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Get me Out of my Head and Into my Body

Images are part of a fic I wrote you can read here! CW for Hypnosis and Dubious Consent.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's, Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie 2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, William Afton | Dave Miller/Reader Characters: springtrap, William Afton, Steve Raglan, Reader Additional Tags: Completely Gender Non conforming Reader, Combined Movie/Game canon, Will's looks are based on Steve Raglan in this, Dubious Consent, Penetrative Sex, Coercion, Eating out, monster tongue, Monster Dick, Body Horror, In which I mean Williams transformation into Springtrap, which is a monster/machine amalgemation in this, Porn With Plot, a little bit. enough to set the scene, Knotting Summary:

Urbex exploring shouldn't be about money. But you know how it is... As Freddy Fazbear Pizzaria is being taken apart by demolition crew you found a way inside the site one night.. As the restaurant is being stripped, rooms previously locked off have been opened. And something -lonely- is roaming around.. My most self indulgent fic is done :> Based on my own designs for Springtrap and the man inside.. Which will be further explored in the fic. 

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You gonna take that Call (?) Part 2

William Afton x Dispatch, (Willpatch), Prn without plot. Coercion and humiliation. Part 1 here because tumblr character limit fucking sucks.

 William grabbed the headset of the stand and shoved it on his employee's head. Adjusting the microphone to sit over his lips. "Wait- wait- no- don't I'll call him back- I'm almost there Will I-" Dispatch sputtered, grabbing his boss' wrist reaching for the button. "And you are taking the fucking call or I'm docking your pay for this whole fucking day, you understand?" William barked, grabbing Dispatch by the throat with his other hand, accompanied with a single harsh thrust making the man beneath him see stars- Dispatch wanted to answer, but William choked him for just a second to make him choke on his spit- Pressing the call button.- "Uh- Hey... Uhm- Arnold here.-" Mortified, Dispatch couldn't hide his inhale of oxygen as his boss took his hand of his throat. Slowly starting to fuck into the man beneath him again. "H-hey-- A-arnold! Hey- if it i-isn't our most valued ah- employee!" William made a sign as if he had to vomit. Lightly smacking the blonde's cheek with the back of his hand. Arnold heard that- There was no way he couldn't. "Uhm- you okay..? Or- wait no- I don't care actually. I'm almost finished fixing up these vans downstairs." "G-good! Perfect! Ahn--" Dispatch almost moaned- William fucking into him with a pace to get himself to completion. "I just.. want to know if you aren't going to make up more work after. I'm dead tired-" Arnold continued. William hated Arnold's tone. Dispatch could feel the man's thrusts turning aggressive- painful. "N-no!! You-- you're free to go B-buddy- Arnie- FFu- You've been doing so well today--" Dispatch babbled. Absolutely out of character. William's wicked grin was back. The other end of the line was suspiciously silent for a bit... "Okay.. uhm. great. I guess... I uh. I'll just clock out after then- See you uh- tomorrow...?" "Y-yeah-!" Dispatch whined from a rather deep thrust. Unable to think- William bent down to press his lips against the microphone. "See you tomorrow Arnold. Please come in an hour earlier. Since you'll be an hour off the clock early today. Gotta make sure you keep up with the hours on your contract." Dispatch slammed his hand over his own mouth as he came. He could hear Arnold gasp at the other end of the line, hearing William bark orders to him. "Oh jesus-" Arnold replied, he sounded mortified. "I mean- Yes- of course Mr. Afton!-- I- Uhm. Of course- Sorry." And hung up immediately. "God you're worthless." William panted, finally getting up to speed. Losing the rhythm in his thrusts. "But such a willing and tight fucking hole- Shit--" Losing himself, cumming deep inside the blonde's hot vice. The dispatcher whined at the feeling, allowing himself to fall limp on his work desk- Another call came in. William grinning as he read the number from the screen. He grabbed his employee's leaking spent cock in hand, stroking him. Making the poor man beneath him sob in over stimulation. "You got one more call in you~ You can't turn down a call from Mr Emily now can you... Don't think the boss will be very pleased if you do.." The dispatcher sobbed from it all- removing his glasses to wipe at the tears streaking down his face.. "O-of course not boss- Fuck- Of course Mr Afton."

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You gonna take that Call (?) Part 1

William Afton x Dispatch, (Willpatch), Prn without plot. Coercion and humiliation. Part 2 here because tumblr character limit fucking sucks.

Apparently it's okay when boss throws the folders to the floor. Because any time William enters Dispatch' office and anything is out of order.. he's not gonna hear the end of it. Big boss enjoys sharing his smoke breaks with his favorite sly blonde Dispatcher.. Since they're not really smoke breaks to begin with. The dispatcher was forcibly shoved with his back to his own work desk. Aforementioned files flying all over the place. William taking what is his. One of his favorite toys. And dispatch loved being the boss' current favorite.. Spreading his legs to let his superior slide in between as they made out. The door probably unlocked- not that they cared. William relished the strained moans as he shoved his tongue down the man's throat- Dispatch bucking up against the man roughly claiming him as his. This is becoming a weekly dance. Needy hands unbuckling the horribly gaudy, golden Fazbear belt buckle William forced him to wear. Dispatch hates it- loves it when William gets rid of it. His boss swiftly shoving his hands down his pants and laughing. Laughing at him, mocking him. "I've been kissing you for what. Two minutes." "Yeah-" Dispatch choked, whining when William pulled back to speak. "Boss you don't know what you're doing to me-" "You think I'm an idiot then." William spat, painfully squeezing the dick of the man beneath him. Making Dispatch grimace in pain, instinctively bucking up into him. "Fuck- no- Sir I-" Dispatch started to apologize, cut off by William diving down to reclaim the man's mouth instead. William growled against his lips before pulling back again, making short work of pulling the way too tight light blue jeans down the Dispatcher's hips. The man on the table was wise not to speak- making a quick gesture at the desk's drawers when William's fingers but even ghosted over his twitching hole. Boss rolled his eyes, "Needy slut." He whispered under his breath pulling out a- well used can of crisco from the drawer. The dispatcher theatrically moaned as William's lubed fingers roughly entered him. "All for the boss-- Fuck- M-merely here to serve Fazbear Entertainment--" The man above him sighed, both amused and annoyed- Making short work of loosening the man up before hurriedly shoving his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. The dispatcher was almost drooling at the sight. "Normally I'd have you beg for this." William grinned, stroking himself and pushing his cockhead against the man's lubed hole. "Not really enjoying how easy the worship comes today. You're such a fucking whore-" Shoving himself in right down to the hilt. No warning nothing, making Dispatch choke on a sob in pain- mixed with that desperate need for his boss' attention and dick. The pace was punishing. They both needed that quick relief. And then a call came in- Both men coming to a halt, blinking at the phone system.