#Steve Raglan x Reader

[choerypetal]

ꕮ 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔. ꕮ / Steve Raglan aka William Afton

William, or Steve, is the kind of man who doesn't hesitate to assert his dominance. Whether you dare to play a prank on him or serve up a tepid cup of coffee, you can be certain he'll take swift action to make you fully comprehend the consequences of your actions. He may choose unconventional methods, like a sudden, firm slap on your arse, which will elicit startled gasps and a visible rush of warmth to your cheeks. Your eyes will practically beg for more as he leans in, his tongue sensually tracing the curve of your neck, his fingers maintaining their strong hold beneath you. He'd whisper softly while gently nibbling the lobe of your ear, "What did I say about those who misbehave..." Of course, you'd remain silent, convinced that this is all part of an enticing game. As expected, he'd let a wicked smile curl on his lips.

"They need a reminder of who they truly belong to..."

[lucigooseart]

matthew lillard & his legacy <3

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a ray of sunshine and a constant inspiration.

[julihlaufey]

William Afton x Strawberry Reader Headcanons (SFW + NSFW) 🍰

It's three in the morning and I've been thinking since college about how William would act with his controversially younger girlfriend with a fixation and strawberry scent.

⁠・ The character uses feminine pronouns and has a biologically female body.

⁠・ This isn't my content and English isn't my first language, but I decided to give it a try! ⁠♡

🍓 When you walked into the office for your first day of work, the scent of your perfume reached you before you did. William looked up quickly to see where it was coming from. And from that day on, strawberry is his favorite smell.

🍰 Strawberry has become his trademark and William loves to spoil his girl with everything strawberry he can find. A cat in a plush strawberry suit in the plush machine? He'll try to catch it. A new printed dress? It's yours. A pair of red shoes that match the red outfit you wore on Tuesday? He already bought them.

🍓 Will is a simple guy. He memorizes everything that makes you happy and puts it into practice. If you ask him, he doesn't know anything about you. He never bothered to research. But the truth is that he has memorized every outfit you have. He knows your combinations, your favorite pieces. And he loves to fill you with gifts like strawberry pendant necklaces, earrings, bracelets. Everything. And everything matches. It's his personal hobby.

🍰 When he sees a strawberry dessert, William automatically buys it for you. He arrives at the office and silently places the package on your desk. Like the devil flees from the cross, Will sits in the chair and doesn't even look at your face. Only when you've stopped trying to thank him and make fun of the fact that he was cute, he looks at you over the top of his glasses, seeing how you enjoyed the sweet.

🍓 And following this line, their displays of affection include gifts. He loves buying you everything. One time, he got into a fight in line at a bakery because You've been sick and can't go to work for a mere three days. So Will thought it would be a great idea to bring you something to eat during your break as a "silent welcome back." A man in front of him tried to buy the candy before him and William looked at him so crookedly that the guy dreams of him to this day.

🍰 He always complains about everything. William is a professional complainer. He complains about the strawberry smell in his car, how over the top the decor is, how his clothes always follow an annoying pattern, "Even your keychain has a stupid strawberry?" but the truth is that he loves all of it. He loves everything that makes you you. And everything that made him never look at a strawberry the same way again.

🍓 He LOVES the smell of your hair. Your strawberry hair scent makes William go crazy. And whenever you're in bed, he'll snuggle up to you and fall asleep smelling your sweet scent.

🍰 He gave you a collection of bows. You don't quite understand what he sees in them, but ever since he met William, he's loved seeing you in bows.

(NSFW) 🔞

🍰 Ever since he discovered that her intimate scent is strawberry, he's been crazy. Afton already loved the idea of being able to delight himself and eat her pussy as if it were his last meal on earth. He'd always daydreamed about it at work and you'd always felt him eating you with his eyes while the paperwork on his desk waited. But after he caught his first whiff of it, this guy became the biggest strawberry fan in the world.

🍓 He buys you lots of themed lingerie. Red, black, even green in your favorite shade. He secretly thinks it's cute how obsessed you are with the fruit and wants to bring that personality of yours to bed. He bought you every printed set he could find and some lingerie with lace and details that he will be very sorry to rip later.

🍰You are his strawberry girl. And even though he likes to call you that in private, he loves it when you remind him of it in public, even if he doesn't admit it. His face turns red as a strawberry every time you come up to him reminding him of this nickname at work or in front of acquaintances. But deep down, he likes everyone to know that you are his.

🍓 He gets excited just by smelling you. Strawberry has become his signature scent, so smelling you is like getting hard right away. When he was talking to a client once, he felt his dick tighten so much in his pants, just because you were next to him and that smell penetrated his nose. When the customer left, William could only curse as he saw how You left him hard. That day he didn't even get up for lunch.

🍰 Despite your small car and the "sickening smell" according to him, William has the goal of fucking you in that car. He wants to take away your innocence by staining the seat with your juices and his cum. He often finds himself making you squirt in that car just by frenziedly fingering your clit and sinking right into your g-spot.

[ahsxual]

What Are They Like In Bed?

Pairing: Matthew Lillard Characters x Reader

Characters: William Afton, Stu Macher, Stevo Levy, Tim Laflour & Doug Van Housen

Warnings: +18 content, minors DNI, rough sex, mentions of torture and unhealthy relationships

William Afton

William is a very rough and possessive lover in bed. His main goal is to make you cum by overstimulating and edging you over and over again. He would love to "torture" you just to hear you beg for mercy for him to stop, only to laugh at your face afterwards. He will degrade you and make you feel like a personal sex doll for his own pleasure

He isn't loud in bed, apart from a few low grunts when he's cumming, especially when it's inside you (his favorite place to cum)

His favorite position is missionary, so he can watch your face while he fucks you, and doggy style, where he can watch your pretty ass bounce with every thrust and have full control of your body as he presses your head down

He will be sweet and nice to you in public so that you feel attached to him, just to act cold between four walls. You never know which side of him you'll get, so it's always a new experience and a rush of adrenaline whenever the two of you are about to fuck

He won't mind hurting you by talking to other women his age. In fact, he will feel great that you're jealous because of him and because he can "control" your feelings. But do not, and I repeat, DO NOT do the same to him. He'll make you regret it and you'll be covered in bruises the next day if not worse lol

That being said, William is extremely possessive of you, even if he doesn't admit it because you must know that you're only his

If you're in an official relationship with him, he'll take more care of you and be more attentive to your needs, so he'll be able to make love to you if you ask beg him to. But don't forget his "true persona" and his evil nature, so his "sweet version" won't last forever

Stu Macher

Stu is a sweeter lover in bed, if you're his girlfriend. If you're not, he'll be the horniest guy you've ever met and will fuck you just to get off, so he'll be pretty annoying just to get in your pants.

He's always in the mood for it, so you better be prepared to deal with a super clingy and touchy Stu all day. He won't even mind where you guys are, he just wants to kiss and be inside you.

His favorite position is the one where he can put your legs around his shoulders to fuck you deeper while looking into your eyes, since he knows his dick is huge and it can reach places you never knew about yourself it'll hurt a bit, just so you know

His pace is pretty fast, but he isn't too rough, unless you ask for it. If you guys are dating or having a deep level of intimacy, he'll tell you about his darkest kinks in hope you'll accept them and want to experiment them as well.

Such as knife kink, chasing kink, pain kink (both sides), dacryphilia, predator/prey dynamic kink, and much more.

He'll want you to have sex with Billy too eventually, with Stu still present obviously, just to prove to Billy what a good girl you are and how lucky he is to have you for himself also to have an excuse to be more intimate with Billy lmao

BUT, if you ever find out about his double life and even then you stayed loyal and accepted him, or even want to join them, Stu will kill and die for you without blinking an eye, if necessary. He'll do anything for you and your sex will be even more... thrilling

Stevo Levy

We all know that Stevo is all about rebellion, drugs and sex. Those are the three things he needs in his life to feel alive and give life some meaning.

Stevo is actually a great lover as long as you guys keep your relationship unofficial and stay faithful to each other!! From his countless experiences, he's great in bed, always making you feel sexy and valued by kissing and worshipping every part of your body.

He'll fuck you anywhere, whether it's at parties, at a friend's house, in a hidden spot in the middle of the street that he's found, literally anywhere. And he won't give two fucks if you guys get caught, and will fight whoever makes you feel uncomfortable or makes nasty comments about you.

His kisses are sloppy and wet, especially when he's high or drunk, so by the end of the night you'll be covered in his spit. In the beginning, his sex is primal and he will fuck you like he needs it to stay alive, which means there'll be sweat, hickeys and your sore pussy in the next morning.

You'll also notice a change in your sexual encounters the moment he falls in love with you: he'll be more sweet, his pace will be more slow and sensual, and your pleasure will always come first rather than his, even if it means he doesn't get to come. He wouldn't tell you that he's falling for you, but you would find out when Bob and Mike told you he had been acting weird lately and by the fact that he had beaten the shit out of a guy who was flirting with you at a party.

Also, he's a switch in bed, if you tease him enough ;)

Tim Laflour

Sex with Tim is a very polemical topic, as we all know. Ever since he began to commit to his pledge, it was a bit challenging to convince him to make sex with you... but only at the beginning.

You're too irresistible for him to reject his sexual needs, so after one month of dating, he begged you on his knees to just taste and eat you out he literally cried. There's no penetration , so it doesn't count as actual sex, right?

After that "incident", you began to tease him more to get what you wanted. To be intimate with your boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that. And believe me when I tell you it worked perfectly.

Tim is probably the most attentive, caring and loving partner you'll ever have in bed and in general. He can't be extremely rough or mean with you, it's all just pure love and tenderness with him. He would probably die from sadness and regret if he ever hurt you.

Before you started dating him, he was more dominant and wanted to prove to you that he was good in bed. Now that you've been dating for months, he's mostly a sub in the bedroom, loving the way you dominate him and make him beg for release.

But don't get me wrong, because in moments when he's feeling desperate, he won't let you have your way and will actually fuck you instead of making sweet, sensual love. He will apologize afterwards if he was too rough and the aftercare will be perfect.

This big boy loves quickies, especially if you're both stoned or drunk at your closest friend's house. On those occasions, his pace is very fast, as if he was losing his virginity to a goddess and couldn't control his sexual desires, and he grabs you as if you might run away from him. In the end, you always laugh at how cute, desperate, and clingy he was with you.

LISTEN, this boy right here has a hockey player/cheerleader role-play kink. He goes crazy when you dress up as a semi-naked cheerleader and ride him, telling him how such a good boy he was and that he deserved a reward for winning the game. BUT, if his team loses, you've discovered one thing that turns his sadness into excitement... and that being said, Tim never leaves a game upset anymore, regardless of the result, because he knows that has soon as you get home, you're going to peg him until he begs you to let him come. YES, he's definitely into pegging.

The fact that he has a piercing on his penis and probably on his nipples too, it can add extra fun in sex, since he is very sensitive on those specific spots. Whenever you play with his piercings, expect him to cum within a few minutes. He's also the loudest in the bedroom ;))

Doug Van Housen

Lord have mercy on you if you want to have sex with Doug Van Housen. He's the definition of destruction in sex, and if you're into pain and hard BDSM, then he's the right lover for you.

If you're not officially dating and it's just sex between you two, prepare to be constantly bruised and sore. He will use you as his sex doll, only for his pleasure and won't care much if he hurts you.

He gets turned on by your cries, your pain, your vulnerability, devotion and loyalty towards him, the way you give him the power to control and abuse you. But even then, you won't be able to see his softer side ever if he doesn't have real feelings for you.

If he does have feelings for you somehow, things will be a bit... different. He will be a bit more affectionate (not too much, just kisses and possessive side hugs) and focus more on your pleasure.

He won't stop fucking you until he made you cum several times and you don't have energy to simply get up. He enjoys the exhaustion he causes you, edging you first countless times, which means he did a great job in pleasuring you.

He'll want to mark and carve his initials on your soft skin, just so you know who you belong to and never forget it... as if you would ever forget, but "just in case your silly pussy decides to misbehave its master", he would say.

He's probably the kinkiest and most perverse of them all, and the one with the darkest fantasies too. He sees you only as his property, and won't hesitate to torture anyone who tries to take you away from him. But no one smart enough will challenge him if they have the will to live.

[scrypticmetal]

I know I complain a fuckton about William Afton x reader writers BUT IM GOING FUCKING CRAZY I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

FANFIC WRITERS TRY NOT TO USE ANY OF THESE PROMPTS CHALLENGE IMPOSSIBLE.

