you guys really liked the first twt link, so I made a pt.2 <3
cw: fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding, masked men (ghostface), 'making a sex tape', dry humping, car sex, riding, angry sex
You knew the consequences of what would happened to you if you stepped out of place. Who can blame you? Maybe acting out of line will force him to treat you like the whorish little slut you are~
Just before he was about to leave he decided he needed to give you...a small reminder of him~
streaming was something you really liked doing on the weekends...you decided to bring a special guest for a special collab~
having a man is nice...but having a man who knows how to use his fingers to (actually) make you reach orgasm??? Thats a rare find...
You went to his house with the intention of watching movies. well...you did end up watching some random ass film-but 20 minutes in you guys decided to make your own homemade movie~
your boyfriend was such a gentleman-took you out to a nice restaurant, payed for dinner and treated you like a princess! You were spent, all you wanted to do was go in bed and stay up all night...lets just say the 2 of you were way too excited to wait~
live laugh fucking LOVE dry humping.
It doesn't take a lot for your boyfriend to get jealous. Today you found out that it's actually really fucking easy-laugh and playfully hit another guy and your bf will be FUMING.
-He only took you because it's been so long. He had been last touched so warmly
-Very touch-starved and demanded to be petted. Especially his ears
-Would threaten to kill your friends and family if you try to leave him.
-Threatens to break your ankle if you try to escape, and likes to show how big his kitchen knife is to you
-Will groom and dress you up. Brushing your hair. Tugging down your dress and fluffing it. Putting the stockings on while giving soft kisses on your legs.
-Springtrap will lick your tears away. Loves it when you cry. He laps it up like he's dying of thirst.
-He would follow you everywhere and stare at whatever it is you're doing. Takes you a good while to adapt and be comfortable with him staring at you.
-He even follows you in the bathroom. Of course, you locked him out when nature calls, but he will be right outside your door waiting for you
-Anytime you take a bath, he will be there sitting on the closed toilet seat beside you. He will rub the sponge over your body in a gentle manner.
-Of course, he wants you to bathe him, too and get your soft little hands rubbing all over his suit and decaying body.
-He will make demands for you to fix him.
-He thinks he is a god and should be worshipped. But he found you to be equal to or even more than with your quietness and patience.
-Definitely thinks you're his goddess by how loving you are.
He let's you use your electronic devices. But he has Malhare blocking your contacts or any type of escape.
-Malhare also keeps track of all the data and sites you go to.
-Definitely building something so that you would be immortal with him.
-He made you both wedding bands, and no, you're not allowed to take them off
Nsfw 18+
-Because he has been in the back for over 30 years, he has a lot of pent-up energy. Especially his sex drive, which is equivalent to a rabbit's.
-He loves plowing into you, having your sweet cunt suck him up as he keeps pounding away.
-He loves breeding into you, making you stuffed full of his cum.
-It would be great if you were pregnant. No, he doesn't like kids, but if he can baby-trap you, he would gladly deal with another brat.
-He loves it when you sit on his face. He can easily get pussy drunk, having your cum stain his mask.
-He also loves it when you take his cock in your mouth. He is a sadist and made sure to make you choke around him. Oh, how he loves your sweet tears.
-He had Malhare record your moans and lewd positions to use as blackmail, but also for Springtrap's own pleasure.
-If you are a virgin, Springtrap will get more possessive with the fact that you are his first and made sure only the shape of his cock can fit into your tight hole.
The recent hire. “_____” Female. 22 years old. Young. Pretty. Hard-working— the next upcoming employee of the month. And most of all, the favourite of the two bosses of Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Henry’s, and William’s favourite. There is no denying that, and it’s clear as day. As much as your colleagues appreciate you taking their shifts, willing to stay overtime, willing to take the closing hours; it’s been widely known that there is clear favouritism when it comes to you.
Williams clear attention on you, which many find it rare for him to even listen to them at times, Henry’s effort to help you with carrying items, which many find it rare for him to do as he barely gets out of the workshop- Williams smiles, Henry’s lack of distance: you were the clear winner of their praise and attention, which of course gave you looks from your fellow coworkers.
But it would be a lie to say you didn’t like the attention. Sure, it violates many codes, and if this was in another workplace- you would’ve called HR.
However, Fazbear and Friends was never a company of ethics and honesty. Considering the fact that some of the designs are ripped off of another man's passion project- or the fact that the pizza is probably composed of different older ones- you knew this company was never for safety, or for lawful ideas. Anyways, having the spotlight from the two older men isn’t all creepy (not minding Williams stares), it can carry benefits. Like, having Mr. Afton not yell at you at all, or not having to do any dirt work with the mechanics of the animatronics with Mr. Emily. It’s a win win situation as you believe- and maybe they’ll raise your wage for this thankless job.
