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fredbears-faggot · 12 days ago

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (13)

(18+, TWs will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

TW: mentions of drug use, mentions of self harm

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13: heaven’s gate

will woke up on the floor of the living room, empty beer bottles scattered around himself. he pressed his palms against the floor to help himself stand, wincing at the sudden pain that surged through his left arm. glancing around the room, he saw the residual lines of cocaine on the coffee table, and two joint ends. groggily he rubs his face and makes his way upstairs to shower, looking in the mirror as the water heated up.

“fuck-“ he grunts as he wipes the dried blood from under his nose and his lips. dark circles sat under his eyes, his hair was a disgusting mess, and he smelled of sweat and spilled beer.

slowly undressing himself, he sat under the running water of the shower, looking down at his left arm. small and large cuts littered his flesh, as well as tiny pieces of glass being stuck in a few. none were deep enough to need stitched up, but two old scars had been opened. mainly one about four inches long, straight down the center of his wrist. that scar had been there for so long, it almost went unnoticed. the other was just from the springlock incident. will watched the water turn pink with his blood as it ran down the drain. hissing as the shampoo ran down his arm and into the cuts, and once again as he washed his body.

shutting off the water and stepping out of the tub, grabbing his towel from the hook behind the door. he wrapped it around his waist as he searches for some bandages, luckily he found some under the sink. so he sat on the edge of the tub, bandaged his wrist, then made his way to his bedroom to get dressed. the phone ringing downstairs as soon as he got his pants buttoned.

“yes?” he groans.

“will? is everything alright? i haven’t heard from you in a bit.” you ask, biting your nail with concern from behind the phone.

“oh- it’s you, doll. i- um…” will hesitates, inhaling a sharp breath. “it hasn’t been that long, has it?”

“it’s been four days….”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you worry. would you like to meet for dinner-“

“i’m on my way over, i need to see you to make sure you’re alright.”

reluctantly he agrees before hanging up. making his way upstairs and grabbing an old sweatshirt, then sitting down on the couch. he didn’t know what was drawing you toward him, he hadn’t done anything. regardless, you wanted to stay by his side, and he wanted to keep you there. will closes his eyes and lays back against the couch, inhaling and exhaling slowly. the doorbell waking him from his half asleep state. slowly, he trudges to the door, pulling the sleeve of his sweatshirt over his palm, holding it tightly between his fingers.

“hey, y/n… um- come on in, nancy’s out of town..”

“what’s going on? are you okay?” you sit down next to him, softly placing your hand on his knee.

“i’m fine, doll. i- uh- i just went on a bit of a bender, think i might have done a little too much though, cause i don’t remember anything….” he laughs.

“what did you take?” you ask, looking around at all the broken glass on the floor.

“just a lot of coke, and i drank a lot…” he pauses, turning his head to look at you, his eyes filled with longing. longing for you to know everything, for you to love him how he was, regardless of how fucked in the head he may be.

“i’ve spent so long praying to god for someone to give a fuck, for someone like you. i can’t tell you the number of hours i’ve spent on my knees, pleading with god for mercy and forgiveness and salvation. i’ve never been able to understand how to deal with my own emotions and my problems, but i-i” he breathes quickly, his eyes filling with tears.

“what is it, will?” you gently hold his face.

“how can you see me for more than my faults and mistakes, how are you attracted to such a sick individual? i just don’t understand, if you knew me fully, through and through. you’d want nothing to do with me, and the thought of losing you makes me fucking sick….”

“then let me know you, will. i see you as a smart, handsome, strong, funny, amazing, man. you have a lot of love to give, i know deep down you know that. you know you’re not a loveless monster. tell me, whats really on your mind?”

“i had a moment of clarity.”

“clarity?”

“just- just listen, for a minute okay? don’t speak.”

you nod, and watch as he stands, then kneels in front of you. placing his hands together in prayer for a moment, then putting his hands on your knees.

“i wasn’t always like this, and i know that. my father was quite abusive, and a drunk. up until i was 13 and we started going to church. but- but that’s not what i need to tell you, none of that is important right now. for years, i’ve done nothing but struggle internally and i just couldn’t bring myself to believe that what happened was true, just- fuck. i’m rambling, aren’t i? i guess im just avoiding saying it out loud, i don’t know why i feel like im going to throw up now…” he rests his head on your knees.

“will, just breathe. you’re okay.”

he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment then starts again. “when i was 15, i went to a party, where i was um- drugged and raped, by nancy. i-i know it sounds crazy and like it’s a lie, but it happened i- i fucking remember everything…” will looks up at you again, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“i believe you, will. i’m so so fucking sorry that that happened to you, do you want to talk more about it?” you ask, helping him onto the couch. he lays his head on your lap, you play with his hair softly. his fingers gently playing with the loose strings on the holes of your jeans. will started to speak again, softly, regretfully.

“i don’t know what to do, y/n… i’ve been down this road before… and i just can’t stop the thoughts and fear of losing you- of you leaving, in any way. i can’t have that i can’t have you abandon me, not when you’re all i have left.”

“will, i promise, i‘m not going anywhere. whenever you need me you can call or come over.” you hum, reassuring him.

“there’s more to it, doll.”

your hand stops briefly in his hair, looking down at him with concern. he clears his throat, sitting up to look at you.

“i’m the kind of guy who catches feelings for someone very quickly, very easily. and it’s happened so many times, yet it’s rare that i find a connection, like this.. like what we have. i haven’t felt this sort of way towards anyone in a very long time.” he sighs.

“i just don’t want whatever we have to disappear..” will sniffs, sitting up again. softly he takes your hand into his own, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

the silence between you two was heavy, aching to be filled with any words, any conversation to fill the empty void of space. to occupy his mind, and to occupy your own from your own anger. you couldn’t understand how she could have done that to him. how cruel and sick does she have to be?

“you um- you mentioned that your father started to take you to church as a kid, do you mind me asking about that?” you clear your throat, slowly looking at him.

“well, uh- what do you want to know about it?”

“i don’t really know how to phrase it because i didn’t grow up religious, but um… what are you? like christian?”

“catholic.”

you nod softly, exhaling a deep breath.

“is that what you wanted to know?” he smirks, his hand resting on your knee now.

“i-i guess so, what does that mean for you? i guess what i’m saying is like, how does it work? what do you believe in?”

“the father, the son, and the holy spirit. essentially you confess your sins at mass every week, and you get directions from the priest, by which of paying your penance, you are then cleared of your sins and in good standing with the lord.”

“and this is something you maintain?” you tilt your head slightly, not fully following.

“i used to, up until a year and a half ago. now whenever i go i feel as if it’s just a waste of my time. do i believe in god? yes, very much. but i do not believe that i am free of sin, just by in taking the body and blood of christ and doing a few hail mary’s. yet, i still find myself not exactly feeling guilt or remorse over what ive done. and i don’t think the church can help with that.”

you listened to him talk more in depth about his religion and beliefs. asking questions about certain things that you were unaware of, which he gladly answered. after a bit of very intense conversation, he pushed his sleeves up, laughing at a comment you made.

“oh fuck- will? you okay?” you gasp, grabbing his arm.

“i’m fine. it’s been worse, don’t worry. i don’t need stitches this time around. just- promise me you’re not going to tell anyone about this? you’re not gonna get me locked in the loony bin?”

“you can’t tell me not to worry when you’ve sliced your arm up like a fucking easter ham! jesus will! did you clean them at least?” you groan.

“i did.. i’m okay, really. honestly…” he swallows, turning his head away from you as he blinks back tears.

“im sorry, i just- i worry and i care about you a lot. i promise im not going anywhere. just please, try not to do that anymore? as much as it may feel good and feel like it benefits you now, it won’t in the long run..” you grab his face and give him a soft kiss, gently wiping the tears from his face.

“i gotta get going, okay? my parents are supposed to be calling me in a bit.” you sigh, standing slowly and grabbing your purse. as you turn to walk to the door, will grabs your wrist harshly, pulling you into a tight hug.

“i’m sorry, doll.. i’ll be better. i promise…” will kisses the top of your head, and walks you to the door. watching as you got in your car and drove away.

if there were anymore left of me, i’d give it to you

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fredbears-faggot · 16 days ago

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This is me. Kinda jealous of all the writers who can write quickly because I can't.

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fredbears-faggot · 26 days ago

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (12)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

TW: mentions of drugging, gaslighting and rape

chapter under the cut

12: heresy

as will pulled up outside his house, he hesitated for a while before going inside. remembering that he was wearing clothing that nancy had never seen before, and his own clothes were stained with blood. shifting his eyes first, then turning his head, he saw that nancy’s car wasn’t even in the driveway. he lets out a sigh of relief before making his way to the front door, finding it to already be unlocked.

he sighed heavily as he stepped into the kitchen, a note on the refrigerator that read

took lizzie and michael to my parents beach house in california for about two weeks. we just couldn’t bear to be in the house for a while, it just hurts too much. my parents are with us, you know the number to call in case of an emergency. - nancy

will sighed softly, making his way to the fridge. opening the door, looking inside and seeing a full fridge, and a fresh box of nancy’s favorite wine. he snarled at the sight, reaching for the leftover chicken dish from the night prior. as his fingers touched the plate, the phone rang loudly on the wall beside him. will mutters a soft ‘jesus fucking christ’ before grabbing the phone and putting it to his ear.

“hello?”

“hello, is this william afton?” the voice on the other end spoke sternly, with purpose.

“yes it is, um, may i ask who’s calling?” will questions, the voice unfamiliar.

“this is officer jake morris with the hurricane police department, do you have some time to come to your restaurant and speak with me?”

will swallows the lump in his throat, coughing slightly before agreeing to show up shortly. he hangs the phone up, and quickly rushes out to his car to wipe off his steering wheel and gear shift. being sure to take the blood stained clothes from the backseat and tossing them into the house. for just a moment, will thought he was alright. he figured he’d be okay. until he looked down at his shoes, drops of blood stuck to them.

“FUCK! GODDAMNIT STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!” will yells, smacking the palm of his hand against his forehead. he rushes upstairs to his closet, tossing shoes around as he looked for a similar pair. quickly putting them on and running out the door. the drive was silent, minus the heavy sound of will’s panicked breathing. he wasn’t sure why his blood stained shoes made him panic. nevertheless, he slowed his breathing and parked the car. slowly getting out, he looks at henry, who’s stood by the front door with two police officers, sobbing.

“hey- henry. what’s going on?” will hesitated, wrapping her in a hug.

‘play it cool, will. it’ll never be obvious that it was you. just make sure to turn on the tears.’ he thought.

“it-it’s charlie! she wasn’t at home this morning, i figured she had gone to a friends house last night after the birthday party and just forgotten to call. but-“ she pauses, burying her face into his chest. “when i got here today, i went to take out some trash, and i- i saw her body there by the dumpster..”

will sighed, forcing himself to produce tears, shaking his shoulders as he faked sobs. soon, the need to fake the crying faltered, and will was genuinely sobbing. the guilt of what he had done, of who he had hurt, the fear of getting caught. it became too much to handle for him. he couldn’t breathe properly, hyperventilating and choking back sobs. the two officers slowly made their way to henry and will, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.

“mrs. emily, we need to get a statement from mr. afton, if you don’t mind. the rest of the crew is on their way to begin investigating, i’d call your husband-“ officer drake starts, henry glares disgustingly at the word. “apologies, your um- your wife, and give her the news.”

henry nods, hugging will tightly one last time before whispering, “i love you, thank you for being my best friend..” then walking away, inside the restaurant to call francesca, her wife.

the two police officers pull william away from the door, one of them hands him a tissue. will wipes his nose and his eyes, sighing heavily.

“mr. afton, we are aware that you were here last night working, did you happen to see anything suspicious or hear anything? walk me through your shift, start to finish.” officer morris questions.

“well, i got here at around 5:30 or so, there was a party last night and the group had rented out the restaurant for the evening. henry had to be there for the party, leaving me to come in and do inventory and orders and night prep. we don’t like to keep the kitchen staff all night when there’s a rental.” will starts, watching intently as the officers wrote down what he said, being sure to make note of what officer drake was writing about his body language. subtly, he shifted, making himself seem more concerned, less fidgety.

“when i came in, i started with making the schedule, then i moved on to payroll. after that i did the night prep for today, and i finished with inventory and the order sheet. i meant to put it in the mailbox tonight. but uh- after i finished the order sheet i went outside for a cigarette, and to get some fresh air. i didn’t see anything, i even walked to the dumpster because i heard a raccoon rummaging around in there. so i scared it off. i didn’t see charlie at all, honestly i didn’t even know she was at the restaurant until henry told me today. i didn’t leave the back of house all evening. once i finished my cigarette, i walked around the building as to not disturb the party, then i went to a friends house.”

