#GOD mrs afton is so pretty here

[highttowers]

heart-shaped sunglasses.

pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader

fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]

w/c; 592

trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.

stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.

tags; @truecobblepot bc ofc🫶🏽🫶🏽

inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.

“I just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.”

William’s voice is smooth, he’s demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.

You’re his employee. His best employee, no less. He can’t afford to lose you, to drive you away. So he’ll make sure you’re not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.

The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesn’t much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.

It’s his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesn’t pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows he’s miles better than they are.

His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. “And those? I do hope you haven’t been wearing those all day.”

It’s a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. “No, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.”

“Where did you get them?” He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.

“It was a gag gift from some party,” you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.

It’s your signature. It’s how he knows you’ve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that he’s convinced himself are prettier than anyone else’s.

William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?

Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.

He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty." You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!" William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."

Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"

God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.

It’s a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he can’t risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant manager’s uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).

And who is he to deny himself that view?

[potatobugxo]

Hello! I saw your requests are open and I also saw that you did Mike headcanons (which were AMAZING by the way) so I was wondering if you can do the same for William? Both sfw and nsfw if that's cool with you. Thanks in advance🩷🩷🩷

awww thank you so much!! im glad you liked the mike hcs <33

🦋william afton sfw+ nsfw hcs🦋

sfw

you must be a special little something if william thinks you're worth his time <3

god knows how you met him, though it was probably through potential unemployment and you needed career counseling

well good ol' mr. steve raglan is here to help!

you catch his eye immediately, specifically, maybe its your quirkiness who knows haha

and hes such a silly little guy, how could you not fall for him on the spot?

he decides not to send you into the deathtrap that is the pizzeria, and instead gives you a job that completely goes against your skillset

psst, little secret, he wants you to get fired so you'll keep coming back to him for help

why would he want you to make money when he could spoil you himself? sure it hurts his pockets a little, but he's insistent on treating you to coffee shops, restaurants, etc

finds every nickname in the world to call you

"baby, honey, sweet-face" and his favorite, "bunny"

even with how mentally fucked he is, there's a tiny bit of goodness in there sometimes and only you get to see it ok???

you WILL have a collection of rabbit-themed merchandise and there is nothing you can do about it <333

pretty gentlemanly actually in public, likes to link his arm with yours, will ALWAYS hold doors for you, and he'll do it all with the cutest lil smile on his face

nsfw

boy howdy

he's very experienced, and he loves to show you a fucked up good time

absolutely knows what he's doing and likes to think you dont <3

i hope you have a knife kink because jesus christ

loves to pin you by your neck, whether it be your throat or from behind while he absolutely demolishes you

favorite place to do the dirty is his work desk 🤭 does not care how much of a mess it makes, as long as you're a mess after hes done with you

for the love of god call him sir or mr. raglan/afton he will quite literally pass away on the spot

daddy kink ok??? daddy kink <333

please yank him around by his tie and he might choke you in return <3

likes to stick his fingers in your mouth, loves it when you bite them and draw blood too

very much a masochist and a sadist 😈

loves when he fucks you to tears, wants to hear you whimper and cryyy his name

you'll have bruises on your arms, hips, legs, wherever he can grab jesus does he have an iron grip

likes to bite and nibble your skin too

oh yeah, he'll fuck you in costume too, doesn't care how weird it is

the springlock suit stays ON during sex 😚

[lvlymicha]

☀︎︎You're mine, sunshine☽

(a/n) sooooo, first fanfic here!!, please tell me if there's orthography errors or smth, idk if this fic is going to be a one shot or not (probably not but depends), yeah that's it, be polite and don't forget to smile!

Warnings: none

tags: grumpy x sunshine, boss!WiliamAfton/Steve Raglan, employee!reader, William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader, reader is in her 20s, William/Steve is in his early 50s (more tags will be added eventually.)

Part Two | Part Three

William sighed as the 6th interviewed left his office, it was frustrating, no one seemed good enough to be his assistant, things were getting hard for him as a career counselor to deal alone, and (as much he didn't liked to say it out loud) he needed someone to help him.

William looked at the door impatiently waiting for the next person.

"Why they're taking so long?" As he says that he hears a soft knock and the door opens revealing a small girl, she seems to be at least 20 years old, she looks nervous. William glares at her. "Well, are you going to sit or not?" He says motioning to the chair in front of his desk, the girl closes the door and sits in the chair while handing her curriculum to him.

"So, Miss (Y/L/N)?" He says while reading her curriculum "You don't seem to have much experience, no...actually, you don't have any experience at all, although your educational background is really...interesting" William looks at the girl's curriculum attentively, her skills and hobbies were pretty good and she knew a few languages, but still, she apparently never worked before.

"Tell me Miss (Y/L/N)" William puts the curriculum down and looks at the girl with a blank stare while putting his hand under his chin. "Have you ever worked before?" The girl shakes her head "Be honest with me, Why should I hire you? The woman before you had a lot of work experience and good educational background too. Why should I hire you and not her?" He says, patiently waiting for a answer.

"Um... well, As this is my first job it would give me experience for future jobs and... expand my curriculum...? But, I wouldn't mind if you hired the other lady though, she seemed quite nice, and her dress was so pretty!" The small girl says staring dreamily at the door.

William frowns and looks at the door confused, then he looks back at the girl "Umm, Quite... stranger answer, so, you wouldn't mind me hiring the previous woman because she seems nice and has a pretty dress, I'm sorry Miss (Y/L/N), but it sounds kinda" Stupid, ridiculous, weird, pathetic " peculiar..." He says with a smug grin, he leans on the table, now being almost face to face with the girl.

"Don't you have another answer for me? Better be wise, it's your last chance" He says coldly.

"Well, I like helping people, and if I get this job I'll get to help other people to find jobs and eventually be happy, I know it can maybe sound a bit childish" It does. "But this is truly what I think, and I'll do my best as your assistant Mr. Raglan!" The girl says calmly and at the same time with a enthusiastic aura.

William sighs looking down at his table What have I done to deserve this? He was to tired for more interviews, and besides, the girl in front of him didn't seemed a bad choice.

He looks up at the girl and stands up from his chair "Congratulations, You're hired, better not disappoint me Miss (Y/L/N)." He says looking down at the girl and offering his hand for her to shake, she quickly stands up from the chair and grasps his hands happily, she has a big smile on her face.

"Thank you so much Mr. Raglan, I won't disappoint you, I promise!" Oh god, I think I just sold my soul to the devil.

[barefoot-joker]

Birthday Yandere!William Afton X Reader

I smiled as I walked down the sidewalk to my older sister’s work. She had forgotten her lunch because she was helping our younger brother get ready for school. We had all woken up a bit late, so we rushed Isaac out the door before Trish headed out. I’ll admit it was rough with my sister at work, my brother at school and me taking care of the trailer; we never really got time off to spend with each other. That’s why I was happy to bring Trish her lunch, it would finally give us a chance to chat for a minute or two.

It took me a few more minutes to walk the rest of the sidewalk before reaching the parking lot. Before me stood the only pizzeria in town: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. It was quite the spectacle even now and was very popular for children’s birthday parties. Trish and I had taken Isaac there for his birthday and he absolutely had a blast. I mean what was there not to love? It had an arcade, pretty good pizza, and singing animatronics! I had never seen anything like that before, it was just so fascinating. 

I opened the front door and a little bell went off as I did. Standing by the host desk, I waited for someone to direct me to my sister. “Oh, hello there, Y/n! It’s a pleasure to see you again!”

I looked up to see Henry, one of the owners. Henry was such a nice man. He would watch Isaac and I while we waited for Trish to finish her shift sometimes. He just looked like a teddy bear with his chubby appearance, blonde curly hair and beard, and those black thick rimmed glasses. “Hiya, Henry! Trish forgot her lunch, so I was just delivering it.”

“Oh yeah, of course. She’s a bit busy right now. We had a lunch rush. If you would like, you can wait in the arcade and I can direct her when she has some free time.”

“That would be great. Thanks, Henry!”

“Of course!”

“Mr. Emily, could you come here please”, a female called.

“Excuse me, Y/n.”

Henry walked off to go help, so I headed to the arcade. The blinking lights and loud sound effects was a bit calming to me. It was also fun to see kids be excited over 8-bit pixels. As I watched kids run around, I felt a dark presence looming behind me, almost suffocating. I looked over my shoulder to see a slim figure. I couldn’t quite identify who it was until I fully turned. 

Of freaking course.

The man’s skin was a bit pale, and his brunette locks looked unkempt. While he was slim, he still had a broad figure in the shoulders and the scent of cigarette smoke was slight on his white button up. “Miss Y/n, what a pleasant surprise. It’s so lovely to see you.”

Those gray eyes stared down at me, searching my face for some sort of reaction. I felt a shiver go down my spine. “What brings you here? I haven’t seen much of you lately. Or are you just trying to ignore me?”

A smirk played with the corner of his lips and I couldn’t help the gulp that went down my throat. I absolutely hated running into Mr. William Afton. He creeped me out and made me so uncomfortable. “I was bringing T-trish her lunch. S-she forgot it.”

I didn’t even bother with his other questions. If I had, who knows how Mr. Afton would have responded. “Ah, such a great sister! You know, you remind me of my dear Elizabeth. She does her best to protect Evan from Michael. She makes me so proud.”

Something sinister flickered in his eyes and I took a slight step back. “T-thank you?”

He stepped closer, his breath brushing against my face. Even that felt terrible, the brushing feeling like small claws digging into my flesh. Just as he was about to say something, Trish walked in. “There you are, Y/n! Henry said you’d be in here.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Thank God Trish came. She noticed my scared expression and grabbed my hand. Leading me away, I could feel Mr. Afton’s gaze dig into my back. “Thanks for saving me back there, Trish.”

“Of course. Mr. Afton can be a bit creepy at times.”

At times? How about all the time.

To make sure we were far enough away, Trish had walked us over by the host stand. “Now, what is it you came here for?”

“You forgot your lunch at the house again,” I lifted up the brown paper sack.

“Oh Y/n, thanks so much! I completely forgot about it!”

“I know, but you’re a busy lady.”

She gave me a kiss to the cheek. I smiled and looked beyond her shoulder. My eyes widened at seeing Mr. Afton peering through the doorway. His eyes stared at my sister down with such disgust. If looks could kill, she’d be bleeding profusely on the checkered floor. “Well, I’d better get back to work. I’ll see you and Isaac later, okay?”

“Okay.”

She gave me a kiss on the forehead before taking the sack lunch, quickly sauntering off. I could still feel Mr. Afton’s gaze on me, so I left quickly out the front door. 

It wasn’t until 9:00 pm till Trish came home. By then I had retrieved Isaac from school, helped him with his homework, and gotten dinner ready. The three of us sat around the small dining table, munching on some chili. Isaac told us about his school day and Trish told us about work. I just sat quietly. “You know Y/n, your birthday is coming up here in a few weeks. Do you know what you want for a present yet?”

“No and you don’t have to worry. Just being with you two will make me happy.”

“But Y/n”, Isaac replied, “it’s your birthday! You deserve the world!”

I lightly smiled. They were always so sweet to me, but I really didn’t need anything. Quality time with them would be just enough. “At least think it over, okay? Isaac and I want to get you something.”

Trish set her hand on top of mine, giving it a light squeeze. 

“Okay.” I only said that to please them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After we finished eating, we cleaned up dinner. The rest of the night we played a couple rounds of cards before heading to bed.

The next couple of weeks went by normally. Trish and Isaac kept asking about what I wanted for my birthday and I always gave the same response. A couple of times I had to go to Freddy’s to give Trish something. During those visits Mr. Afton was being creepy again. 

His silver eyes seemed softer around me compared to the harshness they held for his employees.

His hands would linger on my shoulder, his touch light and gentle.

I never seeked him out but he always found me in the restaurant. It felt like we had a red string of fate connected to us and he tugged until he was near.

He even suggested I work at the pizzeria, but I immediately turned him down. No way was I going to work alongside him and his creepy behavior.

He just made me feel sick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time flew by and soon enough it was my birthday. The morning was spent having my favorite breakfast before we headed to the park. We walked around a bit and just had fun. At some point Trish had to leave to get something for later tonight (probably a cake), so Isaac and I headed back to the house. We played some card games, board games, watched TV and read together.

The hours ticked by and while we had fun, we hadn’t heard from Trish. I was starting to get worried. Freddy’s wasn’t too far from our house and she always called when she was on her way home. No, something must have happened.

“Isaac, I want you to stay here. I’m going to go look for Trish.”

“But I want to come with!”

“Somebody needs to be here in case she calls. Can you do that for me?”

He nodded. “Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I gave him a kiss to the forehead and quickly threw on some shoes. Heading out the door, I went as fast as I could to the pizzeria. Please let Trish be okay! Please!

I threw open the front door and skidded to a stop in the middle of the dining room. “Trish! Trish, where are you?!”

Suddenly, the eerie tune of Happy Birthday carried through the halls. I whipped my head around when I heard footsteps, my eyes widening when I saw a yellow rabbit headed right for me. I tried to move but as soon as I did the bunny grasped my hand, tugging me down the hall. “H-hey! Let go of me! Trish! Trish!”

I was dragged down a dim hallway, yelling at this thing to let me go. It opened a door and suddenly we were in a backroom of the restaurant. I was slightly pushed into the room, the door locking behind us. Even though I was frightened of what the rabbit would do, I forced myself to look around the room.

I really wish I hadn’t.

The room had been decorated for a birthday party. Streamers and balloons hung from every possible place; a birthday sign hung on the wall; a small table with a festive cloth sat in the middle with a birthday cake. The candles were lit and sitting next to it was my sister. Her head was tilted towards her chest and her hair blocked her face. “TRISH!”

I ran over and lifted her head up.

My eyes widened.

My breath caught in my throat.

My hands shook.