Thus, you continue your hard work. You scrub at the table a little harder, making sure the grease from the pizza residue is off. You allow yourself to be yelled at by children, who demand you to give them a toy from the prize counter. You are willing to be the mediator, or the ‘temporary’ leader when something wrong happens in the kitchen. You were always there to fix, to solve, to negotiate- to the point that one of your coworkers, Nick, commented on how.. “Obedient’ you were to the two bosses. If you weren’t so caught up in the duties of your job, you swore you would punch that shit-eating grin off his face.
In spite of that, William still would pat your shoulder, crooning to you that nothing is amiss. Like he is doing right now, while you tell your worries as you rub the party area with a cloth. “Mr. Afton.. do you think I’m doing something wrong?” You hesitantly asked, as you put your attention to wiping the tables while putting effort into conversation.
“You? Doing something wrong? Love, out of all employees… you would be the least of my worries. I tell you this, without you- nobody in their mind would know what they’re doing.” He says, the last words carrying a bitter poisonous edge.
A pause of silence presumes after, you then look back at him with an awkward gaze. “I..I mean. I know.. that,” a sigh escapes your mouth “I just keep hearing whispers, from the staff. Like I’m the reason why nothing is going right. Or that I’m such a doormat...”
He snorted, laughing as he shook his head. You stare at the older man in the purple suit, a little surprised to see such a reaction. “They’re silly. You’re special. That’s all. Don’t worry about your pretty little head.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused knuckles caressing the side of your cheek. “Jealous. They are… It breaks my heart to see my sweet thing to feel so… humiliated.” He coos, his hand now fully palming your cheek— and you felt the pull to push your head in, to feed from this man’s hand, even if you know it wasn’t professional at all-
“William.” Your eyes darted to the other man who spoke, stern yet soft, while the other man’s hand immediately fell down from your cheek. Henry stood before you two, with a furrowed suspicious eyebrow. He crosses his arms, pressing against his orange flannel long-sleeved shirt. “Let the poor girl work.”
The other man contorted his subtle annoyance, to a full-blown grin. “Oh, but I am, Henry. Can’t you see? She can multitask.” He points at the cloth you were holding, as well, putting attention to how your body bends a little over the flat surface. Henry immediately cleared his throat, pulling his collar a bit. “Y..yes. I could see that, but still.. Hovering over her might not be the best move.”
William's smile falters, his eyes rolling a little. “Don’t be prissy. She’s a grown woman. She can handle it, can’t you darling?” The man in the purple suit gives you a glare- almost forcing you to agree with him, to allow him to have a little leverage over his business partner. You gave a nervous laugh, and nodded your head rapidly- to which, gained William’s approval. “To this day Henry, ever since college.. You don’t know how to loosen up. I swear.” A growl leaving his lips, although hiding it with a sarcastic smirk.
Henry tightens up, his shoulder stiffens a little. “Maybe it's because I’m the only moral one in this partnership.”
Immediately, William darts his eyes back to him, he lets out a laugh, a bit strained and forced at most. “Oh, bringing up the higher ground- will you? I swear, Henry, you-” And before he could say anything, a beep interrupted his words.
The work clock-out machine makes a ringing noise- cutting through the tension. You turn your head, looking at the time-punch appliance, and you announce to the two other men. “I believe It’s my time to clock out.. I don’t want to miss the bus after all.” A small, but relieved chuckle escapes your mouth. You punch your time in, and quickly put your silly work hat away to the side of the table, but before you could leave, you look to your bosses’ who seem to settle down after they were snapped out of their ‘disagreement.’
You look down to the floor, awkward and a bit shy- however still holding your ground. “Uhm.. well have a good night, Mr. Afton.. Mr. Emily. I’m really grateful that you guys are my higher-ups.” Soon your eyes reach to both of them, the two older men staring right back at you. “I couldn’t ask for better bosses.”
You took your small bag and gave them a little wave as you exited through the door. Leaving both of them behind while they look out at the window- seeing you wait for the bus. As if holding his breath, Henry lets out a large sigh, palming his face and rubbing it.
“Lord help me.. I truly need it.” To which, William amusingly scoffs at, yet picking a cigarette from his pocket- and giving it to Henry. The bearded man grudgingly accepts- because well, nothing is going right, and you were tempting- so tempting; that he feels shame bubbling in his guts. However, his fellow colleague shrugs, as if having temptation wasn’t new to him.
“Well, my friend, I think she’ll need the help more."
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Another day of clocking in again, but this time- almost everyone can smell the taste of sadness and bitterness rubbing off you. And no one knows why. Yes, you would still help your colleagues if they needed, yes, you would come to the beck and call of your bosses. However, you won’t be doing it with a polite smile, or a wave of humble dismissal, nope- today, you do it with a nod and a look of resignation. Which, admittedly, freaked everyone out. Even Emily took notice of it. Even Afton wondered about it.
