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[williamsno1glazer]

William Afton x reader

A fourth one?

Summary: he comes home after a long day of work and decides he wants another kid. My version of WillCare sooo OOC for canon William.

Contains: breeding, submissive reader, manipulation if you squint, blowjobs, Doggystyle I think??, lactating, pet names, praise but also degradation, bulge, aftercare

This is my first smut fic so sorry if it's bad.. using Y/N cringes me out but whatever.

I pull up in my drive way, and pause for a moment before getting out. It was already late, the kids must be asleep by now, I think, as I head over to the door. I don't knock, I don't need to. The door immediately opens and she jumps into my arms, greeting me with a bundle of kisses on my face.

“Took you long enough to come home. How was your day honey?" [Y/N] asks, pulling away and walking to the kitchen. I follow her, my eyes never leaving her figure.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, the animatronics were being a bit difficult.” I lied. She doesn't need to know about the experimentations.

“If you say so." [Y/N] shrugs. "Dinner is in the oven. I'll see you upstairs.” I hear her voice fade away.

My lovely wife is always doing exactly what I need. She's exactly the type of person I've always wanted. Submissive and mature. Quickly, I eat the food and join her upstairs. Silence echoes through the house as I pass by my children's usually loud rooms.

When I walked into our room, [Y/N] was standing at the window, her nightgown loosely hugging her body. As I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in, she exhales heavily.

"William. I missed you.” She turns around to look at me.

"I missed you, darling.” I kissed her passionately as her arms wrapped themselves around my neck. Deepening the kiss, she let my tongue take control, dancing with her. I moved a bit closer, pressing her up against the wall.

She broke the kiss, creating a trail of saliva between us. [Y/N] stared at me for a good moment before kissing me again. One of my hands found their way to her breast and I squeezed gently, earning a precious moan from her. I couldn't help but chuckle against her lips.

“Wow, three kids isn't enough for you, hmm poppet?"

She rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. You're the one being the perv."

Tilting my head, I looked her up and down.

“Can you blame me? Any man would miss seeing you large with my child. Fuck, I'm getting hard just at the thought of it. What do you say, sweetheart? A fourth one?" She blushed as I murmured into her ear, slowly grinding my hips against hers so she could feel my growing desire.

During her many pregnancies, I always made sure to show her just how much I loved to breed her, keeping her barefoot and locked away from everyone. No one else got to see her curvaceous form everyday. Gosh, those were some of the best times in my life. The way she was dependent on me, yearning for me and needing me to take care of her, did things to me she would never understand.

"William…I don't know. Four children? I only wanted two. Plus I don't want it to be a case where some children are emotionally neglected or..” and then she started rambling on about the consequences and what not. But a fierce kiss shut her up. She immediately melted into it, her body fitting against mine as if she was made for me. Her hand slid down from my neck to my chest to my belt. Unbuckling it, [Y/N] slipped her soft hand inside my trousers, wrapping her fingers around my erect member.

"I'll take that as a yes.” I snarled in her ear again, lifting her up effortlessly and tossing her into our bed. She giggled but didn't object when I climbed on top of her. She gazed at me as if I was her entire world. She would do anything for me. That turned me on so much.

"My little bunny, so willing to please, right?” My hand met her heat as I teased her, feeling the slick through her thin sleepwear. She nodded eagerly, eyes ready to obey. Small adorable “mmm"’s left her as I picked up the pace with my long slender fingers.

“William, hurry up." She breathed.

“What's wrong, princess?"

“Stop playing with me."

A deep laugh escaped me. Fine, if that's what my darling wife wishes. I pulled my fingers away and made quick work of her clothes. She truly was a goddess in disguise with that body. Sometimes I cannot fathom the fact she's mine.

I inserted my fingers back into her before lowering my head to her breast. I opened my mouth and began to suck on her nipple. Slowly, a warm gooey liquid began to draw out. My youngest son was only a few months old, the milk is still there. It felt like heaven itself was on my tongue, blessing me with all it's glory. My sucking frantically increased wanting to get more of her very own divine nectar. My cock hardened the more I drank. This is what made her tits so heavy and full just like how I'm about to fill her up my cum.

“Up. On your knees in front of the bed. Now." I commanded through gritted teeth, I couldn't handle it anymore. I watched her get up and do what I said, her fat ass jiggling as she did so. Maria opened her mouth wide, I didn't even need to say a word. I freed my cock, pumped it a few times in front of her face before gently putting it in her mouth. I gave her a few moments to adjust before she started to suck me off. And let me tell you, her blowjobs are unlike any other. She sucked on cock: her tongue traced the veins on my mushroom tip; her teeth grazed my dick with every suck and her hands fumbled with my balls.

My head shot back, I was so close already, so unbelievably close. She knew exactly what to do. My large hands gripped her hair before I started spamming myself down her throat. My bunny choked but didn't dare complain. I know she likes it like that.

“Look at you, choking on my cock like a good girl. I can't wait to fill you up with another child." Her saliva began to pool at my feet but I didn't really care as she sloppily let me use her mouth as a toy. I noticed that she had started playing with her tits during this whole thing. Fuck it was so hot watching milk run down her chest, mixing with saliva.. Soon, I came down her throat and she took it all like my slut.

"Good puppy, now show.” Panting, she opened her mouth to show her cum covered tongue. It did nothing but make me hard again.

"Did I do good, honey?" She asked while wiping her mouth.

“Of course you did, no one can do it better than my personal slut. Now get back on the bed so I can take care of you."

She got up and laid face down on the bed, just the way I liked it. [Y/N] is gorgeous, there's no doubt about that. But something about watching her ass jiggle and being able to hold her waist while fucking her from behind did something to me and she knew that, not even having to ask what position I wanted. Plus every time we did this position, she always got pregnant.

I spread out her cunt with my digits, before lining up my cock with it and slowly pushing in.

“That's it, take it like a whore." Eventually, after many moans from us both, I was fully in. My cock was big and girthy, but I no longer had to painfully stretch her out after her previous pregnancies. She was looser but for the better.

"Please I need it, just fuck me already.”