[xoxoleaaaaa]

Can we please stop with all this quick terribly written smut and go back with actual plot?? Like OMFG there’s nothing to read anymore is this the downfall of fan fiction???

[spr1ngpvrinbunny]

💄🎀 Sweet, Silly Coquette Moments w/ William Afton - 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎’𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔

(aka: Him = your goth rabbit test subject husband)

💋 Lipstick Tester Chronicles™

You own like… 56 lipsticks. Every shade of pink, cherry red, coral, and even sparkly lavender.

William has now become your official lipstick test dummy.

“Stay still, darling. I’m testing the kiss-resistance of this one.”

You kiss his cheek, lean back dramatically… “Hmph. Not good enough. You’re stained. Again!”

Now his neck and jaw are permanently bruised with kiss marks in various shades. He acts annoyed.

“You’re using me like parchment paper.”

But does he move away? No.

Does he wear a scarf to hide the marks? Also no.

He lowkey likes it. It's your signature on him.

So naturally, you grab William by the collar while he's heading into a meeting with Henry.

You: "Hold still, love—need to make sure this one doesn’t smudge when I kiss you stupid." 💄💋

You plant a glittery red kiss on his cheek. He stares at you, deadpan. Then walks into the office anyway.

Henry: “...Will.” William: “Don’t say it.” Henry: “Is that a lip mark on your forehead?” William: “...I’m being hunted.”

🌸 You Glitterbomb Him Before Important Meetings

“Willy,” you whisper, eyes gleaming, “I think your cheekbones need more sparkle.”

Before he can escape, you swipe glitter highlighter all over his face.

When he goes to meetings with Henry or anyone else, he’s just:

Stone-cold serial killer face... with pink shimmer on his nose and cupid's bow.

The animatronics can sense the glitter. Even Freddy blinks twice.

He pretends not to care, but the moment he gets back to you, he leans down and mutters: “You... absolute menace. I looked like a disco ball.” You kiss his nose. “The cutest disco ball.”

🎨 Full Coquette Makeover Ambushes

Sometimes you just tackle him onto the fainting couch with makeup brushes in hand.

“Your undereyes are criminal, sweetheart. Sit down. Let mama fix that.”

You give him blush, fake lashes, glitter eyeliner—and sometimes tie a bow around his ponytail.

He looks like a villain in drag and mutters under his breath the whole time.

“If the kids see this, I will never recover.”

“Oh hush, you look divine. A little Victorian boy who tells lies.”

🎠 Embarrassing Him in Front of His Kids and Animatronics™

You love calling him pet names like “Honeybun,” “Starlight,” or “My Sparkly Bun-Bun” in front of the Afton kids or animatronics.

Elizabeth is like: “...Dad. Did she just call you Bun-Bun?”

William: ”No. You’re hallucinating.”

Sometimes you leave glittery kiss marks on his cheek on purpose before he enters the dining area.

Freddy: “Mr. Afton, you are… sparkly today.”

He turns to you with a flat expression and mutters: “They’re planning a coup. I can see it in their eyes.”

🐰 His animatronics are suspicious

Freddy: “Sir, you are displaying romantic residue. Shall I initiate cleanup protocol?”

Bonnie: “Heyyy Mr. A, you got some sugar on your collar—wink wink—”

Chica: “Aww, is it your anniversary???”

William: “I am surrounded by traitors.”

If you ever sneak up behind him while he’s in front of employees and tug his coat, whispering:

“Bun-Bun, you forgot your kiss~”

He’ll literally freeze like a haunted Victorian ghost, then growl under his breath:

"You're lucky I love you, you glitter-cursed minx."

And you? Smug, swinging your fox tail, bells jingling with mischief.

💞 You leave pink notes in his files

When his employees go through the safe room logs, there's a note between pages:

“Reminder: Tell William he’s a sparkly little bun-bun and I love him. Also, he looks kissable when he’s mad. xoxo ~Celeste/[Your Name] ♡”

He reads it mid-meeting and just closes the file slowly while his cheeks are burning. Henry’s watching him with suspicious side-eye. “You good?” “No.”

🧵 You Custom-Make Him Embroidered Coquette Clothing

You sew him delicate lace-trimmed gloves that match your aesthetic.

They’re black with little embroidered rabbits, roses, and stitched “W x _” initials.

He acts like it’s overly sentimental nonsense, but he wears them to work.

You once gave him a handmade pink satin bowtie with tiny skulls on it.

“For formal murder occasions,” you told him.

He genuinely choked laughing.

🐇 “Bunny, Hold Still While I Glue Rhinestones on You”

You treat him like your ✨bedazzle Barbie✨.

“Your springlock suit is cute, but it could use... rhinestone teardrops. And a few pearls.”

“You’re not turning me into a coquette show pony.”

“Too late.”

Sometimes you stick little gems under his eyes before a private show/performance night.

He acts grumpy, but backstage? He smirks. “You missed a spot, sweetheart.”

You also insisted on “adding a little flair” to his springlock suit. By the time you were done:

It had ruffled cuffs.

A glittery pocket square.

A little stitched label on the inside that read: “Property of [Your Name] 💘 Touch and perish.”

🌸 You bedazzle his tools

You find his toolbox one day and decide it needs a little pizzazz. Now everything is covered in pastel rhinestones, pink lace, and heart stickers.

The screwdriver is now “Mr. Pointy Love.”

The wrench? Covered in butterfly decals.

His springlock maintenance gloves? 💖 “Kiss the technician” embroidered on the back.

He doesn’t realize until Henry calls from backstage:

Henry: “Will. Why is your crowbar sparkling.” William: "...Ask my beloved demon."

🧁 Mid-performance interruptions

You’re in your Celeste suit, doing your little puppet show for the kids, being all sugar-sweet and cute— Then William walks by.

You completely break character, lean toward the mic, and go:

“There’s my darling sparkle daddy~ Don’t forget date night tonight! If you’re late, I’m smothering you in glitter hugs and kissing you in front of Henry again!”

Cue every employee pausing. William doesn’t even stop walking. Just raises a hand and mutters, "I married chaos."

☕ You Two in Full Vintage Aesthetic Being Weirdly Romantic

You bake pastries in a frilly vintage apron while he reads on the couch, looking like a noir villain.

Then you plop into his lap, covered in flour, and kiss his temple.

He pretends to scowl but hums contentedly under his breath.

Later, you hand-feed him strawberries from porcelain plates while still wearing a heart-shaped apron.

“Your sugar’s showing,” he mumbles as you peck his lips.

“So’s yours,” you reply, smearing a little pink frosting on his nose.

📖 Bonus Scenario: Caught Daydreaming

One day you catch him sketching a version of himself and you in full fursona suits, wearing matching bows and kissing under a heart-shaped arch.

You sneak up behind him.

“WILLIAM AFTON. Are you drawing romantic animatronic fanfiction of us?”

He slams the notebook shut, face flushed like a rose macaron. “NO. IT’S FOR SCIENCE.”

You hold him from behind, giggling. “My little blushing bunny…”

[mushhroooms]

Steve Raglan x Innocent! Fem Reader

daddy issues are going crazy😩

This is a rushed blurb cuz I was so horknee

Huge age gape (reader is in their 20’s he’s in his 40’s-early 50’s) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡

You can’t stop the cry that tears through your throat as Mr. Raglan puts his hand on the back of your neck and pushes your face down onto the desk, your cheek smushed against the smooth wood, drool slips past your lips, your eyes rolled back into your head, and tears brimming on your lash line.

“Oh what’s wrong, Bunny?” He coos from behind you, effortlessly raising your leg to rest up on the desk. Opening you up more for him. “Already cock drunk?”

“M-Mr. Raglan!” You cry out

“Any of your other boyfriends ever make you feel like this?” He leans down, so his chest is against your back.

You shake your head, the tears now slipping from your eyes onto the desk. You’ve never had sex before him, never having the time or the right guy, your hands only did so much. Yet, here you were, your legs spread as you let your boss fuck you, and you were soaked.

“Your such a dirty little girl… letting a old man like me fuck your virgin cunt.”

You don’t care, it feels too fucking good. He knows what he wants, and he’s taking it from you, you’re more than happy to be the one he takes it from. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you up, his hips slapping against your ass as he pounds into you, your nails claw at his forearms wrapped around your neck.

“Fuck. Mr. Raglan!” You cry out, you swear you could feel him in your fucking guts. It’s a beautiful mix of pleasure blossoming with pain. “Are you going to cum? Cum on my cock?”

You nod rapidly, his mouth is right next to your ear, you can hear the dark chuckle he lets out. “Cum for me then. Cum on my cock.” He continues to pound into you, his pace doesn’t relent. You whimper and babble as you feel the tension in your tummy grow, your a wreck. Your hair a mess from him grabbing it, spit covers your lips as you babble and sputter stupidly as your mind blanks with ever slam on his cock into your g-spot. Your cheeks are coated with tears as you feel your brain fog in the most delicious way, you don’t have to worry about anything, he’s got you. Your putty in his hands for him to mold into his shape, his perfect toy.

The coil snaps and a silent cry passes your lips as your walls tremble around his cock, he slows his pace, as much as he may not want to. He knows this is your first time, if he keeps fucking him you’ll tap out to fast, and he wants to take his time wrecking you, he settles with a slow almost passionate pace,. You sob softly, and unwraps his arms from your neck. “How do you feel, sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Mr. Raglann…” You babble out and in turn he chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He grips your chin, tilting your head back to look at him.

“Look at you, so messy… such a messy little girl.” He hums, his thumb wiping away some of the spit dribbed on your chin. “My messy little girl, right?”

You nod dumbly “Only, yours…” You nearly slur out, the praise and degradation makes the fog even thicker, and its the most blissful feeling you’ve ever felt.

“You just want to be my girl, don’t you? Not have to worry about anything besides me taking care of you?” He coos, his thumb stroking your cheek. 

“I hope you can take more, my little doll… I still haven’t cum yet.”

[smittenbunnie]

Yandere William Afton (movie) concept ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

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CW : obsessive behavior, manipulation, isolation, attempted murder, murder, stalking, major age-gap, love bombing, kidnapping, forced relationship (hinted), one sided love gn reader

Word count: 1.4k+

Note: First post so if the formatting it weird I apologize! Still learning haha. I am working with what we do have from the first movie and I will revisit this after December! Pure self indulgence here!

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After his wife left William never planned on finding someone else to love. With raising a daughter as a single father and his business he was far to busy to think about it.

Honestly he could care less for it, not like it was an emotion he could feel outside of the love for his daughter. William found it rather repulsive and to time consuming.

So when he met you his whole world felt like it had been flipped upside down.

You're a new employee when you caught his eye.

William would be quick to introduce himself as the co-owner of Freddy's. He would do his best to be professional about it, he was your boss after all.

But it was hard to do as he just couldn't stop watching you. He was just making sure no customers caused any problems for you, that's what he told himself. Just being a good boss.

He would frequently ask you to do small little tasks to try and keep you in the building just a bit longer. The man just enjoyed seeing you work so hard. Even asking how the day was when he was stuck in the office and unable to be around you.

Often he would invade your personal space just a little, his hand on your shoulder a few seconds longer than it should be. Gripping you just a tad to tight. Or adjusting your tie and nametag always saying it was to make sure the place looked friendly and inviting.

He first noticed his feelings when he was talking to a customer just to look over and see one of your male coworkers standing to close for his liking.

The man had the audacity to move some of your hair out of your face as he laughed. It felt like his heart was suddenly being squeezed tightly in his chest and he did not like that at all.

It was strange to him, this was new. His chest felt far to tight for his liking and it felt like he had tunnel vision.

The moment he could William would force his way into the conversation and make a task on the spot for the employee to go do immediately. With a satisfied smile he would turn to you and start up a conversation about one of your interests to keep your attention on you.

The coworker would suddenly be avoiding you if he could. Actually many of your coworkers would slowly start to avoid you.

‎~

The longer he spent around you the stronger the feeling got as you consumed his every thought. He would throw himself into working on the animatronics to try and shake it from his thoughts. It will go away, just ignore it.

But anytime he was away from you he felt.... lonely. No that can't be right. He doesn't need a companion.

Soon he started showing up at other places you frequented. Book stores, Coffee shops, Malls, etc.

He just had to see you that's all. Then he could go home and relax. But he would catch himself walking over without thinking and plays it off as a coincidence! What a surprise he would find you here!

Late at night he would park his car across from your house to make sure you made it home safely. You never said anything about it to him so you must be perfectly fine with it!

He soon started a small collection of pictures as you went on about your day. There were a few from work always making them with other employees just to seem like it was decorations for his office. The pictures were his most prized possession.

