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[ajs--writing]

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I’m AJ. 25+ Female EST timezone. Send DM if interested in writing.

3rd Person rp only, correct grammar/punctuation (for the most part), edit on ask if able.

Tidbits

Dreamland (Afton)

Sleep Deprived Lyra

While I try to sleep

Tiny Murdock Dialogue

Murdock sketch dream

Hallucination!Murdock

[aftxnrxbxtics]

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William Afton x f! reader

Summary: somehow you got a job at fredbear’s, but what you thought was a dream come true, suddenly becomes a nightmare.

Warnings: non-con, blood, fingering, age-gap, groping, power imbalance, virgin reader, mentions of murder.

A/N: this is a request! hope you like it anon, i really enjoyed writing this! <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an asshole.

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

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

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

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

“Nothing, she’s just a sensitive little girl who couldn’t handle getting scolded”.

[paikocta]

Idk what to say....

[lemon-and-lead]

I'm so mentally ill about that old man.

[greenteacryptid]

True that, Pinterest

[whoisinmyfridge]

otto octavius as a lover would be slow and methodical, almost cruelly so. you whine and arch into his touch but he refuses to go any faster, knowing exactly how to rile you up, slow and so so steady. he keeps pace, admiring you as you unravel, trying to make you wait, to draw out the pleasure. and he does to some degree. but then you say his name. softly. your voice catching. hips jerking without meaning to. and like a wet paper bag he dissolves. fingers curling, eyes never leaving you as he brings you over the edge again and again. he could never let his beautiful little pet have anything but the best. even as he ruts and leaks into the bedding. it’s you he’s focused on. always.

[dudelkin]

Two boomers learned how to use twitter🤩

[kodasea]

Kicking off sharing some timelapses by starting with Octavius here!

[whoisinmyfridge]

otto octavius who has the most pathetic big brown eyes known to man. hidden by his tinted glasses this big mean villain has these beautiful beautiful eyes. like freshly ground coffee, addictive and delicious. his eyes are incredibly pretty when they crinkle with laughter, captivating when narrowing in anger, and oh so pretty when they look up at you, begging. repenting.

[paikocta]

Forgot i had Tumblr account lol

[voileemunroe]

Ꮺ୧ ˚ ﹒ — CAUGHT IN THE ACT

ᥫ cw: shameless smut, cock riding, little spanking, groping, squirting, reader is afab and have vagina

"a-ahh—!"

a sharp, stifled gasp catches in your throat, muffled only by the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat.

you are perched precariously on his lap, your thighs trembling as you take the full, heavy length of him deep inside you. the sensation is overwhelming, a thick, stretching fullness that makes your head light, but it is the sliver of light from the door left ajar just by an inch that keeps your pulse racing with a delicious, terrifying dread.

any moment, a awkward child or a curious employee could wander in, turning this private indulgence into a public scandal.

william, however, seems entirely unbothered by the risk.

he sits back in his leather desk chair, his posture deceptively relaxed despite the way his hands grip your waist to steady you. his silver gray eyes are bright, gleaming with a predatory sort of amusement as he watches the panic flicker in your gaze. he isn't gentle—he drives his hips upward in a slow, punishing thrust that forces a high pitched mewl from your lips.

"shh, darling..." he whispers, his voice a low, melodic tease against the shell of your ear. he leans in, his nose brushing your temple in a possessive nuzzle, even as he increases the pace. "don't be so loud. we wouldn't want to ruin the show, would we?"

he lets out a soft, dark chuckle when you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the sound of footsteps in the hallway. "oh, forgive me," he murmurs, the apology dripping with a mock, unapologetic sweetness that makes your skin flush. "is it too much? or is it just the fear that makes you so tight?" he doesn't slow down—instead, he hits a particularly sensitive spot, his hips snapping upward to claim you completely.

your lips purse, a sharp retort dying on your tongue as you try to muster the indignation needed to scold him. you want to tell him he’s being reckless, that his arrogance is insufferable, but the words dissolve into a frantic, wordless whine. your body has betrayed your pride; you can’t stop the rhythmic, desperate bouncing of your hips, your ass sliding up and down his thick shaft as you chase the friction.