I did exactly that. I like to start off slow, rolling my tip to the deepest corners of her pussy until I find her sweet spot. It didn't take long considering the fact we've been married for 10+ years. I lean down to let my fingers squeeze and play with her nipples, spilling her wonderful milk all over the bed. Her gripping the sheets was enough to tell me when I found it. I picked up the pace. In. Out. In. Out. Every thrust was meant to breed her, to fill her up, to claim her womb.

“I'm gonna make you a bitch in no time. Just imagine, your perfect body, round and big with my child again. Fuck, I absolutely love fucking your pussy over and over and then once you give birth I'll do the whole thing over again. Hmm, you'll be my breeding bitch. After this fourth, we'll have a fifth and so on, we won't stop." Yes I was rambling, but can you blame me?

“Yes please yes please. Just for you. William, please just don't stop."

“Fuck yes. All mine." I grunted before pulling her over so her big ass was basically on my lap. I smacked and kneaded her ass, watching it jiggle on my cock. I picked up the pace again, feeling myself get close.

“I'm gonna keep you bred all the time. Everyone will see who you belong to."

She backed up onto me, pressing my cock further into her throbbing cunt.

“Eager whore aren't you? Don't worry, I've got you."

“Please..Will.”

I pounded a few more times before releasing. I held her close, making sure it takes as my thick hot white ropes paint her insides. [Y/N] takes my hand and brings it to her stomach, letting me feel the bulge I created. After a few moments, I pulled out, watching the cum spill out like a waterfall.

“Michael will be delighted when he hears he has another sibling." She joked, knowing our eldest hates it.

“Too bad, he has to know I can't handle seeing you not round and bred."

We cleaned it up, showered and laid in bed together. I held my wife close, breathing in her coconut aroma.

“I love you so much. I'd kill for you."

“I know you would." She muttered back before falling asleep. If only she knew I was being serious.

[hachiluvv]

clues!

summary: your dads are pro heroes, of course they're going to notice ft: bf!hitoshi shinshou x reader, erasermic, eri's here too! notes: reader is erasermic's daughter, sigh i love the headcannon of them adopting eri I LVOE THEM wc: 1k

aizawa noticed it first.

your room wasn't messy, but it wasn't tidy either. little pockets of mess littered your room, accompanied by your posters, framed pictures of friends and family, and shelves lined with books, CDs and trinkets. your father sifted through your room, until something foreign poking out from under your bed sheets caught his eye.

he flipped up your sheets to reveal a black hoodie that was two sizes too large and smelt faintly like cologne. the wrinkled article of clothing was tucked away under your blankets and duvet cover, but it was unmistakable; this wasn't yours. he picked it up and pulled it closer to his face, inspecting the fabric.

"what are you doing?"

aizawa stiffened, freezing like a deer in headlights. he turned slowly, only to be greeted by a scowl on your face. you stood in the doorway, arms crossed and clearly disappointed in your dad. your eyes trailed down to the fabric in his grip, before they widened. you swiftly snatched the hoodie from his hands and stuffed it into a nearby drawer.

"stop going through my stuff!" you frowned at the dark haired man, his guilty expression still on his face.

"sorry pumpkin," he shot a sheepish smile in your direction, a hand coming up to graze the nape of his neck. "i was going to do a load of laundry, you sure you don't wanna put your hoodie-"

"get out dad!" you were already ushering him out the door, pushing him with all your might. the tips of your ears flushed red and the look on your face implied you had been caught doing something you shouldn't. aizawa, now banished to the hallway, glanced back into your room, looking for a reason as to why you were acting so flighty.

"dinner's ready in five-"

SLAM-

the tan of the wooden door greeted his face.

ugh, teenagers.

yamada had his suspicions.

"YOOO, what's this dawg?"

yamada scrolled through your playlist as you drove, hands shaking at the wheel. you sat in the driver's seat, a bundle of nerves as your dad overlooked your driving practice. he was helping you prepare for your driving test — or at least he was trying to.

instead of making sure you were obeying the rules of the road, he was messing with the screen in between you two, looking through the playlist you threw on before starting the car.

"pops, you're supposed to be helping me drive!" you whined, one hand tapping your fingers impatiently against the wheel while the other reached for the gear stick. "and don't call me 'dawg'. that's so cringe." your dad ignored your comment, still rifling through the collection of songs. the title of the playlist, 'him', elicited a raised eyebrow from him.

love song. love song. another love song. a song about love. a song about yearning. a song about sex-

yamada's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. before the could turn to ask you what the hell inspired you to add such songs to your playlist, the car came to an abrupt stop. his body jerked, and he had never been so grateful for seat belts. a hand instinctively shot out to protect you from hurtling forward.

he turned to see a mortified look on your face, and followed your gaze to where a little cat licked it's paws in the middle of the road, a meter away from the car. he correctly assumed it was the culprit behind the sudden halting of the vehicle.

then, all at once, it hit him. you broke out into a wailing sob, the car behind yours honked it's horn angrily, and Sabrina Carpenter's vocals blared from the radio. even for a loud guy like him, this was too much.

"it's okay, love," he said unbuckling his seat belt and climbing out the car. "i'll drive us home, and we can try again tomorrow." he embraced you in a tight hug as you wiped your tears and snot on his shirt.

the car ride home was silent, your father casting sympathetic looks your way as you calmed down from your earlier driving incident. he let you relax, but not without making a mental note to ask you what inspired your choice of songs in your playlist.

eri hammered the final nail in the coffin.

"who's this one, eri-chan?" aizawa examined the drawing the young girl had handed him to pin onto the fridge. his eyes scanned the picture, taking a sip of his coffee.

the piece of paper in his hand depicted four figures. one was clearly him, with his dark, unkempt hair and capture tape (or at least what he thought was his capture tape) flowing in the wind. another was obviously yamada, a giant mouth drawn onto an egg shaped head with electric yellow hair that was almost as tall as him. you were next to them, a smile scribbled onto your face, and you… were holding the hand of an unfamiliar figure.

aizawa squinted at the drawing, now pinned onto their art gallery of a fridge. yamada copied him, peering over his partner's shoulder.

"is this one's hair supposed to be purple?" yamada asked eri, who was already working on her next artwork. she looked up to her dads with big doe eyes and nodded vigorously.

"and they have… are those eye bags?" aizawa brought a hand to his chin.

"um, i dunno," eri cocked her head to the side in confusion. "that's just how he looks!" the pair continued to rack their brains for the identity of the mystery person intruding their family portrait.