I let out a shrill scream.

Across Trish’s neck was a deep cut, thick blood running down the front of her shirt. Her eyes were glassed over and she looked like she was in pain. A dark chuckle made me look at the yellow bunny and that’s when I saw the blood stains. “Y-you! How could you?! Show yourself!”

And so it did. The thick gloved hands unclipped the grotesque cartoon head and pulled up.

I could have died right there. 

Standing in front of me with a wide grin was Mr. Afton.

“Surprise~”

“I-I-”

“Speechless? No matter. There will be plenty of time for us to talk, my dear.”

“W-what do you mean? Why did you kill Trish? She never did anything to you!”

He looked offended at that comment. “Of course she did. She kept us apart. Can’t you see? We belong together. After all, I put so much effort into this relationship so far. I’d hate for my flirtation to go to waste.”

I gasped. 

No.

No way was this murderer and I meant to be together!

I ran for the door but Mr. Afton pulled me into a tight embrace against his costume. I screamed and struggled in his grip. He just held tight. “I see you are not in the mood for a party right now. That’s okay. We can have our own celebration at home.”

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”

“Sorry about this, love.”

“Wha-”

My head was thrust at the wall and suddenly pain shot through my skull. The room was spinning and soon I blacked out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I groaned as my eyes slowly opened. My head was just pounding and the cool cloth on my head was nice. “Finally starting to wake, my dear?”

I peered to my left and saw Mr. Afton sitting in a chair next to the bed I was on top of. He was out of the horrid costume and was now sporting a dark purple dress shirt and dark gray striped pants. “W-where am I?”

“Home.” He let his fingers stroke the top of my forehead into my scalp. 

I whined and tried to move away but the mad man was quick to grab me. He held me down and in my blurry state I tried to get away. “There’s no point in escaping, my love. You are mine and I am yours. We’re going to be together forever.”

“N-no! I don’t want that!”

“You’ll get used to it, my dear.”

“Mr. Afton-”

“Call me William. After all, we're past the formalities phase.”

With that he leaned down and gave my cheek a kiss. I threw my head to the right, not wanting to look at him. However, his fingers wrapped around my chin and forced my head back to him. “I’m being very generous, love.”

That woke me up. 

“Generous? Generous?! You made advances towards me when I made no indication I liked you. Y-you killed my sister for God’s sake!”

I thrashed around and William had to hold me down tighter. “Let go!”

“Come now, darling. Behave. It’s still your birthday, don’t you want to celebrate?”

“Not with you! I hate you! I hate you, William!”

A deep smirk set on his face and his eyes softened. “I love it when you say my name.”

He leaned down and kissed my lips. I struggled against him and bit his lip. He pulled back and licked lip, the blood going into his mouth. He smiled wide.

“Happy Birthday, soon to be Mrs. Afton.”

[fandomwritingbit]

(bf's dad) william afton x (fem)reader pt.2!

WARNING: swearing/blasphemy. smut. oral sex (male) vaginal sex, age-gap, inappropriate relationship, guilt. sort of exhibitionism, sort of. 

NOTES: afab reader. After hiding her "session" her besie mate's Michael's dad, reader avoids them both for a couple of weeks. But Mr Afton catches her off guard in a shop shit goes down... Cameo from big tescos and another character crops up a bit later on too. 

Pt.1 here

It had been easy to move on from your night at Afton's...in practicality. You'd been able to physically leave William Afton at the door. After cleaning yourself up, post the mind-blowing sex, you'd look Mr Afton in his eyes and implored him to never mention this to Michael. He'd scoffed telling you that you'd needn't worry, his tenuous relationship with his son wouldn't be improved by bragging to him that he'd fucked you stupid against the side table in the living room. Still though, you'd promised yourself that you wouldn't engage in this inappropriate shagging again, even if the thought of his solid frame pinning you against the wall made your mouth fucking water.

And you'd stuck to it, of course not going over to Michael's again, shit not even speaking to Michael really. He'd come up to you at Uni the following day and the second his dark eyes locked on to yours - so like his father's - you were filled with guilt and the image of Mr Afton. And the worst part, you sort of enjoyed it. God, he'd asked you why you looked so tired that day, you nearly laughed: "Well mate, I'm knackered because last night when I came over to see you, your dad gave me the best fucking I’ve ever had and I stayed up all night reliving it over and over again.” Of course you didn’t really say that, you’d thought it though, so you’re pretty horrid. In reality, you’d quickly made up some excuse about staying up late doing your coursework and got the fuck out of dodge, avoiding your friend’s eye line all week. Then the week after.  And then today.

 ~

It was Tuesday evening, not that it mattered really, you were so run off with your feet with pissing work to do you weren’t really counting days: truth be told you’d almost put the whole situation out of your head. 

You’d think your local big Tesco would be quiet on a Tuesday night, but of course it wasn’t, there are fuckers everywhere, stocking up on alcohol most likely, you want to yourself but no, your budget certainly isn’t allowing that. You make your purchases as fast as the bloody queues will let you and head for the door. 

Stuck in your head as you’re leaving, you hear a crisp whistle - the kind that says ‘yoo-hoo’ as opposed to the wolf variety - and you turn, ready to tell some teenager to swivel. But no. Of course. OF FECKING COURSE. At the end of the aisle you see a chuckling Mr Afton slip just out of sight. The reminder that he existed and wasn’t just something you’d wank to, nearly made you double-take, you were close to just walking out and pretending you hadn’t seen him, but the man obligated you to approach when he re-emerged beckoning you over with a mouthed “Away, y/n.” So you went over, wrapped in a lovely blanket of nervousness.

Rounding the corner of the aisle to where he stood, you didn’t stop yourself from looking him up and down, yeah, he was still a good-looking bastard. You weren’t a jittery sort of person really, yet this man threw you so much on the back foot you couldn’t find anywhere to look. 

“I know it’s cliché: but fancy seeing you here.” He rested his elbows on the front bar of his trolley, bringing himself to your eye level, you’d forgotten what an impossibly tall fella he was. 6′6 at least, crazy in comparison to you or indeed anyone.

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him, eventually settling on:

“Yeah, believe me I did not expect to run into you.” You were smiling as you spoke, partially at your own embarrassment and at the stupidness of the situation - this is exactly the sort of thing that would happen to you, the universe must really have a grudge at your expense. He laughed at your curt response, the heat of your cheeks exposing your discomfort at this encounter.

“Charming. Am I really that bad? As far as I’m aware, we left on good terms.” He was teasing you, shaking his head as he spoke mockingly.

“We really did, sorry I’m just-” Just be fucking normal, you internally berate yourself, this really isn’t that shocking. “I don’t know... surprised to see you.”

He nodded, bringing the back of his thumb to his mouth as he considered your statement. There was something about silence when stood with this man that you couldn’t stand, it gave you time to think about last time: about his hands pulling you across that table by your ankles, the feel of his chest against your head as he pounded into you, good God. 

“I get that, sweetheart. Jesus, I hardly believe you’re real.” He laughed briefly before continuing, “When Michael talks about you now, I have to remind myself to behave.” The mention of Mike’s name made your eyes widen, you were lost in the effect Mr Afton had on you, it almost physically hurt to be slammed back into reality like that.

“Yeah, I can’t even look at him at the moment... He does this thing with his head as he listens to someone talking, like tilts it to the side. And you do exactly the same thing.” You looked down as you said the last part, unable to hide the slight smirk grazing your lips; seemingly knowing what you were referring to, he grinned. 

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding him then?” Yeah, mate, that really isn't the half of why you've been staying away from Mike. “He’s been complaining after you all week... to be honest I think he’s got a little crush on you.” Eyeing you up as he spoke, he watched you rub your arm in awkwardness, bloody hell you were a sweet sight to see. 

“I feel bad.” You somewhat explain, hands rising into a shrug. He moved closer to you slowly, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was about in the aisle behind the two of you, running his tongue between his lips before he spoke.

“Well...” he leaned down close to you and you gulped, the invasion of your personal space should have been unwelcomed, but it really wasn’t. Quite the opposite, you pressed your thighs together, the smell of him arousing you more than it should be possible. 

He continued; his voice low “Do you feel guilty ‘cos you did something wrong? Or because you enjoyed it?” You laughed, almost in disbelief that he said that and that when he did you felt butterflies like an idiot. Squaring up to him nearly, you kept your eyes anywhere but his as you replied shortly.

“Both. But also because I’d do again.” He was very bloody close to you now, unable to help himself once you’d said that. He felt his cock twitch against the fabric of his trousers, the idea of fucking you again driving him near crazy.

“Oh. Would you now?” His breath stroking the side of your neck as he talked. 

An old woman walking past the two of you towards the cereal aisle, reminded him of where he was and what he was doing: flirting hard with a lass half his age in a fucking Tesco, poor Ethel didn’t need to see this. He moved away from you and for a brief moment you forgot how to stand up on your own.

 Checking the time on his watch, he smiled to himself. “Did you walk here?” He asked innocently enough, somewhere subconsciously you must have been able to tell where this was going, but it hadn’t been brought into the light yet.

“Yeah. I don’t live far away.” Your eyebrows narrowed as you answered, the important part of your brain not up to speed or grasping the relevance of this question.

“It's late, I’m giving you a lift.” It was a statement not a question and you giggled at his blatant excuse to get you alone.

“Do I have a choice?” “Nah. it’s dark out. I think.” he said smirking, craning his neck to try and see over the aisle divides to a window. 

“They’re tinted windows, mate.” You laughed into the back of your hand. He nodded his head pulling a face that said, ‘yup I realise that...now’. 

“Alright.” he grinned, voice reeking of mock offence. “And how was I supposed to know that, you minx?” You shrugged, still grinning at him. “Anyway, my point stands.” 

“Isn’t this the same thing you did last time? Using my safety as a ploy to keep me around?” you enquired, doing your best to try and wind him up. It looked like it was working but in fact your cheekiness just made him want to pursue you more - he had exactly the same issue last time. 

“Yeah, and you bit then too.” He winked at you, before beginning to push his trolley out of the aisle. You shook your head, hating that it was this easy for him to make you want to follow him. For fuck’s sake you barely knew him! This was something they warned you about as a kid, really not a good idea to get in strange men’s cars, especially when they evidently have an ulterior motive: and yet you were still going to, weren’t you.

~

When he was done checking out, he met you at the door to the shop with his bag. And you follow him like a lamb to his car. It was dark and he smirked at you smugly, a mouthed “I told ya '' on his lips made you giggle as you got in his front seat. He joined you, seconds later, and that familiar feeling of nervousness crept up your spine as you were in the confined space with him. 

“Well, lovely. Where am I taking you?” He watched your face for reaction and you froze a bit, deer in headlights and all that.

“I should say: nowhere. And get out your car...” you think out loud, sitting up in your seat a bit, mock motioning to the door handle, which prompted him to press the lock button on the driver's side, rather dramatically, he just grinned, not even moving his gaze from you. Man, he’s something else, you think to yourself. Just blinking in response before you turned fully towards him in the seat, giggling mischievously.

“You’re kidnapping me?” you state, raising your eyebrows in feigned disapproval.

“I wouldn’t say that. It's more...” he paused thinking, half a smile on his face. “Smuggling. I’m not kidnapping you, just moving you from one place to another.” He ran a hand over the top of his head, chuckling, you really always had something to say. “

Ah that makes it okay then.” you say sarcastically, snickering at the look on his face. “But... stupidly I might ask if I can come to yours.” Your own audacity was really surprising you, not long-ago sharing floor with this man made you unable to string together a sentence; here you are now, a hair trigger away from saying ‘Oh aye mate, I’m after going to yours on the hope that you’ll shag the life out of me again.’ 

He didn’t say anything to you, just sniggered as he turned on his car and began making an exit. He’d really hoped that that would be your answer, God, he’d been banking on having you again, in truth there was a lot more he wanted to do to you, and he’d been thinking about it non-stop for the past fortnight.

~

The journey back to the Afton residence really wasn’t very long, only about 15 minutes due to the lack of traffic, the roads deader than that poor old Ethel in Tesco. As you began to recognise the familiar turn of the road, the stupid flitting butterflies came back; unlike last time this was a deliberate choice with the activity about to transpire on the table, in consequence you were practically buzzing with nerves just thinking about it. 

The time in between stopping the car, taking the keys and unlocking the door, and Mr Afton cornering you in his bedroom passed in a blur, maybe it was the nerves, more likely though the arousal. Let’s face it, all your cards were known and neither of you could wait much longer. 

You had so many comments to say about how boring his bedroom was, honestly it was like a showroom, no personality just bed, tv, drawers. It was very fucking clean too, you had a joke banging around in your head about his last encounter ending in a professional deep clean, but before you could demonstrate your comedic genius, your back was against the wall and his tongue was down your throat. You couldn't complain though, nor did you want to. 

There was just something about how he kissed you that knocked the air from your lungs and filled your pretty little head with cotton wool; it was embarrassing really and part of you sort of hated him for being able to do that. So, in true stubbornness you elect that this time the bastard’s not bettering you. Pulling yourself away from him, he grunts slightly at the lack of contact, his arousal evident in front of you.

“Where do you think you're going?” His voice thick with restraint, it was taking a lot for him not to grab you right now. But there was something about the mischievous glint in your eye that made him hold on - at least for now. 

“I hardly got to have a look last time. I’m doing it now.” you state, the ability to be clever gone. It was true, in your rush during your last meeting, you’d been too focused on yourself to get a proper gander at the bloke before you and there’s no time like the present. 

Though your face felt hotter than the sun, you find the courage to start undressing him, unable to glance at the snug expression leering down at you. 