~

Small gifts would end up on your doorstep no matter the price. William had the money to spare, he did come from a wealthy family and his business helped. He would always make sure the nicer items came around holidays or your birthday. Splurging on jewelry as a way to mark you as his even if only he knew it.

Most items never had a name but there was a sweet note inside. Hearing you talk about the new item always made him swell with pride.

As he was out stalking checking on you from a distance he noticed someone else tagging along. They don't belong by your side, he does.

The closeness, the laughter, the touching. It drove him mad. Gritting his teeth he had to force himself to walk away. He doesn't want to scare his darling.

His jealousy and anger would get the better of him. Someone was trying to come between him and his darling. He had to intervene somehow.

The one thing William kept hidden was the fact he had murdered before. It was just seen as rumor between the staff as kids did go missing years before you worked at Freddy's. And seeing that person with you made that old itch come crawling back with a vengeance.

His attention quickly turned to handling this little problem.

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William did anything to find information on your friend, something he could blackmail them with or use to place a wedge between the two of you. If he couldn't then he went the violent route. He cant risk his darling being taken away.

Breaking into their house he would hunt them down and corner them. A stab or two should do the trick, he made sure to avoid any vital organs and didn't go to deep. Just seeing them trembling and bleeding was enough to satisfy him.

I see him not full on killing the person at first, he wanted to scare them. To put it into their head to stay away. Though he knows they would go crying to his darling.

When you ask him if he tried to kill your friend he would immediately act offended. "What on earth makes you think I would do that? You really think of me as a killer?"

He would lay on the guilt tripping hard. Even forcing tears to make you apologize. The guilt in your eyes thrilled him.

William would hold your accusation over your head. Claiming he needed to re-earn your trust and making you avoid your friend.

You were spending more time with him! Oh how happy he was! He would even take you to get coffee or lunch like it was a date. Shopping or a movie anything to keep you right against his side.

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But then you would suddenly started to pull away, you avoided his company. When he tried to hug you one day you smacked his hand away. His smile never fell faster than in that moment. He saw the anger in your eyes. What happened? It was going so good!

That horrible person you must have gotten into your head. They must be forcing you to be around them.

You said you were quitting, that you found a new job. No that cant be happening. William would be quick to offer a raise, to match their pay or benefits. He seemed flustered and panicked by the thought of his darling leaving him.

But you stood firm on your stance.

He couldn't have that now can he? He couldn't handle the thought of them pulling you away from him. Or you leaving the company. Something in him just... snapped.

Next thing you knew he shoved you into the back seat of his car bound and gagged as the real monster under the surface came out. William looked disappointed as he slammed the door shut, almost showing a hint of heartbreak. He didn't want it to come to this.

The silence of the drive only made your dread grow. What was he going to do to you? Where were you going? They way he looked back at you with a glare made your heart pound loudly in your ears.

He made sure the windows and door to his bedroom were locked up tight. This is your new home now he made that very clear as he dragged you inside.

Leaving you alone you could only guess what he was doing after making a comment about handling an issue.

Returning hours later he found you trying to force a window open in an attempt to escape. Grabbing you by the back of your shirt you were quickly shoved onto the bed. Blood stained his shirt and hands.

Where did the blood come from? What did he do? He killed someone, the though made your stomach churn and a dry heave left your mouth.

Wet hands gripped you by the chin as he forced eye contact. His icy blue eyes swirled with love and a darker look you couldn't quite put the name to.

"I'm sorry love but you forced my hand. I couldn't risk loosing you to anyone. You understand, right?"

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[wh0rephobic]

DIRTY LAUNDRY.

warnings: smut with plot, fingering, degradation, praise, cheating, vaginal sex, mild exhibitionism, NSFW, MDNI

summary: you’re pulled away for a quickie at your boss’s house

pairing: william afton x f!reader (you/yours)

count: 1.1k

It’s dirty. The way he’s able to lie with such ease, without even flinching. You often wonder what else he could lie about, what there is that he isn’t telling you, but the words he whispers to you are etched into your skull.

It’s disgusting how he pulls you away at the perfect moment. No one ever notices when the two of you disappear, when he sneaks you lingering looks across the room or lustrous touches under the table. He knows exactly how to pull you apart to pieces, especially when he gets to take in the jealous, scared look on your face when he wraps an arm around his wife. He loves watching you drive yourself crazy over him, you hate him for it.

It’s invigorating.

You love the way you’re sworn to secrecy. One word, one small neglected detail, one minor characteristic out of place, and his whole life would be over.

His lengthy fingers dig into the fat of your hips, sure to leave mulberry impressions by tomorrow morning. He ruts his hard dick between your thighs, letting it pet against your wet pussy as you push back into him, hands falling forward to catch your weight on the washing machine.

“William…” you exhale, feeling his tip catch the perfect angle on your sensitive nerves. You clench onto nothing.

He kisses down your neck, hands ghosting over your skin as one snakes in front of you to rub your clit. You roll your head back into his shoulder, craning your neck and exposing him to more surface area. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely heard over the commotion outside of the locked washroom door.

“Look at you.” He muses, rubbing circles with skilled fingers and watching eagerly as your jaw falls open. “You fall apart so easily for me, don’t you?”

Your jeans pull tight around your skin where they’re pulled down to your thighs. William’s touch sends lightning strikes through your skin. Your body needs him, and you know he needs yours, too by the way his tip is leaking onto your thigh.

He reaches down further, gliding his fingers through your slick before plunging them deep into your wet cunt. You shudder, and a desperate moan falls out of your mouth. He can’t help but grin against your neck when you squeeze around him. He rips a groan from your throat as he twists his fingers perfectly, just how you like. William rubs carefully over the soft spot inside of you before increasing his pace tenfold, essentially digging at your walls. He loves to see how far he can push you.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you, “you’ll take whatever I give you, huh?”

His words are sinister, and the presence of him against you begins to cloud your head. Your eyes roll shut, jaw slack as hot pants fill the closet. You’re the only one who could turn him on like this.

“Mhm…” you hum, biting your lip.

Your legs begin to shake under you as a wave of heat rolls through you, taking you closer to your looming orgasm.

“Yeah, you’d even let me fuck you right here, right now, wouldn’t you?” His fingers speed up. “Yeah, is that what you want? Say it.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, body tingling from the sensation as you unclench your jaw and start to beg, “please, please fuck me…”

Oh, he could never say no to you. Especially not when you’re being so good for him, letting him touch you all over in the sanctuary you two have made of his laundry room, begging so sweetly for his cock.

He pulls his fingers out of you without anymore hesitation, pulling his pants down further and letting his belt hit the floor. When they pool around his ankles he’s left clad in an unbuttoned shirt that hangs off of his shoulders. You arch your back forward, exposing your pussy to him from behind. As he rolls your top up, you can’t resist looking back at him over your shoulder, watching his eyebrows knit in concentration as he lines up his hard length with your slit. Without warning, he drives into you, making you jump as his thick cock stretches out your swollen walls. You hiss at the feeling, letting out a deep moan absentmindedly as he settles snug, all the way inside of you.

Your volume startles him, and William takes a second to reach over you and start the dryer, letting the rattling sound cover up your helpless cries, sure that nobody else will be able to hear you but him. You’re all his.

He then uses the same hand to get a firm grip on your hair, entangling his fingers before pushing your head down flush with the machine. He resumes his thrusts, rapid and unforgiving, and you lay there with no other choice but to let him use you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes watch the door, unable to look away even if his hand wasn’t pinning you in place. You stare at the golden lock, twisted shut to not let anybody catch you in this compromising position, with William rutting his length so deep into you you can’t breathe, you feel him in your lungs.

He’s everywhere. On your skin, in your head, in your lungs… You let him reduce you to his slut, molding your pussy to his dick, ruining you so that no one else could ever make you feel as fervent as him. It’s downright unlawful.

Maybe he wants you to look at the door. Maybe he wants your eyes to trail down to where the hallway light leaks in from underneath, watching shadows of footsteps pass back and forth just inches away from you. It’s so wrong, and you should know better.

But William should know better, too. His wife is out there, the woman who he married, who birthed his kids, who loves him… but he could never love her as much as he loves to fuck you. To feel your young and eager body against his, milking his cock for all he’s got, crying out for him as you drag your nails down his back. The thought of you keeps him up at night more than he cares to admit.

“William, oh-! William!” filling his ears as he buries himself deep in your cunt, strings of white painting your insides.

He almost wishes he’d accidentally left the door unlocked.

He almost wishes she’d walk in on you.

He almost wishes she knew.

[ruh--roh-raggy]

This (William Afton x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Hello! Wow, I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that big of a response on my first fic so thank all of you so much!! I've got brain rot real bad about this man, so expect a lot of fics for him. Now, onto the fun part. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ FIC AHEAD, MDNI, age gap (reader is in college, William is in his 40's/50's), jealous William, hinted that he killed your terrible coworker if you squint, thigh riding, unprotected sex, pnv sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, some spanking but it's nothing too intense, size difference (I just love me a big man what can I say?), cock warming, Reader is 5'0/152cm because that's how tall I am, whoops) dom William, slight degradation, definite praise, pining, domestic!William, OOC William, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, use of pet names sweetheart, honey, pretty little thing, bunny (I think that's everything, please let me know if I forgot any tags!)

Word count: 8,058

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You tapped softly on your boss’s half open door. You heard him finish up a phone call, the receiver clicking as he hung up. “Come on in.” He calls cheerfully. You push open the door, his gaze softening as it landed on you.

“Mr. Afton, can I talk to you really quick?” You ask nervously, anxiously tracing over the cold brass doorknob with your finger.

“Of course you can. Shut the door, come on in.” You do as he says, you swallow thickly as the door clicks shut behind you. You sat in one of the stiff pizzaria chairs he had at his desk, the once vibrant clumps of geometric shapes beginning to fade with age. “What can I do for you sweetheart?” He folds his hands in front of him as he shoots you a small smile. You always found yourself growing flustered under his gaze, your eyes darted to the nameplate that sat on his desk, tracing over the neat gold letters as you tried to steady your pounding heart.

“I was just wondering if you could stop scheduling me with Kyle?” You mutter, cursing internally at how stupid your request sounded.

“What happened? He didn't hurt you, did he?” The sudden flash of anger in his voice was unmistakable.

“No, nothing like that. It just feels like he always goes out of his way to give me the worst jobs. A kid throws up in the ball pit, I have to clean it up. A parent gets too drunk and trashes a table, I'm the one on my hands and knees making sure there's no fragments of glass still stuck in the carpet. I know this probably sounds ridiculous, I'm not trying to start problems-”

“(Y/N).” His gentle tone makes you freeze. Your eyes drift up to meet his. He reaches across his desk, holding his hand out for you. You tentatively slip your hand into his, your breath shaky as you watch him trail his thumb over your knuckles. His skin was so warm, you looked so small and delicate compared to him. “I'll deal with Kyle, okay? You're too pretty to be doing those jobs anyways.” You can't help but blush as he winks at you. He stands up, his height allowing him to tower over you as he walks you to the door, his hand on the small of your back. “Have a good night sweetheart, I'll see you tomorrow.” He smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, Mr. Afton.” You smile coyly at him as you turn to leave. He leans against the door way, his arms crossing over his chest as he scans over the pizzeria.

“Kyle!” He barks. “Come see me at the end of your shift bud, we need to have a little chat.” You couldn't keep the smile off your face as you pushed out of the building.

When you came back the next day you expected to see Kyle seething with rage over whatever punishment Mr. Afton had dished out, but he was nowhere to be found. You wandered back towards your boss’ office, wanting to let him know you had arrived to start opening. “There's my favorite girl.” He grins as you poke your head through the doorway. “Come sit, I took care of opening prep, you relax.” He nods in the direction of one of the chairs across from him. He never takes his eyes off of you as you sit rigidly in the seat. “You look tired, would you like some coffee?”

“Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself.” He attempts to wave you off, both of your actions cut short by the sound of your stomach rumbling. “Excuse me.” You look away awkwardly.

“I guess something a little more substantial than coffee is in order here.” He stands, motioning for you to follow him. You trail behind him as he leads you into the kitchen, the smell of the greasy premade pepperoni pizza baking in the oven practically making your mouth water. He grabs the wooden peel, expertly flicking the pizza onto it and retrieving it from the industrial sized oven. “So you haven't eaten and you look exhausted.” You cringed slightly as you waited for him to chastise you, knowing how bad it looked that you weren't showing up to your job with your best foot forward. He sets the pizza on a metal tray, leaving it to cool as his focus directs itself onto you. He takes a few long, agonizingly slow strides towards you. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You found yourself immediately growing flustered at the sound of the familiar pet name. Mr. Afton had been using the endearment since you had started, yet hearing it roll so effortlessly off of his tongue never failed to make your cheeks grow warm and arousal to pool between your legs.

