Movie!William Afton x AFAB!Fem!Reader
Hi here’s this. I want to be bent over every surface in Steve Raglan’s office.
1: Sorry I’m a total poser who has been out of the fandom since 2016 and only came back for Matthew Lillard the sexy murder man. I’m learning about William just give me time brothers sisters and siblings!! I bought The Silver Eyes 2day..
2: WARNINGS: Full NSFW, almost no plot, specifics under the cut.
Extended Warnings: Dick-pussy intercourse, cunnilingus, daddy kink, mention of BDSM activities (spanking, choking, scratching) and bloodplay, mention of abortion, breeding kink(? ish).
You'd been here many times before. You yearned to lie to yourself, explain it away with a big ethical bow on top. But you couldn't.
This guy. This awful fucking guy you couldn't get enough of. On the surface he was perfectly okay, get too close and he's an asshole, get as close as you were and you got the sense of something pushing sinister. But without any reason, no confirmation, only vibes, you were stuck. Stuck in this limbo of wanting to be a thousand miles away from whatever the fuck he had going on, and loving the feeling of his tongue on your clit.
He fucked you like nobody else. He knew what you liked, you knew what he liked. It was rare to find a match like that; the perfect sadist-masochist duo. He spanked you and choked you and scratched you, even cut you once, and it made you cum beyond your wildest vibrators. And you took it every time, and he loved that.
His big, strong hands held your plush thighs as he devoured your delicious cunt. He would tongue-fuck you, pull out to dance the tip around your engorged clit, and then dive back in for your fresh slick. Your head lay back on his work desk, and you thought, he must've fucked you on every surface in his office. Bouncing on his cock on his chair, being bent over this very desk while he fucked you from behind, up against the wall, on the floor, under the desk, slammed against the door---everywhere. You couldn't think of an inch of this room a blacklight wouldn't put to shame.
"William," you breathed, arching your back and reaching up to tweak at your nipples. One of his hands took your wrist, urging you out of the way so he could have at your tits. His much larger, hot fingers pinched your tiny nipple, making you squeak. His other hand gave your other tit a harsh grip while his tongue just kept going to town on your vagina.
"Ready for my cock, baby girl?" He rasped, and you looked at him. His stark eyes glinted up at you from behind his frames, his gray-and-white beard glistening with your cum.
"Please daddy," you whined, spreading your legs wider. You knew how much he loved 'daddy'. A smirk you could almost call vicious spread across his handsome face before he rose to unbuckle his belt. On a better day, he probably would have turned you around to leave bright red welts on your ass with it. But it was too early in the day; there were people around, and a locked door could only stifle your obviously lust-charged screams so much.
You let out a forceful sigh of relief when he pulled his huge, hard cock from his underwear. You'd been stretched by this monster so many times, but it never stopped being exciting. To your devastation, he doesn't move towards your pussy and starts stroking himself in front of you.
"How bad do you want it?" He murmurs. You're going to have to beg. You'd hate yourself for it later, as you always did, but humiliating yourself in front of Will just made you even wetter.
"So fucking bad," you droll, spreading your thighs as wide as you can, showing off your leaking, needy hole. "I need your big cock, Willie. I need to be filled, please. Need you to fuck me, need you to fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, please, please, just use my hole to get off, please--"
With that, he gripped your thighs, pulling you up against his fat dick. He reached three fingers into your hole and used your cum to lube up. You were whimpering more pleas and thank-yous, as finally, his thick tip stretched your pathetic cunt open.
"Good girl, loving daddy's dick so much," he rasped between grunts. He was no doubt the dominant, but even that couldn't conceal how good your pussy felt around his cock. "So hot," he started going faster.
"Daddy yes!" you squealed, rolling your head back and thrusting toward his pelvis. His cock was long enough to rub your G-spot without any hassle, with every single piston of his toned hips. You moaned and whimpered and groaned at every drag of his perfect penis. "'Love your cock!"
