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It’s been a few weeks since fazbear entertainment hired you to be a part-time apprentice mechanic at fredbear’s family diner. The pay is good, you get free pizza, and you can work with the animatronics that you’ve loved since you were a teen. So it really is the perfect place for your first job.

Usually you repair and give maintenance to fredbear and security puppet, with Henry by your side most of the time to guide you. But you have a natural talent to it, so he’s never had to worry about you doing something wrong.

However, you have strictly prohibited to touch springbonnie, not unless William tells you to. And today is one of those days.

When you walked in, ready to start your shift, William told you to follow him to the parts & services room, only to find springbonnie on the ground, not in good conditions. You’re not sure what happened to him, but his right ear flopped to the front, his bow fell, and his jaw got stuck.

Also some weird stains appeared on his yellow fur, but William just brushed it off, the suit was used at a party and the kids were a little rough with him, that’s all, nothing too serious.

You didn’t question his words, you’ve seen with your own eyes how careless and rude the kids are nowadays, so you immediately got to work, determined to get springbonnie back to normal.

Without realizing it, you spent hours on it, more than your shift is supposed to be. You fixed the screws, got some loose springlocks back to their place, and even cleaned the stains with peroxide because nothing else seemed to work. Those dark brown handprints definitely weren’t chocolate cake.

But you don’t mind at all, you’re just happy to do your job and get springbonnie to look much better. Once you finish, you set the animatronic mode and get him to stand up, but he can’t go outside just yet, his fur needs to dry, so you turn off the sound sensors and performance mode until tomorrow.

Now you need to go home, your parents must be wondering why you aren’t home for dinner, you’re never late. But first, you go to the employee’s bathroom to wash your hands. Whatever those stains were had a strong smell that’s been making you feel nauseous.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you have a gut feeling that something is not right. It’s like if your instinct told you that you shouldn’t have cleaned that.

“You did a pretty good job” William’s voice echoes in the empty hallway when you open the door and step out of the bathroom. “The suit looks fantastic, almost new”.

“Thank you” you answer with a smile, pleased to hear that he liked the way you worked with his beloved animatronic.

“Did you know that you’re my favorite employee?” he asks, out of the blue, but this time there’s something in his voice that you had never heard before.

“I didn’t knew that, but i appreciate it, sir” you say, more shy than ever, nervously playing with you hands.

Most of your coworkers complain about Mr. Afton being a complete asshole, but you don’t thinks so, he’s been really kind to you since your first day, so you don’t think much of it when you see him there, under the dim light of the hallway, smiling at you.

“Well, you see, i’m thinking about giving you a raise and a full time shift” he says, taking a few steps closer to you until his imposing tall figure is all you can see. “I can even name you employee of the month… but first i need to know what you’re willing to do for me.”

Those last words don’t sit right to you. You know perfectly that he’s not talking about your job anymore, his sexual intentions are more than evident. And you don’t know how to act, or what to say, you can just feel your heart pounding faster inside your chest.

“What do you mean?” you play innocent, praying for it to just be a misunderstanding.

“You know exactly what i mean” William tilts his head to the side and uses the tip of his finger to put a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock, or you can just spread those pretty legs and let me fuck you. The choice is yours.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You never thought he would be so direct, and so damn perverted, his facade of successful businessman worked so well that you never expected those words to come out of his mouth. And the man that you once admired, now makes you feel disgusted.

“N-No, sorry, i-i don’t want to do that and i don’t need the raise” you stumble over your own words, taking a few steps back until your back touches the wall.

That’s it, that little touch reminds you that you’re trapped. It’s a dead end hallway, the only two doors there lead to the bathroom and parts & services, you can’t escape from any of those, but you can still try to make a run past him.

Anything is better than to stay there, with an old man whose intentions are purely repulsive. So before anything else happens, you sprint, trying to run as fast as you can.

But it doesn’t last long, soon you can only feel how he tugs your jacket and your back slams against the purple wall again, but this time with enough force to make you yelp, almost taking all the air out of your lungs.

“A feisty little girl, aren’t you?” William chuckles, using his forearm to keep you in place, pressing it to your neck. “I asked nicely, but if you want to fight then we’re gonna fight, i don’t have a problem with using force, darling.”

“Let me go please” you plead, teary eyed, digging your nails onto his clothed arm.

You’re way too scared to try and scape again, you know there’s no chance of you winning against a man who is taller and a lot more stronger than you. He can easily do anything he wants to you, and you can’t stop him.