“Yeah, it's stupid.” You try to brush your earlier problems of the day away, not wanting to bring attention to what you believed would come off as a childish reason to be upset. Seeing the concerned looks in your boss’ eyes prompted you to continue. “I got into a fight with my roommate today and I ran out of time to eat because we were arguing. I'm sorry-”

“Sweetheart, you don't have to apologize.” A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice. “I'm worried, not upset.” His shoes enter your line of sight, which was currently trained on the floor, as he steps in front of you. A set of warm fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek, pushing back a stray tendril of hair that had fallen out of your messy attempt at tying it back. You slowly meet his hazy green eyes, a patient smile adorning his lips as he waits for his words to settle. You gave him a small nod in response. You walk out onto the main floor of the pizzeria, the eyes of the four life sized animatronics seeming to follow your every move. Although you had grown used to the sight of the vibrantly colored animals, there was something about them that still unnerved you. “Who's your favorite?” You jump slightly when Mr. Afton suddenly speaks up. You breathe out a laugh as you turn to face him.

“Bonnie,” his face lights up at your immediate answer, “I've always liked rabbits.” You join him in the small booth, he eyes you carefully as he serves you a piece of pizza on a napkin. “Thank you for the pizza, Mr. Afton.”

“William.” He corrects with a small smile. “There's no need to be so stiff outside of work hours, doll.”

You can't help but giggle at his playful tone. “Well, thank you for the pizza, William.” He straightens up slightly at the sound of you saying his name. You were honestly a bit surprised to say that you were having a good time. William was charismatic, funny, a little awkward but in a way that came off as endearing. You stood side by side with him in the kitchen, working in tandem to clean up the dishes you made from your impromptu lunch date. You kept finding your eyes drifting over to him, the sight of his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his muscular forearms flexing as he twisted a rag inside of a cup. You swallowed thickly, quickly tearing your eyes away from him and back to the metal pizza pan.

“Right behind you, sweetheart.” William groans as he reaches around you to grab a dry rag. Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned into you. You feel his arm brush against your back and you dared to look over at him considering that you might never get the chance to be so close to him again, your little secret crush on your boss refused to let you miss that opportunity. You let out a small, startled squeak as you found him already looking at you. Everything about him seemed to only drag you in deeper as you got caught up in his gaze. The deep, musky smell of his cologne, his mossy green eyes holding you firmly in place. His arm wraps around your waist, your hands flying to his chest as he pulls you into him, his lips crashing against yours. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what was happening to your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of being pressed tightly to him seeping into you as you let yourself give in to what you truly wanted. Your hands slid over the soft fabric of his shirt, your fingers just barely grazing over his collar to pull him closer when the main door to the pizzeria slammed open and the excited voices of your coworkers filed in. You startled apart, Williams eyes immediately averting to the floor as a look of shame rapidly spreads across his features. He mutters out a hurried apology as he pushes past you, through the kitchen doors, and directly into his office. You saw your friend Ashley jump as the door slammed behind him, eventually seeing you standing alone in the kitchen as your face dropped into your hands. You had no reason to be but you felt embarrassed. Your whole face burned as the moment replayed itself over and over in your head.

“What the hell was all of that?” Ashley exclaims in a hushed tone as she enters the kitchen.

“Nothing!” You turn to the sink, pretending to wash your hands as an excuse to not have to look at her. “Mr. Afton had an important call to take.” She eyes you curiously, knowing you weren't being honest with her. You felt sweat begin to bead at your temple under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” She huffs playfully as she crosses her arms over her chest. She quickly closes the gap in between you, “but if you're fucking the boss and you're not telling me I'm going to be so mad.” You knew it was a joke but you were still a bit on edge from the earlier ordeal.

“Keep your voice down!” You snap, quickly looking over at his office door to see that it was, thankfully, still shut. She gasps, your nervous body language giving you away.

“Tell me everything.” She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing your attention back on her. “Is he good? Is he… y'know?” Her eyes flashing down to your crotch and back up. “Is he big?”

“Ashley!” You attempt to shush her again. “I'm not sleeping with Will-Mr. Afton.” You hurried to try and correct yourself, but your little slip up only added more fuel to the fire.

“Were you about to call him William?” She grills you, a wide, excited smile taking over her face. “Do you guys have pet names for each other? I hear him call you sweetheart all the time but I thought that was just because you're his favor-” You clamp a hand over her mouth, it was the only way you could think of to get her quiet.

“Just hang on,” you wait to see if she was actually done talking before pulling your hand away. “I came in early to open. I was supposed to be working with Kyle but he never showed. I think Mr. Afton might have fired him.”

“Did you finally go talk to him about that creep?” She asks as she leans up against the counter. You nod in response, “good, he was making your life a living hell here. Continue…” she prompts with a wave of her hand.

“I walk over to his office just to let him know that I'm here and he tells me that everything's already done-that’s not the important part.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself before telling her what had gotten you so frazzled. “He was helping me clean some dishes and he reached around me for the towel, so what was I supposed to do? Not look?” Ashley chuckles, being the one person who knew about your crush she understood how impossible that would have been for you. “I looked over at him and he was already looking at me and then he kissed me and then you guys came in-”

“Hold on. Pause.” She holds up her hands to get you to halt your recap. “He kissed you?” You nod, but before you had time to continue one of your coworkers kicked open the double doors to the kitchen.

“Alright ladies, I hate to interrupt, but I got some pizza to make.” He groans through his forced smile.

“We’ll talk about this later.” She whispers hurriedly as she ties her apron around her waist. You nod, copying her motions as you prepare to open for the day. Throughout your shift you kept thinking about the kiss. Did it mean something or was it just an impulse? Did William somehow know about your crush on him? You stood at the side of the pizzeria, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you watched him take a picture with an excited child. You found your mind wandering again, the delighted scream, pings, and whirrs of the room around you seemed to almost fade away. You could still feel his arm wrapped around your waist, how strong his broad chest was under the palms of your hands. You snapped yourself from your daydream, the glowing white eyes of the Spring Bonnie suit studying you carefully. You straightened up, hurrying off to the kitchen so you wouldn't be seen slacking. By the end of the night you had just about driven yourself crazy with questions. Questions you were determined to get answers to. You said goodbye to your coworkers, promising Ashley that you would catch her up when you were able to. You walk up to your boss’ door, a determined look etched into your features. You raised your fist, freezing just before knocking. Why was this so hard? He kissed you! If anything you should be furious! He had completely ambushed you out of nowhere and you had spent the whole day walking around in a fog because of it. But, part of you was worried about what his answer might be. It was easy to hide your feelings from him up until now; glances that lasted a little too long, walking a little too close to him so your fingers could brush his, it could all be passed off as if it were nothing. Now, you were standing in front of his door ready to charge in there to demand an explanation for the kiss not because you were upset with him… but because you were hopeful about what the implications of what that kiss could mean. Before you had the chance to decide for yourself what you were going to do the door opened. William froze at the sight of you standing on the other side. He sighs, raking a hand through his already messy hair.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry about earlier, I don't know what came over me.” Your heart cracked slightly at his apology. So, it really was just an impulse. “Can we… Can we talk about this? I think it might be better for both of us to get it all out in the open.” You were struggling to fight against the tears blurring your vision.

“I think I'm just going to go home, Mr. Afton.” You grimaced at the sound of your voice shaking.

“Sweetheart, I can't let you drive like that.” He carefully wipes away a tear that had slipped onto your cheek. Your lip quivered at the sound of his pet name for you, a soft sob breaking free from your chest as you couldn't hold back your tears any longer. William quickly pulls you into his arms, letting you hide against him. “That's it, let it out.” He says as he soothingly rubs your back. Your arms finally slid around his torso, he rocked you back and forth slightly as he waited for you to calm down. You sniffle as you pull back from him, his warm hand cupping your cheek. “You're even pretty when you cry.” He muses. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. You allow him to wipe away any remaining trails of tears, realizing after avoiding each other all day that you missed being close to him.

“William,” your voice was a hoarse croak as you spoke. You place a hand over the one he has resting on your cheek. “I want to kiss you again… please.” His eyes widened slightly at the request. But, once he let your words sink in, he wasted no time granting your request. You stumbled back slightly as he kissed you passionately. You grab onto his collar, keeping him flush against you as you reveled in the sensation. One of his hands slaps haphazardly against the doorway as he guides the two of you inside, roughly kicking the door shut before slamming your back against it. He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head in one swift movement. You whimpered softly as he pulled away from you, despite your desperate need to breathe you felt like you would die without his lips on yours. You had to look almost straight up in order to meet his eyes, a wild and hungry look dominating his gaze. He breathes out a chuckle at the sight of you, the look you gave him so full of need it nearly brought him to his knees.

“Such a pretty little thing you are, sweetheart.” He slowly swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the flesh tender and swollen for the one mind numbing kiss he had granted you. “I can't tell you how long I've wanted you.” You whine as you feel his leg push in between your own. You were forced up onto your toes, struggling to contain the soft moan that bubbles up in your throat at the delicious pressure against your clit.

“Enlighten me.” You challenge, earning a deep, rumbling laugh from him.

“Surely, you must've known.” His head dips into the crook of your neck, biting you hard enough that you knew he would leave a mark behind. “I see you everyday; the way those tight little jeans mold to your ass, how your shirt is always pulled down just low enough to tease me…” you see the briefest look of jealousy flash through his eyes. “How those immature, snotty little college boys are constantly throwing themselves at you.” He pushes into you, his lips staying just out of reach as he keeps you pinned in place. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, he smirked as he felt you squirming against his thigh. “What's the matter sweetheart?” He asks sardonically. You were having trouble thinking straight. Every time you let your full weight sink into him it only made you need his touch more, his hot breath fanning over your lips made your whole body ache for him. “I think you know that no one could take care of you like I could, don't you?” You nod in response, your breathing growing noticeably quicker as he questioned you. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his dull green eyes searching your features for any sign of hesitation. “Well then how about I give you a night you'll never forget?” He smiles sharply at you.

In one sweep of his arm his entire desk is cleared off. Paperclips scatter across the floor alongside papers and whatever other trinkets decorated the wood surface. He grabs your hips and pulls you roughly to him, his lips ferociously meeting yours in a kiss that knocked all the air from your lungs. Your initial fight for dominance over the kiss was very short lived. If anything, William found your defiance rather cute. He growls against your lips, a sound that has your knees threatening to buckle. His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, groaning as he gives it a firm squeeze. You squeak as he easily lifts you from the floor, guiding your legs around his waist as he sets you on his desk. He fumbles blindly with the button of your jeans, eventually being able to start working then down your legs. “I can't wait to fucking ruin you.” He presses a hand flat against your chest, pushing you back onto his desk. You struggle not to blush, turning away from him so he hopefully wouldn't notice. Your fingernails dig into wood as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Such a cute little bunny.” He smirks. “Already so wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet.” He takes your chin between his fingers, turning you to look at him. “Look at me sweetheart, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I fuck you senseless.” His hand dips under the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand roaming your bare torso as you lay compliantly before him. He roughly grabs your jaw, watching your expression carefully as he eases his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace. A strangled gasp breaks free from your throat as his digits bottom out in you, your gummy walls clenching around them.

He chuckles as you roll your hips, searching desperately for any type of relief. He begins to rock his fingers inside of you in time with your movements, taking his time to fully stretch you out in preparation for what was to come. As he gradually increased his pace the louder your moans became. You gripped tightly onto the arm that had moved from your jaw to the desk next to your head, your nails digging little crescent divots into his skin. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” He looks over you, drinking in the way your body writhed from his touch.

“William.” You whimper his name.

“What is it, bunny?” He coos. “What does my needy girl want, hm?”

“Want… want to touch you.” Your words came out slurred as you fought through your moans and the mind numbing pleasure he was inflicting on you.

He tuts at your demand, giving you a disappointed pout. “Poor thing, you want to touch me?” You nod furiously. He fingers thread into your hair, giving the strands a rough tug to ensure that your eyes are on his. “Ask nicely and maybe I'll let you.”

“Please.” Your wide innocent eyes pricked with tears as you gazed up at him longingly. He hummed, pondering over your pathetic state as he continued to slowly rock his fingers inside of you. “William, please, please let me touch you. I want… I need you.” Your begging came cracking out in a sob, tears sliding down your face as you grew more desperate to get your hands on him. William chuckles at the sight of you.

