#fnaf slash

[killingbill]

And We Danced (William Afton x Ballora NSFW)

He approaches it gingerly, a furrow in his brow as he frowns down at the currently deactivated robot. Void of sentience, and never having been powered on. He takes a long time to study her perpetually closed eyes, her sweet smiling face and long eyelashes. He even brings the pads of his fingers up to run them along her pale shell, and over the cracks of her flexible face between a pointed nose. Something profound aching in his heart that causes his lips to twitch into something resembling a sad smile.

(TLDR; William defiles his own creation. I'm not, nor will I ever be sorry).

Words: 2,933 tw; dubious consent, inanimate objects, human/animatronic, human/inanimate object, male solo, dolls, & dubious morality. archive of our own link.

He’s sick. He knows this, and it cements itself from the moment he finds himself lingering in a half turn at the shapely legs that hang fluidly from his workbench. 

In hindsight, perhaps he should have known from the moment he’d diverted his original plans, and decided to give Ballora a few… additional features . Features he’d told himself were for practical reasons, such as depositing certain fluids that might build up from a live extraction. Even if Ballora wasn’t intended for that purpose initially, as her bust is far too small to collect anything more than an infant or a toddler.. 

He approaches it gingerly, a furrow in his brow as he frowns down at the currently deactivated robot. This one void of sentience, as a result of having never been powered on.

He takes a long time to study her perpetually closed eyes, her sweet smiling face and long eyelashes. He even brings the pads of his fingers up to run them along her pale shell, and over the cracks of her flexible face between a pointed nose. Something profound aching in his heart that causes his lips to twitch into something resembling a sad smile. 

The smile of a man who in his best moments, forgets he’s divorced. Thinks briefly in the midst of his work at times, that this is something that his wife would like to see. Or perhaps even in his hours of downtime, few and far between. Hearing a joke that he knew she would laugh at, only to look around at the empty space and realize that he is alone. 

William exhales shakily . His fingers slowly migrate from the robot’s face, down lower… 

They fall to her chest-plate, and his eyes quickly follow along. His breath is already uneven, and he finds that he feels a strain in his throat at the tail end of each exhale. 

His lips have quickly become void of any semblance of a smile, as they are unconsciously held open in his attempts to keep the weakness of shuddering from his own ears. The notion of his premature excitement only working to raise the engineer’s blood pressure. 

He swallows and wets his lips. His large hand forming naturally around the womanly curves he’d given this robot. Who had that been for? Proportions, he’d argue. However no child nor adult alike would care if there were small, rounded breasts on their ballerina performer. Not breasts, he reminds himself with a clench of his jaw. It was simply a chest that allowed for more fluid torso movement, like a barbie doll would possess. The sort that are more flexible than their counterparts. 

He really is in a fragile state if he’s arguing with himself over semantics. He swipes a thumb over one of the circular, purple embellishments on her chest. Positioned between her legs, as her coils of endoskeleton drape delicately. In a state of perpetual bliss. 

If I leave her like this, she’d never know what kind of man I am. 

His cock twitches when Will's chin raises to look at her smile again. His hand moving down to slide along her upper chest to the side of her shell, as he runs his curved palm over the slope of the ballerina's waist. Slightly narrowed eyes once again trailing over the mapped out path. 

His wrist is tickled by the fabric of her skirt. “Shit.” Will grits through clenched teeth, wincing while he looks down at his hand. Fingers on the opposite limb curling with more inconsequential force, while remaining upon the robot’s chest plate. Disgusted by himself at the moment. 

His eyes flicker back up to her face, and a growl rips from his throat. Both hands coming from Ballora to fly into his rapidly graying, brunette hair. Pushing it from his face with his teeth bearing in a soft rumble. 

That’s it, he decides. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to bloody well do it now. No more pussy-footing around, Afton.

His fingers fly to his waist as William untucks his purple shirt from the waist of his trousers with one hand, and wrenches open his belt with the other. The movements lined with scowls and urgent clinking noises fill the closed air. 

