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Is it possible to be addicted to attention cause i am i think -🔪

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you're so off-putting i need you

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hey girl *starts bleeding out all over ur bathroom floor*

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Bro i just took so many silly vanillys bro i missed this (its one night ill be fine)

#i need to stop

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I need to be murdered /sexual

#this was a jeff post #who else

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SEVEN NIGHTS - NIGHT ZERO (MAIN PLOT)

!!- threats, murder, breaking and entering, guns, implied sexual torture, wrongful imprisonment

“Please, please, n-no-no more!”

“Fine. No more.” Something clattered to the floor. “It’s all over now.”

“Thank you, thank you, I’m sorry, thank you,” he sobbed.

And then he gurgled, choking on his own blood.

You set the knife down on the table as you headed back up out of the basement.

He’d been fun for a few days, then the begging became annoying. Some pizza delivery kid, nobody’d missed him yet.

Part of you wished there was a bigger, more active kink scene in this town. You didn’t particularly enjoy the killing or the kidnapping or the risk of being caught, you just desperately needed a human punching bag who also got off on it.

Little did you know, tonight was your lucky night.

After dealing with the body, a few hours of TV, and some fitful sleep, you were awoken to the sound of a window opening down the hall.

Someone was breaking in.

You silently leave your bed, grabbing a pistol from the nightstand.

You were nearly silent as you crept down the hall, the intruder distracted and mumbling to himself.

He never saw it coming.

You weren’t one for warning shots. You hit him in the back, should’ve been a lung shot.

He turned.

He turned to look at you, almost entirely unfazed by what should’ve been a lethal shot. His eyes got huge and he swore under his breath, trying to bolt back out the window.

You blocked him before thinking.

The two of you stood, staring. The gun pointed at him, the blood pooling on his jacket.

He slowly raised his hands in surrender.

“D-don’t call- hello? Call the cops! Ple-please!”

Not “don’t shoot,” not “I’m sorry,” just don’t call the cops.

You raised the gun again to test this, aiming for between his eyes.

You didn’t miss. It was too close. It went straight through.

Straight through his skull, lodging into the wall behind him.

He flinched. “Jesus!”

Shot in the lung and the head, and this fucker is completely unfazed.

“…The hell?” you whispered, stepping closer.

He begged again, twitching and stuttering about police. “Please, I’m-I’m sorry this was-was-was a mistake!”

His neck jerked hard to his right.

“Can it!” you snapped at him. “Get on the ground, hands behind your head!”

The words were a fierce bark from your throat. You held the gun up, pretending like it meant something here, trying not to think about the hole in his head or his abdomen or how he should be dead already as he sank to his knees and pressed his palms to the back of his skull.

“Move and I’ll shoot your knees out. Dunno how you’re still alive, but I will make sure you can’t run and I will make your life hell.”

He twitched again, and braced himself for a shot that wouldn’t come. Your initial terror at a break-in had faded to a point of semi-rationality.

Your hands found the phone cord, yanking it from the wall.

It would do.

Not like the phone worked anymore anyway.

This was a better use, you reasoned, tying the twitchy trespasser’s wrists tightly together behind his back.

The basement. You could keep him down there until you figured this out.

#CREAMS #BRIOOOOOOOOOFJVHCYDUVKVYCUVKBLBHCYFUCIGOFIDICIF /pos #this is my little treat for the day #i think im fucked in the head but whats new

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blood as a fashion statement u either get it or u don’t

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Stress toy

A Willry/Helliam fic

Warnings: dubious consent, nsfw content, will being an asshole

ENJOY!!

William sighed and put his head in his hands as another kid dropped their drink on the floor. He was supposed to be in the back fixing Fredbear, but because someone had had their third “family emergency” in a month, he was stuck watching these little shits. He looked up at the janitor, who was reading the newspaper while the parents corralled the little demons for a group picture.

“Parties nearly over, they can handle this. I have to pay someone a little visit..”

He stood up and sneaked to the room's exit, and rushed down the hall. An employee bumped into him.

“Hey Mr. Afton, do you need me to cover for you?” She asked. Will nodded, praying that she would stop talking to him before she noticed his crotch. Luckily, she gave him a thumbs up and went on her way. He walked even quicker to the back office, glaring at every child he saw.

He peeped into the back office window to see Henry hunched over at his desk, working on a springlock. He knocked at the door.

“It's open!” Henry shouted. Will stepped in, using his key to lock the door behind him. He quietly drew the curtains, and walked over to Henry.

“Henhen…” Will placed his hands on Henry's shoulders, making him jump. He quickly stood up. “Hey Will, you scared me!” He looked at Will as he grabbed his waist and pulled him in. Henry appeared both shocked and annoyed.

“Will, we are at work,”

“Kinky,” Will went for Henry's neck but Henry backed away, hitting the edge of his desk.

“Will, no,” Henry felt Wills hard-on hit him, and he turned red.

“Listen Hen,” Will stared coldly into the short man's eyes. “Your either going to consent and I’ll be nice, or your not and I will do whatever I fucking want to that pretty body of yours,” Will whispered

Henry froze. “W-what?”

“Choose,”

Henry sighed nervously. “Fine,”

“Good boy. On your knees.” Will ordered, and Henry dropped to the ground with his hands on his thighs. Will smirked, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. He groaned at the release of tension, and smiled down at Henry, who was regretting being born.

“Will, do I have to? Can you jerk off in the bathroom like a normal person?” Henry complained. Will's glare said enough for Henry. “Ok, I guess this is how todays going,” he sighed, taking the length in his mouth. Will groaned, putting his hand in Henry's blonde hair

“Good boy Hen, you're so cute, thinking you have a choice,” Will mocked, tilting his head back slightly.

There was a crash from the main party room, followed by screams. Henry started to remove Will from his mouth, but Will kept his head in place.

“Did you think we were finished?” Will smiled, watching the fear in Henry's eyes for a moment before totally face fucking him. He felt Henry gag and laughed as he went faster and faster on the blonde's mouth.

Henry grasped at Will's pant legs as tears formed in his eyes. Will just smiled down at him.

“You better fucking swallow Hen, you wouldnt want to make me- fuck- make me angry would you?” Will smiled and moaned, releasing in Henry's throat. Will kept his head in place until he felt Henry swallow, then released his hand. Henry doubled over, gasping and coughing.

“What the fuck?” He panted between coughs. Will grabbed a few napkins, one for himself and another for Henry's mouth. He redid his pants.

“Just needed a bit of stress relief. I'm going to go smoke, you should check on the kids, they might have broken something.” Will smiled emotionlessly and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his desk. He unlocked the door. “Love you Hen!” He slammed the door, leaving a confused Henry on the floor.

#helliam #willry #im scared to tag #but literally... #yeah i hate william afton WHY IS HE SUCH AN ASSHOLE #he bottoms in the next fic im publishing tho so

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"God saved me!!"

Three pages later writes william afton x his wife noncon

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I HAVE A CHALLENGE FOR ALL U THRILL SEEKERS:

Nut more than 6 times in the mental hospital without getting caught. I did it. Do it pussy.

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"I imagined sex for three hours and it made time go faster" -my mental hospital journal

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Yall are not ready for the willry shit i wrote

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GUESS WHO GOT INVOLANTARILY HOSPITALIZED AT A PSYCH WARD FOR TAKING 25 BENADRYL

#I STILL DIDNT FUCKING SEE THE HAT MAN

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Me when the bipolar makes me bipolar

I WAS JUST HAPPY WHAT HAPPENED BRO

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Hoi

Whats up

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The voices. They tell me to whip and nay nay. I want a sandwitch

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Obsidian mirror

this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog