n inhales the smoke as she lets it out all out. Y/n coughed a little bit, but it was actually quite fun. "There you go, darling. Now you're getting a hand of it." William congratulates. "This quite relaxing, actually." Y/n smiles as she continues smoking.

William pulls out a pack of his own cigarettes and puts in between his lips. "May I borrow your lighter, darling." William asks his soft British accent, rolling off his tongue so perfectly. You give him the lighter as he lights his cigarette as he inhales the smoke and lets it out.

"Come closer y/n, I want to show you something cool, sweetheart." William says as he smokes but holds it in his mouth.

Y/n comes closer to William as they look like they were gonna kiss. Making y/n have butterflies in her stomach. The two of you connected your lips together, and the smoke went into your mouth as you both didn't take your eyes off of each other. William chuckles as he inhales and blew it out. You both started smiling, which turned to laughter.

"This was really fun, but I have to get back to work, darling." William says making y/n frown, but William notices.

"Don't be sad, darling. we can still do this again." William holds your face into his hands. Y/n smiles as he looks at William.

"This will be our little secret." William says as he kisses the tip of your nose as he smirks at your flushed face. William walks towards the door, winking at you, leaving you alone in your room.

Y/n smiles to herself as she continues smoking, and she smells the strong and toxic smell that fills the dim light room. I guess y/n isn't goody two shoes after all.

[mxstly-melancholy]

hihii!! i love your fics sm and i was wondering if i could request a dom!william afton smut eating out a super needy subby reader !! (fem! reader, daddy kink if you’re comfortable, corruption, all in all will just falling in love with how whiny and needy she is for his mouth :3)

omg tysm- okay I tried.. it’s 5 am I felt really bad cuz this has been sitting in my inbox for a bit- this isn’t my best work ✋😔 no corruption in this one my apologies.

I’m desperate for ppl to start writing more William smut so hopefully I will start a movement/j

William Afton x Female Reader.

Warnings: Daddy kink, pet names, uhh I think honestly that’s it..

“Daddy- I really really need you!” You whined as you were at William's feet while he was at his work desk. He ignored your needs for the moment, finishing up on an important paper.

You tug at his pants, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Please…”

William put his pen down and sighed.

“I told you, please give me five minutes and I will tend to you, pet.”

You huff and stand up, heading for the door to leave the room. William grabs your shirt and pulls you back swiftly into his lap. You yelp while he grabs the side of your face, turning it towards him. He lands harsh kisses on your cheek, making you smile and blush.

“Meet me in the bedroom then, since you’re so impatient..” he whispers.

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Legs spread wide open by his hands, laid on your back on the bed. His tongue danced hungrily over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you. “Yes!! Thank you- oh!” You moan loudly. “More!”

William pushes his tongue inside you, one of his hands moving to rub on your sensitive bud. Your legs shake, trying your best not to suffocate the poor man.

“D-Daddy th-that’s so good-!”

“Mmh, such a perfect little bunny for me..” his voice sends vibrations through you. You sob and try to push his head back down but he quickly moves your hands away.

William grabs both your thighs and holds them tightly before diving back in, tongue working it’s magic.

Your legs shake and hands gripping the sheets, trying your best not to cum right then and there, but to no avail, it happens anyways.

“Please, I’m gonna- I’m cumming! D-don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t, he continues to eat you out as if it’s the last time he’s ever going to. He’s absolutely adoring how weak you get just from his mouth. His cheeks and chin covered in your juices, he smiles against you as you cum on his tongue. He holds your legs as still as possible as you writhe and shake under him, pornstar-like moans filling the room. He continues through your orgasm, but stops once you’ve calmed down.

He sits up and wipes his chin, leaning down to kiss you passionately. You hold him close to you, feeling how hard he is through his pants.

“Your turn, Darling.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒰𝓃ℯ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℴ𝓎ℯ𝒹

Warnings: suggestive, yandere themes, stalking, degradation

Steve Raglan, the name displayed on the phone made you smile slightly, knowing your last encounter was for anything but to get a job.

“Mr. Raglan.” You said, in a surprised voice.

“Y/n.” He said, clearing his throat. “I just called to see if you were still coming tomorrow.”

“Uhh.. yeah. Yeah I am.” You said with a small smile.

“Okay. See you then.” He said rather quickly, and hung up before you could even say anything.

That was odd, you thought. You just ignored it for the rest of the day, and went to sleep with a smile on your face for tomorrow.

You opened the door, where Steve was turned around, talking on the phone.

“I can’t do anything about that. Sorry.” He said, and he turned his chair around when he heard you sit down on the chair in front of him, your bag slung on your shoulder and legs bouncing.

You looked beautiful, as always. He thought. Quickly brushing those thoughts away as the person on the phone hung up.

“God that guys annoying.” He sighed, shaking his head and smiling at you. You just gave him a small smile back, looking down at your lap

“Anyways.. I see your still unemployed.” He clicked his tongue, sighing deeply.

“Yes.” You mumbled, still looking at your lap.

“What am I going to do with you..?”

It was degrading, and yet the words made you wet. God, it was pathetic. You thought.

You crossed your legs, gulping and holding he wouldn’t notice. But of course, his eyes went down to your legs, your thighs.

“I don’t know, sir.”

His eyes raked over your body, looking at the shirt that hugged your curves and pants that fit just perfectly.

“Although… I do have a good offer, good pay, and I think you’ll enjoy it.” He looked back at your face. His voice was suggestive

Your eyebrows raised at that, now staring and listening intently.

“You will stay by my side, easy enough, no? But… I think you already know what I’m getting at.” He chuckled lowly, hands folding in front of him as he waited for you to process.

“Mr. Raglan, as good as the offer sounds-“

“I’m not asking anymore, y/n.”

Your eyes widened, confused slightly. “Mr. Raglan, I don’t-“

He sighed, moving a folder and some papers away so nothing was in the middle of you and him.

“Of course you don’t understand. I’ve been watching you, since the first day you came in. I know your favorite movie, your favorite song, I know where you live, I know so much about you. You didn’t even realize it our last visit, when I was most vulnerable.”

You gulped and you stood up. “Mr. Raglan..”

“Steve. If we’re gonna be working together for a while, just call me Steve. Or-“ he paused for a second, thinking if he should tell you.

“Actually.. call me William.”

[tomblythismyhusband]

Billy with a f.reader who’s like “I’ll follow you wherever and whenever because I love you” 🙏🏼🙏🏼 cause we all know with Billy being a outlaw mf had to run from town to town 😭

wherever you go [ billythekid x fem!reader ]

[summary]: billythekid x fem!reader | You awake to hear Billy trying to leave and you convince him to let you come along.

[warnings]: just fluff :) + mentions of weapons, slight innuendo

[wc]: 1k

[note]: billy is so so cute in this GRR. ALSO thank you so much anon for the request I LOVE YOU. <3

You awoke to the sound the springs of your bed creaking loudly. Billy was moving- but it seemed like he was frantic. You jolted upwards, head still heavy from sleep.

“..Billy..?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark bedroom. From the looks of it it seemed to be midnight. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the room. making everything seem more surreal.

“Shh- darling go back to sleep.” Billy’s rough voice broke the silence of the night making you shudder.

You could make out the tall frame of him moving about the room, yanking on his clothes and grabbing his things. He seemed to be trying to make the least amount of noise possible.

This had you wide awake now. There was no way in hell you were going back to sleep with him rustling around like this.

You threw the covers off your body and scrambled out of bed, the old wood of the floor meeting your bare feet. You started to walk towards him, stumbling slightly in the darkeness.

“Billy what the hell-?” You started to say when a big hand clamped over your mouth. You could feel Billy’s mouth near your ear. His warm breath caressed it, silencing you instantly.

“Doll I love you, but I need you to be quiet, ok? I have to go.”

I have to go? The words echoed around your mind, as your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

He lowered his hand from your mouth slowly. His blue eyes watched your reactions intently, searching for any sign of anger.

You dropped your voice down to a whisper and leaned in close. “Billy.. you have to go? What the hell are you talking about?”

You felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your own in one smooth swoop. He took in a sharp breath and spoke, looking down at the floor.

“One of my buddies came knocking on the windows tonight. The sheriff knows I’m here somehow- and he’s sending men to come arrest me.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of the situation now settling down on you. Billy squeezed your hand and met your gaze, the pale moonlight hitting the planes of his face beautifully. He shook his head slowly.

“That’s why I needa leave.. I sure as hell don’t wanna get arrested, and…” His hand wrapped slowly around your waist. “I couldn’t promise that they wouldn’t hurt you too y/n. Havin’ an outlaw in your bed could get you in just as much trouble as I’m already in.”

You cupped his face softly, your thumb tracing small circles on his cheeks. You didn’t want him to leave.

You’ve done this to many times before, Billy leaving for a few months then coming back. This was a cycle that seemed to be never ending. You should be used to it, but it breaks your heart to see him go. Every. Single. Time.

“Billy.. I can’t let you go. Not again. Not this time.” You said softly. You felt his hand squeeze your waist tighter in response.

“I know it's hard, doll. But I can’t let you get hurt. I would feel- hell- I would blame myself forever if somethin’ happened to you.”

You furrowed your brows and traced your thumb over his lips. Soft.. warm, lips you didn’t want to stop kissing anytime soon.

After a moment of silence you finally spoke, your voice slightly wobbly due to the circumstances. “Billy. I’ll follow you wherever you go. Whenever and wherever- I want to be there, because-“ You paused, taking a breath to settle your nerves. “Because I love you.”

You felt Billy’s body freeze, his breath hitched and eyes blinking. “Y/n…” He said softly.

“I’m coming with you Billy.” You said with the tone of finality. He started to shake his head in protest but you held his face still. “You can’t fight me on this. Your problems are my problems, your battles are also mine.”

Billy stared for a moment as you awaited his response. You’d never asked to go with him before, sure you guys had joked about it but he always made sure you stayed back. Billy let out a sigh.

“Doll- you know I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt-“

You shook your head. “I know how to shoot a gun, handle a knife.. and I have you. I’m way more protected when I’m with you than when I’m by myself.” Billy was quiet for a moment and seemed to be taking this fact into account.