“You just broke your own fucking clothes rule.” You couldn’t help but laugh, his voice was a bit too serious given what he was saying, but you suppose that’s understandable when you have what he’s thinking with in your hands. Moving to continue, he catches your arm. Clearly, he wasn’t joking about the rule because his hands are cold against your flesh, sliding under the fabric of your shirt, close enough to your waistband that your legs quiver slightly. Hooking the shirt, he pulls it from you, grinning at how your bravado had faltered a fair bit already and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Satisfied?” You ask, the grin on your face not nearly as brave as you wanted it. The way he was looking at your chest told you the answer already, he looked hungry, and the only thought bouncing around his brain was how crazy you were driving him.

Not letting him distract you too much, you slide your hands down his torso, eventually landing at his belt, which you soon pull free. With a hum of slight amusement from above you.

“God, you’re driving me fucking mental.” He half-moaned, breaking into a slight chuckle at the sight of you, it was disbelief. Honestly, he’d only popped out for some shopping.

Perhaps you’re enjoying playing with him a bit too much because before you can even get to your knees to take this ‘exploration’ further, you can feel your knickers clinging to your slick. You hadn’t even really seen it last time, he was big, almost intimidating, and for a moment you kneel looking at him, before slowly taking hold of his cock, smirking as you dare to look at his face.

Continuing with your agenda, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and run your tongue over it, now able to taste the precum already there. The thought of him aroused just from seeing you at the shop made a pang of want chime through you.

As you became more confident with it, taking more of him, a firm hand grabbed hold of your hair - not guiding your movement exactly, but grounding himself. You weren’t able to take all of him, but you didn’t need to, your focus on his tip and simultaneous stroking with your hands was more than enough. 

The groaning above you almost made you want to smile in a kind of dirty victory, but you keep focused on your task. You were a bit too good at this and not wanting to... ‘over-exert himself’ too soon, he pulls your head away, quickly bringing you to your feet.

“Did I offend?” you ask as he turns you from him, biting kisses down your back whilst experienced hands pull your clothes from you. It didn’t pass you by that doing so was somewhat considerate, the marks he was leaving wouldn’t be seen by anyone else, they were personal. 

“Fuck, no.” he answered finally, through a smirk. He’d stripped you so fast it could have been a magic act and now you stood, naked, save for your panties. His fingers plied under the fabric and began toying with your abundance of wetness. God, you were fucking precious, your little mewls as he played with your clit, making his cock ache. Stiffening, as he changes the patterns he draws on your bundle of nerves, you feel the pressure of your high building, he was much too good at that. Pressing his fingers into your pussy from behind, your back arches involuntarily, the mix of his digits pulling slowly in and out of you and the mean biting kiss he burned into your hip was insane. 

And before long you were so desperate that you pulled away from him with the intention of enticing him to you. But you didn’t have to, he grabbed you and turned you to face him, so quick that you giggled in his rush. 

Letting him push you back onto the bed, you can’t manage to shift a stupid smile off your face.

“God, you’re fucking precious, you.” 

You’re laying on your back and he kneels between your legs, not wanting to mess around any longer. The sight of your wet little cunt was too damn tempting and slowly stroking himself he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds, spreading your slick and laying a blanket of anticipation at the pit of your stomach.

So many dirty words were on his lips but before he could say any of them the clear sound of the front door slamming made both your heads turn. You look at him with half a grin and look back to the door to hear the sound of heavy feet clumping up the stairs: Michael was home. 

Of course he fucking was, now of all times. Not 5 minutes earlier, not 5 minutes later, now. As his dad was teasing the dripping entrance of his best friend’s needy pussy. Both breathing heavily and fuming with his arrival.

You see the older man fold his lips between his teeth, an expression of unbelieving annoyance beginning to form. But you wanted it too much, and the idea of your mate being in his room was not enough to stop you raising your hips to feel William’s cock pressing against your hole. 

A voice above you, makes you look up. “You don’t care that Michael’s home?” he teases, letting you continue rubbing against the length of his cock, having to battle with the urge to shove into you, as he knew just how thin the walls were in this shit house.

You laugh a little, “I’ll be quiet...” you try, voice as sweet as the arousal between your legs. A sudden hand grips your hips, pulling you up with ease, the tip of his dick pressing just inside you, enough to make you gasp. 

“Not if I’m doing a good job, you won’t.” He laughs, thrusting halfway inside you, making you yelp in surprise, a hand flying to your own lips. “See?” He continues chuckling, but the feeling of your walls tight gripped around him, broke him down enough to thrust shallowly inside you. His hands holding your hips to keep you still whilst he did so, the image of your lip between your teeth testing his patience.

From in his adjacent bedroom, Michael’s head piques in doubt at what he was hearing, but the realisation of the low grunts of his father mixed with a steady whimper of a lass, made his jaw drop slightly in disgust and disbelief. He turns his tv up, trying to distract himself, shaking his head.  

“I-I don’t... he won’t know it’s me...” You begin, your persuasion interrupted by the moans he plucked from your lips. “He’ll think you’ve got some random lady in here.” And that was enough for him.

Sold.

He pressed himself fully inside you, setting a slow but tantalising pace, his cock deep and brushing that fucking amazing spot inside you, that made you whine.

You’re so close already, all his teasing had paid off, and you find yourself gripping at his forearms, eager to taste your climax. Your fluttering walls give you away and the man above you smirks as he presses his thumb to your clit, circling it, slamming you into orgasm sharpish. 

“Fuckin-” you start, lost in the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You felt so fucking tight around him like that, pulsing sporadically around his cock, fucking bliss. He groans, dragging your body forward, his hips rutting against yours, fucking you through your orgasm. Near addicted to it, he pulls you so far, your lower body completely off the bed, useless to do anything but accept the pace you were given which had become rough. The sound of the two of you was accompanied by skin slapping hard against skin, the lewd noise of your cunt taking what he gave you topping it all off. You were so fucked up already and couldn’t give less of a shit at that moment, only clawing at what parts of the man you could reach. 

From across the room your phone buzzes unnoticed. Messages from Michael, relaying the events that you already, but shouldn’t have known. ‘Can’t fucking believe it’ - ‘my dad’s got some lass over and I can hear everything 😭’

God, you wanted to fucking cum again, rolling your hips to meet William's thrusts, trying his restraint. You were like a vice around him and the moaning was taking him over the edge. As much as it pained him, he pulled himself from you, grinning at your almost instant,

“What are you-” 

He takes hold of you, picking you up from the bed and dragging you across the room, slamming your desperate body against a wall, your back to him. For a moment you’re confused, not exactly complaining, but confused. 

“If he can hear it... he might as well hear it all.” he grunts into the back of your head. You’re about to protest this, but it's lost in your head when he presses back into you rough, fucking you dumb from behind. Everything else was gone, except the want to feel this man cum inside you. You were close yourself and the laboured groan against your skin, pushed you closer to your edge. His pace was hard, but becoming more erratic and greedy against you, the thump of his chasing clear as day on the other side of the wall. 

“Fuck, I’m going to-” You didn’t really need to hear the rest, cutting him off with an eager plea for him to cum inside you. He presses you flush against the wall and you smash into your climax as he hits you just right, your flexing grip triggering his own. His pace stammers as he cums, each movement accented with a near animalistic grunt. Your eyes were wide at the feeling of his release inside you and beginning to trickle down the back of your leg.

He holds you there for a moment, before slowly pulling out, wanting to see just how pretty you looked with him dripping out of you. Turning to face him, you smirk, your face hot. 

Seeing him looking at you thoughtfully, your brow raises, 

“What?” 

“We’re not done.”

~

God, long one there! 

PS: sorry Michael, even I feel kinda bad about that lmao. 

[yourbestprincess]

HIIII! I was wondering if u could write a michael afton x fem reader smutt where they're coworkers as security guards and they kinda hate each other but somehow end up f-ing at work? Kind of like enemies to lovers :D thank uuu

YES OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH 🙏

WARNINGS- Smut 🫶, Fem!reader/Dom!Michael afton, lap sitting, kissing, p in v, creampies, Mike being super possessive, enemies to loves trope 🙏, Mikey falling for you, vulgar language (you should know that by now), slut shaming, daddy kink..,SLIGHT humiliation IF you squint. Enjoy!!! :3

BEEP! BEEP!

You flinch out of your sleep. The alarm clock on your cutesy nightstand said 11:00pm.

“Stupid ass alarm..” you mutter to yourself, barely awake. You dread going to work most days. It’s not the job itself, the jobs great, kinda. It’s a fun adrenaline rush, but what you hate the most, is Michael. Michael Afton. You had known the guy since high school. You always thought he was the cutest and most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but man, was he a jerk. He was so rude to you, especially.

Why me…

You think about the times back in 83’ where he would bully the hell out of you. At some point in the midst of him treating you like a dog, you begun to treat him equally. The bulling never stopped, even if you wanted it to. Michael was always so nice to everyone else, but he would say the meanest things to you, and you didn’t even deserve it. Poor thing.

It was a terrible miracle to work with Michael. You got to be around him all the time and he was almost warming up to you. The bulling was never as bad as it was in high school, but you still dreamed of being adored by him.

You move yourself gently to the edge of your pretty pink bed and slide off, putting your slippers on so your feet don’t get cold on the wood floor. You grab your black skirt and black t-shirt, then lastly slide the security vest over it. You put your black converse on, pretty pink ribbon as laces. You gain the willpower to move yourself to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and put light makeup on so that you don’t look half-dead.

After readying yourself, you grab your purse and keys. You go out to your car, already freezing from the coldness of November. You blast the heat in your car as you drive off to go to the best worst office.

I hope I’m here first. You think to yourself. I need to be here before Michael. You were usually there early anyway. 11:30, on the dot.

You quickly walk up to the front door and shakily get out the key for the door.

“Mrs. Early bird, huh.”

You turn around before putting the key in the lock. It was Michael. He was there early, for once.

“Yeah? what about it.” You say back, reluctance in your voice because you don’t feel like getting bullied tonight.

“Didn’t know you got here so early.” He roughly grabs your arm and turns you towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The sudden jerk of your body sent shock flowing through you. “o-oh, yeah. m’ sorry mike.” You said, blush burning at your nose and cheeks.

“Lemme unlock it cause you can’t seem to be able to do such a simple thing, princess.” Michael scoffs to himself.

Did he just call me princess? You turn even more red from the sudden ‘kindness’

After he unlocks the door, both of you get inside and rush to the office.

Michael looks down, into your eyes. “Okay dork,” his British accent is faded, but still there. “I’m working on the left today, so you take the right. I’m trusting you on that side.” He mustered out.

“Oh, um, okay, I guess.” You look back up at him.

“Mike, I just got one question.” You spoke.

He rolls his eyes at your statement . “And that is?”

“Why are you still so mean t’ me? I don’t think I deserve it.” The red, still flushed over your nose and cheeks as you speak.

“I- I um, I don’t really know. I don’t think I know how to stop.” Michael says, completely phased by the question.

“You knew how I felt about you in high school. Why did you push me away? Why did you resort to making us enemies?” You speak as you check down the hall with the built in light.

Fuck. You think to yourself. I said too much.

“I gotta go check on the…uh, whatever. I’ll be back.” Michael walks away with watery eyes, maybe you did say too much, or maybe you said it wrong? The feeling of messing up more with Michael makes you feel like you’re sinking.

You sit in the chair that Michael usually sits in. It was comfy and had a big cushion in the back. You tuck your knees into your oversized t-shirt and pick at your nails, waiting for him.

“MIIIKE! hurry up! It’s 11:50!” You yell across the pizzeria, hoping he would come soon, considering the time.

Did he leave me here all by myself..?

You hear fast footsteps outside the left door, holding something in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He comes up to you, pries your hand open, and let’s you grab onto what he was holding… a plush version of Chicas’ cupcake.

“My da- I mean, the owner won’t care if you take this.” He said softly.

His dad?

You smile warmly, “Thanks Mike.”

He looks into your dark brown puppy eyes, “listen, I’m sorry about the past. I was and still am an asshole, I know, I’m sorry.” He sighs, “All I’ve ever wanted to do was to treat you good. I couldn’t stand you being with anyone else that wasn’t me.” He covers his face with his hands.

“It’s okay Mike. I forgive you. Y’know It was always obvious how much I liked you in high school.” You say, flustered.

“I- really? You did? I didn��t kn-“ before he can finish his sentence, you move grab his face gently and pull him in to look in your deep gaze.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” He says shyly, the bully in him leaving rather quickly.

You nod as Michael pulls you closer. Both of you indulge in the kiss, taking as much time that feels right.

You pull back, “Mikey…you feel so..good.” He picks you up, off the chair and sits down in your spot. He motions you to come sit on his lap, and you do.

“I’m so sorry, princess. Just wanna treat you so good. I need to make you feel so good, baby.” He slurs out.

“Please..” you whine, grinding yourself against him. At this point, his jeans will have a wet mark on them because of you.

Michael unbuttons and then unzips his pants, letting you rub his clothed hard and veiny cock.

You began to be impatient, so you take matters into your own hands and slide down his boxers. His cock springs out.

“Mike..how are you going to fit-“ your words being silenced by his lips again.

He lifts you up closer to his shaft and moves your soaked lacy pink panties to the side so that he can get access to your pretty pink pussy.

“Like this, baby.” He says as he shoves his length inside of you, making you whine like a bitch in heat.

“AH- fuck! Michael! Too much…t’ much…” your words become slurred by the pleasure of Michaels lengthy pushing on your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Atta girl, just like that baby.” Michael growls and whimpers from you bouncing on him over and over again.

“Mikey…feel so good in me, ugh can’t take it~ feels so good!” You whine out as you get pounded by him.

“Sweetheart, I’m sososo sorry. I needed to fuck your tight pussy so fucking bad baby.” Michael yells out. He picks you up and makes you bend over the desk.

He chuckles, “Better check those cameras while i fucking pound you, pretty girl.”

You turn the cams on, looking for any missing animatronics.

“looks clear for now..”

