#willry fanfic

[squishy-says]

Make it hurt: a willry smut oneshot

Cw: rough sex, hitting, swearing, cutting, will being a whore, will being an asshole but NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK

Charlie isnt dead (yet) in this one

OK ENJOY

Henry slammed the filing cabinet closed. “Will, you're not listening! That was important to me! It was Charlie's!”

“Dunno what you want me to do, it looked like trash to me,” Will mocked, leaning on his hand. “I can make it up to you.. if you want..”

Henry ignored him, desperately searching for the macaroni bracelet his daughter had made him.

“HenHen, did you hear me? I can-”

“I FUCKING HEARD YOU WILL,, IM IGNORING YOU. DON'T THEY DO THAT IN ENGLAND??” He yelled, looking through the trash bin.

“Aww, is somebody angry? I can fix that,” Will smiled, and was ignored again.

The smile dropped from Will's face. Usually taunting Henry with sex calmed him down.

“Listen Hen, I threw it away. It was shit anyway, she can make you another.” Will propped himself against the wall.

Henry stopped cold. “You what??” He whispered, turning to look at the tall man.

“I threw it out. I can make it up to you though..” Will smiled.

“IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!” Henry screamed in Will's face.

Will giggled. “Better make it hurt,” he smiled.

There was a long pause, in which the smile slowly slipped from Will's face as he realized he had made a grave error.

“Oh I'll make it hurt alright,” Henry whispered, charging Will and choke slamming him into the wall. Will gasped and smirked.

“Oh, some boy is angry,” Will mewed.

“Shut it before I make you,”

“Oh, is someone-” Henry cut him off by biting Will's collarbone and neck, changing his hand position to hold Will's hands on the wall. Will let out a soft moan, and Henry laughed.

“Whore,” he mocked, licking up Will's neck.

“Who are you calling whore?” Will tried to push out from under Henry, but Henry was stronger. “Hen, let me go so i can put you in your place,”

Henry laughed. “If you think i'm gonna let you go you're dead wrong sweetheart,”

Will started to protest, but Henry shoved his face just inches from Wills, watching the fear rise in his eyes.

“I'm gonna make it hurt,”

Will scoffed, pretending not to be flustered. “You can't do shit-”

Henry slapped Will in the face and grabbed his throat again.

Henry smiled, looking down at the tent in Wills pants. “You're gonna do exactly what I say, got it?”

Will nodded and Henry loosened his grip on the tall male's throat. Will gasped for air, and looked Henry in the eyes, waiting for a command.

“Tell me what you want, and be honest. If you lie or talk back, I'm gonna hit you again, got it?” Henry barked out. “Speak,”

“I want you to let me go,” Will got struck. Hard,

“Don't play with me. You know what I mean.”

“I don't think I do,” Will winced, expecting to be hit, but nothing came.

Henry let go of Wills wrists and smirked. “Then I guess I can leave you all alone, huh? I can leave my pathetic whore all alone because he was too dumb to answer a simple question.”

“No no no, don't go, I'll tell you,” Will begged, putting his hands on Henry's chest. In response Henry grabbed Wills hips and pulled him in, causing Will to make a small whimpering noise as they connected.

“Then you better start talking,” Henry whispered

“I want… you… to fuck me until im screaming your name.. and… break me,” Will looked at the floor, feeling stupid.

“Oh? Where's all that button pushing you did earlier?” Henry mocked, enjoying getting back at Will as the twos eyes connected. “It's a real shame you are such a dumbass who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings except your dick,” Henry yelled, watching the hurt in Will's eyes rise, turning to anger.

“I do care about you, and I need-” Will stopped himself short.

“Say it,”

Will sighed. “I need you. Take your anger out on me. It's only fair.”

Henry smirked and thought about what to do next. “On your knees baby,” he ordered. Will dropped to his knees, hands on his lap, waiting for orders.

Henry unzipped his pants and let his hard dick flop out. He presented it to Will's mouth.

“Open,” he ordered, and Will started licking the pre cum off of Henry's member. He ran his tongue along the base before taking him in his mouth, looking up at Henry with puppy eyes.

Henry moaned as Will slowly went up and down on him, taking his length well, but too slow for Henry. Henry then put his hand in Will's hair. At first it was sweet, but Henry then shoved Will's head into him, causing Will to choke. Spit ran out of Wills mouth as Henry fucked Wills face without mercy, loud groans escaping Henrys mouth as he went.

“You wanted to be such- ugh- such an asshole, I'm gonna use you however i want,” Henry pulled himself out of Will's mouth, Will gasping for air.

Will coughed. “What the fuck?”

“Stand up and turn around” Henry ordered.

“No!” Will protested. He was hit in the face.

“I gave you an order dumbass. Now get up, turn around, and lean on that desk before I make you,” Henry growled. This time Will did what he was told, undoing his belt and pants as he went. He propped himself up on his palms. Henry grabbed Will's hips, rubbing his fingers over the springlock scars. Then, using Will's previous slobber as lube, shoved in quickly, wasting no time in starting thrusting.

“HenHen, too- agh- too fast!” Will cried, but Henry just laughed.

“You said make it hurt baby, I’m just- FUCK your tight- I’m just giving you what you want,” Henry panted. Will dropped to his elbows, the desk creaking with the force of the sex.

“Aah- Henry!!” Will moaned out. “Slow do-down!”

Henry paused for a moment, letting will catch his breath. He reached for the box cutter on the desk, opened it, and began cutting the letters H E into Wills back, ignoring Wills protests and questions about what he was doing.

“Your mine now bitch,” Henry sneered, throwing the box cutter on the desk while starting to thrust again. The blood ran down Wills' back as he shouted.

“Henry you're hurting me!!”