Finally he leaned in, his mouth pressed against your temple. “Okay.. You can come. I love you darlin’.” The words sent vibrations through your body as he mumbled them against your forehead. “But just so you know I am never letting you out of my sight.”

You let out a soft giggle as he kissed your forehead and squeezed you tighter. His lips felt warm against your skin but you wanted to taste him.

You tilted your head up to meet his lips in a soft, thankful kiss. You felt giddy inside knowing that he was still yours, that he was going to be beside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him harder. Billy let out a soft growl then a chuckle before pulling away slowly.

“Darlin’ we still gotta go, we can save that for later.” He teased. You hit him playfully, emitting another low chuckle from his lips.

“Let’s get this on the road then.” You said softly, releasing his body from yours. You couldn’t help but feel happy- and a bit nervous- to go with him. Your love for Billy seemed to grow, he was now yours. Anywhere and everywhere.

You gave him one last kiss before you both started to scramble and grab your things. While tugging on your boots you smiled to yourself, picturing all your new memories, adventures, and experiences you would now share with the man you loved. Billy.

[mcondance]

note: office sex, fnaf takes place in the 2000s so william’s gf is a Black juicy tracksuit hyperfem girly!, cervix kissing, praise (it’s me what do you expect), reader has braids, that’s it i believe

something along the lines of being bent over wiiliam’s desk in his office, thrown over mountains of paper spread over his desk while the words almost swim across the pages.

tracksuit pooled around your ankles, the red fabric pulled down hastily to let you and william get to the business that he finds much more important than counseling people on what jobs to get, it’s a show of desperation with how he fucks into you.

your shirt and jacket are splayed by the chair near the door, he’d pulled them off a couple minutes after you entered the room, after the candy scent that always follows you filled his nose as he hangs onto your every little word, his blue eyes dilating like a fuckin pavlovian dog, his whole body pumping blood to his cock at your smell, at the sight of the sparkling glitter that hangs onto your entire being.

your hands grip tight at the old wood, colorful acrylics sliding, trying and failing to find a tether as steve sends your body pressing into his desk. his hips are strong and rough as they slap wildly against the soft curve of your ass, big hands draped over your waist and digging just a little too hard into your dewy skin, a soft sheen casted over you, your back shimmery with sweat and sparkles.

stretched is how you feel, filled an even better word for the way he makes a home for himself inside you, fucks you so good you drool onto the desk beneath you, a disgusting pool of slick spit that you know he’ll see as a trophy after you’ve both had your fills.

a soft chuckle meets your ears, a rough hand slides up your thigh and it has you shivering, clenching down on his cock as he huffs out a groan, his eyes transfixed by how your body rocks forward and your ass ripples with each of his firm thrusts.

with every forward push of his hips the desk creaks, his hips against your ass sounds out, perverse pats and slaps filling the white-lit room. even in the poor lighting you look so pretty bent over like this, braids tossed to the side so they don’t get “messed up”, as he says, his infatuation with everything you do clear as day.

“pretty, pretty girl” he purrs, pushing in as deep as he can go now and you let you a pretty little cry, his girth stretching you out, thick tip pressing softly against your cervix. he stays there, humming appreciatively at your sounds and how you push back against him, grinding his pulsating length against that electric spot inside you.

“feels so good, so go- ah” you cut yourself off with a gasped squeak as he grinds himself just right and pushes forward. your head rolls forward, face down, and you’re pushed onto the desk again, glowy hands flexing as you tense up, teary eyes snapping shut. again he pushes, a little harder this time, and his name tag falls off the desk and clatters to the floor, the noise barely heard by either of you for being lost in the haze of pleasure.

“what, baby? finish your sentence.” he muses with a sensual lilt, delivering slow grinds. he wants to hear your slurred voice, wants to hear your heavy tongue try and fail to convey how you feel. but still, he asks, though he knows you’re too filled to even think.

he receives no response, just a hoarse groan, and his eyes find your hands; he almost coos at the way they’ve stopped grasping at his desk. you can’t even try to calm yourself down. he’s taken that from you.

shaking, you push your ass back weakly against him. he gladly follows your movements with admiration at how good you look fucking yourself on him.

“pussy fuckin’ me so good,” he groans, pulling back and pushing forward, feeding off your nasty, unbridled moans until he’s back at the pace he was before. the lewd sounds of sex fill the room again, your whined response to his groan mixing with skin against skin and the wet squelch of your cunt pervading out through the air.

your hand flies to his soft stomach, nails scraping his pillowy skin. he catches your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours in a gesture that would be romantic if you weren’t being fucked nasty over his desk.

he doesn’t have to talk much and neither do you, you’re more than happy to just listen to the sounds that escape you both as you meet in the middle again and again and again.

[kissingrhi]

william afton who dedicates his time to making you feel exposed; seeing what makes you break.

william afton who blows on your cunt just to eyeball the way it clenches around air and ignore your pleads for him to fill you.

william afton who sees what nasty words he whispers to you in public will make you cross your legs the most.

william afton who finds just the right pace to bounce his leg at while you’re innocently resting in his lap. the one that’ll make you grab at his wrists from being too stimulated.

william afton who bites and nips at every inch of your neck just to see which pressure points make you squeal.

william afton who finds what position gets him the deepest in you just to make you hold eye contact with him, whether it be through a mirror or him holding your head against his own.

[greenandsorrow]

QUEUE 🌷

As a non-native speaker of English, the spelling of the word 'queue' often makes me cringe.

If something is on this list, it will eventually be done. The butterfly emoji stands for 'requested'.

⭐My priorities in November⭐

HEAL - Sunny (Omori) x fem!caretaker!reader/ platonic (ch1+ch2)

If the monster under your bed never hurt you, maybe it was there to protect you. - Pennywise x teen!reader/ platonic (ch4)

the price for misbehaving - rut!Alastor x gn!reader/ smutty, nsfw (iii, iv)

Lovely stuff - Alastor x fem!bunny!reader/ sfw mostly (🦋)

AN OBSCENE FAITH - nun!Alastor x fem!reader/ smut (🦋)

Pomegranate seeds. - Aemond Targaryen x fem!wildling!reader/ smut, nsfw (🦋)

Filidonia. - Henry Winter (tsh) x fem!shapely!reader/ smut

💫My priorities in December💫

After Dark - Officer K x fem!human!reader/ nsfw (ch2+ch3+ch4)

The thunderstorm. - Sierra Six x implied!fem!reader/ (n)sfw

Poison tree - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader/ nsfw

What once was. - Henry Winter (tsh) x fem!oc/ nsfw, multichap

HELLO MY OLD HEART - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader/ nsfw, multichap

🌟General🌟

"I can fix him." - William Afton x fem!reader/ (n)sfw, multichap (🦋)

the fox - Alastor x fem!fox!reader/ platonic, multi chap (part 3)

Like a real girl... - Officer K x Joi/ smut, oneshot

"You should learn to knock first..." - Colt Seavers x curvy!fem!reader/ smut, oneshot

"Cola" - Joel Miller x fem!reader/ smutty, nsfw, multi chap

my masterlist

*weekly updated

[fandomwritingbit]

Choose your own adventure.

You're looking for a shag so go to your local pick up spot, on the prowl. From there, my friend, pick your man!

fem reader x michael afton or william afton or henry emily

Warnings: hella smut, unsafe sex, risky behaviour, public sex

You're not sure why, but sometimes you just can’t control yourself. You’re just needy - no, desperate to be filled up, used like someone’s stupid fuck toy. And tonight the need was so aching that your leg bounced on the floor whilst you sat at the end of your bed. Already having done everything you could yourself, fingers, toys, porn, none of it the same as belonging to someone else, letting them take what they wanted from you. The thought of it made your pussy clench in longing. 

You stayed like that for about five more minutes before you resigned yourself to your fate. Unable to help but smile as you slipped into the tightest dress you owned, it was short as hell too, any extreme movements would give some onlookers an eye-full. That was the point though. With no panties or bra, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a riskily tall pair of heels. You put a jacket on though, to keep yourself covered until you got to your local shifty bar, the kind of place where you could meet someone, have a drink and be fucking them in the space of 15 minutes, exactly what you were looking for. 

Once there, you slip inside the dimly lit building and are greeted by the familiar thumping music and coloured lights. Bodies only semi visible, some sat drinking, some dancing. You shrug your jacket off, letting yourself be seen, almost shaking with anticipation, maybe you’d luck out and stumble upon a stag-do, the kind of men that would give you the seeing to you craved. 

Grabbing and necking a shot of tequila, you survey the room…

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Maybe you’d choose Henry, the out of place looking, older gentleman, the sort of fella who looked like he hadn’t ever received the kind of attention you wanted to give. A man in a white shirt and dark jumper, with a beard and kindly look.

He smiles politely out of instinct as you approach him, trying to refrain from looking at your revealing outfit, though that becomes even harder when you sit beside him, your skirt riding up. It becomes impossible when you lean in towards him, his eyes growing wide with the disbelief that someone as young and gorgeous as you would want to come on to him. You bring your lips close to his ear, noticing how he gulps, his nervousness spurring you on more.

“What’s your name?” you ask him, voice sweet as honey. 

“...Henry.” His reply is a little uncertain and you giggle.

“Well, Henry. Come with me.”

His mouth opens wordlessly, certain that this must be some kind of joke, or scam, there was just no way. “...What?”

“I said,” You place your hand on his leg, tracing up his inner thigh and stopping dangerously close to his crotch. “Come with me.”

“W-why?” 

“For some fun.” Your breath against his neck and hand so close to his cock, made it abundantly clear. And not without some more questions he follows you outside into an unlit alley, safe from prying eyes. 

There you use the flat of your palm to push his back against the bricked wall, pressing your lips on the underside of his jaw. He groans under your touch, reaching into the front pocket of his trousers to pull out his wallet. Understanding his conclusion, you shake your head, a smirk coating your lips. You meet his wrist and undo the action pushing the wallet back inside, from there moving your hand down low to feel the hardness of his dick, hidden behind clothes. 

