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steve-faglan ยท 1 year ago
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Seek and Find (Pt. 2)
Reader x Steve Raglan (William Afton)
TW: NON CON // DUB CON!!!! (But this one is mostly non con)
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Summary: You can't stop thinking about him since your last meeting and fate finds a way to place you right in front of him again.
[Read part 1 here]
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Steve takes you over and over until the sun begins to peak over the horizon. When he finally leaves, you pass out from exhaustion. When you wake up, you can finally move your body, though you're still very weak. A soreness you've never felt before tears through your body as you attempt to sit up. You groan in angry ache, rising to your feet and making your way to the bathroom. After a warm bath in silence, you hobble into your living room.
You wince when you see the two wine glasses. One-half empty and the other untouched. The sight of the light liquid inside reminds you of the way his cologne smelled as he carried your motionless body to your bedroom. Like you were nothing.
To your dismay, you feel the arousal pooling in your underwear and a heat building in your stomach. What's wrong with me? You wonder. Suddenly, you remember the men who had ghosted you. How did Steve know about them? And how was he using their phone numbers to communicate with you? Your mind races too much to continue dissecting the mystery, all you can think about is Steve. He's nameless to you, but the memory of his tongue inside of you is enough to have you yearning.
You slip a hand into your panties and gently play with your sore, used clit. You have to be careful after the way Steve left you, but you can't resist it. He's done something to your mind. You never want to see him again, but he's consuming your every thought. You're seconds away from climaxing, your shameless moans grow louder by the minute. A sharp knock at the door tears you from your pleasure, edging you.
You're certain it's Steve. Or maybe... You hope that it's Steve. As long as he's forcing himself on you, you don't have to face the shame of how badly you want it. Your heart begins to race and you hesitate before finally opening the door. It's a delivery man, dropping off a package you'd ordered a few weeks ago. Your shoulders fall in disappointment and you thank the driver before closing your door. You toss the package to the side and forget about it. It's just another gadget for the house. Something superfluous that you didn't need.
The weeks drone on and the memory and desperate craving for Steve seems to subside, though you can't help but still feel watched at every turn. You barely leave your house and the paid internship you started this year and soon coming to an end with no promise that your employers want to keep you. When the day finally comes, the news is enough to break your spirit.
"We're looking for someone a little less distracted," your former boss explains.
"I'm... Distracted?" You blink in disbelief.
"It just seems that lately, you've been meeting deadlines later and later."
"But I am meeting them, am I not?" You want to raise your voice, but you realize there's no point. "Okay. Thank you for the opportunity." You stand to leave and the woman wishes you well. You give her an understanding smile and head out the door. Now, you're just angry. At everything. At yourself, your old job, and especially Steve. He's the cause of your downfall in more ways than one. Even while he's not touching you, he's still violating you. Taking from you everything you have.
You take a day to be angry and resentful, and then you set up a meeting with a local temp agency. The woman on the phone says they have the best career counselors around, so you feel a sense of relief when you wake up to get ready for the day. Feeling less than yourself, and a bit rejected, you spend a little extra time on your makeup this morning.
Your large, doll eyes are highlighted with light eyeshadow and a courteous layer of mascara. You finish off the rest and get dressed in your best professional clothes. You're nervous, but hopeful after the phone call you had yesterday. After you arrive at the temp agency building and check-in, you sit in a waiting area. One other temp sits in a chair across the room and reads a magazine.
"Micheal, Mr. Raglan will see you now," the kind older lady behind the desk calls to the other temp. You are now alone in the warmly lit waiting area. You scan the room a few times, occasionally checking your phone until the same woman's voice pipes up again.
"You can head back, now, sweetie." The woman smiles at you and you return the sentiment. You walk confidently down the hall, passing Micheal on his way out. He looks disappointed. As you step into the room a familiar scent fills your senses, but you can't pinpoint it. The career counselor is placing a file into the filing cabinet behind his desk, his back faces you.