But Henry didn't seem to hear. He groaned, so close to cumming his head was cloudy. With a loud grunt, Henry unleashed his load inside Will, the slapping sound stopping. He pulled out as Will gasped, seemingly overwhelmed with the force from the gentle man he knew. Breathing heavily, he whined.

“Henry, I didn't finish,” he whined, looking back at Henry who was cleaning himself up and zipping up his pants.

“And you're not going to. I'm going home.” He grabbed his bag. “Come back tomorrow with Charlie's macaroni bracelet and we can see about changing that.” He walked out the office, patting a confused Will on the back as he went.

#fnaf #helliam #willry #willry fanfic #helliam fanfic

[henafton]

if it's you helliam relationship study (short, fluffy drabble) wc 503

"your scars ... make me sad."

it was a quiet admittance; one that clearly william didn't expect, and one that even henry was surprised slipped past his own lips. his hand draws back from where it had been sitting atop william's chest to place against his lips, as if checking to make sure they were really his.

surely, he hadn't said that aloud.

but the furrow in william's brow made him realize that he, unfortunately, had.

"my scars make you sad? pray tell why, henry?" william's smooth accent fills the open air, and henry fidgets with his hands.

his hands -- calloused, scarred, and seemingly a magnet for dried blood and scab wounds that he couldn't tell you where he got them from. the hands that he picks at when he's anxious; much like he's doing now.

william places one hand overtop of henry's to cease the motion. it forces the brunet to lift his gaze again to william.

"i asked you something," william reminds, and henry just sighs.

"i feel like it was my fault."

"your fault," william repeats, "that i climbed into a dangerous suit and got impaled from all angles."

henry doesn't respond. his hands break free from william's hold and move to gently place warm fingertips against william's neck, where the scars are most prevalent. william's skin is always so cold, as if he'd died years ago and was merely a walking corpse. henry knew it not to be true; yet the sudden and unshakeable thought disturbed him nonetheless.

the brunet's finger trails along the scar line as it moves down his neck to the collar of his shirt. it's only there that his fingers stop their movement, yet stay halted in place. "if i never built it, it would've never hurt you."

william scoffs then, as if henry's being ridiculous. the latter's gaze moves to william's face, but he doesn't find malice or scolding, just confusion. "that may be true, but regardless, you didn't force me into the suit. you didn't trip the springlocks. it isn't your fault, henry, not really."

it's quiet for a while. henry stews in william's words, and william allows him his silence. after a few more moments, henry's fingers begin tracing back upwards the scar line he'd ran his fingertips down. he feels william stiffen, and henry pauses. "does it hurt?"

"... not really," william's voice is quieter now. they've toed close to a sore subject. henry doesn't push. he allows william to speak when he feels he wants to, much like a cat; he lets william come to him. "sometimes i can still feel the hurt if i think about it too much, but not now. i'm just ... not used to people touching them. i try to hide them."

"do you want me to stop?"

henry's hands, despite how broken they appear, are steady, soft, and warm. william isn't used to a delicate touch -- never has been. the moment henry inches his touch away, william snags his wrist.

"no. i don't mind, if it's you."

#helliam #willry #william afton #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #helliam fic #helliam fanfic #willry fic #willry fanfic #// helliam #aubergine.txt #mlm #fluff #helliam fluff #willry fluff #i really need to get better at writing them in situations that aren't toxic and tragic and awful #i know their relationship is MOSTLY toxic and tragic and awful but there have to be good times in-between #so take this little drabble that was bouncing around in my head < 3

[dosdoodles]

More fucking William doodles for the fucking freaks in the spring trap server I’ve been hanging out in

#fnaf #five nights at Freddy’s #william afton #henry emily #willry #first img is a ref joke thing for a fanfic

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

he is so normal about his coworker i promise

#one of the reasons bill wasnt caught was cus clay opened his journal and saw the graphic gay fanfic bill wrote about henry and closed it #fnaf #fazgoodles #five nights at freddy's #william afton #henry emily #clay burke #from the books hi clay burke #helium #willry #gayass fuckin furries << stones in glass houses

[chekerbored]

Cmon why is it when I search for Henry Emily content they keep giving me Henry AND WIlliam

We need more posts of HENRY and HENRY only. I want to see that individual as a person and not someone who only appears when William does

I mean Henry has a really interesting character, almost as much lore as William does

He deserves more LOVE.

(yes I am once again begging for more Henry Emily fanfics)

#henry emily #fnaf #william x henry #willry #helliam #fnaf ships #henry emily simp #henry emily fanfic

[springonmytraptillicomeback]

guess who did it

heheheheheheheh

Now, it’s not perfect cuz I’m still getting used to the dynamic of all three of them, plus getting used to writing Clay. But yk it’s a start

oh yeh an @t0o-m4ny-fand0ms cuz ur like the person who got me motivated to actually finish it!!! :D (lmk if u don’t wanna be tagged)

#springshit #william afton #fnaf #willry #henry emily #helliam #clay burke #clafry #emburton #writing #fanfic #fnaf fanfic #ao3

[mercymermaid]

the real fredbear’s family diner comes back once more

this time with william angst!

remember the time he got his shit wrecked by his favorite murderous fursuit?

yeah. that’s the fic. he has a nightmare about it, and then his amazing definitely business partner helps him out <3

#the real fredbear's family diner #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #henry emily #william afton x henry emily #willry #fnaf willry #fredbear's family diner #spring bonnie #fnaf fanfiction #springlock failure #william x henry #fnaf william x henry #fnaf william afton x henry emily #fnaf william afton #fnaf henry emily #mercy writes

[green-greed]

Sunshine - A Willry Fanfic (vampire AU 😘🧛‍♂️)

Summary: Henry always has a good day, but William only has a good day if he sinks his teeth into Henry.