He chuckles a little out of disbelief, finding the courage to place his hand on your breast, squeezing your flesh softly, his cock twitching at the feeling of your nipple through such thin fabric. And it’s not long before his hands are moving lower, grabbing at your arse, and moaning when he feels no sign of underwear. 

He feels big under your touch, and eager to see, you pull him closer by his belt. Your fingers then dart to undo the buckle and fly underneath, his responsive noises making arousal pool between your legs. Quickly pulling his underwear down, you take him in your hands, your suspicions confirmed. Almost immediately his hips buck into your hold and wanting to show him a good time you smirk at him before dropping to your knees, eliciting an almost pained groan. 

He takes your hair in his hand, not rough but showing a hint of dominance lurking behind his politeness, the grip tightening involuntarily when you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, tongue swirling around it. You work him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him stretching your jaw as you gradually take more and more of him, not taking your eyes off him for a second, lest you miss the effect you were having on this man. Not able to resist, you slip your hand under the fabric of your dress, playing with yourself to the rhythm of your action and the mere sight of that could have given him a heart attack. 

Soon that dominance appears again as he’s pulling you to your feet and backing you against the other side of the alley. Emboldened hands pushing your dress up exposing your slick to him, your pussy wet and eager from your fingers. He stretches you when he presses inside your cunt struggling with his thickness more than you’d anticipated. But the sensation was exactly what you wanted and you encouraged him with hands clinging onto his arms. 

He downright moaned when he fully shoved himself inside you, the filthy desperate noise, making your need to cum twang in the pit of your stomach. And the man soon set a pace that had the both of you gasping, he lifted one of your legs, his hand leaving fingerprint indents on your upper thigh, the angle thrusting you close to your end. You gasp through a grin, pulling him impossibly closer to your body, whispering ‘don’t stop’ in his ear. And he doesn’t, the sound of both of your breathing and moaning crisp in the alley. You’re fulfilled when he places a thumb over your clit, throwing you to your peak, which you needily accept. 

The feeling of your walls clamping down on him was too much and he quickly pulls out of your vice, painting your inner thighs with his release, groaning the word ‘fuck’ at the sight of it. 

You let him gather his bearings before pulling your skirt down, giggling as it did nothing to hide the cum mixed with your arousal trailing down your thigh. You place your hand on his shoulder as you walk past him heading back out the alley.

“Uh- thank you!” he calls out, feeling like an idiot but still reeling with disbelief. You look over your shoulder and give him a delicious smile, giggling to yourself as you walk away. 

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Or perhaps you’d choose William, the intimidating looking bloke, who looked experienced. The one who’s attention would make your skin pucker with goosebumps. The kind of man that could easily be dangerous, but would give you exactly what you craved the most. 

He notices immediately when you begin approaching him, not hiding a bone-chillingly hungry gaze as he looks you up and down, smirking at the skimpy outfit. Having no space to sit beside him, you take his grin as permission to sit on his lap, your palm pushing him back against the wall he sat beneath. He doesn’t outright touch you, though the dark look in his eyes was enough to know he was thinking about it. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” He grins, bringing his head close so you can hear him over the music. “And what are you doing?” 

You place a hand on his chest, stroking up and down, “Looking for some fun.” And by the snicker and grip on your upper thigh, clearly you’ve found it. You bring your lips against the lobe of his ear, “Follow me.” you whisper, eyes on the size of his hand on your flesh. 

He only nods, letting you walk a few steps ahead of him largely to appreciate the view. You don’t even make it into the cover of the alley before his hands are on you, taking a handful of your behind over the fabric of your dress. 

Then speaking lowly into your ear, “It’s a really bad idea, you know, to be out here alone with someone you’ve only just met.” And as if to highlight his point, he spins you to face him, cornering you against the wall of the alley, his form making arousal trickle down your leg. 

“I know.” You grab onto his shirt, pulling him towards you where he catches the underside of your jaw in a tight grip that tells you he’s in full control. The other of his hand raking up your body before pinching your nipple hard, making you gasp. 

He angles his knee between your legs, pressing you flush into the wall. Tilting your head to the side, he presses his lips to your throat biting into your skin more than hard enough to leave a mark. It forces profanity from your lips half in shock, half desperate for this man to fuck you. You show him what kind of fun you’re looking for by grabbing the hard cock you can feel pressing against your stomach, and he grunts into your neck. You feel his expression change on your skin and smile in relief as he loosens the grip on your jaw, moving his hand down, a finger knowingly pressing down on your windpipe. 

He makes you flinch when he hooks under your skirt, pulling it up enough to completely expose you. He seemed very pleased with the sight of your achingly wet cunt, taking no time in running a finger between the folds and you quiver when it traces over your clit. He makes a noise of approval at your reaction, teasing your entrance with his index and middle finger, thumb hovering over your nerves, already you can feel a knot in the pit of your stomach. 

He presses them inside you, your slick making it easy but a shadow of stretch echoes in your abdomen, he plays you just right, curling his digits in such a way that causes your nails to dig into his arms. The pace is unkind, shoving you towards finishing, your pitiful noises telling him all. You’re so close, but stop him, grabbing his hair to get him to look at you. “Fuck me.” you hiss, a little breathless. 

Smirking, he shoves his fingers into you again making you yelp, before retracting them, pressing them into his mouth in such a dirty way your pussy clenches pathetically. He then manhandles you, turning you away from him and again pressing you into the wall, this time the side of you face no doubt being marked by the brickwork. From behind you, he gropes you followed by the telltale sound of a belt unbuckling. You then feel his cock against your arse as he uses his feet to spread your legs, then he presses it between them, teasing your heat. 

Without warning he shoved himself inside you and your mouth fell open with the stretch, he’s big, instantly quelling that need you had to be filled. He groans into your ear at feeling the tightness of your needy hole, he moves inside you roughly making all sorts of noises fall from your lips and a pang of realisation through your whole body that he wasn’t being careless, but deliberate. You come undone quickly, his pace cruel and shoving you from the ledge without mercy. When your walls squeeze down on him, he groans, not relenting in his pace, fucking you through it. 

You’re just escaping the waves when a hand closes in around your throat, arching your back into him, the angle of his thrusts unspeakable. “F-fuck.” you chuckle, though it quickly breaks into a moan. His pace becomes sloppy, losing rhythm as he pounded into you, your pussy randomly fluttering around him. You’re pressed even more firmly into the wall when he cums inside you, his grip on your throat tight enough to make you choke. He grunts as he fills you, holding you still until he decides that you can move. 

When he lets go, you struggle to get your footing for a moment, turning to lean your back against the wall and looking down to be greeted with the sight of your cunt dripping with his cum. 

He looks you up and down with a smirk as he tidies himself, quick to turn his back on you and walk away down the alley, leaving you fucked out to watch him spit uncouthly on the floor at the end of the alley. 

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Or maybe you’d go for Mike, the young man in his twenties, maybe not the most experienced but certainly eager, you know you could show him a really good time and be rewarded for it tenfold. 

He notices your gaze on him, at first looking behind him thinking it must be meant for someone else. Eventually pointing to his chest and mouthing “Me?”, to which you grin and nod, beckoning him over to where you stood at the bar.   

He cocks his head slightly, speaking close to you to make sure he’s heard. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” From right next to you he’s confronted by your revealing clothes, his mind buffering when he catches sight of your nipples, that fabric wasn’t doing anything. 

You shake your head, smirking as confusion flickers across his face, “That’s not why I asked you over.” Your tone reeks of sex, sultry voice almost instantly making him hard. You place a hand on his waist, feeling the firmness of his body. 

He brings his head closer, “Yeah? Why did you then?”, it’s attempted nonchalance but exposes a little uncertainty. And then you’re pressing up against him properly, your hand moving down low enough to see his eye glaze with lust. 

“For some fun. You wanna have some fun?” The way he’s looking at you makes you rub your legs together, he was definitely down for it. He nods keenly, letting you take his hand and following your scantily clad form through the bar, outside to the dark alley. A small part of him wonders if you were going to mug him, but it’s drowned by the aching horniness that overcomes him, especially when he clocks the lack of panties under your skimpy dress.

Not letting go of his hand, you pull him towards you in the alley, loving how his form locks you in, unwittingly keeping you backed against this wall. Even in the low light you could see his face was hot, so you place your hand behind his head and drag his lips to yours, showing him that he was welcome. He obliges and it’s not long before he’s grinding his hips into you, his arousal evident and spurring on your own.

You press your tongue in his mouth, loving how he reciprocated with a large hand on your breast, quickly becoming frustrated with the fabric partition and hooking his fingers under the straps of the dress, pulling it down, making a noise of appreciation as his skin came into contact with yours. 

His exploration is completely stunted when you take hold of his cock, squeezing and massaging him. 

“Ah- god damn.” He groans, burying his head in your neck where he sloppily kissed the skin, hoping the action would disguise how your touch was forcing embarrassing noises from him. You hold his head against you, using your free hand to pull down his trousers and free his hard cock, he feels impressive in your hand and you smirk looking forward to feeling him inside your greedy hole. 

You begin stroking him, slowly at first but building up to a substantial pace which he met halfway by rocking into your hand. All the pretty little noises from him were driving you wild, making arousal leak from between your legs. He pulls his eyes back up to yours, a needy look on his face, not stopping the thrusts against your palm. “Shi- can I fuck you?” he asks, trying not to let it appear too desperate but if you continue like this he wouldn’t have much left in him. 

Grinning, you grab his hand, pushing it under your skirt and letting him feel how much you wanted it. The second he felt your slick he was lost in it, rubbing delicious circles against your clit whilst he lined up with your pussy, trailing his tip through your slit to coat himself in you.

Muttering profanity he pushed his tip inside you, moaning at the tightness, you ended up matching his noises as he spread your walls to make room for his thick cock. He took his time fully sheathing inside, your heat feeling amazing around him. But once he bottomed out, a needy boyish nature took hold and he found a greedy pace, repeatedly shoving himself deep inside not giving you any respite. 