“Good job, princess. You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He giggles, “I bet you fucking love this don’t you. God your just such a slut for my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” He says pridefully. His words cause you to whine out.

“Oh cmon baby, just cause I don’t treat you like shit anymore doesn’t mean I don’t get to tease you, and both us know you fuckin’ love it.”

“Mikey…t” much…it hurts! Slow down!!” You whimper

“Oh yeah? I know you can take me. That’s what good girls do, baby. They take it like a good fuckin’ slut. Now, don’t you love?” He says as he picks up the pace, slamming into your walls.

“Oh fu- Daddy..~” you moan out, getting close to your orgasm, white heat flowing over you, taking over your body.

“Say that again.” Michael demands.

“Wh-“ you barely say before Michael thrusts deeply and painfully into you.

“I said fuckin’ say it, I didn’t studder now did I princess? You better say it before I don’t let you cum all over my cock.” He growls.

You whine and yelp, but you know you need to cum now, there’s no reason to fight it now.

“Fuck~ daddy… I need t’ cum so bad daddy! Please mikey, m’ so close…” you cry out. Your pussy grips him tightly, practically begging to cum.

“Holy- yesss, that’s fucking it. Good girl. Cum for daddy, just like that baby. Fuck yourself dumb on daddy cock.” The white heat fills up both of you as you go dumb by being fucked this hard.

“Mikey! I’m cumming, pleasepleaseplease-“ you helplessly cry out, Poor baby.

“Fuck! Me too, sweetheart, where do you want it?” Michael groans.

“Inside, please…”

“You want me to…fuck…breed you?”

“Yes! please daddy! I- ’m cumming!!” He continues to thrust into you sloppily, forcing his cum inside of you.

“Oh- oh my god- you feel so…so good.” Michael falls into your back, having his still-hard cock inside of you. His breath trickles down by the crook of your neck as your catch your breath.

“Oh shit! Check outside the doors!” Michael pulls out of you and looks outside of the left door.

“Fuck! Bonnie!” He slams the door down.

“Maybe next time we do this at my house, hm?” He says leaning against the door.

TO BE CONTINUED-

[comicglitterr0909]

Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside. 

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen. 

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?” 

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan. 

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes. 

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there. 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?” 

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh. 

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.” 

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to… 

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.” 

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried. 

“What do you know?” 

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.” 

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up. 

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this. 

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more. 

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time. 

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk. 

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off. 

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

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Hello! This is my first fanfic that I'm gonna post here! It's 18+ so minors DNI!

Tw warning ⚠️ Age Gap Relationships, Degradation, Dom and Sub Dynamic, Choking, creep!Afton

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It had all started that fateful Monday evening, you sat on your boss's lush purple couch waiting for him to come back from work. You were his 3 children's babysitter, at the ripe age of 21 you had been babysitting for the Aftons for about a year.. During that time you had grown.. Well, not close but quite friendly with their father, the 40 year old man was divorced and quiet, though had this.. Animalistic aura that you couldn't quite place.

He was wildly attractive, 6'3 and lean with defined features.. God it was hard to stay calm around him, his silver eyes always seemed to follow your every move making you shiver when you would catch him staring. He wasn't very put together, no not at all, he had messy mousey brown hair with streaks of gray peppered throughout.. he was a silver fox and you swore that he knew of your puppy crush.. though he couldn't.

Right?

That's when you were snapped out of your thoughts.. Turning your head to see the man you were just thinking about walk in. His purple suit jacket draped on his forearm while his white button up shirt was cuffed at the sleeves, his tie hanging loosely from his pale neck. Oh man, he looked pretty fucking good.

"Hello Mr Afton! I have the kids asleep, Micheal is doing his homework. How are you? How was work?" You said this almost too eagerly, standing up from the couch and immediately walking towards him. His eyes give you that intense look that follows every movement you make.. Like a wolf stalking its prey.

"Oh? Thank you Y/N, work was tiring but what can you expect hm? I am well though, darling. You? Did the children give you any trouble?" His low British accent left his mouth like honey, it was slightly gravelly due to years of smoking but had just the right amount of rasp for you to think about late at night when you needed something to fuck yourself too. Your eyes widen slightly at the look and sound of him, he never fails to give you goosebumps.

"Oh.." at a loss for words you clear your throat and tuck your lip between your teeth, it was as if he could see right through you.. you could have swore that you saw him smirk.. His smirk always left you breathing a bit heavier than before. Quickly shaking your head you resume your thoughts; "I'm well, they were very good actually. Though Micheal keeps frightening poor Evan.." you were cut off by him leaning down slightly, his tired but intense eyes looking into yours in a way that you couldn't pull away from.

"Say… I was wondering, what do you think of a bit of extra cash hm?" He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne entering your nostrils and making your heart flutter.

"I.. well I would actually love that! Do you need me to put in extra hours?-" Once again, cut off by William.. It was as if he had rehearsed this conversation in his head, or maybe he was excited? You couldn't exactly tell, but he placed a.. large hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently.

"Well, a Job at the Pizzeria just opened… nothing too hard just Prize Counter Attendant. You already do such a good job here.. the uniform would just look so good on you.." His words were sleazy, definitely. The thought of working under him in an official work setting made your stomach grow warm, you never saw him at work.. you only saw him once every Monday-Thursday night. You sat silent for a second before nodding, why not? You could use the money as well as thought it would be fun to have some eye candy during the day.

"Yeah.. that sounds nice.. thank you Mr Afton!" You grinned and shook his calloused hand, he looked down at the contact and nodded. There was that look again! That look of something stalking its prey, it was intense and intimidating.. but God did you like it.

"Good Girl.. come in on Wednesday okay? I'll have a uniform ready for you when you arrive for the shift.. so glad you accepted Y/N." He smirked at your shiver of concealed arousal at being called "good girl", it was painfully obvious to him.. The way you stared, eagerly came to him at his every beckon.. That coy lip bite if he got too close, God it was bloody perfect. He wanted to hunt you, taste every Inch of you, he doesn't like to admit it but since his Wife left him he hasn't really gotten all that much action. Well, except for his own hand and the thought of you begging for him… Fuck he wanted you to beg and cry for him, luckily for him he had all the time in the world to watch you yearn for him now..

This was turning out to be a lovely idea wasn't it?

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Wednesday came quickly, you couldn't stop thinking about how he might look in his work suit.. How he might present himself, just the authority he would have makes your heart pound mercilessly. You woke up bright and early, taking an everything shower.. putting on a little bit of makeup and styling your hair in a way that made you look just a little to put together for a kids job.

You drove to the Pizzeria, parking your car in an employee spot and walking in.. the establishment hadn't opened yet due to it only being 7:30 am. As you walked in you heard the monotonous Hum of the fan, the eerie silence of a usually overly loud children's play room. 

"Y/N?" A low toned British voice almost whispered behind you, the air ghosting the back of your neck making the hairs on your skin stand on end. You knew that voice too well and turned around to see the culprit, William.. Holding a purple shirt and black pants. His large hand slowly smoothing down the fabric that hung over his forearm, he looked significantly more professional than those two nights ago. His hair styled neatly while his purple vest clung snuggly to his form, he wasn't bulky by any means.. but he did have abit of a chest.

"Oh! Mr Afton, I'm sorry.. am I too early? I just wanted to make sure I was on time!" Your voice rang out a little higher than usual, you didn't fail to plan on the outfit you arrived in. Your body is a bit cold in the current clothing you were sporting, a flimsy white tank top with a dangerously short pencil skirt.. you looked pathetic. Like an absolute slut, William couldn't stop looking at your chest.. you were obviously cold by the way your nipples hardened through the fabric. Or, was it because of him?

"No no, Darling.. you are perfectly on time!" His eyes were glued on your breasts, slowly moving to your supple little neck then E/C eyes. Before he let out the slightest groan and smirked, before saying;

"Someone's cold.. or maybe you're just happy to see me?" He purred, his hand brushing the hard bud making you bite your lip and gasp.. What was he doing? He chuckled darkly at the noise you made, he was losing patience.. He wanted to wait till later, he really did! But you didn't give him much choice then to let his growing frustration out.

"God, you really are pathetic love. That flimsy little tank top, the way you rub your thighs together when I speak.. It's all too amusing. Do you have any shame?" He was smirking widely, his form suddenly stepping closer while looking down at you. Enjoying the way your cheeks grew darker at each little comment he uttered, you certainly weren't expecting that..

"W-What? Mr Afton, I.." Your meek voice mewled below him, not daring to make eye contact with the older man. His hand slipping under your shirt, feeling the bare skin that laid underneath and hissing through his teeth, Making sure to shame you further. "Tut tut tut… Such a slut, who were you doing this little act for Doll?" His eyes focused into yours as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"... You.." your pathetic mumble finally escaped your lips after a second, William taking the opportunity to further embarrass you. "Hm? Say that again Darling? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your ragged little breaths." This was a dream, you rubbed your thighs together.. Already feeling your core ache from the words he shot your way, the heat growing to unbearable levels.

"You, Mr Afton sir.. I did it for you!" This only made his ego grow more, immediately grabbing your wrist he drug you through the employees only door. The dark hallway was cold and dark, only making you shiver more, a door approached reading "William Afton" . Without hesitation he opened the door and looked down at your pathetically trembling body, pointing to his desk.

"Sit." The command broke the lust filled silence, making you jump slightly and run over to his desk.. It looked expensive, like something official had been done to it… Well something official was about to happen now, William locked his door and practically ripped his tie off. Demonstrating his surprising strength, he walked over and caged your smaller form against the desk. His large hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back roughly, a sharp knee shoving its way between your already damp thighs.. pressing roughly and mercilessly.

"God, already wet eh? I knew you were a useless slut.. but this? My my Darling, you look simply shameful.." His British accent made it all the hotter, you felt yourself writhe underneath him as you rolled your hips against his knee. William, noticing this, starts to bounce his knee for you.. his eyes practically glowing with this unhinged lust. His hands moving to your tits and grabbing your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his impossibly long fingers. Your whines and noises start to escalate in volume before he smashes his slightly chapped lips against yours, his mouth tasting of a black tea and mint gum. Blood now running down your chin as he bit down shamelessly, licking the sweet red liquid slowly.. your eyes connecting.

"W… William-" You were suddenly rubbed against his knee aggressively, the pressure so potent that it made your hips squirm away in a light pain. "Did I tell you to call me that? I'm your Boss.. call me Mr Afton, Darling." His eyes deepened in lust, seeing you nod and gasp out the sacred "Mr Afton~ Please, it's too much..!" This only drew out a chuckle from him, shaking his head and cooing into your ear. 

"Now.. doesn't my little whore want to be a good girl? Take what I give you,  you Stupid Slut.."  He mumbled the last bit into your neck as he started to kiss, starting slowly but quickly becoming rough in his nips and sucks. Creating dark marks on your neck that would not be easily hidden, blowing warm air onto the tender spots and shaking his head.. God what a needy whore.. tempting him like this, now he couldn't hold back from ravaging your body.

"I.. I.. want.. I want you to touch me! Please? It's so sensitive- Please! It feels so.. so much-". William wasn't near done with you yet, but funny enough.. you were already a pleasure drunk bitch, not used to such delicious sensations. Grinding on his knee desperate for anymore friction, but before you could roll your hips again you hear objects flying off his desk before he pins you against it.

"Well.. since you asked SO nicely.. I guess I can pay attention to that greedy little cunt of yours.. I bet it's so sensitive and swollen hm? It needs Mr Afton's attention desperately, huh?" He cooed as he let a finger brush over your soaking fabric covered pussy, drawing out a desperate mewl from you..

He was beyond elated.

He had wanted this ever since you walked through his doorway, the innocent bat of your eyelashes.. God it did things to him he hadn't felt since before his second child. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your wet heat rub against his finger desperately, getting yourself off without him working on you.

"Did I say you could do that darling? Let me use you as I please, don't fucking move." His voice was serious, growing lower in octave as he started painfully rubbing hard circles into your sensitive clit. The whines and noises coming out of you made the growing tent in his trousers almost unbearable, his hips rubbing against the table making him groan lowly. "God you look so fucked out already darling.. God how are you not embarrassed?~" He purred this as his finger worked its magic, all the while his other hand worked it'd way up your body to your neck before.. well, latching onto your throat and squeezing, a soft moan erupting from your throat he just laughs… not a chuckle, no, a full on excited laugh. As if he couldn't contain himself, almost on Cue he Rips your panties off and sticks two giant fingers into you without warning, letting go of your throat and thrusting with a unforgiving speed. You threw your head back and whined in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, being stretched out without warning made your walls tighten around William more then they already were. 

"Are you going to cum already? So, so sensitive.. What a needy pet.. Need Mr Afton in you? What do you say darling?" He was taunting you, every word put of his mouth was backhanded and patronizing which honestly pushed you over the edge.. his words, his long digits curling into you and hitting your most sensitive spot. It was all too much so you shivered and came, your body jerking slightly as a raspy cry of pleasure fell from your swollen bloodied lips. William looked in shock as the orgasm took you from his needy little slut into a useless sex toy for him, and him only to use.

".... well darling that awnsered my question." In swift movements he had your legs over his shoulders, thighs pressed against your chest as he rubbed his painfully erect dick against your ungodly sensitive clit. You mumbled things that even you couldn't understand, so fucked out and being absolutely destroyed by your boss? God this couldn't get better, but then it did, he unlooped his belt..

"M-Mr Afton- PLEASE! I nE-ed you in me- please please.. please..!" Your cries were awnsered with a patronizing shake of his head and scoff before suddenly being penetrated by the man hovered over you. His head fell back as he let out a string of curses, not waiting for you to adjust he started ramming into you. For being 43 or so, he had a surprising pace.. His hand holding your wrists above your head while his hips thrusted quickly against you, the sound of skin slapping and pained moans from you… Honestly you didn't know if you had another climax in you, the knot tightening tiredly when suddenly..