Please see Ao3 for all tags and warnings! Reblogs, kudos, and comments are all so, so greatly appreciated and I hope you like this one!

#willry #helliam #fanfic

[levincioooo]

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Midnight Ride (William x Henry Fanfic)

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Warning: sex, teasing, shaming, subjects of homophobia, and slut shaming. You’ve been warned.

Henry was leaned up against the brick wall of the outside of Fredbear’s, breathing in the sweet, savory scent of William’s cigar. Each second felt like an hour as Henry’s impatient wife beckoned him to hurry on up with each ring of the wired phone from inside.

He didn’t find the sound to be of annoyance, he actually enjoyed it. He loved knowing she cared, but William certainly thought otherwise as each beckoning ring of the phone from inside came about.

“Why won’t you just pick it up?”, William wondered out loud, his cold silver eyes fixating on Henry’s.

“Because I’m out here with you. She’ll give up at some point.” Henry thoughtfully replied.

“Some point?” William groaned.

Henry chuckled. He knew it irritated William, but he didn’t mind as he got up from the wall, walking over to William and slightly caressing his thumb into the base of his shoulder. William let out a bit of a moan to the loosening tension, but his eyes stayed on the engine of his car, seemingly trying to figure out what had happened to it.

“It won’t start if you keep on bitching.”, Henry told him, holding back a snicker. “Like your mother used to say, “nothing works if you fool with it in a bad mood.””

“My mother was a incompetent whore.”, William sneered.

“William!”, Henry yelled out, disappointed in how he spoke of his mother. He adored her, she was like cherry pie: sweet in every way. That was true to him at least.

William glimpsed up at Henry, a tad bit of a snarky look met his face. “She was, just because you met a bloody sweet old lady back in the days of high school doesn’t mean she wasn’t going around in bars sleeping with older men.”

“That doesn’t make her a whore, William. She just had issues. Hell, if we are throwing that term around I would call you one.”, Henry told him as his brows furrowed, fidgeting with the hair in front of his face as he swallowed down a slight chuckle at his own words. The audacity of calling William that was enough to make him cackle.

William’s eyes snapped up at him, as did as his back, slamming into his chest. Henry flinched at that, taking a few steps back. William turned around, smirking.

“What makes you say that, Henry?”, he asked him.

“The way you speak to people. You can be so flirty sometimes, charming even. Don’t you find that to be a lot like how you describe a whore, William?”

“Well, yes.”, he responded thickly.

Henry giggled. “Then why fight that, Will’?”

“Because unlike her I don’t go and try to shag every man in sight.”

Henry frowned, rolling his eyes. “Women, William. You get dolly eyed with your wife, but you’ll go off and treat another like an angel from heaven itself.”

“If anything you do the same. I see how you give all those people that dashing awkward smile. It’s so big I’d be surprised if it doesn’t hurt from how much you do it.”, William replied, coming closer to Henry, bringing his hand up and poking him with his pointer finger as he cheekily mimicked his gleeful little expression.

Henry giggled. “And you’re any better? Every time I look at you—god, your smiling ear to ear. It’s so clear it’s fake too!”

William bit back a laugh. “And you’re any better? I remember when that one lady came in complaining—bloody hell, you almost lost it!”

“I had to make sure she didn’t make us lose half of our customers with her screaming…”, Henry snarled.

“Don’t get all pissed, I was just poking at you, Emily. I thought it was adorable.”, William accidentally let slip. His eyes widened a tad, practically instantaneously as he realized what he had let fly out. Every bone in his body stiffened in that momentum, unsure of what to say to save himself. He couldn’t do a thing, it was useless. Henry had already taken it in, especially by the look he gave him.

“Adorable?”, Henry repeated, seemingly needing to generally understand the context behind it. “You think I’m adorable Will’?”, he questioned, a smile building up over his lips.

William’s face felt like a flame, and he bit into his lip. “Shut your trap, Emily.”, William quickly said as he turned his attention back to the engine, bending over and working on it once more. “It’s late anyways. I probably smoked too much, so sod off my arse.” William reasoned as he opened up his cigarette box with a simple flick and took out yet another stick, lighting it with his lighter before popping it into his mouth.

Henry’s nose wrinkled at the smell, but he didn’t bother to complain about it. It was a smell he enamored beneath all of its crudeness. It smelled like William, and it brought back many past memories between them. He could never give up such a thing, even if it was sometimes unpleasant. “If you say so.”, Henry sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes and peaked over William’s shoulder to check on what he was fiddling with.

William frowned, but as he felt weight on his shoulder, that frown changed into a smirk. He enjoyed the feeling of Henry next to him. He could never explain why, but he practically worshiped the feeling as well as him. Who wouldn’t? He thought. It was quite a normality in his eyes.

And Henry didn’t know about that. Which he found to be an understandably good thing. He knew if Henry did, he could be shut out, possibly even called a faggot! He didn’t like the idea, nor did he want to be absent from what he had. Henry was his everything, and he was in every spot before his own wife. He hated it too. He hated it more than anything in this world, but love and jealousy overruled his thoughts when it came to anything over Henry.

*He just couldn’t get enough of him.*

“You know, Alora may be calling as well, I mean, damn Will’... It's close to 12” Henry worriedly warned William, wishing for him not to get into another fight with her due to staying so late with Henry and leaving her with the kids all day long. As unfair as it was, Henry found it to be a common thing. He had acknowledged at this point how much of a workaholic William was, and it concerned him, but he chose better than to confront him about it. He knew William would defend himself to the end, even if his wife was the one telling him about it.