You’re forced to keep up with him, giggling cut off by gasps as you quickly realise he was going to make you cum damned quickly. Eagerly he hooked his hips under you, scooping you up slightly and leaving you to wrap your legs around him, filling you to the brim with his dick. You’re close, his body flush against you teasing your clit in the most perfect way to throw you off your ledge. 

He’s so lost in how you feel around him, chasing his own pleasure, that when you cum and your back arches against him it catches him off guard. Your walls clamping down, making him groan shamelessly. You can tell he’s close from the change in his pace and wanting to give him the best time going, you push him back, his cock slipping out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing due to the lack of fullness. 

From there you slide down to your knees, enthusiastically taking his cock between your lips, both your hands stroking his base, needy for his cum. It doesn’t take long, your tongue swirling his head giving him no choice but to roll his hips into your mouth right on the brink of his end. And he cums buried in your mouth, coating your tongue in his release, his hand holding your hair keeping you pressed against him until he could bear to move. 

When he lets go and you pull away, you open your mouth for him, showing off the mess he’d made before swallowing, not breaking eye contact. He stumbles back against the other wall, fixing himself whilst smiling, more than happy with himself. 

You do your best to hide the mess you’d become, pulling your dress back down. Cockily placing a hand on his arm as you go to walk past, leaning to press a much too demure kiss against his cheek. 

A/n: hope you enjoyed, this was a spur of the moment idea that probably isn't as clean as I envisioned lmao. Xx

[dilucs-princess]

Steve Raglan shoving you over his desk, shoving his cock into your tight little pussy. After all, he had so much pent-up stress and anger. All those losers who come to his office, complaining about not having a job when it's their fault or completely uninterested when he tried to help them. Grabbing your hair as he thrusts deep inside you, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you clenched around him so wonderfully. A soft groan of "Fuck, you're so good for me, (y/n), Guess I was right in taking you in as a little secretary, hm?" You could only nod as pleasure overtook you, beautiful moans slipping from your lips as he kissed and bit your neck harshly

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

William Afton x Reader (SMUT)

this is a very dark fic • includes all the things we associate with w.a. including murder, blood, emotional/mental manipulation, as well as a reader who is so enraptured by william, she is willing to kill for him. read with caution. ♥️

Blood spilled across your hands, the slippery crimson liquid dripping warm between your fingers to the floor. It splashed across the wall beside you, thick and syrupy ropes painting the room a lucent shade of red.

William smiled proudly from his place by the doorway, hands causally sheathed in his pockets, savoring his girl. You were always beautiful to him, but never more so than in moments like this…with your lips trembling excitedly, eyes blown wide open, your pretty cheeks freckled with someone else’s blood.

He started toward you, taking care not to step on your victim as their lifeless body slumped to the floor. William took your hands in his, gently removing his knife from your grasp. The pressure his shoes made in the blood pooled at your feet produced a wet, squelching sound. William wiped the knife clean and returned it to the inner pocket of his jacket. His deep blue eyes danced over you with awe. “Just look at you,” he marveled, cupping your face between his calloused palms. “Just look at my fuckin’ girl…”

Your heart raced wildly, a sense of pride washing over you. Gaining William’s approval made your head feel tipsy, a delicious kind of high only pleasing him could induce. He gently pulled his thumb across your cheek, smearing your lips in blood, tracing their shape as if applying a lipstick. William’s eyes slid over you, a satisfied grin turning the corners of his mouth. “Beautiful,” he said. William pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking into the warm bed of your mouth. The kiss was filthy, not for its explicitness, but for its context. The bitter flavor of a dead man’s blood sank over your tastebuds, shared between your mouth and William’s like a sacrament.

He cupped a hand over your breast, squeezing the fleshy mound roughly, pulling a pained but grateful whimper from your throat. In moments like this, no amount of guilt could make you stop killing for William. His tests of your loyalty may have been extreme; but they were effective. At this point, leaving William would have been impossible, even if you’d wanted to. He’d orchestrated so many killings for you…stained your hands with so much blood, it could never be washed away. The evidence William had against you was extensive. If you ever strayed from his grasp, he could cast your sins into the light, for all the world to see. William’s tests worked. Your loyalty to him was absolute. He’d purchased your devotion at a very high price: the cost of a human life, many times over…

William cradled your head in his large palm, clutching the back of your hair. His teeth sank over your bottom lip, tugging it lower, using the angle to his advantage and plunging his tongue deeper inside your mouth. The deep penetration of his tongue forced the sour taste of blood too far, and you gagged. His grip on the back of your head increased, locking you in place, using your mouth while rhythmically squeezing and releasing your breast.

Just when you felt you might choke, William pulled back. He slid an arm under your ass and hoisted you up, carrying you over the mess on the floor. William walked with you into the hallway, kicking the door of his office closed behind him.

At the end of the hall, a flood of neon colors awaited you. The main dining and arcade area of Freddy’s may have been empty, but it was certainly not dead. William liked to treat you, after successfully completing one of his tests, with a personal Freddy’s experience. You had the entire arcade all to yourself, all night long. He placed you back on your feet, and helped you out of your blood-spattered clothing. William spat on a napkin, emblazoned with the restaurant’s logo, and used it to wipe your face clean of blood. He balled up your clothes and stuffed them in the trash bin. He’d burn them later, along with the body in his office.

William pulled up a chair for himself at the nearest table, and removed a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. Once lit, he took a long, contented drag, and blew the smoke towards his beautiful young protégé. Standing stark naked, your body illuminated by the gleam of stage lights at your back and his cigarette smoke swirling around you, William could have mistaken you for an angel.

He saw the excitement in your eyes, the gleeful impatience that had you shifting from foot to foot. You’d passed another of his tests; it was time for your reward. William grinned knowingly, waving his hand at the arcade around you. He slid a cup full of tokens across the table, which you excitedly snatched up. “Alright baby,” William said with a smile. “Go play.”

You squealed with joy and skipped over to your favorite machine, ready for a night of fun. William sat back comfortably, enjoying both his cigarette and the sight of your naked body prancing around his restaurant. After he’d let you play awhile, teasing his dick with your body and his hand, William would bend you over one of the machines and fuck your brains out.

He’d grown to love the pure devotion you gave him. At first, William had been put off by your relentless interest in him. He’d been your employer at the time, and you had been just another pretty little waitress he’d hired for your tits rather than your experience. It didn’t take William long, however, to realize that the obsessive crush you had on him could be used to his advantage. What a devoted pet you’d be, he’d imagined, willing to do whatever was asked of you, sexually or otherwise.

Your position as a waitress had been ‘upgraded,’ to that of William’s mistress, and soon after, his accomplice. Knowing that you’d kill for him was the ultimate stroke of William’s ego, the most delicious proof that he’d found a playmate just as depraved as himself.

As you excitedly called out to William that you’d reached the high score on a particularly challenging machine, he clapped his approval and congratulated you. “That’s my girl,” William murmured. He stamped out his cigarette, and casually made his way across the floor to where you were standing. He wasn’t in any sort of rush; he had all night to fuck you every way imaginable.

So as his big hands came to rest warm on your bare hips, the outline of his erection prodding your ass, it came as no surprise to you. You bit your lip excitedly, arching your back and wiggling your ass so William’s cock was positioned between your cheeks. He leaned over your back, his hand sliding around your throat and closing just tightly enough to make you moan. His chest was flush with your back, your body bent forward over the machine you were playing.

“Go on baby; you know what to do,” William murmured at your ear, nuzzling your neck. “Keep playing. Don’t stop on account of me…” His free hand worked his pants undone, wrapping around his thick, leaking cock as his other hand lightly clutched your throat. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth finding your earlobe in a gentle bite. William guided his tip between your folds, wetting his cock with your creamy arousal, before dragging his tip upward between your asscheeks.

“M’gonna help you get that high score again, sweetheart,” William lewdly whispered, his fingers tapping against your pulse. With a squeak of delight, you braced yourself for the sting of him stretching you. William slid a token inside the machine’s slot, a burst of lights and sounds signaling a new game was ready to be played. You wrapped your hands around the game’s controllers, pressing the “A,” button to begin, followed by William pressing his cock past the barrier of your tight, puckering hole…

[fromduck]

Mrs. Afton’s Daily Life: ONE

Warnings: Age-Gap, Unhealthy Relationships, Unplanned Pregnancy, William being manipulative, NSFW mention, Physical Abuse towards Reader (not from William), Unedited, Very Problematic Behavior™ Overall,

A/N: Ok ngl not too proud of this but please enjoy!

If you were to ask William Afton what were his biggest blessings in life, with zero hesitation the man would answer his wife. He blindly believes that he is also a blessing in her life. 

However.

His obsession with her had ruined her life. 

He had met her when she was eighteen, a beautiful face that he was enamored with immediately. Her shy but kind demeanor had him wrapped around her little finger. He had only talked to her once before he had started to stalk her. The college she would be attending, where she worked, where she lived, everything. He kept track of where she was all the time and he had never felt happier. 

His booming business at Afton Robotics and the Freddy Fazbear Franchise were the second thing that brought him joy, now it was her. 

Then he approached her, all nervous even though he was twenty seven and a tall man. It seemed to a degree, he had the same effect on her. Not as obsessive as he was, but she still loved him nonetheless. 

Even when her friends told her he was not good for her when he was almost a decade older than her. Not even when people would give them concerned looks when they would see her innocent face and his lecherous hold on her. 

Her parents were old fashioned and would be furious if they found out she was with someone way older, is what she told him when he asked to meet them.

He respected her wish but that didn’t deter him from making himself comfortable in her life. They would meet him one way or another because he would be the man who would marry her. Whether they liked it or not. 

He started to take up too much space in her life. The free time she would go with friends or enjoy her solitude, we’re all ignored in dedication to him. She was never alone for he would always be right behind her.

He would whisper venom in her ears, telling her how all she needed was him and that the rest were insignificant. As the naive little rabbit she was, she clung onto every word he spewed from that treacherous mouth. 

She hadn’t realized how she was losing herself to him until she was given a rude awakening. 

The ringing of her telephone had woken her from her sleep, the loud tone ripping her from her blissful sleep.

