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whatitshouldvebeen · 5 months

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Daddy's Princess

Synopsis: The moment your boss William Afton hired you to your very first job, he's wanted you to be his little princess.

So when you ask him to take your virginity, there's no way he's going to deny his little girl.

Pairing: William Afton x reader

Word Count: 2,368

Contains: Minors DNI, daddy k!nk, William is much older than you (you're 18), m and f recieving oral, use of "princess" "little girl" and other similar pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected creampie

You were supposed to be making pizza. You were supposed to, but your boss didn't mind that you were distracted. After all, he had your full attention.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he huffed, his hands gripping his desk. You kneeled before him, tracing your tongue over the head of his cock and looking up at him through your lashes.

Your boss, William Afton, was not the type of man you thought you'd fall for.

One hand moves to grip the back of your head, following your ministrations but not trying to control them.

He was much, much older than you. You were barely an adult and working your first job for little pay and shitty hours. Hell, you wouldn't have even gotten this job if Mr. Afton hadn't taken pity on you.

You trace his length with your tongue before taking him into your mouth, sucking greedily.

Okay, maybe it was more than pity. Maybe, from the moment you stepped in his office, he couldn't get you out of his head. And when you took the job, he might have hopped up and shook your hand a little too eagerly.

He moaned, his cock throbbing as you forced your way down, your nose pressing against his musky brown curls.

You worked so hard for him. You were always on time, and always stayed late. He even let you spend time with him as he worked on his animatronics. He said only very special people ever got to see them up close.

“You're such a good girl, princess,” he crooned, making your pussy twinge. You had already shed your standard Freddy Fazbear's uniform, leaving you only in your panties, which were becoming wetter by the minute.

This wasn't the first time you'd been on your knees for him. But it would be the first time you'd been so bold as to ask for more.

You withdrew from his cock, kissing the tip before speaking. “Mr. Afton?”

“Yes, baby girl?” He responded, looking down at you warmly through his thick glasses. He always made you feel so valued. So needed.

“I- I want you,” you said quietly, almost sounding embarrassed.

“You have me,” he responded, brushing your hair back from your face.

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you shook your head.

“I mean,” you swallow thickly. “I mean I'm ready.”

William looked surprised. “You are? Are you sure?” He asked, still gently holding the side of your face.

You nodded.

God, you couldn't stop thinking about the first time he kissed you. You'd made a mistake, mixed the entire day's flour improperly, and were crying on the floor behind the counter. When he saw what had happened to the flour, he was fuming. But one look at your sad, shaking frame wiped the anger from his mind. He sat down beside you and wrapped an arm around you.

“Hey, hey. It's alright. It's just dough,” he soothed, pulling you close.

“I'm such a fuck up, Mr. Afton,” you sobbed, still with your face against your knees.

“Everyone makes mistakes, honey. You're still learning,” he said, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to you.

You took it and wiped your face, looking up at him with puffy eyes and a trembling lower lip.

You looked so divinely innocent. So very, very sorry for your mistake. You couldn't bear the thought of failing him, he could see that now.

You felt his hand on your cheek, and he turned you to look at him. You saw all the approval, all the forgiveness, all the affection you'd craved all your life in his deep blue eyes.

Neither of you could resist. You both leaned in, and your lips met. Fire coursed through you, burning away your shame, leaving only raw hunger in its wake. You gripped his shirt and kept him pulled in until you both were breathless and needy in each other's arms.

It had gone on like this for months. He never pushed you for anything more than you offered. But this time, you needed more.

“You don't mean that, baby,” he said, almost sadly. “You don't want to give something as precious as your virginity to an old man like me.”

Your brow furrowed.

“Yes, I do. You know I never cared about your age,” you said, still on your knees with your hand around his length.

He frowned. “Well, I do. Your first time should be with someone special.”

You stroked his length slowly, pouting. “You are someone special, Mr. Afton. I want you to have me. Please, sir.”

He groaned, his thumb tracing over your pouty lower lip.

“Don't cry, baby girl,” he said in a low tone.

“Then take me,” you retorted.

He seemed to be battling himself internally.

“Are- are you really sure?” He repeated.

“Yes, I'm sure,” you said, sucking his thumb into your mouth. You traced his calloused digit with your tongue, and he groaned, his body slackening against the desk.

“I don't want to take advantage of you,” he panted. “I'm old enough to be your dad.”

“I don’t care, it-” he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ill fuck your pretty little pussy, sweetheart,” he said, and pulled you up to stand in front of him. “But you have to answer one question first.”

You practically drooled as you nodded, enraptured with the promise of being filled by the girthy cock in your hand.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked. You could see the slightest blush over his cheeks.

“Really?” You squeaked.

“I feel like a teenager,” he muttered, his free hand trailing down your arm. “I know I said I couldn't date you because of the public image; an old man with a young beautiful woman like you… and I don't even have the money to spoil you like you deserve… but I don’t want to take you without giving you some semblance of stability.”

You pressed a finger to his lips.

“Yes, Mr. Afton, yes. I want to be your girlfriend,” you said, smiling hugely. “I don't care about money, or your age,” you say, leaning toward him and giving him a kiss. “All I need is to know I'm making you happy.”

“You don't have to keep calling me Mr. Afton, you know?” He said, returning your smile.

“I like to,” you admitted, then paused. “Actually, there is something I'd prefer to call you.”

“Yeah?” He asked, cocking his head.

“I want,” you looked down at your toes, “to call you daddy,” you whispered.

His cock throbbed in your hand.

“That's,” he huffed, “wildly inappropriate.”

“Yeah?” You said, tears springing to your eyes. “I'm sorry-”

“Quit apologizing. Daddy hates to see his baby cry,” he said, tilting your chin up. “You want to be my good little girl, hmm? Then no more tears. Hop on daddy's desk, sweetheart.”

You couldn't believe your ears. He took your hips in his hands and picked you up, easily turning around and setting you on his old desk.

Your heart was pounding as he leaned over you, stroking his cock. One hand trailed to your pussy and his middle finger pressed between your barely clothed folds.

“I've wanted you to be my little princess since the moment I saw you,” he admitted, his finger rubbing slow circles.

“Yeah?” You whimpered.

“Yes, baby,” he said. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, inserting his middle finger into your wet heat. You shuddered at the sensation, mewls falling from your lips.

“Now you're gonna take daddy's cock, aren't you?” He said, and slapped his length down over your clothed mound.

You nodded, still looking up at him with amazement, unable to believe that your boss was calling himself daddy for you.

“You'll have to be quiet, baby, okay?” He said. You knew why, it was during work hours, and someone could knock on his door any time.

“Yes, daddy. I'll be quiet,” you said, biting your lip.

He withdrew his finger, then pulled your panties off slowly. When you were bare, he looked down at you, admiring the way your young, supple body was responding to him. Your skin was hot to the touch, your pupils were dilated, and your pussy was so wet it was shining.

He fell to his knees, and his mouth met your pussy. It wasn't the first time he'd been there, with his long and talented tongue, but you could tell something was different. Now that you were his, he poured all of himself into pleasuring you. No more holding back, no more worrying about impropriety. Just a man enjoying his little princess's tight, pretty pussy.

You gripped his head with both hands and pushed him into you. He was so into pleasuring you he didn't realize he'd left his glasses on as they fogged up and skewed on his nose.

His tongue was like magic, always finding the right spots to toy with. You loved the feeling of his beard, his heated moans muffled against you. It was no surprise when you felt your legs trembling, an orgasm washing over you and making you moan.

He looked up at you from between your legs.

“Ready to take daddy's cock, baby?”

“Yes, yes please,” you breathed, watching as he stood and towered over you while you laid back on his desk.

Mr. Afton was generally calm, put-together, and steady. But right now, you felt your pulse racing in your neck. He looked at you with a hunger you'd never before seen. His hands moved to your hips and hiked them upward, exposing you fully to him. You felt more like his prey than his girlfriend.

