#william afton core idk

[fruzdin]

shatters like glass

[theflyingcosmos]

i like to call this autism

also ignore the odd name out i'm normal in exactly 1(one) server

[fandomwritingbit]

Sweet girl pt.3

dad's friend William Afton x (fem) virgin reader

synop: Reader goes over to William's to pick up where they left off. Pacing? Who's that?

pt.1 - here. pt.2 - here.

warnings: smut (oral and grinding? dry humping but not dry, idk what you call it), coercion, inappropriate relationship, age gap, generally creepy William.

A/n: Happy new year's! Thought I'd get something dirty out to prove I'm still alive and kicking, hope you enjoy! I have no idea if it's good because I hate everything I write at the moment lmao x.

On your walk home you see him before he sees you. The pang of excitement in your chest is so strong it winds you as the sensation travels down lower, settling in the part of you that screams for attention when William is around. You should keep your head down and slip unnoticed up the steps to your house, but the trouble is that you want to be noticed. You’ve been high on the memory of last time, desperate to feel it again. So you stop still, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and looking over your shoulder until eventually you pluck up the courage and cross the road.  

He’s doing something to his car, checking the tire pressure or something, still wearing his smart clothes from work. His head turns as you approach, the slow smile spreading across his face as he realises it’s little you, here to see him, has your head spinning already. 

“Hi…” You start, your voice tiny and uncertain.

“Hi?” He grins at you as he stands up, pressing the tip of his shoe into the tire and seeming satisfied with the result. “You come over here just to say that?” William looks you up and down, another pretty little skirt showing off your legs, you must be doing this on purpose. Still though, you coming to him and seeking him out is a good thing, progress towards you becoming his pet. 

You blink, hating that he almost instantly makes you feel like an idiot, especially given that you can’t seem to summon the faculties to prove otherwise. It’s pathetic how your face is flushed already as you struggle to figure out a response, why did you come over here? It’s stupid really, you’ve come to see him with the hope that, like last time, he’ll steal you away and corrupt you a little more. But you can’t exactly admit that. 

“Uhh. I don’t know why I came over… sorry.” Is the sentence you mutter just to try and end the awkward silence that was blooming as he waited expectantly, and you know it’s daft the second you say it. 

He laughs, which makes you feel doubly idiotic. “I’m only joking, sweetheart. You came over because you want to pick up where we left off the other day, right?” Your eyes go wide at his bluntness, shame doesn’t seem to be an emotion he’s ever come into contact with, instead it feels like you end up getting his share of it. 

As sweet as you look all embarrassed and hesitant, he lets you have some reprieve and changes the subject, “Are your parents expecting you home?” Now, as naïve as you are, you do know that that question actually means ‘are you free to disappear for a while?’, and it fills your stomach with butterflies.  

And again the tiny devil on your shoulder persuades you to go along with him. “No. No, they don’t know what I’m doing.” You dare to look him fully in the eye then and the intention in them has your core burning.

“Then you have to come in for a bit.” His hand rests on your lower back as he guides you towards his front door, already struggling with the urge to tear that skirt right off you. 

After getting inside, you look nervously over your shoulder to see him closing the door, that familiar excitement sizzling in your veins, and when he turns to see you looking all small and scared he can’t resist teasing you. “God, sweetheart, I can read you like a book. You’re nervous, huh?”

Rubbing your arm you avert your gaze, “I mean, yeah, a little.” The scoff from him shows that you’re not doing a great job of being convincing. It upsets you a bit that you can’t act all sexy and brave because you are lost in what to do, but you can tell that he likes that, and that feels very dirty. 

“Oh, you don’t don’t have to be.” He moves closer to you and you battle with yourself to not move away, you shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t have done this before but you can’t help it. “I told you, we’re going to have fun.” He raises his eyebrows on the last word, and despite how overly sweet his tone is it does nothing to combat the intimidation of his bigger frame, now close enough that you swear you can feel his heat. His hand raises up to toy with the collar of your shirt, resting just above the curve of your breasts. 

The grazing touch is like ice on your skin, making goosebumps appear everywhere they’re able. “I just-” You blink in surprise at yourself talking, unsure when you decided to speak, “I don’t think I’m ready to uh… you know-” He does, in fact, know.

“Fuck?” He puts you out of your misery, the word crass enough to make your answer visible on your face. It sounds natural coming from him but you could have though of a million other ways to say it. “That’s what you’re scared of?” His hand moves up to tilt your chin to face him, his thumb resting over the plump of your bottom lip. “Listen, that’s not going to happen 'til you really want it. More than you clearly already do.” He was right, you do want it, you’re wet, your panties sticking to your core in a shamefully eager way.