"my, my..." william murmurs, his eyes dancing with a cruel, beautiful light. he watches your struggle with the smug satisfaction of a man who has already won. "you look quite ready to lecture me, darling. and yet, here you are, riding my cock like you never want to get off. are you defending your honor, or are you just terrified of how much you love the danger?"

before you can even attempt a huff of defiance, he delivers a sharp, stinging smack to your thigh. it’s just enough to sting, a sudden jolt of heat that breaks your concentration and forces a loud, uninhibited moan from your throat. you bite your lip, eyes wide, but the sensation only makes you clench tighter around him.

with a sudden, fluid movement, he shifts. he pulls you backward, dragging your spine against his chest until you are seated facing away from him. he hooks your legs up, pulling your knees toward your chest to change the angle, driving his cock into you with a devastating, deep thrust that hits a spot so perfect your vision blurs.

as he maintains that heavy, soul deep penetration, his free hand wanders upward, tugging your shirt up to expose the swell of your breasts, his fingers grazing your skin to keep the performance going.

you are trapped in a cocoon of his warmth, your back pressed to his chest, and the thought of a door swinging wide to reveal this sight makes your heart hammer against your ribs like a caged bird. you want to pull away, to reclaim some semblance of dignity, but he won't let you drift.

william is far too busy orchestrating your pleasure to allow your mind to wander toward the hallway or the risk of discovery. he is a master of distraction, his movements calculated to keep your entire universe narrowed down to the point where his body meets yours. he doesn't just want your body; he wants your absolute, undivided attention.

"you look so much cuter like this." he whispers between a purr-like sultry sound, his voice vibrating through your spine. his eyes are hooded, watching the way your head lolls back.

to him, you are a small, precious rabbit caught in the grasp of something much larger, much more capable of devouring you.

he leans forward to nuzzle the sensitive curve of your neck, his breath hot and affectionate, a stark contrast to the relentless, punishing rhythm of his hips. the tenderness of the gesture is a lie, a beautiful mask for the way he is claiming you, driving himself into you with a possessive force that demands a reaction. he loves the way you gasp, the way your fingers dig into his thighs, and the way you melt into him. he loves it because, in this moment, you are his—his beautiful, frantic little bunny, lost in the thrill of his command.

the sound is sickeningly sweet the wet, slapping rhythm of skin hitting skin, lubricated by the slick cocktail of your arousal and his sweat. every thrust is heavy and deliberate, sliding in and out with a friction that feels like it’s stripping the very soul from your body.

william has abandoned all pretense of gentleness; he is driving you toward the edge with a frantic, ruthless speed, his hips working like a piston to ensure you have no choice but to break.

you are drowning in it. your vision is a haze of white heat, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you whine, a high, desperate sound that you can no longer suppress. you are right on the precipice, your muscles twitching in a violent, uncontainable buildup, when the heavy click of the office door echoing through the room catches you completely off guard.

the door swings open— and there stands henry emily, a stack of blueprints clutched in his hand.

oh fuck.

the timing is catastrophic.

just as henry’s eyes land on the sight of you bent over, exposed, and trembling the climax hits you like a tidal wave. you let out a choked, broken cry as your body erupts, squirting wildly against the seat of william's desk, the sensation of your release clashing violently with the sudden, terrifying presence of a witness.

you freeze, your heart leaping into your throat, certain that the world is about to end in a flurry of embarrassment and scandal.

but william doesn't even flinch.

he doesn't slow his pace, nor does he look even remotely ashamed of the lewd, messy spectacle he is orchestrating. he simply tilts his head slightly toward the door, his expression as calm and composed as if he were merely reviewing a contract.

"ah, henry," william says, his voice smooth and utterly unbothered, even as he delivers a deep, possessive thrust that makes you gasp again. "you're a bit early. did you need something?"

