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Bunny Ears (Part 17) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

The ringing phone turned your peaceful sleep into a groan and soft 'thwump' as you rolled out of bed, swearing as you picked yourself up out of bed and padded through to your phone. Rubbing at your eyes as you took a moment to yawn before glancing at the clock on the wall that you'd finally gotten round to mounting. It wasn't too early you supposed, but you wanted to sleep in on one of your days off at least.

"Hello?"

You heard your name being chuckled through the phone, the gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine as you woke up a little more. Rubbing at your face as you tried to listen to the familiar voice.

"Good morning, bunny. It sounds like I woke you up." His own voice was deep in a way you hadn't heard before, making you smile as your finger twisted the phone cord idly whilst you talked, making an approving hum.

"You sound pretty tired yourself this morning, Will." Making him chuckle and you could faintly hear the rustle of cloth in the background as it took him a moment to answer.

"Well I did just wake up myself. I haven't even left my bed yet." Your cheeks flooding with heat at the image that flashed in your mind of William. Laid in bed and sprawled out, holding the phone to his ear and talking to you in his half-asleep voice. The thought made you wish you had a mobile so that you could say the same thing back to him. "I'm shirtless too, if that helps your little daydream." Practically hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I-I wasn't- I... You..." It was too early to have your boyfriend fluster you in such a way, hearing him chuckling as you stumbled over your words and hearing the rustle of cloth that you now assumed was his comforter being moved as he shifted in the bed. Wondering what colour it was. You could totally see him rocking black satin sheets somehow.

"Sorry bunny, I couldn't resist. You sound so adorable all sleepy and flustered like this. I'm now far more tempted to make these calls a regular thing." The thought made your knees weak and suddenly you were all to eager for the mornings if he followed through with it. Giggling as you bit your lip and tightened your grip on your phone cord.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Afton." Hearing his chuckle before he made a little noise that you tried to imagine was him stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards as if to confirm your theory. Wondering if he understood that he kept finding new ways to surprise you and make you even more smitten with him, if you had the same effect on him despite not being as experienced in the whole 'dating' thing.

"Oh I'd say worse if I wanted to do that, honey." A slight scratching sound making you think he'd run his hand over his beard, perhaps wiping the sleep from his face just like you were doing. "Anyway, I wanted to call and ask if you wanted to go out together today? Henry texted me last night that him and Sarah are going to a new mall that opened and apparently she's eager to spend some more 'girl time' together."

It was sweet to you that Henry's wife clearly thought to highly of you, your cheeks flushed and looking at the clock, nodding to yourself despite the fact that he couldn't see you. Freeing your hand from the cord and touching your hair, wondering if you should shower that morning before you went out and deciding that it was probably for the best.

"Sure, I'd love that William. Are you up for socialising today?" Teasing him as you heard a slight grunt and shifting cloth again, a low hum before he answered you in that deep gravel that made your knees weak and body ache.

"Got at least one thing to sort before I'm acceptable to be out in public, but I'll always make exceptions to 'no socialising' if I get to spend more time with you sweetheart." You giggled at his affectionate use of nicknames for you, wondering if he would only ever use your name if you were in trouble or in a professional setting. Chewing on your lip as he yawned down the phone, building the image of him in your mind during the call. "Oh, and I want to ask something."

"Sure Will, what is it?"

"Can you not wear my hoodie today? Not that I don't love seeing you in it, I just...have a present to give you and now seems like a good time. But it requires you to be jacketless." He explained, voice somewhat sheepish as you smiled into the phone. Raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out what it was that he was going to give you.

"You don't have to get me anything Will." Speaking softly and hearing him chuckle as he spoke again, speaking lowly as he stretched again on the other side.

"No, I know. But what else am I supposed to do with this money I've saved aside from treat you, my beautiful girlfriend?" Making you blush as you shrugged your shoulders and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Pay off your mortgage? Pay off your car? Spoil Vanessa rotten?" Hearing that chuckle become more awake as you talked, making you smile wider as you heard what sounded like him turning over in bed.

"Baby-girl, bunny, I own my own house and my own car. I already spoil her rotten, so what if I want to spoil the other girl in my life too?"

"Owning your own home and car is probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard." You joke, pulling your phone away from your ear as William laughed loudly into the landline, making you beam with pride that you'd made him laugh like that.

~~

Sarah and Henry had picked you up a few hours later, dressed in a black skirt and a baggy t-shirt from a metal band you'd forgotten you even purchased a few years ago. Deciding to apply a little lip-gloss and mascara, as well as some eyeliner like how Sarah had showed you, although yours wasn't perhaps as skilled as hers had been. The pack of used make-up wipes and the slightly red skin around your eyes from the what felt like hundreds of attempts attested to your practise however.

"You look like the kind of girl we would have tried to set Will up with in college." Sarah laughed when she saw you, making you blush as you'd climbed into the car.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Absolutely. He's going to faint when he sees you." Henry confirmed, grinning at you before heading out. The drive had been a little long, but when you finally arrived, you found yourself scanning the lot to try and spot William's car.

Walking just behind the couple as you all headed inside, scanning the bright banners that advertised the grand-opening and the sales going on inside because of it. Smiling as you saw Sarah practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of a bargain, Henry staring at his pager for a moment before waving his hand to get you to follow him. Sarah linking arms with you and letting him lead as Henry looked at the mall map and tried to figure out where to go, presumably from a text from William.

"He's in the food court, wanted to get coffee and some food before we spend hours in here." Henry laughed, making Sarah roll her eyes and scoff at the thought, looking around at how busy it was since it was the opening week of the mall.

"We're going to miss out on the best sales!"

"Babe, I love you, my darling wife, but they are aware that a lot of people would be coming so probably over-stocked a lot of the shops." He explained, looking at her with a gentle smile, receiving one back from his wife before he moved off.

It was pretty quick to spot William in the food court, sat at a table, one leg brought up to rest on his knee, leaning back into the chair did little to hide his tall stature and he was broader than most of the chairs were seemingly designed for. A purple bag sat on the floor besides him as he drummed his fingers idly against the metal table, expression a slight frown as he waited.

You couldn't help but blink and admire him in a lighter colour pair of jeans and another tight t-shirt, black with some design that had faded but you could recognise as some punk bank you'd vaguely heard of. He looked good. His glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reached up to adjust them, seemingly lost in his own little world and failing to notice your approach.

Grinning widely, you broke away from the group and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug as he grunted from the slight impact, his arms wrapping around you and one hand landing on your thigh just because of the fact he was sitting whilst you ran at him. Hearing laughter behind you, you assumed his expression was mildly confused. Taking a second to register who was holding onto him before he turned his head and let his stubble scratch across your cheek and planting a kiss along your neck. Pulling you tighter to him and his large hand pressing into your back and his other one moved from your thigh.

"Well hello to you too, bunny." He laughed into your neck, making you shudder as the hot air brushed your skin. Planting a soft kiss to the top of his head before pulling back to grin at him.

"I couldn't help it, I wanted to hug you." Playfully pouting at him, watching the lopsided smile grow before he planted a firm kiss on your lip, humming into it and licking his lips when he pulled away, the slightly sheen on your gloss visible on his lips and making you giggle.

"Well I'm never going to say no to that now, am I? And I approve of that cherry flavour, I quite like cherry." William grinned as he went in for another kiss, waving off Henry as he wolf whistled whilst taking a seat at the table.

"Get a room love-birds!" He teased, earning a smack on the arm from his wife as you parted from William's lips again, both smiling as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Finally seeing what you were wearing and pausing, blinking and eyes widening as he saw you in the skirt, boots and metal t-shirt. Seemingly processing what was before him as Sarah laughed.

"Told you he'd break a bit." William seemed to snap out of the comment, shooting a sideways scowl before smiling at you again, taking a barely perceptible shuddering breath. Resuming the path of his hand on your back and making you feel relaxed under his touch.

Reaching down, he brought up the bag with a smile, waggling it in front of you and kicking out a chair for you to sit on. Making you raise an eyebrow curiously before you opened it. Glancing at the matching bracelets that both of you constantly wore with a smile before untying the little ribbon at the top of the bag. Brow furrowed in concentration as you undid it and looked inside. Gently taking out the material inside and thumbs brushing over it. Something faintly spicy hitting your senses before you let the material unfold, revealing a large hoodie that would surely look baggy on Afton even. Black with a zip down the front, eyes widening as you realised there was a little embroidered part in black thread over the breast. A little leaping bunny, looking closer at it as you saw a speck of purple. Grinning wider as you realised it was wearing a tiny purple bow-tie.

"Thank you Will, I love it!" Throwing your arms around him and his arms came up automatically to wrap around you this time, holding you close and planting a kiss on your cheek as he laughed slightly at the second over the top hug you'd put him through for the day.

"You're more than welcome, bunny. I know it's subtle, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it." He whispered to you, planting another kiss and taking a deep breath, squeezing you slightly before he let you go. Allowing you to slip the massive sleeves on and shrug it onto your shoulders, the size absolutely drowning you as you felt the soft material against your skin. Realising that the spicy smell was his cologne that he always wore, you came to the conclusion that either he'd drowned it in the stuff, or that he'd secretly been wearing it for a few days to get the scent there. Either one made you incredibly happy and made your chest tighten and flutter.

"Good job you got a zippered one Wills, she might look she might have nothing else on otherwise!" Henry laughed, earning an eyeroll from Sarah as she all but dragged him up to go and get coffee and some food since that was what you'd gone there for. Leaving William to take your hand and stroke his thumb over the knuckles before planting a kiss there, your cheeks flushing as he raked his gaze across your body before meeting your curious eyes.

"Oh, trust me. She's already been occupying my thoughts with such delicious ideas today." Whispering it as Henry was clearly intended not to hear it. Making you shudder and feel your thighs press together slightly as he held your gaze hungrily, placing a conversely chaste kiss against your knuckles again.

~~

Henry and William had gone off to look at some of the stores that took their interest, and you and Sarah had split off. Chatting together idly and Sarah making you laugh and blush as you talked about various things together, her teasing you about breaking your boyfriend with your outfit. You hadn't been in many stores. more following Sarah until your eyes drifted to a dark store-front, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out why the windows were darkened with minimal branding on it, but the door was propped open to welcome people inside.

Sarah noticed your gaze with a wicked grin, practically sprinting and dragging you behind her to go inside despite your protests that you weren't sure it was even open. Blinking as you adjusted to the low light inside and felt your cheeks heating up as you realised that it was a discreet lingerie store. Eyes flickering over racks of lace and satin, cheeks burning as you tried to avoid looking anywhere in particular but feeling yourself curiously looking at certain pieces.

"Don't tell me you've never been in a lingerie store before?" Sarah teased as she noticed your burning cheeks, your eyes widening as she seemed to say it all too loudly over the quiet music playing in the store.

Shaking your head slowly and making the older woman squeal in delight that she got to introduce you to another new thing, taking your arm and walking you through the racks. Grinning widely as she thumbed through the racks and occasionally glancing at you. "So, do you have any big dates planned with William?" Her voice sing-song as she pried and clearly fished for a reason for you to remain in the store for a bit longer.

"I-I mean, I'm going to his house on Friday?" You stammered out, making Sarah pause and raise an eyebrow at you. Checking you were serious before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly squealing happily and seizing you by the arms, jumping up and down slightly, catching you off guard.

"Girl! Dear! He didn't even invite his ex-wife around his house until they were engaged. Even then it took her suggesting it for a month before he reluctantly agreed. Did he ask you?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Oh my god, he's probably cooking for you too then! I bet it's going to be such a cute date!!" The blonde squealed in excitement and made you feel a little self-conscious as other patrons of the store threw questioning glances your way before returning to their own browsing. Planting a kiss on your cheek before she looked about conspicuously, taking you to some back corner away from the most prying eyes and speaking quietly to you. "Have you thought about..you know?"

"About what Sarah, there have been a lot of thoughts recently." Crossing your arms over your chest, fiddling with the sleeves to help calm your nerves, William's cologne helping to relax you despite your nervousness.

"Have you thought about...Well, no delicate way to put this...Whether you want to have sex with him?"

You were sure your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, but somehow you were proven wrong as they increased in temperature again. Shoulders tensing as your mind froze and then began to race. Feeling embarrassed that Sarah had asked you so blunty, but then you supposed that this was the same woman who had told you your boyfriend was a player in college in a restaurant bathroom whilst reapplying her lipgloss.

"I um...Maybe? A-A few times maybe...I mean...That's normal, right?"

"Of course it's natural sweetie. But, I was thinking you probably want to feel sexy and cute for that time, so why don't we shop for something for you and you can wear it when the time feels right? Men love this shit, and it can make you feel like a million dollars too." She suggested, returning to her normal, calming voice once she saw how nervous you were. Nodding your head slowly and playing with the sleeves more on your hoodie, letting Sarah gently take your arm and guide you around to look at various styles.

She talked lowly and slowly for you, whispering to you about the pros and cons of each style and material and after a few minutes of her patiently walking you through everything, you felt glad you had a friend who seemed to know about all these sorts of things. Relaxing a little more as she talked you through the various bits and pieces that you were clueless about.

Eventually, something caught your eye and your fingers reached out to brush the delicate chiffon fabric. Picking up the hanger and fingers moving over the lace cups, the slight strap that went down the front. It looked almost like a see-through slip, and Sarah hummed over your shoulder as you looked over the item.

"That's a baby-doll set. They're super comfy and breezy, plus they offer a little more cover than some types, whilst still being revealing." She explained lowly, making you nod in understanding as you bit your lip. Chewing it slightly as you admired the sheer black fabric, the details on the cups forming flowers and leaves. A small vine-like design moving from between the cups and forming a sort of halter-neck strap alongside the two shoulder straps. You guessed it had something to do with lines and how people tended to let their eyes move over a person.

"I-I think I like this one." Blushing as Sarah nodded and squeezed your arm lightly, leading you towards the cashiers with a few selections of her own, after she made sure you had the right size for yourself. Letting you pay for it and beaming with pride as you took the bag, the discreet branding of it meaning you didn't quite feel a burning guilt that everybody would know where you'd been.

"Let's go find something pretty to put over the top of it now. We've got some time before the boys come back after all." Sarah giggled, taking your arm and leading you again. "And I think you chose well. William, from what Henry has said, is a man of...tastes."

You raised an eyebrow at her, but she refused to elaborate, only grinning at you wickedly and focusing on her hunt for an appropriate shop for her purposes, woman on a mission as she tried to guide you through the art of feeling sexy for yourself.

Suddenly, you couldn't wait for Friday. Even more than you had been before.

I will never not go feral for soft William that can absolutely destroy the reader in bed

So Bunny Ears won the HeadCannon poll by a fair margin! Don't worry Vamp!Will fans, I'll also do one for him and the AU at a later point, but of course, I must write for our soft husband first.

William loves fruit flavoured candies, specifically gummy candies

However he does keep a bag of jolly ranchers in his desk drawer and enjoys freaking people out when he crunches them rather than letting them melt.

He was punk in college and occasionally puts his tongue piercing back in to stop it from closing. He has however swallowed the ball for it too many times to count.

He loves pecan pie, especially the kind with whipping cream and caramel drizzle

At some point during a drunken dinner, Henry tried to convince him to get matching Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie tattoos. Henry went first and William went home.

When he's sick, William turns into a grumpy(ier) man. Refuses to take sick days and might take some cold-and-flu medication if he feels super ill. Henry and Sarah have absolutely had to drag his ass to urgent care to force him to see a doctor on multiple occasions.

In college he was one of those people who could not revise for anything and then aced all his assignments, even if he didn't turn up to class.

Holds the high-score in 'Fruity Maze' and honestly a shocking amount of the arcade games, and no he doesn't use the cheats even though he knows all of them because he has to debug the machines after kids try to manipulate them for cheats.

His full name is William David Afton, although he usually misses out his middle name because he's not a huge fan of it.

Not an openly humorous man, but he loves inside jokes with people. He particularly enjoys flustering a certain new girlfriend, and gleefully remembers when the whole ID incident occurred between them.

NSFW HeadCannons under the cut

William Afton absolutely goes feral for lingerie. More specifically, he loves ripping it to show off how strong he is, and the more expensive the better as he knows he can just afford to buy you new ones if you want them.

Call him 'sir' and he'll loose that extra bit of control, he likes the authority he has not as your boss, but that he can show you all those skills he's learnt behind closed doors.

That man has SUCH a biting kink. He wants to mark you up and let people see who you belong to and that it was passionate, it's also a bit of a trust thing since it's stupidly easy for a man of his size to accidentally be a little too rough and break skin.

Don't even get him started on cock-warming. He's definitely not fantasised about having you in his lap and warming him up whilst he tries to teach you how to fix the animatronics.

Has an oral fixation. It's part of the reason for loving gummy candies, but he certainly isn't going to complain if he can put that fixation to tasting you in any way possible. Kissing, biting, eating you out. He's all too happy to do it all. When you bit his ring off, he went absolutely feral knowing that your pretty mouth could become fixated too.

I love how you write the first meetings between the reader and William so naturally. Meeting at the clock out machine is such a creative scenario, like how do you even come up with these things???

And boy oh boy, you layed it on thick right in the first chapter, I love it! If this is going to be a dark series, like Mechanised devotion was, then I'm so looking forward to reading more of it!