Well.. William can make a small deduction about it. On one of the closing shifts where you worked- you mentioned meeting this boy your age next to the store besides Fredbears. Funny, gangly, a little silly- but overall a man you presumed to be dating material (which he largely disagrees with.) Afton can assume, or largely picture the idea that the young man did something wrong. (which he did, by stealing you away from him and Emily.) But William wouldn’t say he was surprised, no- he expected it, and he would even call it a blessing.
Really, It was almost offensive, clearly you had two men who were much smarter, richer, experienced than you- and here you are, playing with punks. If William didn’t worry about your poor heart, he may have killed that boy just to hurt your brain. But William loves to play favourites, and he isn’t willing to show that side of him. Yet.
He even talked about it with Henry. While at the workshop, the sanctuary filled with smoke and oil grease, he brought the topic up to discussion.
“She’s.. seeing a guy.” William sneers, with a smile holding anger. Henry peeks up from looking at the blueprints, his glasses falling on his nose. “..So?”
If William wasn’t tired from his brats at home, and at his business- he swore he’d break those glass frames into two. But he doesn’t, opting for a laugh instead. “So? Are you serious, Henry? I see the way you look at her. And I know, it must grind your gears seeing her talk to the boy. It does for me.”
Only the sound of Henry turning the bolts with a screwdriver could be heard. Afton almost thought the other man would ignore his comment, brushing it off.
Yet, the purple suited man found himself surprised, as Henry looked up once more- acknowledging with a cough clearing from his throat. “It does. But who am I to do anything about it? She’s our… employee. Sweet girl doesn't deserve the likes of us-“
“Oh please.” William scoffs, putting his cigarette out on the table. “Henry, are you still a Mormon or some bloody fucking sort? You preach about goodness, about what’s wrong or not..” The man darts his eyes to his fellow business partner, “But how are you, to judge? We profit over stolen ideas..”
The two men fall to silence.. The admission of their deed echoing across the room, with only Henry feeling the guilt, the shame of it all. The ginger-haired man sighed, almost letting out a groan. “Don’t, push me to do another fucked up thing, William. I don’t want to hurt her! Goodness. I’m telling you, we’re both divorced, and probably need to get laid- hell, let’s go find a prostitute instead of-“ William puts his hand up, stopping more of what his friend could speak.
“We never know.. Maybe an opportunity will fall to our hands, hmm? And.. well. Henry, I think you’re so stuck in the workshop, that you don’t hear her oh-so dirty thoughts about you, and me. Whispering it to her fellow coworkers, gaining the laughter of them. Slutty, isn’t it?”
Henry drops his screwdriver, his eyes widened behind his glasses and his cheeks blushing. “C-christ, really?” Which gains a nod from his sly companion, the man informing with a knowing cocky smirk. “Mhm. The silly girl doesn't notice her surroundings, to the point she’s unaware that I’ve been hearing her flimsy school-girl crush on us. Cute, no?”
Henry didn’t answer that. But as he does at moments of nervousness, he tugs his collar. Hoping to relieve the choking sensation of.. want.
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And here was the opportunity of a lifetime. William, coming to the rescue- as he puts his hand on your shoulder; which makes you look up at him. Round eyes, a little puffy- you’ve been crying, haven’t you? Afton knows he’s an evil calloused man, but there is never a moment in time where he isn’t perceptive. “Care to tell me what’s wrong, love?”
You turn your head to the side, a little embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing for you to even worry about, Mr. Afton-“ He tightens his hold on your shoulder and shakes his head. “No. I wish to know. You’re my favourite star employee. You deserve my attention.” His words make you raise an eyebrow, a little heated from such validation- you can’t help but resign to his words.
“Ok, uhm, fine. So that guy I mentioned? You remember?” He nods, listening. “Well.. That jerk was also talking to like.. two other girls. And he would say the same shit to them- making them feel special, like he did with me,” your voice gives out, trembling with anger and betrayal.
“Fuck him, really! I mean really, fuck that guy-“ you ranted, but soon enough you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, realizing the foul language you displayed in front of your own boss. William didn’t seem shocked though, actually, he held an amused smile. He then cupped your cheek and looked at you, holding you like a fragile thing.
“Oh.. he’s stupid. So stupid. Why on earth, would he see other girls? If you’re available.. No, he doesn't appreciate you. Not like how I do” He bends his knees a little, to look at you straight eye to eye; however your vision looks to the side, almost a bit nervous to see him directly. He then tsked, “Look at me.” Which immediately gains your attention. “You do not deserve him. You don’t deserve his attention. I would even say, nobody deserves you, but.. me. Of course.” He laughs, “oh, and maybe Emily.”