Ring…

Ring Ring…

"Hello?-"

"William, it's me Henry, are you at the Pizzeria?"

"O-Oh.. ngh~ Uh Yes I am, getting ready for opening.. I'm actually quite busy right now-"

As William said this you bucked your hips, getting a good angle and moaning. Whimpering his name and whining not so quietly… William winced and grabbed his discarded tie that was next to him and shoved it into your mouth. "Shut up slut-" William warned as quietly as possible.

"Excuse me? William, what are you doing?"

"A-Ah! Nothing I'm sorry.. Just ah.. talking to myself. Look mate, I really am busy. I'll call you after?"

"Sigh, okay William, talk to you later."

As Henry hung up he looked down to see you drooling all over his tie… oh my, what would he wear now? Oh well, he grabbed your throat one last time and hissed at you. "Never make those sounds when I'm on a call, got it Darling? I only get to hear your pathetic little noises, Me!" He raised his voice at the end, grip on your throat tightening as you nodded, gasping and clenching around him.. the large hand around your throat making you see stars; "Mr Afton!!" You choked his name out in pure ecstasy. As you clenched William just couldn't take it anymore.. pulling out and releasing himself onto your chest. Eventually his shaking form that loomed on top of you moved to sit beside your limp body.. he grabbed the uniform that you had yet to put on and raised his eyebrows.

"Go on then, put your uniform on, Darling.. time for work."

[dokoni-mo]

Crave: Part Two || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: William has you right where he wants you.

NSFW // suggestive

word count: fairly long

warnings: age gap relationship (reader is 20 while William is pushing 40), corruption kink, coercion, usage of pet names, Will is a bit of a creep, obsessive behavior, sensual touching, swearing, Michael is briefly in this too, kissing, brief and faint daddy kink, praise, brief mention of bondage, not really proofread

a/n: y'all seemed to really want this so i finally got off my ass and finished it. link to part one here

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William Afton, admittedly, hated his eldest son. But he did appreciate the fact that he was easy to manipulate.

Michael had always had his mother's heart. Soft. Squishy. Easy to toss around with a bit of encouragement and a few sweet words. It was pathetic, in a way, but William found it hard to care about that for too long.

Especially when it was that soft heart that got Mr. Afton exactly what he wanted. You.

William didn't really give two shits that you were his son's friend. Not in the slightest. Hell, you could be married to the damn president or the Pope himself, and William would still try and get you in his arms. That's just how much he liked you. Just how much he wanted you. And he was willing to do anything it took to get you.

Even if it meant telling you a little fib.

Michael would be away at his mother's that weekend. But of course, William had made it a point to keep you away from that knowledge. He had banned Michael from using the phone all week, and even hid the young man's car keys until Saturday rolled around. This made Mr. Afton's son more pissed at his father than usual, but William didn't care. It was just a few more fights to add onto the week. Michael could bitch and whine all the wanted. It wouldn't sway William's mind.

This was gonna be when William would finally catch you, little bunny.

Michael could go kick rocks for all William cared.

Watching his son speed off out of the driveway and pull away from the neighborhood, William could already feel his pants become tighter than normal, heat creeping down his neck and shoulders. Good, this was all too good. Everything was going according to his plan. Step one was to get Michael out of the picture.

Step two was to now lure you in.

Walking over to the phone hung on the wall, Mr. Afton tried to shift his growing erection in his pants, but to no avail. This made him sigh to himself, his brow furrowing in slight frustration He hadn't even dialed your number yet and was already getting excited. If he was in a different situation, he would've found it to be pitiful. But this was you.

And this was the effect you had on him.

With trembling hands, William held the one close to his ear while he dialed the number to your house. He could feel his face start to heat up as he gripped onto the phone tightly, your number memorized, of course. He wet his lips with his tongue, letting out a shaky breath as he dialed the last digit.

God damn it. He was getting way too excited. Over a fucking phone call nonetheless. 

He just couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would go. Hearing your sweet little voice on the other end. How you would sound so cute as you wondered why it was him calling you and not his son. Maybe you always secretly wanted that though. Maybe he missed that in the way you looked at him. Maybe he was a fool for not seeing it this whole time. Oh god, he was a fool. How could he not see it? Your pretty little eyes begging him. Please, Mr. Afton. Please, I just wanna hear your voice at night. I miss you, Mr. Afton. You're all I want, sir. Oh fear not, little one. Mr. Afton missed you too. You're all he ever wanted too. He’ll take good care of you, he promises. He’ll tell you what to do over the phone. His accented voice is gonna tell you to lie down on the bed and imagine him there with you. He’s gonna tell you to get undressed. He’s gonna- 

“Hello?”

William lost his train of thought at the sound of a voice on the other end. Your voice too. Oh god, how long had he been out? He hoped not too long. That wouldn’t have set a good impression on you. 

William cleared his throat before responding, putting on his typical “all is well” voice he used on countless others. 

“(Y/N), hello love. How are you this evening?” He asked, trying hard to hide the excitement in his accented voice and clearing his throat. 

“Umm... I’m good, Mr. Afton, thanks. What about you?” you responded on the other end. 

William felt his heart swell. Oh, his little bunny was always so kind. 

“Oh I’m doing just fine, thank you.” He responded, trying hard not to be too friendly as to scare you off.

“That’s good...” you said. William could tell in your tone that you were starting to get weirded out. That was understandable. It’s not like the two of you were friends or anything. For now, you were just ‘son’s friend and son’s dad’. He couldn’t get mad at that. But, it was time for him to act. 

"Ah, my apologies," he said, raising up one of his arms and leaning against the wall next to the phone's receiver, "you're probably wondering why I called, yes?"

You laughed a little as you breathed out a yeah, making William clench one of his fists. God fucking damn it your laugh was so cute.

"Yes, well, it's about Michael I'm afraid. See, he's been having some... trouble with his maths professor's class, yes? As I'm sure you're aware?"

You giggle again, "Oh yeah, trust me I'm well aware."

William chuckled, "Right, of course. Well, he's being a bit stubborn tonight over his work. I try helping him myself, but... Well, let's just say I remember all that rubble quite differently from when I was young. So, I was wondering if you'd be a dear and lend him your... expertise?"

William was grinning like a fool from behind the phone, his grip hardening on the phone alongside his member in his pants. Close. You were so close now.

You paused on the other end of the phone. Mr. Afton could practically hear how you looked over your shoulder for your response, the way your little fingers played with the phone chord and the way you wet your lips as the gears turned inside your head.

"Umm.." you whispered, weariness in your breath.

What?

"Well, Mr. Afton, I'm flattered but... it's getting kinda late, and I have class in the morning and I gotta get up early and, yknow."

What?

William's smile fell.

No no no no no. You were hesitating. You weren't following your script. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Fix it. Fix it now.

William cleared his throat before he gave you his response, "Y-Yes, I know but Michael is really struggling tonight, love. If you'd like you're welcome to eat dinner with us and stay the night. Does that sweeten the deal for you, hm? I'll even let you two order takeout."

William was practically sweating. If this didn't work then he'd be shit out of luck. Pushing once is understandable. But twice? He'd ruin all his chances. It would plant the seed in your mind that William was just a creep, that you should stay away from him and only be around that idiot Michael. His long, slender fingers were gripping the phone much tighter than William realized, the cheap yellow plastic creaking in protest. Although it only took you a few seconds to make your decision, it felt like a few eternities to Mr. Afton.

"Hmm.. Fine. Sounds good. I'll be over soon."

William grinned ear to ear while he said his goodbyes to you. He slipped the phone back onto the receiver and pushed his back to the wall, trying to steady his breathing after his high. The tips of his fingers were tingling in anticipation, his pants unbearably tight now.

Only one word rung throughout his head as he awaited your arrival.

Gotcha.

~~

Your house wasn't all that far away from the Afton's, so you knew it wouldn't take long for you to get over there. Because of this, you didn't put on your ugly walking sneakers, and instead dawned your ratty house shoes along with a ratty jacket. Because you were an adult, you didn't bother telling your parents where you were heading. They didn't need to know anymore, and you knew they'd just tease you again for hanging out again with your classmate.

You were already going out of your way for him and Mr. Afton. No need to go out of your way any further for more people.

You didn't really mind going out of your way for neither Michael nor Mr. Afton. Michael was your friend, and you knew how much he struggled in math. It's just another favor he owed you to add to the pile. And Mr. Afton...

Admittedly, he was an attractive man. Charismatic too. It was hard to say no to him in general. Even though at times he was slightly... odd. Not in a stay-way-at-all-costs kind of odd but just a keep-your-distance kind of odd. But, he seemed harmless enough. And he was giving you a free meal and a place to stay at that for this little favor.

Who were you to refuse such a kind offer?

~~

William waited for you on his couch, his hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees, one of his feet bouncing with anticipation. He had to change his trousers after his little phonically with you, and he had spent some time freshening up in the mirror as well.

It was all going perfectly, so he had to be sure to be perfect for you. He already knew you would be perfect for him. You always were, even without trying to be. That's how he knew from the start that you were the one. The one he had to have. Mr. Afton wondered just what you would show up in. Those jeans that show off your cute little butt? Or perhaps the sweatpants? He was a fan of those too. Or maybe that shirt you always wore? The one that you knew was slightly too small, but refused to get rid of? Perhaps.

Either way, it didn't matter much to William. He hoped whatever you had on would be on the floor by the end of the night anyway.

Hell, he could already picture it now. The way he would undress you. He's thought about it countless times now. In his mind, he's perfected his technique of getting those silly little garments off of his precious bunny's body. Slow, very very slow, with lots of reassurance and praise to keep you going. God damnit. Your face would be so cute. He knew you'd blush and probably look away, embarrassed and ashamed. He'd lift your chin back up, telling you to keep your eyes on daddy as he-

William was jolted out of his trance when he heard a knock on the door.

Just in time too.

Any longer and he'd be on his third pair of pants for the day.

After giving himself one last glance in the mirror, William took a deep breath and headed for the door, putting on his best polite smile as he opened it.

God fucking damn it.

Just look at you.

You were smiling at him so pretty; just for him. You were wearing that jacket he liked, in a new shirt he hadn't seen before? Did you buy it just for him? Or was that your pajamas? Perhaps he would ask you later. Your little hands were hidden away in the pockets of the jacket, which was a shame to him. He loved seeing your hands. The way they fidgeted when you were nervous or thinking. But, more importantly, he liked seeing them compared to other things in his house.

It was a good reference for other means.

"Ah," William breathed, giving you his best smile and stepping aside to let you into his house, "(Y/N), there you are! Thank you again for coming on such short notice."

"It's no problem Mr. Afton." you said.

William's ears picked up a slight change in your tone. Were you scared of him? Watching you for a moment longer, he realized where it came from. Your eyes kept wandering over to his driveway, to the empty pavement where Michael's car should be.

William's grip on the doorframe tightened.

Silly bunny, he's not who you should be concerned with right now. Your attention should be on William. Not that idiot.

"But, umm..." you continued, your smile falling as you bent your eyebrows in worry, "Mr. Afton, is Michael here right now? His car isn't here and..."

Damn. You were too smart sometimes.

William both loved and hated you for it.

William chuckled, trying to put all the worry out of your mind, "Yes, well, he overheard that I had invited you over and went to the market to pick up some snacks for the two of you. It was just around the corner, I'm sure he'll be back soon, yes? You know how that boy is."

You let out a breathy chuckle. You weren't 100% convinced, but it would do. It was passible enough to put you back at ease.

"Please, come in, love," William grinned down at you, "It's getting cold out. Have a seat on the couch."

You gave him a soft thanks as you stepped into William's house, making the man smell all the nice soaps and scents you used as you walked by him. He allowed himself to relish in your scent for a brief moment before closing the door behind you, being sure to lock it tightly without you knowing. William took a few deep breaths facing the door before dawning on his smile again and joining you in his living room. You looked so so pretty on his couch, and he found it cute that you were nervous. He could tell how you sat at the very edge of the furniture, your hands neatly clasped together and fidgeting slightly.

There was no reason to be nervous, bunny. It's only him.

"Would you like any tea?" he asked you, and you were quick to throw him a polite smile and kindly refuse before he sat at the opposite end of the couch. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but not quite far away enough to just be friendly either. A subtle way of telling you he meant business. Be it unconscious or not, you seemed to realize this as you shifted in your seat, your eyes focused on your hands rather than the man next to you. If you were anyone else, William would've thought that was quite rude. But because you were who you were, he found it endearing. He found it cute that you were shy around him. While he wanted you not to be so shy (he enjoyed your personality when he saw it around his son), it was still cute you were.

It would change with time. You would change with time while being with him. He tried to keep that in mind.

"Now I do hope I didn't take you too far out of your way, (Y/N)," William said to you, his pale eyes fixated on your cute face, "I didn't keep you from any girlfriends or boyfriends or anything like that."

You looked up and him and smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, "No, no, Mr. Afton, it's fine! I don't really have anything like that anyway."

William was a bit taken aback by this. Surely you had other friends then his son. But no boyfriend? Not even someone who was interested in you? Yes that made things easier for William but, admittedly, he was surprised. You were so fucking gorgeous, how would that many horny college boys pass you up?

Whatever. It didn't matter. They didn't deserve you anyway.

You were his.

"Is that so?" he asked you, keeping his tone steady.

"Yeah," you responded, your gaze shifting back to your hands, "I mean I like Michael, he's my friend but everyone else on the campus are just... let's just say they're not the typical people I like to hang out with. Too rowdy, yknow?"

"I understand that, love," he said, feeling his heart swell in his chest, "I'm a bit of an introvert myself."

You threw him another smile, "I guess that makes two of us."

His smile grew as he saw your own.

His plan was working.

It was almost time now. William was buzzing with anticipation.