"and they're y/n's… friend?"

"yep!" the young girl grinned. "they hold hands, and kiss, and he told me he loves her!"

a silence fell over the kitchen, the scratching of eri's pencil on paper the only sound heard in the room.

"and who would that be, eri-chan?" yamada asked slowly and quietly, uncharacteristic of him. aizawa's grip tightened on his mug, squeezing the ceramic in his hands.

"shinsou-kun, duh!"

crack.

pieces of ceramic and drips of coffee scattered across the kitchen tiles — aizawa crushed his mug with his bare hands.

"i think they know."

a change in his teachers' behaviour wasn't lost on your boyfriend; shinsou spent the last week with extra duties in homeroom, felt like eraserhead was particularly hard on him in their training sessions, and present mic shouted louder at him than usual, if that was even possible.

"if they don't know by now, that's on them." you looked to your boyfriend with a smile.

he was lying on your bed, his purple locks tousled and his eyes looking into yours. you leaned forward to place a peck on his lips, causing him to pull you closer. you giggled as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you down to lie next to him.

"YOOO, what in the world?!"

"what the fuck."

your dads stared at the two of you, your bedroom door now swung open. you rolled your eyes while shinsou looked mortified. you had never seen him jump up so fast. you laughed, knowing that this scenario was always inevitable.

"yeah, you might be dead."

ARGH I LOVE THIS ONE ,, i'm still working on requests, tho don't be afraid to keep em coming!!

i hope you's had a wonderful valentines and ate loads of chocolate or whatever!! i heart u guys

luvv, hachiluvv xx

[strawbraki]

HONEYPIE .ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 mha men as girl dads | includes: i. midoriya, k. bakugo, s. todoroki, t. iida, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. shinso, n. monoma, t. shigaraki, k. takami, s. aizawa, m. togata

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ i. midoriya

➜ midoriya's great with kids! defo cried when he held his daughter for the first time, like full-on ugly sobbing.

➜ since the day you told him you were pregnant he kept a notebook for everything relating to kids, now that she's born, keeps a collection for her through the years noting her interests, preferences, so on.

➜ will profusely apologize if he raises his voice even slightly.

➜ the PTA's favorite parent because he is on top of everything, has arranged multiple school events on top of his grueling schedule.

➜ practices his 'serious dad' voice in the mirror. does not use it.

➜ keeps every single drawing she's ever made, even the ones where he isn't exactly sure how the orange triangle is a giraffe?

➜ is actually excited to attend all of her events, marks them on every calendar he has access to, sits through all of it without any complaints.

➜ writes her little notes for the day and slips them into her lunchbox

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ k. bakugo

➜ swears he'd never be one of those soft parents, folds as soon as she cries in his arms.

➜ is extremely good at styling her hair for some reason, she refuses to let anyone else do it because they don't 'do it right'.

➜ she will climb him like her own personal jungle gym, and he will pretend to hate it.

➜ calls her a little 'gremlin' and is one of those parents who jokes she isnt actually his kid and you two got her from the dumpster.

➜ threatens the 'monsters' under her bed extremely seriously, will discuss war tactics with her if the 'monster' doesn't go away.

➜ i just know that kid is a little shit like him, his mom loves taunting him with it. ("now you know what you put me through.")

➜ doesn't believe in babysitters, takes time off for her majority of the time, the most he'll be convinced to do is maybe let her stay with his parents or his friends and even that he hesitates to do.

➜ lets her help out in the kitchen, or well mostly just be there for moral support while he tells her to not shove her head in the oven or something.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ s. todoroki

➜ shoto was honestly scared to become a father in the first place, and i don't think he'd have a gender preference or anything because he never wants to be like his father was when he was growing up. very gentle with her.

➜ offers her his pinky to hold wherever they're going even if it's just going to the kitchen from the bedroom, he never lets go first either.

➜ uses his quirk to warm her up or cool her down depending on the weather, for the first few years of her life she genuinely does not know about temperature variation because he makes sure she's always comfortable.

➜ very seriously attempts 'dad jokes', because he doesn't exactly understand what they're meant to be. she laughs anyway.

➜ you know this man spoils her, anything she looks at? give him one in every single color.

➜ he isn't very good at emotional talks or feelings but he'll always listen to whatever she has to say, and most of the time thats enough.

➜ takes a lot of candid pictures of her to keep as memories.

➜ very keenly interested in her drawings, thinks she's some sort of abstract mastermind.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ t. iida

➜ his ass is PREPARED. color-coded calendars? done. schedules to optimize every single day? done.

➜ parenting manual truther i fear. reads them religiously and thinks that he's gonna follow them perfectly. until he realizes that a child is.. spontaneous.

➜ always cheers the loudest at school events, even if it's a bit stoic.

➜ neither of them can dance for shit. he teaches her his robot moves and she can replicate them perfectly somehow??

➜ can be a bit strict in terms of discipline and teaching but melts almost immediately if she looks at him with those eyes.

➜ panics if she scrapes her knee or even gets a paper cut, she's the one comforting him sometimes.

➜ watches kids tv shows with her to 'monitor what content she's consuming', but is just really into watching bluey.

➜ doesn't spoil her in the same way as shoto would per say, but will buy anything if she asks nicely enough.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ e. kirishima

➜ #1 GIRL DAD. HAS A T-SHIRT THAT SAYS SO WITH HER FACE ON IT.

➜ you know he hypes her up for whatever she's doing, and she energetically babbles in response.

➜ carries her on his shoulders literally everywhere. she's his little princess afterall.

➜ cries at her events, literally as soon as she's up on stage, here come the waterworks.

➜ encourages her to be open about her emotions and express how she feels however she's comfortable. feelings are manly!

➜ he likes doing drawing and doing coloring books with her, calls them a great bonding activity.

➜ both him and that kid have some hyperfixation on squishmellows, the nursery is practically overflowing with them at one point.

➜ he shows her off like crazy. "oh this? it's just a world's best dad mug my daughter bought as a gift for me because my daughter is just so amazing."

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ d. kaminari

➜ oh he's a disaster, he does not know how to do this, literal trainwreck but it's kind of endearing?

➜ he lets her win at whatever they're playing, because he's just so cool. honestly most of the time she just wins on her own but he gets to play it off as him being humble.