“Shhh, don’t cause a scene” he clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling all of your desperate sounds. “I’ll make you feel real good, i promise”.

You don’t want him to touch you, you don’t like him in the slightest, you just want to yell and run away, but now he has you trapped between the wall and his strong body. There’s nothing left for you to do, so you just close your eyes and accept your fatidic fate.

One of his large hands travels down your shirt, groping your tits, and then makes its way down to the waistband of your pants, quickly working on the button and zipper to pull them down your legs.

“You a little old to be wearing cotton panties with a little pink bow, don’t you think?” He mocks you, tugging them to the side, finally exposing your untouched pussy.

It feels so humiliating, and you try your best to squeeze your thighs together, but he still manages to get his hand between your legs, exploring your wet folds with the tip of his fingers.

He’s way too experienced, you can tell just by his precise movements and how quickly he finds your clit, starting to rub circles on it at a slow pace.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” William whispers to your ear, so close that his beard tickles your skin. “Just look at how your little body reacts to me, i know it’s the first time someone touches you like this”.

You hate it, you hate him, and you hate the way your natural instincts take over your whole being, causing you to open your legs just a little bit for him to have a better access and create more pleasurable friction.

Suddenly, he pushes two fingers inside, and your muffled whimpers get louder. It stings, the stretch is unfamiliar, and tears spill out of your eyes. You want nothing more than to push him away, but you can’t, you stay there against your will as he steals your innocence.

“You’re so tight and warm, i’d love to fuck you right now” he grunts, pressing his hard bulge against your hip, just for you to feel it. “But i think i’ll save that for another occasion”.

His movements get faster, abusing your little hole with his thick digits, soon finding a sweet spot that has you squirming and whining, and it feels as if you are about to pee all over his hand.

You’re close to an orgasm, really close, and William knows it, so he curls his fingers and pushes them deeper as his palm rubs your clit in a delicious way.

It’s overwhelming, you can’t take it anymore, so you let yourself get lost on the sudden waves of pleasure that invade every part of your body, almost going limp, so you cling to his arms as your shaky legs threaten to give up your own weight.

“If you say a single word about this, i’ll slit your throat like i did to those little bastards” he says, slowing down his movements inside your spasming pussy while you ride out the last bits of pleasure. “You understand?”

Your mind, fogged by lust, fear and guilt, makes you unable to fully understand the magnitude of his words, but you nod anyways, praying for him to get his dirty hands away from you and leave you alone.

“That’s it, good girl” you don’t see him, your eyes are still shut, but you can definitely picture the devilish smirk on his face.

What an asshole.

After that, William takes his hand off your mouth and slowly slides his fingers out of your wet hole, admiring how they’re covered in a mixture of your sweet juices and blood. But it’s over now, he’s letting you go, so you finally open your eyes and fix your clothes as fast as you can, just in time before Henry appears in the hallway carrying a box full of paper plates and checkered tablecloths.

If you wanted to, you could easily tell Henry what happened, but you don’t, you keep it all to yourself. It’s all so embarrassing, and you can just manage to clean your tears and force your shaky legs to move, walking past the two of them.

You don’t even grab your stuff in your locker or hear the way Henry calls out your name in a worried manner. You don’t care about anything, you only make your way out of the restaurant, desperate to breathe some fresh air and go home.

“What did you do to her, Will?” Henry asks, concerned about you, but William just shrugs his shoulders.

★ William is not a sub, he’s 100% a dom, but maybe if your beg enough and he’s in a good mood, he might let you take control during sex.

★ the first time you did it was a bit awkward, you tried your best and he just laughed, but soon you found some enjoyable dynamics for both of you.

★ he’s never gonna admit it, but he likes it when you tie his wrists to the bed frame and put your panties inside his mouth… even though he always ends up ripping the thin rope that you use to tie him up, and that’s exactly where your moment as a dom ends :( so you maybe you should buy a pair of resistent handcuffs.

★ sometimes when he comes home tired and you feel needy, he just lays in bed and lets you use him however you want, and if there’s something he likes then he begs for more, saying things like “yes darling, do that again please” or “fuck, you feel so good baby, keep going”.

★ you like to suck his cock while he’s working on paperwork or the animatronics, that way he’s busy and can’t push your head dow when you stop, so you just watch how he twitches on your hands and his hips buck forward, getting desperate witch each passing second. But you don’t continue, not until he finally pleads with a “let me cum, please, i need it”.