You nod slightly in some form of acknowledgement but it’s cut short when he kisses you, the thought instantly evaporating from your head as he takes control of you. It’s that simple, his mouth on yours, his hand taking in the shape of your hips, that’s all it takes before you’re lost. You’ve been kissed before, had your share of grimy teenage make-out sessions, but this is insane, it gets more so when his tongue invades your mouth, stealing some pitiable noise from you. Instinctively you press against him, your hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll stop. 

Pretty quickly his grip on your waist dips down, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt and beginning to pull it down, your hand stops him. He pulls away, “You gonna let me see you? Huh?” He’s asking but still touching you, the other hand plucking your shirt and lifting it from your skin, watching your expression. You bring your lip between your teeth, nervous but still able to hum some agreement. Your shirt soon comes over your head and the skirt slips from your feet, leaving you feeling very exposed under his gaze. 

He takes half a step back to take in the sight of you in your bra and panties, “Now, who are these for?” He asks, aroused-tinted mockery coating the words. You’re not sure what he’s talking about until he flicks the strap of your knickers lying over your hip. 

“What?” You flinch when the material pings back against your skin, the amusement in his eyes a little mean-spirited. “N-no one.” You manage to remember to respond, only making him grin. 

“No one? This skimpy little bra and panties, for no one?” You know he’s taking the piss but you can’t help but pout at the mockery, your brows furrowed when he moves, still chuckling, to kiss your neck. He’s slightly unshaven and the scruff against your skin has you squirming, your hand finding a natural place on the back of his head, fingers lacing and pulling when he bites an aching kiss right where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s the blazing kind of pain that only lasts a moment, but the pitiful moan from you would have anyone thinking otherwise. 

It’s that pretty sound from you that forces him to briefly lift you onto the long table just next to his front door, pulling your bra down to flick his tongue over your nipple whilst roughly grabbing the other. He feels a little bad for you when you whimper from his touch, remembering that he should be a bit nicer to you really, so he takes himself away from your tits, dropping down to his knees. You firmly press your legs together in response, but when his warm hands land high on your thighs, you let him slowly pull them apart, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

You watch him still biting your lip, anxious of what he was going to do. He smirks up at you and you’re so distracted by it that his sudden contact with your core makes you jump, he traces the shape of your pussy over your knickers, dragging over your clit and then up higher to catch the edge of the garment. You help him pull them down by lifting yourself from the table, shivering when he leans in close, his breath making your pussy clench. 

“You poor, pretty little thing.” He sniggers, just the sight of your cunt has precum leaking from his cock. You watch idiotic as he slowly drags his tongue over your pussy, the sensation completely foreign but something you instantly fall in love with, evident in the way you moan. He maps out the path from your entrance up to your clit with his tongue, giving himself something to think about later. This perfect untouched cunt, sweet as fucking honey all for him; the thought has him grabbing himself over his trousers, giving his cock some much needed attention, as he focuses his action on your clit. It’s like he knows exactly what you need, because he finds the right rhythm immediately, slowly circling your nerves in a way that has you writhing above him. 

He has to hold your thigh to keep you still, the mixed feeling of this intense stimulation and the dull rub of his facial hair could give you whiplash. You’d be so embarrassed to see yourself right now, pathetic moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you fall mercy to the insane building of pressure in your core. It’s like a flame on gasoline, a sudden, scorching need to cum that burns your legs all the way up to your chest. He grunts into your pussy, making you open your eyes for the first time in apparently ages, just to see him stroking his cock, turned on from making you dumb. 

“God, fucking look at you.” He stops his sucking of your clit to speak, leaving you hanging in such a devastating way you want to cry. “It’s very hard not to give this cunt what it fucking wants.” The sharp words have your walls clenching, only proving his point. Without warning he stands, still holding your legs open, and taps his cock against your core, the idea of him fucking you seems very real and very scary right now, especially with how big he looks. But you want it, you really fucking want him to do anything to you he wants, just as long as you can cum.  

The precum dripping from his head clings to your slick as he slides his cock down, digging delightfully against your clit before notching at your entrance, sharply glancing at your watery eyes. He’s a man of his word but fucking hell, he wants to feel that tight little hole around him. He grunt as he moves up again, sliding his cock through your folds, grinding it against your bundle of nerves and reigniting the climb to your peak.  