Melancholia (William Afton x F! Reader) [Part 1]

~So, I decided I wanted a go at writing William Afton from the games instead of Movie version/Steve Raglan, and I thought, what better way to explore that than through some really obvious religious imagery because that man definitely has a god-complex. This is obviously an AU, please don't hate on it because 'it's not cannon'~

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI - Age difference, Older man/younger woman, Murder (adult and child), violent acts, manipulation, gas-lighting, dead bodies, blood, gore, graphic description of injury, use of religious imagery, toxic relationship, boss x employee, god-complex, knife-play

The shrieks of voices and the blaring, bleeping arcade lights were almost overwhelming if you had never been to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza before. There was always a chaotic energy to the place, kids running about, practically seeing who could take out the most staff as they barrelled from the dining area and party rooms towards the arcade. You learnt to be quick on your feet and observant of your surroundings quite quickly.

"Hey superstar, you need to watch where you're going okay?" You laughed to a child who almost collided with your legs, one hand shooting down to protect your black work pants from the half-drunk cup of soda as they looked up at you and stuck their tongue out, scowling as much as the chubby face of an eight year old could before running off again.

Picking one of the nearby tables that had no patrons sat at it, you began to clean up. Piling up the discarded wax-paper lined baskets of half-chewed fries coated in god-knew-how-much ketchup and the pizza tray, swearing under your breath as you spilt soda down your purple starry vest. The uniform had changed recently from fairly easy to clean plain red, to the god-awful embroidered purple, the silver stars were supposed to match the curtains on Pirate's Cove and the paper ones that hung from the ceiling. Glancing up at them, you caught sight of the large window that overlooked the main dining room, the dark.

Every employee in Freddy's knew of that room. William Afton's office, from where he looked down at all the people like god-on-high. You hadn't had a run in with Afton during your two year employment, but you'd heard the tales. He moved weirdly silently for a man of his height, you'd even heard co-workers joking that he wasn't even human, that Henry Emily had replaced him with a robot some time ago, that you could tell by the cold, dead way his blue eyes focused on people. That he had been the one orchestrating the aftermath when an employee had had their skull cracked open by a malfunctioning animatronic, standing calmly amongst the chaos and blood with barely a wrinkled nose of disgust.

A touch on your shoulder shook your out of your thoughts and snapped you back into the chaos of Freddy's once more. The dark, neon patterned carpet making your eyes swim as you realised you had looked down automatically to child level.

"You look fucking exhausted." A mousy brown haired guy laughed, wearing the same uniform as you, his own white shirt splattered with ketchup and other slightly dubious grease stains as you relaxed your shoulders. You couldn't remember his name, but you knew the guy at least, you'd worked together a few times, and he always spared a smile for you.

"There are children present." You mumbled, earning a laugh as he grabbed the glasses from the table, holding onto them as you picked up the tray full of dining debris and headed towards the kitchen together. "If Mr. Emily or Mr. Afton catches you, you'll get your pay docked."

"Mr. Emily keeps himself in the workshop constantly and maybe three people on staff have seen Mr. Afton, like...ever." He laughed, rolling his eyes and weaving through bodies like he too was well practised, although the slight sheen to the work pants legs told of plenty of grabby little, sticky hands that had collided with him.

"He's not a god-damn cryptid!" Shaking your head and placing down the clutter from the wash-pass, wiping down your hands against your pants before bending over slightly and looking at the clock through the small window.

It was time to clock out at least, sighing as you headed towards the back corridors that belonged to the staff. The colourful lights dancing across everything in the pizzeria as you heard Freddy and the band starting up through the tinny speakers that should have been replaced something like a decade ago. Your colleague following you with a shrug as he gestured to the chunky watch he had on his wrist.

"Hey, it's time for me to clock off too. God knows we don't get overtime, and secondly, going back to my earlier point; half these kids know more foul language than we do." Pointing to a corner where a bunch of kids seemed to be focused on a much small child, crying in the corner. The laughter you could faintly hear as you passed by them to get to the employee's only door giving you a good indication that it wasn't in good nature, both looking at each other before walking a little faster.

Not on the clock, not your problem.

You waved goodbye as you headed towards the women's locker room on the west side of the building, thankful that least upper management had thought to put in separate changing rooms as you tiredly unbuttoned the starry vest, breathing a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through your hair. Cringing when you realised that you didn't quite know what they'd touched through the day and sighing that you were going to have to wash your hair. Again. Nobody told you that working with kids would leave you feeling like you should get hazard pay for simply being in their vicinity, god only knew how many times you'd filed for sick pay when some brat had given you the flu or some other stubborn thing that wouldn't leave you be.

Changing quickly, you headed out. Uniform stuck in a plastic bag to avoid it getting too close to the semi-clean clothes you'd shoved in, in order to change into once your shift ended. Glancing up and down the comparatively quiet corridor as you picked up your time card and placed it into the clock, swearing slightly as you couldn't get the punch to work. Banging your fist against the wall in frustration, wondering why management didn't just spend a little more money on the damn equipment that you all had to use, rather than public relations to cover the bad press the pizzeria had.

"Is there a problem?"

You spun on your heel as you heard the unfamiliar voice, brow knitted together as you stared at the voice's owner. He was leaned against the nearby wall, his head cocked to one side slightly as he looked down at you with a cold regard that seemed more like he was regarding something inanimate than a person. Glancing over him, he was slender, but wiry as he had his arms crossed over his chest, able to see the tendons moving in his hands as his fingers flexed, but he was wearing the white shirt, purple starry vest and black pants that marked him as part of Freddy's. The start of dark circles under his eyes were also par for the course.

"Yeah, stupid punch clock won't move." Huffing and turning your attention back to the clock, feeling yourself wince as you noticed the time had crawled by and you were already a few minutes over your shift. Time you would never get back. "You can clock in in a moment."

He was too clean to have been clocking out. You supposed that the clock on the other side of the halls closer to the men's was probably just as busted, if not more so.

A pale, slender hand reached into your vision and startled you, making you take a step back as the man clicked a small button on the side of the clock before pressing down the stamp. Stamping your card for you, pulling it out with a flourish and handing it over with a lazy smile that made your chest tighten unusually, even if his blue eyes didn't seem to carry any warmth to them.

"You've got to check the safety's on or not. It's to stop people messing with the time cards if they came back here accidentally." His accent was rough, British, soothing. You frowned, looking up slightly at him and watching as he ran his fingers through his cool brown hair, which seemed roughly cut like he had done it himself. Greying at the temples and the occasional grey hair standing out against his darker hair. "You'll get used to it."

"I've worked here for two years and never heard of that bullshit." You muttered, rolling your eyes and changing your bag to your other hand as the man raised a thick eyebrow and stared at you some more.

"You've worked here for two years?" Seemingly surprised by the statement as you shrugged your shoulders. Wanting to go home and collapse onto your bed, not stand around talking to some newbie.

"And?"

"I've just never seen you around."

"You probably know me by my name, it's-"

"I honestly don't give a fuck what your name is. I need to finish my work, and you should go home, doll, I'm sure there's...something...you have to fill your time with." The sudden shift in his soothing voice made you blink, his tone never changing, reading as bored. Somehow, you felt mildly offended that this stranger simply seemed not to care, sucking your teeth and tutting as you shook your head and began to walk for the door. Feeling his eyes linger for just a moment before footsteps moving away told you that you were being left alone.

The next day, you managed to drag yourself into Freddy's with five minutes to spare before your shift. Grabbing your punch card and clocking in before you quickly got on your freshly washed uniform with barely enough time to grab a soda and carry with you into the main dining area. Wednesdays had never been particularly busy, but then again, what counted as 'quiet' for Freddy's never quite aligned to the other businesses in Hurricane's idea of it.

You took a deep breath and went to lean against the prize counter for a brief reprieve before the onslaught, hearing a door open and looking towards the arched entrance and waiting for a customer to emerge despite the fact it was nine in the morning, shrugging when you didn't see one emerging. Eyes flickering about to see if you could locate where the noise had come from, seeing movement on the staircase up to Afton's office that was tucked away in the corner of the pizzeria. Raising your eyebrow as you pulled out your soda and took a sip, wondering who was visiting your elusive boss.

You almost choked when the figure paused and looked directly at you however.

It was the guy from the previous day. Only this time he had a black blazer over the top of his purple vest, one lapel covered in various pin-badges from the arcade games and prize counter that made a faint clinking noise with how many there were as he walked in your direction. His hair was swept back, like he had just run his finger through it, and you could see a slight curl to the flyaway pieces that had refused to comply. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks as he glanced at you for a moment, pausing and blinking slowly as you stared back.

"No trouble with the punch-clock this morning then?" That same soothing lull to his voice as you quietly shook your head and took another sip of your drink. Eyes flickering over his badges on his lapel, one worn out enamel pin of what looked like a rabbit head catching your eye before you spotted some red against his purple vest. The colour having seeped into the silvery stars embroidery.

"You have something on your vest." Making the man look down, pulling his vest away from his body to look before his blue eyes snapped back up. A wolfish grin spreading across your face that made your heart race just a little as there was a dark spark in the usually dim eyes.

"Oh, nothing to worry about. It's only marinara sauce."

With that, he passed by. No explanation, no excuse. You watched the tall, lithe man leave with a little confusion as to who he was. You decided that you had to know, jogging after him slightly to catch up with his long, purposeful strides. The man pausing and looking at you curiously, eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Look, you might not give a fuck about what my name is, but I do give a fuck about what yours is." Crossing your arms across your chest, he cocked his head slightly, regarding you with a sudden interest that hadn't been there before. Like he was realising that you were a living, breathing person for the first time. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face, turning to face you fully before sliding his hand from his pocket, offering it for you to shake. You noticed that his hands were well manicured, even if the nails were a little longer than you expected and the way he squeezed your hand when you shook made them bite a little into your skin.

"William, Afton that is." You could feel the colour draining from your face as he pulled you forwards, having to take a step closer and his voice low, almost purring as he spoke quietly. "And don't worry, doll, I'll let the swearing slide this time."

"You didn't care yesterday."

"You weren't in uniform yesterday, remember?" Releasing your hand and giving you another wolfish smile as his hand returned to his pockets, the faint jingle of the pin badges as he moved an almost comical sound as William stared for a second. Turning on his heels and moving off with no more thought than if he had already said 'goodbye'.

Well, now you could at least say you had met one of your bosses. Even if something in the back of your head scratched and itched as to why William Afton was handling marinara sauce, reasoning that it was probably from his lunch break, not that he looked like he ate often, and you had never actually seen somebody take anything up to his office space. Glancing at the darkened upstairs window, you shook your head and decided it wasn't worth thinking about. Swallowing down your confusion and settling your sights on one of the smaller, fresher faced workers with a scowl as they tried to make a beeline for the prize-counter unnoticed.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going, newbie? Older workers get to pick their jobs first, you know the rules." The unwritten code of Fazbear Entertainment workers as the smaller figure startled and scurried away whilst you detoured to pick up your drink and head towards the prize counter.

It was going to be a long day.

You'd forgotten you were on closing duties, even though you had begged to swap. Open to close was a brutal shift that nobody enjoyed, especially since to 'cut costs', recently there had only been one member of staff closing down each night. The pizzeria was creepy when the lights were mostly turned off, only the flickering arcade screens and the backlit animatronic stage to light the main dining area. Casting long shadows across Freddy, Bonnie and Chica's soft furred parts. The eye sockets seeming hollower without the eyes being lit up, the way their jaws hung open slackly seeming almost like the death throes of the animals they represented, or an all too human scream. You couldn't decide which was worse.

Heading back into the employee corridor, your footsteps seemed to echo slightly against the chequered tiles, so used to the faint sound of the extremely loud music playing from birthday parties and children's games as they ran around. Instead, there was only your footsteps and the hum of the halogen light strips above you. Casting everything in a slight sickly yellow glow. Eyes darting as you took stock of the cobwebs that had probably been there since the restaurant opened, posters lining the check bordered walls, kids drawings scattered amongst it all. Memories of happy children who loved to see the animatronics perform, or had their birthdays at that location.

You were pulled from your thoughts as a metallic clatter caught your attention. Pausing and glancing down the corridor where the sound came from. There was only one door at the end of it, which you couldn't read the signage on from where you stood. Slowly approaching and trying to place your heel down first, quieting your footsteps against the tile as your heart began to thump harder in your chest.

"Hello?" You called out instinctually, cursing yourself for it when you were trying to be sneaky. If there was anybody, they surely would have gotten spooked and ran off by the time you got to the door, but you reasoned that you weren't about to get jumped by some drugged up junkie looking to steal metal to sell off to feed their habit. The door looming large as your eyes wandered over the lettering embossed onto the plaque screwed to it. 'Parts and Services'.

Pushing the door open, you had to blink to adjust your eyes to the darkness inside. Swallowing as you stepped in and the heavy door automatically swung shut under it's own weight behind you. Eyes adjusting to the very low light, flickering as your hands reached out in front of you and felt for some form of light to turn on.

Two years you had worked there, two years you had avoided any of the creepy horror stories that surrounded Freddy's and it's owners. You just had to go and stick your nose where it didn't belong, and you were left fumbling in the dark, managing to grab onto a table as you slipped in something slick across the tile floor. Feeling across the table and squealing when your fingers touched something furry. Praying that it wasn't a rat that had decided to place itself upon the altar of mechanical parts. Heart beating so quickly you could hear it pounding in your ears, hands shaking as you reached your hand out again to check whether or not the thing was still there.

Your fingers found the furred texture again, realising it was longer than anticipated and pushing your fingers into it, trying to figure out what on earth it was.

"And on the first day, the lord said; let there be light!" The voice startling you as it seemed to be so close yet so far away, blinking rapidly as the light turned on in the room and you couldn't help but flinch and look down towards the table. Your head hurt with the rapid change of light, taking a moment to adjust as your fingers curled around the soft texture in your hand, keeping your head down, vision finally clearing.

To see the face of your co-worker staring back at you with the same slack jawed expression that the animatronics had. Your hand in his hair, shrieking and pulling your hand free, slipping and tumbling as the face followed and you watched in silent horror as the head bounced against the tile. Rolling to face away, the bloody, raw meat, bone and gristle that you could see inside of what was once a neck, looking down and realising that your shaking hands were covered in claret. Thick, clotting, the smell of hot pennies and raw red meat overwhelming, wondering how you didn't notice it before.

Footsteps, your eyes wide and transfixed on the rolled head of your co-worker as well polished black shoes came into view, kicking the head slightly and making you wince as you head the meaty thud it made when it connected. Bloody hands coming into view, one clutching a fire-axe near the head as the figure crouched. Looking up, you saw the pale, angular face. Star vest coated in red, splashed against his pale skin as the blue eyes sparkled. William looked positively elated, a predatory grin across his face as you looked him over, realising that the childish pin-badges were coated in the gore too.

"Oh doll, you shouldn't have come back here. But I'm not going to punish your curiosity, little lamb." The cool, calm British voice made you shiver, there was something dark and feral in the way he fixed you under his intense gaze, eyes lazily drawing down your now coated body with his own shiver of delight as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"H-He's- He's..." You stammered and William scoffed, rolling his eyes as he reached out, placing the flat side of the bloody axe under your chin and tilting it up so you would look at him again.

"Come on doll, you can say the word." Cooing encouragingly as you trembled before him.

"Dead. You...Oh god you killed him!"

"That's right, here at Freddy's, I am god." A self satisfied smirk as he tilted the axe to make the blade almost brush against your skin. Heart pounding as you realised that this was probably the end. Murdered by your boss, covered in your co-workers blood.

"So let me show you what a merciful god I am, and allow you to take your first communion." Standing up and spreading his arms wide, smile never leaving his face as the single lightbulb above illuminated behind his tousled, greying hair and formed a bloody halo for William Afton.

Melancholia (William Afton x F! Reader) [Part 2]

~You may want to have little bit of a stronger stomach for this one, folks~

@itsybitsyb0nes @springlockedfool @brightcosmos

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI - Age difference, Older man/younger woman, Murder (adult and child), violent acts, manipulation, gas-lighting, dead bodies, blood, gore, graphic description of injury, use of religious imagery, toxic relationship, boss x employee, god-complex, knife-play, vomiting/retching/gagging

William Afton gazed down at your frightened form beneath him. Shadowed by his presence, covered in blood and his sins with the wide look of horror and fear that made his shiver in anticipation. His hands tightening on the axe instinctually as his pupils widened in the low light. Adrenaline coursing through him, the thrill of being caught in such a perverse act, dismembering a body. He almost wished you had gotten there all but ten minutes earlier, he wondered what you would have done, seeing the killing blow being brought down on your co-workers head.

The body had no use to him anymore. But you had potential as his newest disciple.

He grabbed your arm, gripping so tightly you knew you would bruise, making you yelp as he dragged you to your feet despite the slick floor. You could see it properly now that the light was turned on. The gore that splattered across the table, oozing from the gap where his head once sat. There was something acrid smelling too that dripped from a throat that would never close again, making bile rising in your own throat as you looked over the torso that had been stripped down. Shirt and vest gone, you could make it out in a bin-bag in the corner of the room, you felt at least grateful that William had left your co-workers pants on. As strange as the thought was.

William slid in behind you, making your body tense as you could feel the taller, predatory figure against your coated back. Barely warm blood seeping into your own clothes, as Afton wrapped his hands around yours, placing the axe into them as your mind raced as to what he was doing. Shock had settled in deep within your psyche.

You hadn't even cried tears for your co-worker yet.

His hands moved awkwardly around your loose grip, staring at the body in front of you as he forced you to bring it down. Flinching as your hands gripped onto the shaft of the axe handle despite the fact you wanted to do anything but that in that moment as the sharp blade bit into the torso. The sickening sound of wet meat and crunching bones and cartilage filling your ears as William raised your hands again, letting the weight of the axe fall and cutting further into the chest. The low, almost wheeze of air exiting dead lungs, sounding almost like a moan of pain making you finally sob as your body shook. The reality hitting you as you tried to struggle away from your boss but were only met with his hands tightening on yours and forcing the axe down harder.