“But love, I mean it. I’ll give you everything that a silly young boy would never do.” You giggle, flustered, and you shake your head. Knowing this isn’t right, knowing that this bends the rules- a taboo that surrounds this temptation. “Mr. Afton, I appreciate your words b-but-“
You barely could get a word out. He presses his lips against you, and your knees buckle. Thank god, you take closing shifts. Because although your conscience lets out a cry, you can’t help but put your arms around his neck, tipping on your toes to taste his tongue while out in the open of the empty lounge area.
He tastes like cigarettes, and that whiskey he keeps in his office. He tastes like bitter black coffee, to which your sweetness contrasts. And his large palms move down your uniform, to have a handful of your behind. If you weren’t so dizzy with sensation, you would’ve been able to notice the growing hard-on the man seems to be having. You would’ve reached down, maybe unbuckle his belt- but he moved faster. He moved down to his knees.
You look down to him, a blush arises from your face- seeing the older man down on you, tugging the hem of that unflattering skirt of yours. Like he was starving. Hungry. Famished. “You don’t know how much.. I think of this.” He breathes out, your skirt falling down to the tiled ground- which exposed your panties. It wasn’t the most exciting piece of fabric, but he could see the dampness seeking through- and that was enough to push his hooked nose against your clothed clit. Just licking a strip against your mound— teasing you while you grip a bright tablecloth. As he takes a taste of your core, he quickly decides to just rip it off. He can buy you new ones, anyways- and it was getting in the way of what he truly needed.
“Mr.. Afton. I-I, shit!” He laughs, not caring of your yelps or protests- which didn’t come from true fear or undesire. It was the embarrassment of it all- your bum pressed against the table, the fact that it was in an open large space, the fact that your boss was on his knees- diving in and licking your folds. At any moment now, some onlooker can peek in and look at your own demise, or even worse, Henry coming into the scene, seeing your legs spread out like a bitch in heat—
“William.?” Fuck.
You meet eyes with the bearded man. His freckled face blushing, a red against his cheekbones. The papers in his hands long forgotten, now slipped onto the tiles of the floor. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but nothing comes out- and Afton, snapped out of his pussy-drunk stupor; looks to his friend with a smug grin. “Oh.. don’t worry. Just cheering our favourite employee up.” He excuses, as if the act of eating out his pretty little employee is nothing wrong, just an act of ‘help’. Emily looked to the two of you, knowing he should immediately stop this act, to shame Afton for abusing his power- but all of that ethical code comes crumbling down, when you look at him, blushing and panting, gripping your fingers against the table.
“Shouldn’t we make our sweetheart happy? Wouldn’t you wanna help out?” The suited man taunts, his words a temptation that his fellow friend wishes to deny. “I..I-I William, this isn’t-“
“Please.?” You whimpered out. Giving into the pleasure. This was absolutely against guidelines and everything you stood for- but with William drinking in your juices and lapping you up- your head dizzy and totally forgetting about that boy you were seeing, you might as well allow yourself to lose yourself. And besides.. you talked and giggled about the idea of this, didn’t you? This opportunity is nothing but a win for you, and you can admit to that. So with your flustered face, you mustered up the courage to look at Henry— and pleaded. “Please, please Mr. Emily.. please help me- I.. I want you to help me.”
And as if those words had broken a dam, Henry’s legs moved forward before he could think. Taking in the sight of you, and his business partner licking all over your cunt, he takes a deep breath. His hand cups your face, their warmer, much kinder than William’s— however, he smashes his lips, as if he was dying for a taste. Which then you let out a yelp, your bum fully sitting against the table as your thighs close around Afton, and he grunts. “That’s it.. What a good slut. Squeeze around me, make a mess.”
You nodded your head, eagerly and obediently, “Y-yes— I-i’ll, mmph!” mumbling beneath the lips of Henry, which he breathes in your scent when hearing your begging, desperate wanting cries. “You’re so cute, honey. Doing such a good job.. god- you’re so pretty.” And as if he can’t help himself, Emily dips his head down to your neck, peppering worshipping kisses, a red and purple mark blooming under his touch. He grabs a handful of your tits, and you can’t help but squirm.
“Christ, Henry you’re making her move too much.” William snarled out, however, going back to performing his duties- ensuring his tongue touches the bud of your core; his friend can’t help but talk back. “Can’t help it. She’s driving me mad.”
“Well, hold her down- will you?” And so Henry did, his hands grabbing your waist, making you stay still while he explores your mouth in every corner and crevice. You can’t help but whine— the dual stimulation makes your skin feel like it’s on fire, as if your voice can only let out moans and whimpers.
“Taste so fucking good.” Afton pulls out of the area between your thighs. Strands of your wetness were connected to his mouth, which he licked it up with the help of his tongue. He taps his friend, which did help Henry snap out of devouring your mouth- “Say.. Hen. Don’t you want a taste?” His friend looks down to the sight, your mound wet and glistening with clear liquid- silent to Afton's words, but clearly showing interest in doing so.