Her friend, who she hadn’t talked to since she started dating William, had begged her to come to her college because her boyfriend was screaming at one of the professors.

She remembered faintly, as she laid on his bare chest after he made love to her. She confessed that her professor had spoken to the directors of a university she wanted to attend. She smiled happily at how grateful she was towards her professor for he had made it possible for her to take a step forward to her dream career. 

The talk of her dream school was always a sensitive topic around William. It was states away and he had been adamant on wanting her here. He had assumed she wouldn’t be able to attend because she had stayed quiet. But now…

She should have known something was wrong when his grip had tightened on her and he had not responded. 

When she came to her class, she had been shocked to see William pummeling the poor professor to the ground. Two students were trying to rip him away but his big stature made it impossible.

It was only until she cried out for him to stop that the all consuming rage he was in stopped. 

Seeing her terrified eyes spilling with tears as she begged him to stop hitting the old man made him feel regretful.

Not the old man’s blood on his hands or the traumatized faces of the college students watching. Those big e/c eyes looking at him with fear was what made him regret his decision. 

The poor man who had done nothing but help Y/N get a step closer to fulfilling her dreams was crying weakly from the agonizing pain of his broken face bleeding heavily. 

He was all but forgotten, as William stepped over his body towards the cowering little lady. 

She looked fearful of him as he clasped her face in his bloodied hands. The crimson color smeared against her tear-stained cheeks. 

“My dear please. This man wanted to separate us. He wanted to send you to that horrible school where you would be far away from me. Don’t you see how this would hurt us?” He tried to sway her with soothing words, the way he would always be able to manipulate her into doing what he wanted.

But not today.

She screamed and pushed him away as she ran out of the building.  He wanted to pursue her but he was tackled down by a police officer he hadn’t even seen sneaking up in him.

The gut wrenching scream he let out haunted her as she jumped in her car and sped off.

Everything seemed to go downhill from there. The professor who was assaulted had quit his job, for fear of being hurt in a place he deemed safe. He refused to answer to any of his students, especially to Y/N as she desperately tried to contact him.

She was worried for the well being of the man who had helped her. The man she had seen as a father figure when her own had looked down at her for being a woman. 

The professor did not want to see her and she could do nothing but wallow in misery of the lost connection. 

She was also scared of Willaim. She knew how controlling he was and against her furthering her education. She didn’t even want to see him.

She had not talked to William since that day. She had thought he would have been arrested but the constant calls she received from him proved otherwise.

He was put into police custody for the night and was left off with a warning in the morning. The authority was nothing to him when he opened his wallet.

He tried calling her, showing up in places he knew she would be it, anything to see her.

But the little rabbit avoided him so well. It made him foam at the mouth the more he couldn’t see her. 

He wished he could continue to hunt her down and demand why she was avoiding him but his ownership at the pizzeria took up most of his time. 

Until one day she called him after three weeks of silence.

“I’m pregnant.” She whimpered, “I thought the pill worked! But I called the company and they told me there was the risk that sometimes it won’t work and-“

His head was rushing with thoughts. 

Pregnant. She was pregnant. 

He never thought much of fatherhood but just thinking of a cute chubby baby with black hair and her big e/c eyes. He felt his possessiveness grow, a feeling to have her with him at an instant.  

“I’m going to abort it, I’m going to my dream school and I just can’t take care of a baby right now. I felt that you should know.” 

And just like that she went along and ruined it. She ruined it by running away from him and now she wanted to kill the product of their love.

He wouldn’t let her. But this time he would play his cards right. 

“I understand,” he feigned his tone, “when and where will you do it? I’ll pay for it.” He knew she wouldn't be able to afford an abortion, being a college student and her traditionalist parents would have a meltdown if she asked them to help her pay for her abortion. Meanwhile his earnings from the Fazbear company left him with too much money for him to handle. He usually would spend it spoiling her but now he would have to support the little baby growing inside her.

As the naive little bunny she was, she told him where she planned to abort the baby. 

After the call he dialed another number.

He knew it would break her heart, the things he would do to her. But it was for the best.

The morning of the planned abortion, Y/N had received a call from the director of her college.

When she was met by the cold tone of the director of her college, her eyes began to water.

“What are these accusations?” Her lip trembled, “I would never do such a thing!”

“Ms. L/N, the anonymous tip we received has enough evidence to prove you guilty of the attack of that poor old man. You're lucky your professor hasn’t decided to press charges against you.” 

“But I would never hurt him! I don’t know what got into William when he attacked him but please understand I had nothing to do with it.”

“Save your breathe L/N, like I said, the only punishment that you will receive is expulsion from our school and that school he helped you get in? They have taken back their offer, you will not be attending their institution anytime soon.”

Y/N felt her world crumble down. “Y-you can’t do that.” She said in a trembling voice, “you don’t know how hard I worked to get into that school, please understand!” She started to sob.

The unsympathetic woman only sighed disappointed,”yes and for that it's a shame such a bright woman like yourself did this. You do know this will go on your record? Good luck getting into a college that will accept you, goodbye Ms. L/N.”

Like that the phone line went dead and with it your hope and aspirations.

But the universe couldn’t leave you alone.

Before you could bury your face in your hands and cry, there was a sudden banging at your door.

“Y/N!” You hear your mother screeching at you through the door. 

The second bang to the door pushes you to run towards the door.

When you open it you’re met by your father’s disappointed face and your mother’s furious snarl.

“You little slut!” She screams at your face pushing you back.

You fall against the floor, looking at her bewildered, “w-what?” 

“How dare you spread your legs like a common whore, have you no chastity?” She grabs at your hair, dragging you to your feet. 

You tremble under her crazed stare as she shakes you,”we let you pursue your silly education and this is how you repay us?! By getting pregnant out of wedlock?! What will people say about us?!” 

A strangled cry escapes your lips as you’re thrown across the room, your mother following you with raised fists. 

She starts to slap at your face as you feebly try to cover your face. You look at your father who stares at you as your mother attacks you.

“Dad!” You cry out reaching out to him before being smacked in the face. 

He stays complacent, unwilling to help you, eyes showing no mercy.

And yet you desperately continue to call out to him, “dad-! Daddy!” Another shrill cry escapes you as your mother pulls on your hair. She drags you across the room livid out of her mind. 

“If you’re such a whore, I’ll treat you like one! I’m going to strip you naked in the streets so that everyone can see how you have disgraced yourself! You little bitch!” You cry out as she starts to rip at your clothes.

“No stop! Stop it!” The flowery blouse that William had gifted you tears under her harsh grip.

Cheeks flush in embarrassment as you cover your chest as she begins to rip at your skirt.

“STOP!” You screech as you sock her right in her face. She stumbles backwards silently, spitting out a tooth. You cover your mouth in shock, not meaning to hurt her so badly. 

The look she gives you is reminiscent of a wild animal as she lunges at you.

“THAT’S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!” A bigger body covers you from the incoming attack, the familiar British accent you know rough with rage. 

William shoves the woman to the ground, his eyes screaming murder as he shakes with rage.

“How dare you attack my pregnant wife like that you stupid cunt!” He spits at her as grabs her by the neck, lifting her off the ground. She grabs at his neck as his grip tightens. 

Your mother’s predatory gaze shrivels up into prey as she starts to beg for him to let go. You’re still stunned from her attacks, cupping the bruises on your face. Your father finally intervenes to save your mother, successfully getting her out of Willliam’s deadly grip.

“You’re a disgrace of a mother and I never want you to come near us again.” He threatened, “or else I won’t hold back next time.” 

The older couple glanced at each other before silently walking away. Tails tucked between their legs. 

As he watches them walk away, he hears your silent sobs as you wobbly get up. 

He runs back to your side, hugging you in his arms. “It’s ok, I'm right here.” He picks you up in a princess carry, carrying you back to your house.

You’re too distraught to notice how he locks the door behind him and how his eyes hold a satisfied look.

Getting to your room, he places you on the bed gently before turning to your cloth drawers. He takes out one of his shirts (that he’s mildly surprised you still have some of his clothes) and turns to you. He gets you out of the ruined clothes and into the shirt that dwarfs you in size. 

“Sweety let me see.” He mumbles gripping your chin to see the extent of the bruises on your face. Your poor lovely face was ruined by the wretch. When he had sent the recording of your conversation about getting rid of his child, (for he recorded all of your messages and calls together, he always wanted to remember every word you shared.) he had sent the recording to your parents in the form of a tape. He was grateful for her parents being old fashioned, because they had made his plan of locking her in with him that much easier. They would disown her and she would have no one to turn to. He made sure of that by getting her kicked out of her college and the offer of that horrible dream school. He went a step further by going to her workplace and sending in her letter of renouncement. He had mimicked the way she wrote and forged her signature at the end of the letter. The manager had taken it as believable and n had packed up all her working supplies in a box for him. A box that he would dump in a trash can, she would no longer need it in her future with him. He made sure to visit all of her friends and tell them lies about how Y/N never liked them. He would venomously lie about how Y/N only was friends with them to take advantage of them. They were all disgusted and vowed to never talk to her again. She was completely alone.

And finally he took care of her planned abortion. He had called the place and put on his most pitiful acting. He had told them that the woman who planned it (his girlfriend) had decided to keep it and would be moving states with him pretty soon. Which was all a lie, but the overworked employer had only responded with a monotone “ok.” 

There was some truth to his lie, he did plan on taking her somewhere far away from her here. He would convince her that all those silly dreams she had were nothing and that she would be most happy as his housewife. 

He held her as she silently cried in his chest, the sick bastard taking advantage of her vulnerability by telling her that she was alone and her future was over. How no one else wanted her but him. He would protect her from all the bad if she just did this one little thing for him.

“Marry me and keep our child.” He had murmured in her ears, “if you do this, it will make me very happy.” She had been shocked out of mind, ripping herself away from him and staring at him with horrified eyes. 

“I-I can’t! I’m too young to marry and I don’t want to be a mother!” The warm look in his eyes immediately disappeared, making his onyx eyes even darker. 