And you loved it.

“Spread those pretty lips for me, baby,” he ordered, his voice like honey. You complied, feeling your face heat at the way his eyes ate you up. Then, you felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, a moment of clarity breaking through his predatory gaze.

You nodded. “I do, daddy,” you whimpered.

He grinned. “Good girl.” The head of his cock pressed into you slowly. You winced, but cool heat rushed through you, filling you with a feeling you'd never felt before. The primal sensation of being claimed.

He was so big you couldn't possibly take him all at once, but he seemed perfectly happy to go slow and steady. His cock remained rock hard while he worked his way in. You started to groan, and he leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss to stifle your sounds.

Eventually, he was fully inside. You felt absolutely stuffed, your walls clenching and unclenching around him.

You wanted to run your hands over his chest, but he always kept himself clothed. This time, however, you needed more.

“Daddy, would you please take your shirt off?” You asked, panting.

William huffed. “Why, baby?”

“Want to see you,” you begged.

“I… I'm not a young man anymore, baby. I have… a lot of scars.”

“Don't care, I wanna see my boyfriend's body,” you said, meaning every word.

He surveyed you for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he relented. “Alright, I suppose that's fair, after letting me see all of your beautiful body.”

He gripped the bottom of his shirt, took a deep breath, then pulled it over his head.

His body was littered with scars of every shape and size, a trail of brown hair leading down from his bellybutton. While he expected you to be repulsed, you just clung to him tighter.

“I think you look handsome, daddy,” you said, a sultry tone in your voice.

William broke into a smile. “Yeah? Well you already know I think you're beautiful.”

You could tell your admiration of his body meant a lot to him, and you ran your hands down his scarred chest to further prove your point.

“Daddy's gonna fuck you now, okay princess?” He whispered.

“Mmhm,” you agreed, your eyelashes fluttering.

He ground his hips into you slowly. You tried to keep your breath steady, but it was a lost cause. The moment he picked up his pace, you fell apart. Your breath cut short, your eyes rolled, and you moaned, “Daddy, you feel so good!”

“Shhh, baby,” he chided you, placing a hand over your mouth. His thrusts grew deeper, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into you.

You felt waves of pleasure building in your core, and found that clenching your pussy walls around him made his cock throb. So you kept doing it, coaxing out the most delicious groans from low in his throat.

You wanted to tell him you were going to cum, but your voice was muffled into his rough hand, so all you could do was cum—hard.

“Oh fuck, princess,” he moaned, rutting deeply into you. You tightened your legs around his hips, holding him inside.

Then, he came. His seed flooded your pussy, spilling out from around your joined bodies onto the desk. He was breathing heavily, and leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered, taking his hand from your mouth and kissing you.

Your body was a trembling mess beneath your boss, but you had to respond, breaking the kiss.

“I love you too, daddy,” you purred, giggling.

Mr. Afton withdrew from you, more cum pooling beneath you.

“I know you do, baby,” he said, caressing your cheek as he stood beside the desk and pulled you into his arms. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

He paused, looking down at you.

“Do… are you on birth control?” He asked.

You froze in place, cold anxiety washing over you. “Uhm, no?”

He pushed his glasses up his nose. “That's my fault. I shouldn't have expected my little girl to be responsible, that's my job. I'll get you a pill after work, okay honey?”

You nodded. “Okay, daddy. But, uhm…”

“Yes, princess?” He asked, pulling you tighter against his scarred chest.

“I don't want to get cleaned up. Can I keep your cum inside me for the rest of the day?” You asked bashfully.

Mr. Afton chuckled. “Of course, baby. Of course you can.”

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trophyclown · 6 months

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Please stop using AFAB if you just mean cis female.

I’ve noticed more and more writers are misusing the term AFAB and using it as a shorthand to say the reader is a cis women. This is a bit disheartening to see as the term was coined specifically to include trans and nonbinary people. AFAB is purely a physical description and has no bearing on the gender of the reader. It’s a gender neutral term. So please tag accordingly. Continuing to use it like this just further alienates trans people from a word made to include us. Please, just tag female if that’s what you mean.

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lucig00se · 1 month

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steve raglan william afton.

trying to get better about posting my art on here! if you don’t already, consider giving my art instagram a follow over at @lucigooseart :)

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dokoni-mo · 1 year

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Crave: Part Three || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: Your first time with him.

NSFW // smut

word count: 8,088

warnings: age gap relationship (reader is 20 while William is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, allusions to dysfunctional parent-child relationships, talks of divorce and custody battles, smoking, will is a bit delusional, will has scars, corruption kink, usage of pet names, Will is a bit of a creep, obsessive behavior like REALLY obsessive, and possessive, sensual touching, swearing, Michael is briefly in this too, kissing, brief and faint sir kink, breeding kink, aftercare, also yandere vibes for a very little tiny bit, praise, body worship, fingering, virginity loss, premature ejaculation, dom/sub undertones, general smut lol

minors dni // please read warnings!!

a/n: omg omg my first fic back!! I had to polish off the rust (esp with writing smut) but i got so many requests for part three of this I just had to!! anyways I hope yall enjoy!! Ive tagged a few people whom I thought would like to read this, but if you'd like me to not tag you pls let me know! enjoy! (also just a little disclaimer, i do NOT condone this type of relationship irl!! this is just my take on being with Willy)

part one // part two // part four

William could remember the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembered it as plain as day and recounted it often.

In fact, it was probably one of the most solidified memories in his mind. Even more so than the birth of his children, or even the day he married his ex-wife. He could recall every single little detail; what clothes you and him wore, what you smelled like that day, how you styled your hair. Every last little bit, he remembered. The first meeting is always important, yes. But this one was much more important to William. In a way in which he doubted anyone but you would understand.

For it was the first time in nearly all his life that William wasn't faking.

From very early on, William knew he wasn't normal. Or, at the very least, what everyone else deemed as normal. Even as a boy, William was hard to excite, or even get some sort of reaction out of. Toys, games, new friends, holidays; none of it was ever appealing to him. He found it all boring. It caused his mother great worry too. William could see the way she looked at him. Even as a boy, he knew what that look meant.

Perhaps that's why he began to lash out in his early years. That's why he was labeled a "problem child".

William had thought that if conventional means of joy and excitement couldn't elicit a response out of him, perhaps other means would. Lying, cheating, getting into trouble. It had some effect, he had to admit. The thrill of it all. He had gotten pretty good at not being caught, too. But, of course he would slip up some times. That's when the trouble arose. William was emotive, at last, sure. But no one liked it. At least, no one liked how it came about. His mother often scolded him. Teachers too. And, if William had a father that gave two shits, he was sure he would've received punishment from the man as well.

It was confusing. Terribly, terribly confusing. Couldn't he finally be happy doing what he loved? That's all his mother wanted, wasn't it? What everyone else wanted, too? For William to find himself, and be emotive?

Then why were they mad at him. Every. Single. Time.

It was frustrating. And, the more frustrated William grew, the more he acted out.

It was a balancing match made in hell. And William grew tired of it all. William accepted that in order for him to have peace, he must comply. Mr. Afton would have to wear a mask of his own face, and be what everyone wanted him to be.

Charming. Handsome. Intelligent. Charismatic. Great husband. Better father. Businessman. Inventor. Successful. Approachable.

William played these charades for nearly 40 years now. Enough to where the lines on his face grew deeper, and the roots of his hair turned grey. He played it through the unpleasant surprise that was his eldest, Michael. Then again at his wedding to that bitch Clara. Again though Elizabeth and Evan's births. Then continued after the divorce. And on through the custody battle. And on and on all the way to now.

Every. Single. Day. For 40 years.

William was tired of it but found no avenue to stop. If he dropped the act now, he couldn't even imagine the headache that would be the fallout of it all.