➜ menace duo, constantly trying one prank or another. god forbid they get their hands on water balloons. all hell breaks loose.

➜ tries to help with her homework to appear smart and manages to fail miserably, she ends up teaching him.

➜ embarrasses her constantly, he thinks it's funny.

➜ buys her a minifridge for some reason?? thinks it's the best gift known to mankind.

➜ midnight snack hoarders the both of them. literally it'll be like two in the morning and they're both eating cheese puffs or something.

➜ she thinks he's the funniest, coolest guy in the world.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ h. shinso

➜ pretty relaxed and laidback, he's quite observant though.

➜ will instantly figure out when something's wrong, what it is and how to make her feel better about it. most of the time it involves harassing the family cat, or food, or both.

➜ uses his voice changer to replicate the voices from whatever cartoon character she likes, even without it he can do a mean squidward.

➜ the two can sit in silence very comfortably.

➜ teaches her emotional intelligence and boundaries very early on so that she doesn't take anyone's shit like he used to in junior high.

➜ lets her paint his nails whatever color she wants, so yes, pro hero nighthide does have sparkly pink nails and he owns them.

➜ both of them have like creepily similar food preferences, and both of them for some reason hate peas with a burning passion.

➜ she sleeps best when she's laying on his chest.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ n. monoma

➜ one word. dramatic. very dramatic.

➜ brags about her so hard, to like literally anyone, man, woman, tree. ("my daughter is far superior, naturally.")

➜ absolutely insufferable to other parents, the PTA has considered banning him on multiple occasions.

➜ will verbally berate literally anyone who even looks at her the wrong way, and yes will completely freak out when she brings anybody home.

➜ literally has speeches prepared for her birthday parties, and they aren't short either, one of them went on for a good hour and a half.

➜ almost like over-praises the smallest accomplishments but never in a demeaning way and they sound so genuine it's actually kind of funny.

➜ they have matching tuxedos.

➜ that child is just like him and can actually eviscerate anybody verbally because she's been learning sarcasm since the ripe age of three.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ t. shigaraki

➜ shigaraki isn't great with kids. honestly he lowkey doesn't like them, but he cares a lot for his own.

➜ terrified of hurting her, will always be extra careful around her while keeping his hands gloved just in case.

➜ overprotective to the point where it's sometimes paranoia.

➜ physically flinches when he hears her crying. he doesn't know what to do.

➜ he definitely struggles a lot with patience but has never once taken anything out on her because at the end of the day, he loves that kid more than anything.

➜ he's a little freak who actually enjoys baby food and snacks for some reason, like literally has favorite flavors of baby food that he'll buy extra of so that both of them can eat it together. it's actually disgusting but it's a hill he'll die on.

➜ she watches him play games like it's the most interesting thing in the world, he'll give her a disconnected controller sometimes so that she thinks she's playing.

➜ not the best with affection but he does try, he even read up on it on some shitty parenting site because he wanted to but in the effort.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ k. takami

➜ 'cool dad' and self-proclaimed dilf.

➜ takes her flying so much that the girl actually flew before she learned how to walk properly.

➜ his own childhood was terrible and will do anything in his power to make sure that she doesn't for a second feel the way he felt for all those years.

➜ cries on her first day of school harder than she does and always picks her up from the sky.

➜ she puts him in time out when he's made one bad joke too many.

➜ gives her one of his feathers whenever she's away from him so that he always knows she's safe and also because who wouldn't want to show off that their dad is the pro-hero hawks.

➜ brings her little trinkets from all his missions, and she keeps them all safe in a special little box.

➜ she's his little baby bird and he keeps her wrapped in his wings whenever she's cold or can't sleep.

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ s. aizawa

➜ THE GIRL DAD EVER in a nonchalant way.

➜ practically raised eri for a while and his class of problem children so he is experienced and ready for anything she can throw at him.

➜ they have matching sleeping bags.

➜ is really blunt with his advice and doesn't sugarcoat things in the slightest but cares deeply.

➜ will bring her to class sometimes and all of his students fawn over her. she's like a class pet.

➜ carries around snacks god knows where and just always has them on him?? its kinda creepy.

➜ stays up all night if she's sick.

➜ the two have a designated nap time where they just like go to bed?? in sync?? how is this possible??

♡⠀ 𓈒۫ m. togata

➜ THE BEST DAD EVER REGARDLESS OF THE GENDER OF THE CHILD BECAUSE MIRIO TOGATA THE MAN YOU ARE.

➜ encourages her constantly, is her number one hype man, and like kirishima, also has a shirt with her face on it. in fact he has MULTIPLES.

➜ does her hair, dresses her up, takes her shopping, you name it, he's already doing it.

➜ makes her breakfast, lunch and dinner in with those silly shapes and yes her rice has to be shaped like hello kitty and her sausages have to be cut into little octopus or else she wont eat it.

➜ bedtime stories with sound effects and different voices. it's a wholeass theatrical production.

➜ helps her with her homework, teaches her how to be kind and express herself, honestly what can't this man do?

➜ carries her around everywhere because she's always going to be his princess and no one will ever take that away from him.

➜ makes the best silly faces and is a pro at peek-a-boo.

[strxbrrysugar]

Tomura as your bf…

Just general hc’s

And kinda what I feel like people get wrong about him (emphasis on what I feel)

Tags: gn!reader, some smut towards the end, ended up longer than I expected 💀, I obviously have a lot of opinions about this

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• first of all, I feel like people forget sometimes how normal he is. Like, yeah, he’s a super big criminal and all that stuff…but he’s also like a 20 year old dude with 20-yr-old-dude habits and feelings yk? It’s kinda a weird balance, but I feel like in the show we see a very good representation of when he’s ‘on’ and when he’s ‘off’ the villain side of himself ykwim?

• so, kinda in the same vein as that, somehow people make him too normal, or too innocent/kinda stupid. We know he’s not stupid at all, he’s super analytical and stuff. He’s just like…quiet. Like people almost make him sheltered just because he didn’t grow up experiencing much stuff. Just because he didn’t experience it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know about it.