“Such a needy little thing” He smirks. He lets the request hang in the air for a moment, the only sound filling the room was the squelching of your arousal in his hand as he fingered you. His lips land on your pulse, causing you to shiver. He takes your wrist in his massive hand, guiding it to the top button of his dress shirt, giving you permission to start undressing him. Your fingers shook as you worked at the fastenings, Williams pace never slowing making it difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Your struggling was going to be well rewarded. Once you had undone the final button on his shirt, William grabbed you roughly by the collar, hauling you to a sitting position so you were now sitting face to face with him. You whined at the sudden emptiness of him removing his fingers, but your annoyance was short lived. You pushed the dress shirt from his shoulders, William making quick work of discarding his undershirt into an empty chair in the room. You just about drooled at the sight of him. His broad shoulders and strong arms from years of working on machines in his shop flexed and shifted under the dim office lighting. You couldn't tear your eyes off of him as he started loosening his belt. You blush as he chuckles, realizing you had been caught staring. “Like something you see, sweetheart?” He asks in an amused tone. He prowls over to you, the buckle of his belt jangling as it hangs limply as his side, his pants falling low on his hips.

You bite your lip, reaching out for him once he’s close enough. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers threading into his hair as his lips crash into yours. You run a hand over his chest, the thick carpet of coarse hair tickling your palm. In one swift movement your shirt is pushed over your head, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fall back into place after the disruption. William admired the soft lace that complimented your skin. His hands slide over your waist and up your back until he reaches the clasp of your bra. He fumbles with it a few times until the tension of the elastic finally relaxes. He takes his time removing your final article of clothing. The straps are eased off your shoulders one at a time, his beard ticking your bare skin as he places delicate kisses anywhere he could reach. Goosebumps spread across your chest as the fabric is finally fully removed, William’s eyes drifting down to get a full view of your perfect form. He lets out a primal growl at the sight before his lips latch into yours again. His fingers dig into your hips, dragging you to the very edge of his desk in order to line his cock up with your entrance. You moan into his mouth as he sheathes himself full inside you in one hard thrust. Your breath comes out in long, shaky exhales as you struggle to adjust to his size. Even with the prep from his fingers he still stretches you to a point that makes you feel like you're about to rip in half. William was a lot bigger and thicker than any guy you had been with previously. You already felt drunk just from the sensation of him bottoming out in you. “Eyes on me, bunny.” He whispers in a gentle tone. Your eyes flutter open, you hadn't realized you had even shut them to begin with, meeting his hazy green ones. You cry out as he gives you a single sharp thrust, a mixture of pain and pleasure burning white hot through your body as you struggle to take all of him. He lets out a satisfied hum as he studies your fucked out expression. “Already cock drunk, hm?” He chuckles, resting his forehead against yours to keep your attention on him. With every snap of his hips it brought you closer and closer to your climax, your moans impossibly loud in the small, cramped office. “You wanted this all along, didn't you sweetheart? You knew those stupid little boys could never make you feel like this.” He snarls. “Now, here you are, about to cum on my cock.” Drool had started to leak out of the corner of your mouth as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. He dips a hand between your legs, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“William!” You moan out his name, his free arm wrapping securely around you to hold you tightly against him.

“Such a dirty girl, fucking someone nearly twice your age.” He chuckles cruelly, his eyes darken as they meet yours through your haze. “Pathetic.” Degrading you like that seemed to unleash something primal in him. His thrusts somehow managed to get faster and more brutal. You screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, desperately crying out his name as you clawed against his back. His hands wrap under your thighs, lifting you from the desk slightly in order to get better leverage. “Fuck.” He groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he approaches his end. He kisses you hard as he finishes, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You both stayed locked in your embrace for a moment, waiting for your breathing to calm down. You wince as he pulls out of you, a slight sting as your absurd cunt attempts to clamp around nothing. He looks around the room for something to clean you up with, deciding on his shirt when nothing else seemed plausible. He gingerly reaches in between your legs, a softness and hesitancy you didn't expect after the evenings most recent events. You let out a soft hiss at the slight bit of pain you felt as he cleaned you up. He soothingly caresses your thigh with his free hands, shooting you an apologetic look from his position situated in between your legs. You studied him for a moment, his gaze distant, and hazy as it trailed to the floor.

“William.” Your soft voice drifted over his ears, bringing his attention back to you. You adjusted your position so you could sit up. “Come here.” He stands, even sitting on his desk he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his soft stomach. You trail your hands over his back, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

“I’m sorry if I took things too far-”

“You didn’t.” His gruff voice was cut off with your quiet reassurance. “You were amazing.” You give him a coy smile before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. A small smile breaks out on his face as he chuckles at your glimmering expression.

“Come on bunny, let’s get you dressed.” He combs his fingers through your hair, “although I will never get tired of looking at your beautiful body.” He winks causing you to blush, you lightly slap his chest. He places a kiss on your forehead before collecting your clothes. You feel eyes on you as you’re getting dressed, you can’t help but smirk when you look over your shoulder so see William staring at your ass. You make a show of stepping into your panties, adjusting them so they are perfectly in place before shimmying into your jeans. William was practically drooling as he watched your supple flesh jiggle as you worked yourself into the tight clothing. You place one final kiss to his burly chest before he slips his undershirt back over his head. He trails a finger over your jaw. “I was hoping we could make this a more than one time thing… Maybe I can take you out to dinner after work some night?” He asks with a charming, lopsided smile.

“I’d really like that William.” You push yourself up on your toes, having him meet you halfway to place a chaste kiss to your lips. “Goodnight.” You whisper with a smile.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes out a laugh as you both slowly pull away. You grab your jacket and bag from the employee locker room, giving William one small wave as you pass by his office on your way out. You fell into your driver seat with a groan, sticking your keys in the ignition, your heart still pounding in your chest. You turned the key expecting your engine to rumble to life, but your car refused to start. You tried again and again, falling against the steering wheel with an aggravated sigh. You kicked open the door and trudged back inside. William gave you a confused look as you walked back up to his door. “Everything alright?”

You grew embarrassed over the fact you had to ask. You never had anyone who was able to teach you about cars, you wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to find the problem yourself. “My car won’t start. I hate to ask, but could you come look at it?”

“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of it.” Your heart flutters in your chest at him taking charge of the situation. You definitely could get used to having him around, there was something about his unwavering confidence that made you long for him even more. You follow him back outside, watching him carefully as he examines your engine, a massive black flashlight held tightly in his hand. “I see the problem.” He groans as he reaches to point something out to you. “You need a new timing belt.” He points out the problem, excitedly going through the mechanics as you listened attentively. “You can leave your car here, I’ll pick you up a new one tomorrow.” He stuffs his hand in his pocket. He twirls his keys around his pointer finger. “Let me just go lock the door and I’ll drive you home.” You nod, growing giddy over the fact you would get to spend more time with him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you around back to his car. You slide stiffly into his passenger seat. The inside of his car was pristine, some vintage model muscle car you didn’t know the name of. William’s hand envelops your thigh as he drives, ever so often giving the soft skin a gentle squeeze as you direct him to your off campus apartment. You lived in the not so great part of town, even outside of Hurricane standards. Shootings, stabbings, human trafficking, all of it had happened somewhere in your neighborhood. You noticed William’s expression grow more concerned as you drove. You eventually pulled up in front of your building, a rickety looking triple decker that looked like it would collapse from a slightly too strong gust of wind.

“Well this is me.” You state softly with a slight shrug of your shoulders. William sighed as he stared up at your building.

“You live here by yourself?” He glances at you in the passenger seat as he asks. You nod in response. “Bunny, would you like to come spend the night at my house. It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be by herself out here.”

“Spend the night with you?” You repeat his request back to him, he nods slowly, worried he crossed a line. “If you’re offering, I'm definitely not going to say no.” You lean across the cab of the car, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The drive back to his house was spent mostly in silence, every so often his hand would drift from your thigh to bringing your knuckles to his lips. You left the main part of town, the houses you passed becoming few and far between as the sides of the road were taken over by tall fir trees. You pulled up in front of a cozy looking house, the outside paint faded from years of abuse from the harsh Utah weather.

“Home sweet home.” Me mumbles with a lopsided grin. You trail closely behind him as you walk up to the door, jumping at every snapping twig and animal scurrying through the brush. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe.” He smiles down at you, keeping you tucked into his side as he unlocks the door. He gently nudges you inside first, following closely behind you. The second the door clicks shut William’s lips are on yours again, a flustered sigh escaping you as you melted into him. “I’m going to get dinner started.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Would you like some help?” He nods, motioning for you to follow him to the kitchen.

“I would love some.” He grins at you. The two of you worked side by side to prepare dinner, every so often you would catch William stealing glances at you out of the corner of your eye. “Honey.” He suddenly speaks up, you turn to face him only for him to pull you into a kiss. “You just sit here and look pretty, I’ll finish this up.” His large hands wrap around your waist, he lifts you from the floor and sets you on the counter with ease. He hums as he works beside you, easily recreating his recipe from memory. Always keeping you on your toes, he was making homemade tomato soup and grilled cheese. He takes quick pauses, caging you in between his arms on the counter as he gives you rushed kisses that leave your head spinning. He holds out his hand for you, a gesture you gladly accept. He helps you down from the counter, balancing your plates and bowls on his arm. You sit across from each other at the small dining room table. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole like this?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Unfortunately this shit hole has one of the best colleges in the state.” You respond with a laugh of your own.

“What’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering.” You respond the moment he finishes his question. He looked very perplexed by your answer.

“What made you want to take that up?” He leaned forward, completely focused on you alone.

“Well, honestly, you did.” You blush a bit as you respond. “The animatronics you make are phenomenal. I hope one day I can be half as talented as you are.” He looks away bashfully, not used to such direct flattery.

“Maybe I can have you help out in the workshop sometime.” He offers with an excited glint in his eyes.

“If it means spending more time with you I would love to.” You shoot him a flirtatious smile. You find yourselves drifting closer together as you clean up after dinner. You gathered up your plates, standing on your toes to try and put them in the cabinet with the rest. You let out a frustrated sigh as you struggled to reach. The warmth of William’s body pressing into yours from behind made you freeze.

“I got it sweetheart.” He chuckles, taking the plates from your hands. “Such a cute little thing you are.” He whispers next to your ear making you shiver. You squeal as he lifts you from the floor, taking you in his arms as he carries you upstairs. He tosses you onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes with a groan, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you grab him by the wrist and pull him in to kiss you. “Strip, I wanna hold you.” He commands. You decide to give him a little show, taking your time to peel out of your jeans, swaying your hips as you pull your top over your head. You stripped out of your lingerie before straddling his lap. His hands knead your ass, rocking you gently against the already half hard erection in his boxers. He pulls you into bed, shutting off the lights before joining you himself. He slings an arm over your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You bite your lip, shifting your hips as you feel his cock press into your back. The moon cast in through the window, basking the room in a dull silver glow. You hear William’s breath catch in his throat as you press your ass into his throbbing member. “Someone’s needy.” He chuckles, his breath hot against his ear. “What’s the matter bunny, need me to fill you up?” You nod, letting out a soft whine as you push back into him again. He places a kiss just below your ear, spreading your legs with his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a broken moan as he slowly pushed inside of you.

“Holy fuck.” You gasp, your fingers digging into his forearm as you grab him tightly as your walls stretch painfully around him. “Wow.” Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back in your head. His fingers slid around your throat, putting a delicious pressure on your neck.

“Such a good bunny, taking me so well.” His meticulous hand placement was starting to make you feel light headed, the mixture of the sensation and his praise making you dizzy with dopamine. You moan as he rolls his hips slightly. “You feel so good squeezing around my cock.” He purrs before placing a kiss on your cheek. You squirmed and whined as you lay there, impaled on his throbbing cock. William groaned at how wet you were, he could feel your juices dripping down the base of him. “So pretty sweetheart.” He coos, chuckling at your desperate state. His arm tightens around you, rolling his hips and causing you to cry out. You cursed as he pushed impossibly deep inside of you, your body moving instinctually as you bounced on his cock. He groans, his hips snapping up to meet yours. Your moans grew louder and more fervent with every thrust, his tip kissing the perfect spot inside of you everytime. Your thighs started to shake as you felt your climax creeping up on you. “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” He asks in a sweet voice. You nod, biting your lip to try and muffle your moans. You yelp as he suddenly delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “I want to hear you bunny.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, letting your moans fall freely from your mouth. You let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm hung joust out of reach. You moan out his name, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you cry out in pleasure. He reaches a hand in between your legs and swipes his fingers over your clit.