★ William has a blood kink for sure, so he’s gonna beg you to let him eat you out while you’re on your period. “Please baby, just a taste, it’s gonna help you with those awful cramps” he says, his mouth watering just at the thought of it, poor man! don’t leave him waiting! :(

It’s late, already past midnight, and there’s a heavy thunderstorm outside that seems endless, shaking the ground and windows with loud lightning strikes.

Usually, at this hour you are already asleep, cuddling with your husband, safe and happy under the warm covers of your bed. But tonight he hasn’t arrived home yet, and that makes you grow worried with each passing minute.

Almost an hour ago, Henry called you, he didn’t talk much but he managed to tell you that an accident had happened outside fredbear’s. He didn’t give you any details, but his voice sounded extremely sad and hurt, at the verge of tears. So that only fueled your anxiety. What if something bad happened to William? or both of them?

Even if you wanted, you can’t go to the restaurant, you have no car of your own and the heavy rain makes it almost impossible to go outside by yourself. There’s nothing you can do. So you decide to stay in the living room, sitting on the couch with a little blanket over you shoulders, just waiting for a call or anything that helps you to understand what’s going on.

Time passes agonizingly slow, and your mind keeps overthinking, imagining every worst escenario possible. You think that maybe you should turn up the tv, just to distract you for a little bit, but you don’t dare to do it, your eyes stay focused on the rain droplets running down the window.

That’s until you see some bright headlights making its way through the front yard.

Excited to see who it is, you take the blanket off and then run to take a better look outside. It’s dark, and the storm is still intense, but you quickly recognize William’s purple car and your heart finally feels at ease.

You rush to the door, throwing yourself at him the moment he steps inside, not even caring about his wet clothes. You’re just happy to have him at home and knowing that he’s fine and out of danger.

But something feels… off. You realize that a few seconds later, when he doesn’t hug you back or asks how your day was, like he always does. Maybe it’s just because he had a bad day? you still don’t know much about the accident at fredbear’s so that could be what got him in a bad mood.

Taking a step back, you immediately notice his bloody clothes. Something bad definitely happened. He got into a fight? Someone was injured? you have no idea, but the stains are very notorious even after the rain washed away most of it.

“Will? what happened?” you ask him, worried again, slowly looking up at his face, just to realize that his glasses are cracked.

“Nothing important” he answers, trying to brush it off, as if it meant nothing to be covered in blood that obviously isn’t his.

“But what about the blood?” you drag your fingers over the wet stains, wanting nothing more than to know exactly what caused them. However, he’s way too irritated to deal with your questions, so he just pushes your hand away. “Please tell me what happened at the restaurant, Henry called me a few hours ago and he-“

Before you can finish what you were saying, you feel an intense burning pain on your left cheek that forces you to look the other way. William just slapped you without hesitation. And even though he didn’t use all of his force, it’s enough to leave a mark and make you shut up.

“Don’t ask questions” he grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks. “Whatever i do at my job is none of your business, you understand?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?” his grip gets stronger, digging his fingers onto your soft skin.

“Yes sir” you answer, letting out a pained moan that brings him satisfaction. There’s something about your cute sounds that he can’t quite resist, and you know it, that’s why you let him treat you so roughly.

William grins at your correct reply, pleased by how compliant you get when he acts in such a violent manner.

“Get on your knees” he demands, removing his hand from your face.

And of course, you know better than to tell him no or ask what does he plan on doing to you. But you can imagine. It’s not the first time he comes home acting like this, completely different from the calm man that he usually is, getting some kind of sick thrill just by inflicting pain on you, whether it’d be physical or emotional.

So after all this years, you’ve learned to do whatever he tells you to, without complaints, letting him use you however he wants. You get on your knees, looking up at him with puppy eyes, praying for him to take it easy on you but at the same time craving the aggressiveness.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, just enough for him to quickly pull them down and free his hard cock, springing out in front of your face.

He doesn’t need to tell you what to do, you already know what he wants, so you grab his thick velvety cock, wrapping your fist around it. You start slowly, moving it up and down, feeling all of his prominent veins and the underside ridge.

But he’s not in the mood for teasing. A handjob does nothing to him, so he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your head to come closer, poking your lips with the pink tip of his cock, smudging precum all over them as if it was lipgloss.