You're standing in the doorway, carefully inching forward as you wait for him to turn around. The chair creaks when it swivels around. You're looking down at your shirt, flattening the fabric to be more presentable when you hear the man start to chuckle. You look up to see Steve. Whose name you're only just now learning when you glance at his nameplate. Your mouth hangs open in silent shock.
Steve continues to laugh before releasing an amused sigh and leaning forward on his desk. He looks pleasantly surprised and all too happy to see you. Like he's relieved.
"Guess you found me," he jokes, tilting his head to the side. You try to find a word, any word, but nothing comes out. You take a step backward. "Absolutely not. Have a seat." It's as if he knows the power his words will have over you. You do as he says and shakily take a seat in one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.
"I- I-" you desperately search for the sentence, but he doesn't have time.
"Impressive detective work." Steve smiles slyly and leans back in his leather desk chair.
"I wasn't... I wasn't looking for you."
"Are you sure? You look like you got dressed up for me." He teases, causing you to blush and pull the low collar of your shirt up to cover yourself more. "Wow. Lucky me." He sighs as he folds his hands together and rests his chin on them, staring at you like he's admiring artwork. "So you need a job, huh?"
"I think I better go." Your voice trembles.
"Don't be ridiculous. Only an idiot can't distinguish business and pleasure." His lips curl into a devious grin, deepening the dimples on his cheeks. "You know, I think I have the perfect job for you, Y/N."
"Please, Steve. I-"
"Oh, no, sweetheart. It's Mr. Raglan when you need me to do you a favor." He tilts his head mockingly.
"M-Mr. Raglan. I can just go somewhere else, it's fine."
"Where? This is the only employment office in town and every surrounding town sends their lost causes to us. Where do you think you stand right now?" Normally you'd think more highly of yourself, but after being let go and everything with Steve, you're having a hard time with self-worth.
"Okay, right."
"Now, the job I have in mind for you is easy. The hours are so-so, but I think you'd learn to like it. You interested?"
"What is it?" You swallow the lump in your throat, unsure you want to know the answer.
"I run a little side operation outside of the temp agency. I'd love an extra pair of hands." Steve's demeanor is so different than the night he spent in your home, using your holes freely as if you were merely a doll meant for pleasure. He awaits her answer with a flat expression.
"You... You want my help? After what you did to me?"
"Sweetheart, to me, it looks like you need my help. I'm just offering you a job. I didn't do anything you're not still touching yourself over." He licks his lips, exposing his knowledge of your pastime. Your face flushes and you can no longer look him in the face.
"I- I-"
"You're a depraved slut, Y/N. Do you want the job or not?" His patience is running out. You cower at the idea of upsetting him so your answer falls out without thought.
"I'll do it." Your words catch him off guard, but a pleased smile invades his face when he realizes what you've agreed to.
"Good girl," his words send tingles down your spine. "You start tomorrow, 9 AM, sharp."
"Tomorrow?" You furrow your brow, overwhelmed by the rushed nature of the offer.
"Yes, tomorrow. At this address." He slides a post-it note across the desk and you take it in your hand. The address doesn't look familiar. "I'll see you then. Don't be late." Steve turns his attention to the paperwork on his desk as if he's bored with your presence already. Still in shock, you rise from your seat and exit the building. When you get in your car, you look at the post-it note again. What just happened?
The next morning, you wake up early to get ready for your new job. Steve didn't specify what kind of work it is, so you try to dress business casual. When you arrive at the address, it's nothing more than a run-down restaurant. You already feel terrified to be here, but with how much Steve knows about you, you don't know what he'd do if you upset him or turned him down.
Nervous and overdressed, you approach the front door. The two thick barred doors that are meant to protect it from intruders are open today, but you're still unsure if you should go in. The place looks liable to collapse at any minute.
Finally, Steve comes to the door.
"Y/N, you're late." He frowns.
"I was here on time, I've been waiting." You protest.
"You don't know how to use a door? That's strike one. Let's try to do better." He disappears into the doors and you quickly trail behind him with a look of disdain. "You know, Y/N. You're not very bright, following me to a secluded location after I ruined you."
You wince at his choice of words. The description makes you feel worthless. Maybe that's why you find yourself so willing to be around him. You still never learned what happened to those other men.