"Not even a boyfriend then?" He asked. He was worried that this would be too forward of a question, but the look on your face showed no sign of tension or hesitation. Good. If you were uncomfortable, the plan wouldn't work.

You shook your head, "No, unfortunately. No one I like seems to like me back, so..."

Now. It was time. Now. There wasn't going to be a better opportunity. Now, William, now.

William swallowed the drool forming in the back of his throat before shifting closer to you, making you look up at him with the sudden proximity.

"You know, (Y/N)," he said, looking right into your eyes, "I find that quite hard to believe."

"I..." you muttered out, your cheeks heating up slightly, "What? Why? I'm telling the truth."

"No, no, I don't believe you at all."

William shifted closer to you again, lifting up one of his bony hands and brushing the hair away from your face his his pointer and middle finger. Gently, he traced his hand down the side of your face, cupping your burning hot cheek and caressing it with his calloused thumb. You didn't pull away from him, which was a good sign. Your doe eyes looking up at him, so timid and confused made his pants start to ache again. He'd never seen you this close before, and you were even more perfect than he had imagined. Your smell, your eyes, the heat you give off, the softness of your skin. It was all so much better than William fantasized about. It was so much better than what he thought of when he was groaning your name into his pillow at night, fucking into his fist desperate for some sort of relief.

It was almost too much for him to bear.

William studied your face as he spoke again, committing every detail to memory.

"Quite frankly, darling, you're the most breathtaking individual I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." he whispered to you, "Your little smile is so cute. The way those clothes hug your body. I think about that at night, you know? Did you know that, love? Heaven above, you know how to drive a man wild. Ever since I laid eyes on you, you're all I can possibly think about. The things I've imagined doing to that little body of yours... I could make you feel so, so good, little one. Would you like that, hm? Having a big, strong, experienced man take you as his own? I promise I would take such good care of you. You'll be mine. My precious, adorable little rabbit forever and ever."

Your eyes widened at his every word, your cheeks beneath his touch now burning red hot. He tried to study your eyes. Did you do the same for him? When you were alone at night, was it his name you cried out? Was it his lips you imagined roaming your skin? You were hard to read when you looked so frightened, little bunny. Come now, there's no reason to be scared. He did promise to take care of you.

You sputtered and opened and closed your mouth like a dying fish as you tried so form a response to the man in front of you, becoming all the more flustered as you felt his other hand slowly slide down your shoulder and come to a rest at your hip, thin fingers slowly rubbing the bone.

"M-Mr. Afton, I..." you finally managed to squeak out.

"What, love?" He said, "Go on, don't be shy."

"I... Just... Wh-what about Michael? I-"

"Oh, fuck Michael." William muttered out quickly before closing the distance between the two of you, his lips capturing yours with such force it nearly left you breathless. Your hands were quick to find his chest and press against it, but not hard enough to tell him you wanted him to stop. The hand that was on your hip slipped itself behind your back, William using the rest of his arm to pull you closer to him. Your kiss was invigorating to the man. The bulge in his pants was painful, but he didn't care. He hadn't been this riled up in a long, long time. His kiss was dominating, showing you who exactly was in charge here. He could tell that you were inexperienced, but that only added to his high. William could feel himself getting more and more excited, his hand slipping away from your face to grope at your chest.

When he found the right place to squeeze, you pulled away from his lips, him leaning forward slightly to try and chase you back into one. William felt his cock twitch at the sight of your face; red and so timid from his advances, and so beautiful as his skilled hands made you whimper and moan before him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He'd waited long enough.

As William pushed you back onto his couch, it ran through his mind that he didn't exactly want to have his first time with you on the couch. He would've preferred to have you in his bed, perhaps even with your hands tied to the bedframe, but this would do. He didn't know if he could even wait long enough to carry you into his room. Mr. Afton clawed at his tie as he snaked his way on top of you, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and neck as he trapped you in.

Poor little bunny. If only you knew just how long he's wanted this.

If only you knew that meant he wouldn't hold back on you tonight.

Gotcha, bunny.

~~

Tags: @laylaaftonsshit , @sammylawrence27

[fany-the-bunny]

The "mrs Afton is Ballora" theory get pretty funny when you look at her design

I mean, for real LOOK AT THESE WOMAN BREATS!

Why the hell they're so big like that? There's no other animatronic with actual human tits and the one who have is theorized to be the mom of Afton family

Imagine Afton on his office, being like: "hmm...what specific characteristic from my wife i can put on this animatronic design to really look like her? Oh i know! Her huge tits!" And i can just imagine her reaction seeing this, but she was definitely shocked

That makes me question, how msr. Afton looked like? Was she really that thicc? We need some answers here, that's way to random to not have a explanation!

Did William just wanted his wife to have the biggest bazookas in the Fazbear franchise? And why would he want that? For god sake, she even look topless! What the hell William?

[bornetoblood]

1 2 9 AND 10 VIOLENCE ASKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💥

Link to the questions!

I answered 10 here!

1. the character everyone gets wrong.

I’ve already talked about why and how I’m not into a lot of Afton interpretations so I’m gonna talk about Henry Emily now (my favourite man ever). A lot of people I’ve seen kinda present Henry as a guy who does nothing wrong, the sane half of the furry franchise duo. I believe this is incorrect. Mr Emily is just as (if not more) fucked up than Billy and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. Before any child murder happened we had the springlock suits (that Henry designed) that Faz Inc’s minimum wage employees were forced to wear and told to go bleed out in the back room if they malfunctioned as to not disturb customers. I think Henry capitalist’ed his way into child murder complicity there’s no way he didn’t know Will was the one doing it I refuse to believe Afton is a component criminal. It’s ALSO implied he either helped build or fully constructed the Funtimes which are specifically designed to kidnap children. He’s also lobotomised at least 2 people on purpose and shoved his puppet daughter in a bear that shocks her every so often. I also love the fact he locked his business partner’s corpse in a back room for 30 years and has an arson streak. In the books also he is filled with a rage so volatile and deep it animates a robo version of his daughter that’s pretty metal. I like him a lot and I think he’s a bad person who tries to make up for his complicity while still running the most exploitative children’s franchise in the US (he totally does fucking union busting no doubt).

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom ( @mrslittletall asked me to do this for the Lozza too).

Okay I have pretty complicated thoughts on this. I think Laurence Bloodborne is a massive switch (he can do both) what I dooon’t like is that he pretty much always subs in all the stuff I’ve seen with him and he’s always doing it in a way that gives me the most visceral “he would not fucking say that” I’ve ever had. People hardly ever let him keep his violence or his love of control in porn stuff and like… idk that’s what I find hot about him. He’s always not old as well which sucks to me I think that old man can get it. Also tangentially related is that I think he’s transmasc and trans men never Dom in anything ever I am actually starved.

9. worst part of canon.

For fnaf there’s so much I’m just gonna say ‘all of it’ and move on lest we be here forever.

In regards to Bloodborne I suppose it’s just a lot of little things that make me a little uncomfortable. I’ll have to mull it over more but there’s certain aspects that I think about and I think ‘Hm and this feels a little off but I can’t tell why’. I also wish there was more character customisation options like hair texture and weight but that’s an issue in a loooot of games unfortunately.

Gameplay wise I hate doing forbidden woods sooooo much oh my god.

[bigshotexpress]

poppy playtime chapter 3 spoilers ( i am watching a lets play, this is a live blogging)

bioshock vibes with the radio messages.

seems pretty spooky so far. though, man, the escalation is pretty quick. poppy playtime is doing its best to beat the 'horror for children' allegations it seems.

like, the line about the dead kid in the duffle bag really isn't even. that horrifying as far as horror games go, i think? but it caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting it to be that blunt about it.

ah. the huggy from the trailer IS, in fact, a hallucination. cool

oh! kissy missy! cool! i wonder if they're going to get into the horror of Her existence. There seems to be some strong implications here.

ah. we're getting to actually hear the children talk now. that's gonna help with the horror escalation. before the kids were just... an implied reality. didn't have to really face it deeper than a surface level awareness. with visuals or audio of the kids? that is gonna help make things a lot more scary.

have the devs said how many chapters this game is going to be?? i wonder how much more there is planned for this.

wanted to make a 'would you rather be stuck in the superstar daycare (fnaf) or playcare (ppt)' but like. objectively superstar daycare is better. fazbear ent is not intentionally trying to murder children like, as a whole, they just keep having rabbit-dressed people kill people in their establishment. playtime co is actively and intentionally murdering people as a whole.

unfortunately, i gotta say, ppt is starting to fall into the batim... 'this building could not possibly be this big'. it reminds me of portal in a way, and I've never questioned how big the aperture building was, but thats because its Comedic. I am having trouble suspending my disbelief on playtime co being able to make this much underground factory without the world knowing that they HAVE that large space, even if not whats down there. batim escaped this by being semi-reality, and aperture is. comedic. but ppt has yet to justify itself to my brain. small thing though, unimportant.

oh kissy and poppy time! hi!

oh, player got tortured? interesting. mommy long legs also said player worked there, though. interesting.

(GASP) THE MIMIC PROTOTYPE!!

he trapped poppy in the case? also wow, 'god awful'. I was caught off guard by that. just didn't think she'd use that. phrase?

oh hey! huggy confirmed dead! rip huggy boy.

ollie why do you speak like dora explaining what us kids at home should do. who are you. what are you.

'why does catnap avoid the school?' because it used to be a kid. I would avoid it too.

hm. okay well dawko's title sorta spoils the name of the shadow lady from the trailer. but okay. oh wait no its brought up in the game like two minutes in. fair enough.

ohh she knows us too and also confirms player used to work there. is miss delight like. an actual person???

Ah. wanting to murder all of the children. Well, hello Mrs Afton, I guess.

oh nope she is a toy. i think? she has a cut out. probably a toy. oh. yep thats a toy. has a lights on lights off weeping angel mechanic too. neat. not that scary to me, though. partially because i cant get a good look at her dang design. partially because she's so brightly colored. sorry girl the bright blonde hair is not helping your fear factor. dawko disagrees with this opinion evidently lol.

oh oof she keeps clipping through a closed door. with her mechanic, in such a tight space, doesn't seem fair. rip dawko.

why does she have that moon laugh.sfx i know, unfair comparison, but it just sounds so much like moon's laugh but. female voice actor.

dawko brings up lack of checkpoints, and that paired with the clipping through closed gate thing makes me thing the devs thought this segment was a lot easier than it seems to actually be. partially because of that clipping bug, probably.

end of liveblogging part 1

[koopalings4life]

The Aftons are stupid

Hello, and welcome to my essay on why certain people in FNaF are stupid. Part 1: The Aftons.

William: Ah yes, let’s start with the most obvious one. Inhale. YOU DESIGNED SPRINGBONNIE! Surely, even in a moment of panic, you knew that it was extremely unsafe after sitting there and rusting for years! What did you think would happen?! And what the hell were you thinking going BACK to the pizzeria?! Y’know, the place where everything wanted to eat your soul for breakfast?! And WHY did you design Fredbear with jaws strong enough to break a child’s skull? And why even let Elizabeth into CBPW if Circus Baby was a clear threat and you knew she was 8 years old and an idiot? Why not wait until AFTER you caught a child in her? A lot of this game happened because of YOUR idiocy! You’re an engineer, William! How are you this stupid?!

Michael: WHY PUT CRYING CHILD IN FREDBEAR’S MOUTH?! The whole point was to scare him, not put him in actual danger! Surely you could see the robotic parts and wires in there, and if nothing else, damn, a robot will probably have pretty strong jaws! Y’know, cuz it’s a ROBOT! Why let yourself be scooped? Just destroy the animatronics and get the hell out of there! It’s not hard! Set fire to the place or something, you’re good at that! And if you’re ‘Mike Schmidt’, then why go the first pizzeria? The pay was terrible and after Night 1 you would KNOW that everyone there wanted to kill you and had already killed other people BEFORE you! THINK, MICHAEL! THINK!

Elizabeth: Why did you not listen to your father? He had given you ONE instruction, and you specifically ignored it! There were plenty of other things you could do, but NOOO! You wanted to do the one thing you weren’t supposed to and look where it got you! Also, why even scoop Michael? Just make Ennard and escape using the elevator! Surely, one of you knows how to use an elevator?! Did NOBODY take into account that bodies rot?! This was your plan, Elizabeth! And, seriously, you could have just cut off Molten Freddy’s head with your claw and then they wouldn’t be able to bother you, same with Lefty or even Michael if you weren’t stupid and went after him sometime other than the standard 12-6. Clearly you have free will by this point! I know you’re 8 and all, but GOD, you’re stupid!

Crying Child/Chris/Evan: What the HELL were you thinking with the Nightmares?! JUST SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON, DUDE! OR BLOCK THE DOORS WITH FURNITURE OR SOMETHING! There was no need to keep using a flashlight with some of the worst power usage I’ve ever seen, even for the 80s! And I know you’re scared and all, but why not just tell either of your parents (who were almost certainly present) at the party that Michael was bullying you? Or that you didn’t want to go here in the first place? Or could they please have a human inside Fredbear because the robot scares you and it’s your birthday! Hell, you could have asked HENRY that! Or better yet, just bite Michael and his friends or something! Even pretend to be sick if you were so scared! In the few minutes of screen time you had, you were a bloody idiot!

Mrs Afton/Clara: I don’t know anything about you really, but I do know that you were absent as fuck. Why were YOU never with the kids? Why was it always William? And if you were Ballora, for Christ’s Sake, you’re an adult! Couldn’t YOU have told them to take the elevator or even just tried to think of another plan? And you let your own daughter be kicked out of Ennard where she could acquire a much more dangerous suit and NONE OF YOU COULD KEEP AN EYE ON HER! For the love of all that is holy, learn to parent! If you actually DID something, a lot of this could could have been avoided, but NO! You were as useful as a chocolate teapot when you could have actually helped!