William took out the cigarette from his mouth, and he threw it down, then smashed it into the ground with the heel of his foot. His silver eyes, as dull as they repeatedly had been, held some kind of sparkle of *joy*. “Let her keep calling. Let’s get us a drink. I want her to know she can keep on calling all she wants, but she can sod off how long I stay with my goddamn co-worker. Bloody hell she gets on my nerves”, he told him, mischievous malice sparkling over his charming face and he crossed his arms, his hands twitching for something to hold onto.

Henry took his head off his shoulder, a bit of an unsure look crept up his face. “Then you better be the one to reason with Pauline.”, he said to his, creasing a brow as he gave out a little chuckle.

“Eh, Whateva’.”William brushed off as he took out yet another cigar. “Want one?”, he asked him.

Henry hesitated. “Sure.”, he would finally say, grabbing the cigarette and popping it into his mouth.

He held his face close to William’s, holding his hand up as William came close and lit it. The two both stared at each other in the eyes, something sparked up, and the both of them looked away awkwardly.

“Thank you.”, Henry replied to him before getting into his own car and patting the passenger seat.,”you’re never gonna get that to work, so just come on in. Lock your car.” He told him as he took out the cigarette, exhaling the smoke.

William obliged, locking his car before coming over and sitting right up next to Henry. He looked over at him and grinned, his chipped tooth clear in his cheeky little smile. It made Henry chuckle.

“Your smile is pretty sweet Will’.”Henry complimented as he shoved the keys into its slot and turned them with a click. He took the car out of park and began to drive. His soft brown eyes didn’t focus back on William, manifesting his own picture of his reaction to the comment.

“Thank you Henry.”, William politely replied, tucking a strand of his mullet behind his ear as he stared through the front-view Mirror, gazing at all the cars they whizzed past. “Triple TJ’s?”, William requested.

“Triple TJ’s it is.”, Henry responded with a laugh as he rolled down the windows, throwing out his cigarette as he took a rough turn, settling his hand instinctively over William’s thigh and gripping it **tight**. He didn’t even *notice* it. Even *after* the turn.

It made William *blush*, and the muscles surrounding his firm grip tensed. Henry was strong, but his hands? Oh, his hands were big enough to take the man’s entire waist in hand. This was almost too much for William, and his legs twitched as he forced his stare out the window beside him, attempting to look at all the pretty LED lights passing them by.

Once they arrived, Henry took notice of where his hand was, and quickly took it away, leaving William to flinch at the sudden coldness surrounding the place he had it originally gripping. “**Sorry**—“Henry started.

“Henry, it’s fine. I know you're used to your *wife* in this car!”, William falsely laughed. He hated mentioning that wretched woman. He loathed her very existence, but Henry had no reason to know about *that*.

“Hah, yeah.”, Henry murmured as he got out of the car, waiting for William to do the same as he adjusted his tie. He felt hot and bothered. He couldn’t understand why he did it. It was his best friend! Why did he feel this way towards some simple mistake *he* made? He thought to himself.

William groaned as he got out of his side of the car, looking around the parking lot for anyone else. “Looks like we are going to be served pretty quick, eh?”, he joked, seeing the small amount of cars surrounding theirs.

Henry forced out a laugh. “Seems so! Now, let’s head inside.” He said as he began to walk up to the doors particularly fast, leaving William behind in the dust.

William gave an inquisitive look towards him before following him and trashing his cigar. Before he could even ask him what his deal was, the server greeted them. “Hello, welcome to TJ’s! How many are we expecting?”, she asked in a sweet voice, obviously hiding her tiredness from how late it was.

Henry smiled. “Just two.”

“Alright! You can both find yourselves whatever place you’d like to sit, the waitress will be over there in a moment.”, she responded to his reply, beaming back over to him. Henry’s smile was contagious, and it was ever so obvious to William who held back a bit of laughter at this.

Henry nodded over at the lady and grabbed William’s hand, dragging him over to the bar, William’s hand trembled against Henry’s. His face felt like mush. He wasn’t used to his hands being touched, and the sensitivity from the past spring lock scars was enough to make him bite into his bottom lip. He drilled his nails into the seat to distract himself. Then Henry let go, his face reddening as he too realized how long he had held William’s hand.

Then the bartender swung his way over to them. “What’ll it be tonight, gentlemen?”, he charmingly questioned as he cocked his head to the side.

“Tequila for me, please.”, Henry said.

“Vodka.”, William conjoined.

“I’ll be right with you both with that.”, the bartender told them as he moved off over to the glass bottles, pouring their drinks with precision and focus. Then he slid them both over.

William practically downed his before covering his mouth and swallowing down his reaction to the burn in his throat. “Bloody hell…”, he muttered.

“Christ, Will—“, Henry began before taking a sip of his tequila, his brows creasing at the pain. “Keep drinking like that and you’ll be too drunk to even get back home.”

“Mm, maybe that’s my plan.”, William suggested as his eyes flickered over to Henry, half-lidded. His tone had taken a turn, it was deep and melodic.

Henry practically blushed at that, lowering his head into his chest before laughing nervously. William watched this and grinned. He was well-aware what effects his voice had on people, especially the people in hurricane; the same people who weren’t used to the sound of a British accent. Even Henry, who was used to his accent, couldn't get over the foreignness. William took advantage of that especially as he got up, and heard karaoke being played in the back of the bar.

“Come on, Emily! Why don’t we go and join them in some karaoke? Your voice has always been certainly angelic…”, William offered flirtatiously.

Henry’s face got as red as the inside of a cherry pie, he shook his head, holding his hands up. “Will’, i'd rather not—“

“Come on…”, William pressured before grabbing Henry’s hand after it settled the money that they owed and dragged him on over to the stand, handing him a microphone.

“William!”, Henry yelped, earning himself an unpleasant screech from the microphone before sighing. “You tricky bitch.”Henry cursed under his breath as William drunkly cackled.