“Then I will leave you like everyone else. Don’t you see? I’m all you have now, you won’t be able to get a stable job, you have no money, you have no friends, no parents. I’m. All. You.  Have.” He hissed out grabbing her by the cheeks and squishing them together. Her teary eyes welling up as she whimpered, his eyes softened for a fraction before they hardened again.

“If you don’t do this for me, I will leave you and you will never hear from me ever again.” Of course that was a complete lie, she had no choice but to marry him. He would have her as his, willingly or forcefully. He much preferred willingly but he had no problem taking her forcefully.

“Don’t go!” She cried out clinging onto him, his lips twitching into a smile for he knew he had won.

“I’ll marry you, I’ll keep this baby but please don’t leave me!” She cried out, “you’re all I have!” 

Once he knew she had accepted her place in his life, he had wrapped his arms around her. “Shh shh, that’s a good girl.” He reached into his pocket, taking out a small black box. He took her hand into his and slipped on the diamond ring on her ring finger. He placed a kiss on her hand as he cupped her face, “I will make you happy and you will never want for anything else when you’re with me.” 

He had forced his place in her life, making him an immovable force. After that day he had packed all her things into his truck and had carried her to it. He drove for days to their new home, one of his properties near the Fazbear establishment. He had been thinking of moving there for a while, thanks to the close distance but never did because he was dating Y/N. Now he had a good reason for that would be the place he would keep her and the baby safe.

When they made it to the house he had held her close to his chest. He placed both her hands on her stomach before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You will not regret this.”

He had married her when she was eighteen and he was twenty seven. The wedding was a private matter with only his business partner Henry as a witness to the marriage.

William chose to ignore how Henry had stared wide eyed at how young his bride to be was. 

Instead he basked in the sight of his blushing bride who had looked at him with big e/c eyes as she said, “I do.”

The baby would be born in October and William felt that his life was complete. As his wife smiled at him tiredly from the harsh hours of labor. 

A baby boy with his tufts of black hair and rosy cheeks stared up at him. Unfortunately, he didn’t inherit his mother’s pretty e/c eyes but instead his plain black ones. His son was the spitting image of him, from his little nose to the shape of his mouth. The only thing he inherited from his mother was her skin color and the texture of her hair. 

William had only sighed internally, ‘oh well, the next one will look like her.’ 

He leaned down to place a kiss on his little forehead, his son’s black eyes widening before he started to cry out for his mother. 

His poor wife practically sat up despite the soreness of childbirth and reached out her hands. “Please give me back Michael.” 

He raised an eyebrow, before placing the weeping baby into her arms, “thought of a name already, have you?” 

She shyly smiled, “I really like the name Michael.”

The next years flew by fast. She accepted her role as his housewife and mother like he knew she would. He would come home from a long day at work to his lovely wife making dinner and his babbling son reaching for him from his high chair. He felt blissful in his new life, the Fazbear company was running along smoothly, he had a cute son and a cuter wife that he obsessed over. Other than a few disagreements with her over her going back to school (how he wished she would just give up) everything went by fine. 

He was able to convince her to give him two more children to add to their little family. This time around they looked like exact copies of his beautiful Y/N. The little boy, which he had named Evan, inherited those big e/c eyes he adored and he was an exact replica of his darling wife. Ever since Michael decided he was a big boy and that being babied by his dad (but not his mom) was not cool, William had defeatedly accepted that his days of cuddling his son were over. That was until Evan was born, who stared up at him with big e/c eyes. When William had kissed him on the forehead, the little boy had only looked back at him with wonder. In areas where Michael was a boisterous toddler that would wrestle his way out of William’s arms whenever he held him, Evan was the complete opposite. 

The sweet boy would coo at him and cuddle into his arms. He would be compliant whenever William bottle fed him. Anytime he would cry a quick reassuring word from his papa would make the tears go away. It was a bigger contrast to Michael who would throw full on tantrums and have meltdowns every other day. William would try to calm him down but would have to accept that the only way to calm him down was through the angel that was Y/N. If it was the rare day where he was left alone with his two sons, William would pray that Michael didn’t cry because he couldn’t do anything to appease him. With that William came to favor Evan more over Michael. He knew it was bad to choose favorites, but who could blame him? Michael was a little brat that took away most of the attention of Y/N and would cry whenever he didn’t get his way. Meanwhile William didn’t mind Evan taking up Y/N’s time, in his eyes Evan was just a smaller version of Y/N who could do no wrong. The little h/c haired boy had the sweetest smile reminiscent of his mother’s. His cold heart warmed a little every time he saw Evan running to him after a day at work. 

If Evan made William’s heart warm, then his little Elizabeth made his heart melt. The little girl was her mother all over again. From the pictures of his wife as a baby, the little baby girl was the spitting image. Just like with Evan, he would be a more active parent figure in her life. He would observe how Y/N would take care of her needs, from the little exercises the doctor recommended, to how Y/N would gently tie her little hairs into cute little hairstyles she would learn from the neighborhood housewives. 

Soon enough it would be him helping in brushing out her soft hair and tying them in pastel little bows. Her little excited squeals whenever he would play peek-a-boo made him die every time from adoration. He would spoil both Evan and Elizabeth in sweets and toys, giving them whatever they wanted. 

His possessiveness not only grew with his wife but it extended with his two younger children as well. So much so that he forced Evan to be homeschooled by a private tutor he had hired. He planned to do the same with Elizabeth when she started her schooling. Y/N had meekly argued that it was a necessary part of Evan’s development to be around more little kids his age. William had waved her off stating that he only needed his family. “Unless you want to have more children?” He had eyed her suggestively, she had shut down the idea, not wanting to get pregnant so soon after giving birth to her daughter. 

All of his love and devotion were centered around his wife and two younger children, that he completely neglected his oldest son. 

While Elizabeth and Evan were kept in the house, Michael was practically forced out. William put him in the public school’s kindergarten and Y/N along with his siblings would have to drop him off every morning. Those trips in the morning were more exciting compared to the boring school day he would have. On important days, Y/N would take them to McDonald’s to get them pancakes for breakfast. Even though William had forbide them from going there, for being direct competitors against Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Michael would be surrounded by the smiling faces of his mother, little brother, and baby sister. Every time he would be dropped off, he would whine when his mother would tell him to kiss her and his siblings goodbye. He would always be discreet and make sure none of his classmates would see him. He didn’t need them to make fun of him more than they already did. These loving moments between his mother and siblings would overshadow his depressing relationship with his father.

William would pick him up from school, but instead of the joyous smile his father would give his siblings, he would just grunt ‘how was school?‘ To which Michael would blandly remark, ‘good.’ For he knew that his father was completely uninterested in whatever he had to say.

Even at the young age of five, Michael had realized that he was unwanted by his father.

He never could understand why his father looked at him with indifference when he was practically wrapped around his younger siblings’ fingers. Michael had wondered that if he had the same eye and hair color of his siblings, if his father would have loved him more. If he looked more like his mother would his father give him the time of day? Y/N, aware of the unfair treatment that his son was facing from his father, doubled down on her parenting. In areas where William would ignore Michael whenever he was at home, Y/N made sure to reach out towards him and ask him how he was feeling. She would spoil him by making his favorite foods and desserts. Whenever she would wake up to his small sniffling in the night, she would leave the tight grip of her husband and enter his room. Each and every time she would hold him and calm him down. Whether it would be a nightmare or his sadness from being alone at school or the absence of his father, she wouldn’t leave until he calmed down. Sometimes he would bury himself in the comfort of his mother’s embrace and ask her to not leave until he falls asleep. Half-asleep already, Y/N would mumble an agreement before drifting off to sleep as well.

It would not be until the morning where she would be shaken awake by William. His face pulled into a frown as he stared disapprovingly of her leaving their bed. 

Now sure they had their disagreements. Originally they were around his refusal to let her go back to college but those ended when Y/N had given up. Now they were centered around Michael.

“The teacher said he got into a fight today.” Y/N had mentioned as she folded her children’s clothes, “she says he’s been having issues with getting along with the other children. He always spends his time alone at school.” 

William had just shrugged off her concerns, “Y/N kids fight. It’s a normal part of life and sometimes the violent response is the better option. As for the no friends part- Just look at me! I didn’t have any friends all my schooling years and I turned out fine! Doesn’t sound like anything bad to me.” 

Y/N looked at him bewildered, “William I’m sorry you had to experience that but he’s a little boy! I don’t want him to get into fights or be alone all the time…”

William just sighed, “well you’re a better mother than my mum was if you think that way..” 

Her pretty e/c eyes nervously looked down at the folded pile, the way she bit her lip was the signal that she was about to say something that William wasn’t going to like. 

“Listen, the school semester just started and it’s not too late to enroll Evan..”

William’s neutral expression turned into a scowl.  “We are not going to enroll Evan in a public school. He’s doing just fine in homeschooling.” 

Y/N shook her head as she turned her attention to him, her e/c eyes filled with an unyielding determination.

“His tutor retired and hiring another one is a bigger hassle than simply enrolling him in the public school. Besides, Michael won’t be alone anymore and he’d at least have his brother with him at school.”

“No,” William glowered, “Evan will not go to school. I will find him another bloody tutor even if it costs me more. My word is final.” 

It would seem that William had gotten soft on her over the years for she didn’t submit to his demands as easily as she used to.

“Every time we drop Michael off at school, Evan’s always asks when he will get to go there. Don’t you see, William? Evan wants to go to school and he wants to play with the other children. He misses his brother all day long and he’s bored out of his mind with just the tutor! A little boy shouldn’t be trapped in a house and Lord knows I can’t entertain him all the time! My hands are full with Elizabeth. He deserves to have fun all the time instead of short periods of time when Elizabeth takes her naps!” She takes a deep inhale of air from her outburst before calming down.

William’s stares shocked her. His previous ire melting away to guilt. He hadn’t realized how his decision to keep Evan at home caused bigger issues. Just imagining his poor boy bored out of his mind and his sweet Y/N trying her best to maintain both he and his sister at the same time. He hadn't realized this for he was at work all the time.

“Fine.” William grumbled, “you can enroll him in school.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, thinking she had to beg on her knees to get him to agree.

“Thank you,” she says leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips.