“So good for me.” He praises you. He wraps his hands around your waist, helping you fuck yourself faster on his cock. You scream his name as your orgasm rips through you, sobbing as he fucks you through your climax. Your whole body shook, your hand gripping weakly onto his wrist. “I got you sweetheart.” He whispers, settling himself deeply inside of you. Your eyelids felt heavy as you nestled into his soft pillows. He pulls the comforter up around your shoulders. You smiled at the scent of his musky cologne. Every small shift from him made you whine, after letting you rest for a while he began to rock his hips again. Small gasps and sighs falling from your lips as he tenderly fucks into you. “I’m gonna fill you up.” He groans, his thrusts growing uneven and stuttering every so often.

“Please.” You moan softly. Hearing your soft voice only seemed to spur him on. His slow deep thrusts had both of you moaning. You held on tightly to William’s arms, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible. He groans your name as he finishes, his hips stuttering as he pushes as deep inside of you as he can manage. He places soft kisses to the nape of your neck as he pulls you into his chest. You found yourself easily drifting off in his arms, before you knew it you had drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When you woke up you rolled over, cuddling into his warm back. You placed a soft kiss to a couple of the faded scars on his shoulder.

“Well good morning sweetheart.” He hums as he rolls over and pulls you into his chest. “You wanna stay in bed while I get breakfast started?” His voice raspy and deeper than normal as he fought off the thickness of sleep.

“Can you stay in bed just a little longer.” You put, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Sure, anything for you sweetheart.” He says with a smile and a kiss to your forehead. You laid on top of his chest, your fingers trailing through his chest hair as you talked about the plan for the day. He places a soft kiss to your lips as he slides out from underneath you to go get dressed. You cuddle up into the blankets, watching the muscles in his back flex as he gets dressed. A little while later he returned with a tray full of food, setting it in between the two of you. The two of you chatted pleasantly over breakfast, William consistently making you smile and laugh. “I’m going to head out to the garage, take your time getting ready, I’ll be out there when you’re done.” You grab him by the collar, keeping his lips on yours for a little longer than normal. He shoots you a wink as he slips out of the bedroom. You took your time getting ready, slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized clothing falling half way down your thighs. You washed your face and fixed your hair before wandering downstairs to find William. You heard the sound of powertools and pushed through the door. William stood with a welding mask on, his shirt discarded over a nearby chair. His skin, completely drenched in sweat, glowed in the dim overhead lighting. Streaks of grease dragged down his neck and across his stomach from where he had rubbed his hands across his skin. He flips his mask off when he notices you entered his workshop. “Hey bunny.” He grins. You saunter over to him to look over his expert work.

“You really are incredible, William.” He runs his fingers through his hair as he clears his throat, a noticeable blush on his face. You stood by him, allowing him to walk you through his process, an arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you tucked safely against him.He cursed as he looked up and noticed the time.

“We’re gonna be late.” He takes your hand, leading you inside. He pulls you into a heated kiss as he helps you out of your borrowed clothes. He picks you up and carries you into the shower. You yelped and giggled as your back pressed into the frigid wall. William carefully lets down your hair before allowing you to wet it. You sigh as he works shampoo into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the soapy water run down his body. He wraps you up in a fluffy towel, retrieving your work clothes as you dried off. You both ran to his car, laughing as you fell into the front seats. “I’ll run out and grab the timing belt for your car after I check in on Freddy’s.” He promises. You nod, a bit sad that your stay with him was over so quickly. You fall into him as he turns sharply into the parking lot. He tilts your chin up with a finger, a softness in his eyes as he studies your features. His eyes flash down to the dark bruises and bitemarks that littered your neck. “Are you, um… are you okay with people knowing about this?” He asks with a slight wavering in his voice.

“This?” You ask with a coy smile as you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Us.” He blurts out before swallowing thickly. You lean in ,placing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Only if you are.” He breathes out a soft laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He walks around to your side of the car as you’re gathering your things, opening your door for you. You thank him softly as he helps you out. You link your arm through his, leaning your head on his shoulder. He holds the door open for you, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing his lips to yours in one long, loving kiss.

“I’ll see you after work, bunny.” He winks before slipping off to his office. You smile as you watch him head out, adjusting his tie and greeting customers as he passes by. You turn to look out over the pizzeria, meeting Ashley’s shocked expression. She speed walks over to you, her eyes immediately falling to your abused neck.

“What happened to catching me up?” She yell whispers at you.

“Things might have gotten a little more serious than just a kiss.” You admit awkwardly.

“Well no shit, look at the hickey’s he gave you.” You smile as you catch his gaze from his position seated at his desk.

“He wants to make sure everyone knows I’m his.”

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[lucigooseart]

in another life.

au (with movie will and mike) where literally everything is fine and william is a loving father <3

[julihlaufey]

William Afton Discovers That The Reader Is Afraid Of Animatronics

✿ William first took you to the pizzeria to help him with a repair on his "work" clothes. And when you set foot in that building, his suspicions were correct.

ᐷ English is not my first language. Good reading, honey. ♡

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🐰 Before he knew about your fear and you knew about his true identity, you were on your lunch break And you, tired, on Saturday eve, got a pizza for you two. The subject of the old pizzeria soon came up and you commented on how scared you were of those stories and the claws of those animals.

Your near-phobia of those animals was slightly noticeable when you said that "I've never been a fan of anything that can hurt me", when "Steve" commented on having seen an Animatronic up close and finding it "fascinating".

🔪But when you had already managed to tear off William's "Steve Raglan" mask, there you were. Three forty in the morning, in an abandoned pizzeria. 😀

🐰 Vanessa hated his idea of taking her there. And she was right for all the wrong reasons. You'd rather William hunt you all night than spend two minutes near those robots.

🔪 As soon as you were alone with William and all those things, his eyes fell on you to see how you would react. And of course you started to tremble. Your hands were sweating, the cold crept in, and your feet felt stiff. William had been right ever since that lunch. You were afraid of them.

🐰 William's hands went to your shoulders. Normally you would melt at his touch, but that night, you jumped. He slid into your arms and held you tight. William needed to know if your fear extended to him.

🔪 "They attack?" Damn. You felt like an idiot, but the words came naturally from your mouth.

🐰 William did exactly what you thought he would do: He laughed. That bastard laughed in your ear. "No dear. Only if I order." And there, he discovered that your fear did not extend to him, because your small body immediately stopped trembling.

🔪 When he noticed your discomfort, William kept you on his lap while he did his work. You know it wasn't easy for him to fix that outfit with you taking up one of his legs, but he didn't complain.

🐰When you left, you stopped at a drive thru that was still open and he bought you something to eat. You insisted that he needed to eat too and William ended up getting a combo for each of you and an extra ice cream for you.

🔪 The next day, when you arrived at your desk, a yellow rabbit plush was waiting for you with its purple tie and big eyes. William didn't talk about it and neither did you. But ironically, with William, the Animatronics didn't seem so bad anymore.

[ahsxual]

Birthday Girl

Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your dad invited his best friend William Afton and his family to your house, so you could spend your birthday together. William was determined to make your wishes come true.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: minors dni +18, age gap (reader is on her 20s, William is 50), Dom!William x Sub!Reader, married William, rough sex, possessive!William, fingering, oral sex (f receaving), p in v sex (w/o protection), sex toys, masturbation, overstimulation, choking, humiliation/degrading, cursing, cum eating, daddy kink, praising, slap in the face (just one)

Word Count: 2,9k

It is your birthday today and you were super excited about it. You invited your friends to have lunch with you and spend the daytime doing whatever you guys wanted to have fun. It was a very peaceful and sunny day, so you felt like nature was in your favor to make your day as special as it could be. You decided to dress your favorite outfit that you bought last week and you felt incredible in it, even your friends almost didn't recognize you in a good way. You tried to spend time with them the best you could, since you promised your parents you would have dinner with them to celebrate with your family as well. It was only fair to manage your time between your family and friends, so you gladly accepted.

Time passed and it was almost 8 pm, so you said your goodbyes to your friends who offered you a beautiful and expensive necklace. You decided to wear it immediately, since it matched perfectly with your favorite dress and skin color. You arrived home after a while and opened your doorstep, only to be greeted by your excited parents and... William's family. William was your dad's bestfriend and Vanessa, his daughter who was a little older than you, was your best friend for years now.

They all greeted you with open arms and big smiles on their faces while wishing you happy birthday. Yet you knew better... William wasn't just smiling like his family members and your parents. No... he was looking at you more intensely than the others, his intentions clear like he was eating you alive with his blue eyes behind his big, gold glasses. You never admitted to anyone, but you had the biggest crush on your dad's bestfriend. He was older, very attractive, and he was a business, smart man... just how you liked. You had masturbated several times thinking about him whenever you were feeling needy and horny, which only made your little obsession with him worse. The best part of it, or worse depending on the perspective, is that you noticed he looked at you the same way... with the same lustful eyes and the same amount of desire in them whenever he saw you.

This "situation" between you made you feel guilty and sad, since William was married to a beautiful wife and had 3 children, one of them being your best friend Vanessa. That being said, you never acted on your desires and tried to control yourself the best you could, so that you would never regret anything. And William... well, he did the same thing, since he didn't want to ruin his reputation or lose his family.

"Surpriseee, honey!" your dad shouted excitedly, being the first one to hug and give you a kiss on top of your head.

"You look so beautiful, sweetheart!" your mom felt very proud of you, because you looked like a little princess in her eyes. And you were sure it wasn't only in her eyes...

"Thank you, mom." you answered shyly and smiled at her, feeling your cheeks turning red at her compliment.

"Come sit with us, Y/N. You look amazing." Vanessa hugged you and you felt relieved that she was there too, so you wouldn't feel so alone and awkward in the presence of her family.

While you were having dinner, you noticed that William made sure to sit right in front of you. His eyes traveled down your cleavage more times than needed, and you couldn't help but feel your cheeks burning from inappropriate thoughts about your dad's bestfriend, who was also your bestfriend's dad... yet, you didn't do anything to cover them. In fact, from time to time you did it on purpose, so that your boobs were more exposed when he was the only one looking.

"So tell us sweetie, how was your day?" your dad asked and you felt all eyes on you. Especially William's eyes which expressed pure curiosity.

"It was great. Some of my friends and I decided to go to the beach, since it was very hot today. I missed having fun with them, it felt refreshing after my hard work on the exams." you replied feeling a little nervous, trying to stay focused so as not to stutter and embarrass yourself. Suddenly, you felt William's leg clearly rub against your exposed legs, making you hit your knee on the table. "Sorry, I uhm... think I felt a bug or something." you laughed awkwardly, trying to find a credible excuse.

"And what about boys, honey? Vanessa was telling us before you arrived that she met this guy named Mike a while ago. She'll bring him next time, right sweetheart?" your mom asked you before smiling towards Vanessa, who nodded and reciprocated with her shiny smile. At this particular question, you felt William's eyes burn into you, his expression more serious now.

"I uhm... met this guy named Tim. He's a sweetheart, but I guess we'll remain just good friends." you smiled awkwardly, not liking when your parents asked about your private life in front of others. You noticed William become less tense than before, a gesture that confused you. When your mother was about to make another comment about your new friend Tim, William interrupted her.

"That's a very elegant necklace. It suits you perfectly." he pointed to your new necklace that your friends offered you. You touched it instinctively, with a smile slowly increasing on your face.

"Thank you, Mr. Afton. I received it today, it was a gift from my friends." you blushed at his compliment and you could see him smirk discreetly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

After that, your family and William's family started chatting with each other, while sharing funny and romantic stories from their past. You noticed how William's wife was so excited to talk about how she met William and some details about their romance through the years. You couldn't help but feel a little disappointed... maybe even jealous, since what she was sharing with all of you seemed like a fairytale, William obviously being the charming king. You also noticed how she loved having physical contact with William. He had an arm around her waist and his other hand was on top of hers. For a brief second, you stared at his attractive hands which were big, strong and veiny. You were completely lost in your thoughts... the way his thumb caressed his wife's smaller hand made you feel warm things inside you, and you couldn't stop imagining how he could touch you like that one day. In a parallel reality, where he was divorced and Vanessa accepted your relationship. Wait, what? What are you even thinking? A relationship with this man, seriously? You must have some deep and unsolved daddy issues, girl...

"Y/N, are you listening?" you heard your mom's voice calling you with a worried face. You jumped a little before noticing that everyone was staring at you once again.