“Come here.” He mutters as he pushes you down slightly on the table, catching your legs and lifting them up to press your thighs together, holding both your ankles in a firm grip. He continues rutting against your cunt, your thighs creating a slick grip for him, almost as good as the real thing. Your too concerned with the rearing of your climax to think about how fucking lewd this is, this older man thrusting against your pussy and you’re enjoying it, it’s maddening. But you don’t really care, not when your walls flicker with waves of pleasure, squeezing around nothing as your legs begin to shake. You cum hard enough to lose your power of speech, instantly overstimulated by the continued pressure on your clit. 

When you cum he loses it, your wet heat and desperate hands grabbing what parts of him you can reach, needy for him, is intoxicating. You feel him move your legs apart again, letting them fall to his sides, taking hold of his dick and stroking it til he finishes. A gasp leaves your lips at the filthy sensation of his cum coating your pussy and lower abdomen, you can hardly believe it’s real and not the end scene of a dirty video. 

“God.” He groans, taping his cockhead against your pussy just to make you flinch. You just whine in response half in the odd sense of calm after tumbling over your peak, but half in self pity for the stickiness between your legs. You watch as he fixes himself, very aware that you're still slumped on the table but unwilling to move. 

“Come on.” William says through a smirk, you look a right state and he prides himself on his good work. “You'll have to get cleaned up.” He takes your arm and pulls you forward 'til you land on your feet, now very aware that your bra is clinging on for dear life and the rest of your clothes are in a heap on the floor. 

“I'll just grab my-” You start, indicating towards the pile, but he cuts you off. 

“You're in no rush, shower first. Worry about that later.” You probably would have protested but he guides you forward, turning a corner and entering a bathroom. 

“Thank you.” You say a little uncertainly. Yes, it's nice of him to show you where things are and let you get sorted before turfing you out; yet something about the glint in his eyes screams ulterior motive. He leaves you to it, all sorted with a towel, and disappears to make sure your panties end up in his pocket where they belong. 

Pt.4

[theredponcho]

I finally finished watching all 7 seasons of 2003 tmnt. I like the series as a whole and it might be my favorite iteration now but idk I might have to rewatch it again. Story wise I think its my favorite iteration. If were talking animation and comedy then rottmnt is my favorite.

Spoilers under the keep reading ⬇️

My favorite turtle in this iteration has to be Donnie. He was really intresting and I liked his personality a lot. It could also be that Im bias in my opinion since before I watched the series I was reading the fic Ghost in a Shell which was also one of the reasons why I decided to binge watch the series in the first place so who knows.

The shredder reminded me a lot of william afton from fnaf since…He always comes back. I swear they did everything to that guy and he just kept coming back. Decapitation, drowning/fire damage, electricution, and dragons??? Don't even get me started on stockman. It gave me flash backs to 2012 splinter. But 2012 splinter didn’t dye more so was assumed dead except for the ending and that one time in the space arc. I could go on a whole tangent talking about 2012 tmnt but we would be here all day. Maybe I’ll make a post on my thoughts on that if I feel like it.

I wish we could have seen more of cyberspace and learned more about how the future worked. I also would have liked to see more of professor honey cut he was cool.

I still have questions that were left unanswered mostly about the last season.

Did Serlion the future robot ever make it back to the future. I assumed he did eventually since it would probably screw up the time line or be very dark if he did end up staying in the present. Plus it would add a lot of plot holes.

What was that 3V3 shredder fight all about? During the begging of season 7 went viral was messing around with the time portal and sending the guys to different points in the past we saw a moment were 3 or 4 shredders were fighting each other along with a lot of foot clan members and I assumed that we would see this near the end of the season and this was just for shadowing what was gonna come and be the final epic fight because brain wash guy was their and the next episode after that we actually get to formally meet brain wash guy and we met a shredder that was basically resserected and they still needed to make a time portal which leaves room for more shredders to make a appearance. Idk maybe they just ran out of time and couldn’t do it so they just ended on the wedding and killed cyber shredder early or something.

Who in there right mind decide to change the turtles eyes and give them pupils in season 7? Im not mad I’m just disappointed. I didn’t mind the art style change in season 6. Sure it took some getting use to but I was able to get use to it after a while and find things I liked about it but I never really got over the pupils thing.

Is the shredder actually dead? The main core/program of the shredder is still tenically in cyberspace it wasn’t deleted (as far as im awear) so does that mean the shredder could still come back if he wanted to?