You had never wanted to know what the smell of a split human stomach was, or to know what the bisection of a lung looked like, but you gagged as those images were seared into your retinas. William humming in distaste as he surveyed what you had accomplished together. Turning his head towards yours and smiling almost reassuringly as his eyes sparked and his breathing was a little ragged, licking up the track of one of your tears as you continued to sob. Squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head away.

"Little lamb, you took communion so well. Doesn't it feel good?" He cooed, stroking your hair with bloody hands and streaking more evidence through it as you gagged. The smell in the small room was vile, as was your proximity to the murderer.

"N-No...God, no it doesn't feel good. You're a monster."

"If I'm a monster, then so are you. Your prints are now all over the weapon, I could testify that you helped me cut him up into little pieces." A promise, a threat, as William stepped out from behind you. Axe over his shoulder as he surveyed what was left to be done. Tutting and sucking air through his teeth as he stood over the body, fingers tapping impatiently over the wooden handle of his chosen weapon. "Damn it, you got his stomach. That's going to be a pain to clean up."

The comment was almost so normal that you couldn't help a startled laugh that escaped your lips, making William raise an eyebrow at you as you were half laughing, half sobbing. Choking on mucus and spit as your mind reeled at what was happening.

"Oh well I'm terribly sorry I've made a mess." The words were as slick with venom as there was bile in your throat. William huffed, that predatory smile returning to his face as he hefted the axe again, swinging it with vicious force and burying it half into one hip joint. Hearing the meaty crack and splinter that meant he had met his mark.

"Your apology is accepted, little lamb. Now," Another swing as you kept your head turned, unable to watch but only finding yourself staring at the decapitated head on the floor instead. "Strip."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?" Your head snapped back towards William, who shrugged off his blazer, unbuttoning the purple, starred vest and revealing how tightly his white shirt fixed to his firm chest. The only sign of blood against his cheeks, smattered into his grey hair and across the collar of his white shirt. Not even glancing at you as he picked up the axe again. starting to separate the other leg from the body.

"Strip. You're covered in evidence and we need to get rid of it." Gesturing to your vaguely as you looked down at yourself. The tears still streaming down your face, unable to stop them as you realise your breathing was no longer verging into hyperventilation. "Also, second warning for language."

"You're chopping up a...you're chopping up one of my friends and you're warning me about swearing?"

"You're in uniform. You know the rules."

"Pretty sure there's rules about murder too."

"Freddy's is a place where fantasy and fun comes to life. This is my fun." The way he so easily twisted the tagline for the normally cheerful restaurant turned your stomach. But you weren't sure your already weak digestive system could handle adding to the smell of blood, meat and vomit that permeated the small space. "Now, are you going to give me your damn clothes, or am I going to have to come rip them off of you?" Turning his attention to you with the same slow, predatory smile that made your blood run cold.

Shaking your head to indicate that it wouldn't be necessary, your fingers shook as you unbuttoned your own star vest. Shrugging it off before letting it drop to the floor. Swallowing hard as you began to unbutton your shirt too, glancing up at Afton and watching as he had completely turned his attention back to the body, swinging the axe with precise movements that made you wonder just how many times he'd made the motion before, how he managed to keep so calm and collected about it all. Your shirt dropped too, hands covering your bra and chest as you tried to discreetly reach behind you and check whether or not there was blood on the strap around your back.

"Shoes and socks too."

"Mr. Afton, I-" Opening your mouth to protest as you looked at the gore on the floor, swallowing hard as you tried to desperately not think how it had been a living human that you knew.

"No ifs ands or buts. All of it comes off. You can keep your underwear if you like. You got it all over you."

"And you didn't?"

"That's different. I know how to get blood out of my clothes." Another swing and he used the blade of the axe to move the pieces he'd cut towards the edge of the table. Grabbing a few trash bags and wrapping them around the various limbs, bone splinters and internal organs as they spilt out of the body cavity. Your stomach turned as you heard and watched them sloshing about.

"And I, as somebody who has a period doesn't?" The comment slipped out before you could stop it, making Afton pause and look up at you. That manic smile reappearing as he began to laugh, the sound rich and vibrant as his blue eyes flashed, running his hand through his brown hair as his tongue worried over one canine.

"See, I knew I was right about you, there's something workable in there." Laughing as he shook his head in disbelief. Continuing to scrape and clean the table with a practised ease, even as he grunted whilst moving some of the heavier bags. Bringing out a tub of cleaning supplies and gesturing vaguely to the binbag pile. "Put your clothes in there when you're done. You can go wait in the bathroom if you like. Although, if I find that you've left, or decided to call the cops..." He trailed off and gestured to the table in front of you. Making you nod in understanding before you finished stripping down and gingerly placing your clothes in the bag. Trying not to gag and failing as you were sure that you touched still warm intestines.

You hurried towards the bathrooms, looking around the hallway section and realising that it was perfect for William to work in. There were no cameras apart from near the door into the main dining area, since there were bathrooms near by and it would open up the company to all sorts of lawsuits if somebody felt that their privacy was being invaded.

It felt like an age, sat against the cold tile and shivering, arms wrapped around yourself as you wished that you could warm up. In reality, it wasn't that cold, but the shock had set in and your body was trying anything to shut out the horror, the feeling of cooling skin beneath your fingers. Organ meat squishing in black bags, the way that your co-worker's head bounced against the floor before William Afton booted it out of the way.

You weren't as covered as you were, but you could feel the ghost of the blood lingering against your skin.

The bathroom door swung open, and you barely lifted your head from your knees. It wasn't until a soft hand touched your head that you looked up, bleary eyes puffy from crying as the reality sunk in that you had experienced death up close and personal. You hoped for a saviour.

All you got was William Afton.

He was shirtless, and you realised after a quick appraisal, pantsless too. Wearing tight black boxers, you might have laughed at the absurdity of it all if you weren't tracing the faint lines and dots that seemed to be mirrored up his chest. A sparse trail of hair across his chest and stomach as he smiled in what you supposed was a benevolent way down at you. He looked like a priest, laying hands on the congregation and absolving them of their sins.

The irony did not escape you.

"You need to shower. I have some spare clothes in here that we can use."

"Leave me be. Maybe I'll wake up from this nightmare if I just keep my eyes closed." Murmuring as William sighed and tutted. Crouching down in front of you and running those same bloody hands soothingly over your hair.

"Most people would be happy to be in the presence of a man like me." He sighed, watching your head move slightly as you looked at his angular features, the dark almost bruises under his eyes making his blue eyes stand out more as the lacked that spark once more. Cold. Dead.

"A murderer?"

"A god, little lamb."

"You're not a god, you're sick."

"I have controlled life, whether somebody lives and somebody dies. Is that not, in it's most basic essence, what a god is?" You stared at him as he gave a rueful smile, his hand landing on your cheek and stroking the thumb over your cheek bone as he stood up, turning and cocking his head to one side as he gave you a smile.

"Do not make me regret my decision to be benevolent, little lamb."

You woke up in your own bed the next day. The lingering sense of an uneasy dream following you as you swallowed, reaching for the half drunk soda besides your bed as you looked at the time, rubbing at your face with your palm, digging the heel in.

You could have almost convinced yourself that it was really just a horrible dream if it wasn't for the new, still in the plastic wrapping uniform that sat on your dresser.

Bile rose and you grabbed the trashcan nearby as your guts emptied themselves of their contents. Coughing and spluttering as you drooled acid and orange tinted stomach lining into the bag lining the trash. Splashes of dark soda looking too much like congealed blood in your shaken mind as you retched again. Your head hurt, your whole body hurt. Grabbing the phone as tears streamed down your cheeks and you tried to swallow back the foul, acrid taste in your mouth. Tongue running over your fuzzy teeth as you dialled the number for Freddy's and heard it ring a few times, staring off into space as you waited for somebody to pick up.

"Good morning, little lamb." The cool British accent made you want to cry as you felt your whole body tensing. Sobbing before you could control it, free hand shakily reaching up and wiping your trembling lips as you heard him make a satisfied hum through the crackling phone-line. "No good morning for me?"

"Go to hell." You croaked, earning a tut and a chuckle from your boss.

"Rude. And here I was thinking that we parted last night with a special understanding." You could practically hear his pout through the phone.

"What, that I'll be dead before I hit the door if I told anybody?" Thinking back to the blended blur of emotional turmoil, unable to pick out a specific point where he might have been referring to.

"That too, but that you would be my disciple."

"I'm not your disciple. I'm your fucking Judas." You spat, tired of him harping on with what you had pieced together was a god-complex. Running your fingers through your hair as you moved the trashcan to one side, hoping that moving the source of the smell would make you less queasy.

"Fiesty today aren't you? Well, Judas was still a disciple first, dear, if you're going to try and use faith against me." Chuckling through the phone as you heard a faint creak and imagined William leaning back in an office chair. "Why did you call, little lamb?"

"I called Freddy's, not you."

"Sadly, there was a network outage last night, the only phones that work in the building right now are Henry's and mine." You swore under your breath, feeling your fingers snag in a knot that had formed as you tossed and turned over your pillow. Glancing back at your messed up sheets and comforter before sighing.

"I've thrown up, I shouldn't be around food today."

"Perfect, then you'll work in my office. I need somebody to help me do paperwork." You could hear the disinterested musing in his voice, despite the fact that your stomach was still twisting, your blood boiled, hands tightening on the phone. "See you in a few hours, little lamb."

The fact he had hung up on you didn't even register until you went to open your mouth, and all your heard was the sound of the dead line.

It was almost funny, how easily William Afton snuffed out things like that.

Afton's office was surprisingly spacious when you had entered it upon arrival to work. Dressed in a uniform so new and crisp that it dug into you at weird angles slightly, you felt embarrassed as your colleagues stared at you and whispered amongst themselves. Any rumours that had started to percolate were quickly dismissed however, as soon as they saw your drained, greenish complexion.

You weren't really in a fit state to be working.

But there you sat, on a kid's party chair that William had clearly dragged up the stairs and sat at a low coffee table. The room itself wasn't large, but William had kept it relatively dark. A control panel on one wall that you figured was for party lighting, which made sense as you knew a lot of kids would find and fiddle with it otherwise. You were surprised however, to see the same paper stars and neon confetti carpet in the space, despite the dark, dull furniture, the lack of personal items about the place and on surfaces, you would almost describe the office as friendly.

Almost.

William Afton ruined the illusion entirely.

The tall man was dressed in another black suit ensemble, white shirt and purple vest. His pin-badges were back too, although when you looked carefully, they were different than the day before. The worn out enamel one was still there. An almost skeletal grin on what might once have been a yellow bunny, you wondered how many damn badges he had that he could just change them on a whim. His hair tousled back roughly, blue eyes flickering over paperwork as he silently leafed through them.

He hadn't even greeted you when you entered his office, simply gestured to the too small chair and a pile of manila envelopes. You figured out the task pretty quickly, stamp the envelopes and push in the paperwork that needed to be filled out into them, realising that they were health and safety training on 'bio-hazard clean-up'. A little scoff escaped your lips at the absurdity, making William glance up at you and raise an eyebrow before going back to his paperwork.

"So, are we not going to mention last night, at all?" You were the one the break the silence first, watching your boss pause before leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. Realising all too late that you had played directly into his hand.

"What is there to talk about, unless you want to relive the gory details?" His eyes sparked and his tongue ran over his teeth, your head shook before you could stop it. Earning a disappointed huff from him as he sat back in his office chair. The plastic groaning as it strained slightly. Eyeing you coolly before slowly standing to his towering height. Rolling his shoulders and joints, hearing the pop and crackle of joints that seemed a little bit worse for wear than somebody his age should be.

"Why didn't you kill me?" The words hung heavy from your lips, William staring at you before approaching you, nodding his head up as a gesture for you to stand, waiting for your compliance before growing frustrated that you weren't moving quickly enough for his liking. Grabbing your upper arm in a vice-like grip, making you yelp as you tried to fling your weight out of his hand whilst he sighed and dragged you over to the large glass window that took up a large portion of his office.

"What are you doing, let me go!" You protested, trying to stop yourself from approaching the glass as images of you being thrown through it came to mind.

Afton scoffed as he wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck. Forcing you to look down over the dining area and watch as your co-workers moved about and children played as normal. Running, screaming, even behind the thick, one-way glass, you could hear the tinny bass of the music from Freddy and the band. You hadn't ever realised it was one-way, thinking the darkness of the glass was a trick of the light and angle.

"See? Isn't being so high wonderful? I get to watch you all and play with your lives without you realising it. Want more hours? You'll have to impress me first. Piss me off? You'll barely meet the requirements of the contract for your employment." His breath cool against your ear and making you shiver as your gaze flickered sideways, and you saw that same elated spark.

"I-I see." Swallowing, praying he would let you go soon. But William's eyes were focused outside, watching the pizzeria go by without a care.

"Pick one." His voice startled you, your attention landing fully on his his intense blue gaze.

"What?" "Pick one."

"For what?"

"You'll find out. Pick one. This is a chance for you to play god with me, little lamb, and I am not comfortable sharing my throne."

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at the swirling mass of families and workers. Eyes naturally drawn to the purple of the staff vests, but then your attention flickered to a child running through in a bright pink dress and blonde curls, before an adult leaning against one of the vending machines and trying to sneakily vape caught your attention. A group of children circled around a smaller one, a child in a party hat. You couldn't pick a child, the smell of spilt vomit and heavy, cloying iron filling your mind as you thought of that inanimate, slack jawed expression on such a young face.

You couldn't pick one.

Could you?

The cool glass under your fingertip was the first indication that you had in fact, chosen.

"That one." The words a whisper almost lost on William as he glanced along your line of sight. A slowly building mania palpable on his face as he looked where you were pointing.

A young lad, perhaps twelve, maybe a little younger and large for his age. You recognised that striped t-shirt from a mile away, the poorly done buzz-cut, he was a real handful for everybody who worked there. Parents dropped him off with five dollars and the promise that they would 'be back later before closing', and so the child had become a menace in search of arcade tokens, tickets and loose change. You couldn't believe that you had picked a child out for whatever William had planned.

And neither could he.

"An interesting choice, little lamb...I'll be back in a moment." His hands lingering down your back as he released the grip on your nape, trailing down the curve of your spine before offering you that wide smile, although the light didn't reach his eyes as usual. Stuffing his hands into his blazer pockets, you didn't need to be told twice to stay where you were.

William made his way down the spiral staircase that might have once been an exterior features for a building, you watched helplessly from above as he stalked his chosen prey through the crowd. How he bobbed and weaved with a grace and ease that surprised you given how tall he was, and whilst he wasn't thin, it would have been very hard to call him 'built'. Swallowing hard as the adrenaline set in, watching as he approached the child, wondering that surely, William wasn't such a monster that he would harm a child. Let alone in public.

You closed your eyes and put your head into your hands. Your stomach turned again, unable to bear to watch as all your mind could focus on was how much glee William had in his face after you had swung the axe into your co-worker's chest. The thick, cracking, meaty sound that you knew would haunt you to your dying day, as quickly as it may come without the chance to absolve yourself of these sins.

The hand on your shoulder made you give a short scream, before that hand clamped over your mouth and you felt warm breath stroking over your ear in a sensual caress.

"Look little lamb, at what you have done whilst playing god."

You forced your eyes to open after a moment, looking exactly where the kid had been standing. Stomach dropping as they weren't there anymore, frantically searching the main dining hall as William's slender fingers rested against your pulse point, hearing him groaning in your ear as he felt is fluttering and pounding under his touch. Wondering how much fear he could push through you before your body would collapse and cease to function. Finally, you caught sight of him, mouth opening to warn him, despite the fact that William had a firm grip over your mouth to stop you uttering a pee.

You were surprised, doing a double take when you saw the child standing by an arcade game and pushing in tokens occasionally. Frowning, you knew that the kid would always spend his money on drink and a soda, wondering where he got the money from for extra tickets.

"See, doll, I can be kind....gentle...God doesn't always need to be wrathful." Murmuring lowly, he stroked your hair in a way that made you shiver. Swallowing hard as you turned your head out of his hand and looked at him, cheeks flushing and every nerve screaming at you that it was wrong and you needed to leave as William's face was less than an inch away from yours.

"But, I am going to have to take two to balance it out now, don't you think?"

Of course there was a catch.

There were always catches to the deals with the Devil after all.

I may start writing for fnaf as well as genshin impact

but I’ll only write for Sun and moon because they’re my comfort characters and they’re the only characters I can write for-

FNAF: Security Breach Masterlist

Miscellaneous 

“Wanna Dance With Somebody” (Sun & Moon)

“Shut Up and Kiss Me” (Freddy, Monty, & Bonnie)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Glamrocks

♡︎ Freddy ♡︎

“Shut Up and Kiss Me”

♡︎ Monty ♡︎

“Shut Up and Kiss Me”

♡︎ Bonnie ♡︎

“Shut Up and Kiss Me”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Daycare Attendant

♡︎ Sun ♡︎

“Wanna Dance With Somebody”

♡︎ Moon ♡︎

“Wanna Dance With Somebody”

“Playing Strip Poker”

That wild card with monty.. I wouldn't mind a 3some smut w/ roxanne💓 👀

oh anon. you have no idea what you’ve done.

this took 4 and a half hours i’m dead

i was wrong about competition, THIS IS MY MAGNUM OPUS

i can die happy HDNDNNSBDBDHDBDB

ANIMALISTIC

MONTY X F!MECHANIC!READER X ROXY

NSFW, MINORS DNI, EXTREME PRIMAL PLAY, THREESOMES, TEASING/MOCKING, FEAR PLAY, DADDY AND MOMMY KINK, SLIGHT BLOODPLAY, IMPACT AND PAIN PLAY, BONDAGE, SPREADER BARS, SENSORY DEPRIVATION, MARKING, TEMPERATURE PLAY, EDGING

This had been coming for a long while.