• that goes especially for romantic/relationship stuff. Like, yeah, he’s probably never had a crush on a real person before, but he knows what a crush is. He’s not an idiot who would ‘accidentally confess it’ to you. He’d probably spend weeks like ruminating and trying to convince himself he doesn’t have a crush, and it’s only obvious because he actively avoids you more than the others

• then on the other side, people make him too mean and controlling. Hot take- he’s way more chill than y’all think. Like guys…we literally see the way he treats people he cares about. He’s not outwardly mean or controlling, and makes it extremely clear how much he trusts and respects them. And in the later seasons, his whole thing is about ‘letting the league live how they want’.

• so, no, as your boyfriend he probably wouldn’t have to give u permission to go places and keep you super close. You could probably go days without talking and he’d be chill. You wanna go out for a few days? Fine, let him know when you plan on being back. You need to go do something private? Fine, don’t tell him, but he might ask when you get back. I could see him going either way on like having your location at all times, but he probably wouldn’t check it all that often unless you’ve been gone for a while.

• ok…might step on some toes, and I know I’ve been a victim of this myself, but the bad boy x good girl type tropes would not fly with him. I feel like he’d be the type to genuinely HATE having to take care of someone. He values his team because they’re strong and capable, and the same would apply to someone he’s dating. Having to consistently save you or help you during missions/fights would probably piss him off more than anything.

• because of that, I feel like he would simultaneously be more lenient with someone he’s dating and have higher expectations. Like, yeah, you can get closer. You can annoy him a bit more before he snaps. You can invade his space more than anyone else. But you better have your shit together when it counts. It might even be like a leadership thing, like if he’s gone for whatever reason for a long time, he’d trust whoever he’s dating with making decisions, or at least with getting the league together to decide all together. And during missions and stuff, he’d expect you to be fully capable of yourself. If he has to help you once or twice, then fine, but don’t make it a habit.

• another thing- PEOPLE FORGET HOW COCKY HE IS. It’s kinda like the ‘making him too innocent thing’. People make him way too nervous and anxious. Literally a huge chunk of his character is consistently being arrogant. He believes 100% in his ideals and his plans and all that, and he gets frustrated when things don’t go his way (although that’s more in the beginning of the show).

• so while dating, he wouldn’t necessarily be ‘shy’. I feel like if he needed guidance or whatever, or just needed to know something about what you want/like, he’d ask straight up. If he wants attention, he’d be offended if you decline after he asked for it. If it’s his first time doing something (dates, kissing, whatever) he’d probably look it up first and go in fully confident, but take whatever notes you have.

• since he asks things straight up and spends so much time researching you, he knows you. Like, 100% knows you. Everything about you that he can find or get out of you. And he doesn’t judge you for anything, or very rarely, and never for anything you can’t change. He chose you for a reason- because he likes you- and that means everything…or at least 90%. It’s probably to the point where he can predict how you’ll react to most things, he knows your mood as soon as he sees you, he knows when somethings bothering you.

• idk the best way I can describe him is like…independent, observant, and indulgent. He’s highly independent, and he expects you to respect that. He also expects you to be independent, and not cling too much or try to push him to open up too much. As I said, he knows everything about you. But he’s also just keeping an eye on you. He won’t stop you from doing what you want, but he’ll make sure you’re alright. As for indulgent, we all know he likes to treat the people he cares about if he has the means to do it. If you really want something, whether it be material or something from him, he’d most likely do his best to make it happen.

• and one last thing…THIS MAN IS A YEARNER. He is touch starved. He is affection starved. Once he accepts his feelings, and once he knows you feel the same, he’s locked in. You can’t pull him away from his main goal, but keeping a significant portion of his ideal fuyure reserved for you is a new piece of his puzzle. I feel like he’s the type to just…admire. He keeps a lot of thoughts inside, especially when it comes to feelings, so instead his thoughts are only obvious by the way he looks at you.

• we know he admires his teams strength, which extends to you. He trusts you. He values your skills and your presence. So when you’re in the middle of a fight and he has a second, he’s admiring your strength. When you’re planning or contributing to his own plan, he’s admiring your mind. Even when you’re just messing around, he’s admiring your smile, the way you laugh, and your happiness becomes a priority.

• another hot take: he’s not that much of a perv and doesn’t sexualize you. I honest to god can’t imagine him pushing boundaries like stealing panties or smth. I feel like he’s too self aware for that, like he knows that’s actually gross and weird (sorry if ur into that). And he wouldn’t be the type to randomly slap your ass or make some weird comment. If he’s horny or whatever, he’d probably just give you a specific look or take you in private and tell you what he wants. If say no, then no. If you say yes, then it’s yes.

• that’s not to say he’d be a conventionally ‘good boyfriend’. Obviously bro has his issues. He’s not emotionally available, he’s too focused on his goals, and he doesn’t show affection very easily (especially verbally). But, assuming you’re also in the league, you have issues of your own.

• Besides that, I feel like he’s the type of bf that people complain about on tiktok like ‘whole girl in his bed and he’s playing League instead’

• It’s no secret that he cares, though. In his own way, but deeply. And he would never, ever, intentionally hurt you- physically or verbally or emotionally…unless you did something REALLY bad like completely betray him/the league in some way.

—

Ok nsfw time.

• obviously he’s a virgin when you first get together. He doesn’t try to hide it, and he’s not shy at all. As we’ve already established, bro goes into everything with full confidence after his own ‘research’…and surprisingly is actually kinda good.

• he’s analyzing every single thing that’s going on, especially when it comes to what he’s doing to you. The exact sensitive spot on your neck. The amount of pressure from his hands that makes you shiver or relax or arch into it. The perfect speed of his fingers or tongue or cock. He has a mental checklist of everything that makes you moan or blush- what makes you cum the fastest. And he’s always redoing the list- what you like depending on how you feel, what time of day it is, where you are. He knows it all.

• lowkey I feel like he’s kinda lazy though. He’d probably prefer having you ride him so he can lay back and just watch how he can make you fall apart with minimal effort. But he likes putting in the effort too. He likes holding you down, bending you over, seeing just how far he can push until you break completely.

• in general, I think he’d be more dominant. Again, he’s full of himself. He likes ‘winning’. He likes being in charge. But sometimes, he’ll let you be in charge, just because it makes you happy. Don’t forget who’s really the boss, though…

• he can also be surprisingly soft though. If you’re both really tired- like wake up in the middle of the night horny kinda sex- he’d probably hold you a bit closer and fuck you a bit slower. And since he knows exactly how you’re feeling at all times, he can tell when you don’t want him to be super rough, like if you’re having a hard day or just generally feeling kinda sensitive, but you still want him.