I would like to end this post on a cute picture of the guys if you read this far thank you. ❤️

[scover-va]

I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

[cherubcallremade]

oh damn you're talking about urban spook. yeah i watched their entire series (well what had been posted up to that point cause it's still going IIRC) and it's entirely the WORST possible shit ever, 100% just to get a reaction out of the viewer/audience. i won't go into detail but there's more than the cory thing, not all implied SA (there is one other) so not as bad as that but it's all just really really gross lol it is the worst analog horror series ever, and i don't even watch many of them.

shock value really doesn't deserve a space in the horror genre to be completely honest. even if we disregard how disgusting it can often be, shock value at it's core is SUCH a lazy way to try to scare people and i get so mad when i see people doing it lol

NOOO LITERALLY. its just. so weird. (i also just dont get th ename urban spook it seems completely unrelated ot whatever analog horror thing is going on. like. idk. go all the way or ur theming just sucks)

i dont consider jumpscares horror honestly. as someone in the fnaf fandom the horror of william afton has always stuck to me more than the jumpscares from the in-game deaths.

[introsquirrel]

Just watched the fnaf movie

I've heard that if you know nothing about the fnaf lore that it's a reasonably enjoyable movie (for a pg13 horror) but if you know a lot about the fnaf universe that it's not great

And yeah I can see both perspectives.

So for anyone who knows nothing about fnaf, the lore is like this: William Anton and Henry Emily make a themed family restaurant with animatronics where the insides are spring loaded so they can also be used as a suit. Aftons youngest son (likely named Garrett) dies when the Freddy animatronic bites down on his head in an instance that was the fault of aftons oldest son, Michael.

For some reason, the youngest son's ghost now possesses that suit. And afton figured this out.

The springtrap suits were retired for full on animatronics. Afton went kind of crazy or something and started kidnapping other kids while posing as security and also as his original springtrap suit, bonnie. He placed the kids bodies in the animatronics so now their spirits possess those.

Not remembering much about their killer other than the uniform, they then attack anyone in a security uniform.

It's heavily implied that Michael is the security guard in the first game, as well as in sister location and in pizzaria simulator. This is implied by the fact that he apparently smells bad. (Well sister location is where he gains the scent trait due to reasons that im not going over right now)

(Afton also had a daughter named elizabeth who became circus baby but that is not relevant to this summary)

Shit happens and the possessed animatronics get afton to put on the springtrap suit years later when it is in not so great condition and the springs fail and he dies in it. And according to the laws of this universe, that means he now possesses that suit. This releases the five kids he's killed. Fortunately, afton is sealed in a room with no exit. Unfortunately, he is later released into a fnaf museum/haunted house.

He and the other remaining animatronics (including a few I will not get into because the timing is ridiculously controvertial in the fandom and also sister location holy shit) are lured to a new reopening on a Freddy fazbear restaurant and Michael is the guy who is running it with the funding from an unnamed benefactor who is Henry Emily who burns the place down with everyone inside to end the madness. (And this concludes the series with its original creator, Scott. All games after this were made by.... someone else? idk)

Afton is somehow uploaded into a video game (vr) that goes over the "folk tales" that is the plots of the original fnaf games in universe. He is now known as glitchtrap. Vanessa, a play tester for the games, is now partially possessed by him and is kind of going insane. She gets a security job at the giant emporium in security breach and kills kids and other animatronics in an attempt to resurrect springtrap bonnie aka afton.

Got all that? Me neither.

The movie is about Michael Schmidt (NO relation to afton), whose little brother garrett goes missing vis kidnapping in his childhood. He is currently the sole caretaker of his sister abby. He gets a job at Freddy fazbears, which is just an abandoned nostalgia building and meets a police officer vanessa. Long story short, afton was the one who kidnapped Michael's brother, Vanessa is aftons daughter, Abby is autistic but like dealing with it, and afton still dies via springtrap bonnie. But the kids are heavily implied not to be released by this, which sucks for them.

So you can see how someone with hard-core fnaf knowledge would be like "no??? What the FUCK" and how someone without fnaf lore knowledge would be like "oh, cool"

As I am neutral on the subject of lore, it was a pretty good movie, not really scary, really REALLY light on the gore considering the original games, and predictable if you knew the original content. ESPECIALLY if you knew the original content. I heard Vanessa and I was like yeah she's def connected to afton, likely daughter.