He had to keep it up. He had to. This was the life he made for himself. He made his bed long ago, and now he had to sleep in it. William was in a prison of his own making. That no one even knew was constructed. He hated that he got Michael out of all of his kids. He hated his business. He hated his neighbors. He hated his friends that weren't Henry. He hated his fancy house, expensive car, and clothes.

This life was his fate, and how unfortunate he was.

Or so he thought.

He didn't want to pay for Michael's college. William would never admit it out loud, but he thought that boy trying to make something of himself other than a minimum-wage employee was a joke. That's why he forced Michael to pay his own way. In reality, he told Michael it was to "make him more of a man", but William knew his son saw right through it. Michael could be smart, sometimes.

Sometimes.

Because Michael was, in fact, a minimum-wage employee at his father's diner, the young man couldn't afford much else than the local community college. Not that that was a bad thing to the young man; Michael didn't care that much. William wouldn't have cared either way, but Michael's compliance made things easier. And, being around other people his age, Michael was out of the house more often. This meant less fights that William would have to deal with weekly. It was a win-win all around.

And, when Michael was home, he would often be accompanied by one or two of his friends. William didn't mind, as long as his house was kept tidy, and no one made too much noise. Any distraction that would take his idiot of a son away from him was welcome.

If William was around when Michael showed up with a friend, William was polite enough to them. A smile and a how are you, perhaps even a question or two. Just small talk, enough to keep up his façade of good dad, better person.

That was until, years into his university, Michael brought you over.

William was in his house that day, doing paperwork at the kitchen table with a cigarette pluming smoke in the ashtray nearby. The Diner was closed whilst the state was doing their bi-annual health inspection. While Mr. Afton preferred to keep himself occupied to his workshop in the basement, he thought that perhaps a change of scenery could do him some good. Smoking in the basement made it stuffy down there, anyway.

He would later be so, so grateful for this decision.

From the opposite end of the house, William heard Michael's keys in the door, twisting the lock to let the young man in. Listening a second longer, William could discern two sets of feet walking along the wooden lining of his foyer, along with two hushed whispers bantering amongst themselves.

Mr. Afton breathed a quiet sigh through his nose.

Great. Michael was home. And dragged some other runt along the way.

William knew that in order to reach Michael's room, his son and his friend would have to go upstairs. And, much to William's dismay, the entrance to the stairs was positioned in such a way that his son and his friend would have to go through the kitchen.

Great.

Hearing the footsteps grow closer and the whispers louder, Mr. Afton leaned back in his chair, tamping out his cigarette in the process. Grey eyes situated on the paperwork in front of him, William put on his well-rehearsed soft, friendly smile, waiting for his son to show himself.

Michael was the first to round the corner, the care-free smile slowly fading off the young man's face as he saw his father sitting in the kitchen. Sensing Michael's presence in the doorway, William looked up from his work and to his son, his fake smile growing to make up for the disgust he felt.

"Dad..." Michael groaned, "What are you doing here? I thought you had work today..."

William chuckled, "Michael, I told you this morning. Inspection, remember?"

Michael rolled his eyes and sighed, looking around the corner of the door and saying a few more hushed words. Whoever his son's friend was, they must be shy. William couldn't blame them too much. Mr. Afton was probably the most popular guy in town these days, with the amount of business the Diner had brought in.

Michael turned his attention back to his father, "I have a friend over. Is that alright? Or are you gonna throw another fit?"

William clenched his jaw, "Of course, of course, it's no trouble at all! Just keep it quiet upstairs, yeah?"

Rolling his eyes again, Michael said a few more words around the corner before making his way to the stairs. William had dropped his gaze for a moment to fill in a few of his signatures. When he sensed that his son's friend had finally shown themselves around the corner, William looked up to give them a friendly smile.

Oh, and there you were.

Adorable, precious, beautiful, darling you.

The world around him seemed to fade away when William laid his pale grey eyes on you for the first time. Instantly, he knew you were the single most breathtaking creature he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. You put his ex-wife to shame ten times over. A hundred times, even. All of his past flings as well. They were nothing compared to you.

You were a timid little thing. William could tell by the pink on your cheeks and your hands clasped in front of you. You had a small, soft little smile; your lips so perfectly round and plump. The way your hair had framed your face made you look as if you were hung in the Louvre itself. Your eyes were kind, looking at the older man with a warmth William didn't know possible. Genuine warmth, too.

The way you looked at him. The way you carried yourself. The way you smelled, even halfway across the room. The way you smiled. The way those clothes hugged you in all the right places. The way your body curved and bent...

William swallowed the saliva building up the back of his throat. Without noticing, his lips had begun to part, but he was quick to fix it with a smile.

You gave Mr. Afton a tiny little wave as you shuffled awkwardly towards the stairs behind his son, your voice barely above a peep.

"Hi, Mr. Afton." You had said, "Sorry to interrupt you..."

Shit. Your little voice saying his name like that. It matched you so well.

William's smile grew as he leaned forward in his chair, setting his paperwork to the side.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, love." He said in his thickly accented voice, "At least you're getting that one out of my hair for a while, yeah?"

William almost never made jokes at the expense of others. At least, not around everyone else. He kept his true feelings in his mind most of the time. He knew most folk wouldn't react too kindly to what he really thought of them. But you...

You didn't seem the type to need such filters. He could see it already. You were the type of person to tell it how it is, and not apologize for it. Just like how he wanted to be.

How interesting.

You let out a little giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. William could feel his jaw clench again. Why were you hiding yourself from him? He wanted to see your smile. Your laugh was so cute, surely your smile is too.

William felt himself still. William wanted to see it. Your smile. That was the first time he had ever wanted someone's smile. And the fact you laughed at his joke about his son...

"Yeah, well, it's not like I wanted to, but someone's gotta do it!" You responded with sarcasm, Michael's groan making you giggle to yourself again.

Without even having to force it, William felt a laugh bubble up from the bottom of his chest. He heard it reverberate off the walls of his shiny, sleek kitchen, and it surprised him greatly. Mr. Afton couldn't remember the last time he didn't have to force a laugh. Let alone a smile. All attempts from others just made him cringe on the inside.

Idiots.

Michael had dragged you up the stairs after your little joke, annoyed by the banter between you and his father. William's eyes were fixated on you as you disappeared from sight, watching as your cute little legs carried you up his staircase.

From your height compared to his kitchen counter, William could deduce that you were much shorter than him. If he had to guess, you'd probably only about come up to his shoulder. From the lingering smell in the air too, he could tell that you took good care of yourself. You were clean. Fresh. Supple. And, from the tiny bit of your personality he saw that afternoon, William already knew he liked you. In fact, it was from that moment on that William would think of you.

He encouraged Michael to bring over more friends in hopes that you'd come back. If you weren't in his house, William found himself wondering where you were. What you were up to. What your routine was. What he assumed to be an infatuation quickly grew. He begun to think of you more frequently. When sitting down for a meal, he would wonder if you would like what he had made. William wondered what such a cute little thing like you was doing in this nowhere town. Did you have dreams away from here? Is this were you wanted to be? He had never seen you in his diner before, he was sure of it. He would've surely remembered such a pretty little thing. Although, his diner was the talk of the town. For both adults like yourself and for children. So where were you?

You became illusive to him. You were full of mystery, and he had to know more. It would never be enough. He wanted more. William began drilling Michael about who you were. This was met by some animosity by the young man, but William didn't fucking care. Eventually, when Michael became obsolete of information, William took to other means. He would eavesdrop around the diner on the security cameras, hoping one of the other college kids in there would utter your name. It was slim pickings, but the thrill of it is what got to William.

Every single little thing he learned about you was priceless to him. He committed it all to memory, as if you would vanish if he had not. You were a plague to him. It was your name he thought of first thing in the morning, and it was the last thing he moaned quietly into the night. His fantasies grew dirtier by the day. He had imagined you in oh so many different scenarios. Different positions. Places. Outfits.