“a friends house?” officer morris asked, squinting slightly.

“yes, my wife and i have been having some marital issues recently, so i have been staying off and on at friends' places.”

both officers nod, look william up and down, scanning him. then close their notepads, extend their hands for will to shake and thank him for his time.

“we will be in touch with mrs. emily with updates. please, let us know if you hear anything about this.” officer drake smiles, patting will on the shoulder.

they give will the okay to go home, as he would need to call staff and let them know that the restaurant would be closed until further notice. until the police got all the evidence they possibly could. will began to walk towards his car, until one of the officers called him back.

“mr. afton?”

“uh- yeah?” he tried to mask the annoyance in his voice as he turned around.

“there’s cameras here, correct? i see one just above the front door there. are they placed all around the building?”

“um, no. just the one up front. there are quite a few inside. they only record video, no audio. the one located in the kitchen doesn’t work at all.” will clarifies, scratching the back of his neck.

“okay, thank you for your time once again. we will be sure to make note of that in our investigation. we will call if we have any more questions for you.” officer drake notes.

will nods before turning back around, and walking to his car. driving off as quickly as he could. as soon as he knew he was out of view of the police officers, he sped away towards his house. pulling into the driveway, it seemed as if he couldn’t get inside fast enough. the fear of getting caught, of being found out, was beginning to eat at him. the sick feeling in his stomach rose again, like when he was drunk. he knew he couldn’t fight it, he knew that it was inevitable, yet he still tried to swallow it away. sweat beaded on his forehead, his breathing became rapid. the buttons on his shirt began to feel too tight, his hands shook as he frantically tried to pull the shirt off over his head. yet it didn’t budge, will needed the garment off. harshly grabbing the fabric and ripping it off, the pieces of the shirt fall to the floor. he gags, stumbling to the downstairs half bathroom. kneeling down, he retches, his stomach trying to get out any contents. only nothing came, only bile and spit.

will shakily stood after a few minutes, flushing the toilet and looking at himself in the mirror. his face pale, eyes sunken. gasping desperately for air, his eyes began to fill with tears again. not of guilt, or fear. but of aching. his wife didn’t- no- never loved him, his family was distancing themselves, as they wanted nothing to do with the person who caused the death of their beloved grandson, and he would lose henry too, if she ever found out what he’d done. the only friend who had stayed by his side, the only person who truly loved him, of course he knew she didn’t love him romantically, but she was his best friend, and his family. she knew almost everything about him.

he made his way to the kitchen, to the phone, and made some calls. to the few staff who would be on today, the few that remained. they would spread the word to the others, it took maybe 20 minutes for him to make the calls. within those 20 minutes, will remembered about nancy’s wine in the fridge, and it made him feel sick again. it made him focus on his past, the beginning of when he and nancy started dating. what she had done, how he got to this point. how he knew, deep down, that he wasn’t loved. he knew he was just an object for procreation to her. and the sickening bitter taste of the glass of wine she gave him that one party. the party on january 14th, 1967.

her friend wendy’s parents had gone out of town for a week, so nancy was staying there with her. they decided that it would be a bright idea to throw a party, and invite “nancy’s new little virgin boy”. will only knew they said that after he was picked up and brought to wendy’s house, and that is how the other guys at the party greeted him. before he could even talk to nancy about what he was doing here, a drink was shoved into his hand, and he was coerced to drink it. he knew he shouldn’t have, but he just wanted to fit in. plus, nancy was practically begging him to drink it.

the wine was a deep purple red, almost like blood, and he snarled at the scent. it smelled like the grape juice at church. yet when it hit his tongue, he knew something was off. the bitterness made him stop and cough for a moment, but nancy grabbed his wrist and forced him to finish the cup. he remembers her making a strange comment about ‘it’s just like you’re having communion, it’s okay.’.

will sits himself on the floor, back against the wall. closing his eyes, the memory becomes clearer. he knows it’s true now, he’d spent 16 years living in denial about the truth. he could blame nancy for his actions and mistakes and the way he was, but he didn’t know if it was true. if there was any honesty behind his words, or if he had just gotten beaten so badly after he told his parents of nancy’s pregnancy, that his brain made it up. but no, this was real. and he knew deep down, he knew that he’d always known it was the truth. yet, for a while, she had made him believe he was lying to himself. william james afton was a broken man, everyone around him could see it. except you, whatever you saw in his fucked up soul, he will never know.

pulling his knees to his chest, as the tears begin to fall from his eyes. the aching in his chest, the sick feeling in his stomach, the pain in his head, he just wished it would all go away. quietly he began to pray, begging god to make this pain stop, to make this memory disappear.

the other males at the party brought him over to the couch, sitting him down and interrogating him about his religion. or what he saw in nancy, just all stupid questions. and within 15 minutes, will was slurring his words, and could barely keep his body upright as he sat. nancy and two of her friends sat on the floor in front of him, and he mustered as much strength as he could to lift his head from his slumped posture, to try and call nancy’s name. to tell her he didn’t feel good, he wanted to go home, to call his mom, call 911, someone just help him. yet, his voice was muffled by nancy’s cackling laugh as her other friend este, pointed out the state that will was in. nancy stood, helped william stand and said to her friends.

“trust me girls, he’s not going to remember any of this. so to him, he’s still a virgin!” she laughs as she drags will to the spare bedroom she was staying in, his feet stumbling beneath himself. nancy laid him down on the bed, and the next thing he knew, he was unclothed as nancy’s mouth was wrapped around his cock. he wanted to push her away, to tell her to stop, get off, help me. yet, he couldn’t move, and he couldn’t speak. nancy smiled as she slid his cock inside herself, without protection. all william could manage to do was close his eyes as the tears fell down his face, onto the pillow behind his head. her vile and disgusting words making the nauseous knot in his stomach tighten.

“i bet that feels so good, huh?” “too bad you won’t remember this.” “you’re just taking it so well.”

she gasped as his cock unwillingly twitched and throbbed inside her, filling her pussy with cum. will didn’t want this, he couldn’t control it. nancy laid next to him, gently holding his face before kissing him on the forehead and helping him dress himself. he flinched at each touch on his skin, froze in place when she placed a kiss onto his neck. then she dressed herself, took his hand, and led him to her car. rolling down the windows as she began to drive towards his house. the tears began to sting his eyes again, desperately he tries to blink them away. whatever she had put in his drink was beginning to wear off now, but not fast enough. he had regained control over his limbs and fingers, yet his brain still felt foggy, and he couldn’t speak without slurring.

nancy dropped him off outside his house, she didn’t even bother to help him get to his front door, or inside to his bed. helplessly, will stumbled up the porch stairs, and into the house. his mother sat in her usual spot in the living room, having a glass of wine, listening to a beatles record. emma looked up at him from her book, and snarled her nose. she scolded him for drinking, and for doing stupid things. smacking him on the back of the head, and sending him to his room. but only after she promises not to tell his father. will laid on his bed, and sobbed silently into his pillow.

standing quickly, he goes to the fridge and grabs the box of wine from inside. pouring it all down the drain. he throws the box on the ground and begins kicking it, stomping on it.

“STUPID FUCKING BITCH! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!” he yells, stabbing his knife into the box. will stands, catching his breath. slowly making his way to the wall of framed pictures, dragging his finger slowly across the frames, until he reaches a collection of photos. all of him and nancy, perfectly framed and in pristine condition. nancy prided herself on being able to keep glass so crystal clear. clear enough you can almost see your reflection.

will stared at the pictures, the photos from prom, michael’s birth, nancy’s graduation, his graduation, their wedding, his college graduation, the opening of fredbears. he felt nothing but rage. one by one he grabbed the frames off the wall, throwing them onto the ground. smiling down at the mess of glass on the floor, he knelt down, grabbing the pictures from beneath the shards. taking the small pile of pictures, he sits down at the kitchen table and pulls his lighter out of his pocket. carefully, he burns each one, letting the ash fall into his ashtray.

i’ve been fighting the notion, to my love be coerced.

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fredbears-faggot · 26 days ago

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (11)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

WARNINGS: smut, oral (m on f and f on m), blood kink, knife play, hints of manipulation if u think about it really hard, cheating

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11: midnight motorist

william needed more than what he had just done. he needed something rough, hard, fast.

he needed to fuck someone.

and the only ‘someone’ on his mind was, you.

and of course he knew your address, he had given you a lift home once or twice when your car was in the shop, and of course home from the bar.

his blood stained hands grip the steering wheel as he speeds through traffic towards your house. his cock beginning to ache and throb as he thought of you in lewd positions. he pictured you in the short skirt of your uniform, bent over his desk, arousal just dripping down your thighs. he pictured his bloody hands spanking your ass red and raw, holding a knife to your pretty little throat as he fucked you from behind, making you beg and plead and say his fucking name.

the drive to your apartment felt long to william, the pressure of his cock against his pants driving him crazy. although he was speeding he felt like it took hours. when he arrived he neglected to knock, rather kick at your door lightly.

it’s late.

really late.

you walk to the door and look through the peephole at william, covered in blood. gasping, you swiftly open the door for him.

“mr. afton! are you-“

“please just call me will. we’re friends, remember?” he speaks softly, calmly.

“will, are you okay? what happened?” the panic rises in your voice again.

“i’m alright.” he sighs and gently holds your face, kicking the door shut behind him.

the sight of his sleeves rolled up, blood staining his shirt and hands and splats on his face, still wet from the crime. but you didn’t know what he’d done, the sight of him though, had your knees weak, made your heart beat faster, and your pussy get slightly wet.

“what are you doing here so late?” you ask, his hand still holding your face, eyes gazing into yours.

“because i need you.”

“you what?”

“i. need. you.” he pulls you close to him, his lips hovering over yours. cock standing fully on end the moment he laid his eyes on you in your pj’s, being an oversized shirt and black lace panties. you whimper as his lips tease your own, hovering, brushing, his tongue softly dipping out to gently lick your lips. his other hand not on your face holds your hip under your shirt.

“please will-“ you stand on your toes and try to press your lips against his, he swiftly pulls your head back by your hair.

“i’ll give you what you want, if you can keep a secret.”

“i won’t tell anyone about us- i won’t say anything about what we did- or-or will do!”

“that’s not the secret, i don’t care so much about that.” he presses his cock against you.

“i’ll tell you, but, you can’t say anything at all, to anyone, ever.”

“how serious is it?” you ask, his hands fall from your body and he pulls a knife from his pocket, opens it with his teeth, holding it to your throat.

“if you tell anyone, i will kill you.” he spits through gritted teeth. the cold sharp steel pressed against your throat has your knees almost buckling, you gasp and hold yourself up by grabbing his shoulders.

“i’ll never tell a soul” you grab the knife and lick it while making direct eye contact with william, the metallic taste of blood falls over your lips as the sharp blade softly cut your tongue. and with that, he’s gripping the knife and tossing it to the couch. his lips pressed against yours roughly and harshly, your breath being taken straight from your lips, his hands roaming your body, his fingers leaving behind trails of blood. he rips your shirt off and gropes your breasts, his teeth dragging against your lip roughly, causing you to moan and gasp. trailing his hands over your body again, stopping at the backs of your thighs, lifting you with ease and carrying you to what he thought was your bedroom, and laying you down on the bed. ripping his shirt so hard that buttons scatter across the floor, dropping the ripped fabric to the floor, revealing his blood stained torso.

you lift your head to look at him.

“will?”

“don’t you worry about me, doll.” he whispers in your ear “it’s not my blood” he growls before kissing you roughly again. with that knowledge you somehow get wetter. his left hand grips your waist and his right holds your face, slipping his blood soaked thumb between your lips, you lick and suck the blood away, your drool sliding down his hand and wetting the now dried blood, he grabs your throat, choking you lightly, just enough to make your breath gasp. trailing his other hand down toward your panties, slipping his index finger into them and pulling the sheer fabric down your legs, letting it fall to the floor. his slow languid motions drawing small subtle whimpers from you. you can feel his hard cock through his pants, you reach one hand down to paw at it, gently rubbing and stroking. his moans being muffled by the kiss on your lips. he stands up, undoing his belt and taking his pants off with it, his boxers falling soon after. his dick standing straight out, a white bead of precum sat on the tip, threatening to drip to the floor. he grabs your hair and slides his dick straight into your mouth, right over your tongue. pushing his cock as far as he could into your throat, feeling you gag around the tip.