Also they didn't really go over what happened to Garrett other than "he died :(" so if a sequel is in the future they can still make him, like, golden/springtrap Freddy like he may or may not be implied to be in the games (it's complicated)

Also the speingtrap abby was almost trapped in? Weird circus baby/puppet hybrid and did not like. Maybe it was implied to be a prerequisite of circus baby. Idk. If they try to do a sequel with puppet I'd be interested to see how they do it because puppet is a very interesting character to me but also very creepy.

Kind of glad they didn't attempt nightmare versions of the animatronics tho. The cgi was also ready a bit iffy and nightmare versions would have made the move Just Bad.

They never explained what animatronic they were putting people into either. Like it was obviously a torture saw trap type of thing, but afton heavily implied he killed the kids with a knife. The saw trap was just kind of..... there.

Anyway, pretty good movie, definitely not going to win any nominations ever. I enjoyed it

[deaneybabyinc]

btw i watched the fnaf movie and liked it if you couldn’t tell :) i give it an 8/10, spoilers under the cut

the reveal of willy afton was awesome because he showed up so early and then was forgotten about and by the end youre like OMG THAT GUY but there’s also enough hints to know if you know what you’re looking for. i also love the fact that the movie keeps so much in line lore wise with the games but in its own special ways. like a lot of the core themes were there and character roles were fulfilled but through unique means independent to the game lore. and i only know this because i watched the 9 hour fnaf documentary in preparation lol. also every single actor did such a great job, the cinematography and scares were so cool, it was epic.

MY BIGGEST COMPLAINT (and this is partially because concepts like remnant were cut for time, and the lore is different, AND i came in knowing way too much about fnaf and it influenced my watch of the film) was that i think they forgot to give william afton a motive? like for doing all the child murder? and i guess you don’t need a reason, my dad also watched it with me and he said that he thought it was fine and he didn’t have any expectations i guess. but it feels lacking in contrast. like the game lore purple guys reason for murder is to bring back his dead child, brought to madness by the blame he assigns to others and his refusal to accept responsibility for his actions, then fueled even further by twisted curiosity and a defiance of death itself. in the movie he kills those kids…. because he wanted to? idk i think some of the time setting up the aunt sideplot could have been spent on setting up his character. also that sideplot was too long for no reason lol it was slightly unnecessary. also garett was not used as an animatronic? i think that’d be a good way to tie the story into itself also the ghost logic makes not that much sense but im used to overly complicated fnaf lore that is both so specific as to cover all oversights and also leaves so many questions unanswered. ANYWAYS good movie :)

[wh0rephobic]

Hi! Xx

So like imagine William afton being your teacher for one of your classes and you notice he keeps looking at you during class with this look so you confront him about it and well ifykyk

(idk if this made sense lol)

- 💫 anon

if you’re given an opportunity, damn right will you take it. so, you approach his desk once the room is clear.

“mr. afton? …why were you looking at me like that?”

your voice is quiet, afraid to have taken the wrong message. but you couldn’t have! with his dark glare, tongue darting out to graze across his thin lips, curled into a smirk right before he takes his bottom lip between his teeth to chew on it… you remember it like it’s burnt into your brain.

he puts his pen down, furrowing his brow when he looks up at you from his desk chair. “like what?”

oh, no.

you bite your tongue, averting your eyes as you blush.

“l-like…” you stammer. “um,”

the silence swallows you whole, right before mr. afton breaks it. “like i wanted to wreck you? …to bend you over my desk here and pound my dick into you while you call out my name?”

again, you’re absolutely frozen stiff. he’s right, that’s what you meant, but his words are so bold! mr. afton is such a handsome man, always so polite and put-together, thick accent rolling off his tongue… no wonder he has no shame in saying things like this, he knows he’s hot. but still, you just stand still. unsure of what to say, do… anything! but that’s okay, he finds your shyness attractive. he wants to take every pinch of innocence left in your bones for his own dirty mind.

yes sir, please ruin me.

“yes…” you mutter.

mr. afton hides a chuckle beneath his breath, pushing away from the desk. he motions you towards him.

“dear, why don’t you come over here?”

you obey his wishes quietly, making your way around his desk and standing in front of his chair, clutching your books to your chest. he pulls his chair back in, closing you in between his desk and him.

“hm,” he hums, ghosting his hands over your thighs. “you look just ravishing in this skirt here, don’t you know that?”

“ravishing?” you echo.

a spark twitches your core. oh, his words are starting to get to you…

“why, yes.” he responds. “i love watching you walk around my class like this, skirt so short i can practically see your panties when you walk… and the way these stockings hug your thighs… oh, you really are a tease; aren’t you?”

he pulls at the material of your thigh-highs, letting the material snap against your skin and make you jump.