"Yeah I'm sorry, I was just..." you paused for a moment, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to hide inside a hole right now or be locked in your room and wake up on the next day.

"I was asking if you wanted dessert. Are you sure you're alright?" you suddenly felt William's fingertips brush against your leg, caressing your soft skin in a teasing way. You didn't know why he decided to act on his thoughts on this particularly day, which were definitely reciprocated, but you were feeling a bit frustrated at his carefree and bold behavior. You pulled your leg back to avoid any suspicion before getting up.

"It's not necessary mom, thanks. I'm just going to my room for a bit, it's been a long day." you chuckled, hoping your parents wouldn't insist. You didn't want to be seen as rude or ungrateful, but you were feeling awkward and also, if you were honest, your panties were pretty much wet to the point of making you uncomfortable.

"You can go, but you'll have to come back within an hour, okay? We want to spend more time with you and we have your presents to give you." your dad suggested and you never felt so relieved, you thought.

"Thanks dad, I'll be right back. Excuse me." you apologized before looking at Vanessa. You made sure she understood you were alright and just wanted some time alone, so she wouldn't follow you to your bedroom. She smiled back and nodded, understanding your message.

Once you got to your room you sighed deeply, feeling like a heavy weight finally fell from your shoulders. You fell on the bed carelessly, thinking about what just happened. Was it your imagination when you felt William's touch? Was he trying to tease you? You didn't know it for sure, yet the only certainty you had was that you were feeling extremely horny. Since it doesn't hurt anyone to pleasure yourself and at least you could relieve some tension down there, you grabbed your favorite vibrator. After turning it on and set it to your preferred potency, you started to masturbate with your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasurable stimulation. It felt amazing, and since you were becoming overstimulated, you covered your mouth so nobody could hear your desesperate moans. You came twice within 20 minutes, trying to catch your breath, when you suddenly heard someone coughing purposely inside your room. You almost screamed and stood up in shame, immediately covering yourself. The vibrations of your sex toy were the only sound heard inside your room while you watched William's eyes staring intimidatingly at you, his pupils so dilated that you could barely see its light blue color. You clumsily tried to turn off the now wet advice, making it difficult to grip properly.

"How long have you been watching me?" it was almost a whisper, but William heard it perfectly.

"A few minutes now. I watched you cum at least once." his arms were crossed over his chest and his expressionless face intimidated you, making you feel like you would die from embarrassment. You were almost crying from shame, when William discreetly locked your bedroom door.

"Shh come on, babygirl. Why are you crying? You look so beautiful when you cum..." he caressed your bare thigh, dangerously close to were you needed him the most. His other hand cleaned a single tear that escaped your eye, before he licked it while staring at you like it was his favorite flavor.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Afton?" you asked softly as your voice trembled, trying to understand his real intentions with you.

"I wanted to see my birthday girl, obviously. But I came to realize that it was my fault you felt so horny that you had to make an excuse to touch yourself, isn't that right? How desperate can you be? Bad girl... my little whore is not as innocent as I thought..." he was now touching your lower lip with the same finger which he had licked your tear.

He then forcibly pushed it inside, forcing you to take it into your mouth. You began to suck his large thumb while maintaining eye contact with him, pretending it was his cock instead which seemed to satisfy him a lot. After a minute of teasing, he took off his thumb and kissed you hungrily, a little bit rough but you didn't seem to care at all. You felt his wet tongue desperately trying to enter your mouth and win dominance over yours, making you moan into the sloppy kiss. He started to undress you, so you were completely naked in front of him while he was fully dressed, and you got immediately the message that he was in total control of you. He pinned your wrists above your head with one strong hand, before eagerly starting to suck and lick your hard nipples while pinching the other expertly. You were being too loud for his liking, so he quickly grabbed your drenched panties and put them in your mouth.

"You have to stay quiet and behave if you want me to fuck you, do you fucking understand me?" he grabbed your cheeks hard enough to make you wince in pain, his eyes staring into your soul like he was gonna kill you if someone discovered you both. You just nodded, the adrenaline of fearing him and of being caught making you feel dizzy with excitement and pleasure. "Now... be a good girl for your daddy and take what I have for you. It's your birthday anyway, so I'm gonna make sure my girl feels pleased in every way possible." he smirked, before attaching his lips around your erected nipples while rubbing your sensitive clit. Your moans where muffled by your panties and a few tears slowly escaped your eyes when you felt two long fingers inside you. He started picking up the pace and finger you hard, not having any mercy on your overstimulated pussy. His assaults in your drenched cunt made you cum in less than a minute, your most impressive record. When you tried to recover your breath and from the first orgasm William gave you, you suddenly heard your vibrator being turned on.

"No, please no!" your voice was barely perceptible, yet William could read your face like a book.

"Who do you think is in charge here, huh? Don't make this worse for you Y/N, take it like a good girl. Stop being a brat or else I'm gonna punish you... and believe me baby, you don't wanna see me get mad." William threatened you before grabbing your hair roughly and turning on your vibrator almost at the highest potency, only to place it on top of your overstimulated clit while fingering you again. He watched you squirm around and begging for mercy, and that only made his cock get harder, his smirk grow bigger and his ego go wider. When you were almost cumming, he turned off your vibrator and replaced it with his own tongue, sucking your clit hard until you came in his mouth.

"Please Mr. Afton, have mercy please..." you cried from pleasure when you felt him overstimulating you, yet you loved every second of it. You then felt a harsh slap on your face.

"What did you just call me?" he was clearly mad by your wrong choice of words.

"I'm sorry, daddy... please I can't take it anymore." you were almost sobbing from pleasure. You never felt this good in your life now that your biggest desire was finally accomplished: having William Afton making you cum.

"But baby, I haven't even fucked you yet. Don't you think I deserve some pleasure too, huh? Do you think you're the only one who needs to cum? Don't be selfish, bunny. Say daddy deserves to cum inside you. Say it." he demanded between clenched teeth, making you obey him immediately.

"Yes daddy, you d-deserve to cum inside of me!" you stared deeply into his now dark blue eyes, watching him breathing heavily from desire. "Please fuck me daddy, I need you to fill my empty and needy pussy with your cum."

"Oh bunny, you have no idea how much cum I have to fill your pretty little pussy. You're gonna be so full..." he promised before he licked and kissed your neck hard while taking his belt and tie off. He then grabbed you by your hair and put his tie around your neck, before tighten it so he could choke you while he fucked you. He positioned you on your knees and started fucking you from behind while gripping your hips hard, surely leaving bruises on your soft flesh. He fucked you fast and roughly, just like you imagined it would be every time you masturbated while thinking about him, and you absolutely fucking loved every second. He then pushed his tie around your neck, making you stood up and have your bare back against his clothed chest. The lack of air didn't allow you to breathe properly, yet it only increased the intensity of your last orgasm of the night. He kissed your neck once again and pinched your nipples hard, while his heavy balls slapped your ass and his big cock was buried inside your warm cunt. This made you feel completely dumb for his dick and his possessive touches on your body.

"Say you're mine and no other man will touch you. Say that you belong to me." William demanded sternly in a deep voice, since he needed to hear it from you so he could reach his own orgasm.

"I belong to you daddy, only you... No other man will touch me like you do, I-I promise!" you said impulsively, not caring about how possessive he sounded over you. And that was enough to make William cum inside you, his sperm painting your wet walls until it came out and dribbled some of it down your thighs. You both stood there breathless, before you felt William kiss your forehead in a tender way while caressing softly your hot cheek, his thumb rubbing your face like he did previously to his wife's hand. However, in this moment it felt more genuine.

"You were so good to me, baby. I'm so proud of you." he said with a satisfied smile printed on his face, before putting his now soft penis inside his pants and fix his tie, like he was casually getting ready for work and nothing just happened. He slowly approached you, his eyes roaming over your naked and destroyed body like a predator, enjoying the vulnerable state he had put you in. After a moment of contemplation, he softly put a single finger in your pussy to colect his cum before putting it on your lips, waiting for you to suck it clean. You obeyed him eagerly while looking into his eyes through your eyelashes and started sucking his middle finger which was covered in his cum. Your soft tongue caressed his digit seductively, which made him breathe deeply since he was feeling himself getting hard again.

"That's my babygirl..." he whispered in a low, raspy tone that made your pussy clench again, but this time around nothing as you felt extremely empty. After you finished getting dress and grabbed some tissues to clean the rest of his cum out of you, you heard him suddenly stop you, which made you jump slightly.

"Ah ah, you're not doing that. You're gonna wear your pretty panties with my cum still inside you. Don't try to get daddy mad." his tone was of someone who couldn't be defied so you just obeyed him, fearing the consequences of desobeying him. He then smiled at your right decision and approached you, before giving a long, soft kiss on your forehead.

"This is our little secret now. Happy birthday, sweetie."

[fandomwritingbit]

Sweet girl

dad's friend William Afton x fem/virgin reader

Synop: Reader is early 20s and very unexperienced, William sees that as an opportunity to seize a perfect toy.

Warnings: pervy/creepy William, corruption, coercion (possibly dubcon I'm not too sure), groping, inappropriate relationship.

A/n: I'm not sure how I feel about this, I don't think it reads well but I like the idea so posted anyway. May come back and change bits eventually. Hope you enjoy :)

You didn't think you'd be bothered about the new neighbour on your street, but he quickly becomes a friend of your dad’s and in consequence a part of your life. He's handsome, if a little forward, and from the beginning his eyes are all over you in the most intentional way. You don’t know what to do about it. All his pervy comments about “how nice you look”, or “how any lad would be lucky to have you'', go completely over your parents’ heads but stick with you and settle as a warm feeling in your core. The way you can’t meet his gaze and shiver when he ‘harmlessly’ touches your back or your arm, damn near makes him high. You’re just this perfect sweet innocent thing, so polite and kind and he instantly wants to fucking ruin you. 

But he moves carefully, all the flirting and looking you up and down is one thing, but he wants to take his time with you. He gets himself close enough to your dad that he’s around all the time, coming over for dinner or drinks, helping with any jobs that need doing. 

And it’s one night that he’s over that things change. After a few hours of William drinking and chatting with you dad, you come home from wherever you’ve been, clearly out somewhere because you’re all dressed up in a little floral dress that’s just made to be lifted up. His eyes are on you the second you walk in the door, watching the glimpse of your thighs he can catch as you walk past, the drink making it harder than normal to keep himself calm.

So when you go into your kitchen he makes an excuse to go and get him and your father another drink, just to talk to you. But as soon as he’s stood in the doorway watching you his trousers are tight and he palms himself slightly as he walks into the room. You’re standing between the counter and an island, just waiting for the kettle to boil, wanting to get upstairs and out of the way. But you turn once you hear footsteps, butterflies coming to life in your stomach when you see William and not your dad. Something about being in this room alone with him felt heavy, as if the air changed, making you feel like a deer in headlights. But what does that make him? The hunter. 

Your well-mannered nature takes over when you catch his eyes, a polite smile settling on your face, “Hi, Mr Afton… You alright?”  You ask, hoping to keep this small talk brief. 

He hums in acknowledgment before answering, noticing the change in your posture when you realise he was there, like you’re somewhat scared of him and the power in that goes straight to his cock. “More than alright, sweetheart. How are you?” As he talks he walks over, grabbing a beer off the counter and going about cracking it open. You watch his hands as he does so, guiltily thinking that they are nice, large and strong-looking, they’d no doubt make your own look tiny.

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. Just need some tea to warm up, it’s cold out there.” As you answer, you hear the kettle click off, the water inside it bubbling away, and so you turn to take hold of it and make your tea. You don’t hear William set his bottle down or walk towards you, he’s just there suddenly, his much bigger frame towering over your turned back. The gap between your kitchen units is small, making it so he’s very close, so close that his body pushes you into the counter as he opens a cupboard above your head. Your mouth is open in disbelief that he’s touching you like this because you can feel him, his apparent hardness pressing into your back. 

From above you he brings down a glass, priding himself on this excuse to press his erection against you, shifting slightly to glide himself across your skin, making you gasp. When he steps away the wide-eyed stare you fix him with has him grinning. You poor little thing, you really have no idea how much you’ve affected him. 

Through his smile, he feigns some concern, “You okay, love?” The confusion on your face doubles, he must have done that on purpose, there’s no way that was an accident. But what exactly has he done? Brushed against you? It’s nothing… even if it's made every hair on your skin stand on end and your legs press together.