“I.. fuck. Y-yeah.” Emily looks at you, brushing your hair to the side of your ear. “Will you let me, honey?” You bit your lip, nodding. He shudders, thanking you repeatedly, as he helps you down to get on one of the chairs- so he can kneel down and fully eat you out. While you’re fully seated- William taps your cheek, reminding you that you don’t have just one boss at your disposal, but two.
“You’re my best worker, right, love? So..” He unzips his slacks, the bulge clear to the eye- and uses his hand to get his shaft out. “I know you can multitask, no? Be a dear, and help me out.” Afton grunts out, his hand stroking down and up- his tip seeping with pre-cum. As much as you gulp at his size, its length makes you hesitate, you push down your fear. You are his best worker, their best worker- so if it means having to get eaten out and perform a blowjob; so be it.
Immediately as you lock eyes with Afton, he taps your cheek with his cock, a large grin forming. And you obeyed- your lips wrapping around the tip, then down and down you go. William grunts, for the first time, losing his composure- “Fuck, that’s, that’s right.. Oh darling, what can you not do?” You hum from his praise, and also from Emily on his knees sucking you up- now adding his fingers to the mix.
“Pretty pussy. Such a pretty pussy- everything is so pretty about you, baby.” Henry breathes out, kissing your cunt- he then presses his finger in, which your hole sucks in the digits. “Take it in, you can do it.” His two fingers knuckle deep, hitting your spongy walls with slow deep strokes.
“Yeah.. Whatever Henry said. Take it.” Afton says, which he then takes the initiative to make you gag- hitting his cock to the back of your throat. You choke, spit and saliva spilling out of your mouth- and Henry looks at you with concern. “Will.. you’re not being too- rough, are you?”
“No, no, certainly not. You know why?” William pulls out a bit, only his tip being sucked on, “Because, she fucking likes it.” He then thrusts back in again, hitting the walls and caressing your tongue, and on cue- your pussy clenches around Emily’s fingers. Making Henry gasp out in surprise.
“She’s a slut, clear and thorough.” Afton breathed out, his eyes fluttering from the stimulation. He could feel your tongue wrapping around, licking his undershaft as he fucks your face. “A really sweet slut, though.” Henry adds softly, however even with his gentle words- the way he was scissoring your cunt with his two fingers was not gentle.
Soon enough they were in rhythm with each other, when William pushed his cock into your mouth, making sure you spill and drool around it; Henry pulls his fingers out a little, and brings it back to the hilt to rub that spot in your walls. In and out, out and in- and god, you were going to cum. Wailing to them, alerting your arrival, you yelp around the shaft invading your mouth. “Oh, is that pretty little slut gonna cum?” William hums, and Henry grunts. “She is.. Fuck. Oh honey, you can do it, you can do it—“
“That’s right love- shit- I’ll be cumming around soon. You’ll be a darling and drink it up, will you?” You nod, eyes welling up with tears, but you know you can take it, you need to take it. And soon enough, with Afton's last push, he hits your throat- his cum spilling out in your warm mouth. All the while, your cunt clenched and creams, your orgasm all muffled. But Henry shudders at the sight, licking up at any of the honey you poured out. William- for the first time giving you mercy, pulls out of your mouth, for the sake to hear your cute moans.
“Mr. E-emilyyy!! A-awhh.!! C..cumming.” Henry growls, he can’t help but to put his non-busy hand around your shaking ones, all the while he makes sure the last drop ends up on his tongue. “Goooood girl.” The man says, his beard a bit wet, but pussy drunk and obsessed with how his favourite worker came around his fingers and tongue.
Although you were all jelly, somehow you knew you weren’t done. It’s as if from this first ‘task’, you proved how much you can truly do. And both men were inching to use up your body, make sure their cum was inside and out, to taste you, to keep you in their hold. Afton kisses you, a chaste kiss that made him taste his own doing, and he looks you straight, eye to eye. “Such a good slut. Now.. Can you take more? I’m sure Henry wants relief.”
Emily coughs, he clears his throat “Ah.. no, no it’s not a big deal, we shouldn’t make her do it anymore-“ William chuckles, “Oh. Yeah. As if your hard-on isn’t visible at all.”
“And didn’t you say that you dreamed of her using your mouth on you?” Henry blushes, flustered at his old friend calling him out. The man then looks to you, to make sure that you were okay with it- and you respond with a dazed out smile, which signals; that you didn’t mind, no, you didn’t at all.
To the point, that your hand slowly gently cups his crotch, which you received an inhale from Mr. Emily. William chuckles at the sight, “Ah.. see Hen? I knew you would come around. Besides, it will be just like our time in college.”