“oh fuck-“ he moans and tugs at your hair, holding your head still, slowly beginning to thrust into your throat. drool drips down your chin, tears run down your cheeks, smearing the makeup you had neglected to remove before william showed up. shoving his cock deep into your throat, you gag and your eyes water, he holds his dick into your throat for a moment, until you start to lose breath. he pulls out, you gasp for air, he grabs your face with his bloody hands and looks down at you.

“you look so pretty, doll. all your makeup running down your cheeks, nose all red, blood on your cheeks and face. such a pretty little picture.” he made you blush, even though you knew he had done something wrong, you know it was bad, you couldn’t get enough of him. of how his rough hands trailed your skin, his teeth nipped at your neck, sucking dark hickeys into your skin. you couldn’t get enough of how good he made you feel, he didn’t care if you told people that you fucked. as long as his secret is kept, you get him all you want.

and that was all you needed. william.

he hasn’t even put his cock or fingers in you yet, and you know you’re absolutely soaked, you can feel it running down your thighs. you needed something soon. you needed his cock or fingers or tongue so badly that you were willing to beg for it, beg for him. he lays you back down and kisses your lips softly, then your neck, your tits, your tummy, your thighs, then finally he placed a slow languid lick on your pussy, you arch your hips up into his tongue.

“stay fucking still, slut. you get what i give you.” he growls, biting your thigh harshly, blood begins running from the wound. he holds your hips in place, digging his nails into your skin, blood slowly dripping from those. licking the wound on your leg, kissing it, tasting the metallic flavor of your blood, he kisses you again, blood on his lips, he uses the pretty red krovvy to wet his fingers before pushing two of them into you slowly, his tongue slowly playing with your clit, licking softly, adding gentle sucks here and there.

but you needed more.

you whine, and william takes that as a signal to give you more. his tongue began to lick at your clit faster, wetness now coating his hand. fingering you faster and harder, his fingers hitting the right spot inside you, while his tongue annihilated your clit. william sucks harshly, still holding your hips down with one hand.

“will-!” you moan, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling his tongue against your pussy more. he was enjoying every moment of this. the way you taste, the blood running from your thigh, your hips forced to still as you take it.

then, he pulls away.

“w-why’d you stop?”

“you’re not gonna cum yet, doll. im gonna make you cum on my cock” he pushes your knees back toward your shoulders and slides his cock deep into you. stalling for a moment to let you adjust, then he started to fuck you, slow and deep at first. his pace just quickened, his thrusts harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the empty air along with your moans. blood dripped down onto your torso from the wound he had inflicted, he uses one of his hands to smear blood along your nipples teasingly twisting them, tugging on them, feeling them harden beneath his fingertips.

“god you’re so fucking tight.” he growls, fucking deep into you, you could feel your stomach bulging as he fucked you deeply.

“say my fucking name when you cum, doll.” he orders.

all you could think was william. your every thought becomes about him in this moment, the way he just uses you, and fucks you, and bites you, marks you. you wanted him to fill you up, nice and deep. he thrusts a few more times, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you. again and again and again. your orgasm was hard, strong, and it made you scream.

“william!!”

he laughed softly to himself, sinking deep into your tight pussy once more, you wrap your legs around his thighs, locking him into you as he filled you with hot spurts of cum. he looked at you and kissed you softly.

“let’s go take a shower, doll.” he says and you smile, he doesn’t even bother to pull out, william just lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom, turning the hot water on, and setting you down, the two of you covered in cum and blood, you definitely need a shower.

and so you did, spending a lot of time washing his body to get all the blood off, washing the blood from his hair. not once did he mention who’s it was as you helped him wash it off.

“you mind if i stay here tonight, doll? i’ll even wash the sheets.”

“i don’t mind, i know we will probably drink some, and i don’t want you driving like that. don’t worry about the sheets, that was the guest room anyway.” you smile up at him. he smiles back. his eyes having a new sinister, lustful glint behind them.

the two of you finish your shower and you get him some clothes that had been left by ex boyfriends to wear. you put on new pj’s and the two of you go into your living room, getting a bottle of wine for the two of you to split while you watched vhs’s for hours straight, talking into the night, eventually falling asleep holding one another.

you only knew you fell asleep when you woke up in the morning, your head pounding, an ache in your thigh, without thinking or looking you shove the arm off you, getting up to get a drink of water, then you see the state of your guest bedroom, the blood soaked clothes on your floor, the blood stained sheets.

what the fuck happened?

you heard the man get up and stretch and yawn. you walk into the room and it hits you all at once.

you fucked your boss who was covered in blood last night.

and he smiles at you, and that smile makes you swoon, it gets your heart beating faster. he pulls you close to him.

“you remember our little deal, doll?”

“i keep your secret, and i get what i want.”

“don’t tell anyone about our little encounters either, baby, can’t let my “reputation” get tarnished, eh love? plus, can’t have this getting back to my wife.”

oh right. his wife, nancy.

your eyes flick down to his left hand, scanning each finger slowly, hesitating. you reach the ring finger and you see the silver catch the light just right to hurt your eyes. you look back to him.

“yes mr.af-“

“will.” he corrects you.

“yes will.”

“good girl”. he pats your face and kisses you softly, grabbing his keys and clothes from the guest bedroom floor, he heads toward your front door.

“william?” you say as he opens the door.

“hm?”

“w-who’s blood was that?” you sound timid, knowing how you could be linked to a crime that you didn’t commit through him was so thrilling. you would do whatever he wanted you to.

“oh- charlotte emily’s.” he says before shutting the door, and heading to his car.

oh.

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (10)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion

TW: gore, murder, religious themes

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10: sacrificial lamb

“will? are you awake?” you yawn, rubbing your eyes as you sit up.

“barely..” he groans. trying to swallow away the nauseating feeling in his stomach.

“how are you feeling? do you need anything? maybe a shower?”

he sits up slowly, holding his head. keeping his eyes closed tightly. you look behind him at the window, and grab a spare blanket and drape it over the blinds, making the room darker.

“thank you. um-“ he pauses, opening his eyes and rubbing the tiredness from his face. “a shower would be nice, i might need some help though. the room is still spinning quite a lot.”

“yeah, of course. do you need something for your head?”

“two advil please. but i’ll take that after i shower, i feel disgusting.” he yawns, slowly standing up.

you follow suit, wrapping your arm around his waist and slowly leading him to the bathroom. turning the light on, grabbing a towel for him, he seats himself down on the edge of the tub, hunching over and taking a deep breath. you reach behind him and try to start the shower, but it wasn’t working at the moment. sophie and jenny had left about 15 minutes ago, and one of them hadn’t turned the faucet off properly. so you both had to wait a bit longer for it to start working again.

“i’ll go make some coffee while we wait for the shower to start working, it’s kind of fucked up. how do you take your coffee, will?”

“three sugar, and cream. thank you for asking.” he smiles, taking your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

you blush and bite your lip, turning around to go to the kitchen. seeing that coffee was already made, a note on the pot that read,

hope you two had fun last night, he’s gonna need this for sure. be back on wednesday - jenny & soph <3

you roll your eyes at the implications the note made, and grab two mugs from the cabinet. putting the sugar in will’s mug before pouring the coffee in, stirring it to let it dissolve. adding the cream and stirring again, making your coffee right after. you carefully take them to the bathroom as they were quite full. will mutters a thank you as he takes the mug. he keeps his eyes on you as he takes a long drink.

“would it be possible to turn the light off and light some candles? it’s still very bright in here, and it’s making my headache worse..” he pleaded.

“yeah, sure. give me just a second..” you smile, reaching into one of the drawers for a lighter. lighting the few candles scattered around the bathroom, then turning off the lights. the bathroom was dim, but you could still see.

will finished his coffee, standing to sit the mug on the counter. he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. you set your mug down next to his and walk to the shower, turning it on for him. when you turn around, will has already fully undressed. you can’t help yourself, you stared for a moment longer than you should have.

god he looked so good.

“doll, you’re staring.” he laughs, walking towards you and stepping into the shower. he extends his hand out of the curtain. “care to join me?”

and only then, did you notice his wedding ring on his finger. your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitate for a moment. then slowly take your shirt and shorts off, taking his hand and stepping in under the stream of water. he runs his hands up and down your waist, giving your ass a soft squeeze. you smirk and grab his wrist.

“hey now, handsy. we’re supposed to be showering.” you laugh.

“you’re just too irresistible.” he sighs, kissing you roughly. his hands holding your waist so tightly, you were certain that you’d bruise. will pulls away, staring at you.

“should i just use your shampoo and body wash?” he turns around, grabbing the light purple bottle from the shelf.

“yeah that’s fine, do you have to work today?”

he nods, lathering the shampoo through his hair. handing the bottle to you for you to wash your own hair. you take it from him and do the same, rinsing your hair after he does, then grabbing your conditioner and putting it in your hair.

“i work tonight, i’ll just have you drop me off at my place beforehand. i’ll have to grab a few things. i need to stay late tonight.”

you hum in response, grabbing your loofah and putting some body wash on it. lathering it up, and scrubbing your body clean. will grabs the bottle of body wash and uses his hands to clean himself. the two of you rinse off, and step out. wrapping yourselves in towels, you having an extra one wrapped around your hair. you rummage around in the medicine cabinet, looking for some advil for him. once you found it, you opened it and poured two into your hand, giving them to will. he thanks you, grabbing your mug using a bit of the remaining coffee to take the two pills. he takes your hand and leads you back to your bedroom, stopping for a moment to blow out the candles, sitting on your bed, pulling you onto his lap. his lips latching onto your collarbone, teeth nipping softly at the skin.

“will- quit. what’s gotten into you?” you laugh softly. gently pulling him off by his hair.

“you really wanna know?” he smirks, hands sliding under the towel, up your thighs.

“tell me.”

“the fact that i haven’t genuinely had sex in months, the closest thing has been when you sucked my cock. i’m a man with needs, doll…” he moans softly, starting to grind against you. you bite your lip, locking eyes with him.

“this is so wrong, will… you should be at home with your family.” you sigh. gently holding his face, you go to get off his lap, but he holds you tighter.

“i don’t give a fuck about her, and you know that. please, doll? at least let me taste you-“

“not now, will… maybe later? maybe i can come to work early tomorrow or stay late so we can?”

“fine.” he sighs, softly pouting. going back to gently kissing your collarbones, then up your neck, and to your lips.

you blush, and step off his lap. dropping your towel as you searched for clothes to wear for your day off. you needed to go to the grocery store, and stop by the bank. will stands, grabbing his pants from the floor, stepping into them. he picks up his shirt from the night before, inspecting it closely.

“doll, do you mind if i leave this shirt here for you to wash? i think i might have puked on it.” he grimaces.

“you did… but yeah, that’s okay. i’ll get it back to you soon. i’m sure i have a shirt you could wear home, from an old halloween costume i did or something.” you giggle, searching in the back of your closet, finding a large plain black button down, and tossing it to him. he blows you a kiss before putting it on.

after the two of you dressed, you led him out to your car. he gives you his address and tells you vaguely how to get to his place. the drive is silent, minus for the sound of the road underneath the car, and the few sirens that came and went. will softly hummed to the radio, glancing over at you every so often. until you pulled up outside his house, will looks out the window and sighs.

“i’ve gotta come up with a story… she can’t know i was at your place.. fuck it- whatever. i'll figure it out.” he groans, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek before getting out of the car. you watch as he goes to the front door and steps inside. speeding off so as to not get noticed by nancy.

will sighs, sitting himself on the couch. his headache finally subsided, and the nausea finally passed. so he stands and makes his way to the kitchen, nancy is stood at the stove, cooking lunch. she turns around, staring him down.

“where were you? i expected you to be home last night-“ she nagged

“you did? sure didn’t seem like it. and where i was doesn’t concern you.” will huffed.

“it does though. i mean, we are still married, and you are still my husband. regardless of how much you hate it. and i have a right to know if you were off sleeping with some dumb slut-“

“jesus christ nancy, i was at dave’s! he was at junior’s, and saw how drunk i was getting so he gave me a ride to his place to sleep it off! not everything i do has to do with me cheating on you! fuck! you act like it happened more than once-“

“but it did happen! that’s my point! if i had gotten a boyfriend when you were off at school i guarantee we wouldn’t be married still.”

“oh so the way our relationship is, is my fault? no, nancy. you’re not going to blame me for this shit. you may have to do some serious mental gymnastics and thinking to understand why. this is on you. you just can’t pinpoint what you did wrong.”

“then tell me! if it’s so wrong and horrible, tell me what i did to you?”

will laughs, hard enough to cause himself to bend over and clutch his stomach. nancy stares at him, unsure of what happened to the person she fell in love with. she didn’t know the man in front of her, and she was concerned. will caught his breath and sits down at the table.