• tbh he’s praising more than degrading. It might sound mocking or teasing, but he’s always telling you how good you are, how well you’re doing, how you make him feel. It’s only when he’s angry or ‘punishing’ you that he actually starts degrading you.

• and…unfortunately…I feel like bro isn’t cumming inside if you’re able to get pregnant. Again, he’s not stupid. Even chancing an accident as big as that is out of the question, no matter how much you both want it. (yes, I’m aware I write him cumming inside in my own fics, but let’s be real rn)

Anyways, thank u for coming to my tedtalk I’m going to bed

[hxnnaslove]

William afton/springtrap smut headcanons

YES my favorite psycho.

William Afton - Headcanons

(game William)

warning: a bit smut, manipulation, murder, psychotic stuff, abuse,

paring: William Afton x (f) reader

a little context: Y/N works for him

REALLY recommended because it fits the vibe so fucking good.

Let’s begin with:

him picking his fav. worker to play with (you obviously)

him starting to treat you not as strict as everyone else

him starting to call you bunny sometimes which gets more and more after each week

him praising you and your work with quotes in his deep sexy voice like: "you did such a good job little bunny", "you’re doing so good"

him letting you finish your shift earlier or start later "because my brave bunny deserves to rest."

but after a little while some things change:

he starts being more strict again

stops giving you nicknames or little flirts

he criticizes your work even if you didn’t do anything wrong

he even makes you work longer to "learn out of your goddamn mistakes"

After he notices this manipulation works on you he starts being the flirty, hot boss again:

he calls you to his office to "apologize"

"how’s my little bunny doing hm?"

ofc he gets touchy again and lifts your chin to look up at him like the "little submissive thing you are"

"i hope you don’t take things to serious..i don’t want you to quit because we really need you here..and you need this job don’t ya?"

he keeps repeating these games week after week until you’re feelings completely depend on him and you’re fully his to control

he is truly obsessed with you and wants you to be a part of his life

meanwhile you accepted more and more of his touching and even started liking or even craving it

he calls you after every shift into his office to:

praise and criticize you in the same 5 minutes

comfort you after it to make you feel safe in his arms

making you sit on his lap while he talks softly about some random shit and plays with your hair

he even would kiss your neck sometimes which he knows drive you crazy

"you’re enjoying this aren’t ya? My sweet little girl wants to be touched and loved by me right?. Tell me bunny..am I right?"

week after week it gets more and more manipulative and dirtier

after a hard day of work you find yourself on his couch made out of black leather in his office again:

he’s sitting next to you with his hand between your thighs causing you to get wet. He criticizes you again but starts rubbing slowly against your still coverd but wet pussy.

it causes you to gasp and rub your thighs together with his hand between them

he smirks against your neck and starts kissing it while he slowly stars unbuttoning your jeans

you let him do it because that’s what you want the most: HIM

and you would do anything for him

he knows that.

he continues doing this freaky stuff even if he doesn’t really give a fuck about sex etc. but he knows you do. Your body does. He wants more than just your brain.

He needs to have your whole body craving and needing him.

So he always makes you cum. He satisfies you till you beg him to stop because you’re tired.

Everyday he gives you what your body wants.

He never asks for anything in return. He only lets himself receive if it’s part of his dominant, manipulative game with you.

Ofc he fucks you. Hot office sex like a hot couple from the movies you used to love so much.

You have amazing sex because he knows exactly what to do and how to please you.

but after a time when he made sure he controls you fully he slowly starts involving you into his psychotic shit because he knows you won’t run away.

he shows you his suit.

he puts it on and starts locking you into a room with him to cause some kind of trauma

and he is right. Yes it causes traumata and yes you don’t run away because you need him. You want him.

so you start helping him hiding his horrifying lies and murders.

You don’t understand why because he successfully brainwashed you.

You are his.

this will never change.

He continues everything and gets pretty good away with it.

You’re his toy.

The toy he’s obsessed with and the toy he owns.

but you like it don’t you bunny?

[hablatuespej0]

I just adore the gut wrenching horror concepts Sister Location presents.. Something very effectively revolting to me about William inspiring his murder robots in his family. Like. Elizabeth is a human child. Her skin is warm and alive, not metallic and cold like Baby's, and her father of all people should know that, should appreciate her as the person she is. Instead, he makes an idealized robotic version of her that has no autonomy and will always obey him (unlike Elizabeth, whose humanity, her desire to be loved, in particular, led her to disobey her father). Like why would you do that William Afton I could kill you with my bare fists. (This is also mirrored by Michael's-human-insides-being-replaced-with-robotic-parts for the BRAVE PEOPLE with EYES TO SEE)

Something so horrible about the fact that in case these animatronics (possessed by dead CHILDREN btw) disobeying or overall being imperfect you can just shock them all the times you want. (I mean you shouldn't because that would mess up their remnant or something idk but the point is that you technically can. you have full control over them and no one can hold you accountable for torturing them because they're not living beings, right?)

Something so horrible about a wirey messy amalgamation of killed-children-that-were-never-allowed-to grow-up wearing a grown man's skin in a desperate (and rather foolish/childish because of course people would notice it's a corpse) attempt to flee their underground prison, just to go to the outside world, just for the illusion of being alive and free, a human with warm skin instead of their usual metallic and cold. But the cruel part is that there's no alive thing in their attempt at being human. They're corpses wearing another corpse. Them being outside won't change the fact that they're dead, nothing will. And it's even more heartbreaking when their confusion and lack of humanity forces them to become aggressive and monstruous in FFPS, metallic and cold again.

Years have passed since SL released and I still can't get over the horror of MULTIPLE dead kids (each one of them had personalities and familys mind you) possessing a SINGLE mess of wires, and the worst part is that the entity that inflicted this onto them was a Human Being who did this 100% willingly. Hey remember how I said it's even more heartbreaking because in FFPS they're driven to be more monstrous? Well it's even worse because apparently that's what William wants. An interesting output. "Fascinating, what they have become" AAAAUGHHG PJ Heywood did SUCH a good job with that voiceline, that man does NOOOT give a damn and GOD do I want to punch him

I also want to point out the contrast between the outside world and the bunker. Maybe it's unintentional, but I LOVE how the outside world is so cartoonish and dare I say idealized. Almost like something a child would draw.