[octo-obsessed]

👋

[heythereimashley]

Let me in his cell, please.

[heythereimashley]

I just um....I just think he's neat

[jarsandjarsofbones]

Too Close For Comfort | Henrik Von Schneeplestein x Reader

CW for blood and wounds :) Nights at the hospital were always the worst for Henrik. There was something about the hospital being partially empty and the lights dimmed that dug exhaustion even deeper into his bones, dragging the nights on longer than they really were. However, this made night shifts steady and rhythmic - the familiar sense of heart monitors beeping and hushed conversations of the nurses making the night flow in the familiar smooth pattern he had gotten used to. 

Henrik had just gotten done checking up on one of the elderly patients the hospital was keeping overnight when the overhead clock turned over to 1:00 AM. He stepped out into the hall, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses, fatigue clawing at his muscles. He really should have been home by now, he told you this morning that he wouldn’t work so late, but more and more patients came in and there was nobody else that could cover his shift.

Your words from when he called you during his lunch break echoed throughout his head as the night dragged on. “It’s okay, Hen. Just take care of yourself, don’t push your body, yeah?”

There was no doubt you worried about him from time to time, especially with how hard he pushed himself to not mess anything up. Every time he told you the same thing; “I’ll be okay, mein Schatz.” Yet he constantly came home with dark circles under his eyes and the looks that told you he’d done the opposite.

Next to him the emergency room doors slammed open, knocking him straight out of his thoughts. A stretcher pushed its way through the entrance surrounded by multiple EMTs who looked like they’d just seen a ghost.

“Critical incoming!” One of them shouted. “Severe laceration, major blood loss. Likely concussion. In and out of consciousness.”

Henrik’s body moved before he could even register the words the EMT had spewed out, grabbing a pair of surgical gloves and a mask and snapping them on as he followed. “Room 6!”

Between the hurried mess of banter coming from the EMTs he managed to deduce that the injury was caused by a t-bone car accident; the usual case of another car running a red light and slamming into another car. “Victim was in a t-bone accident, hit directly by another car - door caved in upon impact, victim was impaled by sheet metal and car interior - ...”

Henrik winced underneath his breath, bad car accidents always brought in the worst patients, but he stopped mid-wince and choked on his breath as the EMTs turned around the stretcher inside of the room. He swore the world paused for a moment as he processed what he saw. The overhead light reflected off a ring the patient was wearing, bright white bouncing off of the blood stained silver that wrapped their ring-finger. His eyes slowly trailed up to get a look at the patient.

“Oh- mein Gott…”

One of the nurses who had entered the room gave Henrik a short, confused glance. “Dr. Schneeplestein, is everything ok?”

“That’s-” For some reason it felt like all of the air in the room had suddenly evaporated, and the air he was holding onto had been stolen from his lungs. “That’s my partner.”

Everybody in the room seemed to freeze for a split second, nobody sure of what to say or do. Henrik quickly grasped himself and slid back into the correct mentality. “Don’t just freeze! I need o-neg, STAT. We need to stop the blood flow.”

As Henrik pushed his way through the nurses and EMTs he gently slipped his hand into yours when he got the chance as he worked to stop the blood from spilling from the gash in your side. “Blieb wach, Liebling. I’m right here, okay? You’re going to be okay.”

The next hour was relentless. There were multiple times you almost crashed from your blood pressure dropping, multiple times the nurses told Henrik to step away and take a breather, multiple times something refused to go right. And yet, Henrik refused to give up, this wasn’t just some ordinary patient, this was you, and he was determined to be the best damn doctor that’s ever helped you. 

Your wound was deep, filled with bits of glass and plastic from your car door. Luckily, whatever had hit you just barely missed anything critical. Only tissue and muscle were cut.

It took a lot of effort, but eventually Henrik was able to stop the bleeding and was able to suture up the wound the best he could without overdoing it. You had lost consciousness a little after you were brought into the emergency room and hadn’t gained it since. The nurses and EMTs had long been gone, leaving Henrik alone in the room sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair at your side. 