Afton comes around to your behind, his palm rubbing against your ass. While you unzipped his business partner’s pants, you felt a familiar sensation against your weeping cunt. His cock, pressing against your slit, teasing your hole side from side— you whine, however trying to pay attention to the other hard cock underneath your face. As your hand pulls out from the man’s boxers, Henry’s shaft quickly comes into sight, its length lesser than William’s, but girth..
“H-how am I gonna fit this?” You admitted, Emily chuckles- giving you a wry smile. “Just try your best, sweetie.”
Hearing his encouragement, you nodded and took a tentative lick at his underside- which he responded with a loud groan and pant. “F-fuck.” Almost amused with his sensitivity, you give a coy smile: which leads you to gulfing half of his dick. You sputter, but it was worth it to hear Emily’s whine. As well- William shuffles closer to you, making you position away from the chair, your hands and knees going against the (hopefully) clean floor. Afton exhales, unraveling his tie around his neck, and taking off his purple suit jacket- which is thrown over the table. He rolls his sleeves, and soon he pushes his chest against your back, making you feel the expensive fabric of his shirt. “You be a good girl and help my old friend out. While i’ll- fuck- I’ll slide my cock right up into you, and you take it. Ok, sweetheart?”
You nod, and your whimpering consent is muffled due to your mouth being busy. Willam groans in approval, “Atta girl.” His cock now sliding up inside you, and your eyes well up.
“Oh. Fuckin’ hell. She’s tight as a fist, Henry.” Williams breaths out, his eyes darting towards his friends fluttering ones, and Henry lets out a strangled sigh. “Her mouth too.. Fuuuck.. God I could just cum. B-but I gotta.. gotta hold it.” They talk about you as if you’re not there- only commenting about the feeling of your holes and the warm insides, yet somehow this makes you drip even more.
William finally is thrusting into you, and you couldn’t help but allow your mouth to pop from Henry’s tip to let out a loud whimper.. “A—awh!! F..fuh, fuck! Soo muchhh.”
Henry can’t help but to share his sympathy, his hand holding your cheek and shushing. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You can do it baby, I know you can.”
William snorts, “You better do, darling. I’m counting on you to take our cocks like the whore you are. ‘Ohh no, it’s so much!’- come on, are you gonna be pathetic or just take it?” Afton mocks, and pushes his cock deep, deep, into you, and as you whimper- you go back to work. Henry lets out a sharp breath, his glasses fogging up. “Oh baby, thank you, thank you! Feels so fuckin’ good.” His words babbling, a strand of pleading as if he’s worshipping your mouth. The pleasure getting to him so much, his soft hands grip your hair, making you take him deeper— to the point it hits his base.
“Shit, Henry. If you do that she tightens up. Go fucking harder.” William growls, his hand grabbing onto your ass, certainly going to leave fingerprint bruises. Henry would’ve disapproved at the thought, but hearing your whimpers, your choking slurps— he couldn’t help it. And he abides, listening to his close friends order, which allows the men to be in sync. The pleasure almost numbs your mind.
Afton makes a large smile, “Great job, Hen.” The cock in your mouth pulses, and Williams breathes out, “See, sweetheart? Look how good you’re doing. Good at being a slut for two men that could be your father, good at being a fucktoy for your two bosses.’ He sneers.
He pounds into you harder, making you grip the floor tiles, mascara running down your face. “Say.. maybe this should be your new job.” He slaps your ass, which causes you to choke on Henry’s cock- the other man letting out a grunt. “Being the personal toy for your two bosses. The CEO’s slut,” Afton hovers more over you, as his tip grinds against your cervix- he nips your ear.
“You’ll be good at it for sure..” Henry admits, his hands trembling as he holds your hair, making you lick and swirl your tongue, your throat working its way.. “I wouldn’t mind.. no. F-fuck. I know it's so bad, but honey you’re just too good..”
Henry pushes you down harder. “Can’t help it sweetie. I’m so sorry. So sorry— fuck!”
“Yes.. You do feel too good.” William adds, and his silver eyes look down at you, degrading yet almost obsessive. “Too.” He pulls his cock, “Fucking,” and continue to thrust deep inside, “Good.”
Your legs almost give out, eyes rolling back to your head. You could feel yourself going dizzy, your head shooting blanks- unable to think except the feeling of having two cocks inside you. That warm feeling in your stomach arises, and you make a loud muffle. Alerting the two men. Henry pants, “I-I think she’s gonna cum. S-shit.. God! I’m gonna blow my load into you, honey.”
William lets out an exasperated laugh, shaking his head at the sight of both of you, however, still clearly affected by the feeling of your body. The slick sounds of skin and gurgles echoing in the large space, Afton's peppered hair sticking against the sweat of his head- William could admit, he had never been so fucking hard in his life.