This night between the three of you.

It started with jokes. Both Rockstars teasing you about your sexual preferences, begging you to tell them about your most frequent fantasies during games of truth or dare and long nights.

Then came the lingering touches; the friendly pats on the back from Monty trailing a little too low to be considered platonic, the hugs from Roxy squeezing just a little too tight around your chest.

You would feel their eyes on you as you walked by, catch snippets of whispers that involved your name, accidentally spot shared hungry glances that flashed between the two of them when you wore something low cut or touched them in certain spots.

You were expecting something.

Just not… this.

At 12:05 that same day, Roxanne had walked up to you as you fixed one of her carts, and if anything to come was nearly as exciting as that encounter, then you were going to have quite the experience.

As per usual, you see her before you hear her.

“Hey gorgeous.” Her gears whir as she sinks down into a squat neck to your seated form. You turn to face her, cheeks turning up in a smile.

“Hey Rockstar. Anything you need from me?” Her golden eyes scan you up and down, once, then twice, before making unbreaking eye contact with you.

“Actually, yes, but I’ll get to that in a second.” Confusion races through you as you try to possibly guess what the woman in front of you is about to say.

Inching closer to you, eyes dropping to your chest in your uniform before gazing back into your very being, Roxy tilts her head.

“Monty and I want to play a game.”

That was exactly 11 hours and 55 minute ago. You nervously glanced back down at your ratty old plastic watch, seeing the seconds count down until the game would start.

The rules were kept to 10 terms.

1. The game would begin in Chica’s maze at exactly 12:00am.

2. You would be given a 10 minute head start.

3. Your objective was to find your way through the maze without being caught. If you managed that feat, then you would win.

4. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, you would lose.

5. Winning guaranteed you not only a bonus (which you had no idea how they got their claws on) but 2 favors from the wolf and gator each. Sexual favors.

6. If you lost, then they would get to do whatever they wanted to you.

7. You would be given another advantage, this one of a second chance. If either Monty or Roxy caught you, the first time they would let you go, but not without a “handicap.”

8. You would wear no metal, just to make sure Roxy wouldn’t be able to catch any glimpse of you through the walls.

9. You were to take 3 vacation days after the game, no matter the outcome.

10. You were to be naked.

You nervously shifted your weight from side to side, the floor ice cold on your bare feet. The whole attraction had been mopped clean just 2 hours prior, as per schedule. Part of you wondered if that was why this was happening tonight.

Once more, your mind went back to earlier, this time, during your lunch break.

“Monty, baby, what happens if I can’t find my way out and you guys can’t find me? Is that a stalemate?”

The 8 foot tall gator chuckles deeply, running his thumb over your hand.

“Oh, you poor, sweet thing.” He pauses, swallowing, before looking at you from over his glasses.

“That’s never gonna happen.”

You have one minute before you start.

Thoughts race through your head at the speed of light, causing your hands to clench and unclench.

What happens if they catch you that second time?

Do you even want to be caught?

And with that, your dingy watch beeps. Up ahead on the wall, a 10 minute timer begins counting down.

Fuck.

Never in your life have you been both so horny and so scared at the same time.

You should probably go into this with some kind of strategy, but you stumble over your own limbs, feet racing left, then right, then left again. You run through spirals and blindly dash through forks in pathways, not bothering to keep track of your steps. The only thing you can possibly think of is the image of Monty and Roxy waiting patiently for that big red clock to run out of time.

You’ve wasted five minutes when you finally run into a dead end.

It’s a miracle you haven’t hit one yet, really, but the closed off pink square you’re trapped in still hits your psych like a brick wall. Slowly, you push air in and out of your lungs, trying to bring some kind of sense back into your brain so you can not make a fool of yourself.

The last conversation uou had with both of them comes back to the front of your mind.

Both of the animatronics sit with you in a private corner, intently paying attention to every move you make and word you say.

“You remember the safeword, right?”

You nod. “Glamrock.”

They both break into toothy grins. “See you soon, baby.”

You finally calm down.

3 minutes to go.

Fingers tracing the cool metal of the wall, you retrace your way back to the crossroad you passed earlier, this time choosing the north path. You’ve come to another choice when the clock buzzes, Chica’s automated voice pouring out of the speakers.

“Time’s up!”

A part of you halfway expects to be immediately tackled to the ground, or for the heavens to open up and tell you that you’ve died from getting impaled on some kind of robot dick, but it doesn’t.

In fact, nothing happens.

A couple of seconds pass before you shake your head, choosing to keep following your path instead of going into a split section of the maze. Your feet pad quietly on the floor, the only sound besides your excited breaths.

From the very back of your mind, you hear a soft thud not created by your movement. Your breath hitches before you can stop yourself, and you rapidly turn to make sure a pair or two of glowing eyes isn’t staring you down.

Nothing.

Muscles considerably more tense, you continue your voyage down the pink and green neon halls, occasionally pausing to listen for sounds. There’s the occasional creak, but whether that’s from one of your predators or the establishment settling, you don’t know.

It’s then when you spot him.

Monty is standing about 30 feet away, back facing you. It’s a miracle you didn’t hear him. Some sane part of your mind is flattered that he is so determined to find you that he’s softening his steps. However, that part of your mind is certainly not in control, because you immediately let out a gasp of shock.

FUCK.

Time moves slow.

Your first instinct is to freeze, which will do you absolutely no good, so you follow your second impulse.

Run.

During your company training, you had to learn about how each animatronic was built. Monty is built large with a heavy center of gravity to be able to support his massive tail, which unfortunately means he’s very strong and fast when able to gain momentum. The upside for you (at least right now) is that it means he’s exactly like a real gator.

He can’t turn sharp corners.

At the same time you process all that information, Monty turns with a ferocious creak of his gears, smiling so wide you can see all of his teeth. His eyes glow red in the darkness, and for yet another time, you’re tempted to just hold still and wait.

But you don’t.

Turning your heel so sharply you know you’ll feel it later, you bolt down the hallway you just came from, and then the next, and the next, so quickly that you think your heart might explode out of your chest. You turn after turn, finally smacking flat against a metal wall, chest heaving.

You hear him the second before you see him, but that’s always how Monty has been.

Two green arms rip through the wall around you and pull you tight to the surface, one hand clasping around your mouth to muffle your scream of shock.

“Found you, babygirl.”

It takes him a fraction of a moment to scale the wall and leap over it, landing in front of your trembling form. Your cunt is pulsing as you cower in front of his hulking form, and your clit painfully twinges when you realize that he too is naked.

His eyes take you in, completely devouring nude body. “You’re even prettier than I imagined.”

Words fail to escape your mouth as he cocks his head. “Shame it’s only the first time.”

That’s right.

You gulp, knees cartoonishly knocking at you stare up at Monty. “What’s the handicap?”

He smiles again, tutting as he reaches into some unseen compartment. A single clawed finger pushes your chin up as he leans down towards your sweaty face.

“Roxy picked it out.”

It’s a silky black blindfold.

Fear and arousal, both potent as lightning races down your spine and into your pussy. Two contrasting thoughts form at the same time, hitting you like whiplash.

How the fuck am I gonna get out now?

They remembered.

Monty leans your head forward, wrapping the scarf around your eyes once, then another time before tying it in a secure knot. You are plunged into total darkness, sure as the midnight sky, and it’s only the sound of Monty’s gears and his warm breath that lets you know he’s right in your ear.

“I can’t fuckin wait to get inside that little cunt, but remember. If you take that blindfold off, I will personally make sure you have to use a wheelchair from how hard I spank you, and that’s before Roxanne gets done with you. Understood?”

You frantically nod. “Yes Daddy. Yes.”

Although you can’t see him, you know he’s smiling.

“Good fuckin girl.”

A pause.

“You have 60 seconds. Run.”

You listen.

This time, you follow your mind, not your fear. You have no safety net this time, and your major sense for making it out of here is knocked out of commission. Your hand traces along the grooves placed in the wall along with Braille for blind guests, and although you can’t make any sense of the words, the huge X’s carved into the walls make sure you don’t bash your head in.

Slowly but surely, your other senses dial up to 100. Perhaps it’s survival instinct, the sheer arousal pulsing through your veins, or a combination of the two, but you swear you can hear every creak of the compound, every knock and turn of the maze. If you focus hard enough, you can even hear Monty’s heavy body walk far away from you.

You sigh.

But you can’t hear Roxy.

Roxy isn’t built like Monty. She’s made out of light materials so she remains aerodynamic for races. Her tail is not only a fashion statement and for character, but to provide her stabilization for running and speed. She isn’t quite as strong as Monty, only capable of carrying 300 pounds instead of 900, but she’s the fastest animatronic on the planet.

Maybe that’s why you don’t ever hear her coming up to you. You can’t see. You can only feel the wind rushing in your ears before she throws you over her shoulder.

“You lose.”

Her icy metal is a jarring contrast to your hot skin as the air is knocked out of your lungs, your body going limp around her.

“MONTY!”

Monty’s heavy footsteps come tramping up, laughing in glee at your captured form. “Knew you would find ‘er, Rox.”

They both laugh, and you smile against her back. The game is over.

The realization comes floating through your mind as silently as a predator.

They get to do whatever they want with me.

You’re tossed onto a soft surface, a tiny oomf! escaping your lips. The laughter of your lovers has long since ceased, a palpable tension hanging in the air.

In a flash, your hands are tied above your head to some kind of post, bound so you’re flat on your back, now both blind and helpless to defend yourself.

“Who do you want, Mommy or Daddy?” Monty’s voice rings through your head and you tense at the words. You’re smart enough to know that context will NOT be provided.

“Mommy.”

Both a victorious laugh and a groan emanate from the darkness. “Good girl.”

5 seconds of total nothingness pass.

Ice cold fingers trace the outline of your tits, so cold that it’s almost painful. You gasp and your back arches, earning a condesending hum from Roxanne. “You like that, don’t you?”

Your agreement falls from your lips within seconds, inviting more of the temperature to coat your body. “Please, yes I do. I really do, Mommy, please keep doing it.

“Vocal, aren’t we?” A voice from behind your head pipes up. Monty is now somewhere seated in front of your blindfolded head, doing god knows what.

Roxy’s fingers finally drift to your nipples, causing you to twist in your bonds. “Fuck yeah she is. Look at her. She’s a mess and all I’ve done is play with her tits a little.”

The playful insult from Roxy goes ignored in favor of moaning when she pinches your left nipple hard enough to just break the skin. Everything is emerging from the darkness, and it’s a shock to your core when you feel her tongue lick up your stiff sore nipple to collect the small amount of blood.

You are prey.

Above you, Monty groans out. “Keep doing that, Rox.”

The light annoyance from Roxy almost makes you giggle. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do, swamp rat. Just keep jerking off and pray you don’t cum too quick unless you wanna embarrass yourself.”

So that’s what he’s doing.

Roxy’s tongue has ventured lower and lower, now licking long stripes down the valley of your breasts to the top of your cunt, mere millimeters away from your puffy clit. You cry out when she finally reaches there, legs snapping shut at sudden intense pleasure.

A large hand smacks you across the face, not enough to genuinely hurt, but enough to sting. “Don’t fucking move for your Mommy, ight?” You nod, and Monty grunts in approval. However, the woman at your pussy is not so easily appeased.

“Get the bar.”

Your legs are hooked up with two thick straps, a heavy pole pushing them so far apart you can feel the breeze of ac on your wet, sticky cunt. Roxy once more begins working on your clit, but this time, the full pressure of her tongue is unavoidable. The pleasure is so extreme and so unlike anything you have felt in your whole life. Her tongue pushes and laps at you, swallowing any amount of fluid that comes out, but just before you finally are pushed over the edge, she tugs away.

You cry out at the loss of sensation, once again fully in the dark. Your clit burns with need and it causes you to jerk around before two heavy hands firmly grab your hips and hold you still.

“Relax, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make you cum, and if he doesn’t, i’ll take care of you. Would you be good and suck Mommy’s pussy as well as she just did yours, hmm?” Something about her talking about herself in the third person has you babbling out agreements and makes you start begging to pleasure her.

“fcourse i’m gonna make her cum, you fuckin dog. Shut up and move so I can flip ’er over and get behind that ass.” Monty growls, to which Roxy laughs in response. She unclips the bar and you groan as your legs collapse flat against whatever you’re laying on. They switch positions, Roxy redoing the hand bindings so you’ll be more comfortable with your weight baring down on the tops of your calfs.

Two humongous smooth hands glide down your back to rest at the curve of your ass, landing a harsh slap on the cheek. Monty laughs as you yelp, pussy dripping in need. “I won’t make you wait much longer pretty girl, go ‘head and listen to Mommy.”

Your hair is tugged up so Roxanne can slide under where your mouth is. Swiftly, you’re lowered right above her pussy, just inches away from her hole. You’re practically drooling, thankful for the blindfold because if you could see what was under you, you’re worried you would cum untouched like a schoolgirl.

“Get started for me, sugar.”

Monty spreads you with two sharp fingers, pressing his way inside of you as you push yourself into Roxy’s cunt, moaning at the combined sensations. Both of them let out exclamations of pleasure as you clench down from the feeling of Roxy around you; your lips fervently sucking on her clit.

“Sh-she’s good at this, Monty.” The woman groans as her hands dig into your hair.

“Now it’s your turn not to cum in 3 seconds, dog.” Monty is now thrusting, groaning out as he inadvertently adds friction to Roxy’s clit. “Did you speak too soon?”

Monty leans over you, fucking you down lower to the ground. “Can I try somethin baby?”

You moan into the racer’s pussy, hoping that sounds something like a fuck yes.

Your eyes widen as you feel a warmed finger press around the tight rim of your asshole.

Holy shit.

He’s gonna finger your asshole while he fucks you.

You start sucking harder.

With every thrust, Monty’s finger gains more and more pressure, until the tip finally pushes through the barrier of muscle. You squeal as your eyes roll back, and Roxy’s claws scrape all the way up your shoulders in ecstasy. “Whatever you’re FUCKING doing Monty, keep doing it.”

He pushes his finger into the hilt of his knuckle. By now, you’re shaking so hard that the only things keeping you upright are two pairs of hands and a dick inside of you.

His finger curls downwards, pressing against the thin, sensitive wall between you and his ribbed dick. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“I’ve been on the edge for fucking eons now, please hurry up, Monty.”

You just moan wantonly.

With that, Roxy is shot over the edge, cumming with a raw howl of pleasure so intense you know you’re gonna use it as spank bank material for the next 20 years. As soon as she finishes, Monty’s hand tugs your hair so that his chest is flush with your back, dick still inside you, and bites your neck.

You finally, finally cum.

The blindfold might as well be useless at this point, because your vision goes completely white, all the muscles in your body contracting at once. Roxy’s hand presses up on your pelvis while Monty finishes, and the feeling sends you tumbling into a second orgasm (or perhaps just an extension of the first)

At last, the blindfold comes off.

You collapse on top of Roxy, both of you covered in Monty’s cum, and shake against her chest.

There’s only one thing you want to say.

“We have to do that again.”

Dating Sunnydrop/Moondrop

tw: poly (sorta), split-personalities, sfw and nsfw, daycare mechanic fem! human reader, sub/dom dynamics, sentient robots, brief mentions of injuries, m! pronouns/anatomy for both sunny and moon, pussy drunk, overstimulation, boys are slightly more humanoid (and wear respective sun/moon masks)

// I'll fix formating tomorrow night!

Sunnydrop

sfw

He's absolutely head-over-heels for you!! You make his heart SOAR, it's hard to believe that the golden ball of literal sunshine could get any more hyperactive and excited. He calls you his 'sunbeam'. You're the only mechanic to be allowed to work on him and Moon as both sides respond positively to you.

He's always excitedly talking to the children and passing adults about you, bouncing around on the balls of his feet.

One time the lights went out at the Pizzaplex and Sunny was forced through the agony of turning into his midnight counterpart, you had been standing too close and he had accidentally slashed your arm.

As soon as he shifts back, he's blubbering apologies. He's holding your hand so gently, thumb tracing over the marred skin if it isn't already bandaged.

"So s-s-sorry, sunbeam. So sorry, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, d-didn't mean it." he stammers. His big doe eyes staring down at you, fat tears collecting in the corner of his eyes. He'll need reassurance that you're not actually super hurt.

"I'm alright, pretty boy. I promise it doesn't hurt." You coo, cupping his lightly freckled face gently. Your fingers trace over the points of his rays. A purr rumbles deep within his throat, eyes fluttering and leans into your touch.

"But it must hurt! It must, it must!" Sunnydrop proclaims, arms encircling your waist and pulls you back into him. He swoops you up into his long arms. "To the infirmary, turtledove!"

He's very upset if Moondrop ever accidentally hurts you. Sunny knows Moon would never purposely hurt you but bad things can happen if you're around the midnight counterpart for too long.

nsfw

Honestly, he can't believe he made it this far. Having you beneath him in the back room, bright blue eyes shining wide like azure crystals as he takes in your naked body flushed beneath him.