Next time on Why Certain People in FnaF are stupid: The Animatronics (Originals, Nightmares and Funtimes). Stay tuned and tell us your opinions!

[yubiina]

Teacher’s pet (2)

!! MINORS DNI !!

" If I pass this quiz will you give me your babies? "

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Pairing: Professor! William Afton x fem! reader.

Genre: NSFW

Tw: smut, creampie, age gap, dirty talk, oral (giving)dom x sub, belly buldge.

Summary: Mr.Aftom just wants to make sure you stay at the top of your class, you're his best student after all

Author’s note: oh my god. I’ve kind of always wanted to leave Teacher’s pet as a part 1 but seeing people say they want more sparked this idea in my head. This is the 2nd and final part of this, so i hope u all enjoy this as much as u did the first one!

PT 1 here

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The new changes of your school due to the pandemic didn’t seem to effect you as much as you thought they would’ve.

Although your classmates seemed more exicted and relieved that they get to stay home, not having to wake up early stay seated with their backs bent over a desk all day, some were upset that they couldn’t go out and meet their friends.

For you, everything seemed the same except that you stayed home all day, countinuing to slave away to school work with your head in the books and stare at your computer during long lessons while your phone buzzed every min with messages of you class’s group chat secretly texting each other.

There was nothing about this school you really missed.

“ it took him like half an hour to enter the class”

“ Faye give him a break he’s like 70″

Your friend’s voices rung through the phone while u kept focus on the papers in front of you, occasionally listening in.

“ Y\N are u even listening? You’d think since we can’t see each other she’d wanna call and listen more”

“ right”

Sighting you collected you work organized your desk before grabbing another stack of papers of more work.

“ I’ve just been busy and bored, plus you guys are boring” The corners of your lips lifted upon hearing Diane gasp at your remark while Faye threw a string of incoherent insults at you.

Yes, your friends were nice and were pretty much the only thing that helped make uni a bit more bearable, but no, there was nothing you really missed as much,nothing as much as him.

Ever since you had to stop seeing mr. Afton, it had given u time to think about how bad it was to be in the relationship that you were in with him. How dangerous it was, how much in trouble you could both get if u were ever caught, which the both of you seemed to know that would be likley.

That’s when guilt began , u felt guilty that u slept with a man who’s still in the process of a divorce, the father of you aquaintance from the parallel class. You couldn’t look Michael in the eye for longer than 5 sec anytime you guys happened to talk, which wasn’t very often but enough for you to feel worse anytime you saw him.

And you felt guilty at the growing need for him, after all, who was going to take care of the growing heat between your legs that you couldn’t seem to satisfy every night once everyone was asleep. With the growing school work and your nagging parents, you couldn’t let your frustrations out anywhere.

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It was as if God himself had heard you. As if he had heard your worries and taken them as prayers. As if what stood in front of you was just a mirage, a trick your brain was playing on you, anything but him.

But yet he still stood there, tall and confident at the front enterance of you door as your mother conversed with him after she had called you downstairs to meet a ‘guest’, but you only stood at the edge of the staircase frozen, while you mother laughed at his words.

His eyes traveled up to your form making you  unconsciously held your breath, the sickly smile never leaving his lips and his eyes locked with yours, as if he had tuned out whatever your mother was saying.

“Oh dear, mr.Afton and i were just talking about you” your mother’s attention brought you back to reality as you turned to her, his unmoving stare burning holes into the side of your face.

“ what?”

“Ever since your school had to change to an online cheduale we recived a call from Mr. Afton who expressed worry for your education, he said he wanted to make sure you learn well and still stay at the top of your class”

Your eyes widen, his undevided attention making u feel smaller and smaller by the second, trapped.

“ He said that online learning isn't as sufficent as wthat of what you used to do before, a lot of good students have been doing poorly, so he reached out and said he’d gladly come and teach you himself. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Your mother smiled, she seemed happy anf you’d be lying if u werent slightly relived that now that he’s here she wouldn’t be bothering you about not studying enough, yet you had doubts that that’s not what he was here for.

“ That’s true” Mr. Afton adds.

“ Very well, Y\N show him your room will you? I’ll prepare refreshments”

 Your mother walks past you into the kitchen leaving you with him as he slowly aproches you, his smile not once wavring since when you laid eyes on him.

“Right” you swallow

“ lead the way dear” his velvet voice caresses your ears, bringing memories you only unlock once alone and lonley.

You walked back upstairs with him trailing behind you, the click of his footsteps making you grow more anxious as you placed a hand on thr cold metal door handle and push it open to enter, unable to turn to him once he walks in and stops behind you, the silence and his lack of movment making you aware of your loud heartbeat that beat through your ears.

Then you heard it, a click

You already knew what that meant, you knew that sound better than your name, what it meant when Mr. Afton locks a door. In his mind he’s got you exactly when he wants, like a bird trapped in a cage.

“ now then dear”

 You could pracitcally hear the smile as he talked, it falshes before you like it first did when you first saw him. Slowly you turn your head back, your wide eyse meeting his dark ones.

He only smiles down at you, sarcastically kind. The dark thoughts brewing in his mind has his hands twitch and he slolwy takes off his leather glove, catching your attention as your eyes trail his fingers skim trhough the material before looking back up to his now narrowed eyes.

“ Let’s begin our lesson, shall we?”

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“Where’s she?”

“Upstairs studying” Ypur mother calls back from the kitchen

“It’s a good thing Mr.Afton willingly decided to tutor her during these time don’t you think? I don’t think i could’ve taken it any longer to see her just do online lessons, he’s a good teacher” Your mother says as she fixes the tray in the kitchen

“He refused payment too”

Your father’s surpised gaze catches your mother’s eyes before he stops her from going upstairs

“ leave them, she must be focused for the upcoming exams and he’s here to do his job”

Your mother looks back at him before noding and placing the tray back in place.

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Sweat dripped down your forehead as you bit down hard on his dress shirt, the smell of his cologne on it drowns your senses, making you head spin.

You attempt to wince, feeling your back slightly ache at the aftermath of him slamming it against the wall and keeping you pressed against the door as he raises your raised leg higher to your chest and rubbing slow, teasful circiles on your thighs while the other hand rubbed your pantie clothed crotch, your flimsy cotton shorts put aside.

He hushes you, hot breath hitting you ear and you only shut your eyes tight in embarresment and heat, your hips slowly bucking on their own against his hand, flinching when you feel his lips travel from your ear to jaw then neck feeling him smile against your skin

“Where’ve you been, hm?” his soft tone yet threatning demanour sending a violent shiver down your spine as you attempt to speak but it only comes off as a quiet whimper.

Pulling his head back, his eyes travel from te marks he’s left on your skin to your face, drinking it your state. Pupil’s dialeted and lips red and puffy from earlier abuse as u clench the cloth trhough your teeth, hands shaking.

“You’ve been hiding from me?” He casually says and you wonder how he’s so composed for someone who salmmed you against the door like a feral man. He only moves you panties to the side and the cold air hits your cunt.

“Hiding this from me?” he looks back up at you if expecting an answer and you yelp when you feel a sudden slap on your pussy before he soothes the skin.

"I just- I didn't want to continue this" you manage to speak before interrupting yourself when his hand twirls a piece of your lock between his slender fingers, his eyes inspecting your face like you'd just told him the most interesting thing

" it's just wrong-" you begin again before he hushes you, pressing his body harder against yours causing more friction.

"oh no no no, I don't think it's that" his hand grabs your jaw, gently lifting your face to fully meet his.

"I think-"

he begins, his hand travels fr your jaw to your bra, cupping the underside gently before reaching to unclip it, your tits spring free as he continues to caress

"that u feel guilty-"

he continues, fingertips lingering from your ribcage to your abdomen as your body grew more and more excited.

"because you like it."

His fingers slide in between your folds down to his knuckles, making you let out a long whine, ur body tensing at the sudden intrusion while he only chuckled at your reaction.

" You know it's bad, that you're fucking an only recently divorced man who's son you know, and you like it"

"And you know that's not what good girls are supposed to do, right dear?"

his fingers curl and ur hips buck, and even though it looks like you've tuned him out, too far from reality, he continues.

"But it's ok bunny"

He chuckles, not once tearing his eyes off your drunk state, like he wanted to have this moment engraved in his mind.

You feel him pull his fingers out deep from your folds and u wrap your legs around his hips to bring him closer in protest, but with a tight grip on your waist he turns you around and throws u on the bed, with your body colliding with the soft mattress you gasp.

Yet before u can react and look towards him, he's already bend over above u like a predator ready to hunt it's prey, caging your sides with his arms

"you're still my good girl"

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And that's how you ended up here, your head dangling off the edge of the bed with his twitching cock in your drooling mouth as his hips snapped faster than the last time, his hands toying with your clit dripping its ecstasy on the white sheets and your hands grabbing and scratching his thighs to bring him closer.

Something about how your eyes teared up whenever u tried to take more of him, pushing him closer even though you clearly struggled while he watched the outline of his cock in your throat never failed make him go feral, leave him hungrier for more than the last time he started.

And it took everything in him to try and not to cum in your mouth, watch your lips, red and swollen from previous acts, shut to swallow his load, cheeks flushed and pupils dialeted and hear your hoarse voice moan and whimper.

And just when he was about to pull away you snaked your hands around his thighs and pushed him closer, surprised he looked down as you began to suck harder.

That's all it took to push him over the edge and he threw his head over, a low moan ripping from his chest as you continued to suck him dry, the vibratos of your moans quickly making him overstimulated making him pull out.

He looks down as you swallow, finally feeling like you could breathe again, your fluttering eyes dart up when you feel his hand on mouth as he gently wipes the corner of your lips. You only smile up at him with hazy eyes.

" I knew you were good before, but this is a discovery"

" only you'd know, William"

Oh you were bold, you don't know if it was him throat- fucking you dumb or if he unleashed unknown sides of you, you didn't even know you had.

Flipping you on your stomach your felt him press his much bigger body against yours, almost covering yours, your head falls back on his shoulders, the need to press closer to his hot skin makes you whine and you lift your butt higher against his crotch in anticipation, making him chuckle.

His hands softly caress your sides, going from your arms, to your hips and inner thighs, the flushed head of his cock right near your enterance, only connected by a string of your wetness and precum.

He pushes the fat head in, immediately stretching you out your walls making your let out a long moan at the sudden stretch your walls.

He pushes you forward further, pressing your flush against the bed before he pulls out immediately and slams back in you, directly hitting your g-spot making you scream in pleasure and eyes roll back.

But he gave you not time to recover as he immediately set a brute pace, repeatedly slamming back and forth, shamlessley moaning and groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him in a deathly grip.

" fuck!" He curses, suddenly pulling out and flipping your on your back before grabbing both of your legs from behind your knees, lifting them up and slamming his cock back in, your eyes widen and you scream again.

"oh fuck fuck fuck!?" You moan, trying to tell Mr.Afton to slow down but with each thrust the wind is knocked out of your lungs.

"Fuck, I did this for you, you know" he says, your eyebrows furrow at his expression, eyes glued to your abdomen, watching the buldge on your stomach become more and more prominent.

He give your cunt a 2nd light slap, making your nerves jump and you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing.

" I got a divorce just for this little cunt you know, nothing feels the same as you" he moans out the end of his sentences.

You eyes widen and you lift your head up to his direction. He lets out a low laugh, pushing his body further on the bed in a squat, skin slapping harder against yours.

"how the fuck am I supposed to feel good after you, huh?"

Your lower body wasn't even in contact with the bed anymore, he grabbed your ass pushing you harder than on him, feeling familiar bundle of nerves forming you lock your legs around him, cries getting louder and louder each thrust.

If you were worried your parents would've heard you then, you were terrified now.

But your mind was too hazy to care, drunk at the sight Mr.Afton was giving your right now, his skin glistening from sweat, the veins on his hands becoming more and more prominent as he carried your entire lower body, slamming it against his.

Then it snaps, your orgasm hits you like a powerful wave, making you shiver from head to toe, your bring him down with you, chest flushed against his, nails scratching his back and legs tightening around him like a vice as he cums right after you, both of you moaning at the same time.

You stay like that for a few min, both panting like you had ran a marathon, legs shaking and hands kneeding his shoulders.

You watch him slowly pull away from your flushed cunt and you groan at the overstimulation, drops of his cum dripping to the floor.

He looks down at you, eyes taking in all the abuse on your skin, lips and cunt.

While you finally come to your senses, worry starts to pool in your mind, afraid somebody heard or walked in, you couldn't imagine what your parents would think if they even suspected that anything else other than studying was going on.

Noticing your worry, he sighs grabs your underwear, putting them around your ankles making you lift your hips up to put them on properly and he wipes your bruised lips again.

" don't worry your pretty head darling, didn't fuck you dumb for nothing"

Embarrassment swallows and you close your eyes, shoving your head between the sheets, diving further when you hear him laugh at your reaction.

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" Thought you'd like coffee Mr. Afton"

your mother places the cup down from the tray of drinks and sandwiches.

" I enjoy it Ms.(L/N) thank you"

" how is Y/N doing?" You give your mother a silent side eye but continue to write.

" amazing as always Ms.L/N" he says I'm a cheerful manner, giving your mother a reassuring smile.

Your mother smiles and nods before closing the door with the empty tray in her hands. She sighs as she walks down the stairs, satisfied and relieved that her daughter seemed to be doing well, even better since Mr.Afton started to personally tutor you in your home

If only she had seen what was going on under the table.