“Christ. We should’ve done this earlier, Henry..” He complains, “Better late than never though.” He laughs, but soon he gets back to business- allowing his hand to slightly slap your face, “Darling, listen to me.”
William commands you, his eyes demanding your straight attention. “Me and Henry are gonna count to five. And when that countdown- ugh fuck… - goes down.. You better fucking take our cum. Got it?” And as you heard your final order, you immediately nodded.
“F-five. Oh honey.” You gagged around Henry. The drool dripped to the floor.
“Four.. That’s it, what a good fucking slut.” Afton growls out, his hand gripping your hips.
“Three,” Henry lets out with a strained voice, “Two.” William sneers. “One.” Both of the men said, and soon you could feel your body fully giving out.
“Sh-shit..! Oh baby, I love you.” Henry cries out, his cums going down your throat- which you had to swallow down, making sure no drop goes against the floor.
“Fuckin hell.” William breathed out, kissing the back of your neck, as his cock pulses inside your cunt, some of the liquid seeps out of your pussy. The two men slowly pull out, and your body gives out. Limbs now splayed against the cold ground, as your eyes flutter dumbly. Your two bosses look down at you, Henry with tenderness and William with subtle amusement, however they were, oh, so proud of you.
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You were left against the couch of the office. The two let you sleep, while they take a smoke and drink break, sitting next to your body that’s cuddled against him. Henry wraps your arm around you and peppers kisses against your tired face, all the while William rubs your ass, as if repenting for all the spanking and gripping he did.
William exhales a puff of a cloud, and he looks to Henry, his friend stiffening as if he knew his buddy will say something outrageous. “That boy.. Yeah he didn’t talk to other girls. I just framed and bribed him to stay away from her.” Afton casually says, and Henry blinks.
“What the fuck..?” He sighs, but Henry forms a smirk. “You know what.. I don't mind. We have something we can finally agree on. Our star employee.”
i miss the old william afton. dont get me wrong, i LOVE matthew lilard. but i miss my spring-locked scared, creepy smile, british, child killer william afton. i miss the boss of freddy fazbear pizzaria who is obsessed w his employee.
dadas missing her british anamatronic nerd murder twink
Characters: William Afton, Stu Macher, Stevo Levy, Tim Laflour & Doug Van Housen
Warnings: +18 content, minors DNI, rough sex, mentions of torture and unhealthy relationships
William Afton
William is a very rough and possessive lover in bed. His main goal is to make you cum by overstimulating and edging you over and over again. He would love to "torture" you just to hear you beg for mercy for him to stop, only to laugh at your face afterwards. He will degrade you and make you feel like a personal sex doll for his own pleasure
He isn't loud in bed, apart from a few low grunts when he's cumming, especially when it's inside you (his favorite place to cum)
His favorite position is missionary, so he can watch your face while he fucks you, and doggy style, where he can watch your pretty ass bounce with every thrust and have full control of your body as he presses your head down
He will be sweet and nice to you in public so that you feel attached to him, just to act cold between four walls. You never know which side of him you'll get, so it's always a new experience and a rush of adrenaline whenever the two of you are about to fuck
He won't mind hurting you by talking to other women his age. In fact, he will feel great that you're jealous because of him and because he can "control" your feelings. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT do the same to him. He'll make you regret it and you'll be covered in bruises the next day if not worse lol
That being said, William is extremely possessive of you, even if he doesn't admit it because you must know that you're only his
If you're in an official relationship with him, he'll take more care of you and be more attentive to your needs, so he'll be able to make love to you if you ask beg him to. But don't forget his "true persona" and his evil nature, so his "sweet version" won't last forever
Stu Macher
Stu is a sweeter lover in bed, if you're his girlfriend. If you're not, he'll be the horniest guy you've ever met and will fuck you just to get off, so he'll be pretty annoying just to get in your pants.
He's always in the mood for it, so you better be prepared to deal with a super clingy and touchy Stu all day. He won't even mind where you guys are, he just wants to kiss and be inside you.
His favorite position is the one where he can put your legs around his shoulders to fuck you deeper while looking into your eyes, since he knows his dick is huge and it can reach places you never knew about yourself it'll hurt a bit, just so you know
His pace is pretty fast, but he isn't too rough, unless you ask for it. If you guys are dating or having a deep level of intimacy, he'll tell you about his darkest kinks in hope you'll accept them and want to experiment them as well.
Such as knife kink, chasing kink, pain kink (both sides), dacryphilia, predator/prey dynamic kink, and much more.