“no. i’m not going to tell you shit.” he sighs, looking up at her. then he stands again, going upstairs to their bedroom, locking the door. michael heard the door slam, and exited his room, making his way downstairs to the kitchen. going to his mother who was sobbing as she chopped veggies. he softly tapped her on the shoulder before wrapping her in a hug.

“what’s wrong?”

“mike- honey, it doesn’t matter. it’s okay… i promise.” she sniffles, wiping her eyes.

“no, mom. you guys have been like this for as long as i can remember! i don’t have a proper family, and nobody will tell me why! nobody has ever told me anything about why you hate each other-“

“i don’t hate your father. he’s just- he’s made a lot of mistakes that i haven’t quite forgiven him for..” nancy sits at the kitchen table, pouring herself a second mug of coffee.

“but what? i remember being 5 years old and you guys loved each other, then dad went away for school and everything went all shit!”

“language, son.”

“sorry…”

“your father and i had agreed on not telling you about this until you were old enough, but i guess you’re old enough now.. but uh-“ she pauses, lighting one of will’s cigarettes. taking a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. “your father cheated on me, when he was gone at college. i only found out because i caught them together.”

“he did?”

“your father is a very careless man, michael.”

the hours passed and will headed to work, ignoring nancy on his way out. the restaurant had a small party reservation for the evening so henry was still there, and she would be there until after close. will really only showing up to work tonight to finish the schedule for the next week, get payments situated and other menial tasks that henry wouldn’t be able to attend to, although he’d only be there for a few hours and henry would be leaving before him. he sat at his desk, an unlit joint resting in the ashtray, a lit cigarette in his hand, trailing back and forth from his lips to ashing in the tray. the schedule was draining, as many people had either requested off for a vacation or outright quit after evan’s death. they didn’t want to be associated with the company. sighing as he sticks the end of his cigarette into the ashtray, rubbing his face. will stands, walking to the other side of his office to a smaller table where the inventory list was placed. he double checked it compared to his order sheet, grabbed his joint, then made his way outside.

will allowed the door to shut behind him, not wanting to hear the children inside. he pats his pockets for the weight of his keys, feeling the outline of his pocket knife on the other side. placing the joint between his lips, his hand cups around the lighter, protecting the flame from the slight breeze. the flame barely has a chance to touch the paper as will heard soft cries coming from the opposite side of the building. he takes the joint from his lips and puts it back into his pocket, his hand holding onto the knife in his pocket. as he turned the corner, he saw charlotte emily, sat on the ground with her head in her knees, crying softly. the door behind her shut, happening to be the only one without a handle to get back inside.

“charlie?” will whispers, not wanting to scare her. she lifts her head up and scrambles to her feet, running to him. wrapping her arms around him, sobbing.

“hey, what’s wrong? what are you doing out here?”

“these kids they were just- they were making fun of me and pushing me around and then they pushed me out here and i couldn’t get back inside, and it’s dark and scary.” she cries. will gently rubs her back, hugging her tightly.

“it’s alright, uncle will is here. you’re okay.”

“promise that i’m safe with you?”

will smirks, reaching down into his pocket and grabbing his knife, slowly opening it behind his back as charlie stared up at him. her eyes red and teary, her nose running. will stared back, the feeling of hate began to rise in his chest.

anger, betrayal, grief, revenge

will knew deep down that what he was about to do was wrong, he knew that henry would never forgive him if she found out. but would he regret it?

“i promise. you’re safe with me.” he smiles. his mind racing, what’s wrong, what’s right, repentance, sin, forgiveness, salvation. perhaps this is what he needed to do to make himself whole again. a sacrifice to god. his child was taken from him, now he must snuff the life of charlotte emily, to rid himself of this numbness and pain. then, as suddenly as charlie opened her mouth to speak, she was silenced with a whimper, the blade of will’s knife stabbing into her abdomen. will twists the knife before pulling it out, then plunging it into her again, and again and again. she falls to the ground, right by a nearby dumpster, blood gurgling from her mouth.

“charlie, charlie, charlie…. cmon, you know that this is what needs to happen. for uncle will to be happy again, i need to do this. now, say your prayers…” he smiles softly, tilting her chin to look at him. her eyes full of tears again, blood staining her chin and clothes. charlie was unable to speak, between the fear and the pain, she had no voice. the man she grew up calling uncle was killing her. will slaps her, standing over her.

“say it with me now.”

charlie coughs, then begins to speak slowly, matching will’s pace. “soul of christ, sanctify me, body of christ, save me, blood of christ, inebriate me, water from the side of christ, wash me, passion of christ, strengthen me, o good Jesus, hear me. hide me within your wounds, keep me close to you, defend me from the evil enemy, call me at the hour of my death, and bid me to come to you, to praise you with your saints, forever and ever. amen.”

“good job, little lamb.” will declares. then, he lowers himself down, kneeling over her. performing the sign of the cross over himself, then over charlie. his knuckles white as he grips the knife, plunging it into her chest, directly into her heart, twisting it and pulling it out. will wipes the blade on his pants, stands, then begins walking to his car. he knew henry was going to lock up, so he just left. getting a cigarette lit for his drive, he sat for a moment, his eyes on the closed front door of fredbears.

if henry finds out i did this, i'm dead to her… fuck- no i can’t think like that! it was a sacrifice!

will thought, releasing a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. then, pulls out of the parking lot.

are you listening now, god?

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (9)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

WARNINGS: emetophobia warning, this chapter has a graphic description of vomiting.

chapter under the cut

9: grief

fredbears closed for a week, long enough for will to come in and clean fredbear as best as he could. nancy’s parents offering to pay for the funeral, so he could have a christian burial, they had said catholic ones take too long. will was empty, he hadn’t shed a single tear since evan passed. he didn’t cry as he held evan’s hand at his hospital bedside, and the heart monitor began to flatline.

all he could bring himself to do was get high and draw out more blueprints for the new location and animatronics. nancy was beside herself with grief, she could barely eat, and when she did it made her sick. she would wake up in the middle of the night each night, screaming and crying. all she wanted was for her son to be alive, and she knew it was an accident. nancy couldn’t hate michael for what he’d done.

will on the other hand, all he did was resent him. he wished he’d never been born. if william could go back in time, he wouldn’t have stayed with nancy, maybe things would have turned out differently than they were. but he can’t, he can’t change the past.

michael hadn’t spoken a single word since the party. he had isolated himself in his room, only coming out to use the bathroom. all he did was lay in bed, the blood speckled on his face from the bite having not been washed off in the week since the incident. michael couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

the day of the funeral, nancy helped michael into the shower, and helped him get dressed. even though he was 15, almost 16, he needed her help just this once. because he had spent so long laying in bed that his body ached and his limbs felt stiff. every single time he looked in the mirror he wanted to cry and scream and claw at his face until it bled.

it’s all my fault.

nancy had set restrictions on who was allowed at the funeral and who wasn’t, only family and the emily’s. no one from work, they didn’t need to be there. regardless of how well they think they know the family, the employees are not allowed here.

the heaviness in the air at columbus family mortuary felt like thick molasses. a persistent weight on the family’s shoulders. there was no way to pull themselves out of this grief, no way to piece their lives back together. their family didn’t feel whole anymore, and no matter how hard will tried to explain, his parents blamed him. yet, he knew it wasn’t his fault, you had told him everything.

emma and james spoke for a brief while, and nancy’s parents did too. lizzie did her best to get through the small paragraph she had written but choked up halfway through, nancy sobbed through her entire speech. will didn’t speak, he didn’t have the words to express his anger, his grief.

the funeral was short, and evan was buried with his glo worm. everyone went out front, william stood away from everyone else, smoking a cigarette. henry approached him slowly, tapping his shoulder.

“will?”

“yes, henry?” he coughs, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. charlotte was trailing close behind henry.

“i just- i uh wanted to see how you’re doing? and charlie wanted to give you a hug…” she smiles. charlotte quietly hugs will, tall for her age. she was 12, but reached henry’s shoulders. will presses his lips into a soft smile, returning the hug. he watches as she slowly walks away, standing with michael.

“i’m as okay as i can be, henry. i mean, you obviously wouldn’t understand how this feels.” he shrugs, stepping out his cigarette.

henry furrows her brows, confused at his harshness. her eyes watch his face, for any sort of sign of the will she knew back then. he’d changed so much, as much as she loved her dear friend, and how badly she wanted to help him through this. she knew now that he wouldn’t allow that. he was pushing everyone away. he looks back at her, meeting her eyes from behind the sunglasses.

“if only you knew what this feels like, if only you fucking knew how bad this hurts. you can sit and pretend that you care about me, henry. i know deep down that you don’t. and i know that nancy feeds you fucking lies about me. right?” will laughs.

“what the fuck? you’re gonna sit here and say i don’t care about you? are you fucking kidding me william?” she whispers, smacking his shoulder softly.

“i care! i care about you, if i didn’t i wouldn’t be here right now, if i didn’t i wouldn’t be your fucking friend! you’re hurting, i get that! trust me i understand you’re in pain. but you are not going to sit here and talk down to me because of it-“

“you don’t understand though, henry! you don’t! is your kid dead? is your marriage failing? no! none of that has happened to you! so shut the fuck up about ‘you understand i’m in pain’” he mocks.

“whatever, will. when you chill the fuck out call me, i’m not gonna hold this shit against you. but do not ever speak to me like that again. i am not nancy, i will smack the shit out of you and you know that. i need to get my family home now, have a good night, william.” henry sighs, walking to her wife and leading them to her car.

nancy’s parents look at him, lean close to her and whisper something. his own parents had left shortly after burial had finished. nancy was stood with michael and her parents, so will looked around for a moment, patted his pockets and made sure he had his wallet. he grabs the keys from his suit jacket, and walks to nancy.

“nan, you’re going to want to take these. i’m not going to be in any condition to drive here soon.” he says, sliding the keys into her hand.

“will, if you’re walking to junior’s do not call me to pick you up when you’re blacking out. i don’t want to deal with that right now.” she scoffs, taking the keys from him.

will turns around, heading down the street towards junior’s. nancy’s mother saying something along the lines of “why did you choose him again?”. yet will doesn’t care, all he wants is to be in the comfort of the bar, drinking away the pain.

he walked for the twenty minutes it took to get there, hurricane wasn’t a large town by any means. sure it had outskirts and neighborhoods, but the downtown area was quite walkable. he opens the door to the bar, takes off his suit jacket and unbuttons his sleeves. seating himself at the bar, april steps in front of him.

“april! my favorite bartender! how are you?” he smiles, taking his tie off and placing it on the bar top.

“hi, will… how are you? are you okay? i heard about your son.” she asks, placing a hand over his and giving a soft squeeze. will returns the squeeze, and gives her hand a soft kiss.

“let’s not talk about that, just get me a drink.” he smirks, patting her hand.

“whatever floats your boat, honey. we can talk about whatever you’d like, you know i can keep a secret.” she laughs, turning around to grab the bottle of whiskey behind her, putting some ice in a glass and pouring a few ounces of it in. she hands it to will, and he takes a long drink. taking a moment to swirl the liquor around the ice.

“that one’s on the house, you want some food? we got the grill and fryer in the back working again. i can talk to theo about throwing you together a sandwich or some chili cheese fries or something?” april exclaims.

will nods, taking another drink and setting the now empty glass on the bar.

“i’ll take both, if possible. i’m not picky on meat, just no ham-“ will starts

“we have chicken, thin steak, or turkey.” she interrupts.

“i’ll go with chicken, whatever cheese is fine for the sandwich. just have theo surprise me, tell him it’s for me. he knows what i like.”

“you want your fries first? we can do loaded with cheese and bacon?”

“ooh yeah, that sound better. can i get a refill before you go?”

she smiles and pours him another glass of whiskey, he thanks her and sips on it. watching as she walks to the small kitchen in the back, waiting for her to return. april walks back out a few minutes later, his fries in her hand. she sets them down in front of him, handing him a plastic fork. will winks at her before taking a bite.

“this is good, tell theo i said thanks.” he smiles, taking another drink of his whiskey.

“you said you can keep a secret?” will mumbles, covering his mouth. april laughs for a second before leaning over the bar top, looking in his eyes.

“yeah, of course i can. what do you got for me?” she taps the tip of his nose.

“i’ve cheated on my wife, like- i’ve done it a lot..” he starts, sipping his drink. gently tapping his finger in the rim of the glass for a refill. april grabs the bottle and tops it off, nodding at his words.

“yeah?”

will was quite drunk now, as he hadn’t eaten much of anything that day. he laughs softly.