Sunnydrop curves his fingers, lightly stroking along your breast. He marvels in absolute awe, gently tweaking your pebbled nipple rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

His cock is reddish-pink with a sprinkling of freckles and a slight golden hue at the tip and at the base near his balls. His cum is also quite translucent, while still white, looks something akin to a shiny pearl.

When he sinks his cock into you for the first time, he feels overwhelmed, but it's heaven. Be it his frayed mind or his sensors or both, the heat engulfing his sensitive cock makes his eyes roll back and his tongue slip out of his mouth in the perfect aheago face, broken moans and whines reverberating off the soft padded walls and flooring.

He can't stop humping his cock into you, even when he's spent two loads into your puffy cunt. Even if it's starting to hurt from overstimulation. He's chest-to-chest with you, holding you firm to him yet gentle but fucking you vigoursly. Cum oozes from your hole, your skin beautifully shining beneath the light.

You whine desperately, Sunny coos in return kissing your cheek gently. He nuzzles into you, slowing the rock of his hips.

"Just--just one more, pretty. Wanna stuff you, may I? May I stuff your pretty cunt full of my cum?" He giggles, a wide grin on his face for using such vulgar langauge.

Moondrop

sfw

Moondrop pays no mind to you at first, only noting you are not his regular mechanic. He can appreciate you're good at your job, you care, and that's more he can say for some people.

You become the only one able to quell and calm his erratic mind, to silence his demons. If you're around him during one of his tantrums, its best to keep your distance as best as you can. He can't always control himself and his temper.

He'd hate himself if you ever got hurt but when he's in his patrolling-mode he can't really do much to dissuade his anger until his mission is achieved.

Moondrop knows he's more rough around the edges than his sun counterpart. He'll never be able to express how much he's grateful and how happy he is that you love both him and Sunny. You love both sides equally.

Each night he tries his best to keep his cool, to not scare you or put you in harms way.

Now if anyone tries to hurt you, he's absolutely livid. He's screaming, snarling, crawling the walls like a fucking cryptid.

"Don't touch, don't touch! Mine, mine, mine!" Moondrop raves. "Naughty, naughty people must be punished. Disposed of. Naughty. Naughty." He bares his teeth, red eyes narrowing down on the perpetrator.

Hasn't voiced this but he thinks it'd be beneficial to one day find out how to become separate entities to better please you and start a true poly relationship.

nsfw

Feels like he's gonna break you at first. His grip on you is tight, definitely gonna leave hand-shaped bruises for you in the morning.

His cock is a mix of pale pink and pale blue, flushed darker at the head and the base. His cum is also quite pearlescent, almost like stardust especially with how it shimmers beneath the light.

"So pretty. Pretty little thing." Moondrop purrs, pointed teeth shining in the light. He nudges his cockhead at your waiting entrance. He'll start off slow, because he genuinely doesn't want this to be painful for you.

He tries to keep his promise but soon enough he's bouncing your ass in his lap, hands kneading your cheeks as thick ring of cream coats the base of his soaked cock.

"Naughty girl. Like being fucked, yeah?" Moondrop's grin widened when you stared up at him surprised. He leans down to your ear, nibbling the shell softly.

"You think I couldn't hear you in the bathroom? Touching yourself to some filthy video on your break? Naughty, naughty." He punctuates with a sharp thrust.

hi, i've saw your requests open, so, i was wondering if you could write some fluff headcanons about sundroop and moondrop (separately if that can be) with a chubby s/o.

ignore this asks if its not of your liking and take your time with it. <3

A Spoonful of You.

Prompt ;; so you're a bit more chubby than some others, and what? you're wrong if you think that'll stop the daycare attendant(s) to stop thinking you're a delight, in fact, this is what they'll do. [part 1/2]

Type ;; headcanons, fluff!! [Part 2 here]

Chars. Involved ;; sunnydrop, moondrop [soon].

A/N ;; AAA this is such an adorable request, i really do hope i did it justice! Since I'm not really the skinniest myself hehe.. enjoy!

Sunnydrop.

He absolutely does not care tbh.

He dealt with kids of EVERY KIND!!! you really think a little more chubbiness is going to bother him?

He'll just take it as more of a reason to surprise hug you everytime.

Oh you're annoyed because he won't stop latching off of you?

"Gah!! I'm sosososo sorry! You're just very soft and i, i, i, i can't help myself!!!"

He'll honestly try to not absolutely squeeze you so much but yk.. it's Sun so like.. do you honestly believe he'll lay off for long?

If you're comfortable with your body, great!!!

He'll be so happy for you!!

But watch out because now everytime he wants to talk to you about something, he'll finds that he needs to squeeze your cheeks while doing it.

If you tell him that you want to get skinnier, he'll honestly get a bit bummed out because that means he won't be able to squeeze you as much anymore but he'll support you too!!

IN FACT! He'll absolutely will try to help you work out if you're okay with that!

Except sometimes he forgets that he's a robot sun animatronic made to be able to spring around with full energy without being tired.

And you, well...

Let's face it, none of us can survive running a mile 😭.

And once you tell him that, then he'll stop telling you to do jumping jacks so high you can reach the ceiling.

But he's only trying to help!!

If you're just chubby because you're a foodie, (a bit like me), he'll take mental notes of what kind of food you prefer most.

Are you a sweet tooth? The savory type? Spicy? Sour? He'll make sure to bring some of your favorites to you by asking one of the glamrocks. <3

If you're trying to go on a diet then he'll absolutely be so loud about it to people.. and by that i mean-

Oh a kid is trying to go into the Daycare with an ice cream in hand?

"No no no!! Dear, i cannot permit you to enter with that delightfully sweet snack in your hand!!! You see, my beloved (Y/n) is on a diet! And i can't let them tumble out of their goal!"

Like, omg Sun you don't gotta do that 😭😭

In the end you'll let the kid in yourself and reassure Sun that it's fine.

Either way, he really really really do love you and could care less about your shape! You're a source of happiness to him! And as long as he can cuddle with you, then everything is a-okay!

Tumblr hates me and makes me accidentally post this again when it's not finished (this is the second time in a row today) or it's just that i am absolutely so freaking clumsy, so Anon, If you're reading this, Moon is going to be here in part 2 which will arrive soon enough. I'll try to make it up by making Moon's part longer than usual (which I'm absolutely okay with since i love him sm), please treat this as a part one part two thing. I'm sorry for this mistake i h8 tumblr.

Hi!! Could I have headcanons for sundrop, Freddy, and Monty(separate) with a gn night guard s/o who’s basically the parent/guardian of Gregory??

Like maybe the time Gregory snuck into the pizza place the s/o was sick so venessa took over for them so the animatronics had no idea until one day they mention that they have a kid and the animatronics are like “ah shoot fr bring them in!!” And the s/o does and it’s just the feral child

Sorry it’s so long thanks for you time!!

Pair-ent.

Prompt ;; a situation where you tell your dear sweetheart that you have a son. You're nervous, beyond nervous actually, but quickly became so happy when they were okay and even asked you to introduce him to them. That happiness quickly turned into confusion when.. they knew him already?

Type ;; headcanons, fluff <3

Chars. Involved ;; g. freddy, monty gator, sunnydrop.

A/N ;; don't mind me just casually writing this, i know I probably should be working on the event asks but... i just love the idea of this ask sm. thank you for the idea anon! <333 also! this is an AU where gregory is not homeless and goes to school, etc! you being his parent. ALSO idk why these are so long okay I'm sorry-

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Glamrock Freddy.

You've been with Freddy for some time at this point.

He always knew you had such parental energy from the moment he laid eyes on you. It honestly makes him swoon for you even more.

Like, you just ooze of someone so caring when it comes to children, almost as if you have years experiences when it comes to them.

Little did he know that you absolutely do-

The reason that he didn't know about your son is because you never really brought him up, not to the animatronics' at least.

And it's not like he can check your job profile, it didn't have a question on whether or not you're a parent, just whether or not you have experiences dealing with kids and how old you are.

Which can just mean you were a preschool teacher in the past, how can he assume you actually have a child??

And honestly, you didn't really wanna tell him for some time- that time being how long you've known him for, which is months.

But your kid's birthday is coming soon, and you wanted to celebrate together, sooo...

The moment you approached him, you were practically sweating buckets.

I mean, you know he's not gonna be upset or anything, he's one of the most supportive and understanding being you ever known.

But it doesn't mean that you can't be nervous-

When you finally sit him down and told him you have a son, it took him a while to process.

But then his ears perked up and his eyes practically glittered!

He's beyond excited to meet who the little fella is!

Oh God oh shit wait does that mean he's a dad?? An actual father???

He's absolutely buzzing from joy thanks to this news!! You better bring your little boy so Freddy can meet him 😡

He'll be bothering you about this all night- even after he apologized three times for potentially annoying you while you're on your nightguard duties.

Look man he's just very excited:((

Tomorrow comes and Freddy just finished decorating his little room, hoping that your son will like it.

But the arrival of you and your little semi-clone is what surprised him the most.

As you guide Gregory who's currently on a blindfold, you told him to stop right before he walked into the table with the cake on it.

Freddy is just like "??? Why is Gregory here?", but it clicked in his mind like two seconds later.

His eyes widen so hard he can probably see planet pluto with it.

He didn't want to interrupt Gregory's attempt at guessing where he is so he kept quiet, and once you've opened his blindfold.

"Surprise, sweetheart! This is-"

"Surprise, superstar! I've missed you so much!"

???

WHAT.

You were about to ask him what he meant but then-

"Freddy! I've missed you too! I didn't know you'll be here?"

Wait huh-

You're just there looking at them cause like? Huh? You two know eachother? From where???

"Ahem," the two of them avert their gazes towards you, as you fold your hands by your chest, looking for answers.

"Any of you care to explain?"

Gregory just kinda look at Freddy, panic written in his eyes as he obviously forgot that you had no idea about him sneaking in. And even causing some property damage...

Freddy took notice of this and slowly hint at Greg to go hide behind him, looking at you with tender eyes in hopes that you'll cut Gregory- no, both him and Gregory some slack.

Please spare em some mercy,,

"You see, Starlight... Gregory and i-"

"You even know his name?"

"Well, yes- but that's because we've met eachother you see."

You're just looking at Gregory who's behind Freddy's legs with those parental eyes, we all know em.

"Spill."

"It wasn't my fault!! I was trying to find you after school so i went here, but all i could find was that scary blonde lady.."

You put two of your fingers on your temple, trying to understand what he's telling you.

"Gregory, did it not occur to you that maybe, just maybe, i was at home? And what do you mean ‘after school’, the show starts at 8 pm."

Uh oh Gregory, you're busted, again.

"W-well.. i maaaybe took a detour and.."

"Gregory."

Freddy, noticing the tense atmosphere immediately got in the way of you two, as he then puts a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

"Hey.. dearest, let's calm down, alright? It's the boy's birthday today! Cut him some slack, hm?"

"Right, before that. Greg, where were you actually when you weren't at home and told me that you were ‘spending the night at a friend's house’?"

Silence, even Freddy seems like he's hesitant in saying something.

"Gregory."

"I may or may not was... Here... With Freddy... But i was just trying to go home all night, i swear!"

You took a glance at Freddy for confirmation.

"That's right, dear!! He just, accidentally stayed a bit too long- which is my fault! And got trapped here due to closing time... Oh, but i did tried my best to keep him safe!"

Honestly? You're not worried all that much if Freddy kept him safe or not, it was such a great gesture sure, and the thought of it got you swooning a bit.

But like...

Gregory is your son, you know what he's capable of, and you know exactly the kind of trouble he has gotten himself into in the past.

Escaping a facility full of Animatronics that roams at night? Yeah that ain't gonna take your son down.

Still,, you're gonna need to look at his body for injuries once you get home, even though he may seem alright at the moment.

"So, the ‘little kid that snuck in and did some heavy property damage’ that Vanessa told me during her taking up my shift. That was you? Not only do i have to pay her back for having to deal with this type of trouble while covering for me, but also knowing that the one making that trouble is my own son? And the one that helped him did it, is the animatronic I'm dating?"

..

...

....

"..M-maybe it's time for some cake-?"

"...Yeah, i wanna eat my cake now.."

Goddammit.

How are you supposed to get mad at them now??

You sighed, letting both the bear animatronic and the kid go, you're gonna have to explain this to Vanessa somehow, but you're just thankful Gregory didn't let himself get caught by the security cameras. Or at least not enough for them to recognize him.

You're a bit proud of him for that tbh, and for being able to survive a whole night without crying or just,, trauma,, in general.

I guess you can let this slide... He is your feral child anyhow.

"Alright well, fine. I'll let this slide, for now. But only because you managed to impress me in some ways."

Freddy was happy you let this go, and was a bit surprised by your parenting skills. Still, he took the lighter and gave it to you, lighting the candles that is on Gregory's birthday cake.

"Happy Birthday, Darling."

"Happy Birthday, Superstar."

",,thanks guys! And (mom/dad)?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry :("

You sighed, petting him on the head. Might as well give him a nice birthday.

Montgomery Gator.

Now with Montgomery, everyone practically knew you were with him.

Since he loves showing you off to everyone, at this point it's obvious.

At one point, you kinda just blurted out that you have a kid, which in results have him really curious about your little guy.

He just wants to know if they're cool or not, who knows, maybe them two can both have some rockin' fun together!

He can teach him the Bass, cause some ruckus together and all will be well and dandy.

So you told him about Gregory, his age, how he is, etc etc.

The Gator CANNOT WAIT to meet him.

Though he kept saying that the name is kinda familiar, he just doesn't know from where, so he shrugged it off.

Back on topic; a little dude that is an absolute rowdy rascal?? He needs to meet him.

So you promised the animatronic that you'll bring your son when you can.

Which turns out to be around the next week.

Monty was playing in his golf area when you told him that your son is going to come soon.

My mans was so surprised he even missed his shot smh.

I mean, it's not like he forgot about it, haha, hahaha.

Yeah he forgot about the whole meeting your son thing. 😔

The only reason the little troublemaker can come today is because he doesn't have school the next day, so he can visit the Pizzaplex even when it's after-hours.

When Gregory arrived, he called you to ask where you were, in which you said you'll just pick him up at the entrance.

Now, when you told him to follow you into Monty Golf, he surprisingly walked ahead of you, as if he knew where it is.

And he did, somehow.

When you're at the entrance of Monty Golf, he stopped, waiting for you to catch up before asking to hold your hand when coming in.

Then the part where he meets Monty..

"Alright! Gregory, this is the person, well, animatronic who i wanted you to-"

"YOU."

You flinched, hearing Monty's voicebox boomed.

The animatronic stomped his way up to the poor boy, as he immediately hides behind you.

"AAAA (MOM/DAD) HELP!!!"

He pulled on your wrist, stumbling as he's trying to drag you to the exit.

As Monty walks menacingly towards Gregory, you got in front of him, pushing away the green animatronic.

"OKAY OKAY, WHAT'S GOING ON."

The way you raised your voice got both of them to stop, as you try to make sure no one gets hurt.

"THAT LITTLE BRAT IS THE REASON I WAS IN PARTS AND SERVICES FOR A WHOLE MONTH AND A HALF!"

"YOU WERE CHASING ME!!!"

"QUIET."

And the room falls silent, as you try to understand the current situation.

"Alright, explain. One at a time."

Yeah... Did you really think that'll work?

Both of them headbutts with eachother, trying to get you to side with them.

You rolled your eyes, as you try to make sense of what they're yelling at eachother.

"YOU FUCKING RIPPED ME IN HALF."

"YOU WERE TRYING TO FLIPPING RIP ME IN HALF!"

"Language- wait hold on. Gregory did what to you?"

A moment of silence began once more, before the bigger, metal built one out of the two scoffed, obviously displeased.

"Yeah, this rascal here, he threw the whole shitty bucket from my own goddamn area and-"

"Language."

"...and it fu- And it broke me in half."

He immediately fixed himself, trying to not disobey your warnings, no matter how annoying it may be to him.

Poor Gregory is just there looking at you like 🧍

You looked down at him, arms crossed as Monty had a smirk of satisfaction, thinking that he successfully got you to side with him.

"Two questions. One, how did you even ended up here, two, was the thing he said true? And you better say no."

He looks down, fiddling along as he slowly moves back.

You don't even know what happened when suddenly Gregory just goes >:(

Hands on his hips as he looks up, determined.

"HE-" The boy pointed, "WAS HUNTING ME DOWN!"

"He what-"

"WOAH THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU BACK TO YOUR PARENTS."

"LIAR!!! EVEN FREDDY TOLD ME NOT TO GET NEAR YOU, HE WAS WITH ME THE WHOLE TIME! AND YOU WERE JUST JUMPING AT ME WHICH WAS REALLY SCARY!"

"Kid, you fucking DESTROYED ME."

"GOOD."

"SHUT UP."

Finally, they calmed down.

You look at the both of them, intense glaring meeting both of their gazes.

After some time, they finally explained to you what happened, in which you responded with a big exasperated sigh.

"Look, i don't know how, but i want you two to get along." You told them, hand by the temple of your forehead to get rid of the headaches. Soon after, you go home with Gregory.

The first few days of your son coming with you to work that only happens on weekends finally started.

Yeah.. they didn't get along.

At first at least ;)

They had their banters, fighting for your attention.

"Does he always harass you like this??"

"Watch your mouth you fuckin' brat."

But soon enough they'll get along if they can actually move past the fact that they were out for eachother's throats-

Like when Gregory told him he can do golf better than him.

Monty was pissed- but it ended up well with them being competitive!!

They'll even cause some trouble by just stomping around the Pizzaplex with Gregory on Monty's shoulders AWE.