Then “Wake Me Up Before You Go” began to play, and Henry tapped his foot to the beat. “Oh god, Will don’t even get me started—“

William shook his hips and got in front of Henry, putting his face close to his as he began to sing. “Jitterbug! Jitterbug! Jitterbug!”

Henry came along with it, “You put the boom-boom into my heart!” He chuckled out as he started to sing.

“Oooh-ooh!”, William echoed.

Then they began to sing together in harmony.

“You send my soul sky-high

When your lovin' starts

Jitterbug into my brain (yeah-yeah)

Goes a bang-bang-bang

'Til my feet do the same!”

William brushed himself up against Henry’s front, turning his head back over to him as they both smiled wide at each other.

“But something's bugging me

Something ain't right

My best friend told me

What you did last night

You left me sleeping in my bed

I was dreaming

But I should've been with you instead…”

Henry buckled his hips into William as William thrusted back, rubbing his ass against his crotch. Then he turned around abruptly.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

I wanna hit that high, yeah, yeah!”

“You drive me nuts Will’, you know that?”

“Of course I do Henry, but you love it”, he whispered into his ear, hiding his face against his as he laid an innocent peck against the side of Henry’s face.

Henry practically froze, but their song went on and on, and neither of them wanted to stop.

“You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same…”

William gave Henry a needy look.

“'Cause you're my lady

I'm your fool

It makes me crazy when you act so cruel

Come on, baby

Let's not fight

We'll go dancing

Everything will be alright!”

Henry’s eyes interlocked with William’s, and a flustered look met his face. He couldn’t help himself but to imagine that man beneath him. William was perfect in every way in his eyes. Better than Pauline, better than anyone else was his own partner. The man so close yet so far from him.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

I wanna hit that high, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!”

William grabbed Henry’s hand, pulling their bodies close to each other with a mischievous beam as they shared their microphones.

“Jitterbug!

Jitterbug!”

William grabbed Henry by his waist, slipping his hand down to his ass secretly and Henry held his waist. It made William bite his lip. His hands were so big, and so dreamy. He wished they were tougher against him.

“Cuddle up, baby

Move in tight

We'll go dancing tomorrow night

It's cold out there

But it's warm in bed

They can dance

We'll stay home instead!”

William’s hand squeezed as he leaned his head into Henry’s neck, hiding himself as he laid sweet and heated kisses against the skin of his neck.

“Wake me up before you go-go

Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo

Wake me up before you go-go

I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high

Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Wake me up before you go-go, ah

Take me dancing tonight

Wake me up before you go-go

Don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a yo-yo!”

Henry held back a whine, and instead grabbed William’s hand, twirling him to the end of their song.

“Take me dancing

A boom-boom-boom-boom, oh!

A boom-boom-boom-boom (yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Take me dancing tonight) ooh-aah

Yeah, yeah!”

The sound of clapping erupted in the room from all sides of the bar and they both giggled to themselves. Little did everyone know they were in for the time of their lives tonight.

Henry was the one this time to haul William out of the place, and out into the car. He shoved William into the passenger side, and hopped himself into the front seat. “Your wife home, Will?”

William was startled, but he drunkenly laughed. “Definitely at her mother’s with the kids by now, complaining about me.”

“Good.” Henry responded. “She’s good for nothing anyways.”

William looked surprised but he laughed by the end of it. He knew deep down for a while now that they both shared the same hate for each other’s marriages. He pushed up his glasses that stood crooked up on the bridge of his nose, laughing at Henry’s eagerness as he pulled out swiftly of their parking space.

They were clearly both in so much need in the heat of the moment they couldn’t help themselves but to touch up on each other during the ride. William’s shirt was teasingly unbuttoned by Henry at a red light. Henry’s thighs were covered by William’s hand at another. William’s neck was littered with kisses at the third. It wasn’t much longer until they gave up, parking at a secluded area.

William and Henry got out of the car, and Henry shoved William into the back, shutting the door behind himself before getting on top of him. “I have been seeing the way you look at me, Will’. I never could figure out why you looked at me the way women would look at me.”, he told him as he laid rough kisses against his neck, practically choking him as William’s back arched beneath him. “And, now it’s all so obvious… you’ve wanted me all this time. Just like this, haven’t you?”, he seductively questioned before sucking on the sensitive side of his neck, the exact place where William felt his entire body heat up, the feeling was like heaven. God had given him a gift he knew he didn’t deserve.

William’s hand traveled to Henry’s shirt, unbuttoning it before forcing Henry to throw it off as he began to suck on Henry’s nipples, biting down on the man and earning himself a pleasurable look from Henry. His eyes rolled up and whimpers escaped him. Henry’s hands risked being thrown off even more as he slid them down to William’s waist where they held him perfectly. They were like each other’s missing puzzle pieces, and Henry became well-aware of that especially as he sunk his nails into William’s body.

“Masochistic fuck…”, Henry whined out as William chuckled.

Then Henry forced William down on the ground. “Turn around," he told him. William obliged.

Henry undid his own and William’s belt, sliding each other’s pants down and watched as pre-cum slid down the tip of his cock, and how it dripped from William’s own dick. It was enough to get him to grin to know his smell was going to be all over his car, and he didn’t even mind. He stroked his cock to the point he almost cried from the sensitiveness. William’s own moans couldn’t sustain either. He wanted him bad, and the vibration was enough to make it all worse.

“L-let me prep myself first,” William insisted as he turned around and leaned up against the car door.

“How about I do it, sweetheart.”, Henry offered, to which William gave a look. A look that begged him to do so with every bone inside his body.

Henry scooted close to William, and he spread his thighs. William bit down hard on his lip, and Henry noticed. Henry kissed him to stop him from harming himself. This kiss became heated quite quickly, leading to Henry sliding his tongue into William’s mouth and sucking hard. It was enough to make him seem like a cannibal from how hungry he was for him.