He leaned in, grabbing at her hips, squeezing the plentiful flesh. Many men say that pregnancy ruins their wives, but William wholeheartedly disagrees. Not only did she give him two beautiful children and Michael, but her figure had also drastically changed.

Her once thin body had flourished with the pregnancy weight. Her hips had gotten wider which he always grabbed to pull her close to him. She had a cute little tummy that he would squeeze whenever she was cooking. She would always squeal and hit him out of embarrassment but he would only kiss her cheek. Not to mention her thighs were so pillowy and soft. Oftentimes William would daydream at work about said thighs. Of having her thighs wrapped around his head as he went to town on her sweet cunt. 

Her ass and breasts had gotten larger, enough of the times he would smack her on the ass whenever she would be bent down helping Michael with his homework. She would glare at him while he gave her a mischievous look.

Not to mention the beautiful rack of tits she possessed. After a long day at work, he felt that it was worth it if it meant he could bury his face between her breasts. He loved to fondle them between his large hands, knowing there would be plenty of soft flesh for him to grab.

She would always whine at him to be gentle for she didn’t want to accidentally lactate. ‘It’s so embarrassing,’ she would hitch out between moans as he squeezed her breasts. Between the rough pounding of his hips against hers, she would squirm away from his kisses that would tickle her neck all the way to her chest. He would never suck on her nipples but he would suck hickies all over her breasts. Small bruises littering her heaving breasts as she cried out as he played with her little clit. The intense rubbing of his fingers on the bundle of nerves, his kisses on her chest, and the harsh thrusts he would deliver to her weeping core had her crying out as she orgasmed. 

Her warm insides would clench on his member, so tightly enough for him groan as he released inside her. Their soft panting is the only sound in the room. He would lean in to kiss her on the lips, tongue sneaking into her panting mouth as she reciprocated the kiss. 

Just like now as she leans away from the kiss.

“Thank you William.” She softly smiled as she walked away to get started on dinner. He stares mesmerized by the swaying of her hips. He made a mental note to hire a babysitter soon. One that could take the children away for a day or two so that he could make himself home in her warm cunt. It’s been a while since they last made love, they were too busy with the children and the stress of keeping quiet to keep their children in the unknown. He swore that the minute they were out of the house he was going to rip her from her clothes and start fucking her where ever they were at. It didn’t matter if they were at the entrance of the house or the kitchen. He was going to batter her pussy so good that she would be crying out in overstimulation. It had been a while since he had overstimulated her, he couldn’t wait to hear her cry out for him to give her a break from their love making. He would have fucked her in so many positions, Full Nelson, Doggstyle, you name it. When she’s beg for him to stop pounding into her sensitive cunt, he’d only respond by locking her in a mating press that would definitely guarantee her getting pregnant with his fourth child-

He needed to hire a babysitter as soon as possible.

The day of Evan’ first day of school was unlike no other. You had taken the children to McDonalds as per tradition. You sipped on your hot coffee as you watched Evan fidget from the corner of your eye. He had been so excited to finally attend a school where there would be many children his age. He had talked about it non stop these past days, going on to annoy his older brother with his questions. “It’s not as great as you think it is,” Michael grumbled out. His negative commentary was ignored by Evan running around the house with stars in his eyes.

That excited energy he had leading up to his first day of school had vanished when he got onto the drive there.

Now he nervously fidgeted with the toy he got from the happy meal. Anxiously awaiting for the ride to be over. When you had parked the car in the parking lot you turned around to give him a warm smile. The sweet boy only smiled nervously back, as he glanced at the many kids who were already walking in with their parents. Michael had told you beforehand he felt embarrassed walking in with Evan on his first day, so you gave him the go ahead to walk in first.  He had quickly kissed your cheek and leaned in the back seat to kiss Elizabeth’s chubby cheek. She let out a giggle as she cooed at him. His black eyes softened for a moment before his eyes turned to Evan. He gave him a quick nod which the smaller boy reciprocated. He hopped out of the car with a “see you later.” Being in second grade he already was familiar with his school and felt confident enough to walk alone. 

Evan watched after him owlishly, impressed by how cool his older brother looked walking without any of their parents. He wanted to be just like him. 

“Evan.” You softly say, his big e/c eyes snap back onto your own. His worried little face 

reminded you of how you felt when it was your first day of school. You nostalgically remember how your mother had forced you into an uncomfortable dress and had pulled your hair into a tight ponytail. You remember how your parents had just left you in front of the school before driving off. You were lost on your first day and arrived late to your classroom. The teacher had grabbed your hand tightly and had pulled out a ruler to smack your arm red and raw. You remember the humiliation as the other children laughed at you as tears ran down your chubby cheeks.

Suddenly Evan’s not the only anxious person in the car as you start to worry about him. Was this a good idea? Should you have just let William find him another tutor so that he can continue being homeschooled? What if the other children started to bully him? What if one of the teachers hit him? The times were different now where teachers weren’t allowed to hit their students. But Lord help you, you may not be able to fight any little kids, but you would jump on any teacher who even thought about hurting your baby. 

“Mama.” His soft voice echoed in the car, “I think I’m ready.” His determined e/c eyes that reminded you so  much of your own. Your anxieties melted away once you realized how he was trying his best to remain brave. Even if he was anxious, he was pushing through to be able to go to school. If he was willing to go through with it, then so were you.

“Ok, give mama a quick second to get your sister out of her seat.”

You pushed Elizabeth in her stroller as you walked onto the elementary school. Evan clung onto your dress as his big eyes took in the sights around him. He resembled a scared little rabbit as he watched the many boisterous children running around in the play area and the swarms of them everywhere.

You knew it would be hard for him to adjust to a new environment. He was going from only seeing his family to the many children and new faces at the school. Many people stopped to watch as the pretty lady and her equally pretty children walked on campus. All of them were allured by their soft looking h/c hair and dazzling e/c eyes. Noticing how people were staring at him, Evan hid his head in your dress as you walked. You let out a chuckle, used to the attention you would receive when you would go anywhere with your children. There was a reason William was possessive of you three and kept you all close to him. Even before you were married to him, he was conscious of the many people who would ogle you shamelessly and only stop when he would give them a death glare. 

Once you made it to his classroom, you had already spotted the kindergarten teacher who taught Michael when he first started kindergarten. Next to her a lady holding a clipboard was giving passing children a strained grin. Her smile seemed to tighten as she saw you three approaching. “This must be Evan Afton! How are you, little man?” Evan’s teacher grinned at him. Evan shyly smiled, mumbling a  “good, thank you.” 

The kind man looked at you, “I’ll be getting him settled in while you fill out the paperwork with Mrs. Priscilla over here.” The woman gives you a nod of acknowledgement. “Alright Evan, I’ll be leaving you here with your teacher. Remember that if you need anything, just ask him to call me and I’ll be here as soon as I can. You’ll be able to find Michael during break time.” You got done on one knee, bringing him to your chest. You leave a smooch on his cheek that makes him blush from embarrassment as other children start to get in the classroom, “remember I love you and I hope you have fun on your first day here! Ok?” He nods embarrassed, already pulling away from you. His teacher chuckles at his behavior, “alright kiddo, I have to introduce you to the class!” 

As he takes your son to his class, he looks back at you unsure. You give him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up that makes him reciprocate the gesture. 

Even if he looked to be in good hands, you can’t help but let out a wavering breath, the small part in you worrying that something bad will happen to him. Then again, you felt the same nervous feeling dropping off Michael in preschool, in kindergarten, in first grade, and in second grade. 

The nerves would probably never go away, but they would get easier with time. 

The lady next to you calls for your attention, “right this way miss.” You had forgotten she was there, you follow after her into the office.

Once you're done filling out the information for Evan you hand the information to the lady. She gives you a tight lipped smile, “thank you for filling this out. I’ll be sure to put it into the system for it to be easier to register him in for the next few years.”

She begins to type into her computer, as you walk out with Elizabeth. 

She stops for a second before she calls out again, “and please tell your father to park his car before picking up his son. It’s dangerous for Michael to be getting in his car in the middle of a busy street.” You stop in your tracks confused at her words, “my father?”

The last you’ve heard of your father was through your mother calling you and telling you of his death. She had blamed you for his demise claiming that the stress of having a whore as a daughter had shortened his life span. You had only blocked her number from contacting you again.

So it was understandable to say you were confused on how your deceased father would be able to pick up your son from school when his dead body was buried a couple of states over. 

She glanced from her computer, pulling down her glasses. “William Afton?” She said  questionly.

You almost gasped out loud from the misunderstanding. All you could do is stand there, gaping at her as she looked puzzled from your shock.

There was no way from the times you’ve called and interacted with the school that they had assumed William was your father. 

Even though there was almost a decade age difference, he was too young to even be considered your father. He didn’t even look like he could be your father! 

“I’m sorry there seems to be a misunderstanding!” You tell her, “William Afton isn’t my father, he’s my husband!”

The look of horror on her face made you feel self conscious as she quickly opened a bin of files. After shifting through them, she pulls out one file where she quickly shifts through it.  Once she pulls out a sheet of paper that you assume is the list of your phone number and William’s phone number that she gasps out. Her eyes horrified at seeing your name highlighted as the mother of Michael and Evan. She had assumed you were nothing but a sister to the little boys.

You almost bury your face in your hands from embarrassment when she gives you a pitied look, “my apologies��I assumed you were a cousin or a sister to the little boys.”

(Translation: She lets out a scream, “you’re married to that piece of shit?!” ) 

“It’s alright..” you say, gripping the stroller as Elizabeth begins to squirm, wanting to get out and stretch out her legs. 

As you leave, you can hear her whisper, "poor woman.” 

[b-lairington]

need an obsessed william afton or mike schmidt to take me from my home ✨️

[fl3shm4id3n]

Here is a William Afton x reader fic idea.

Where his wife passed away and he was barely getting started with the Pizzeria plan and he didn't want to leave Vanessa by herself. So he hired a Nanny. Here comes the reader, who's a 'nanny' from the agency. But William is immediately in love with her. So he hires her. They seemed to like each other, then later they ended up getting engaged shortly after and getting married.

