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DIRTY LAUNDRY.

pairing: william afton x f!reader (you/yours)

summary: you’re pulled away for a quickie at your boss’s house

warnings: smut with plot, fingering, degradation, praise, cheating, vaginal sex, mild exhibitionism, NSFW, MDNI

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It’s dirty. The way he’s able to lie with such ease, without even flinching. You often wonder what else he could lie about, what there is that he isn’t telling you, but the words he whispers to you are etched into your skull.

It’s disgusting how he pulls you away at the perfect moment. No one ever notices when the two of you disappear, when he sneaks you lingering looks across the room or lustrous touches under the table. He knows exactly how to pull you apart to pieces, especially when he gets to take in the jealous, scared look on your face when he wraps an arm around his wife. He loves watching you drive yourself crazy over him, you hate him for it.

It’s invigorating.

You love the way you’re sworn to secrecy. One word, one small neglected detail, one minor characteristic out of place, and his whole life would be over.

His lengthy fingers dig into the fat of your hips, sure to leave mulberry impressions by tomorrow morning. He ruts his hard dick between your thighs, letting it pet against your wet pussy as you push back into him, hands falling forward to catch your weight on the washing machine.

“William…” you exhale, feeling his tip catch the perfect angle on your sensitive nerves. You clench onto nothing.

He kisses down your neck, hands ghosting over your skin as one snakes in front of you to rub your clit. You roll your head back into his shoulder, craning your neck and exposing him to more surface area. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely heard over the commotion outside of the locked washroom door.

“Look at you.” He muses, rubbing circles with skilled fingers and watching eagerly as your jaw falls open. “You fall apart so easily for me, don’t you?”

Your jeans pull tight around your skin where they’re pulled down to your thighs. William’s touch sends lightning strikes through your skin. Your body needs him, and you know he needs yours, too by the way his tip is leaking onto your thigh.

He reaches down further, gliding his fingers through your slick before plunging them deep into your wet cunt. You shudder, and a desperate moan falls out of your mouth. He can’t help but grin against your neck when you squeeze around him. He rips a groan from your throat as he twists his fingers perfectly, just how you like. William rubs carefully over the soft spot inside of you before increasing his pace tenfold, essentially digging at your walls. He loves to see how far he can push you.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you, “you’ll take whatever I give you, huh?”

His words are sinister, and the presence of him against you begins to cloud your head. Your eyes roll shut, jaw slack as hot pants fill the closet. You’re the only one who could turn him on like this.

“Mhm…” you hum, biting your lip.

Your legs begin to shake under you as a wave of heat rolls through you, taking you closer to your looming orgasm.

“Yeah, you’d even let me fuck you right here, right now, wouldn’t you?” His fingers speed up. “Yeah, is that what you want? Say it.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, body tingling from the sensation as you unclench your jaw and start to beg, “please, please fuck me…”

Oh, he could never say no to you. Especially not when you’re being so good for him, letting him touch you all over in the sanctuary you two have made of his laundry room, begging so sweetly for his cock.

He pulls his fingers out of you without anymore hesitation, pulling his pants down further and letting his belt hit the floor. When they pool around his ankles he’s left clad in an unbuttoned shirt that hangs off of his shoulders. You arch your back forward, exposing your pussy to him from behind. As he rolls your top up, you can’t resist looking back at him over your shoulder, watching his eyebrows knit in concentration as he lines up his hard length with your slit. Without warning, he drives into you, making you jump as his thick cock stretches out your swollen walls. You hiss at the feeling, letting out a deep moan absentmindedly as he settles snug, all the way inside of you.

Your volume startles him, and William takes a second to reach over you and start the dryer, letting the rattling sound cover up your helpless cries, sure that nobody else will be able to hear you but him. You’re all his.

He then uses the same hand to get a firm grip on your hair, entangling his fingers before pushing your head down flush with the machine. He resumes his thrusts, rapid and unforgiving, and you lay there with no other choice but to let him use you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes watch the door, unable to look away even if his hand wasn’t pinning you in place. You stare at the golden lock, twisted shut to not let anybody catch you in this compromising position, with William rutting his length so deep into you you can’t breathe, you feel him in your lungs.

He’s everywhere. On your skin, in your head, in your lungs… You let him reduce you to his slut, molding your pussy to his dick, ruining you so that no one else could ever make you feel as fervent as him. It’s downright unlawful.

Maybe he wants you to look at the door. Maybe he wants your eyes to trail down to where the hallway light leaks in from underneath, watching shadows of footsteps pass back and forth just inches away from you. It’s so wrong, and you should know better.

But William should know better, too. His wife is out there, the woman who he married, who birthed his kids, who loves him… but he could never love her as much as he loves to fuck you. To feel your young and eager body against his, milking his cock for all he’s got, crying out for him as you drag your nails down his back. The thought of you keeps him up at night more than he cares to admit.

“William, oh-! William!” filling his ears as he buries himself deep in your cunt, strings of white painting your insides.

He almost wishes he’d accidentally left the door unlocked.