Then he parted from him, sticking two fingers into William’s mouth. “Suck for me, dear.”

William nodded, looking up at Henry’s with a mix of submissiveness and determination as he sucked on the two fingers, coating them with his own spit for lube. Then Henry took them out with a wet “plop”. William’s eyes flickered Henry’s hand, especially as it lowered down to his tight little hole. Henry inserted one of them, curling it almost imminently, which made William cry out in pain, grabbing onto Henry’s side.

“Are you alright?”, Henry asked softly, shushing his painful cries as he began to briskly thrust the finger in and out to the beat of their hearts.

“Im—mmm…—I’m fine—keep—ah!—going.”William instructed him as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head. His brows creased to the pain, but yet, it felt so, so good, he never wanted it to stop. It was like the world around him had paused and he was in the spotlight.

He squirmed as Henry put it yet another finger into him, this time using a quick scissoring motion, one that made him shiver as he shoved up and down William’s ass hole. The wet squelches of skin flooded the car, and so did William’s loud voice. A voice that Henry loved to hear utter his name.

“Henry… Henry…”, he whined as his hips buckled into his hand.

“Good boy…”, Henry told him. “You’re being such a good boy for me, William.”, he repeated as he slid his fingers out, leaving William feeling empty without something else inside of him.

Then he felt Henry’s tip slide in, and then his entire cock. He tried to maintain his composure until he bursted out with cries and almost began to sob himself. “Fuck! Fuck!—you’re so big!”, he moaned out quickly as Henry’s thrusts sped up.

Henry took no care for the pain William felt, he wanted to give him what he deserved, a punishment that he needed to endure for relentlessly pleasuring him in public. For how he rubbed his ass up against his clothes crotch. For how he kissed his neck without any hesitation or reason within his head. He deserved every bit of his cock inside of him.

William’s hands met his own cock, stroking it swiftly as Henry’s thrusts sped up as well. Henry’s hand met William’s hair, tugging it to make him look up at him as they both knew how close they were to finishing.

“Fuck—you’re so goddamn tight!”, Henry cried as he kept going, penetrating him.

William muffled his moans with his hand, shutting his eyes as he was finally meeting his own orgasm. “Henry!—henry—FUCK—IM COMING—“, he screamed as he finally came all over Henry’s chest.

And Henry followed along not too long after, watching as cum spilled out of William's asshole once he pulled out. “Fuck”, he murmured as he collapsed over William.

The two met eyes, and kissed. They knew this night may never happen again, and may be forgotten as well. They knew if this got out, they would never hear the end of it, but as long as they were side by side, it was all going to be alright.

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Available on Wattpad & AO3

#willry #helliam #william afton #henry emily #william x henry #smut #ao3 fanfic #bd/sm kink

[squishy-says]

Any way you need me: a Willry smut fic

Overview: henry is obsessed. Not the normal "i think your so cool" obsessed. The "i need you to control me and my mind" obsessed. Will is more than aware, and he just wants to please his puppy.

Content warning: will being a whore (nsfw)

Part 3/6: Will is a whore and cant keep his hands off this man and also cant drive

“Listen, how much do you want? Ill pay you.” Will barked, pulling out his wallet. “You want a twenty? Ill give you a twenty. Just take it and get the fuck out.” He practically shoved the money into the poor girls hand, and she took it and ran.

Will sighed and rubbed his eyes. He looked over at me, sitting in my desk chair wanting to die.

“Lets go somewhere more… private,” he paused. “Shit, i have to make sure everything is ok… and i need to…” he shook his head slightly. “Just sit there and look pretty darling, dont worry your pretty little head. Ill pull my car up to the back when im done. You dont have charlie tonight, right?”

“No, shes with her mom,” i said. Will smirked.

“Good boy,” he walked out the room.

I need him to own me.. i need him to destroy me and break me down..

•••

Will drives like a maniac. Road rage, cutting people off, speeding, he drives like he has a terminal illness and isn't afraid of dying.

We were on the highway, just sitting in the silence. Will didnt like to listen to music while he drove, said it gives him a headache.

“Darling?” He said, cutting off a smaller car.

“Hm?”

He put his hand on my lower thigh. “What do you want me to do to you?”

I was shocked for a moment, then turned red. I sat in the tension, and will noticed.

“Speak puppy,” he directed, with a stern tone that made a heat in my pants.

“I.. want you to.. do i have to? I just want-”

He suddenly dragged his hand up to my crotch, where a tent was forming. I made a soft squeak, and he laughed.

“Puppy~,” he said in a sing song voice, quickly turning stern. “Speak. Or you get. Nothing!”

I felt so turned on that i was dizzy. Will was rubbing my dick through my pants so achingly slow, and everything he said made it worse.. better? Not sure.

“I want you to.. kiss me and choke me out.. and make me your pet..” i said quietly, and without warning he started to rub faster. I started squeaking out moans without control as Will got off the freeway.

“Yeah? What else?” He said, slamming the breaks and honking at a driver who was CLEARLY in the right of way.

“Anything you want,” I winced as he nearly crashed into said car.

He grabbed my face and pulled it so i was looking at him, his stern face looking me up and down.

“Good boy,” he laughed. A car honked behind us, as the light had turned green. He swore, taking his hands off me to change lanes. I cried out from the lack of touch. He chuckled quietly. “We are nearly there darling, just wait,”

#fnaf #helliam #willry #willry fanfic #helliam fanfic #it is 5 in the morning and i have a job interview later #i am spooked #also i am the most normal person on the internet about will and henry #so normal

[partnersatfazbear]

*writing my Halloween Willry fic*

Having my entire Animorphs novel collection since childhood has prepared me for this moment.