Or that time where they went to piss off Roxanne on purpose.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY YOU LITTLE SHITS."

"HAHAHA LANGUAGE!!!"

Cue Gregory wheezing.

Good job!! Now you have two crackheads to look after <3

Sunnydrop.

Now, this fella...

I think it's pretty obvious that he was absolutely ECSTATIC when he knew you have a kid!!

I mean, he's practically made to get along with kids sooo.

He would be BEGGING for him to meet your son.

"OOO gosh! I wonder what type of kid he is!!! Is he bad? Of course he isn't!! He's your son afterall! OH OH, MAYBE WE CAN DO FINGER PAINTING TOGETHER, what kind of food does he like???"

Like, smh, calm down Sun🧍

Watch out, cause he'll absolutely bother you about it from now on.

Trying to go home?

"OH OH! Goodbye, Sunshine!! Tell your even little-r Sunshine i said hi!!"

Just arrived at work?

"RISE AND SHINE! You look splendid today! How is little Gregory? Is he at school?? Ooh, i wanna see what he's like at school!!"

You constantly need to remind him that you two have work to do.

But at one point in time, you need to take Gregory with you because he doesn't have school, and you don't trust him enough to let the ten year-old boy be alone in your house for a whole day.

It took a little convincing since he for some reason seemed so against going to the Pizzaplex, but you managed to win him over with-

"I'll let us get McDonald's once I'm done with work."

"I want a Happy Meal AND a Mcflurry."

"??? No sir, you just had ice cream yesterday."

"Well then I'm not going."

"Gregory."

"I want a Mcflurry."

"You had ice cream last week too, you'll get sick."

"I don't care. >:("

"Gregory, i literally work at a Pizza place, you can have as much snacks there, just no ice cream."

"...fine, but can i at least play on your phone?"

"I'm very sure you have an ipad."

"It isn't as fun:("

With a sigh, you let out a small "fine." as he finally cheers at him own little victory, getting ready at the same time.

As you finally arrived to drop him off at the daycare to be looked over by Sun at the moment, the Sun persona jumped out of nowhere.

"(Y/NNNN)!!! HOORAY! Oh you brought a little guy! Hello, little on- GAH RULE BREAKER, RULE BREAKER! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! YOU'RE BANNED."

He yelled out, as he suddenly moves forward and picked up Gregory with ease. Carrying him all the way to the exit of the Daycare.

"AND STAY OUT!!"

Gregory kinda just let Sun do his thing, almost as if he knew this would happen.

You had to ask Sun directly on why he did what he did, and his answers shocks you.

"Wait, he was here? Like, here? In the Pizzaplex?"

"YES! And he broke the one rule i told him not to! He's nothing but a trouble maker!"

The way he folded his arms and sassily look away was so funny, you couldn't help but Chuckle. Gregory is still outside by the exit of the Daycare like 🧍.

Poor Gregory 😔.

You had to call him back again after convincing Sunny, explaining what happened.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT THOUGH!! I didn't mean to turn off the lights.."

"I WARNED YOU!!! And you didn't listen to me! >:("

"BUT I DIDN'T MEAN IT :("

You had to ask Gregory how he even was here in the first place, with a facepalm by the end of your talk.

Sun sided with you, both of you crossing your arms with a disappointed and a bit of anger on both of your faces as you look down on him.

"Well, i suppose I'm just glad you're safe. But you're in so much trouble young man."

"That's right! Can't wait to tell this to your parents. >:(("

A moment of silence rung as you look at him, obvious confusion seen on your face.

"Sunny?"

"Hm?"

"I'm his (mom/dad). Haven't i told you that?"

..

WHAT.

He looks at you with so much surprise that he felt like he needed to express it with his whole body, before looking at Gregory.

"So he's your son?!?!"

"Uh, yeah, i am."

"WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?!"

He picked up Gregory once more, swinging him around in delight. Even tossing him up lightly.

Gregory being banned from the Daycare??? What are you talking about?? Never happened. :)

He would absolutely do a 180 on Gregory and treat him with very obvious favoritism.

And also emphasizing to NOT turn off the lights.

It's bad enough before he was just a kid, but now knowing he's your son??? Yeah he's making sure he's safe at all costs.

After that day, he'll bug you EVEN MORE to bring Gregory again.

He'll even prepare stuff for Gregory this time, what his favorite activities are, etc etc.

Peace and quiet? Never heard of it.

Good luck, comrade.

omg your smut is so good wtf??? 😳 aaaa could you possibly write Monty x shy afab reader who has a praise kink??

note: my shy ass with a praise kink,,, AND WITH MONTY?? don’t call me out like that,,

warnings: dubcon, noncon, praise, petnames (good girl, pretty girl, baby), afab!reader, tummy bulge, implied possessiveness, orgasm denial, light teasing, choking, semi-public sex, minors dni

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Rock n’ Rhythm

“You gotta be quiet, baby or they’ll hear ya.” His voice rumbled as he dragged you up and down his length at a rough pace.

You bit your lip as you swallowed down a moan, the obvious bulge in your tummy prominent when he sits you down on himself ripping an orgasm from you again.

”Monty…” “What is it, pretty girl?“ He coos at your reddening face as you duck your head down into his chest to hide yourself, it was embarrassing.

”Can’t get off on your own, hm?” He snickers at the look on your face as he holds your chin between his index and thumb, claws grazing against your soft skin.

Your eyes avert to the side and your stomach swirls with shyness and arousal. The distant sound of a birthday party happening reminds you of your situation.

”Monty we really shouldn’t do this…” “And yet nothin’ was stopping you from climbin‘ onto my lap to ride my cock.” He smirks, picking his sunglasses between his fingers and pulling them down ever so slightly as he winks at you.

”C’mon, baby, don’t get shy now.”

He lifts you by the hips and drops you back down ripping a mewl from your pretty lips as you grip into his shoulders for support.

”Show me how badly you want it, pretty.” He says, leaning back in the cushioned chair with his hands behind his head as he watched you with a smirk.

You mumble in frustration, slowly moving yourself up his cock with a sigh and moving back down with a whine.

Your hands grip at his chest as you bounce in his lap, clit bumping against his pelvis and sparking arousal through your pussy as you find a good rhythm. Your breasts bouncing as you pant, eyes half lidded as you look up at Monty who watches in amusement.

He places a hand on your hip, he knows you’re getting close, thighs burning with exhaustion and he stops you, halting your movements as you mewl and whisper in protest.

His grip on your hips tightens as he suddenly starts pounding up into your cunt, the lewd sounds of your juices reverberating off the walls of his dressing room.

He moves a hand up and gropes at your tits, lightly pulling and pinching your perky nipples between his claws as he bounces you on his cock.

”Such a good girl, takin’ me so well.” He groans, a growl followed after as he moves his hand from your breasts to your throat, squeezing very enough to make your breathing difficult as your tongue peeks between your lips.

”Do you feel it? Ya feel me hitting all yer spots?” He chuckles at the moan you let out when his hand gripping your hip moves to press against the bulge in your tummy.

You bite your lip hard as your gummy walls squeeze him tight, almost affecting his pace as you clamp down on him.

”Do you like hearing me call you a good girl?” Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes his length again. “You do, I can feel it. Such a pretty girl, all for me.”

Each praise shoots like lightning to your sopping cunt, a white ring around the base of his cock as his tip kisses your cervix.

”Monty ‘m gonna cum!..” “Are ya, baby?” He chuckles, gripping your throat a little tighter as your eyes gloss over and your body trembles as you slowly reach your peak.

”Go on, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, yeahh, such a good girl aren‘t ya?” He groans as your pussy convulses around his dick, spasming as your juices leak around his length.

He pats your head softly as you rest against his chest, cock still buried and clenched by your gummy walls as you slowly regain yourself.

He nuzzles his face against yours, cheers outside heard as a birthday candle is blown out.

You both hear the muffled voice of a child saying, “Where is Monty Gator? He’s my favorite, Mom!”

He kisses your forehead before lifting you off of himself and handing you your clothes that were most likely shreds of fabric.

”Let’s go wish the kid a happy birthday alright, baby?”

just a short little thing, but:  Imagine being William’s partner and slowly becoming a positive parental figure to his kids. Evan waking the both of you up because he had a nightmare–tiny fists rapping at your door in quick time, as if he was being chased by a monster. You open the door, lifting him up into your arms and pressing a small kiss to his tear-stained cheek. “It’s okay, little bear. Wanna sleep in our bed tonight?” You offered. Evan looks over at your queen-sized bed, seeing his father still half-asleep. He shakes his head ‘no’ frantically, small fingers clutching tighter onto your shirt. Noticing his fear, you quickly reassure him, “It’s alright! He won’t be mad at you. I promise.” Evan buries his face in your chest, gripping your shirt even tighter. You get him settled into the soft blankets, and for once, his fearful expression fades, finally relaxing. His brows were no longer furrowed; his mouth was no longer pointed downwards in a frown. Evan was nuzzled between you and William, finally safe from all of the monsters in his mind.

[Blueycapsules]

William Afton x reader

ok, so like- for a month or so I've been using lipstick and i just love it - very fancy! :D

and i can't help but want to pepper the lovable bastard's face with silly little kisses and leave lipstick marks on it-

i just think it's a cute idea-

so that's pretty much what this is about :D

[tw: possible typos and/or other small mistakes | any possible triggers are mentioned at the beginning of each headcanon where necessary | fluff | headcanons | one-shot]

[word count: 1.641 words | 8.799 characters]

[first published: 09.04.2022]

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first, some headcanons for William with a reader that likes wearing lipstick 'cause i need those and maybe so do you-

ok, so-

while he doesn't show it, William adores that you wear it - bonus points if your lipstick is purple!

it just makes your lips stand out so much- he gets easily distracted by them because of this. not that he minds-

regardless of your true motives of leaving lipstick marks on his face, William thinks you do this only to "mark" him as yours-

internally, he's fanmanning (this is a word now, i don't care-) every time you do that - this silly little gesture of yours makes him feel very special and appreciated and loved and-

William really loves that, ok?

you know how characters in old cartoons react when kissed? that's William-

another thing he can get drunk on besides alcohol it's your silly little kisses-

when he is very focused on something, you can kiss and leave as many lipstick marks on him as you want 'cause he won't realise it.

William will either notice the silly marks in a reflection or when someone lets him know he has something on his face.

"heh, Willy! you've got something on your face!"

"wot? and don't call me that!"

*wheezing sounds*

"bloody 'ell-"

*William goes to the nearest mirror*

"oh..."

*fanmanning intensifies*

no, but like William will literally sigh dreamily and twirl a strand of hair between his fingers as he admires each and every mark you placed on him-

the downside of this is you need to clean the lipstick marks off of William's face since he won't do it himself-

he just wants to keep them forever there.

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lipstick

standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you stare intensely back and forth between your lips and the lipstick you bought some time ago.

you can't remember why you even bought it as you have never really worn lipstick - at least not until now.

maybe it's the pretty container that made you buy it or maybe it was just an acquisition made on impulse - regardless of the motive, you did indeed buy it.

since the day it was legally yours and yours only, the lipstick in question was used not even once - placed in the little cabinet above the bathroom's sink, it saw the light of day on rare occasions if at all.

you would usually look at the lipstick but pay no mind to it - only a passing glance before moving on with your day.

today was different.

as you opened the cabinet to take some hand cream, your eyes fell onto the lipstick. instead of ignoring it as you usually do, you ended up staring at it.

in that moment, some silly little memories came to your mind.

you remembered when you were nothing but a small child, sometimes finding lipsticks around the house. you would always apply them when no one was around - and what a mess you were able to do every single time!

applying it with the grace of a person whose hand was stuck in a cookie jar, it was everywhere but on your lips somehow-

a small smile crosses over your features as such memories keep flooding your mind.

... what if you tried to use one now? it can't be that hard, can it? it's basically like colouring within the lines in a children's book - easy as pie.

not to mention you're not a kid anymore. you're a grown-ass adult - if you can colour within the lines, you can paint your lips as well!

finally and for the first time, you take its cap off. hiding underneath it was a beautiful reddish-purple shade. carefully, you roll the lipstick out - it looks perfect.

well, it's not like you used it to begin with-

but my point still stands. you almost don't want to use it only to keep it in this beautiful state...

haha, no- the urge to try it on is way too strong. so strong it won in the end. bringing it closer to your upper lip, you try and follow its contour. it's not as easy as you thought it would be-

with a shaky, inexperienced hand you manage to do your upper lip. it's not that bad actually - just a bit messy.

you have slightly coloured outside the lines.

but that's ok. taking a cotton swab, you let some warm water fall over it above the sink. you close a bit more the distance between you and the mirror before tracing the wet cotton over the surplus of lipstick, erasing it as if you were rubbing the pencil off of a paper with an eraser - maybe not that easy tho.

the lipstick did smudge and you had to use another cotton swab. even so, the final result was more or less perfect!

after repeating the process but this time with your bottom lip, you look proudly at yourself in the mirror.

it's weird.

you feel so weird.

it does look absolutely amazing! you can't stop staring at your now colourful lips! it's just that you're not quite used to it yet.

as you check your lips from all the possible sides with a childish glee inside your eyes, William comes into your mind.

you gotta show him! you're curious about his reaction.

but as curious as you are, you're also way too busy checking yourself in the mirror.

"William!" you shout from the bathroom - you concluded it's better for him to come to you. your eyes are still glued on your painted lips - you can't stop smiling.

"wot?" he yells back from the living room.

best you can do right now is prepare yourself as more shouting is to come!

"can you come to me for a second?"

"i can't! i am watching Harry Pottha'!"

"oh, come on! you've seen it a million times already! move your ass over here!"

"Y/N, we've talked about this! mah ass has long been gone..."

"oh, shit- right, sorry-" how could you? how could you bring it up? such a sensitive topic for the man...

shame on you, Y/N. shame on you-

"may it rest in peace..."

sometimes the price for immortality is quite expensive, wouldn't you think so? well, not really actually-

in his younger days, his twenties and early thirties to be more precise, he used to be called "William Asston" by those who knew him.

i am sure you have already guessed why such a nickname has been given to him therefore there's no need for further explanation on the matter.

as time passed, so his butt began to disappear.

the remnant William is working on? haha, yeah- the immortality bit is actually only a side effect of it. its real purpose, as the man himself has explained to you, was to regain his ass.

as you can tell, it failed him miserably.

William is still working on the remnant now but only out of spite-

"please! come for a second!" you plead once again.

"bloody 'ell, foine!" his steps are slow and heavy. it's taking him forever to arrive-

but when he does arrive you see him in the mirror. you see him come into the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.

"wot is it?" such annoyance in his voice. don't be surprised about it - you did disturb his little marathon of Harry Pottha' after all.

you finally face away from the mirror. the eyes once glued to the reflection of your lips are now focused on the man in front of you.

"do you notice something different?" your smile only grows bigger with each word that leaves your mouth.

bringing a hand to his chin, William squints his eyes at you - something is different indeed! he just can't seem to notice what it is that is different about you.

he's been staring for a good amount of time already...

you shake your head as a chuckle makes its way out of your mouth "my lips, luv. notice something different about them?" he looks at you with such a puzzled expression, oh my-

you can't even tell if he's for real or just messing with you right now.

William squints even more. his eyes are almost closed at this point - he's defeated.

... or is he?

he does the thing! you know - the thing where he presses his pointer on his cheek and looks at you with big innocent eyes, mouth pouting.

"i am afraid i don't, luv..." he sounds so genuine... but you know this man for long enough - silly little acts like this don't trick you anymore.

"why don't ya show me then, hmm?" his expression doesn't change but you can hear the smirk in his voice regardless. silly little bitc-

a sigh leaves your mouth. there's no other way with this man, is it now?

walking closer to him, you lean down on his level. his eyes follow your every move as you cup his face gently in your hands. you press a quick yet hard kiss on each of his cheeks - gotta make sure you leave a nice mark on them after all.

you take a step back and admire your little artwork - your hands are still holding his head. if it wasn't for the purplish tone of it, your lipstick would have gone unnoticed on William's face that can't stop the wave of red paint from spreading across it-

it's William's turn to have his gaze glued on your lips now. drunkish smile on, he leans his weight more into your hands, slowly melting in your touch.

well, no words need to be spoken - William loves it too! maybe even more than you do-

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it took longer than expected to finish it ^^" a bit busy with school and couldn't focus only on it - that's why it's also kinda short and falls flat at the end D:

anyway, for the next two weeks or so i will be able to focus on silly little fics again so it's ok :D

hope y'all enjoyed it!

[Blueycapsules]

Dave Miller x reader

ok, so like-

this is a random idea that keeps me up at night - when in his 'Dave Miller' act, William asks you about the small bracelet you're always wearing and taking good care of.

why?

William gave you that bracelet at the beginning of your relationship. when he sees you're still wearing it, even after he disappeared without a trace, he gets a bit intrigued.

[tw: possible typos and/or other small mistakes | slight angst - big sad™ | not so sure if fluff | one-shot]

[word count: 1.550 words | 8.060 characters]

[first published: 20.04.2022]

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the story behind the bracelet

(no idea for a proper title-)

"-and that's how ya put down a fire with nothin' but yer bare hands in Texas!" said no one but your favourite british under cover texan while leaning forward with his elbows on the table, head rested nicely on the top of his hands.

lunch break at the pizzeria is for sure something else when 'Dave' keeps you company. he might not shut up about himself... like, at all-

but, hey! that's his charm after all. not only that, but having 'Dave' talk your ear off all day helps you tear your mind away from him.

with a lazy gaze and his usual grin on, he looks with what some would call true texan pride at you - his ridiculous stories from Texas never fail to bring a bright smile to your face.

it's a sight he never thought he would get to see again.