Everything about you was perfect to William. From the very top of your head to the very bottom of your feet. You were his soulmate. He just knew it. Every single little thing about you had been crafted just for him. Everything you did, said, perfection. He could be so, so good for you, just as you'd be so good for him. He made more than enough money to spoil you rotten. His house was big enough for you to move in. Not that you'd need the extra space. Of course you'd be sharing a bed with him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Couldn't you see it? How you and him were meant to be? Couldn't you picture your budding life together with him? This is what all those years of suffering were for. To lead him to you. You were his everything. His sun, moon and stars. The oxygen he breathed. The food he ate. The ground he walked on. All of it.

You.

His precious, precious little bunny.

William already knew he loved you. He did, he really did. He didn't have to fake that part about him. Loving you came as naturally to him as breathing. And with you pinned underneath him, Mr. Afton felt as if he was on cloud 9.

Sure, this isn't exactly how he'd plan things to go. He didn't want to have his first time with you on his couch. You were better than that. You deserved all the nice things he had to offer. But William wasn't too sure he could contain himself long enough to carry you to his bedroom. He had already waited so long to have you. Surely you wouldn't mind, right?

You didn't seem to, at the very least. As the man continued to grope and squeeze at your chest, his other hand ripping his tie off, he studied your face carefully. His pale eyes never left your pretty little face, not even for a moment. Your cute little hands were gripping the fabric of his couch, and soft little moans escaped past your puffy lips every so often. Your eyes were focused on his arm rather than his face.

He found this to be a shame. He understood that you were probably embarrassed, perhaps even overwhelmed. This was your first time with him, after all. Oh, but it just wouldn't do, little bunny. He wanted your eyes on him.

Where they should be.

After finally getting his black tie off, William used his free hand to slip underneath your chin, using his pointer finger and thumb to tilt it up towards him. Your glossy doe eyes met his, and he could feel an uncontrollable grin creep across his handsome features.

Just look at you. Not even five minutes in, and already so eager to please him. William could see how much you were enjoying yourself already, the pleasure of it all making the ache in his pants all the more tighter.

Patience, William, patience. The night is still young.

You are something to be savored. Not just a quick fix.

"(Y/N), my darling," Mr. Afton said to you, feeling the heat radiating off your cheeks, "keep your eyes on me. I want to see you, love."

William leaned down to kiss you again, feeling how your hands gently found a spot on his chest before he could do so.

"W-wait..." you peeped out, making William still his movements. He pulled away from you for a moment, his smile falling as he looked into your worried eyes.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, "Please, tell me. Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, "N-No! It's just-"

William removed his hands from you, clasping your little fingers around his own, "Please, my bunny. Whatever it is, I'll fix it immediately. Please tell me."

Mr. Afton watched you like a hawk a you looked over your shoulder towards his door, the heat on your cheeks creeping down your pretty little neck at his words.

"It's just..." you whispered to him, "What if Michael walks in on us? He should be back any minute, right?"

Oh, that. The lie he told you. He had forgotten all about that, actually. William was glad you reminded him.

Mr. Afton pressed a small kiss to your fingers to ease your worries.

"Don't worry about him, my love." He said, admiring your features as if they were fine art, "It's all taken care of, I promise. Keep your focus on me, darling. On us. You can do that for me, hm?"

After studying his face for a moment, William watched as you nodded in response, making his smile widen as he kissed your fingers once again.

"Can we maybe just move, erm... this, somewhere else then?" You asked, "Please?"

Oh. So you did mind. William mentally kicked himself. Stupid fool. Of course you would mind. How could he have overlooked that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

William leaned in and kissed your sweet lips one more time.

"Of course, bunny." He whispered to you, finally letting go of your hands. William got off from on top of you and planted his feet on the ground. Once he was secure, he leaned down to you again and slipped you into his strong arms, holding you bridal-style close to his toned chest. He felt his heart swell inside of him as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck, nuzzling your cute face into his neck. Gently, the older man carried you through his house and into his dark bedroom, using one of his legs to push the door open.

Once inside, William gently laid you down on top of his bed, giving you a kiss before leaving breifly to shut his door. After he was sure that it was shut tightly, William turned his attention back to you.

Heat creeped down his face and neck when he saw his precious bunny on top of his bed. Oh, little one. If only you knew how many times he had pictured you there. How many times your name was repeated over and over like a mantra within these very walls. Even with all the fantasies William had played over and over in his mind, none of them compared to the real thing. Just look at you. So so cute.

And just for him.

Walking back over to you, William was sure to drink in the sight of you on his bed, and commit it to memory. His hands on autopilot, William unbuttoned his purple dress-shirt as he neared closer, exposing his chest to you.

You must've felt awkward being the only one with all your clothes still on. He saw how you went to shrug off your jacket, but was quick to stop you as he took his place on top of you once again.

Silly bunny. That was his job.

"Ah, ah, my darling." He whispered to you, gently taking your hands away from yourself, "No need to worry about that. Just let me do all the work, yeah? Just relax, and let me take care of you."

Mr. Afton saw that his words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Your eyes weren't on him. Instead, they were lain gently on the expanse of his chest, going up and down over and over. The dim lighting made it a little hard to see exactly, but William knew what you were doing. Ogling him.

William wasn't sure how much harder he could get. Look at you. Precious little you, drooling over his chest. What a good little bunny. That's exactly where your eyes should be, little one. On him. And only him. He only had eyes for you, so wouldn't you do the same for him? Of course you would, bunny, of course. By the end of the night, you will. Mr. Afton is gonna show you so many levels of burning hot pleasure you didn't even know existed. Why? Because you'll be his. His bunny. No one else's. And if anyone dared try take you away, then well-

"How did you get these?" William heard you peep out to him, snapping him out of his trance.

He felt one of your little hands pull out of his grip, and gently trace lines up and down his chest and stomach, earning a shudder out of him. Elation ran through his veins, knowing this was the first time you had ever touched him. Touched a man like that, too. Slowly, whilst coming down from his high, William could recognize the patterns you were tracing.

Ah, yes. Those. He had forgotten about those, too. His scars. He hadn't even remembered to warn you first. He knew that at first glance, they did look rather gnarly.

But, still. You didn't seem to mind. You were his good bunny, after all. Of course you'd be good for him. Love him no matter what he looked like. Just like how he loved you.

While you continued to feel up his chest, William shrugged off the remains of his dress shirt and tossed it to the floor. He subsequently leaned down close to you, capturing your lips in another kiss. The following ones trailed down the side of your face and to your exposed neck, earning another whimper of pleasure out of you.

"It's nothing to worry about, love." He whispered to you, pressing more kisses to your skin, "Let's just say the early designs of my spring-lock suits weren't without their... flaws."

"Do they hurt?" You asked him, your little fingers finding a place on his shoulders.

William's breath fanned across your heated skin as he chuckled, "You ask far too many questions, bunny."

William gently bit down against the swell of your neck, earning another gasp out of you.

"Just, relax, little one." He said, his hands slowly working your jacket off of you and discarding it to the floor, "Do you want to stop?"

"N-no! I just..." you trailed off, your voice fading to a whisper "I just want you to be okay."

Mr. Afton picked his gaze up from your neck to look into your eyes, committing to memory the pink on your cheeks. Oh, precious, darling little bunny. If only you knew just how much he loved you. If only you knew just how you made him feel; the gravity of your presence around him.

The older man leaned forward to kiss your neck again, his large hand gently slipping underneath your shirt.

"My darling bunny," William whispered, "you're far too kind. So, so good for me. My bunny. Mine."

The brit's movements begun to get more frantic and passionate as his hand crept up to your chest, groping and squeezing from under your shirt. Your moans became more frequent in conjunction, along with the sheer amount of bruises and marks he was sucking into your soft, warm skin. Your hands found their way across his bare shoulders, one eventually travelling up to tussle into his dark brown hair. William rumbled out a groan from the back of his throat as he continued attacking your neck.