“she’s a fuckin bitch. i hate her, i just can’t stand the fact that i've been with her since i was 15! ugh, she’s not the same, she’s never loved me properly. i was denied sex for so long while i was in college that i had to find it from other places..” he confessed.

april listened to him speak, bringing his sandwich out shortly after. he quickly finished both items.

“hungry, were you?” april laughs, taking the dishes from him.

“i guess, it’s just good food. rare that i’m able to get it.”

she returns a moment later, as will is fishing out his cigarettes from his pocket. he finishes his drink before standing from the bar stool and heading out back. april followed close behind, standing in front of him, extending her hand out for a cigarette.

“you remember that girl who was here a couple weeks ago?” will asks, taking a long drag from his cigarette, holding onto the railing for stability.

“uh- yeah the strawberry martini girl. i remember, why?”

will hesitates for a moment, watching april smoke. he swallows heavily then speaks.

“she works for me, and i- um. i wanna fuck her, yknow?” he laughs, putting the cigarette to his lips again.

“why haven’t you? the two of you seem to have chemistry.” she returns.

“just haven’t found an opportunity. i mean, she’s attracted to me, this i know. but it’s just the genuine fact of needing an open opportunity and time to actually be alone with her.”

then the silence came again. april finished her cigarette, and dropped it over the edge of the railing. waiting next to will to finish his own, which he does a moment later, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“let’s get you inside, will. you’re starting to stumble. do you want me to call nan-“

“don’t fucking call nancy. don’t call her.” he spits, sitting back down at the bar. his eyes watch the empty glass on the bar top, wanting more. everything started to sound foggy and clouded, and will was tired. he slowly turned his head as april slid the phone to him.

“who do you need to call to come get you?” she asks, sighing softly.

“y/n… she doesn’t live far..” he slurs out, resting his head on his arms over the bar top. he tells april your number and she dials it for him, handing him the receiver.

the phone ringing on the wall in the kitchen startled you, sophie, jenny and lily. the four of you had been smoking and watching a horror movie. lily coming over just for a while, the phone ringing made her want to check the time, and it was already 11, so she decided to head back home.

you rose from your spot and answered the phone, waving to lily as she left.

“hello?”

“y/n! my doll-“ he slurs, smiling behind the phone.

“will?”

“i need you to come pick me up-“ he pauses, takes a drink and starts again. “i’m at junior’s, and nancy said she doesn’t want me to call her, can you come get me?”

“uh- yeah i can.. give me like 15 minutes and i’ll be there, okay? hang tight, and drink some water?” you sigh, grabbing your keys from the counter, hanging the phone up. explaining what happened to sophie and jenny, and saying you’d be back in a bit after you take him home.

you drove carefully to junior’s, the 15 minutes it took, had you paranoid as you were quite stoned and there were a few police cars on the road. as you pulled up outside and put your car in park, honking quickly to let him know you were outside. april helps him outside, gives him a hug and waves at you. will looks at you, his eyes full of longing, and he smiles softly.

you return the smile and go to get out of your car to help him into it. will quickly stumbles to the side of the building, trying to swallow back the bile that rose in his throat. sweat beading over his forehead, he wipes the sweat off his face. one hand grips the wall of the building as he hunches over, the combination of liquor and food retches from his stomach, onto a nearby bush. you make your way to him, gently rubbing his back.

“you okay?” you hum, running your nails gently up and down his back. he turns and goes to speak but is stopped by a gag. he manages to take a deep breath and swallow before he speaks. wiping his face with his sleeve.

“i feel much better now.” he laughs.

you sigh, wrapping your arm around his waist to help him to your car. the weight of his arm over your shoulder caused you to struggle slightly. he did his best to help you get him to the car.

“i got it, i can open the door, doll. it’s okay.” he smiles, giving your shoulder a squeeze. balancing himself on the car.

you sigh, walking to the drivers side and getting in, watching as he slowly sat in the passenger seat. you hesitated before starting your car, giving him some time to roll down the window. he rests his head on the edge of the door, inhaling the fresh air. your engine purrs, and he looks over at you.

“how do i get to your house?” you ask, not reversing out of your spot until he gives you a direction to go.

“don’t take me back there..” will groans, resting his head on the door once again.

“i’ll sleep on the couch or even the floor at your place, just please…. i can’t be in that fucking house right now.” he begs, not looking at you. just watching the streetlights pass as you started to drive.

“just for tonight, okay? i’m not going to make you sleep on the floor, and that couch is the worst for sleeping. we can just share my bed. it’s not a big deal.” you respond, reaching over to softly pat his knee. he nods and closes his eyes, just waiting for this second wave of nausea to pass, waiting for the car to stop so he could go inside.

neither of you spoke for the remainder of the drive, you didn’t speak because you were too focused on the roads. will didn’t speak because whenever he opened his mouth, he felt like he was going to puke again. there were so many words that will wanted to say, yet, he didn’t allow himself to. it’s not often that william gets like this, it’s not often that he feels that pit of guilt in the base of his stomach. but he doesn’t say anything, he just allows himself to be tormented with his own thoughts and memories.

you put the car in park, and head over to the passenger side door, opening it and helping him out. the two of you make your way slowly to the front door, up the few porch steps. carefully you unlock the door, leading him inside. sophie and jenny turn and look at the two of you.

“uh- who’s this?” sophie laughs softly, passing the bong to jenny. her brows furrow as she scans william with her eyes, then looking back at you.

“this is- ah fuck… okay… give me a second and i’ll come explain?” you sigh, putting a hand to your head. leading will down the hallway to your bedroom, you sit him down on your bed.

“just- stay here for a minute, okay? i’ll be right back..” you smile, gently holding his hand. he nods and lays down, watching silently as you exit your room.

as you enter the living room again, jenny hands you the bong, you light the bowl and take a long hit. holding it in until your lungs hurt and you began to cough. the two others pat the couch space between them for you to sit down, sophie hands you a glass of water as you sit. the two of them turning their bodies to look at you intently.

“what? why are you looking at me like that?” you laugh.

“uh, you left the house and come back home with a MAN? a man we do not know??” jenny laughs, pushing you softly.

“jen, you don’t even live here.” you roll your eyes.

“hey! she may as well, she’s here just as much as each of us!” sophie laughs.

“who even is it?” jenny smiles, taking a hit off the bong. she reaches around you to pass it to sophie, who in turn, takes her hit and passes it to you, letting you finish the bowl.

“that’s my boss-“ you start before sophie interrupts you, gasping loudly.

“wait! is that the one who’s married-“

you shush her loudly as the floor creaks from down the hall, will quietly standing in the doorway. he clears his throat and looks at you.

“could you get me a glass of water, doll?” he leans against the wall, closing his eyes as the room spun. quickly, you get over to him, help hold him up and get him back to your room.

“i’ll be back with some water in a few minutes, okay? if you feel like you’re going to puke again i’ll put the trash can by the bed, okay?”

he nods, unbuttoning his shirt and attempting to throw it into your laundry basket. he missed by a couple feet. will sighs, laying back down, wrapping your blankets around himself. you gently caress his cheek, before exiting the room again. sitting back down on the couch between jenny and sophie.

“okay, back to what i was saying. that’s the boss that’s married? the one you said wants to fuck you-“

“i never said he wanted to fuck me. i said i wanted to fuck him. get it right.” you laugh. sophie and jenny laugh as well, standing to start cleaning up the mess on the coffee table.

“well, how did he end up here? shouldn’t he be at home with his family, yknow. wife and kids?” jenny asks, walking to the kitchen to throw a chip bag away.

“he went to junior’s, and apparently his wife said not to call him for a ride, so, he called me. also, it’s just difficult for him to be in his own house right now. his uh-“ you pause, taking a deep breath to collect yourself so you didn’t start crying. “his son passed away last week, and the funeral was today.”

“jesus, yeah he definitely needs to be at home with his family.”

“jenny, i love you, you know that but it’s not exactly your place to say… neither of you know the full story. and i am just helping a friend, okay? just please, guys. don’t pry? okay?” you interject.

they both look at you with concern for a moment, before bringing you into a hug.

“you’re a good friend, y/n. also, don’t forget we’re gone this weekend. going to michigan to see jenny’s uncle.” sophie replies, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“oh alright, one sec!” you rush to your purse and grab out some cash. handing it to sophie and letting her know what to get. she nods and takes the money from you, wishing you goodnight as her and jenny make their way to their beds. you enter the kitchen and get a glass of water, taking it back to your room and setting it down on the table by your bed.

will opens his eyes and looks at you, sitting up to take a sip of water. you sit beside him, he takes a few more small sips before resting his head on your lap. hesitantly, you play with his hair, which causes him to relax and close his eyes again.

“you’re so good to me, doll…” he smiles.

“oh- uh, thank you..” you return, he turns onto his back to look up at you.

“i might just be really drunk and won’t remember this, but, i wish you were my wife instead. nancy’s just a fuckin bitch. and she did something really fucked up before.”

your hand stills in his hair, and you look down at him. smiling softly.

“why don’t we just get to sleep? hm?” you hum.

will shakes his head softly, sitting up again. one of his hand holding yours, the other on your thigh gently.

“no- not yet.. i want to kiss you first.” he slurs, still quite drunk. his lips softly kissing your neck.

“just kiss?”

“just kiss.”

you blush and nod, turning to face him. his hands gently hold your face as his lips press against your own. will softly bites your lower lip, making you moan. his hands trail down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

he kisses down to your neck again, sucking and biting dark hickies onto your skin. your hands softly tug at his hair, pulling him back to your lips. he pulls away for a moment, running his fingers along the marks on your neck.

“mm, i love seeing you all marked up like this…” he smiles.

you blush again, hiding your face in his neck. then, you smirk to yourself before giving him a harsh bite on his shoulder. he moans loudly, wincing at the pain. one of his hands grabs your hair roughly and pulls you off, blood rushing to the surface of the wound, just barely bleeding.

“oh shit- i didn’t mean to do it that hard..” you gasp, wiping his blood with your fingers.

“awe, it’s okay, doll. i don’t care.” he smirks, taking your bloodied fingers, licking them clean.

you swallow heavily as he licks the blood from your hand. the breath in your lungs felt thick, and you were confused by the sudden wetness between your legs. why that was turning you on, would be unpacked later. or maybe it wouldn’t, maybe he’s just so drunk he isn’t acting like himself completely.

“wanna go to sleep now?” you ask, climbing off his lap, standing up and rummaging through your closet for some old sweatpants and a hoodie he could wear. tossing it onto the bed next to him, he carefully stands and pulls on the sweatpants, leaving the hoodie off. sitting himself back down, he watches as you undress and change into a pair of shorts and an old t- shirt. crawling into bed next to him after you hit the lights.

will wraps his arms around your waist, peppering kisses along your shoulder and neck. he held you as close as possible, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the lavender shampoo. and for once in his life, william has experienced peace, he’s calm. he doesn’t feel like he’s about to start bashing his own head against a wall, he doesn’t feel like he’s going to be cruel. this feeling of peace, he never wanted to go away. maybe you were a cure to his ailments, for all of his problems.

maybe you were even an angel, sent from the heavens just for him. your beauty and your kindness, only made him believe it just a bit more. the way you made him feel by just being around, was driving the belief deeper into him. you were an angel, who needed to be praised and worshipped.

does god truly care for him enough, to send someone like you?

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (8)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

WARNINGS: child death, implied bullying, minor act of child abuse, grief

chapter under the cut

8: happy birthday

evan afton awoke at six in the morning, just like he had been for the past few months. he rubs his tired eyes, sniffling back the tears from his nightmares. michael had been hiding in his closet the night before, wearing a foxy mask, one of the new animatronics his father had designed.

when michael jumped out at him, evan screamed and began to cry. there was no rhyme or reason why michael did these things. and william hated it. of course will didn’t have favorites, but michael pissed him off so badly at times. he could be so cruel to evan.

quiet little evan creeped his way down the stairs, carefully watching corners, cautious to avoid his brother. he made his way into the kitchen, where the rest of his family sat. they turn and smile at him.

“happy birthday!!” they all say in unison. a large smile creeps over evan’s face. nancy picks him up and gives him a kiss on the cheek. he blushes at the embrace, and is sat down at the table. a plate of pancakes with sprinkles and bacon is placed in front of him, with 6 lit candles sticking out the top. the family sang happy birthday to him, and he blows out the candles.

“here, you can have one of your presents early!” nancy smiles, handing him a small wrapped box. evan carefully pulls the bow off, and carefully unwraps it, he didn’t want to rip the pretty blue and green paper. inside the box was a brand new glo worm, stuffed and soft, the green pajamas matching the hat atop the worms head. evan squealed happily and took it out of the box, giving it a big squeeze. the smiling worm’s face lit up, and so did evan’s.