...

and he absolutely hates it.

for once in his life, he hates that he has to lie.

once. just this once he wants to tell the truth - to tell you the truth, but he can't.

he's happy he gets to see you every day though! and knowing that you are ok, safe and sound even, feels as if a heavyweight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

he sees you but you don't see him - instead, all you see is Dave Miller.

hell, he sometimes wonders if it's him or Dave that brings that smile to your face! he can't help but feel somehow jealous of his act.

it's Dave that gets to spend his time with you, after all. it's with Dave that you smile. with him you laugh and joke around. with him you talk - not with him.

"how do you even find yourself in these situations-"

he throws a wink at you but you fail to catch it "that's just a part of bein' texan for ya, pardner!" 'Dave' says as his eyes fall on your hands. you've been fidgeting for a while, messing with the bold purple bracelet on your wrist.

William smiles to himself 'they still have it, hm?'

he noticed it from the moment he saw you on the day he came to apply for a job. about three months have passed since then and he can't believe you're wearing it still.

not only that but the care you take of it - placing it securely into your pocket when you have to do something that might result in damaging it otherwise, always checking it, making sure is still there and safe, even yanking your hand away from the kids who wanna touch it with their greasy pizza fingers.

the way you play with it when you're nervous or how you look at it when lost in thought as a wave of sadness washes over your eyes.

he noticed all of it.

and he still notices it. William can't help the way his heart melts yet aches every single time he sees you doing your little gestures just to keep the bracelet safe... to somehow keep him a part of your life.

and you do all that. especially after he left without a trace, you still go through all of it.

you haven't let go of him completely. you still love him... don't you?

he has to know.

"anyway, enough 'bout me! wanna hear 'bout ya instead!"

"about me?" you ask taken aback by his words. it's an odd suggestion coming from him.

"yep! somethin' wrong 'bout it?"

"no, i just- i never thought that you, from all people, would want to talk about something that isn't yourself-" you say it playfully, but it's the truth - if there's one thing this texan loves more than anything it is talking about himself. if the conversation isn't about him, he will do all he can only to turn it around so it will be about him in the end-

"what can i say? i'm fulla' surprises!" he for sure is! but are you?

"ehh... what's there to say about me anyway? haha-" the thought of actually having to talk about yourself isn't that pleasant actually-

"there must be somethin'! think, Y/N! think!"

"i- i don't know..." and just like that, the perfect opportunity came to him earlier than he has expected.

"well, why doncha tell me 'bout yer bracelet over there, then?" he just points to it with his hand from under his chin. "noticed ya take quite the care of it! it must be special to ya." something familiar burns within his eyes but you can't tell what it is and so you just try and brush it off

"this? oh, heh- my lovable bastard of a boyfriend gave it to me!" your voice is filled with love while saying that but there's something else too.

it's his turn to be taken aback now 'they still consider me their boyfriend...?' he should be happy right now, shouldn't he? instead, he just feels like the biggest piece of shit the world has ever seen-

you manage to hide it quite well, but William can see through it - you're hurt.

and he's the reason for it.

his bloody ego has to come into play as well, no? - as much as he hates to do this to you, he still needs to hear more.

"boyfriend ya say? care to tell me more 'bout him?"

"oh, uhm- well, he's quite a... complicated guy, you see." 'Dave' just nods, waiting for you to continue "that's what i love about him, actually!" your eyes linger on the bracelet, fingers playing gently with it. your expression, your voice, everything about you is so soft as you talk about him.

he feels his heart clenching in his chest.

"he might be an asshole most of the time, but-"

"does he treat you bad, pardner?" the man asks, masking his anxiety without bothering to put effort into it.

you take offence at that question "what? no! he could never-" your grip on the bracelet tightness "and as i was saying, he's an asshole- but not towards me. he's always been so... kind to me. that in his own weird way, you could say, heh..." every loving word that leaves your mouth makes him hate himself even more. you don't deserve this - he doesn't deserve you.

he just puts more salt on the wound now "couldn't help but notice talkin' 'bout him made ya sad... did somethin' happen?"

"i... i don't know..."

you think about telling him what's been bothering you for the past three months. 'Dave' is your best friend after all! you trust him enough to open up about this and maybe, just maybe, letting it all out will help you a bit "one day he just- he just disappeared... he left nothing behind."

'here we go.'

"i tried to call him every day- i still do! hell, i am even rehearsing what to say when he finally picks up... if he ever picks up."

silence fills the room. taking a few breaths in and out you try speaking again "i don't know, i just- i really miss him- i want him back... what if something bad has happened to him, i-" small tears form in the corners of your eyes. he takes quick notice of it "hey now, come 'ere."

'Dave' stands up from the table with arms wide open. walking to your side, he lets you bury your face into his chest - a familiar feeling of comfort washes over you as he wraps his arms around you. it's warm.

it feels like home.

hot tears are staining the nice purple fabric of his shirt instantly. he couldn't care less about it right now.

rubbing your back with gentle circular motions he speaks up in an uncharacteristically soft tone "i am sure he's out there somewhere-"

"what- what if he hates me? maybe that's why he left-"

"now, now. don't be silly, pardner. only an idiot would be capable of leaving such a treasure like yerself!"

"heh, well- he is some sort of an idiot- my idiot..." you try to joke a bit in hopes you might calm down a bit. you also earn a small chuckle out of the texan "he sure is..." his own eyes start to feel watery.

it hurts him. deeply.

you both sit in a somehow comfortable silence as he tries his best to calm you down. he has missed your warm more than he would like to admit.

the sound of your breath slowly calming down lures him into his own thoughts - he wants to tell you.

not sure himself when but he will tell you.

he has to.

but right now it's just not the moment.

"how 'bout we go wash these tears away from yer pretty face and then i can buy ya some ice cream, hm?" he suggests as he moves your head away from his chest so he could face you. the sight of your tear-stained cheeks pains him so much.

you smile weakly up at him before nodding "that sounds nice, actually... thank you, Dave."

'Dave.' he hates it. this whole act - he just hates it.

"anything for ya, pardner!" 'Dave's' happy go lucky self is back as he helps you stand up.

'absolutely anything.'

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shit shit shit- this was not supposed to be sad- halp- me is very sorry-

it was supposed to be fluffy- what have i done? :'D there's no fluff, only sad- nyeheheh i feel bad aaaahhh- i was supposed to use my silly little powers of using words to bring joy and smiles, not sadness and tears-

am i exaggerating? definitely-

hope you enjoyed it?! :D?

[Blueycapsules]

fluff alphabet: William Afton

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for almost every letter, there are two sets of headcanons because i found two lists and liked them both, so yeah-

'you' list

'partner' list

[tw: small mentions of drunk William | any other possible triggers are mentioned at the beginning of each headcanon where necessary | possible typos and/or other small mistakes | William might be a bit ooc | fluff | headcanons]

[word count: 4,973 words | 25,682 characters]

[first published: 21.02.2022]

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[A]

Activities - what do they like to do with their partner? how do they spend their free time with them?

spending time in each others company - he doing his thing, you doing your own thing.

you can be reading on the couch, and he will sit next to you, watching TV or doodling - he might even start sketching small doodles of you doing whatever you're doing at the said moment!

it's canon that William can draw, so i think he does that sometimes when bored.

if you also draw, you two would also spend time drawing together! :D

he also loves spending his time with you while cuddling each other!!! but he would rarely initiate it-

Admiration - what do they admire about you?

anything and everything-

no, but really, William admires everything about you. from the way you walk to the way your smile shines when he compliments you.

the way your eyes sparkle when someone brings up one of your favourite things.

the way his name dances on your lips every time you say it.

the way you stim when you're happy.

the way your laugh echos in his ears, especially if he made you laugh.

the way you're, well... you.

[B]

Beauty - what do they adore about their partner? what do they think is beautiful about them?

your eyes - the way you look at him! your gaze is filled with love every time you look at him-

he just can't get enough of it! even if on the outside he looks just fine, on the inside he is melting.

just throw a small glance his way, add your usual sweet smile, and boom- you've made his day a whole lot better.

Body - what is their favourite part of your body?

hands, definitely hands- your hands are just so gentle with him.

William wasn't used to having someone treat him with such care in the beginning, but he quickly got used to it. the way you hold his hand, caress his face, play with his hair- your touch is all his soul needs.

also, if u have them, tiddies- woman tiddies, man tiddies, non-binary tiddies, big or small, it doesn't matter, he will bury his face into them. they're just so soft!

if you don't have them, he will still bury his face into your chest-

either way, he can still listen to your heartbeat, especially before going to sleep - your heartbeat is like a lullaby for this man, helping him calm down his thoughts.

also, don't get me started on your thighs- he loves them too. crush his head in-between your thighs and he will thank you-

[C]

Cuddling - how do they like to cuddle?

he would never admit it, but he absolutely loves being the little spoon. makes him feel loved and taken care of. as i said above, William likes having his head buried into your chest.

he also likes laying his head on your lap or in between your thighs. please, play with his hair when he does so, he really loves that shit.

he just loves being wrapped around you as your hands roam around his body.

[D]

Dates - what does their ideal date with you look like?

i think he isn't very big on dates-

when it comes to dates, i see him being a bit laid back and really enjoying home dates, with just the two of you.

on those dates, you could be watching TV (other movies than Harry Potter, which is something coming from William-) while snuggling into each other.

you could also cook dinner together! on time, William tried cooking dinner for the two of you- the kitchen was a focking mess, sure, but surprisingly the food was delicious - i actually think he can cook very well (as long as it's not one of those British dishes that killed Sunny, that's it-).

[E]

Emotions - how do they express emotion around you?

this man has no idea how to express emotions to save his life-

he loves you a lot, you're the best thing that has ever happened to him! but he has no idea how to tell you that-

when he tries, he just gets so flustered- he is nothing like his usual smooth-talking, son of a bitch self. tripping over words, avoiding that gaze of yours that makes him go weak in the knees.

peck his cheek while he's stumbling over words and he will freeze; peck his lips and congratulations! William.exe has stopped working.

sometimes it gets very frustrating for him, so please be patient! William may lash at you at times because of said frustration, and holy fock does he feel ever so sorry for it! he tries apologising, but again, he is unable to can-

he usually buys, or even crafts you little gifts himself to show you he's sorry and that he loves and cares about you.

Equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

ok, ok, so he has the impression he is the dominant one just because you are rather passive. in reality, you can say he is wrapped around your finger.

William can't function properly after you tell him he's pretty so just imagine how the motherfucker would react if you called him, for example, a good boi™

[F]

Family - do they want one? if they do, when?

all i can say is that in his eyes, the two of you alone are already a family, so yeah-

William's perfectly content with being just the two of you.

Fight - would it be easy for them to forgive their partner? how are they fighting?

let's get this out of the way, he could never not forgive you, unless you betray him in some way or another - then you would most probably be dead where you stand /j

very serious fights between the two of you rarely happen, but when they do happen, William tends to get a bit verbally violent (as in shouting), but nothing more than that. he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he somehow managed to hurt you.

after the fight, when both of you have calmed down a bit, you will most probably be the one to try bringing the subject up again - and this time, William will try his best to remain calm. when everything is cleared up, regardless of who was in the right and who was in the wrong, he will apologise to you.

it may be a small mumbled "sorry" under his breath, but he really means it-

[G]

Gifts - how do they feel about gift-giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?

i think gift-giving is his main love language actually. as i said above, he sucks at expressing his emotions towards you, so gifts are his way to go to show you that he cares!

William is also the type to buy you something you've mentioned one single time - he heard you one time telling Henry about this new perfume shop in Hurricane and that you really wanted to try their bitch scented perfume, but you never managed to find it.

expect William to never forget that. still, don't expect him to go just for it (or for other things that you have mentioned). he's more of the type to buy you those things when he stumbles over them, rather than searching actively for them, if that makes sense.

if he stumbles over that perfume you've mentioned, he would definitely buy it for you.

Gratitude - how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their partner is doing for them?

in general, William is not the most grateful person ever (what a surprise-), but when it comes to you, he can't be more grateful to have you! he still wonders sometimes why you chose him when you had better options for sure-

William really treasures you and your relationship.

he is aware of what you do for him and has no idea how to thank you enough for every little thing you do-

he tries doing small things for you in return as well - like helping you with work, reminding you to take breaks, cooking for you, etc.

but most of the time, he shows his gratitude towards you with gifts!

[H]

Holding hands - when/how do they like to hold hands?

William likes holding your hand whenever he can when he's in public with you just so he can make sure people get you are his and he is yours.

sometimes, when deep in thought or just zoning out, he takes your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, without noticing.

now, when this happens, bring his hand to your lips and kiss it, he will lose his shit-

he might also reach for your hand, squeezing it a bit when he's uncomfortable or just wants to go home.

Honesty - do they have secrets they hide from their partner? or do they share everything?

he trusts you a lot, but there will be things he won't share with you, not because he doesn't trust you with keeping his secrets, nope. rather because he thinks you are gonna think different of him, or, even worse, leave him.

William usually comes to you when things bother him, and actually tries to talk about them with you, at the best of his abilities anyway.

but when there is something worse he wants to talk about, he's just gonna talk with Vincent, even if it won't help him very much.

[I]

Injury - how would they act if you got hurt?

rage - if someone hurt you, expect him to try and get rid of them.

if you hurt yourself while doing something stupid, expect him to first laugh his ass off like the bitch he is- after that he would make a snarky remark adding

"i told you it was a schewpid idea."

if it's nothing too bad, William would jokingly kiss it to make it feel better.

if it is pretty bad, then expect him to lecture you while bandaging you up.

[tw: implied self-harm]

if you are hurting yourself, he would try his best to comfort you about it without lashing at you and then he would try helping you out in getting rid of the habit. William might not be great with words of comfort, but he will be there for you, always keeping an eye on you, making sure you won't hurt yourself again.

Inspiration - did their partner change them somehow, or the other way around? like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

watching something other than Harry Potter was for sure a starter-

[tw: mention of child murder]

ok, for real now, one major impact you have had on him was choosing his victims-

as much as he hates, for example, the Boseman kids, he won't kill them because he knows they are very dear to you - which is really something coming from William.

he instead goes for random kids that get lost around the pizzeria, but shhh-

going for something more wholesome now-

William actually starts taking better care of himself when it comes to personal hygiene! his hair was so fluffy after he washed it for the first time since god knows when-

also, even if he (in my headcanon at least-) can actually cook, i don't think he ever does it for himself because "it's a waste of time" so he mostly lives on pizza and other snacks. but since he met you, he started making his own food! well, he mostly does it for you, but you take no shit from this bitch and convince him to eat as well.

if you also cook, expect your food to be his favourite! whatever you cook, William will eat.

[J]

Jokes - do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?

since he is so small™ he likes hiding around the house and/or pizzeria just so he can jumpscare you.

this bitch thinks it's funny how you react-

he also likes scaring the Boseman kids as a way of revenge when he has the chance, not to mention your help is really appreciated.

remember how Jerry jumped on William's back when he had the spring bonnie suit on?

well, he still does that - quite often actually.

to give "the little shit" a scare, William asked you to carry some pasta (rigatoni - to be more precise) around you, so when Jerry jumps on his back again, you can step on them to make a loud cracking sound - i think you can see where i am going with this.

as expected, a few days after he asked you to carry it, Jerry jumped on his back. as William falls to the ground with the kid happily laughing on his back, you step on the pasta-

crack

Jerry immediately stops laughing, eyes getting wide - he starts apologising only to be cut off by William's laugh.

of course, you go and calm Jerry down and make sure he's ok. after that, you turn back to the man behind the slaughter who is still laughing his ass on the floor.

the bitch-

you still wonder why you helped him with this-

Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

oh boy, does he get jealous-

this jealousy doesn't come from a place of mistrust tho - it more likely comes from a place of insecurity.

he's afraid someone will come into your life and would charm you so much that you would leave him for them. not to mention there are moments when he thinks you deserve better than him, so he wouldn't really blame you if you left, but if this were to happen, it would really devastate him.

when jealous, William becomes a bit more touchy with you - mostly holding your hand/s or wrapping his arms around your waist.

even if he wanted, he doesn't know how to talk to you about this, so sometimes at night, when he has had a particularly hard day dealing with his jealousy, he would ask quietly

"Y/N? you still luv me?...right?"

you can tell he's very insecure because he didn't use one of his usual pet names for you. just wrap your arms around his head, bringing him closer to you in the process. peck his forehead and tell him you still love him. let your fingers play lazily with his hair.

he would then take a small breath, mumbling a small "thank you" as he lets it out, then would bury his head deeper into the crock of your neck.

if you ask him what's wrong, William would just tense up a bit before saying "nothing."

don't press the matter up, just let him know that whenever he wants to talk about what's bothering him, you will always be there to listen - he would be ever so grateful for that.

[K]

Kisses - are they a good kisser? what was the first kiss like?

i wouldn't say he's the worst, but he's not the best either - do what you will with this.

when you first kissed him, it was like kissing a wall- he just froze on the spot. he wanted to try again, but it ended up with just a small peck since he was way too embarrassed to do it properly-

(more) Kisses - how do they like to kiss you?

more like "how does Wiliam like to be kissed" since this man over here almost never initiates kisses-

he just loves it when you rest your hands on his hips, bringing him closer by them, or when you run your fingers through his hair. he also loves it when you hold his face and caress his cheeks during the kiss-

when he kisses you tho, William doesn't go for your lips - he goes instead for your neck, shoulders and jawline. he just really loves kissing you in those places since it makes him feel a bit dominant when doing so.