His belt falls open to allow the buckle to clatter softly against the dancer’s structure. Instinctually, his hand coils around the shaft with a curse. 

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[lexyscross]

William I guess had the decency (???) to at least have some emotion in his face after stabbing Vanessa. But really, it boils down to the fact that he intentionally stabbed she own child, he looked her in the eyes while doing so, and then after his flash of emotion he seemed to have the resolve of "Well, it had to be done."

God, the Complex Toxic Characterization lover in me is frothing at the mouth about this. I wanna study them both like bugs. (x)

[syraphic]

this audio but it's evan & mike from my AU and its about their dad </3 but anyways guys this is juuust a test so ignore the half-assedness of it all

[way2gosuperrstarr]

quick human sun and moon!! usully not a fan of human dca designs, (i love seeing others designs tho!!) but i think these two are growing on me a little bit ^_^

[soggywave]

finally watched scream last night. its like . literally willry . i might go insane

i know canonically everyone suspects henry and it ends up being william but like. the opposite is also fun. and if it was both of them even better. also i call my william billy so its another layer. i really enjoyed it. recommend more queer horror films please

[yxleii]

Gore/Body Horror Warning!!!

I love hurting my pookie bear

[linxunderlife3]

/// Fnaf security breach spoilers!!!

" You and I are not so different "

[Context in Alt!]

SpeedPaint [ FINALLY!!!! ]:

[zipmode]

Finally got assigned a roommate for the fall. They're a hazbin hotel cosplayer.

[charlieslowartsies]

nvm it's been a hot minute since I did kga anything, I have managed this week to work on the next chapter of Lies Within!

And also my warm ups were doodles for kga! Scraprock Bonnie, Nightmare Foxy/Aexander Afton and Michael/Max Afton from my au :3

((knight guard au))

[slashingsmiles]

Shadows floating theyre out in the hall, they still haunt you long after they're gone

Jerm au redesign, alt render + design thoughts under the cut :]

Kept the arcade pattern from the first one, wanted something less flashy and more away from Vanny's design elements.

Outfit influenced by Corey from halloween, mask is modeled off rolfe de wolfe with a little bit of jrs mangle. Very happy with how this turned out

[superstarzolar]

don’t work at freddys

[killingbill]

Remnant Reforged  (William Afton x OC/READER FUTURE NSFW)

You had moved to Hurricane to get away from your mother, and had taken your younger sibling with you. He was still in school, but this meant that you had to get a job during specific hours. There were plenty of jobs available in this town! You just had to find something from nine to five. How hard could it be, right?

TLDR: You begin working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, helping William Afton closely with his suits. Throughout that time, you struggle to keep yourself from developing feelings for him as you become closer. The two of you build a relationship upon mutual trust, interest, and sexual tension. However, you're not ready for the tragic event that takes your relationship to the next level... Or the onslaught of tragedy that follows. That which wraps you up in a sick and toxic cycle, that you're unsure of how to escape. Or whether or not you even want to. What will it cost to get what you want?

Rated for eventual smut, emotional manipulation, graphic violence, and other dark themes.

Words: 3,636 | archive of our own link. | chapter 1/?

Even the parking lot is noisy, you think as you step out of your car and tug your backpack over your shoulder. 

You can already hear the muted sounds of the arcade music and kids laughing. The longer you stare at the large windows, the more it almost feels as though the noises were battering against the plexi-glass. Sending them pulsing like the speakers of a night club’s sound system. 

For some, this might be a welcomed sound. It might usher in smiles and reminiscing, to a time in one’s life far past their grasp. However, to you, it was simply irritating. 

While making a face, your dark eyes roll in a defiant display to the screaming children running past their parents, and towards the entrance of the family establishment. 

Great. Exactly where I wanted to potentially spend my summer, you think. Immediately dreading that these children will be sharing a space with you for God knows how long. 