(ignore the wikihow watermark 😔)

Anyways I love Sister Location.

[dumpofmydoodles]

Alright I have drawn a lot of angst (It will continue, I will not apologize ❤️) of these two so here's something sweeter(?)! Gregory as an animatronic!

He was originally built to train the other animatronics on how to handle "difficult children" thus he's kind of a hellion. But Fazbear Entertainment realized they might be able to soften their image a little by making him an official part of the roster as Freddy's kid. The other animatronics have mixed feelings, but Freddy is a very devoted papa bear, even if Gregory was quite literally built to cause them problems.

[dumpofmydoodles]

Alright I have drawn a lot of angst (It will continue, I will not apologize ❤️) of these two so here's something sweeter(?)! Gregory as an animatronic!

He was originally built to train the other animatronics on how to handle "difficult children" thus he's kind of a hellion. But Fazbear Entertainment realized they might be able to soften their image a little by making him an official part of the roster as Freddy's kid. The other animatronics have mixed feelings, but Freddy is a very devoted papa bear, even if Gregory was quite literally built to cause them problems.

[junuru]

its valentines day... sukuna's gotten bigger... and you're going crazy

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ivyaps . happy (early) valentines day, i hope u like this mehwhwhhw... wrote this for @fatkuna you inspire me everyday

masterlist

You were starting to lose your patience.

When you first met Sukuna at a frat party in your senior year of college, he was already impossible to miss. Not small by any measure—tattooed arms thick as your thighs, shoulders broad enough to block out the room, chest and back carved like he’d been built for battle.

But five years later, sitting across from him like this, you swear it shouldn’t be possible—he’s bigger.

Everything about him has grown heavier and denser. The ink seems darker against his stretched skin, covering muscle that was pronounced before. 

You hate to admit it, but it’s driving you insane.

Your stomach twists at the thought of what awaits you at the end of your special night.

Of all 365 days in the year, February 14th was the only one where Sukuna truly went all out.

He wasn’t neglectful the rest of the time. Sure, Sukuna planned dates and got you “just because” flowers. He knew you’d never been one for extravagance, so he was more than happy to comply with quiet nights staying in.

This year, Sukuna proved—once again—what a good boyfriend he could actually be.

You’d been talking about the new restaurant downtown for months now. Ever since right before Halloween, you’d rambled about the menu, the dishes you heard were so good, and prices that were so reasonable, it killed you that reservations were basically impossible to snag. 

And yet here you are, Valentine’s Day, seated in what had to be half the restaurant’s main floor—the entire section closed off for just the two of you.

You were in awe.

The tables around yours sat empty, with a single massive bouquet of deep crimson roses at the center of yours.

It had been a total surprise.

Earlier that evening he’d simply told you to get ready. He had hinted to wear the red set he likes with something lacy on top. 

When you stepped outside, there he was—already on his ruby red scooter. One thick leg swung over each side, thighs spreading wide to balance the machine, broad back and shoulders blocking most of the streetlight behind him. 

“Get on,” he said.

You slid behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. Your hands barely met around his middle. The scooter dipped slightly under the combined weight, then steadied as he kicked off.

When he finally parked outside the restaurant, he helped you off with a big hand around your waist.

“Happy Valentines, baby,” he said, wheeling his scooter up the accessibility ramp behind you.

Dinner started perfectly after that. You knew exactly what you wanted—a dish your friend had recommended when she got off of the waiting list last month. You’d been dreaming of the menu for months after all.

Sukuna on the other hand, seemed to be quite indecisive.

He leaned back in his scooter, his thick fingers wrapped around the handle to hold up his upper body. His eyes scanned the menu slowly. 

When the waiter came by, you politely ordered your appetizer, main course, and dessert, along with an espresso martini.

Sukuna needed more time. Every few seconds, he’d grunt low in his throat, flip a page, then grunt again. The waiter hovered politely, notepad in hand, but Sukuna just kept staring.

You raised an eyebrow. “Kuna, is everything okay?”

His eyes slowly peel up from the menu, his tattooed face meeting yours. But he doesn’t say anything. Not to you at least. 

He pulls himself back up from his strange scooter position? and closes the menu with a soft snap.

“Bring everything,” he says.

The waiter blinks. “Sir?”

“Everything on the menu,” he slides the menu back to the waiter with his fat knuckles, your eyes wide in horror. “Get her whatever she wants, and me everything on the menu.”

You stare at him, heat creeping up your neck. “Kuna, baby, I—”

He cuts you off with a lazy shrug. “Woman, I’m hungry and I want the WHOLE menu.”

The waiter recovers from his shock and eases the situation. “Yes, sir. We’ll start with appetizers and keep the dishes coming as they’re ready.”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he barks out as the waiter rushes off.

"The whole menu?” you start, concerned. “That's... insane. There's like twenty dishes."

Sukuna's smirk deepened. “I didn’t get this big for nothing.”

He leans back in his scooter as his chubby hands come down to smack his belly. The rolls on his body recoil in response, vibrating and mimicking what was like several waves in the ocean.

The first plates arrived moments later. A double of your starting dish.

“Eat,” Sukuna said simply, scarfing down the appetizer in two bites.

Course after course appeared. As you nibbled on the food in front of you, you watched Sukuna disgustingly swallow down every dish.

You flinch, watching his throat bob with every swallow, his fat fingers coming up to wipe the mess from his mouth, his eyes widening with every coming dish just as you’ve been getting full off of your one meal.

“Are you finishing that?” he asks, motioning towards your half eaten main course.

He had managed to eat most of the dishes they brought him already.

“Sukuna,” you say, your manicured fingers coming up to massage your temple. “You cannot be serious. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

“Shut up,” he says, grubby hands reaching out to grab your plate.

He grabs the fork, shoving the food down his throat before swallowing.

Then, he groans in pain. 

“Sukuna!” you exclaim in worry. 

You glance around at the staff, you know they’re staring. 

What is a girl like you doing with fatkuna on his ruby red scooter? If only they knew what he looked like in his prime.