*wererabbit*

Edit: OMG you guys are hyped for this. Thank you so much I need this rn I cant wait to post the fic in full for you all! Its light horror and fluff so I hope you all have an amazing Halloween ❤

As a bonus here's the specific book I wanna reference as well as my wife @katvara 's cat lol

#willry #helliam #fnaf fanfic #animorphs

[glitch-1983]

i made a fanfic wahoo!!

willry my beloved

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[liquid-geodes]

Michael finds his father but William is partially blind, he can tell when the lights are on but can't see.

Using fic William and Michael.. my beloveds...

Unless you want something different, in which case you can send another ask

I don't think this one is so bad, but you can ask me to tag it for whatever

When Michael awoke that morning, he noticed something strange: the lack of noise his father usually brought to their small apartment. It wasn't like William to sleep in, or to sleep much at all for that matter, but it was even more uncharacteristic for him to be so quiet. Leaving his room, Michael can see the kitchen light is already on, signaling that someone was awake already. He knew Henry was already away at work, and it was unlikely that he would leave the house without turning the lights off. That of course only left his father as the culprit.

Entering the adjoining living room, Michael's suspicions were correct about that at least. Sitting at the kitchen table was his father, an empty mug sitting a couple inches to his left. Upon first glance this looked pretty normal, but as he got closer he began to notice a few things. For starters, the mug was empty, as in it didn't look like it had anything in it at all yet. His father always had a cup of coffee as soon as he woke up every morning. The next thing he noticed of course was the state of disarray the kitchen seemed to be in. Various items were knocked over on the countertops, miraculously nothing was broken, but it was certainly out of place when William worked hard to maintain a clean and precise living space.

"Father?" Michael asks, not missing the way his father startles slightly at the sudden sound, "Is everything alright?"

William doesn't respond at first, and the longer he looks at his father, the more Michael starts to notice something is off. While his gaze is trained at the table in front of him, William's stare seems to be anywhere but there, like he wasn't looking at all.

William sets his hands down on the table in front of him, knocking over the empty mug beside him in the process. That seems to startle him as well, as if he wasn't expecting it to be exactly where it was sitting.

Carefully, Michael approaches his father, picking up the mug and moving it to the counter beside him. William still hasn't looked at him yet this morning, which again was pretty strange considering how he greeted his son every morning rather enthusiastically. This morning however it seemed as if his father wasn't even aware that he was in the same room.

"Dad?" Michael tries again, although this time William doesn't startle at all.

"I can't see shit." Comes his simple reply, though the tremor in his voice all but shatters his carefree facade. The man sounded afraid, more afraid than Michael had heard him in quite some time, which was really saying something, all things considered.

"What do you mean you can't see anything? Did something happen?"

"It means I can't see shit, Michael. I woke up, it was dark, turned on a light and it was brighter but I still couldn't see anything in the room. It's a miracle I managed to make it here at all." He explains, now nervously wringing his hands together as he speaks.

Michael freezes for a moment, then raises his hand in front of his father's face, moving it back and forth as if trying for a reaction. He moves his hand closer then, knowing how much his father hates having anything come close to his face. When William doesn't react at all, Michael feels his suspicions are confirmed. His father was blind. Honestly it was a possibility they all considered, but the conversation never lasted very long once William made his fears on the matter perfectly clear.

"Dad," Michael says, a slight tremor entering his voice as well, "I think-"

"I know." The tremor hasn't yet left his voice either as he continues to anxiously wring his fingers.

"Should I call Henry? Maybe he can come home and-"

"And do what, Michael?" He snaps, quietly uttering an apology as soon as his tone changes.

Michael doesn't hold it against him. His father is scared, and for good reason too. In just a few hours his world had gone completely dark, and there wasn't a single thing anyone could do about it.

"I'm going to hold your hand now, is that okay?"

William only nods, and Michael's hand quickly finds his father's as soon as he's given permission. Immediately, William squeezes his hand tightly, as if hearing him wasn't enough to ease his mind. William hated being alone, he hated not knowing where he was or if anyone was beside him. All that time he spent rotting away in the back of Freddy's had ruined him, but normally he was fine so long as he could see Michael sitting across from him, or roll over at night and see Henry sleeping peacefully beside him. What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to know he hadn't been abandoned again?

"I don't like this, Michael..." he finally says after an eternity of silence, his voice cracking as tears begin to form.

Michael only squeezed his hand again, offering a soft "I know" in response. He hated knowing there was nothing he could do for his father. Hadn't they all suffered enough? Everyone was finally starting to feel normal again, they were happy again, and now it seemed like the world just wasn't done taking from them. How much more did William even have left to give? Not enough, not anything he could bounce back from.

Eventually, Michael did call Henry to let him know what was going on, that William was fine if he said he couldn't come home right away, that hed understand entirely. Henry merely told him to shut up, and quickly made his way home to help Michael comfort him as best they could. This might have had the opposite effect though, as it only served to remind William that he'd never again get to see the smile on Henry's face he was so used to seeing every morning. Never again would he watch Michael roll his eyes at his stupid jokes. He'd become a burden for them to take care of, at least in his mind, something he tried so desperately to avoid.

No matter how many times they assured him the exact opposite, William couldn't help but feel as if he was more trouble than he was worth

#link's asks #it kole! #it blake! #fnaf william afton #fnaf henry emily #fnaf michael afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanfic #technically willry #its an established relationship #william afton x henry emily #ask to tag

[rikaluver]

For I Have Touched Your Heart

A Willry Fic & Possibly My Fav One I've Written, Enjoy <3

William doesn’t know where to keep it. He’s normally smart but I mean, who would know where to keep the severed heart of your best friend? He kept it in the fridge for a few days before remembering he had a wife and kids. So yes, he’d move it elsewhere.