You try to maintain your politeness, but stumble instantly when you automatically look down at his crotch, the sight of his tent tightening your chest. “Yeah,” you start wobbly, “You just uh made me jump.” You internally thank yourself for being able to come up with something, but there’s no nonchalance in it, you sound small and pathetic. He just smirks again, an almost mean glint in his eyes.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He begins, placing his hand on your arm as he talks, “the last thing I’d want to do is scare you.” 

Your hands are shaking as you try to drink your tea, you managed to slip away upstairs and away from William. Though you haven’t escaped the feeling of it, no quite yet. Maybe it was the power in his lack of shame, because when you looked him in the eye you just could tell that he knew exactly what he did, and where embarrassment should have been pride was instead. That’s scary… but also thrilling, judging by the familiar warmth spreading between your legs. You’re naive but not stupid, you know that he looks at you like he wants to fuck you, like you’re some pretty little cupcake ready to be bitten into. But it’s never occurred to you as a real possibility.

~

Trying to go about your night felt impossible. Every time you start doing something you remember that man is still sitting downstairs and the heavy feeling in your core worsened. 

And so after a few hours you can’t help but creep back down those stairs, not really sure what you’re wanting to accomplish. You know you’re walking into a trap but you’re drawn to it and the curiosity is too much to resist.

As quiet as you try to be, William hears the floorboards creak under your steps and his brows raise instantly, he’s been thinking about going home for a while since the banter with your dad died down the moment some footie was turned on. The constant drinking for the past 6 or 7 hours was starting to catch up with him and he was at the point of wanting to have a wank followed up by a kip; but the idea of saying goodbye to you was tempting to say the least.  

He glances over to your father, who was drunk enough that he was beginning to nod off, as the guy was prone to do, which is a green light if he’s ever seen one. And so he acts, standing and leaving the sitting room near silently, catching you in the hallway. You freeze under his gaze, rubbing your arm shyly, all your curiosity melted away very quickly at the imposing and intoxicated man in front of you. 

He sniggers, “Are you done hiding in your room, sweetheart?” 

The heat in your face is near unbearable, “Uh… I just came down to get something.” you lie, and it’s extremely obvious. You cringe at yourself before stepping past him and walking towards the kitchen, knowing in your gut that he was going to follow you. And he does, catching your arm as soon as you’re through the door, turning you around to face him. His grip on your arm feels like it’s branding into your skin and it’s beginning to dawn on you that you may have bitten off more than you could chew. 

“Still wearing that little dress, huh?” Although he’s still grinning, the question feels like an accusation, especially with how his eyes rake over you.

You swallow, “Yeah- I haven’t changed yet.” you sound so stupid but his unmoving hand on your arm makes it impossible to speak normally. 

God, your nervousness is driving him insane. “Don’t. I like it.” His words set a spark in your core, but when he reaches down to pluck the hem of your skirt with his fingers, you step back immediately, pulling yourself free. 

“What are you doing?” You say instantly, the words uncertain and shaky. Stepping back until you bump into the counter, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. 

He watches your moments with amusement though it’s masking a very greedy and nasty part of himself. “I’m just playing with you, love.” His tone is sickly sweet and you stare at him somewhat amazed. 

He moves closer to you and you’ve never felt so small, again reaching out to touch your skirt, this time a little higher up coming to rest on your hip. And you were right, his hands were fucking huge.

“I-I… my dad is-” You try, but he cuts you off, rubbing his thumb up and down on your hip. 

“Busy.” He says bluntly, before giving you perhaps the most earth-shattering smirk, “Don’t worry about him, worry about me.” You swallow again, your fingers trembling at your sides. It’s like your whole body has become manual because you’re very aware of your quickened breath and the awkwardness of your stance. 

You don’t have a response for him so he continues speaking in that low, suggestive tone, “You’re such a pretty thing, always prancing about like a little fucking decoration. How you don’t have a boyfriend is crazy.” He traces his touch to your lower back and the way you arch it makes his cock twitch, and fuck, he wants to take you apart so badly. 

That predatory thought must show in his expression because you look adorably taken aback, he’s always suspected that you’re inexperienced, it’s obvious in your shy response to all his comments. But he wants to hear exactly what you’ve done from those lovely lips of yours. 

William shifts his position and without warning two hands cup your breasts and you gasp as he squeezes them in an oddly gentle way. He leans a little closer to you and keeps his voice barely above a whisper, “Now tell me, sweet girl. Has anyone ever touched you here?” 

You blink at his question, too entranced by this intimate touch that’s happened so suddenly to formulate a response, your mental narration is lost and you’re left alone with an empty head. A wolf-like grin coats his face at your trembling lip, “Hm?” He prompts.

You nod your head slightly, faded highschool boyfriends and college make outs hidden in your mind. Hands shift as his fingers move to pinch both your nipples, it makes you whimper pathetically, confused as to why you’re going along with this and why your thighs are instinctually rubbing together. “What about here?” 

You nod again, biting your lower lip to try and hide any more embarrassing sounds. Hanging on to his every word to try and figure out what he’s going to do next.

It’s hard for him to control himself right now and he abruptly pushes you harder against the counter, hand sliding down, round your back and grabbing your bum firmly. “And here?” You open your mouth to speak, moaning slightly instead. It feels like your chest is going to explode. You nod again, a distant prom night memory flickering. 

He chuckles, eyes going dark as he uses this position to lift you up onto the counter behind you, a cold hand tracing up your bare thigh before bluntly cupping your pussy. This time the desperate sound from you is very audible, and if he was a sensible man maybe he’d stop, instead his thumb presses over your clit, rubbing it agonisingly through the fabric of your panties. Some pleading noises flee your lips at almost instant amounting pressure in your core. He brings himself very close to your ear, “Now, what about here?” 

“I- no.” You struggle to speak clearly, your voice sounding small and delightfully delicate. 

“No?” His eyebrows raise, “Oh but this is the best part.” He can feel your wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric of your knickers and it’s driving him mental, you’re going to look so fucking pretty when you come undone for him.

“I don’t-” You speak without thinking the thought dying before you could get to it, but the words are clear enough to make him pause and pull back to look at you, his eyes narrow. 

“Don’t what?” He asks.

You don’t get a chance to answer, though you’re not sure what you would have said anyway, because the sound of the living room door opening and your dad’s footsteps bring an end to whatever this was. William sniggers, a bit put out at being interrupted but really what had he expected doing this right here. 

Before he pulls away he smirks again, asking you fairly sharply, “Are you going to tell your daddy about this?” You shake your head quickly. No, you won’t tell your dad because the most shameful part of you wants this to happen again.   

Part two - here

[ghostgirl101]

writing for william afton?? Yeah sure I'll get craaaazy ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠) you can write headcanons of anything, really, I just want to hold this man and be extremely and overly affectionate with him (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠) (and and jealousy trope is so aaaaaa you can write something with that, right??? :33)

William Afton/Steve Raglan Being Obsessed With You Would Include...

A/N: Yeap, let's start with obsessive relationship stuff, and then I'll work on a request for jealous headcanons. Hope this is in character, I tried to make it as accurate as I could with what I could work with from the movie. Requests for the FNAF movie are still open if you want me to work on a scenario; just make sure its no smut and platonic or childhood sweethearts for any of the animatronics/missing children 🙃

🐰• Well, good luck getting out of whatever craziness you've somehow gotten yourself into. That's the first thing I'm gonna say ._.

🐰• You probably meet William as "Steve," the careers counsellor who asks a little too many personal questions for it to be strictly business-related, but then, he's got to know who you are to find a job that fits in with your life and personality. He seems normal enough, though there is a slight intensity in the way his eyes linger on you for a beat too long, and his questions become more specific and a bit non-contextual.

🐰• By the end of the interview, he offers you the place of a nightguard at Freddy's, giving you his card with a casual half-smile and going out of his way to show you the ropes. Then you start the job, as oddly unsettling and dark the environment seems, and you think that it's the last time you'll hear from him.

🐰• It's not 😏

🐰• Steve knows a lot about you from your files that he went through before, and from what you told him, and he's got a good memory. He copied all the information down, storing it safely at home, going through pictures and any sources he can find about you in some unplaced interest. William's very calm and calculated, and there's no way he'd be found out unless he let it happen or wanted you to find out for yourself.

🐰• So until he's ready to reveal his dark side completely, which will slip out in little actions and hints when you spend time with him, he's simply Steve Raglan, the relatively normal careers counsellor who keeps checking in on you to see how you're getting on with the job, often going out for a coffee to give you "advice" in his breaks. Anything to pry out more information from you, for him to understand what exactly it is about you that intrigues him.

🐰• Is it because you're unusually pretty? Clever? Quirky? To William, you're just a bit different, maybe a bit childish, or mature and deep, dark-humoured? Whatever it is, it caught his attention, which is a good thing, if you want it... and if it's not, well, you're stuck with it anyway.

🐰• You'll notice quite early on that he's a bit odd himself, maybe a bit invasive, possessive, especially for someone you haven't known for that long. If someone looks over at you for a second too long while you're having coffee with Steve, having a conversation that's veered off of references and employee skills to some personal aspect or interest in your life that he's cracked open. You'll see a shot of something dark pass through his blueish gaze before it passes almost as soon as it comes, and you'll know nothing more about it except never seeing that person again. Just another missing person to add to a list.

🐰• Same with if you happen to be seeing anyone; he's got his own ways to scare people off, and if that doesn't work, he'll be forced to do something a little messier. Again, you won't know a thing about it, and there'll be no proof, no body, no big questions. Suddenly your partner has run off on a job out of the country or broken up with you via text... and Steve will be around to "see how you're doing" and to pick up the pieces when you end up spilling more about what's been going on in your life and exposing more vulnerability. It gives William a rush, in a way, to be needed and ran to and relied on when something goes bad, especially if it's you looking up at him with big pleading eyes. He can only smile and squeeze your hand, not letting go for a long moment as you get yet another drink and finally end up getting somewhere closer to a proper relationship.

🐰• Friends start getting a little distant, past lovers end up disappearing and little conveniences in life become more frequent. Wonder why that is?

🐰• Afton has a great memory, and if you tell him you like something in particular, your favourite show or book, he finds the exact thing by chance in the shop and had to get it for you, just to see your eyes light up and smile thankfully. Or he recorded a new episode of your series for you to watch if you come over on one of the nights you're not working, or he's just finished reading that book, come round to his so you can talk about it some more? He always finds a way to get what he wants, and when it's a person, victim or not, the rule still applies.

🐰• You may not be a victim of violence or murder, but he's got an obsession, an unhealthy desire to watch everything you do, everyone you talk to and in your life. He doesn't name a specific reason for it, doesn't think he needs to, doesn't see the point in it. If you ever catch on to that kind of behaviour, he'll just give you a warm smirk and shrug. "Well, because it's you," is his casual response, though you could swear there's something more behind his eyes. "And I care about you, you know?"

🐰• This is still William Afton though, and for all he can be surprisingly romantic and thoughtful when he thinks to be to see your reaction, he's a sadistic murderer and kidnapper at the end of the day... and it does start to show through. He can be manipulative as we see in the movie, and a bit arrogant, though I don't think he'd outrightly manipulate you. It's more your surroundings and the people you're with. Maybe he'll dig up some dirt on one of your close friends and put it somewhere where you'll find it and cut off the friendship yourself, exactly how he wanted it. And on the occasions when he gets his hands dirty with those types of people, he will get his hands dirty, and enjoys every minute of it. He taunts and mocks them until their dying breath, hating the thought of someone else holding your attention for longer than he can, which only causes more blood to be washed out of clothes and off his skin before you notice.

🐰• I have the idea of William watching you sleep deep in for some reason, since he's affectionate in his own ways, not majorly into PDA or clingy, since he prefers you being the one to run to him. But in the moments when you're not aware that he's around, like when you're sleeping. He'll trace calloused but featherlight fingers across your face, down from your forehead to your cheek and your neck. There's a beat of tensity where you might think he's tempted to do something extreme, something violent, but it passes time and time again. I think the only time William would be tempted to be harsher and forceful is if and when you ever found out about what it is exactly he does, and try betraying him. He wouldn't kill you, nothing like that, but he'd have to lock you away someplace safer...

🐰• But Afton will cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, it's just an attentive and dependent relationship that William will keep going for as long as he can, accepting any gesture of affection or admiration or any positive attention in general with open arms and a pleased smirk on his face. Life will be pretty easy for you, everything seeming to go your way, and his, he'll make sure of it. And when you finally uncover the truth behind Steve and meet the real William Afton, he'll expect things to stay exactly the same: bloodied hands, spring locks snapping, glowing grey animatronic eyes or not.