Before you can say anything else, Sukuna rips his dress shirt off clean, revealing his tattooed torso, saggy man boobs, and endless stomach rolls.

“Sukuna, stop,” you hiss.

“Schuth up!” he commands with his mouth full, eating what is left on the plate.

“Sukuna, you always do this!”

The whole restaurant staff gasps.

“Stop complaining,” he says. “We… we… we havent’ had dessert yet.”

“Tonight was suppossed to be perfect, Kuna..”

You’re clearly disappointed. Your voice cracks just enough to make it obvious.

The waiter arrives on cue, balancing a tray of desserts. Fatkuna’s eyes light up despite the groan he lets out when he shifts.

He reaches for a molten chocolate cake first, and brings it to his mouth.

The moment he swallows, there is a distant, ominous crack.

The next thing you know, Sukuna is on the floor, lying on his side, chocolate cake smeared across his neck and chest.

The scooter gave way from under him.

His legs are flailing and the front wheel spins once, then stops.

The entire restaurant goes silent.

You stare at the wreckage, then at him—his roles spilling forward as he tries to sit up.

“Sukuna,” you say, sternly. “GET YOUR FAT ASS UP.”

He tries. He really does.

His big palms plant on the table, one plump leg trying to bend under him to hurl himself up, but his centre of gravity is all wrong. After a few futile rocks back and forth, he just… stills.

The staff are openly gaping now, their phones angled toward him discreetly.

“I can’t,” he says, defeated. “You’re going to have to roll me out of here.”

Whatthefuck.

You stand, chair shoved back. “Fine.”

You circle around, grab him under one arm—your manicured nails digging in just enough to make a point—and start pulling. He doesn’t budge at first, but you’re past patience. You plant your heels, lean your whole body weight, and heave.

Inch by inch, he slides out of the remains of his ruby red scooter. The tablecloth drags with him for a dramatic second before fluttering free.

Now he’s free on his other side, able to see the wreckage.

“NOOOOOOOO,” he yells out, his swollen arm reaching out as his hands do a grabbing motion. “MY RUBY RED SCOOTER.”

You kick his side. Even if it was hard, he wouldn’t have felt it through all his blubber. “Shut the fuck up.”

Before he can react, you hook your arms under his shoulders (as much as they’ll reach), plant your feet, and start dragging/rolling him toward the exit. The carpet bunches under him like a red carpet gone wrong. Every few feet he lets out a low “oof” or “easy, baby,” but you’re not listening.

The accessibility ramp outside is mercifully wide. You maneuver him onto it—gravity helps now—and give one final shove. He starts rolling slowly at first.

But, his body angles diagonally, getting him stuck between the two railing. 

You’ve had enough. You kick him again—harder—but to no avail.

You place the bottom of your heel onto his back, and with all your strength, kick him.

He picks up speed down the slope like a boulder.

He hits the bottom with a thud, momentum carrying him straight into the street.

A sedan rounds the corner at that exact moment—headlights flaring.

Crunch.

Not the sickening thud you brace for. Instead, there’s a metallic thunk, a crunch of fiberglass, and the car lurches to a stop. The hood crumples inward in a perfect Sukuna-shaped dent. The driver’s door flies open; a stunned man stumbles out, staring at the immovable mass in the road.

Sukuna doesn’t even flinch. He lies there, breathing heavily, one chubby arm flung out.

The car? Totaled front end. Sukuna? Not a scratch.

You storm down the ramp, furious, cheeks burning from secondhand embarrassment.

“Sukuna, you piece of shit.”

He cracks one eye open, smirks up at you from the pavement. “So, can I get head when we get home?”

Your rage boils over. 

You grab his wrist again—both hands this time—and start the long, undignified process of rolling him the rest of the way home.

Worst valentines day EVER.

thank you besties @motel6killer @whimsic @coralbae for helping fuel my fatkuna dreams

div by @angeliicide

[arkarti]

fnaf redraw: don't trust that rabbit, susie! 💔

Twitter: X

[parawojka]

♡William Afton♡ (FNaF)

Warnings⚠️: possessiveness, mentions of blood and torture, manipulation, aggressiveness, suggestive

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Numerous cold drops of rain fall past him into the house. The cool air rushing in from outside smells earthy with a strange, metallic undertone.

«Shh... I’ve already forgiven you for testifying against me in court.»

After Afton’s atrocities came to light, the justice system decided to commit him to a psychiatric facility rather than send him onto the electric chair.

«H-How did you get out...?»

«All in due time, love. All that matters now is that I’m here, with you.»

Your eyes stay fixed on him as he quietly closes the wooden front door behind him before running a hand through his wet hair. Every muscle in your body is tense, ready to run or fight if necessary.

His clothes are stained with blood in some places, his hands and forearms tinted red.

«I see you baked a cake. Did you know I was coming?»

He chuckles darkly at his own unfunny joke.

You step back as he moves past you into the kitchen. You watch him closely as he grabs two plates and forks, then cuts into the cake - originally meant for one of your relatives.

For a moment, you consider bolting for the phone to call the police. But you quickly dismiss the thought. Afton is no idiot. He has probably already cut the line. Besides, it would take too long to dial on the old rotary phone and-

«I’ve changed, my precious, little bunny. I’m a good man now.»

William’s smooth yet calculated, ominous voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

«You’re awfully quiet, darling. Don’t you want to know how I’ve been? How I've been TREATED?!»

He leaves the plates with slices of cake on the kitchen counter, then slowly presses your body back against the nearest wall.

«After a while... I-I forgot your scent. Your... taste.»

His warm lips brush tenderly against the thin, sensitive skin of your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before starting to mark your skin with his lips and teeth. His large hands roam your body like vines desperately clinging to a tree, trying to drain it of its life.

«See how gentle I’ve become? Please, darling... forgive this silly, ol' rabbit.»

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[mosaicofmedleys]

One of my personal favorite headcanons about William Afton/Springtrap is that when he kills people he would absolutely use dad jokes and puns on them right as he leaves them to die. Like. He incapacitates you and throws you in a freezer for slicing later. And just as he’s about to close the door he wears the most cocky, shit-eating grin and says “Have an ice day” then laughs like a fucking moron as he slams the door and locks it because he thinks he’s so smart and funny and the only reason you’re left horrified is because not only are you about to freeze to death, but you were captured by a fucking LOSER