He'll want you to have sex with Billy too eventually, with Stu still present obviously, just to prove to Billy what a good girl you are and how lucky he is to have you for himself also to have an excuse to be more intimate with Billy lmao
BUT, if you ever find out about his double life and even then you stayed loyal and accepted him, or even want to join them, Stu will kill and die for you without blinking an eye, if necessary. He'll do anything for you and your sex will be even more... thrilling
Stevo Levy
We all know that Stevo is all about rebellion, drugs and sex. Those are the three things he needs in his life to feel alive and give life some meaning.
Stevo is actually a great lover as long as you guys keep your relationship unofficial and stay faithful to each other!! From his countless experiences, he's great in bed, always making you feel sexy and valued by kissing and worshipping every part of your body.
He'll fuck you anywhere, whether it's at parties, at a friend's house, in a hidden spot in the middle of the street that he's found, literally anywhere. And he won't give two fucks if you guys get caught, and will fight whoever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes nasty comments about you.
His kisses are sloppy and wet, especially when he's high or drunk, so by the end of the night you'll be covered in his spit. In the beginning, his sex is primal and he will fuck you like he needs it to stay alive, which means there'll be sweat, hickeys and your sore pussy in the next morning.
You'll also notice a change in your sexual encounters the moment he falls in love with you: he'll be more sweet, his pace will be more slow and sensual, and your pleasure will always come first rather than his, even if it means he doesn't get to come. He wouldn't tell you that he's falling for you, but you would find out when Bob and Mike told you he had been acting weird lately and by the fact that he had beaten the shit out of a guy who was flirting with you at a party.
Also, he's a switch in bed, if you tease him enough ;)
Tim Laflour
Sex with Tim is a very polemical topic, as we all know. Ever since he began to commit to his pledge, it was a bit challenging to convince him to make sex with you... but only at the beginning.
You're too irresistible for him to reject his sexual needs, so after one month of dating, he begged you on his knees to just taste and eat you out he literally cried. There's no penetration , so it doesn't count as actual sex, right?
After that "incident", you began to tease him more to get what you wanted. To be intimate with your boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that. And believe me when I tell you it worked perfectly.
Tim is probably the most attentive, caring and loving partner you'll ever have in bed and in general. He can't be extremely rough or mean with you, it's all just pure love and tenderness with him. He would probably die from sadness and regret if he ever hurt you.
Before you started dating him, he was more dominant and wanted to prove to you that he was good in bed. Now that you've been dating for months, he's mostly a sub in the bedroom, loving the way you dominate him and make him beg for release.
But don't get me wrong, because in moments when he's feeling desperate, he won't let you have your way and will actually fuck you instead of making sweet, sensual love. He will apologize afterwards if he was too rough and the aftercare will be perfect.
This big boy loves quickies, especially if you're both stoned or drunk at your closest friend's house. On those occasions, his pace is very fast, as if he was losing his virginity to a goddess and couldn't control his sexual desires, and he grabs you as if you might run away from him. In the end, you always laugh at how cute, desperate, and clingy he was with you.
LISTEN, this boy right here has a hockey player/cheerleader role-play kink. He goes crazy when you dress up as a semi-naked cheerleader and ride him, telling him how such a good boy he was and that he deserved a reward for winning the game. BUT, if his team loses, you've discovered one thing that turns his sadness into excitement... and that being said, Tim never leaves a game upset anymore, regardless of the result, because he knows that has soon as you get home, you're going to peg him until he begs you to let him come. YES, he's definitely into pegging.
The fact that he has a piercing on his penis and probably on his nipples too, it can add extra fun in sex, since he is very sensitive on those specific spots. Whenever you play with his piercings, expect him to cum within a few minutes. He's also the loudest in the bedroom ;))
Doug Van Housen
Lord have mercy on you if you want to have sex with Doug Van Housen. He's the definition of destruction in sex, and if you're into pain and hard BDSM, then he's the right lover for you.
If you're not officially dating and it's just sex between you two, prepare to be constantly bruised and sore. He will use you as his sex doll, only for his pleasure and won't care much if he hurts you.
He gets turned on by your cries, your pain, your vulnerability, devotion and loyalty towards him, the way you give him the power to control and abuse you. But even then, you won't be able to see his softer side ever if he doesn't have real feelings for you.
If he does have feelings for you somehow, things will be a bit... different. He will be a bit more affectionate (not too much, just kisses and possessive side hugs) and focus more on your pleasure.
He won't stop fucking you until he made you cum several times and you don't have energy to simply get up. He enjoys the exhaustion he causes you, edging you first countless times, which means he did a great job in pleasuring you.
He'll want to mark and carve his initials on your soft skin, just so you know who you belong to and never forget it... as if you would ever forget, but "just in case your silly pussy decides to misbehave its master", he would say.
He's probably the kinkiest and most perverse of them all, and the one with the darkest fantasies too. He sees you only as his property, and won't hesitate to torture anyone who tries to take you away from him. But no one smart enough will challenge him if they have the will to live.