Then William catches on that she is only interested in his money and is planning on killing him. But he doesn't confront her, instead he lets it go on until she confesses. Then the reader gets frustrated that her husband hasn't died yet, so she decides to blow up the house, except he doesn't die because he wasn't home. So she was about to kill him by shooting him. Then William confesses that he knew what she was doing and what her intentions were.

Not only that, but the biggest reason the reader wanted to kill him is because she was actually falling for him. She didn't want to fall in love, so she really wanted to kill him so that her feelings went away. But that still didn't work, so instead of trying to kill him again, she just lets her feelings take over and actually be in love with William. Then in the future they're a murderous couple etc. (Yes I got inspiration from Debbie Jellinsky, because she's an icon and very underrated.)

[tomblythismyhusband]

Hellooo!! I got a request for billy

Its where he finds out the reader has been hurt in some way intentionally and he freaks out and treats her like glass for a little while and js takes care of her, being rlly protective from then on

wounded [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | After having a run in with some bandits, you escape wounded, leaving Billy to tend and and take care of it for you.

[warnings]: blood, violence, fluff, kissing, light teasing

[wc]: 1.2k

[note]: tysm anon for the request!! i couldn’t tell if the request meant like- reader harms herself and Billy takes care of her or not. IDK- message me if that’s what u meant bc I would be happy to write it :)

Pain bloomed in your side as you stumbled back to camp. When out riding, you came across bandits that not only slashed your side when you tried to escape, but also stole your horse.

Luckily you had also wounded one of the men in retaliation. You had shot him in the leg, leaving him at the mercy of whether or not his partner would help him walk. You had got out easy. The bandits would’ve done more to you if it wasn’t for the threat you had laid out.

“I go along with Billy the Kid’s gang so if I were you I would start runnin’.” You had yelled, aiming your gun at the men. The men’s eyes had both widened behind their bandanas. Billy was notoriously known as a ruthless killer. Of course you knew the real him, sweet, caring, soft. They whispered to each other, and then fled quickly, one man supporting the other. Leaving you standing in the desert, bleeding from your side, gun shaking in your fingers.

As you had trudged back to camp, each step felt like a knife was sinking into your flesh again. Warm blood had soaked your shirt as you tried to keep pressure on it.

Now you finally made it back to camp. Your legs were shaking, begging to collapse underneath the weight of your weary body.

“Billy-“ You choked out as you entered camp. All the other boys in the gang had left and it was evident by the empty food boxes, and quiet fields where the horses had been.

You glanced around. “Billy?” You called again, voice shaky.

You heard rustling in one of the tents and Billy poked his head out, a smile on his face. “Hey-“ His face immediately dropped, fear replacing his previous expression. Billy swiftly stood next to you, just in time as you slumped and had him support you.

“I’m sorry-“ You choked out as your head started to feel heavy. Surely you had lost a lot of blood, your vision was now fuzzy around the edges. Not a good side.

“Why are you apologizing? Don’t apologize. Come on, we need to tend to this.” Billy said urgently, starting to help you hobble over to his tent. Halfway there he scooped you up in his arms because walking wasn’t exactly the easiest at the moment.

He carried you with ease into the tent and laid you down on his cot, immediately rummaging for medical supplies. His eyes flicked to you. He kneeled down next to your lying body.

“Care to unbutton your shirt Y/n? I can’t reach the wound with it on.” Usually, you would have made a witty joke in response but you were in too much pain and could only comply with his words. You’re shaky fingers unbuttoned the buttons of the bloody shirt as Billy gently helped you sit up right to pull it off.

Your body felt cool once you were just in your bra. You could feel the wet sticky feeling of blood on your torso, and didn’t dare to look down to see the gash.

Billy laid you gently back down, sucking air through his teeth as he examined your wound.

“Is it bad?” You asked anxiously. “I couldn’t tell how far the blade went.” You felt Billy’s calloused hands on your side.

“It could be worse. It’s doable. Luckily, you won’t need stitches.” He nodded. He turned to grab a canteen of water from somewhere in the tent, popped open the lid, and poured it onto a cloth. Once the damp cloth met your skin, you tensed and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Shh… I know darlin’ I know.” Billy murmured softly as he cleaned the area of the wound. Your hands gripped the sides of the cot as he worked.

Once it was clean, Billy helped you sit up slowly as he took a roll of gauze from the medical kit. “Put your arms away from your side.” He instructed. You complied, sticking them out so they weren’t touching your body.

Billy carefully started to wrap gauze around your waist tightly. You hated the feeling of confinement but you also knew it was the only thing that could stop the bleeding.

As Billy worked you examined him. Your blood on his clothes, the worried expression pinching his brows, and the carefulness of his movements made your heart pump faster. His eyes met yours for a moment, sensing your staring and he gave you a quick smile before focusing on wrapping your wound again.

Finally, Billy had finished. He ran his hand over the now wrapped areas gingerly, causing a shiver to shoot up your spine.

“Thank you.” You finally whispered. Billy’s hand trailed down to rest on your knee as you looked down at him.

“I’m going to kill whoever did this to you.” He murmured. You let out a soft chuckle, reaching out your hand to run it over his forehead, pushing the curls that laid there away from his pretty blue eyes.

“Im sorry I should’ve been more careful-“ You started to say before Billy shook his head and took your hands in his own.

“Don’t say that. I know you're a strong, careful woman. Whatever happened, I bet you gave them worse.” You bit your lip. Billy studied your face. “How about you lie down and rest?” You gave him a pained smile.

“I don’t really feel like sleepin’... I’ll sleep only if your beside me.” Billy let out a chuckle at your stubbornness as he got out of a kneel. Thankfully the cot was big enough for two. Billy laid down carefully next to you as you situated your own body to lie down.

You felt Billy’s arm snake under your back before you fully lied down. He pulled you close, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m just glad you didn’t get more seriously hurt.” He whispered close to your ear. “I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’ able to help you.”

You gave him a reassuring nod and cupped his face with one of your hands. “I’m glad to have you, Billy.”

“Just so you know, I ain’t never lettin’ you out of my sighs again.” He joked, squeezing you close again playfully.

You couldn’t help it but to let out a giggle, moving your hand away from his face in the process. Billy’s head dipped down to kiss the tops of your breasts softly. The warm feeling of his lips on your body melted away any feeling of pain. “Now that’s just mean.. you teasin’ me like that.” You chuckled.

Billy flashed a devilish grin up at you. “Sorry, I can't help it.” He moved his head back up towards your lips, kissing them lightly. You both pulled away, noses close as your eyes studied each other. You loved how you could see the freckles that peppered his face more clearly up close.

“All right enough lovin’ you should be sleepin’.” Billy drawled. You felt his breath tickle your nose making you smile softly.

You both adjusted your lying positions to get comfy and for you, out of pain. “I love you.” You whispered. Billy smiled as he ran a hand on your face.

“Love you.”

With that you both napped away the day in each other’s arms.

[gymleaderdakota]

The Piano

(William Afton x fem reader)

Fandom-Five Night's At Freddy

Tw: Fluff, mentions of divorce, trauma dumping Will, implied mentions of sex, Morning after, William Afton is a warning himself.

Pronouns-(She/Her)

Reader is 19, Will is 40 (DILF Will)

Key:

(Y/n)-Your Name

(L/n)-Last Name

POV: (Y/n)

                I woke up to the sound of someone playing the piano, no not just anyone William Afton. I smiled softly as he played and I listened getting up. I walked to towards the sound and when I spotted him, I leaned against the door frame. He went through song after song not noticing me as he continued to play and me admiring his back and how it moved with him. I sighed softly as if this spooked him and turned around his chocolate locks bouncing with his steel blue eyes looking in my soul.

He turned red as soon as he saw I was in one of his baggy shirts. "When did you get up, love?" He asked me looking away. "About 15 minutes ago, I didn't know you could play piano." I told him as he chuckled, "Michael used to play when he was younger and Clara taught me...then when Clara divorced me I couldn't even look at one. Then I met this adorable girl at my job. She showed me things I loved again." He said as I sat next to him. "I'm getting mixed signals." I told him as he looked at me.

"I thought me sleeping with you meant I liked you. I mean you were amazing last night." He winked as I looked away. "Pervert!" I exclaimed and he laughed. "I love you too, girly." He told me. "I can never tell with you William." I told him and laid my head on his shoulder. "Maybe we should go-" "It's 9am." I told him. "Love, it's 11." He told me. "No it's not." I said and grabbed my phone, it's-11." I slipped my phone back in my pocket.

He started to play some notes and I played some as well. "Do you love me?" I asked him and he whipped his head to me his steel blue eyes looked at me. "I do (Y/n), with all my heart. Why do you ask?" He asked me. "I'm just a girl you met at your work place, I applied and you hired me on the spot without reading my experience." I told him. "So? That doesn't matter to me, (Y/n). You made me a better man, I guess only one woman could do that and that was you. (Y/n), please date me?" He asked me on the spot.

I blushed and smiled softly. "William Afton, I (Y/n) (L/n), will be your girlfriend?" I told him as his face lit up. "Really?" He asked. "Of course." I told him, he hugged me softly. "You've made me the happiest man on earth, love!" He exclaimed. I chuckled. He kissed me and I was falling deeper and deeper. I was being engulfed with William Afton...and I loved every minute of it.

{So I made this before the movie was ever planned, but I guess if you want you can see it as Movie Afton and I won’t stop you. I mean I am in love with Matthew Lillard and as a trans guy who’s gay…so does my boyfriend lmao anyone drink water stay hydrated my William simps (I am too) or else I will be in your closet tonight~TI3}

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people I write for

Gwendoline Christie characters

Pedro Pascal characters

Melissa Shemmenti

Miguel O'Hara

William Afton movie/Steve Raglan

Lady Dimitrescu/Alcina Dimitrescu

mother Miranda

moon-knight/Marc spector/Steven grant/Jake lockey

(and basically any Oscar Issac character)

if you want to request something, i might not be the best writer but i will try my best to give what you ask for. And if you want me to write for a character you want you can also request even if it is not on my list (i don't judge so don't worry)