You instinctively open your mouth, allowing him inside, taking inch by inch until he reaches the back of your throat. And he leaves it there for a few seconds, just watching as you gag and struggle to breathe.

But you don’t dare to try to push him away with your hands… do you? even less when he’s enjoying the way you choke on his cock, getting teary eyes while he grins in a sadistic manner that makes you sick to your stomach.

“See? you look much prettier when you put that little mouth of yours to better use” he mocks you, slowly dragging it out.

Once his tip is on your tongue, you try to catch your breath, but william doesn’t let you. He pushes his cock inside once again, this time thrusting at a quick pace, using you as nothing more than a fleshlight.

“I hate it when you talk” he continues his deranged ramble. “Even if you’re my wife, you’re just a whore who keeps my bed warm and my balls empty… don’t interfere in my business, you don’t belong there.”

Sure, his words hurt, but you can’t help the tingle between your legs. Your mind is a mess, a part of you wants him to stop and the other one wants him to keep going.

Maybe that’s why william married you, because you’re just as sick as him, and no other girl would stand his violent tendencies. Or maybe, just maybe, he did a good work at brainwashing you. You’ll never know.

“Fuck” he grunts, throwing his head back in pure pleasure, and you know that he’s not going to last longer.

His thrusts start to lose rhythm, his grip on you hair grows stronger, and if it wasn’t for his plaid shirt you’d see his scarred abdomen tensing to the core. However, the tears in your eyes make your vision blurry, so there’s not much for you to enjoy anyway.

Suddenly William reaches his orgasm, slamming his cock into your warm mouth, all the way to the base, spurting thick ropes of hot cum directly to your throat.

“This is your only purpose in life..” he says as he keeps your head in place, with your nose against his grayish pubes. “Being my personal cumdump.”

You can feel his cock twitching, milking himself dry to the last drop. And once he begins to soften, he finally pulls out, letting go of your hair just to immediately fix his pants again.

He doesn’t even ask if you’re ok, and you don’t really think he cares at all, so you stay there for a few seconds, using the back of your hand to clean your tears and the mess of cum and saliva running down your chin.

Now that the rush is over, you regret every second of it. You don’t know why you let him use you in such a rough way, that’s just gonna cause you to have a sore throat for days. And his mood remains the same, taking out all of his anger on you didn’t help to calm him down. It was a useless effort.

“Now go and make me something to eat” William tells you, clearly as an order, taking his belt out of the loops on his pants. “I’m so fucking hungry.”

Before you can say something, he just leaves you there on the ground, making his way through the hallway and then up the stairs. Probably he’s going to look for your step-son, Michael, but you already know that he’s not in his room, you heard him sneak out of the window a few hours ago.

hiii, before requesting, there’s some things that you need to read first!

characters i write for:

william afton

springtrap

topics i don’t write:

underage reader (in a sexual context)

scat (poop, puke)

professor x student / college au

drugs

cheating

anything else is fine, i’m ok with non-con, blood, piss, violence, incest, ddlg, etc. the nastier the better.

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depending on your request, you might get a drabble, headcanons or a long fic, and also it may take me days or weeks to write it. i know that no one likes to wait, but pls be patient, i’ll get there, i don’t delete requests unless it’s one of those topics that i mentioned here.

“i told you i’m busy” william groans as you hug him from the back, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder.

He’s not lying, he’s really been busy since the early morning, checking and arranging the piles of paperwork that were thrown all over his desk. Something that henry didn’t even bother on helping him with.

And you, well, you’ve just been watching him as he works on it, getting bored and also hungry as the hours passed. But you can’t go out, you know very well that he doesn’t let you roam around the restaurant on your own, so you try to convince him to take a break.

“Please, i wanna eat some pizza and then play on the arcade” you plead again with a high-pitched voice.

“We‘ll go once i’m done with this” he answers, not really caring about it, already way too used to your impatience and whims.

“Please daddy“.

When that last word comes out of your mouth, william freezes for a second, it’s the first time you call him something like that. You sound so innocent, and probably you are cause you have no idea just how quickly his bulge grew bigger.

“Alright” he grins, putting down the paper sheets that he has in his hands, not being able to keep telling you no after you just hit his soft spot. “Let’s go”.

Happy to finally get a break, you kiss his hairy jaw and then get off him, completely unaware of the effects that your words caused. You just think about finally eating some hot cheesy pizza and then playing a few rounds of fruity maze, trying to beat each other’s scores.