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i dont know every single piece of the lore so sorry if i get something wrong lmao

i might make a part 2 out of this, depending on how its received,,

also i haven't written in a while, this is kinda my ease back into writing fic, so sorry if this is bad or if you catch any errors

pairing: michael afton x male reader x william afton

warnings: smut, non-con, homophobia, reader and michael are both 18

dont like this kinda stuff dont read it lmao, keep your negative comments to yourself.

tick. tick.

tick.

you pulled your pillow over your face and shifted onto your side. why couldn't you sleep? you had such an exhausting day yet your eyes felt too heavy to let you rest. you could still feel the cool hardness of the floor under you, probably doing some damage to your spine. the blanket separating you from it was doing a horrible job at keeping you comfortable.

and that damn clock. how could michael fall asleep without it driving him crazy?

you should've accepted his offer to sleep on the bed next to him. it wasn't weird, you two were best friends after all. girls do it all the time, why would it be weird if you guys did it too?

you shifted again, frustration bubbling in your stomach. michael was a heavy sleeper, you could easily sneak onto the bed and finally get some rest without him even realizing you were there. but what if he woke up before you and thought you were creepy for doing that? no, he was the one who made the offer in the first place.

the fucking clock wouldn't stop.

as quietly as you could, you rose from the pathetic makeshift bed under you and made your way around michael's sleeping form. the soft light that seeped through the gaps of his door was resting on his face.

you desperately tried to fight against the nervousness ravaging your body as you climbed onto the soft bed. when you saw he didn't move, you let your body fully sink into it.

god, you should've done this sooner.

you turned so you were facing away from him and closed your eyes, ready for the darkness to take you.

your eyes shot back open but your body completely froze as you felt an arm wrap around you.

heart racing, you let michael pull your body back until you were flush against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest on your back.

what the fuck was he doing?

you shut your eyes again. he had to be sleeping, there was no way he'd do this consciously. yeah, everything was fine. maybe he was just dreaming about a girl or something.

slowly, you let the tension dissolve from your body. his embrace was so warm and comforting, you found yourself pressing further into it.

it was nice, being held like this. especially by him.

your mind gave you no time to fight back against that thought as it finally shut down to rest.

--

were you flying?

no. whose arms were these? they were so cold. uncaring. they swung your body around like you were nothing.

a bed. you were being placed onto a bed. weren't you just on a bed?

what was going on?

"michael?" your voice was small and met with silence as your eyes finally cracked open. there was a man above you. he resembled michael a little too much.

the realization hit you like a train.

"mr. afton? whats going on?" you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes but your hands couldn't move.

he was holding your wrists above your head. his other hand was under your shirt, sliding along your abdomen.

"mr. afton, what are you doing?" panic was rising into your throat, making your words sound horribly weak.

his face was set in a glare as he watched his hand roam your torso. "i can't let you turn my son into a fucking queer." his grip on your wrists tightened. "walking in here looking like that. are you trying to deceive him with that pretty little face? are you trying to provoke me?"

you could feel tears begin to sting your eyes. this could not be happening.

"wh-what are you saying? i'm not trying to do anything, i'm only his f-friend, i'm not-" your voice gave out as you felt his hand reach the top of your pajama pants.

william laughed. "don't bother with your lies. keep quiet and be still or i'll make sure you never see michael again." you didn't have time to figure out what his threat meant before he pulled your bottoms down with one tug. you shut your eyes, not wanting to see his face as his fingers dragged along your underwear, right over your cock. you shivered as he pet it absent-mindedly, feeling the first stream of tears rush down your face. his touch was repulsive.

"what's wrong, doll? don't act like you don't want this, i saw the way you looked at me earlier at dinner." you erupted into violent sobs as he pulled off your underwear. he didn't bother trying to soothe you, instead gripping your cock in his fist and pumping it to life.

"stop it, please."

your body reacted naturally, betraying you as you stiffened in his hold. "come on, open your eyes." his voice made you feel sick.

"just pretend i'm michael, alright?"

your eyes shot open in pure disbelief, and a surge of indescribable rage consumed your body.

he was obviously caught off guard at your instant reaction, and you managed to wrench your wrists from his hold because of it. you scrambled off the bed and made contact with the floor, your body buzzing with adrenaline. you just had to reach the door, you were almost away from him. you stumbled your way towards it.

hands grabbed your waist and dragged you backward just as your hand made contact with the doorknob. your scream was muffled by william's hand, and he bent you over the bed violently.

"i'm done being patient with you. be quiet and fucking still or i'll tell michael how much of a whore you are, coming onto his father like this." one of his hands pulled your wrists behind you and the other moved away from your mouth to remove his belt. "he'll never believe you, you know that right? he'd believe his father over a replaceable pretty face in a heartbeat."

you didn't reply, letting tears streak down your face and choking back a sob as you felt his tip kiss your hole. the way he leaned over you was unbearable, but worst of all, you heard hints of michael's voice in his.

the thought threatened to rip an agonized scream from your throat.

you clawed at the bedsheets as you felt william push past your entrance. it burned horribly, despite the spit he tried to use to ease into you more smoothly.

you could hear william panting above you, muttering about how tight you were and how excited he was to use you. his voice faded in and out of your recognition, your mind trying to rip you away from your horrible reality and replacing it with images of michael. his smile, the flattering way he parted his hair, the warmth of his embrace. just him, and his voice telling you everything was going to be okay.

the illusion was shattered as william thrusted into you, and you pressed your face into the bed to muffle your yell.

how could a person so kind be offspring of the monstrosity above you.

"you feel... feel so amazing. who knew a boy's insides could be this soft. this warm." he could barely get the words out between his thrusts, and you wanted to vomit.

he was plunging into you and at a speed that made the room spin, and you tried your best to fight back the sparks of pleasure that went straight to your dick. the hand that wasn't still tight around your wrists was digging into your hip, pulling your body onto his cock with each of his thrusts.

you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a few breathy moans, the way he was filling you becoming too much to handle. he wasn't doing much to contain his, after all, so you hoped he wouldn't notice.

he did of course, but he was too focused on the way you squeezed his cock to acknowledge them.

"i might have to keep you around, doll, i don't think i'll be able to get off again without you."

his hand released your hip to push your back onto his chest, allowing him to practically impale you with his dick. the new angle gave him direct access to your prostate, and only a few more thrusts made pure pleasure erupt from your cock and travel through your body. you shook in william's hold, your hands grasping onto the arm pressing you to him for some kind of support.

william fucked you through your high, groaning into your neck when your hole clenched even tighter around him and coaxed the cum from his cock. it shot up into your insides, and you couldn't help but lean into its warmth. the only warmth you felt since you left michael.

william kept you pressed against him, letting his cock soften inside of you until he felt your breathing slow.

"clean up and go back to sleep. i expect to see you here more often." he pressed a kiss to your jaw and pulled out of you, letting your body slide off the bed onto the floor.

--

you quietly opened the door to michael's bedroom and shut it behind you. he still seemed to be sleeping, his arms outstretched as if reaching for where you were sleeping next to him.

you heard him wake with a sigh as you settled onto the bed next to him.

"where did you go?" he asked, pulling you into the same position you two were before.

"bathroom." you replied gently, running your fingers along the rough skin of his hands.

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catching william afton in the act

warnings: the act is murder so: murder. mature and dark themes. It's fnaf.

notes: I wrote this too quickly, just a little something something. Bros tryna get back into writing for this blog lol.

"Y/n." A man's voice interrupted your cleaning of a table. Some little shit had gotten a slush all over it and luminous blue chunks avoided your cloth with some determination. Looking over, you see the face of your boss, Mr Emily.

"You mind going into the back stores and getting another hook for the damned fox?" You start nodding. It was the second time today you'd have to replace that, honest to God it was getting mental. "I don't know what they're doing to it, it's fucki-" He goes silent, shaking his head, before patting your arm in thanks, accompanying it with a sweet smile.

Let's be honest, you did mind this task. The back stores were miles away from the main floor where you were cleaning now. Miles away and creepy as all Hell. Greasy metal walls pretty much sound-proofed it and sometimes the bolts would deadlock, leaving you stuck in there, fumbling in the dark for the alarm.

Past images of you sitting on the floor surrounded by the half-dismembered animal suits, flooded your brain; they didn't scare you though, just pissed you off beyond all belief. You'd waited 25 minutes with only your phone touch for Mr Afton to get off his arse to let you out, your grievance greeted with him laughing and telling you he was going to take it off your clock.

Anyhow, you walked to the back stores thinking about what you could wedge to keep them doors open, your mind tickled by the thought of that slush being a stain on the carpet by now. It didn't take that long, though, and you grab your badge on your lanyard to swipe against the scanner thing.

Approval flashed green on the screen and you opened the door.

The sight before you was horrifying. Snatching all sense from you, filling your veins with the icy blockages of fear. The first thing you could comprehend was the blood. There was so much blood. Burgundy pools of it seeping slowly across the concrete floor towards your frame in the door.

Following it, you see a crouched figure in the middle of the room. A slumped stance you knew only too well: Mr Afton. Your mind burned with the thought that maybe he'd hurt himself, stuttering over the same thought again and again like a glitch, only to notice the legs peeking out from behind his frame. They were... short.

Your hand reaches automatically to your mouth to stifle the gasp torn from you at the realisation. Your whole form flinching as the unmistakable sound of a metal object being placed heavily beside the corpse. Looking to the left of the man to see a knife drenched in blood just below his shaking fingertips.

It kicked in, then. The adrenaline. The desperate, clasping, clawing need to survive. You step back slowly, careful to be silent so the monster in front of you doesn't hear anything. God knows what would happen if he saw you. Stepping back again, you grasp the door, slowly pulling it shut. Completely inaudible... until the knowing click of the shutting.

From inside, the man's head turned instantly, a wolf hearing the snapping of a twig. Someone was outside. And not only that they had opened the door and seen him. Here. Like this. An inconvenience to say the least.

He stood quickly, plotting how long it would take someone to run through the corridors, concluding that he could catch them. He had the sheer determination. Catching this person was his freedom. His LIFE. Didn't cross his mind for a second that it was yours, too.

You escaped. Tearing through the building and outside.You knew you wouldn't - no, couldn't stop til you got home and away. The fear didn't subside for a moment. But you tried to comfort yourself with the thought that although you'd been detected, you were still undiscovered. He knew someone saw him, but not that it was you. You made it. You survived. Now, what could you do? The police... that poor child...

He'd grabbed the door handle, breathing heavy, ready to give chase. But it didn't budge an inch.

The deadlock. The fucking deadlo- He nearly laughed. What were the chances? The amusement was fleeting, and the killer struck the metal door with such fury it made you flinch from halfway down the corridor.

No, you couldn't go to the police. He'd know it was you. Henry would tell him he'd sent you there. And he knew where you lived. It was rough and all. No one would help you here, no family either. It was your life in the balance. And you reached the devastating conclusion that you were scared into silence. Resolute that your words would change nothing. The deed was done.

For a while, he waited for your move. Expecting coppers on the door any day, so sure they'd be after him, but comfortable in the knowledge that he'd disposed of everything. What's a crime without a corpse?

You were a fool for that. But also because the corridor outside the stores had cameras. And a quick review of the footage showed Afton the scampering frame of one of his employees.

How the terror became you. Such wide eyes, so wide he took notice even through the pixelated video. You were quite the beautiful little thing like that.

It didn't pass him by that seeing you scared and thinking it stunning was wrong. But it was all wrong already anyway. So he indulged it.

The police did come eventually, but only to ask about a missing child. Not a murdered one. Then it hit him: you'd kept quiet. How utterly delightful. Why you had was a mystery to him, but it burned him with curiosity. And he was eager to pry that answer out of you. After all, you looked so sweet and scared.

However, you didn't show up to work that week. Or the week after. Not that he blamed you, you were certainly rattled and with good reason. Though he was growing more sure that he wouldn't hurt you... not that much. Not unless he had to.

He grew tired of waiting.

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The knock at your door was unexpected, you hadn't left the house for a fortnight. Trapped behind a waterfall of fear.

You opened it on the latch and quickly attempted to shut it at the crushing sight before you. Fear was deep set in your bones, making your hands shake, and your knees go weak in your attempt at shutting this monster out.

"Come on." He mocked, his foot firmly lodged between the door and frame, stopping you in your tracks. "Let me in, sweetheart." It was so sweetly said, but one look at his blown pupils was like looking into Medusa's eyes.

"Please, Mr Afton... I don't..." You started begging through the door, stepping back in terror, thoughts running in circles of how you could get away. Windows? Doors? No. Could you hide? The bed? The cupboards?

Whilst you begged gibberish, lost in the thought of getting him away, a blade caught the light as it peered round the door. Hooking under the latch and slowly jigging it along until it clinked its defeat, shortly followed by a sob from you.

As he stepped through, pressing the door shut behind him and slowly locking it too, you dropped to your knees involuntarily. It was like your body admitted defeat even though you were flooded by fight or flight, leaving you a sobbing, shivering mess. Unintelligible words leaving your lips without your acknowledgement.

"Easy now. Why on earth are you on the floor?" He spoke interspersed with chuckles, finding you heart-wrenchingly pathetic.

"Please, Mr Afton. Don't... I won't- I won't..." Your words were lost when he placed his hand under your chin. Pulling your gaze up to his terrifying form looking down at you.

"You won't what, sweetheart?" Oh how he enjoyed the quivering of your breathing against his thumb. It was beginning to dawn on this man how intertwined fear and arousal really were.

He prompted your response again by humming. And you inhale heavily before trying to articulate your point.

"I won't tell anyone what- what I saw."

"Huh." He laughed, his grip under your chin becoming a little tighter. How sweet.

"Really." You gripped his arm in a sudden aching fit of begging. "I swear- please just let me- I've kept quiet until now. You can trust me."

"That is true... but is that enough?" By now his grip was so rough it was leaving bruises under your jaw. More tears were forced out of your eyes, pain blooming cruelly.

"I-I..." He cut you off, lifting a finger against your lips.

"Shush shush shush, now. I'm not going to do anything. I'll give you a chance..." He bent down slightly, his breath close to your skin. "Prove to me that I can trust you..."

Looking at him, your legs tense. "Wha- how?"

"Show me just how pretty you can be."