He tried his bedside drawer, though that also turned out to be a pretty terrible idea, there was one point he’d accidentally forgotten about it whilst his wife was looking for something and had to come up with an excuse as to why what she was looking for couldn’t be in that specific drawer. He almost entertained the idea of returning it to Henry, but he couldn’t do that to his best friend. He gave him his heart for a reason and there was no way he’d return it.

Eventually, he puts it in the top drawer of his work desk, no one visits his office enough to warrant it as an inappropriate place to keep a heart.

He looks at it every now and then while he works. Sometimes he just wants to look at it. He remembers when Henry gave it to him and sometimes he just likes to reminisce. He sees Henry every day but it’s nice, to feel the weight in his hand. He loves the reminder that he has something of Henry’s, something near and dear and literally his heart.

He misses Henry and opens the drawer, grabbing his heart. He lets the blood run between his fingers, lets it soak into his skin. It brings him comfort, knowing it still beats. It’s been eight months since he’s received Henry’s heart. Henry has since been made a permanent fixture of his person. He doesn’t know why he keeps it. He has a wife. He doesn’t feel for Henry in that sense. At least he thinks he doesn’t.

There’s a knock at the door but William doesn’t notice it until the door squeaks open.

“William…” It’s not the voice of an employee, but he’s refusing to admit to himself what that means.

He looks up and it’s Henry. He doesn’t look shocked to see William holding his heart, he looks sad if anything, but not surprised.

The sound of his own heart beating fills his ears, followed by footsteps and a chair being dragged, then Henry is sat next to him.

“You kept this?” It’s a quiet question, if he wanted to he could ignore it, keep acting like he doesn’t feel something for Henry, his Henry.

But he’s never really been able to lie to his best friend.

“Only because I didn’t know what to do with it.” It’s not a total lie, and he’s trying to keep his voice down. He passes the heart to Henry.

“You didn’t have to keep it, Will…” it’s said so softly. He can tell Henry has to blink back tears.

He doesn’t really have anything to say, not really. There’s a heart in Henry, in his own hands, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. They’re quiet for a bit, the whirring of the fan filling the silence.

It’s pleasant.

At least, before William decides to speak.

“What do you want me to do with it?” it comes off as a silent plea to let him keep it, let him keep some memory of what they once were.

“It’s yours, you can do whatever you want with it.” He pauses for a second, William knows not to interrupt, sometimes it takes Henry time to find the right words. “Though, I don’t think keeping it in your workplace is the smartest thing to do, Will.”

“Where else could I keep it then, Hen?” That name is sweet on his tongue, he feels like he hasn’t said it in years.

“You could eat it.”

“Is…that safe?” He’s not sure why he’s entertaining the idea. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it, and the thought of it doesn’t make his stomach curl like it should, it instead just makes a warm weight settle in his chest.

His hands grasp his heart tighter, “is any of this safe?” He makes a good point.

“Are you sure?”

Henry makes a small noise of affirmation and then closes his own hand around the heart.

William’s lips part slightly and he traces a delicate finger across his canines, his mouth parting more and more until he can feel Henry’s arm shift, bringing the heart closer and closer to his mouth, the metallic taste already reaching his taste buds as it's placed next to his lips.

And then his teeth sink into the cold flesh.

The first bite is strange. It proved more difficult than he anticipated; the thick layers made for pumping blood fighting against his teeth and jaw. Eventually, he gains a foothold, sharp teeth gripping into the muscle, tearing through nerve endings and arteries. It’s sour, the orange-red blood seeps out with a grotesque squish.

It takes him a second to swallow it, the slimy texture making him gag slightly as it goes down his throat. He steels himself and takes another bite from the sweet-sour fruit offered up from Henry’s palm, it goes smoother this time around, he knows what he’s supposed to be doing, knows how the muscles fold and break under his teeth, and it’s refreshing.

It doesn’t take long to finish it, Henry holding the last piece between his fingers and placing it into his mouth like it wasn’t part of him. There’s blood running down his mouth, for a split second he fears he may throw up, but he quickly gets used to the sensation of muscle between his teeth.

It takes him a second to finally look at Henry’s face, and oh, what a captivating sight it was. Why hadn’t he looked up beforehand? His shirt is also stained a deep red, and it shouldn’t feel this hot.

The warmth spreads through his chest, and he knows. He knows what he feels for Henry.

They sit there together, the whirring of the fan the only thing between them and silence, and the taste of iron coating their tongues.

He doesn’t regret what he did, and Henry doesn’t regret giving William his heart.

“Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t realize he’s said it, but he can’t take it back now, not after something like that.

Henry chuckles and nods, then there’s a hand at the back of his neck, and warm lips against his own. It’s a chaste, soft kiss. It feels right. The kiss tastes like blood, how could it not, it’s the best kiss he’s had in his entire life. It feels like Henry is trying to burrow into his chest, teeth nipping at his lips before pulling away.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for…a while.”

#fanfic #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #william afton #henry emily #willry #helliam

[springonmytraptillicomeback]

Kk I used to have my ao3 in a post but then i deleted that post bcuz i started uploading works on ao3 that I though people would judge me for bcuz I was bein a lil pussy but whatever I’ve grown

Here’s my ao3, literally all my posts (which is like 5) are willry bcuz they consume my every waking thought. I post smut, fluff, age regression, and I am planning on posting pet regression in the future (non sexual w those last two obv)

#ao3 #ao3 account #writer #writing #fanfics #willry #age regression #agere #pet regression #petre #sfw agere #sfw petre #springshit

[alexthesillybilly]

Just posted a lil helliam fic I wrote last year to my ao3 if y'all wanna read it lmao

#fnaf #fanfic #helliam #willry #girl talk #yooo im writing!!