“thank you, thank you, thank you!!” he cheers, nancy and will give him a hug. michael ruffles his younger brothers hair, lizzie smiles at him.

the family ate their breakfast, in almost complete silence, only broken by a few words here and there. will finished first, putting his plate into the sink and kissing nancy on the head, making his way upstairs. he made a stop at his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of coke, taking the bottle, a card and a dollar bill from his wallet into the bathroom. he locked the door behind himself, pouring the powder onto a small hand mirror of nancy’s, cutting it and lining it up with the card. carefully, will rolls the dollar bill up into a straw shape, sticks one end in his nose, plugs the other side and snorts up the coke, making sure to get any residue off with his finger, licking it from his fingertip.

will turned the faucet of the shower on, staring at it for a few minutes as it ran, pulling the stopper for the shower head to turn on. he undressed himself and stood under the warm water, watching as it ran down his body. he closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of you. that was all he could think about nowadays, especially after saturday night. william couldn’t sleep without seeing your lips wrapped around his cock in his dreams, how perfectly you sucked him off in his office. how badly he needed more than just your mouth.

his shower was long and undisturbed. when he stepped out, the mirror was fogged, and the bathroom was full of steam. he wrapped a towel around his waist and retreated into the bedroom, stuffing the card, rolled up bill, and coke in the nightstand. only temporarily, just so he could get dressed. will dressed himself in a nice suit, a deep shade of purple, with a gold pocket chain. he wanted to look his best for evan’s big day. adjusting his hair in the mirror, he stared at his pupils for a moment, they were still dilated slightly, but not enough for nancy to notice. not like she would say anything about it regardless, he still didn’t want the kids to know.

william strides downstairs, straight to the phone hung up on the wall, and makes a few calls. to specific people who would be working at evan's party. the diner was closed today, specifically for the event. as evan’s entire class, michael’s friends, and a few of lizzie’s friends were all invited. the space would be needed to accommodate everyone and the parents.

you were the last one to get called, the phone ringing loudly in the kitchen, waking you from your sleep. groggily, you take the phone off the receiver, yawning.

“hello?”

“good morning, y/n. i hope i didn’t wake you.” will smiles, his heart beating quicker at the sound of your voice.

“oh- hi will, you did wake me up but it’s alright. what’s up?” you blush.

“apologies then, i just was wondering if you’d like to work evan’s party today? you’ll be paid time and a half for it.”

“sure! what time should i come in?”

“i’d say come in around 11, that way we can get everything set up and decorated. nancy will be picking the cake up at noon, the party starts at 2!” will remarks.

“i’ll be there.” you smile.

he mutters a thank you and hangs up. leaving you to shower and get dressed for the day, tossing your uniform in the dryer to get out any wrinkles. making sure to put on a little bit of makeup, and curl your hair. it wasn’t imperative for you to look nice for the event, you wanted to look nice for will.

sophie woke up shortly after you began making breakfast. she rubbed her eyes as she walks into the kitchen.

“whatcha making?” she yawns.

“oatmeal, bacon and an orange. would you like some breakfast, soph?”

“can we wake and bake while you cook?”

“sure, we can.” you laugh, putting a few pieces of bacon into the hot pan.

sophie walks to the living room and rolls a joint for the two of you to split, coming back into the kitchen with it already lit in her hand. she takes a couple puffs, and passes it to you. you take a few puffs and pass it back to her, she sits down at the table.

after a few minutes, everything was finished cooking, so you served up two bowls of oatmeal, sprinkling some cinnamon and brown sugar over the top. you toss a small orange to sophie, setting down the plate of bacon on the table, and her bowl in front of her. seating yourself across from her, you both peel your oranges together.

“how was junior’s on saturday?”

“it was nice. very fun!” you smile, shoving a segment of the fruit into your mouth.

“that’s good. glad you got home safe.” she smiles, chewing some bacon. standing up to grab a glass of milk from the fridge.

the two of you eat in silence for a few minutes, until she looks up from her bowl, furrows her brows and laughs for a second.

“what?” you laugh.

“did you fuck him?” she asks, curious, but unaware of what happened on saturday, after your shift.

“who?” you play dumb, pretending like nothing happened.

“your boss! duh!” sophie shrugs, finishing her breakfast, getting up to grab another orange, and put her dishes in the sink.

“no, uh- nothing happened, we did dance together though. we smoked a joint, he had to help me get inside and into bed. i was super drunk.” you lied only partially. you liked keeping will a secret, you liked having to sneak around. it felt so much more exciting that way.

“hm. whatever.” sophie doesn’t believe you, but she didn’t pry.

you stood up, taking your dishes to the sink, sophie said she’d get to them later. grabbing your keys and slipping on your shoes, double checking your purse. you needed to make sure you had some cash, as you needed to put gas in your car. heading out the door, you wave to sophie, she returns the wave.

it was partially cloudy, but hot. the sun is warm on your cheeks, stinging your eyes. you unlock your car and get inside, rolling down the drivers side window. you reached over and rolled down the other side, your shirt untucking as you stretched. starting your car, the engine doesn’t stall for once.

“yes! todays gonna be a good day already, i can feel it!” you cheer, popping in your bauhaus cassette. cranking the volume as loud as it would go, you drove off, towards the gas station. surprisingly you had a bit more gas than anticipated, so you didn’t have to put as much in. now you could get a drink before work.

you pulled up to the pump, shut your car off, and went inside to grab your drink and pay. handing the attendant some cash for the gas and the dr. pepper you grabbed, thanking her and complimenting her earrings. she smiled brightly and thanked you in return. you headed back to your car, putting your drink in the cup holder, opening the gas tank and filling it up.

you made good time getting to fredbears, having arrived 30 minutes early. deciding you wanted to smoke a cigarette, so you rolled up your windows, leaving them cracked to let air flow, and got out of your car, grabbing your purse. making your way to the doors, standing a few feet off to the side and tucking your shirt in. you lit your cigarette, with the lighter will gave you. will’s car pulling into the parking lot a few minutes later, as well as a couple others. he comes up to you, smiling.

“good morning, y/n! how are you today?” he beams, unlocking the doors.

“i’m great, actually! how are you, will?”

“i’m great, it’s hot out here. why don’t you come and finish your cigarette in my office?” he asked, holding the door open for you. you press the lit end of the cigarette to the brick wall behind you, keeping it in your hand as the two of you walk to his office. will opens the door for you, stepping in behind you. the door shut loudly, he grabbed your waist and turned you around to face him.

“oh!- hi, william..” you blush, one of his hands holding your chin.

“hi, doll. can i kiss you?” he bites his lip, his eyes flicking down to your lips. you nod, setting your cigarette down on his desk.

he kisses you softly, holding you close. his hands trailing under your shirt, untucking it from your skirt. his fingers cold against your skin. you part your lips slightly, and he takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours. his teeth softly dragging against your bottom lip, making you whimper softly. then as sudden as it started, he pulled away, wiping your lip with his thumb.

“how about that cigarette?” he smirks.

you collect yourself for a moment, before grabbing your lighter and lighting the cigarette again. taking a long drag, will sits down behind his desk, extending his hand out for the cigarette. you roll your eyes playfully, and pass him the cigarette. he looks you up and down.

“you know you’re supposed to have your shirt tucked in, right?” he teases, taking a long drag and passing the cig back to you.

“oh shut up, it would have been tucked if you weren’t getting handsy, mister!” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. seating yourself atop his desk, with your legs dangling off the edge over his lap.

“isn’t there some task you should be doing, y/n?” he pries, his hands finding their way to your thighs. giving them a rough squeeze, making you moan softly.

“well, what do you want me to do, mr. afton?” you purr, spreading your legs for him. he stands, holding your chin again, his other hand traveling up under your skirt, gently rubbing your clit through your panties. your lips part in a gasp, and he smirks.

“finish your cigarette, then go start blowing up balloons, i brought supplies in a few days ago, in the storage closet.” he groans, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before taking his hand away, stepping back from his desk.

you took the last few hits off your cigarette, and leaving his office. he gives you a wink and a soft smack on your ass as you tuck your shirt in again. heading towards the storage closet, grabbing the balloons and the weights for the strings. taking them to the helium tanks in the storage room, beginning to blow up the balloons and tying them with multi colored ribbons. then tying the ends of the strings to the weights, taking the few balloon bunches into the party room, and setting them in the corners.

everyone helped set up for the party. nancy arrived around 12:45 with the cake, so william put it in the fridge for later. you and will stepped out for a smoke out back, away from the jealous eyes of nancy. he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bag of weed, and places it into your hand.

“i bought this for you, well for you and sophie to share.” he smiles, lighting a cigarette.

“thank you, will. is it good?” you open the bag and give it a smell. looking at him as he nods, passing you the lit cigarette before lighting another for himself.

“anything for you, doll.”

you blush, taking a drag of your cigarette. he stares as the smoke falls from your lips.

“i can’t stop thinking about you, y'know?” he blushes, scratching the back of his neck.

“really?” you blush in return. he nods, taking a long drag.

“it’s hard right now to sit here in front of my wife and pretend that you didn’t have my cock down your throat a few days ago.”

you choke on smoke, making will laugh. he rubs your back softly as you cough, dropping the end of your cigarette and stepping it out.

“shit- you okay?” he laughs, stepping out his cigarette.

“i’m fine, you can’t make comments like that! not while i’m taking a drag at least.” you roll your eyes.

he takes your hand and leads you inside, the party guests beginning to trickle in. the cooks were already sent home, as they just prepared a bunch of pizzas for the party and headed out. everyone who helped set up was welcomed to stay for cake and pizza, and a few did. you and sasha sat at a table together, sipping on your drinks and eating your pizza.

“dude, so what happened friday night? you left without saying anything all we saw was you go out back with mr. afton.” she asks, her mouth full.

“i honestly was so drunk i don’t really remember.” you lie, the gaps having been filled in by will.

the two of you absorbed yourselves in conversation, your eyes following will as he heads into his office. nancy trailing close behind, you couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she wasn’t happy. you paused the conversation with sasha to stand up, and keep your eyes on the kids, someone had to do it.

michael and three of his friends were wearing masks, a fox, a rabbit, a chicken and a bear. all laughing as they pushed evan around, each taking turns picking him up and putting him closer and closer to fredbear. evan was crying and screaming. his arms thrashed about, hitting michael and his friends, one of their masks getting knocked off.

they set him down for a moment, you took your eyes off of them to see the cake being served. sasha walked over, so you went with her. the candles having already been blown out.

what are will and nancy doing? what could be so important to be discussed right now?

you held your plate of cake, turning back around to see michael and his friends holding evan high in the air. his head going into fredbear's mouth, holding the jaws opened. he screamed, you dropped your plate of cake as you rushed over, going to pull evan out.

~SNAP~

oh god.

oh my god….

the jaws clamped down, crushing his skull. his screams silenced now, blood beginning to run down the front of the bear. michael’s arms stuck in an outstretched position, his friends having taken off, out the door of the restaurant. then, people began to scream. parents covered their kids eyes, quickly rushing out of the doors.

william and nancy ran out the hallway. nancy dropped to her knees and screamed. will yelled for someone to call 911, anyone. sasha ran to the back, grabbing the phone and dialing for an ambulance. you stayed frozen in place, unable to move, your legs felt weak, yet they wouldn’t budge.

will rushed over to fredbear, shoving michael down to the ground, grabbing him by the shirt. ripping michael’s fox mask off, tears streamed down his face as his father yelled.

“what did you do? what did you do you stupid fuck!” he berates. dropping michael roughly onto the floor, he scrambles to his feet and rushes out the doors, elizabeth follows shortly after, afraid of her father.

will stands, prying the jaws of the bear apart, evan’s bloody body falling into his arms. you saw as he took two fingers and searched for a pulse, his shoulders shaking. sirens begin to close in on the building. paramedics come inside shortly after the sirens stopped, going directly to will.

“sir, we need to take him.”

“no! don’t fucking touch him, i can- i- i can fix him!” will yells, holding evan tightly.

nancy had been taken out by paramedics as she fainted at the sight of evan’s limp body dropping from the bear. leaving only you and will. hesitantly, you walk to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“will, please…. they need to do their jobs…”

“sir, let us take a look at him, please?” a female paramedic sighs emphatically, placing a hand on his shoulder.

will slowly handed evan’s body to them, they laid him down onto a gurney, and wheeled him out of the restaurant. you helped will stand, then to the ambulance, promising you’d call henry for him. she’d need to know, so she can get his car home. he looks at you, takes your hand and gives it a soft kiss.

