telephone. [sorry, i cannot hear you, i’m kinda busy.]
pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader
fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]
w/c; 604
trigger/content warnings; SMUT MDNI, blowjobs, slightly bottom!william, desk sex, voyeurism??, afab!reader, gn!reader as possible (reader is described having hair long enough to get in their face), employee!reader, nicknaming, name-calling, age gap (reader is mid 20s, william is early 50s), swearing, lmk if i missed anything
stella speaks! i was not expecting all the love i got on that shitpost and for it to grow into this! also sorry if this makes no sense i usually have to get silly to write proper smut.
tags; my fellow william afton thirst babie, @truecobblepot
William’s hand is tangled in your hair. His face is picture perfect, albeit shiny, but his ragged breath and airy chants of you name falling from his lips tell another story.
Your knees are burning. Your pants are around your ankles, your panties shoved into William’s pocket, cun leaking on the ground from where he had just fucked you on two of his fingers. The tile under your knees is cold, and hard, a sharp contrast to the rest of your body.
Your mouth is wrapped around his cock, head brushing the back of your throat. You gag, and William pulls it out, tapping your lips with it. “Kiss it. lick it.” He commands gently, and your hand wraps around the base of cock, obliging.
William’s hand comes up to cover a whimper from escaping from his lips, the travels down his neck, loosening his tie. When the phone rings, you jump, but William calmly leans forward to answer it.
The hand in your hair keeps your mouth over the tip of his cock, and you swirl your tongue around it. “Hi, this is Mike. I was just calling to see if that job that you offered was still available?”
William tenses, and you lick a strip up the underside of his dick, a hand coming up to brush your hair back as you take him deeper.
“Yes, the security guard,” William answers, his voice unwavering. You dip your head, hollering your cheeks and taking him so far his top hits the back of your throat. In your mouth, the rest of his cock twitches, and William suck in a sharp breath.
“I will take anything.”
William’s hand grips the armrest of his chair as you slide him out of your mouth, releasing him with a pop! and, William exhales a little shakier than the fist time.
“All you have to do is keep your eyes on the monitors!” William says, his voice slightly wavering. You’ve gotten louder, and William’s whole body is tensing.
“Right…uh…so. What— what day is a good start date?” Michael asks. He can hear the noises through the phone, and he’s frozen in his chair. He’s only slightly aware that his jeans are gradually tightening around his crotch as he tries to focus on what William is saying.
“How about Thursday?” William says, then exhales loudly when you gently take your nails over his happy trail.
“O-okay. Thursday.” Micheal is silent for a few more moments before: “Do- do you hear that, Mr. Raglan? What’s that sound?”
William’s grip tightens in your hair, stopping you from freezing. His cock twitches in your mouth and you realize he’s getting off to this.
“Oh, it nothing Micheal. Just the rain we’re having here in Utah. You know how it is…” William’s hand moves down to the back of your throat, and his his balls tighten. He’s telling you to keep your mouth there, right there as best he can without speaking.
Across town, Micheal glances put the window near him. It may be growing dark fast outside, but the sky is clear. He can’t even catch the smell of rain on the wind. He swallows thickly, wondering if he should continue this conversation.
“Mr. Raglan…it was sunny today.” William is hardly paying attention to him at this point, hips stuttering as he shoves himself as far down your throat as he can go.
He grins when you gag, finally getting his release. As he spills down your throat, he smiles at the tears gathering in your eyes, shushing you quietly.
“Ah, silly me,” he hums into the phone, petting your hair. “My mistake.”
Being a FNAF fan since the first game's release, who can never escape the interest no matter how hard you try is so funny to me
'Cause I could be minding my business talking with a friend and then the movie trailer just *casually* drops out of nowhere and it's now become one of the only things I can think about LMAO
After I watched the trailer I sent it to everyone I know and was all like "LOOK AT MY SPECIAL LITTLE GUYS OH MY GOD"
Literally been waiting for almost a decade just to be like "AWW LOOK AT THOSE GOOFBALLS" instead of being scared 'cause I've been immune to the Gen 1 bots for ages now sdfgfdsfgbfdf they're just silly little idiots to me
Thanks to watching the Freddy and Funtime Freddy Shows, I can confidently say that Eclipse has no fucking clue how magic actually works, because it hasn’t even been a month since the last time “magic comes from within and can be trained like a muscle” came up.
So, Eclipse’s reaction when Sun comes back from Golden Freddy to tell him that no, the magic lake was not Moon’s source of magic?
Listen, Eclipse is a dumb smartass and he has no clue what he's doing but he's doing it confidently and that's the energy we need.
I just saw Five Nights At Freddy’s with my family for Halloween & it was so good!!! We loved the movie!!! It was super creepy with twist & turns and best of all JUMP-SCARES!!! I honestly didn’t think it was going to be this good!!! Everyone NEEDS to see this movie!!!
pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader
fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]
w/c; 592
trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.
stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.
tags; @truecobblepot bc ofc🫶🏽🫶🏽
inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.
“I just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.”
William’s voice is smooth, he’s demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.
You’re his employee. His best employee, no less. He can’t afford to lose you, to drive you away. So he’ll make sure you’re not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.
The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesn’t much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.
It’s his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesn’t pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows he’s miles better than they are.
His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. “And those? I do hope you haven’t been wearing those all day.”
It’s a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. “No, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.”
“Where did you get them?” He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.
“It was a gag gift from some party,” you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.
It’s your signature. It’s how he knows you’ve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that he’s convinced himself are prettier than anyone else’s.
William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?
Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.
He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty."
You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!"
William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."
Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"
God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.
It’s a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he can’t risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant manager’s uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).
i hate that i could've stopped the mci, but i didn't. i was right there. i worked for the company for years. since the start and i just let it happen. i'm not sure if it was just because i was scared to get in trouble or what, but i could've done something. i could've told the police. i could've helped but i didn't. i think that's why the kids killed me, they were upset that i didn't do anything. at least they were nice after that... at least they felt sorry. some of them even remembered me, that makes me kinda happy? gabriel i think, he was always the nicest. he actually knew my name and everything. he was the leader for a reason, i guess.
~ jeremy 🔦🐻 ( who is also unfortunately a phone guy kin )