Once he was certain that you'd have plenty of hickeys in the morning, William detached himself from you and sat back slightly. His hand ran further up your chest, pulling your shirt along with it. Once your garment was halfway up your torso, William brought his other large, calloused to the base.

"May I remove this for you, my sweet?" He asked through half-lidded eyes, the tent in his pants growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. His mind told him over and over to just cut to the chase and pound you into the mattress already, but he dismissed the thought. He needed patience. William had waited for this day far too long to piss it away. He wanted to savor it. Stretch it out as long as possible. Not only for his selfish reasons, but for your sake too. You were a virgin, after all. He didn't want to scare you away, oh no. Eventually you'll get the hang of it, anyway. Don't worry about that, little one. William promises to show you how all of it is done. Show you just how amazing he can make you feel, and spoil you rotten in the process. Give you the treatment that only his bunny gets to have.

But, for now, slow and steady it is.

You looked him in his eyes as you gave him a timid nod, making another grin stretch across his face.

"Let me hear your words, darling." He said.

"Y-yes, Mr. Afton. Please... take it off." you responded.

Fucking hell you were so goddamned cute. Sweet bunny if only you knew just how many times he imagined your cute little voice saying those exact words to him. How long he dreamt of it.

Another shudder ran through the man's veins as he pulled your shirt off of you, leaving you bare-chested in front of him.

"Please, love," he whispered, "Call me William."

The tips of his fingers ghosted over the expanse of your chest and stomach, earning a shudder of your own under his touch. Leaning down, the older man pressed more open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and chest and his hands crept down further, stopping at the hem of your pants.

"Though, if you're up for it," he continued, "I'm quite fond of sir as well."

Before you could babble out any sort of response, William gave a few more open-mouthed kisses to the space right above your pants, your hands finding a home in his hair again. Your soft whimpers underneath the brit made his kisses all the more violent, and his hands all the more wandering. They traveled underneath you, coping a few feels at your butt before slowly trailing down your thighs.

It was getting harder by the second for the brit to control himself. He wanted to go slow, he really did, for you. But he wasn't too sure how much longer he could restrain himself from taking you as his. Here you were, right where he had wanted you for so long. Moaning and whimpering underneath him just like he wanted you to. You were already so good for him, even without him having to coach you on what to do. You truly were made for him.

So, perhaps you would forgive him for picking up the pace a little bit.

Could you do that for him, bunny?

"How about we remove these next, yeah?" He asked you through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, his fingers picking at the hem of your pants.

You nodded in response again. Embarrassed and bashful.

Oh, naughty naughty bunny. Didn't he tell you to use your voice?

"Words, darling." He reminded you, his tone soft yet laced with firmness. He didn't want to punish you, no. Not yet, at the very least. It was your first time, and William was a generous man. He could let you off the hook this time, bunny.

This time.

"William, please..." you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Afton had to take a long, deep breath through his nose to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head, a cold, sharp shudder running down his body. Begging him already? Oh, sweet little one, you were made for him. You were you were you were. You were what he was put on this earth for. Not his stupid fucking business, or being a father. No. Not at all. It was for you. He was put on this earth for you. To be your man. To give you every single little thing your precious heart desired. Money. Fame. Love. Pleasure. All of it. All of it for you. And oh did he have plenty to give you. You were his soulmate, he was sure of it. How else could you be here now? How else would he have happened to find you in this small, puny town? Amongst all these fucking idiots? You and him were meant to be, little bunny. Couldn't you see it too? Just look at you. William fits so perfectly on top of you, doesn't he? And you look so adorable underneath him with that blushy face of yours. His sweet little rabbit. His darling beloved. His sweet angel. His treasure. His love. His. His. HIS. HIS. HI-

...

Oh.

Oh shit.

Pressing a few more kisses to your belly, he snuck one of his hands down to feel around his crotch. The tips of his fingers were greeted by a small wet patch.

Damn. He really got carried away that time. First on his phone call with you, and again now? Could you notice? No, surely not. It was too dim in his room. His pants were dark too, so that made it all the more unlikely. You probably wouldn't care either way.

He was still plenty hard for you.

Composure, William, composure. Don't ruin all the fun before it even begins.

Making sure to settle down the many thoughts in his head, William gently lifted your legs and cute little butt off of his bed. Slowly, he was able to discard your pants off of you, giving your shins and thighs a few small kisses as his hands returned to the hem of your underwear.

"This too, love?" He asked.

Out of instinct, you nodded again, "Yes, but... what about you?"

William breathed out a chuckle. Silly bunny. Don't tell him you're becoming the impatient one now. As adorable as it was, William had to still go slow on you. Patience, little one.

"That'll be soon, rabbit." He told you, one of his fingers hooking underneath your underwear, "You are a virgin, yes?"

He already knew the answer to that. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yeah, I am... Is that a proble-"

"No, no, little bunny, no." He said in response, gently sliding your underwear down your legs and discarding it on the floor, "I just have to make sure you're prepared. Besides..."

William shifted his weight down so he was face-to-face with your lower half, guiding your thighs to rest on his shoulders. Looking up at you, he pressed his kisses into your soft flesh, throwing in a few bites for good measure as he cupped your heated sex in his palm.

"Your body is so beautiful, my love." He said, "I want to savor every part of you. My needs can come later."

William watched as your whined and squirmed underneath him as his hand made contact with your lower half, his cock aching inside of his pants yet again.

"I will warn you bunny," the brit said, "It may sting a little to start with, yeah? Are you okay with that?"

You swallowed the saliva that had been pooling in the back of your throat, "Y-Yes, that's okay. I trust you."

William let out a satisfied hum, "Good bunny."

Slowly, William trailed his hand downwards, the tip of his middle finger inching close to your hole. Mr. Afton had to swallow the saliva that invaded his mouth at the sight, worried about drooling on you and making a fool of himself. If he could focus, he would be able to tell that his hands were trembling with excitement. Oh if only you knew how long he had dreamed of this day. He was already halfway there. Halfway to making you his. He just had to make sure his precious bunny was ready first.

He didn't want you in any pain when he filled you up with his love.

William gave you a few seconds to get ready before he pushed his finger inside of you, immediately making your back arch and your hands find his shoulders and hair. The grip you had on his grey-brown locks was tight, but compared to the elation he felt while inside of you, it was nothing. A pitiful drop in the bucket of his ecstasy. You were so warm around him. So so warm and tight. A million times better than what his fantasies made him believe. And a trillion times better than those sex toys he bought.

Mr. Afton let his excitement get the better of him just a touch as he begun to pump his long, bony finger in and out of you. His other hand gripped as your thigh, squeezing it as his lips placing gentle kisses on the flesh of it as a form of silent praise.

The noises his finger made going in and out of you were sinful, and echoed off of the walls of his room. Or perhaps, his shared room now. It'd only be a matter of time now before he'd ask you to move in, if all went according to plan. He was pleased to see that you eventually loosened up around his digit and you started to become more comfortable, once all the residual pain had subsided. This is when you started to moan for him. Quiet at first, but gradually got louder and louder as he found the more tender parts of your insides.

William's eyes would often flutter shut as he heard his sweet bunny's sounds underneath him. He was elated that you were enjoying yourself. If William knew he did one thing right in his life, he knew he was pleasing you like you wanted. He could die happy knowing that. That he got one chance with you; got to hear his bunny's sweet songs just once.

But, no, no.

William was a greedy man.

He wanted more.

And he would get more.

"That's it, my beautiful little bunny," he praised you, his deep accented voiced husked with his lust, "Just like that. You're doing so amazing, my darling. So perfect for me..."

William forgot to give you a warning as he inserted another finger into you. But, with the moan that escaped your lips as he did so, he was pleased to see you didn't mind. And, he was even more pleased with the way you found your own rhythm with his fingers, helping him to finger-fuck you all the better.

"Ah- Ahh! Oh my god, Mr. A-Af- William..!" you cried out to him, your grip on his hair becoming tighter as he found the most tender part of your insides.