“so jumpy, little bunny.” he whispers. “relax…”

you let his hands trail up to your hips, gripping them tightly in his large, strong palms before he pushes you back onto the desk, letting you sit right at eye-level with your crotch, panties only hidden by the one layer of fabric that is your skirt. you know where this is going, obviously. you may be shy and timid, especially towards his boldness but you’re a college student, you’re not dumb. you let your thighs relax, parting slightly on his desk for him as he rolls his chair back in. your feet catch on the arms of his chair, lifting your knees up to expose yourself to him. you turn your eyes down with a flush, you’re literally showing your professor your clothed pussy.

“oh, would you look at that?” he mumbles nonchalantly, tilting his head as he experimentally brings his fingertips to the wet spot on your underwear.

your hole twitches on his contact as he rubs his fingers around and mr. afton relishes in the feeling of you being so turned on. he holds the hem of your underwear between his fingers, looking up at you for approval.

“may i?” he asks.

you gulp, looking over your shoulder to check that the door is shut before turning back to him and nodding. if you have an opportunity, you’ll take it.

“use your words, princess.” he insists.

“y-yes…” you spit out. “please, sir.”

william sighs, pleased with you as he turns his attention back to the neediness between your legs. he pulls your panties down your legs and stuffs them in his pocket, slow and carefully as if he’ll tear the lace if he’s not careful enough. you watch him with glossy eyes, planting your palms down on the desk behind you and leaning back, pushing your hips forward towards him. mr. afton pushes your skirt up your thighs, putting you entirely on display for him as he ghosts his calloused fingertips up and down the soft of your skin, just taking in the sight of your wet and swollen cunt before he leans in.

you let him lick a stripe up from your leaking hole to your twitching clit. a gasp escapes you as he takes in your flavor, gripping your nervous thighs as he pushes in further, taking in lick after lick, petting your pussy with the buds of his tongue before he closes his lips around your pearl and sucks on your sweet cunt.

“o-oh-!” you gasp, legs parting on their own as your body begs him for more.

and he can hear you loud and clear, flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit while he sucks. wetness leaks out of your hole as you relax into William right as he stops, moving down to slurp up every last bit and not letting any of your juices go to waste as he connects his mouth to your hole. william is basically making out with your pussy by now as he pushes his tongue through your tight muscle to explore you. you bring one hand forward to cup his jaw, running your thumb back and forth along his scruff. william hums at your contact, eyebrows furrowing as he reaches his tongue in deeper. the vibrations make you gasp.

“th-that feels.. g-good,” you shudder with pleasure and william only moans deeper into your cunt. “awh!”

he finds your g-spot with ease and points his tongue against it, flicking it weak inside of you and making you begin to shake. with every lick and suck he manages to draw your orgasm closer and closer to the brink, pulling on the sensitive nerves of your soft spots like strings. you lose your shame as you pull on his locks and squeeze his tongue with your throbbing cunt.

“oh please, please more mr. afton!” you rock your hips into his mouth. “please give me more! i’m—ah! ‘m so close!”

the feeling of his slippery muscle moving along your walls floods your abdomen with warmth. his mouth is making the most lewd sounds as he slurps up your wetness, and yours even worse as you let moans spill from your open mouth. oh, you’re so glad class is out.

suddenly, mr. afton’s tongue abandons your g-spot and exposes your swollen hole to the cold air of his classroom as he moves up to flick the tip of his tongue on your clit. fast, he moves so fast that you can’t keep up with him—or his pressure. you result to panting above him as you watch his focused expression ruin you with just his mouth.

the pressure builds as he opens his eyes to look up at you. he admires your red face, glossy and desperate eyes staring back at him in a trance as his tongue doesn’t falter for a second. your abs begin to twitch involuntary, signaling your incoming orgasm.

“ahh, yes..! oh, r-right there, right there! i’m—oh!”

you ooze out over his desk while you cum. hands tangled, pulling at mr. afton’s hair as he moves back down, placing his tongue inside of you so you have something to clamp down on as you fall apart. he loves this part, feeling the way he’s manipulating your poor little body into a world of pleasure with just a few maneuvers… you announce your completion with a sigh and then whine when he pulls his tongue out.

“wonderful, doll. just perfect.” he comments, “you did amazing. tasted it, too.”

“thank you…” you whimper as he pulls a few tissues from a tissue box to wipe you clean.

when he’s done, he discards of the tissues and fixes his pants (wrinkled from his aching hard-on) before pulling your skirt back down over your thighs.