Shutting your car door, you check your watch. It reads five minutes to eleven, and you silently thank yourself for not stretching your probationary period on the first day. 

Though considering how this family business is run, you doubt they’re very strict on board rules regarding that sort of thing. 

The interview process wasn’t too difficult. It had all been conducted by one of the co-owners, Henry Emily. You’ve never been introduced to his partner William, before. However, you’ve seen him fluttering about the floor while waiting for Henry to come and guide you to the back. 

The corridor off of the stage had always struck you as creepy, though Henry was polite and soft spoken enough. He even had a daughter, Charlie, who was always relatively quiet and well behaved while you were around. 

You supposed she was actually kind of cute. She would always smile and wave at you from behind her robot toys if you caught her eye. 

Yet despite Henry’s oddities, he makes up for it in slight charm. He’s a stout, curly haired and slightly stocky man. He appears slightly disheveled at all times, and smells like grease and iron. 

In fact, conducting your interviews in the engineer’s office was almost comforting, due to the smell having become associated with your father. Having been a trade mechanic in your hometown, back in New Hampshire. 

You’d moved to Hurricane, Utah to get away from your mother, and had taken your younger sibling with you. He was still in school, but this meant that you had to get a job during specific hours. Which unfortunately for you, made obtaining a stable job in the pharmaceutical field a near impossibility… But you weren’t going to give up that easily. There were plenty of jobs available in this town! You just had to find something from nine to five. How hard could it be, right? For now, a pizzeria wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, you love pizza, and assume that they give away free food at the end of the night... You know, so as to not waste precious resources. 

Not to mention the fact that despite your tough exterior, you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache as you heard Henry talk about the two co-owners trying to balance their staffing shortage with keeping both of their home lives stable. It would at least be a good deed until you can find something more suited to your lifestyle. 

You realized you’ve been staring for far too long, when you noticed another family exit the restaurant. Narrowing your brows as one child hesitated with each concrete step down to the paved lot. 

Henry had told you that you could park in the back lot, but you’d forgotten. Right now you don’t have time to move your car, and figure this should be fine for today. One more sigh means another glance at your watch, and you figure you should probably go inside. 

Though before you do, you squint up at the decor again. Inspecting the brown and beige building with purple trim, and the titular character and his friends waving from the clearly expensive sign. 

You hadn’t been to the second, smaller location yet. However you had heard some information about the innovations that were performing there. This main one seemed very commercial though, like you’d expect a chain to appear to the average customer. Gaudy coloring, less personalized. Branded with the friendly faces that attract the children, and cause them to point at it on the way by. Begging to have lunch with the infamous Freddy Fazbear and his friends. 

Henry had asked if you’d be able to work at the diner location as well, if needed. Perhaps if they needed extra help for a birthday party, or with training new employees. You agreed to this, as you didn’t mind that at all. The town wasn’t too large, and it wouldn’t change your commute too much. Besides, you needed the job and you’d have been willing to promise the man anything to make it happen. 

Even if it had been somewhat of a lie at the time, you just hoped you wouldn’t have to switch things up too much. 

You let out another loud sigh while looking down at your shoes for a moment. Repositioning your knapsack before steeling yourself to go inside. Deciding to take this chance of relative inactivity by the front door to make your grand entrance. 

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[itsxroxannex]

These two old ocs of mine other than slash are from the fandoms I've been in years ago. I wanted to try and draw dem again hhhh

Slash, Funtime Roxanne and Pinkie Sketch belong to me

[a-clown-with-wings]

Hey bubbles. Remember that the Fazbear Co brand does read you comments. Do this shit again and we’re taking away your lifelong FazPass.

You, along with many others, are on the warning list.

[spaghettiandart]

i have not drawn worm stuff in forever

[indigocloverr]

okay so if it wasn’t obvious already i took a hiatus from the sun and moon show to catch up with some other ytbers n life stuff in general stopped me from keeping up

i just checked the discord.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I MISS ????