You were playing with fire, little one. Did you want him to have another accident?

"Oh, my sweet bunny," he groaned, trying to shift his weight to relieve some pressure off of his crotch, "yeah, that's it. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, love. Make them for me."

"W-William, I-I feel-"

"Shh, my darling, it's alright. Let it happen. Make a mess all over me, my love. I want you to. I want it, bunny. Cum all over my fingers, goregous. Don't dare hold back on me. So, so good... my precious bunny. My bunny."

The pace of William's fingers quickened the more he said, until he felt you spasm around you and a flurry of moans escaped your lips.

He did it.

He finally did it.

William has waited for so long, and he had finally done it.

Halfway there.

Halfway to go.

Mr. Afton helped you to ride out your orgasm by pressing his fingers into you a few more times. Once you had settled down, and your moans had turned into soft, breathy pants, William took his fingers out of you, pressing reassuring kisses into the plush of your thighs.

"So good, little one," he whispered to you, "You did so well, my love. Perfect, absolutely perfect."

After a few more kisses, to allow you to catch your breath, William sat up again on his knees, looking down at your sweat-gleamed, adorable little face. You were still breathing pretty hard as his hands found his belt buckle, the clink of the metal making you look up at him again.

"William... please, I need you so bad..." you breathed.

Mr. Afton's breath hitched in his throat, "I know, love, I know. And you'll have me. You've been such a good bunny for me... 'Gonna make you feel so good, my adorable little rabbit."

A rush of relief washed over William as his belt was shed to the floor, along with his sleek black trousers, making him groan. He watched as you little eyes kept flickering between his tented crotch and his face, not sure of where to look to be polite.

Silly bunny. You were allowed to look anywhere you wanted.

As William finally was able to pull off his boxers, he breathed a sigh of relief. His cock had been aching for what felt like hours now, and he was finally able to give it some relief. He could feel how he throbbed against the cold air of his room as he looked down at you once again, drinking in the sight and committing it to memory.

William knew he was a well-endowed man. Hell, that's probably why he was so popular to begin with, at least amongst the women. None of that ever mattered to him before. He didn't care. Yeah, he had a big dick. So what?

It never mattered to him, that is, until now. He could see how scared you were when you looked at him. See it in your eyes, how you worried how something like that would fit into you.

You needn't worry, sweet bunny. William would never try to hurt you. Not ever. It'll fit, sweet one, don't worry.

Don't you trust him?

Mr. Afton gave a few pumps to his length, coating it in the slick of his pre-cum as he lined up at your entrance. He could feel waves of excitement and need wash through him as the tip made contact with your flesh, making him let out another shaky breath. Though in the past the brit found missionary to be rather boring, he found himself to not mind it with you. It allowed him to be close to you. To see your face, and hear you well. All he ever wanted.

Besides, he could always try new positions next time. If you were ready.

"It might sting a little again, bunny." He warned you, "But it won't for long."

"O-Okay..." you said, "Just... Can you hold my hand? Please?"

William felt his lips part, "Yes, my love. Yes, of course."

Shifting his weight briefly onto one arm, William slipped one of his large hands into your own, interlocking his fingers with yours. His other hand was firmly situated next to your head, careful to avoid pulling on your hair.

"Good?" he asked.

You nodded, "Yes.. I'm ready now. Please, William..."

"As you wish, darling."

Excitement bubbling in his veins, William gently pushed his hips forwards, the tip of his cock entering inside of you. Along with your gasp, the man above you let out a low, breathy groan of pure, raw pleasure, a shudder making its way down his spine.

Holy fuck. It was so much better than he had imagined. You were so much better than he imagined. He was sure of it now, more than ever. You were made for him. You were pure perfection.

And all the more reason to make you his.

Get to work, William. His bunny is waiting for him.

Careful not to squeeze your hand too tightly, William let out another breathy groan as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. At the feeling of being fully sheathed inside of your hole, William felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to save-face. You were breathing rather hard underneath him, your other arm having come up to drape across his bare, scarred shoulders for extra support.

As you he felt you slowly start to relax around him, Mr. Afton pressed soft, loving kisses to your jaw and neck, the hand next to your hair stroking it softly.

"Th-That's it, love..." he whispered to you, "So good for me... My adorable bunny."

You whimpered underneath his touch, "William, I... i-it's okay to move now. Please..."

Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, William gently pulled his hips back, then thrusted up into you. He watched as you bounced slightly underneath him, a low moan escaping your lips. With all the conformation he needed, William was quick to find a steady rhythm inside of you. He never found himself to be that vocal in the bedroom from past experiences, so the brit continued to surprise himself with every groan and sigh that escaped past his lips. But, then again, it was quite different now. This was you.

And damn did you make him feel amazing.

After finding a good pace, William was able to angle himself better, trying to find the most sensitive part inside you. With one lucky guess, he was able to see how you threw your head back in pleasure, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you moaned for him.

"Ohh goddd, William..! F-Fuck, right there!" you cried out for him, your encouragement making him pick up the pace.

"Yeah, bunny?" he goaded you, "Does that feel good? You're so fucking cute. You- hahh - you feel so fucking amazing, my love, fuck..."

The brit could feel your peak drawing nearer with every clench of your walls around him, his cock twitching back in response as it continued its barrage of your most sensitive parts. This only made him snap his hips into you all the more sharply.

"(Y/N)..." he cried out to you, "(Y/N), my love. So fucking good for me. So, so good... You're perfect, (Y/N). Perfect, my bunny. Perfect."

"W-William, I-I'm gonna-"

"Me too, bunny, me too. Please, bunny - fuck - please, together, my love. Let me fill you up, my darling. With my love. Let me show you how much I adore you. Will you, my love? Please, please."

"Yes, Will! Oh my god, yes please!"

With your sweet words ringing in his ears, William made one final push inside of you, sinking in as deep as possible. Mr. Afton groaned loudly as he could feel your orgasm around him, his following not long after. He was able to manage a few tiny, sloppy thrusts inside of you as you both rode out your high, feeling as how your insides became coated with his orgasm; no, with his love.

So, so much love.

And, you, finally

were now

his.

At long, long last. He finally had you.

Happy was an understatement. Overjoyed even more so. No, William was a new man. He was now yours. Your man to protect and take care of you. And no one else's. Just as you were his now, and no one else's.

His.

It took a good while for William to catch his breath again, as well as you. Once he did so, William found the strength to pull out of you, one last ripple of pleasure washing over him. You were looking up at him through your glossy eyes and heated face, a small, dumb smile on your face as you breathed heavily. He was able to get one more kiss on your lips before he shifted his weight off of you.

"Wait here, love." He said, "I'll get something to help you clean up."

As much as it pained him to leave you without him, William knew that aftercare was important. Especially to the inexperienced. In the past, he was never fond of doing too much of it, but with you, it came naturally to him. You were such a good bunny for him, it's the least he can do to show his appreciation.

The brit was quick to disappear into his bathroom and grab a towel, feeling the cold air around him in the dark. By the time he returned, he saw that you had already turned on your side, and had wrapped yourself in nearly all the covers on his bed. Creeping closer to you, William saw that your eyes were closed; soft, steady breaths escaping past your little lips.

Damn. You were asleep already. William knew tonight would wear you out, but damn.

Looks like he still has it.

And you were far too cute to wake up now. It would just be mean if he did so. Very well. You win, bunny.

Placing the towel on his nightstand, William peeled back the last little bit of blankets you allotted him and slipped into bed behind you. You being much shorter than him, he found it easy to meld his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your little waist and pulling you close to his chest. You were so warm, and he couldn't help but take a long inhale of your scent. He was hoping to talk to you a little more after, and tell you how amazing you did, but this was fine. He could do all the in the morning. You were too cozy for now.

But that couldn't stop him from giving you some praise.

"You are perfect, my darling." He whispered into your air, as soft as he could as not to wake you, "Just as I knew you would be. You're going to learn just how much better I can make you feel, sweet thing. This is only the beginning."

