William Afton Oneshots :)

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I've made my return :)
this is gonna have to be short cuz I'm a bit tired, life is difficult such is such is but at least I pulled through and finished this fanfic, eh?

Sorry it's short :(

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WARNING⚠️ (PLEASE READ.)
THIS STORY DOES NOT END HAPPILY.
I REPEAT, THIS STORY DOES NOT. END HAPPILY. If you are uncomfortable with death, or just don't want to see your honey boo-bear William get hurt for once, then don't read this. Thanks! That's all!
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male reader
word count : 1000 :D
Still no top william (the bottoms are screaming and shaking)
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You worked and worked. It was annoying, to be completely honest. You wished you had something to do. It was odd, William had requested you work these shifts specifically. Almost as if there was a catch.. However, you didn't think too hard about it. He probably was just looking out for you.

At least, that's what it had seemed, until tonight. You caught him watching you work, and to be frank (U BECAME FRANK🤯), you weren't very happy. "Afton. What the hell are you doing?" You knew it was him, although he sported a Spring - Bonnie suit. "A-Afton? I-I'm Spring - B-Bonnie!  Who's A-Afton!" He stuttered nervously, you could tell he wasn't pleased about getting caught.

With a hiss, you pulled off his mask and saw him sweating. For some disgusting reason, you immediately pictured William in dirty positions. Perhaps it was caused by his sweating - blushing expression, perhaps you're just too horny. It didn't matter either way. You grabbed his hair tightly, causing him to whimper out in pain slightly. "Why the hell are you stalking me?"

His hands reached up to grab yours, and the dirty images flashed through your mind again. "I-I- Th-this is just a misunderstanding! Pl-please Y/N- I- j-just hear me out, h-here-!" You barely heard whatever nonsense he was begging about over your fantasizing. After all, you know you wanted it to happen. You looked down at him with a smug smile. He looked up at you with a nervous sweat. "If you want to watch me, watch this, slut." You pinned his hands behind his back and shoved him against the wall, kissing him harshly.

His bulky suit was in the way, but it was kinky to keep it on. "Y-Y/N!" William whimpered against you, leaning into the kiss. You moved your hands to the torso and crotch part of the suit, taking it off. William whimpered once he realized what you were doing, noticing when you started to pull his pants off a bit, as much as the suit would allow. "Looks like our fun is going to have to be limited~" William seemed nervous, and tried to say something, but you assumed it was more begging.

You tied a gag into his mouth, listening to those sweet sounds of whimpering and begging. He sounded a bit different then usual, more frantic, but you shrugged it off as some kinky jokes. You pulled off his boxers, rubbing your hand around his shaft. A deep moan came out of the gag, followed by William begging again. However, you couldn't understand what it was for.

You started to jerk him off, giving him one of the best handjobs you've personally given.

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ONE LAST WARNING⚠️
Do not continue reading if you don't like gore. I'm a gore and smut writer, so I personally like to go into detail. If you do not like that type of content, please skip this. It's not for you if you don't like it. I'll say it once now, if you get triggered, that is completely out of my control.

Don't risk it and make me find a ukulele.
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He let out a scream, he must really be enjoying it. You didn't realize just how good at this you were! You continued and heard more screaming, feeling his legs shake rapidly. He begged for something, for what you couldn't hear. You felt liquid drip onto your hand. "You came already..?" Even for him, this seemed to early. You looked down and saw your hand coated with blood. "...holy... sh-shit..." Your eyes dilated.

You looked around and saw a puddle of blood forming. Organs were pierced, some strewn out of his suit. As the yellow turned to a disgusting reddish distortion, you screamed with him. You watched blood soak the gag and pour out, dribbling down his face. "H-HOLY SH-SHIT- IM SORRY- H-HOW D- I- I- W-WILL-" You took a few steps back, tears rolling down your face. He stared at you, terror brimming in his eyes. With a burst of energy, you leaped forward and ripped off the suit.

But it did nothing. You watched his organs pull out with the metal, disgusted by the sight. He screamed one last time. He shook violently, reaching a hand out for you. You just embraced in one last hug. You felt blood soak your clothes, and metal pierce your arms and neck. That's when it clicked. (literally and mentally)

He wasn't trying to make one last attempt of comfort.

He was trying to bring you with him.

You screamed, trying to make him let go. But he was gone. You felt blood fill your lungs, you knew how he felt. You couldn't breathe. Blood drooled down your mouth. You felt your own organs connect with his, the suit's metal wiring drawing both of you together, cutting your hearts whilst mending them forever.

You looked down at your hand, be it covered in blood. You still saw what you wanted to see. It shined, glamorizing a sense of hope when none was to be found. A sense of hope that you couldn't grasp. It shined like the moon, like the blood that now spattered everywhere. You let out a weak smile, choking on your own blood as you tried to speak. Still, you tried.

"Till death do us part."