He almost wishes she’d walk in on you.

He almost wishes she knew.

a/n: HAHAH HIIIII this is rly short but i hope everyone enjoys itt for my first post in 2 yrs </3

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did the springtrap ptb JUST release? maybe.. am i going to be an absolute disgusting degenerate and write something for springtrap? yes.

(DBD) Springtrap and his s/o in the fog

A little confused but glad to be there if more murder is involved. Why are you with this guy again..?

Promises not to yell in your face but he does it anyways. He thinks it’s funny. Not a fan if you berate him for it though. Let him joke around every once in a while!

His definition of a joke is scaring you. So maybe don’t walk around the pizzeria without him. Well, it won’t really matter. He’s probably managed to program at least one of the animatronics to give you a little scare. He’ll laugh. He’s mean like that.

Sorry pooks but he’s not gonna treat you any differently just because you got him giggling and kicking his feet (Aka. You amuse him and he likes looking at you). The only thing he might do is talk to you differently. He knows that while his voice isn‘t what it used to be, he still has the charm to back it up. Yeah, he might be killing you and stuff, but it’s his job— and he really loves his job. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ’appreciate’ you every now and then. He’s a little old fashioned so.. his compliments sound a little weird. Apparently your body makes him feel like he’s living again. Interesting.

Also.. surprisingly intimate sometimes? Just the way he talks is unintentionally just.. wow. Sometimes he knows and teases you with subtle innuendos.. and sometimes he talks and doesn’t even know your eyes are wide from his voice and not from the way he talks about the very violent things he wants to do to certain survivors.

He’s a complicated man. You never truly know what he thinks of you and you never will. The mystery is the most intriguing part of it and if you don’t know, you’ll only strive to figure out further. It’s a fun little game to him. You get one step close to him, he will take ten steps back. You don’t know if it’s because he’s closed off, hiding something, or if he just likes messing with you. And you never will. It’s a complicated relationship, isn’t it?

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Run, Rabbit, Run!

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My pal who likes TCM pointed out the outfit similarities between these two so peace and love. They are Friends . . . .

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Sorry and , I apologize if this comes off as rude but

I find it so fucking dumb how people act absolutely flabbergasted when they find out coyles racist

“Omg he’s racist!? I never knew that 😱😨😰😥”

LIKE DO YOU PLAY HIS TRIALS, DO YOU LISTEN TO THE SHIT THAT FUCKER SAYS!? HIS TIMELINE I know I bring up timeline a lot but like ITS THE 1950S ITS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS 😭😭

I swear people gotta make everything difficult, but I can understand if your naive and just got the game to play it then yeah, that’s understandable but no one naive is gonna be playing a fucking outlast game , let’s be real 😭

I really dislike talking about haters and shit like that but I can understand why they get so annoying

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SECRETARY + the orchid dir. Steven Shainberg

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MWAH MWAH MWAH

Franco Barbi comm for dearest @maddymoreau ! I've yet to play Trials but I've loved all the barbiposting he's so nastieeeee and funny ❤️ white bg under cut!

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Pan Stu Macher from Scream (1996)

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He's having fun 💖💖

Twitter: X

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Decided to finish the doodle and it actually ended up looking likee Coyle so YIPPPEEEEEEEEE

A silly little doodle of him[traced a stock image of a cop]

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Me every time I see White Rabbit.

Between “Dangerous” by Sleep Token and “Revolving Door” by Tate McRae idk which one makes me daydream of him more. I wanna kiss all his burn wounds and his artificial heart and tell him how pretty he is.

Then I would shove his head in my tiddies and tell him to take a nap while calling him special, important, and wanted.

The way I wish I could make edits for him to both of these songs drives me insane everyday.

How dare you make me fall in love with you and then get turned into a pizza n shit 😭

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It hurts me inside to know I won’t get more content of White Rabbit in the future.

It really really hurts me inside.

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fnaf 2. fnaf 2 save me please i need more content

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The silly 💜 | More studies

Twitter: X

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Light version cuz why not | Dark version

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Just give me the opportunity to sit little Franco in front of the tv and turn on soviet cartoons with old songs....

I really love old Soviet cartoons for their... sad kindness and tenderness❤️‍🩹

There’s a song from my childhood that inspired me to make this art❤️‍🩹

Maybe if anyone would be interested in translation of this song: (pls check out this fantastic lyric) 😭

I sculpt from plasticine

Plasticine is more delicate than clay

I sculpt from plasticine

Dolls, clowns, dogs

If the doll comes out badly

I will call her Duryokha

If the clown comes out badly

I’ll call him Fool

Two brothers came up to me

Come up and talk

‘Is the doll to blame?

Is the clown to blame? “

“You sculpt them rudely

You don’t love them enough

You yourself are not to blame

And no one is to blame “

I sculpt from plasticine

And I sigh hard myself

I sculpt from plasticine

And now I’m telling myself

If the doll comes out badly

I’ll call her Poor Thing

If the clown comes out badly

I’ll call him Poor Man