William pressed a few soft kisses to your hair.

"I'm sorry I had to lie to you to get you here. I just couldn't think of any other way to get us alone. But, you'll forgive me, right?"

You didn't answer, of course.

"Oh, I know you will. If you ever find out, that is, bunny."

There's some things you're better off not knowing, anyway.

"Get plenty of rest, love. I'll be right here, I promise. I promise."

How could he ever leave you now?

"I love you."

Goodnight, little bunny.

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yerbabrava · 4 months

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how i hate those fanfics where like william and the reader are having an argument for whatever reason and out of nowhere william fucking yells at the reader and they're like "yeah william i'll shut up and listen to you and do whatever you tell me" I HATE WHEN THE READER IS SUBMISSIVE if william were to yell at me I'LL YELL BACK!!!!

FUCK SUBMISSIVE READER, I'LL SCREAM AT HIM , THROW THINGS AT HIM AND HURT MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM SO HE FEELS BAD. I want him to be scared of me, I need him to be scared of hurting me so he has to be really careful with his words when trying to manipulate me.

I don't even like when people write William as an abusive partner but if they do, why can't the reader be abusive as well? Why can't they both have an unhealthy obsession with each other? Why do I have to be the submissive one and not him?

#william afton x reader #william afton #fanfic #william afton x you #x reader #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #william afton x y/n #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #dave miller #dave miller x reader

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forherheart · 5 months

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it’s been so long - william afton [intro]

pairing: william afton x fem!bodied reader

warnings: smut, degradation, dub-con, non-con, use of alcohol, use of drugs, abuse, age gap, underage

summary: hurricane, utah was a relatively quiet city. home of young new families and older generations looking to spend their final days in peace. that was until a new family eatery opened right in the heart of the town.

the afton’s were a handsome family consisting of five members who each came with their own quirks.

there was evan. a young boy who had dark sandy hair and hazel eyes. he could always be seen with his stuffie in the crook of his arm as if the yellow bear had been his protector.

the afton’s only daughter was a young lady named elizabeth, she was just as precious as the meaning of her name. she resembled her mother in more ways than one with long golden hair and piercing green eyes.

their final child had been given the name michael. michael was an irritable teenager who strongly resembled his father though he never got along with the man. he sported disheveled long brown hair and brown eyes just like his younger brother.

there was then of course the woman who tied the whole family together; a petite woman named clara who stood just a mere five feet tall with short blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders. she was a bubbly woman; quite the opposite of her husband.

last but certainly not least was the patriarch of it all…william afton. the lanky man stood almost a foot and a half taller than his wife. he styled his dark brown hair slicked back with stubble to match.

william afton was a proud man. ever since he was young he was taught to never ask for help and to never show any sign of weakness. this helped him very much as he struggled his way through school but ended up as one of the most successful graduates.

william and clara got married young once they found out they were pregnant with their first child. they married in a courthouse and very soon after moved from the outsides of south hampton, england to a small city in utah.

the pair hadn’t known anyone so when william went to work for a semi threatening manufacturing factory clara stayed at home spending almost every day with little to no adult contact.

william left for work at five in the morning, he left the house quietly completely disregarding his wife of any affection and clocked in around five-thirty. william left for the bar after work at five-thirty. working twelve hours days was demanding and hard to do but it beat staying home with his newborn.

william typically spent the rest of his nights at a dingy bar just a few blocks away from the home that occupied the two members of his family. william would drink himself silly almost every single day and eventually head home around two o’clock in the morning. until one day.

william hadn’t even made half his way through a tall glass of gin when he heard the boisterous voice of what he would to know as his business partner; henry emily.

emily was a jolly man. he had rosey cheeks and flaxen messy hair that fell across his forehead. he was a meaty man who showed a certain amount of confidence that william had been looking for in a confident. so, when the man sat just a few seats next to him in a bar he had all the intentions to start up a conversation with him.

#william afton #five nights at freddy's #dave miller #michael afton #smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #the man behind the slaughter #william afton x reader #dark #dead dove do not eat #slasher #michael afton x reader

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crispysoupwonderland · 1 month

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Smut I drew (hopefully this doesn't get taken down :3)

kinda rushed and rough ;) pun intended (I drew this at 4am)

Art by Crouton

#fnaf #william afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf smut #william afton smut #william afton x reader #dave miller

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insidiousclouds · 9 months

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The Grave Rabbit's Bait

Finding a job is tough in this economy. That's when you're surprised to find you've been hired to work at Fazbear Frights as a security guard. Things aren't at all what you expect, and you can't help but feel there's something wrong about this place... but it pays twenty-three bucks an hour, so you can't complain.

#springtrap/reader #springtrap x reader #fnaf #springtrap #fnaf 3 #william afton #dave miller #henry emily #cloud creations #the grave rabbit's bait #TGRB #fanfiction #im so excited hope you guys like it #it wasnt as long as i wouldve liked but 6k is still pretty good #and my beta reader thinks its good so im gonna trust them and post it

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cinnamob77 · 9 months

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you stole his tie

#dave miller x reader #william afton x reader #fnaf #sketch

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scekrex · 2 months

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Rules & Masterlist

These fics are for the male audience, I'm cool if you're female and silently read & enjoy em, but please: females do not interact.

I also won't do Adam (or literally any adult character I write for) x child/minor!reader. I did it once, I'm not comfortable to do it again, please respect that. Any asks/prompts that include child/minor!reader will be deleted.

Fandoms I currently write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Five Nights at Freddy's (movie & games)

Characters I write for:

Adam (x male!Reader & adamsapple)

William Afton (x male!Reader)

Springtrap (x male!Reader)

Michael Afton (x male!Reader)

I write both, SFW & NSFW

Masterlist

Adam x male!Reader

Consider chasing dick instead of pussy {SFW}

Fuck him, flip him, bend him backwards, baby, put your back into it {NSFW}

Bitches want me 'cuz they know that I can rock {NSFW}

Heavenly {NSFW}

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase {SFW}

Heaven's gates won't open up for us again {SFW}

What it takes to be a man {SFW}

Going viral {SFW, crack fic}

Hidden in the sheets {SFW}

Lost and Found {SFW}

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me {NSFW}

Night Terrors {SFW}

I'm liking it better with you {SFW, crack fic}

Drunk 'n' Nasty {SFW, crack fic}

Constant Headache {SFW}

Baby we could be Bonnie & Clyde {SFW}

Do you even {SFW, crack fic}

For you I'd bleed myself dry {SFW}

Pretty baby with the sun in his eyes {SFW}

Figure you out {SFW}

Cuffed Up {SFW}

Got Me Obsessed {NSFW}

Forbidden fruits cause damage {SFW}

Born to Lose {SFW}

Chaotically Chaotic {SFW}

Let me live/Let me die {SFW}

Lonely Eyes {SFW}

Flying and Falling are pretty close to each other {SFW, crack fic}

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything {SFW}

Stick It To The (Wo)Man {SFW}

With broken wings we're fallin' {SFW}

The Plan (Fuck Parents) {SFW}

Pretty Boy Swag {SFW}

Goodbyes that feel like you're still in my city {SFW}

In Desire We Trust {NSFW}

People Pleasing doesn't rock {SFW}

And I dream to be your fantasy {SFW}

Chains on my lips just add flames to the fire {SFW}

Love me like you mean it, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine {NSFW}