He gently held your hand in his as he glanced you up and down, taking in the peacefulness on your face compared to the ragged state of your side. In order for him to work on you the EMTs had to cut your shirt off, which Henrik had quickly learned was your favorite shirt, the one he had gifted you on your birthday. Now, you sat in the light blue hospital gown, a hefty amount of bandages and gauze wrapped around your waist to keep the wound from getting any worse. 

Henrik wanted to whisper something to you, whether it be an apology, remorse for your current situation, or even just a simple “I love you,” but the words physically wouldn’t leave his throat. A part of him wanted to cry, but your voice echoed through his head, “Why are you crying? I’m right here.” He wasn’t sure whether he completely made the words up or if you had said the phrase to him before. 

Hours passed. Henrik had stayed in the exact same spot all night, refusing to take any new patients and only getting up to use the restroom when he absolutely needed to. His hands were clammy from just how long he had wrapped his fingers around yours, his thumb gently rubbing against the soft metal of your wedding ring. 

Then, just then did he feel an ever-so-gentle squeeze from your hand causing him to sit straight up. “Liebling?”

It took a few minutes for your body to fully wake up and be aware of your surroundings. The world was blurry, refusing to focus straight as the bright overhead fluorescent lights glared into your retinas. Slowly, you managed to turn your head over to where you heard Henrik murmur something. “Henrik…?”

Finally, your eyes adjusted correctly to the world around you and you finally were able to make out details. Henrik looked like he’d been through Hell and back; his eyes were red and glossy, his hair stuck up in every direction possible, and you could see the hefty amount of exhaustion that hid within the lines of his face. Yet, despite his appearance, he wore the most hopeful and relieved grin you’ve ever seen him carry. Letting out a heavy sigh he didn’t know he was holding in, Henrik reached up gently with his free hand and brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. 

“Easy, easy, Schatz.” Henrik consoled despite the fact you hadn’t done anything. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.” You chuckled weakly before wincing as the wound in your side reminded you of your state. Henrik glared at your joke before easily replacing it with worry.

“You shouldn’t move too much. You’ve got over 20 stitches in your side. We don’t want the wound opening up again do we-”

“Henrik.” You cut through, trying to stop his worried ramble.

“Does it hurt at all? I can get you more lidocaine if that will he-”

“Henrik.” You cut through again, louder this time. You gently squeezed his hand. “I’m okay.”

He stopped, letting out a tiny sigh as he fixed his glasses that had slightly fallen down his face. “I’m sorry. I just worry about you, love. Especially now. . .”

“I know you do. I promise, if I need anything I’ll tell you, okay? You’ve already got enough on your plate. I don't want this to add extra to that. Hell, you saved me, that’s all I could ever ask for.” 

Henrik smiled softly at that and reached up to wipe his eyes that had started to brim with tears. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Liebling. I- I was so afraid of what was going to happen. Seeing you laying there covered in blood, unconscious I just- Gott, ich wusste nicht, was ich denken sollte.”

You and Henrik talked softly inside of the hospital room for the rest of the morning before you were finally set to be released. Henrik was able to give away his shift to another doctor so he could take care of you for the rest of the day. He helped get you home and helped you around the house even after he strictly put you on bed-rest and told you not to move. For the first time in a while, you were finally able to spend a whole day together and not worry about the outside world. (first time posting an x reader! trying to get better with my writing skills since they aren't the best. had this idea inside my head for a few days and finally decided to make something out of it. i also apologize if any of the german is off, i do not speak german and the translator i used is def not reliable so if there's any mistakes feel free to correct me!)

[idkguyig]

How losing your sanity as a sadistic german doctor (joke cause I have no idea)

He reminds me of Medic from tf2 just different universe but same country & sanity lol

Idk if this even medic from tf2 or schneep turtle

[rebar2042]

Vamp Henrik

[ajs--writing]

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