“b-but what about you?” you inquire.

“oh nonsense, there will be time for me another day. let’s get you home.”

mr. afton was nice enough to drive you home to your townhouse apartment, ensuring that you got inside safely. you never did get your underwear back, and god knows you fell asleep that night with your knuckles deep inside of your cunt thinking of him. one thing’s for sure is that you will never not wear a skirt to mr. afton’s class again.

[inimoo]

forcing you to read this fanfic rn bc im crying

this fic makes me sob and shake on the floor you wanna know why im going to tell you why ONE - william and henry's relationship, fucking toxic as hell but still addicting - TWO - clara and williams relationship fucking the best thing ever its so good and i love it very much not as toxic as henry and willy but thats quite a high bar and i adore it - THREE - michael's scenes are amazing, love them to the core of my heart - FOUR - smut. its notn explicit. i mean it kind of is but it doesnt feel like smut??? it feels like fluff. fuckn idk. - FIVE - clara afton. thats it. read this for the goddess that is clara afton literally oh my god shes the coolest ever. - SIX - WRITING = SO FUCKING AMAZING ITS AAAAAAAAAAAAA - SEVEN- because i fuckn said so mf its SO GOOD

[sharkmobster]

more funtime found family au stuff but this time focusing on funtime freddy and michael's relationship. it's incredibly rambly and turns into off-kilter dialogue but i gotta get this off my chest.

tw mentioned child abuse/death

• doesn't actually like michael (at first) even tho i draw them hanging around each other a lot

• bon bon is the only reason he does loaf around him. (bon bon and bonnet being the only ones who like Michael in the beginning.) They're attached to each other so it's inevitable that they would hang around mikey.

• ft freddy plays really mean spirited jokes on michael bc he's not allowed to harm him. he has to get real creative. (ft freddy has a lot of anger inside of him. people write him off as being dumb and goofy but really that's just a mask that he put up so he didn't scare people away. of course the funtimes know how he is, knows who he is right to his core bc they're all connected on a deeper/technological level.)

• (slaps funtime freddy. this bear can fit so much trauma and abandonment issues in him!)

• can be incredibly vindictive when he wants to be and takes out a lot of his agression on Michael. michael shares the afton name (bc he sure as hell doesn't look like william in my au lol) and that alone is enough for ft freddy to bully him.

• (the funtimes blame william for abandoning them so ft freddy takes it especially personal when his ankle biter comes around to "liberate" them. and on some deeper level freddy is just terrified that michael will abandon them all, just like willy did. he never voices this of course. opting to show his apprehension and fear in a more destructive way, pushing Michael further away.)

• canon ft freddy: sinister but still goofy and knows how to have a good time

my ft freddy: goofy and repressed anger issues, doesn't know how to enjoy himself without causing someone some kinda pain.

• michael gets fed up with being terrorized eventually and confronts him, and ft freddy drops the silly act for a bit just ready to blow up at him. (he can't even place why he's still so angry at michael when really he's been nothing but hospitable and accomodating to their wants and needs but fuck he's just so wound up he doesn't know what to do) michael compares him to william during the argument (cruel and vindictive just like william wanted) and ft freddy nearly rings his neck, absolutely seething but bon bon doesnt let that happen of course. (idk if this is confirmed canon but bon bon was designed to placate freddy. he raises his voice even slightly and bon bon's petting his face, stopping him from getting even more agressive)

• ft freddy shuts down after the confrontation ends (emotionally, anyway) and the blow out itself is completely anti climatic, nobody getting hurt. he ends up isolating himself from the others with bon bon hovering around like a concerned mother hen. Baby and the others give him space but michael (after he cools down anyways) won't leave him alone.

• See the thing is: Michael understands. Michael understands more than anyone what it's like to feel so deeply, what it's like to hate and hate and to keep hating until that rage is your whole life. It's suffocating. and he had to deal with that all on his own, choking on his own grief and rage without anyone to guide him. (his brother is dead bc of him and he carries that with him everywhere he goes, in everything he does.)

• They're living in the countryside of France at this point in time, far off from any wandering eyes, a thick forest surrounding their home. Freddy has a few hiding spots that he scouted out within the first few days of staying there. And that's where Michael finds him, hiding out in a small alcove by the a creek, throwing rocks at the trees (and sometimes wildlife).