Let the sun set on your life and I'll make, oh I'll make you mine {SFW}

When you meet my eyes, we both know that you're mine {SFW}

But I still want more, don't know what I'm after {NSFW}

I hate everyone, it's so easy, I wouldn't do it if I didn't really care {NSFW}

It's 'cause of these things {SFW}

He can fix it {SFW}

If God's watching then we're both sinners {SFW}

Love at first sight, I still believe {SFW}

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone {SFW}

I bring the ribs, I bring the drama {SFW}

Everything I love, I guess it makes me damned {NSFW}

Smother me with loving hands {SFW}

We're eating good tonight, darlin' {NSFW}

Reach out and touch faith {NSFW}

Birthday boy {SFW}

All the violence makes a statement {SFW}

If I'm so wonderful then why am I so misunderstood {SFW}

This hurts me like Heaven {NSFW}

Is this the life, the one from your dreams? {NSFW}

I got myself a fuckin' life dressed up in evening wear {SFW}

Little soldier {SFW}

About bragging and loving {SFW}

The deeper you go, the better you feel {NSFW}

Never wanted to dance with nobody, but you {SFW}

I'm a jester and I'm yours, call me your fool {SFW}

Burning, I feel it too {SFW}

There's a darkness at the heart of my love, that runs cold, runs deep {SFW}

I promise you that I'll be good to you if you promise that you'll try to love me too {SFW}

Make me cum {NSFW}

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice {SFW}

Spin round quick rock yo body {NSFW}

I got all twisted up, you helped straighten me out {SFW}

Suck it up, big boy {NSFW}

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be {SFW}

Take me down, a little bit harder now {NSFW}

I'm not likely to kick a head in, but I'll curb stomp a bitch if she objects at our wedding {SFW}

Kill anyone for you {SFW}

Out for Blood {SFW}

Lover come hold me {SFW}

Adam x Lucifer

Love's a rigged game {SFW}

Morning snuggles {SFW}

Fallen {SFW}

Maybe you can call me Eve, standing here under the forbidden tree {SFW, one-sided}

This hurts me like hell, feel like the angel who fell {SFW, one-sided}

William Afton x male!Reader

Not the one to trust {SFW}

Would you take my hand and take a life? {implied NSFW}

After Hours {NSFW}

Don't Cum Crying {NSFW}

Cupid Carries A Gun {NSFW}

Chaotic Good {NSFW}

Dancing with my deepest dark desire {SFW}

Springtrap x male!Reader

The Things I Could Do To You {SFW}

Michael Afton x male!Reader

Your shadow is there, wherever I go {SFW}

Better With {SFW}

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x reader #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #dave miller #william afton #william afton x male reader #william afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton x reader #springtrap #springtrap x reader #fnaf

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oftenwantedafton · 2 months

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Often Wanted Afton

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Fan Fiction Masterlist Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Welcome to my ever growing collection of FNAF William Afton and Reader themed stories featuring dark romance, older man/younger woman dynamics, angst, and, of course, smut. These are intended for 18+ viewers. All characters are age 18+. Please see ratings and warnings. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Moody and Gray - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF game verse)

CW - sexual content

Previous Chapters 1-8 here

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AO3 Chapter 9 | 10

The Perfect Girl - Explicit

Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - sexual content, non/dub con, restraints, kidnapping, captivity, blood kink, voyeurism, violence

Previous Chapters 1-10 here

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Secret Smile - Explicit

College English Professor/Vampire Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female College Student Reader (FNAF movie verse AU)

CW - sexual content, blood kink

Previous Chapters 1-5 here

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Older - Explicit

Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

CW - sexual content

Tumblr | AO3

Personal Space - Explicit

Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

AO3 Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Kismet - Explicit

Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - sexual content, blood and violence, child character death

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AO3 Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

A Consolation Prize - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF game verse)

CW - dubious consent, sexual content

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2

AO3 Chapter 1 | 2

What Remains - Explicit

Springtrap/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF book verse)

CW - minor violence, body horror

Tumblr Chapter 1 | 2

AO3 Chapter 1 | 2

Forgotten - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader x Michael Afton (FNAF game verse)

CW - sexual content, cheating

Tumblr | AO3

Confession - Explicit

Priest Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader (FNAF movie verse)

CW - religious themes

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AO3 Chapter 1

Hush - Explicit

William Afton x Female Reader

CW - sexual content, implied/referenced character death

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AO3 Chapter 1 | 2

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #dave miller x you #dave miller x reader #dividers credit @saradika-graphics #michael afton x you #michael afton x reader

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scaredofbrits · 1 year

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William and teasing.... THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING

“Show Me How Desperate You Can Get”

william afton x reader

• masterlist

A/N: say no more !? also the amount of requests i’m getting feels unreal 😭. sorry this took me SO long,, i’ve had many ideas for this.

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warnings: smut

(also js gonna start this w/ no intro)

he slowly entered his fingers inside of you, an annoying slow pace. he couldn’t take his eyes away from your fragile body trying to fuck itself on his fingers. he held your waist down with his right hand, going a little faster. “is that better for you? hmm?” you whined, “use your words, doll. i know you can.” he grinned mischievously, completely aware of how embarrassed you are.

only a few blabbers came out of your mouth, then some muttering. he raised one eyebrow, “do you want me to go fast, or not?” he growled, his eye contact making you feel oddly shameful. you opened your mouth slowly, stuttering a bit, then finally got it out. “please go faster.” you said calmly, hoping he’d be pleased with that. he took his hand off your waist, then his fingers out of you. the loud drop of a belt alerted you, and so did his chuckle. his cock was more than average, how in the hell were you gonna take it? the way it flung out of his boxers, he was clearly hard.

“i don’t wanna play this game with you any longer. you think i want a girl who can stay peaceful when begging for my fingers to thrust in her at an insanely fast pace?” he asked, rubbing the sides of your body with his thumb. “hm? do you?” he pressed his torso against yours, kissing all around your top parts. now that his cock was out, you were slowly getting more desperate. and apparently, he didn’t enjoy self control. so maybe this would go down well. “n-no..” you hesitated to spit out, flinching from every soft kiss he landed on your sensitive body.

“alright then. now, be a good girl and show me how desperate you can get.” he held his cock with his hands, rubbing it against your wet folds. you wanted to feel the burning sensation of his cock twisting your insides, but he was being too careful with you. the urge to beg for his large size was killing you, but would he like that? no, did it matter if he did? the same thoughts were tumbling around your brain, completely forgetting the fact that this man was hovering on top of you. “what’s on your mind? my dick, or something else?” he whispered, still tracing the outside of your cunt. you blinked, locking eyes with him. “i-..h-..hm..” you took in a big gasp of air, looking down to see his cock now inside of you. he quickly threw up your chin, “uh uh uh~. who said you could stop looking at my face?” he let his cock rest inside of you for a second, enjoying the feeling of your tightness. you made an attempt to move yourself around, you needed the pain. but, all you did was make yourself look pathetic.

he slowly began to thrust in you, letting out small grunts. you let out a heavy sigh, “please. please. i don’t want to wait.” you cried, quick to complain. the lack of speed was definitely there. he caressed your cheek with his thumb softly, “only if that’s what you want, dear.” he smiled, doing one final blow. then entering and leaving you quickly. his hair began to fall in his face, and so did some beads of sweat. your back arched and you leaned your head back, moaning his name. he threw his hand to your neck, starting to choke you slowly. “fuck! is this what you what? hm? yeah? is it?” he yelled, grunting with every move. the sound of skin slapping against eachother filled the room, and so did your wet sounds, companied by your sweet moans. complete lewd. he only kept fucking you faster, able to tell your orgasm is arriving.

you moaned loudly, letting your cum drip around his cock. he was quick to pull out and cum all over your stomach, breathing heavily and collapsing right beside you. “i forgot how nice it was to feel a woman like that.” he laughed, rubbing his hand on your ass.

A/N: this was the literal definition of running out of plans. shall i edit this eventually and make it better? possibly. will that be anytime soon? nope.

#fanfic #x reader #x y/n #fnaf x reader #dave miller #william afton #smut #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut

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eddsworldbish420 · 3 months

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What is it with skinny British purple men and they're curvaceous short boyfriends with frizzy orange-ishness.....

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #willry #henry x william #william x henry #helliam #jeremike #jeremy fitzgerald #micheal afton #dsaf #jack dsaf #dave dsaf #dave miller #jack kennedy

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