“please, call me when you hear news, alright?”

he nods as they shut the doors, driving away. you go back inside, dialing henry’s number, filling her in on what happened. telling her that you were heading home, you couldn’t be here any longer. not right now.

you hung the phone up on the receiver, and headed to your car. driving home in complete silence, trying not to cry. entering your house loudly, sophie looks at you and gasps.

“oh my god- what happened to you?” she stands, rushing to you. you fall into her arms, sobbing.

“hey, hey, shhhh.” she hugged you tightly.

“he- he’s dead! he’s dead sophie, dead! i- i saw it happen!”

“who? who’s dead?” she helped you up, and to the bathroom. running a hot bath for you, helping you undress, taking your clothes to the washer. and holding your hand as you stepped into the tub. the blood having soaked through your shirt as you helped william.

“evan… evan afton. his- oh god-“ you cry.

“it’s okay, it’s okay you don’t need to tell me. let’s get you cleaned up okay?”

you nod, and sophie helps you wash the blood off. pulling the drain plug, she helps you step out, as your legs were still shaking. carefully taking you to your room, helping you dress in comfortable clothes, and lay into bed. she laid down next to you, playing with your hair.

“you can go to sleep, i’m right here. i got you.”

you cried softly, soon drifting off to sleep. but not for long. as every time you closed your eyes, you saw his crushed skull, the bits of brain matter falling into will’s lap.

one hell of a bite.

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (7)

(18+, TW’s will be added on applicable chapters, read at your own discretion)

chapter under the cut

7: confess

“will, honey. you need to wake up.”

“a few more minutes, doll.” will groans, stretching and turning his head away from the opening blinds. he moans softly into the pillow as his cock twitched from the friction from the mattress.

“doll? ugh- whatever, william. i’ll give you ten, but you’re going to have to get dressed fast and go without breakfast.” nancy snarks. leaving the room and shutting the door.

will closed his eyes again, falling back asleep for a few minutes longer. his favorite part of the day, when he first wakes up and he hasn’t gotten quite enough sleep just yet. when his eyes won’t stay open for long enough, and he slips into a state between sleep and wakefulness.

his peace was interrupted by the door opening loudly again. he sighs softly and forces himself to sit up. glaring at nancy. she hasn’t even said anything and he was already annoyed.

“if you take longer than 10 minutes to get ready william, we will be late.”

“for?” he yawns, rubbing his eyes.

“church. you promised your parents we would attend with them. your mother, the lovely woman she is, says you’ve been avoiding her? not answering her calls?”

“fuckin- nancy, she’s a hypochondriac. i haven’t seen them face to face since we got the deed to fredbears. they don’t know that i got hurt with the springlocks.” he sighs, putting a hand to his head, standing and grabbing black dress pants from his closet.

“you didn’t tell them that?”

will frowns and shakes his head. buttoning his shirt, tucking it in.

“nan, my mom would have had a heart attack, and spent too much money trying to get here. did you not know that they moved here for that reason? because they couldn’t get a hold of me for 6 months while i was healing. and that was a year ago, i haven’t been to mass in about a year. so i haven’t really seen them when ive had a chance to explain because it’s only ever been holidays.”

“i know you don’t want to go, i don’t want to either. believe me. i don’t like your mother just like she doesn’t like me, but if i were her i wouldn’t have forced me into a different religion.”

will blinks for a second thinking about what she said. he laughs softly.

“different religion? nancy, catholicism is a branch of christianity, we believe in the same guy. i just find catholicism to be a bit more extreme.” will laughs. he quickly ties his tie and slips on his shoes, stopping to give nancy a quick kiss.

nancy kisses his cheek, and adjusts his collar. her eyes catching a glimpse of a small purple bruise on his shoulder. she decided to ignore it though as it was in the same spot as one of his scars, it could just be the lighting.

“ready?”

will nods, going down the stairs. he meets the kids in the kitchen, grabs his keys from the counter and picks evan up, carrying him to nancys car. getting his cigarettes from his car on the way.

“bud, you’re getting so big!!” he smiles, pinching evan’s shoulder gently.

“dad! can i drive?” michael asks, will turns over his shoulder, after putting evan in the back seat.

will glares. then turns to nancy.

“it’s only 8 minutes away, will. he needs the practice.”

“i don’t know, it’s going to be busy on the roads.”

“please dad? i’ll take it slow we can drive without the radio-“ michael starts.

“fine, fine. here.” will smirks, tossing the keys to him.

the rest of the family piles into the car, will in the passenger seat. he neglects the seatbelt and helps michael adjust the mirrors, and they were on their way. the drive was silent, minus will telling michael what to do. they got to the church in 8 minutes in the dot, will’s parents waiting outside the church with other small groups, waiting to be let in. will reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes, helping the kids out of the car, taking the keys from michael’s hand, patting him on the back.

“you did good, son.”

michael smiles. for the first time in a while, his family feels normal, his family feels loving.

“william james afton!” his mother calls, her tone annoyed.

“oh fuck me- yes, ma?” will sighs, lighting his cigarette, waving elizabeth to go play with some other kids. she skips off and will puts on sunglasses, the may sun bright and hot on his face.

“you have not called me, you have not picked up my calls. i’ve been worried sick i thought something had happened to you or the kids, and i just couldn’t get a hold of you. are you crazy, william? ignoring your poor mother like that, are you trying to kill me??” she scolds.

will’s eyes stare blankly at her from behind the dark sunglasses, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get a response in until she was done.

“ugh, and you’re smoking now? when did that start? nancy how long has he been smoking?”

“about 15 years, emma.” nancy sighs.

will smirks, stifling laughter. his father looks at his mother, then to him and rolls his eyes, taking a cigarette from him. his mother rambling about his health and his career choice, the fact that he could die, he’s going to get lung cancer, he shouldn’t be drinking, are they having more kids, all this, all that. will sighs.

“you done, ma? can i talk now? gosh, its like im on my fuckin death bed here.”

emma closes her mouth, shutting off what she was about to say. will took this time to get rid of his cigarette butt, and roll up his sleeves.

“look, ma. i’ve been busy. i’m running a business right now and the animatronics still need work. we’ve been really successful, so i’m working a lot more, im making a lot of money. i promise i'm taking care of myself.” he smiles at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. she glances at his arms, noticing the scars.

“william! what happened to you?”

will sighs again, annoyed. nancy had brought the kids over to the door of the church, taking them inside to sunday school, and reserving a seat for the whole group.

“james, you get hurt by one of those robots?” will’s father smiles, patting him on the back.

“ah- shit. uh-“ will scratches the back of his neck. his parents eyeing him.

“it was an accident. the springlocks had a faulty pin. i had moved wrong in the suit, and the mechanisms that turn it into an animatronic snapped shut on me. not completely! only partially because there was a pin in place. i wouldn’t have survived if the pin wasn’t there.”

emma and james watch as he explains what happened. he explained how long he was in the hospital and his recovery process, as the suit was covering his entire body, minus his head. his mother began to cry, his father consoled her. will gathers them and leads them into the church, sitting next to nancy.

“i told them.” he mutters.

“you did?” she replies.

he nods. the service beginning. it dragged on and on to will, never ending. he tried to not get lost in his thoughts, he tried to not think of you. but he was finding it more and more difficult as the priest was giving a sermon on lust and adultery this week. he took a deep breath and looked at nancy with only his eyes, she didn’t notice. he couldn’t focus. the only thing on his mind was you. and how good you taste, how good your mouth feels. and he couldn’t help but want more than just your lips around his cock.

the sermon ended and confessional started, will tried to walk away without going in, but his father stopped him.

“james, cmon.” his father coaxes.

“dad i really, don’t want to right now.” will whispers.

“do it for your mother. lord knows she’ll wring my neck if you don’t.”

will sighs, rolling his eyes and steps into the confession booth.

“bless me, father, for i have sinned.” will speaks, doing the sign of the cross over himself. the priest gives him the go ahead to begin, so will does.

“i’ve committed the sin of adultery many times. more times than i can remember, i do not love my wife, ive done horrible, horrible, things, and i cannot prevent myself from doing more. i am beyond help, especially from the catholic church. it didn’t help me in the past, it won’t help me now.”

he discussed the instances of his sins, being sure to mention the two of you doing what you did last night, leaving out a few things from his past. in his eyes, those secrets die with him. he doesn’t trust anyone, not even a priest with them. but maybe he could. find something special in you, someone who would listen to his sins and forgive him more than any god ever could. he’d fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness as if you were a god, your love being his only salvation.

will was in the confession booth for a while, his father being out of his for about 10 minutes before will came out. nancy comes up to him, grabbing his arm.

“what took so long? your parents want to go to lunch. i suggested we go to anita’s diner? i know they have good omelettes.” she smiles.

“uh- i haven’t been to confession in a year nan, a lot has happened..” he affirms.

“like what?”

“that’s between me, and the priest.” he declares. annoyed at the fact that he needs to spend more time around his family than he wanted. nancy didn’t respond, she just nodded and led the kids to the car. taking the keys from michael and handing them to will.

they get into the car and head to the restaurant, his parents trailing close behind. they arrive only a short while later. will goes into the restaurant, leaving nancy to wrangle the kids. he stops at the host stand, waiting in line.

“hi, how many for you today?”

“seven, two kids menus. preferably a table, not a booth.” will requests.

the hostess smiles, and gathers menus for the group, leading will to the table. the others following shortly behind. everyone sitting at the table, will across from his father. the server stops by shortly after, taking their drink orders. bringing them to the table a short while later.

“how’s business, james?” his father smiles, taking a sip from his coffee.

“things are good, dad. really good. we’ve been considering opening a second location, with new animatronics.” will beamed, happy his dad was finally showing interest in something he did for once.

“that’s nice, son.”

“james, sir? why do you call william by his middle name?” nancy smiles.

“well, he’s my only son. the only one i could give my name to. he was originally supposed to be named james, after me, a junior. but, emma wanted to name him after shakespeare. so we settled on william james.”

will cringed at the thought of being named james afton jr., he liked the separation between his father and himself, because he wasn’t his father. the waitress returned to take their orders. nancy being picky about her order, his mother being just as, if not more picky. his own and his fathers orders simple, no substitutions. the waitress jots down the orders, turns on her heels and returns to the kitchen. emma turns to nancy and will.

“so, nancy, william, have you two thought about having more children?”

will and nancy look at each other, with just their eyes. both shifting uncomfortably in their seat. will scratches the back of his neck. nancy sips her water.

“we uh- we aren’t having any more kids, ma. just don’t have the time for a baby right now.” will sighs, stirring his coffee.

“why do you need the time when the baby could stay with us whenever you wanted! you know we’d love to take care of them!” emma coos, her eyes pleading with will.

“ma, that kid wouldn’t spend more than a few hours with you and dad would have to be around. you wouldn’t be treating that kid like you did me.”

emma’s smile drops, confusion crosses her face. she folds her arms over herself, staring at will. her eyes held the same sternness as williams, the same hurtful gaze.

“and how did i treat you, william?”

will huffed, sipping his coffee. knowing he had just said the wrong thing. but there was no backing down now. the words piled in the back of his throat, heavy like a rock. he attempted to swallow them away, but to no avail. his eyes flick between his parents, hesitant.

“i spent every week, sometimes every other day at either the doctor or a hospital until i was 12! i could barely have friends because you basically wanted to keep me in a bubble. always afraid of me getting sick, or getting hurt. well guess what, ma? i still got hurt!” wills voice was louder now, the restaurant patrons barely covered his volume.

“james, you need to take a breath. why are you acting like this in front of your wife and kids?” his father chimes in, watching the tables around them, their eyes on will.

“why am i acting like this? maybe i’m just like my father. oh wait, no, not just like you. i’ve never hit my fucking kids. not once. never put my hands on em. but you? i sleep in on a saturday instead of helping you around the house, i get beat. shit happens to me, you don’t listen and then i get beat from the outcome! my kids could fuck up as much as i have in life and i’d still never lay a hand on them.” will spits. his nails dig into the flesh of his palm, hard enough for blood to pool at the surface and drip down his fingers.

“never hit your kids, hm? that’s nice. can you say the same thing about your wife though, james?” his father retorts. an eyebrow raised, his lips pressed into a smug smile.

“yeah, well. maybe i am like you in that way. and stop calling me james. my name is william. ma, we aren’t having anymore kids and frankly im not sure our marriage will survive the year!” will is laughing at this point. nancy’s eyes well with tears. the kids just listen.

michael knew things were bad between them, he knew that his father didn’t love his mother anymore. and at 16, he could see that his mother began to love his father less too. yet they still put up the charade, every chance they had to. even with the charades and the pretending, it felt real at times. they still felt like a family. now? now, michael wasn’t so certain. especially not after his fathers words. they stung him like bees.