[L]

Love - how do they show you they love you?

as i said above, gift-giving! this is his main love language actually!

speaking of love languages, spending quality time together with you is one of them - not to mention you can also spend your time together cuddling (physical touch.)

he also shows his love through acts of service, be they big or small - he wants to show you that you can count on him if you ever need to!

when it comes to verbally expressing his love tho, he kinda sucks-

William may master the art of bullshitting people, but when it comes to you, he is just unable to can-

he doesn't want to manipulate you, he wants to actually tell you how he feels, it's just that he has never done that before, so it's kinda difficult for him.

even if he doesn't say it often, he really loves you <3

Love confession - how would they confess to their partner?

the only way this man would confess is if he's drunk-

that's it.

it's either you who confesses or his drunk ass self-

[M]

Memory - favourite memory together?

one of William's favourite memories of you two would be that night you spent together for the first time at your house.

you were both laying on your bed, talking about whatever, telling jokes while laughing your asses off, gossiping your co-workers. it may be pretty vague, but it's one of his favourite memories because it was the first time since forever when he actually enjoyed someone else's company - when he actually felt happy to be with someone.

[N]

Nicknames - what do they call their partner?

he usually goes for "luv" and "dear/darling" like the British man he is-

also, when he simply calls you by your name, no nickname attached, he is surely bothered by something and doesn't really know how to bring the matter up or is just having a shitty day.

Nightmare - what is their worst fear?

he has some fears, of course, but one regarding you is simply losing you - losing you in any way possible (be it dying, you leaving him, losing you at the store-). this man can't stand the feeling he might lose you someday.

poor boy-

William actually opened up to you about this fear (shocking, i know-) then he told you about the remnant (not all the details, of course-) and asked you to trust him and take a dose of it, just so one of the ways he could lose you to be cut off the list.

[O]

Oddity - what is one quirk they have?

being a murderer, so quirky-

eh, i don't know if this counts, but his cat-like personality?

(here is the evidence for that :D)

i don't know, i just think it's pretty funny and accurate-

On cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

he is pretty much his normal son of a bitch self as long as he is not around you. when he is around, William is either a bit more retreated than usual or he tries getting your full attention, there's no in-between.

also, he isn't as much of an asshole as he usually is, but just when you are around.

for those around him is pretty damn obvious - especially for Cassidy, who just teases the living shit outta this man-

g i f t g i v i n g

this man is gonna give you so many gifts-

in the beginning, he would give you stuff like chocolate and maybe flowers.

but as he gets to know you, his gifts will start to vary.

he will even craft them himself!

[P]

PDA - are they upfront about their relationship? do they brag about their partner in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he would hold your hand/s, or have an arm around your waist, but that's pretty much it. he doesn't like PDA that much because of vulnerability - he doesn't want others to see him in that state, so he won't go over the board with affection in public.

not to mention Cassidy's never-ending teasing - he absolutely hates it.

if you do decide to get a bit more affectionate in public tho, he will just mentally curse you- that until he gives up and accepts his loving fate <3

William does brag about you, quite a lot actually, but mostly when drunk-

[Q]

Quirk - some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship

his ability to read people and their intentions, i guess. it's not always accurate, but it's something to take into consideration.

[R]

Rhythm - what song reminds you of them?

i can't choose a single song, so here are the top ten that came to my mind-

Alive - Anthony Warlow

Blood // Water - grandson

Come Little Children - Erutan

Horrible Kids - Set It Off

my boy - Billie Eilish

People I Don't Like - UPSHAL

Rise a Little Hell - Jeremy Jordan (also, almost all the songs from Bonnie and Clyde - The Musical make me think of him-)

Stacy's Dad - cover by annapantsu

That Beautiful Sound - Alex Brightman

Trust in Me - Scarlett Johansson

BONUS:

top five songs that i think would remind William of you/would make him think of you :D

100 Years - [Clover] OR3O

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Bonnie - Jeremy Jordan

Church - Fall Out Boy

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar (i had to put this one here too-)

[S]

Support - are they helping their partner achieve their goals? do they believe in them?

of course! his main type of support would be financial support since he has them money-

this might be the only occasion he would actually try using the art of bullshitting™ on you - he would try to help you become more confident in yourself and in your abilities, even if he has to lie a bit to do that-

even so, i see him as the type of person to cut your wings early on if your dream is unachievable - he just doesn't want you to suffer when finally facing reality.

[T]

Time - how long did it take you to get together?

ok, ok for this i have two possible scenarios:

1. not very much actually, after a few months since William has had his feelings towards you figured out.

he drunkenly confessed tho-

2. so, William isn't the best at hiding the fact that he has fallen for you- let's say it takes you at most two months to figure out his feelings towards you. since you do feel the same towards him, and you know for a fact this man isn't going to tell how he feels without some help, you decide to act around him like you already are in a relationship - he is a smart ass man, he has to figure it out, amirite?

wrong-

this man has no idea what's going on.

why the fock are you acting like that towards him? do you want something from him?

you couldn't possibly like him back? could you?

nah, these are just hopeless dreams-

one day tho, you were talking with Henry and he asked what plans did you have for the day after your shift, to which you say

"oh, i am just gonna spend it with my boyfriend!"

William, hearing what you said from up the stage where he was fixing one of the animatronics, almost fell off his chair-

since when did you have a boyfriend?

man became sad :(

he tried to focus more on the animatronics for the rest of the day.

as everyone's shift came to an end, the only people left in the pizzeria were William and (surprise, surprise-) you. he had to stay for a bit more, some problems with the animatronics. and you? you wanted to keep your boyfriend some company <3

after some time since your shift ended, he finally notices you-

"aren't you supposed to spend the day with your boyfriend?" he asks in a cold tone.

"i am, silly."

walking on the stage, you hug him from behind and ask him if there is anything you can help him with, or if you could bring him something to eat/drink.

he tenses up.

'wot the fock-'

he finally put the pieces together! incredible-

"... since when am i your boyfriend?"

"four months i think-" you laugh a little at his dumbfounded expression.

you then explain to this poor little man the situation - it makes him feel like the biggest fool in the world.

"does it mean we are official now?" you ask him grinning.

William smiles warmly at you, such a rare sight.

"yeah, i think it does."

shit, i turned this into a small one-shot-

anyway-

[U]

Upset - how do they act when you’re upset?

this man has no idea what to do-

he will awkwardly pat your back or hug you, not saying anything because he doesn't want to say something stupid and upset you even more.

he will stay by your side as much as you need, trying to help you feel better in any way he can.

if you want to be left alone, he would let you be, but not more than a few hours-

even if he won't know what to say, William would still listen to you if you want to tell him the reason you're upset.

[V]

Vaunt - do they like to show you off?

of course he does - he wants everyone to know that he is yours and you are his! he just doesn't go over the board with it - that when he is sobber-

when he is drunk, oh boy, he's all over you, more touchy than he usually is in public.

William would tell anyone who cares to listen how great and perfect you are, that he's the luckiest man alive, etc. all that while he sits comfortably onto your lap with one arm around your waist so he won't fall-

usually, the next day he won't remember a thing, but on the rare occasions he does remember he would feel so embarrassed-

embarrassed not because he loves you, hell no! embarrassed because he can't tell you how much he loves you when he's sobber if that makes sense-

[W]

Wild card - a random fluff headcanon.

it's more crack than fluff... oh well-

one time when William was wearing his fancy yellow bunny maid dress, you called him a pretty english boi and he was internally screaming-

what did our man decide to do after that? wear the damn dress randomly so you will call him that again-

and of course it worked!

as you have guessed, whenever he wants you to call him your pretty english boi, he will wear the dress.

if, for example, you have to go to a funeral, and on the exact same day he wants to hear his special pet name coming out of your mouth, he will go to the funeral wearing the maid dress-

he's such a silly man, amirite?

[X]

XOXO - are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

William absolutely loves those - especially a combo of the two! still, he rarely, if ever, initiates them because it makes him feel vulnerable - a feeling he despites.

even so, if he thinks you haven't paid enough attention to him, at the end of the day he would plop himself onto your lap, regardless of what you're doing, arms crossed over his chest and a small frown on his face as he demands hugs and affection-

just wrap your arms around his waist when he does so, and he would melt on the spot, wrapping his arms around your neck while quickly hiding his burning face into its (the neck's) crock.

as i said a few times here, he gets more touchy when drunk. he will be all over you in this state-

you know how cats sometimes nuzzle their heads into your hand when you don't pay enough attention to them? that's exactly what William does-

[Y]

Yearning - how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

when you have to go somewhere for a pretty long period of time, and he can't come with you for whatever reason, he will try focusing more on his work at the pizzeria as well as... other stuff.

if he has to do sketches for some of the animatronics, expect his mind to wander off for a bit and draw you instead - or to make said animatronics based on you!

if there's the possibility you can talk on the phone, William will try talking with you every night before going to bed, just so your voice can be the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.

this man is adorable <3

[Z]

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, how?

he would literally kill for you and for your relationship, so yeah-

Zen - what makes them feel calm?

when you hold him - as i said somewhere in the beginning, it makes him feel safe and taken care of when he's in your arms. the sound of your heart also calms him as it assures him you are still there with him.

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i really enjoyed writing this :D guess it's easier for me to write headcanons-

while writing these i come up a small idea - if you want, you can send me a letter (or more) from this list and i will try turing it into a small one-shot! :D

for example, if someone sends an ask with "A - activities" (also mention which word if the letter has two! :0) i am gonna try writing an one-shot in which the reader and William spend their time together! :D

꒰william afton fluff headcanons ! ꒱

ʚɞ so this is kinda just random trash {all sfw} (also i suck at putting stuff into words im sorry) ʚɞ

reader is not gendered!

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◦ he's not the most affectionate guy...and is sometimes a creep, but like anyone else he has his sweet moments too

◦ classic romantic, will give you roses or a box of chocolates or take you on dinner dates

◦ he'll also get you plushies, lots of plushies. not just fazbear ones either, still he will ensure that you have the entire collection. they sit in a mound on your bed, and sometimes you get the feeling they're watching you.

◦ he likes spoiling you, a lot. if he even gets the sense, you might want something, he'll buy it. he can afford it after all. he does like to pick your outfits but will try not to be controlling about it. (he doesn't want to scare you away.)

◦ probably acts like he's not a fan of cuddling or physical affection, he'll tease you for being "handsy" and "needy", but he secretly loves it.

◦ he smells really good. like fancy cologne.

◦ if you're a cook he'll eat anything you make him, and he likes to give his own reviews. he honestly won't hold back his thoughts, be he's very grateful.

◦ he loves seeing you wear his clothes, especially his work clothes or anything he bought you.

◦ william is a hardworking man, but he does try to make time for you. if you ever tell him you feel lonely you can bet, he'll be there with you soon enough.

◦ he always tries his best to be comforting but it can be hard for him, he may get frustrated, which will just make everything worse, intern making him feel guilty.

◦ if you're having a hard time with school/work he'll always try to help you. he's rather enjoys science and mathematics so he'll always be willing to help you in those subjects especially.

◦ he understands if you have trouble sleeping, i can't see him being much of a sleeper himself. he'll probably try to sooth you to sleep and if that doesn't work he'll just lay next to you until you unwind a little.

◦ he isn't exactly a huge fan of pets, so if you do have one it may take him a little while to...adjust.

◦ he has a record player will play slow dance music for you two to dance to. he'll rest his hands on your hips and sway you along to the music.

◦ probably very overprotective.

◦ wouldn't mind if you're an introvert, he prefers not being crowded by people anyways. but if he feels you're uncomfortable in a social situation he'll try to ease you out of it as best he can.

◦ pet names.

◦ if you're an anxious apologizer he will be surprisingly comforting. "why, you have nothing to be sorry for dear." that kind of reassuring stuff.

◦ if you're an artist he'll hang up your pieces around the house, no matter what art style they are. he'll ask you to draw pictures of the animatronics, sometimes to put in the restaurant and sometimes to keep for himself.

◦ he's got a bit of a sweet tooth. some nights he won't eat dinner some nights and then creep into the kitchen at midnight to eat the ice cream you'd bought for yourself.

◦ he can also have negative mood swings though; you might notice him sleep even less than normal or stay in his workshop all day on weekends just tirelessly working. he'll try to use excuses. when you comfort him he'll try to push you away but deep down he really needs and appreciates it.

◦ if you ever were to find out about his crimes, he wouldn't know what to do, he's always promised he wouldn't harm a hair on your pretty head.

watching a horror movie with william !

warning : references to gore (no actual description)

you guys have a stay-at-home movie night. william isn't a big fan of drive-in movies or movie theaters, there's too much chaos. he prefers watching movies in the comfort of his own home, plus it's an excellent excuse to get some more alone time with you.

another issue for him is snacks. he really doesn't understand why anyone would want to eat while watching the telly. he's one of those people who is outraged by the idea of eating family dinner in front of the tv. if you bring popcorn he will be really whiny about how it's stinking up the house.

when he finds out you've picked a horror movie. he hasn't seen very many himself, but definitely didn't expect you to be the type. feeling absolutely delighted that he isn't stuck watching a romantic comedy, he pops the tape into the player. And so it begins.

The movie is what you expect of a typical 80s horror/thriller, poorly done effects and gore, the suspenseful music does have a way of getting to you though and putting you on edge.

william sees this as the perfect opportunity to present himself as the comforting boyfriend, but you just keep insisting that you aren't at all frightened. this later proves itself a lie as you bury your head deep in his chest during the scary parts.

he loves the attention of course but can't resist teasing you. "it's not real, it's just a movie, c'mon honey." or during the death scenes, "if you don't stop i'll be next, you're squeezing the life out of me sweetheart." then there's also that awkward scene you both sit through, because the remote is conveniently missing.

the only thing more unnerving than the movie is the way william's eyes seem to light up during the gory bits, but you pay no mind to it after a while. maybe he's just more of a horror enthusiast than yourself. later that night the two of you lay down to fall asleep on the couch. the violent images keep replaying in your head, maybe it wasn't the best choice in film for watching right before bed. every shadow seems to be moving and every noise sounds like something coming to get you.

the kicking and shuffling around so much rouses william, who is stuck consoling you throughout the night. he rather enjoys it though.

it's his turn to pick the movie next time, perhaps he should choose something similar.

sorry if this was bad, i'm still trying to improve my writing and i'm kind of new to tumblr! :p

hi !! could i request william / michael afton with an s/o who's got a lot of trust issues ? like they don't fully believe that he loves them so he gives them a lot of reassurance or words of

thank you i hope you have a lovely day <33

i pinky promise | michael and william afton x reader (fluff)

this was a super cute prompt and i myself am also in need of some aftoncomfort 🫶🏻

tw/cw: afab reader but you/your pronouns used!

william afton:

william frowned as he watched you tired form enter the room, over the last few weeks he'd watch you begin to cave in on yourself. hardly eating or drinking anything and it began to worry him.

you took your seat on the other side of the room from him, another concerning behaviour as you always cuddled up to william. you were practically his personal cat!

"my love what's going on?" he inquired, watching as you sprung up in shock as though you hadn't even noticed he was there. "i'm getting very worried about you pet."

you sighed heavily before trudging towards him and taking your usual seat beside him. "it's just that i have a lot of relationship trauma from the person before you and they don't really care about me and sometimes my brain makes me think you don't either."

william's heart ached, he could believe it! what miserable person had the heart to destroy you like this, his sweet love who was always so kind and happy he couldn't believe someone had ever thought of purposefully mistreating you!

"oh my sweet love, as long as i am here you'll never experience heartache again."

michael afton:

michael sighed as he awoke from his peaceful slumber confused as to why your side of the bed was empty. michael always woke up before you, never had you woken up before him.

he raced out of bed and scampered around the house in search of you. he let out a small smile as he found you resting on your small balcony, tea cup in hand dressed in one of his flannels.

"you doing okay sweetheart? you're never up this early?" he questioned, taking up the place beside you, eyeing you for any signs of pain or discomfort. "anything you want to talk about?"

"i'm scared michael. i feel like you don't love me and that i don't deserve you." this was not what he expected to be unbagging at 7am but he was willing to work with it.

he chuckled softly and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. "nothing will ever come between you and i. i promise."

william afton and michael afton karaoke headcannons!

fluff

i love these men sm<3

william

- doesnt care for karaoke but will participate if you insist

- he would occasionally tap his foot and nod his head to the beat of whatever song was playing

- you would try to get him in the spirit to sing by taking his hands in yours and swinging them, humming along to whatever song was playing

- “y/n i’m not a karaoke guy.”

- “then whyd you agree to do it with me? hmmmmm....?”

- will smoke a cigarette during this

- he has a secret love for david bowie lowkey.

- if david bowie plays he will most likely try to hold back from singing his heart out but he will sing and he suprisingly has a very good voice, very deep

- will dance with you to any instrumental, though

- he is a surprisingly decent dancer

- he likes the blues aswell and some jazz sometimes!

michael

- he is the one who recommended karaoke

- as soon as queen comes on he does not hold back

- literally the biggest queen fan ever

- i can not exaggerate this. he screams the lyrics to good old fashioned lover boy and wraps his arms around you when love of my life comes on<33

- when he’s dancing and singing his hair goes everywhere it’s so attractive omg

- “this song reminds me of you.”

- he also loves michael jackson

- “YOUVE BEEN HIT BY.. a smoothhh CRIMINAL!!!!”

- he dances very dramatically in a way

Immediately yes. IMMEDIATELY yes.

glamrock freddy with a milf reader. thats it thats the shit