• freddy doesn't aknowledge him, ignoring him like a child would and bon bon frets nervously between them, not wanting another fight to break out. Michael tells them that he's not here to fight anymore, he just wants to talk. you like to talk, don't you? and freddy doesn't say anything, running his fingers through the dirt, absentmindedly.

• michael asks bon bon to leave so that they can have a private convo and bon bon freaks out like absolutely not, he might hurt you and michael asks freddy directly like "are you going to hurt me?" freddy still isn't talkative, and he's rigid when he shakes his head no after a bit of silence. Bon Bon asks if he's alright with him leaving and freddy just shrugs, still staring at nothing in the distance. bon bon hesitates for a few moments before finally leaving, telling Michael to call out to him if he's in danger but michael rushes him along.

• it's just them now, nothing but the sounds of nature around them. michael asks how he's feeling and freddy shrugs again. Michael strikes up a one sided conversation, stepping closer and closer to him over time not really getting any kinda response out of him but eventually, during his rambling, freddy finally looks at him and says "Y-You just don't get-get it." and then goes back to the silent treatment.

• Michael's quiet, having made his way up to standing right next to freddy (he's only a tiny bit taller than him when he's just sitting like that). he nods his head, considering something for a while until finally he goes "Did I ever tell you about what it was like? Ya know. Being William Afton's golden child?" freddy doesn't say anything but he pauses from drawing circles in the dirt, tilts his head just a fraction to let mikey know he's listening.

• michael stares at the creek. "He wasn't the most outwardly loving father. Wasn't really the nicest one, either. But, I wanted his approval so bad, I'd do anything for it." Freddy slowly turns his head to watch him carefully. that's got his attention. "I did a bunch of stupid shit back then, all cause I wanted to be noticed by him. But all that attention went to my little-" and michael draws in a sudden breath, pained. stays silent for a moment, working up the courage to speak. "I did something awful to my brother. All for my father. And it's an awful thing to say but his death didn't matter. Pops didnt bat an eye and Mom was too far gone by that point after Elizabeth...." he looks back in the direction of the cottage. "Well.... you know what happened to Elizabeth." Freddy's stare is hard and unyielding. "He's gone now and I was the only one who cared enough. His fuckin' abuser cared more for his passing than his own father did."

• "He threw me into the basement. Did you know that?" Michael bounces from one foot to another, anxiety written into his very bones. he's lost in his rambling now, having never spoken these words out loud to anyone. "I killed his son and he locked me away in the dark for three years." Freddy fully turns to give Michael his undivided attention, stock still, hanging off of his every word. "I got out. Eventually. I ran away and lived on the streets for years until someone got a hold of me. Told me my old man was missing, presumed dead. Got a pretty penny from the fazbear business he co-owned with Mr. Emily. Things were going good, I guess. I was overwhelmed for the most part, didn't do anything other than bounce around from hotels every few days. In some way, I felt like he was still out there, watching me. I just kept running. And then i found out about you." He glances at freddy and looks away quickly when he finds an unblinking visage staring back. "Found out about all of you. Locked away in a storage facility for over 30 years. In the dark. All alone." an incredibly long silence stretches out between them, freddy fidgeting, hyperaware of every noise going on around them.

• "You think I don't get it. But I do. I think I understand you more than anyone could." Michael's staring back at him, raw emotion across his face, eyes soft with empathy and that's what makes Freddy turn away from him. Suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to fight with you. Not you. Not Ballora, or Foxy, or Eli-" He visibly winces, but regains his composure. "...I just... need you to understand that I want to help."

• Freddy's never been so quiet, and it's such an odd sight. Michael's not sure if he should say anything else or if he should leave the bear alone. the bear speaks up, finally "W-We could've kill-killed you."

• "That was always a possibility, yeah. I woulda deserved it." Freddy's not sure if he likes the way Michael talks about himself sometimes. "I needed to get you guys out of there, though. That was more important than whatever could've happened to me." Michael huffs. "Besides, if I hadn't bailed you guys out then I would've never gone to Paris. Ballora has good taste in real estate, I think." and despite everything, freddy lets out a sudden breath that could've been mistaken for a sensible chuckle. Michael smiles anyway.

• Things settle down afterwards, though there's no bite to Freddy's jokes now. They're not as close as Michael wants, Freddy still keeping his distance, keeping his walls up but it's something.

• Freddy starts watching horror movies with him late into the night and until dawn. Doesn't let Michael sleep in afterwards and he might just regret this but it makes Freddy happy. Things go back to normal in the cottage, as normal as things can be for a motley troupe like them anyways. Michael starts laughing at his jokes more.