"Gonna make me blow my fuckin' load inside you, princess," he said with a half-laugh. "Would you like that? You wanna be filled up with daddy's load?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" You concurred, clawing at your breasts. "I wanna be full of your cum, daddy." You'd already had two abortions in secret because of this man; what was a third? Being inseminated by a creepy dickhead with a huge cock was just too good, made you cum too hard. The bliss was extravagant enough to dilute your care towards your own health.
"That's a good little whore," he praised with a half-smile. One of his hands moved to swirl on your clit, making you jolt. "Come on now, squeeze my cock. Squeeze all the semen out of my dick."
"Mm--mhm, yes," you slurred, the added pleasure of his fingers on your clitoris rendering your speaking skills asunder. "Y-Yes, daddy, yes daddy, m'so tight, gonna milk your dick, 'want all your cum."
He fucked you like a fleshlight. Your moans were reduced to incoherent babbling with filthy words distinguishable in between. The loud slapping and squelching became overbearing as William approached his orgasm. His hand abandoned your clit to cage your head in between his arms. The loss of contact bothered you little, as he was deep enough inside you to set your nerves ablaze. The mental image of his penis that far inside your body pushed you over the edge, and you wrangled a hand up to cover your screams of ecstasy.
"Fuck!" He hissed, leaning back up. He grabbed your things, pulling you into each of his brutal thrusts as he finished inside of you. You were panting and sweaty, letting your head fall to the side. You felt him tug himself loose, some dull pain before the unmistakable 'pop' of the tip of his cock meeting the air.
You could only listen and guess what he was doing and he started the cleanup process. You felt a presence, and opened your eyes to see him leaning over the desk from the front, head laying over his crossed arms as he looked to his right at you.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered, running a thumb over your chin. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress your grin.
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A couple of years ago, when I was graduating from university, I struggled a lot with completing my work on time. My scientific supervisor, who was basically the Gordon Ramsey of my faculty (competent af, but the amount of pressure she put on you was indescribable), didn't make it any easier for me. I was stressed out 24/7 for a whole year.
The worst times were, of course, the days before deadlines. I was supposed to finish yet another chapter of my thesis and complete a hundred tasks and projects for my lectures and seminars.
I have a problem with concentrating on anything for longer than 10 minutes (which may be undiagnosed ADHD, a weird side-effect of my antidepressants, or something else - I don't know), so I have to be creative when it comes to time management. I have two time management tools that I created or adapted for myself. One of them is for when I have tons of work and several days to do it all, and the other is for desperate situations when I have only one day to complete everything.
Here I'll tell you about the first one, which is my favourite: it only requires a pen and a single stick-note (or any piece of paper, really, and it can also be adapted for excel and I’ll show you both variations). Here’s how it goes:
There is a certain number of tasks that you need to do - each one takes a different amount of time and is generally different in complexity.
I usually spend some time figuring out how complicated and time-consuming each one actually is and give them a score from 1 to 10 (or 1 to 5, it depends)
Then there is the number of days I have for these tasks: I subtract one for either rest or (more often) in case I don't manage to do enough in any of the days.
I divide the sum of points I assigned to my tasks by the remaining days and voila - I have a quantitative measure that I need to achieve every day to be certain that I can do everything I planned in time.
It's great if I manage to do more, of course, but overall, when I reach the required number, I can be sure that on the last day I won't have so much work that I won't be able to afford to take a break.
Plus, relatively large and complex tasks can be performed step-by-step without worrying that I have been working on one thing for too long without crossing anything off the list. For example, I might not have finished a chapter but I’ve done enough to give myself 4 points out of 6.
Here’s how my stick-notes looked like:
And this is my excel version of the method:
(don't mind cyrillic writing, these are mostly just disciplines I needed to know for my finals)
I hope it'll be useful for some of you. I'll make a post about my second-best time management tool sometime later.
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