“will… why would you say that?”

“what nancy? do you want me to lie and say that im still happy with you when you know thats not the case, and you’ve known for years. so stop fucking pretending to be upset by this when you’ve known.” will stands, reaching into his pocket, he grabs some cash out and leaves it on the table. he takes one more drink of his coffee, pushes his chair in, and goes to walk out.

“where do you think you’re going, william james!?” emma yells after him.

“to get a fucking drink. i am nowhere near drunk enough to continue this conversation with any of you!” he turns back around, gesturing to the group. he’s standing at the table his palms pressed flat against it, staring at nancy with such hate.

“getting drunk on a sunday isn’t very holy, james.”

“yeah well, i can repent for it in hell with all my other sins, dad. enjoy your lunch.” he retorts. waking out of the restaurant, through town until he reached junior’s.

‘home sweet home’ he thinks. stepping inside the bar, he’s greeted by the bartender and other regulars. he seats himself at his normal spot, the bartender slides a jack and coke to him. he takes a long drink, finishing it in one go. so, she slides him another, then another, and another.

but will wanted more. he glanced around the bar, taking his drink and walking out back. he sees one of the regulars, david. he had known david for a long time, going back to college years but they had fallen off in recent times, only speaking when will wanted to buy some weed.

“dave, hey. you got any product?”

“will! my favorite customer, you already know i have some! i just picked up a whole bunch of new flower too.” dave smiles, handing will a joint. telling him it was ‘on the house’.

“not pot. i wa- no. i need something harder. something that will set me right.”

“you want hard? i got that too.” dave reaches into his duffle bag as will lights the joint, taking a drag and coughing harshly.

“goddamn! that’s strong.” he chokes out between coughs. he decided to buy some of that specific strain after all, he would give it to you, for you and sophie to share.

“how hard are you thinking?”

“no heroin, no amphetamines. i won’t fuck with that stuff.”

dave nods and pulls out a decent sized bag of multiple small glass bottles full of white powder, pills, smaller bags with small paper tabs in them, bags bigger than the smaller ones with small white stems and caps.

“take the variety pack. no bad times, i can throw in some extra coke too for a deal if you want? just a couple free pizzas next time i stop in?”

“you got it, man. anytime.” will smiles, grabs some money from his pocket and handing it to david. taking the bag of drugs, his bag of weed and his small pouch of coke filled vials, he puts them into his pocket after removing one of the vials, pouring a small amount onto the back of his hand. he passes the joint to dave, holds his hand to his nose and snorts the powder. he rubs his nose as it runs, sniffling back any coke that didn’t get in all the way.

his pupils dilated, his heart beating faster. his mind was racing, with only thoughts of you. then just as suddenly as he thought of you, he remembered.

evan’s birthday party is two days away.

“fuck! i need to get home so i can plan my kids party..” will scrambles to his feet. thanking david again, handing him some more money to pay up his tab. he rushes home, half expecting his parents to be there still.

he steps in the doorway, sweat dripping down his face. nancy stares at him from the couch. the children all upstairs.

“our marriage won’t last the year, william?”

“nan, i-“

“save it, william. can you at least pretend to love me, for the children’s sake? especially for evan’s birthday. he’d be happy to see his mom and dad happy on his birthday, especially when michael’s been tormenting him with those masks, all hours of the day when you’re at work, all hours of the night when you stay out drinking or working on those stupid robots!” she yells, shoving him against the wall.

will didn’t react. he just grabbed nancy’s hands and held her tightly in his arms.

“i can pretend to love you. if that’s what helps you sleep at night. i’ll do such a good job at pretending that you won’t even realize it anymore, nancy. because i don't know if i could ever love you again as of right now. maybe if things change, but. right now. you’re only good for sucking me off when you get sloppy drunk. or good for a fuck when i’m so fucking coked out i can’t feel anything.”

nancy nods into him. she tilts her head up to speak, and will can smell the wine on her breath. and it makes him feel sick. she’s always drank the same brand of wine, and the smell alone can make him sick, a glass is enough to send him into a state he cannot pull himself from. will hates that stupid wine, yet he pushes his nausea to the side as nancy kissed on his neck. then she sank down to her knees. will watched her as she sucked his cock, feeling nothing but hate.

the silence and lies are better than confessing the truth to her.

#fredbears faggot #cocaineskarsgard writes #william afton #blood guts & robots #william afton x reader #fnaf au #fnaf fic #fnaf #smut #bgr

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BLOOD, GUTS & ROBOTS (6)

(18+ TW’s will be added on applicable chapters. read at your own discretion)

warnings: smut, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, cheating, hints of manipulation of you think really hard about it, dynamic play

chapter under the cut

6: tension

william was particularly frustrated today. the energy in the restaurant was off, extremely off. nobody wanted to be there, if the looks on their faces weren’t enough to say it, they were saying it out loud.

henry wasn’t in today, so it just left william to deal with problems. luckily there weren’t any.

the day dragged on slowly, and at the end of your shift, you were too prepared to leave, that you forgot your purse. william was still there, locking up and filling out paperwork. you were almost home by the time you realized, so you turned around, hoping that he would still be there to let you in. when you arrived, you found the door to still be unlocked. you walk in and the bell above you chimes loudly in the quiet empty halls. you walked towards the back, past williams office to do so.

he heard the bell, but neglected to look. the shadow past his office however, that he had to check out. you had disregarded the light as your bag was always in the same spot. william saw your shadow hunched over your bag, checking it’s contents, swiftly, he grabs your wrists and turns you around, pinning you to the wall.

“caught you, fucker.” he growls.

“mr.afton-“

“y/n?”

“yeah. i forgot my purse.”

he hits the light switch by your head and keeps your arms held in place. his head lowering to yours. he gently presses his body against yours. the silence thick between the two of you, he’s so close you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

“you’re a really nice girl, y/n” he smiles.

“thank you, mr. aft-“

“please call me will.”

“thank you, will.”

“you’ve been such a good help recently too. i genuinely can’t thank you enough for all the hard work you’ve put in.” he sighs, his eyes trailing down to your lips.

“y'know i’ve been so frustrated lately.” he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours. your breath catching in your throat.

“i’ve seen the way you look at me, doll.”

doll. god it made you melt. his lips still hovering over yours. and what he said was true. you did think he was attractive, from the way his hands would carry things and be covered in grease from winding up the springlocks, the way his long fingers held pens and his cigarettes. the way his silver wedding ring shined when the light hit it just right. that was the only downside to his hands. but he hardly wore it, but the idea of infidelity with him was so, enticing. you thought about his hand, holding your throat so tightly his ring leaves a bruise.

but this? his lips dangerously close to yours, his slowly hardening cock pressing into you.

“tell me, doll. you been thinking about your boss like this? pressed against you? my lips over yours?”

all you can manage is a nod.

“tsk- you really shouldn’t think like that, sweetheart. i am married.”

“not happily.” you purr before attempting to press your lips against his, but he pins you back swiftly by your throat.

“did i say you could kiss me?” the way he grabs you, so rough. you shake your head no, and he releases your throat. his hand traveling to your waist, he grinds against you softly. it wasn’t until now that you felt the pressure of his knee between your thighs.

you can’t believe your life right now, pinned to the wall by your boss, while he’s practically begging to fuck you?

not that you didn’t enjoy what was happening, him teasing you in the break room after hours. he could sense you were enjoying it. the sinister gleam in his eye when he held you by the throat said it all.

then suddenly, the air between the two of you is filled with his rough kiss, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip. tongues pressing against one another. his kiss was messy and hot. the anticipation before the kiss was what made it even hotter. his lips tasted like whiskey and weed.

his hand released your wrists, they ached as they fell down onto his shoulders, you knew they’d bruise tomorrow. his hands fell to your waist, pushing you against the wall, his hips grinding against you as he does so. and he’s hard.

his lips trail to your neck and kiss as rough as he did your lips. you could feel him sucking softly and biting at the skin. all the while his hips continued to grind against you, his moans muffled against your neck. your own moans having to be muffled behind your lips.

“oh fuck this” he picks you up and carries you to his office, slamming the door behind himself. he sits you down on his desk. undoing his tie and his shirt, you unbutton your top, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in your uniform skirt. you put your hands on his torso, grabbing his shirt to pull him as close to you as possible.

“mm- fuck” he moans.

he grabs your throat again and looks down at you. his other hand holding your chin upward. he slips his thumb in your mouth, over your tongue.

“you’re so pretty, y/n. especially like this.” he purrs. his eyes staring into yours.

“pretty girl” he smiles, his hands sliding under your skirt, up to your panties, and he slides them down your legs, onto the floor. and william pulls you closer, he kisses your thighs, closer and closer to where you needed his tongue the most. he nipped and sucked and kissed and licked all over your thighs, but he just didn’t kiss there.

instead you felt two fingers push into you slowly, gently curling upwards. slowly but deeply pressing into you. you try to squirm, but his hand has a firm grasp on your waist. you could feel how wet you were, how it had run down your thighs.

“you dirty fucking girl. so wet for your boss?” he teases, his thumb rubbing soft circles around your clit. all you do is nod and spread your legs further.

only then, after you’ve made yourself vulnerable to his hands, does he place a soft gentle kiss on your clit. then his tongue pressed against it, flicking up and down, tasting you.

while his tongue was lapping at your clit, his fingers kept hitting their upward angle toward your g spot. your moans echoed off the office walls and your fingers tugged at his hair. he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, making your hips jolt and your thighs close around his head.

“m-mr. afton!” you moan out, his fingers quickening. you feel your orgasm drawing closer and closer. he sucks at your clit again, making you cum on his tongue.

“ah- fuck!” you whimper, pulling his hair. he gives your clit a gentle kiss before pulling away from you, his fingers following shortly thereafter. you whine at the loss.

“pathetic little slut. cumming on your bosses tongue.” he smirks, his degrading words sending a chill down your spine. he stands again, still towering over you even as you were sat on his desk. he holds your face and looks down at you. sliding his fingers into your mouth to lick your cum off them, not looking away from your eyes.

“good girl.”

he undoes his belt and pulls his cock out. and it’s as big as you had imagined it would be. the way he carries himself just shows that kind of thing. he lifts you off the desk and leans against it for support.

“come drool on my cock, doll.”

and with that, you kneel in front of him. gently taking his cock in your mouth. slowly, inch by inch into your throat. he grabs your hair and holds it deep in your throat, drool dripping down onto your thighs. he pulls out and you cough, gasping for air. he holds your face with one hand, the hand in your hair now gone.

his eyes have a sinister look in them that you can’t quite place, and his other hand holding a cigarette to his lips. he inhales the smoke and blows it out.

and god he looks so good.

“go on, i didn’t tell you to stop did i?”

your lips wrap around his cock again, sucking rhythmically, using your hands to stroke what isn’t in your mouth. he moans and pulls your hair, using your hair to guide your pace. faster, then slower, then faster again.

his moans were making you wet again. you look up at him from through your lashes and the sight is angelic. his head tilted down to look at you, beads of sweat running down his cheek, his hair drooping into his face, his hands threaded in your hair guiding your mouth. his lips slightly parted while he moaned. smoke falling from his lips.

“that’s a good fucking girl. someone’s getting a raise, sweetheart. yes you are!” he praises, fucking your throat. you moan around his cock, gagging slightly when he goes too deep. you pull back and suck on the tip, gently wrapping your lips around it and licking small circles against the swollen head. he moans louder. his hand gripping your shoulder hard, he was insanely strong. the scars on his body making him look even hotter.

then suddenly, your hair was grabbed harshly and he was shoving his cock down your throat, cum spilling into your mouth, you choke on the cum, holding it in your mouth. he pulls out, allowing a few more spurts onto your tongue.

“open up, gorgeous girl.”

and you do, letting the cum drip down your lips and onto your thighs. he looks down at them then back to your mouth. then william wraps his hand around your throat.

“swallow, slut. don’t miss a fucking drop. get the cum off your thighs too.”

you swallow his cum, allowing it to fall down your throat and finally taste it fully. it tasted so different than any other cum you’ve had. slightly sweet, a hint of cigarettes, strangely, and only kind of bitter. using your fingers to wipe the rest off your thighs.

“good girl.” he helps you stand and kisses you gently. he takes your hand and leads you out to the break room, you grab your bag and he walks you to the door. you both leave and he locks it behind you, walking you to your car.

“goodnight y/n. get home safely. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he tilts your chin up and winks at you, then gives you one last kiss. this time deeply, his tongue toying with yours, tasting his own cum.

with that, you get in your car and drive home. the feeling of excitement flowing through your veins, your pussy sensitive and needy. you needed more than just his tongue.

but would he give it to you?

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