"I need a job. I can't lose my house..." You look down, embarrassed to be so desperate.
"Then you should try being on time." Steve leads you to a room full of disassembled animatronics. "This is where we will be working very closely." His emphasis on "very" makes your skin crawl.
"I don't know anything about robots, sir."
"Good thing I'd rather die than have you messing with my life's work then, huh?" He snaps. "Your job is to keep the area clean. It has a way of becoming a disaster even when we're not here."
"Oh, okay. Yes, sir." You begin picking up the shredded bits of metal and faux fur. Steve watches intently, mostly objectifying you, undressing you with his eyes. Something about being in charge of you. Having you here serving him even after his night with you. It drives him crazy.
Your fight-or-flight senses are going off all day. Everything in your body is telling you not to be here. Not to be near Steve. You try your best to ignore it until you hear a dripping sound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Something viscous is slapping against the floor over and over at an almost steady pace. You follow the sound of the dripping out of the room you're meant to keep clean and down a short hallway. You glance into one room and see a sleeping security guard. He looks like Mike from the employment office. You decide to let him be and continue to search for the leaky pipe.
The dripping grows louder as you approach and you think you can spot it in the back of a janitor's closet. The light is blown so you retrieve your cell and turn on the flashlight. As you approach you notice the dripping water is much darker than expected. It's... Red? Your pulse feels like it halts when you prod it with your finger and realize it's a dark crimson syrupy substance. Blood.
You follow the drops to their source and it seems to be a discarded mascot of the diner. You tug on the chest place out of curiosity and it seems to fall right off. You release an intense, guttural scream of pure fear when you recognize the mangled, crumpled body stuffed into the sharp inner workings of the mascot.
You continue to wail as you run out of the closet and straight toward the back door.
"Y/N!" Steve calls after you with a loud, stern, angry voice. You've never heard anyone so livid. It's as if for the first time since he saw you he wasn't already aware of your next move. You run until your legs feel like they've caught fire. You reach the back door and quickly learn it's locked and warped shut with age. Mike pokes his head out of the security office confused and half asleep. As Steve passes by, he demands Mike return to his duties and slams the office door shut.
"You need to come back here right now, Y/N!" He calls, menacingly. You're certain you know too much now. He could get away with forcing you into sexual ecstasy, but there's no way he'd keep you silent about murder. If he catches you, you're done for.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" You scream as you slam your entire body weight against the metal double doors. Finally, with one last heave, you fly through the exit. The hard thud of you hitting the bare ground knocks the wind out of your lungs. You're temporarily stunned as you gasp for air that won't fill your chest no matter how hard you try. Steve is dangerously close now. You force yourself to your feet and bolt into the woods surrounding Freddy's. You barely make it 10 feet before Steve wraps a strong fist in your flowing hair.
You scream again as you're yanked backward by the head. Steve pulls you into him. You can feel the heavy breathing of his chest pressed against your back. One hand holds one of your arms back while his other arm is wrapped painfully around your neck, cutting off your air supply.
"What the fuck, Y/N?" Steve hisses in your ear.
"Let me go! You're fucking insane, let me go!" You fight and squirm, but nothing works. Nothing frees you from this torment.
"Stay where the fuck I tell you to stay and you won't see things you aren't supposed to see!"
"You-" you try to continue hurling insults at him, but you're choking out at this point. Your knees go weak as you teeter on the cusp of consciousness. Steve throws you on the ground. You land hard on the dirt and debris of the forest, scraping up your face and arms. He's quick to climb on top of you, pressing his pelvis against your ass to pin you down. It's hard not to notice the growing bulge he's grinding against you.
"Steve, please!" You beg and all he does is laugh at your pathetic pleas.
"Shut up!" He slams your face into the leaves and dirt while his other hand starts working on his pants. He quickly shoots a hand up your skirt and excuses your panties to the side before painfully forcing himself inside you. Once he's started thrusting into you at an impossible pace, he takes both of your arms behind your back, rendering you helpless. "Look at you, look at who you belong to."
"No!" You try to kick him away, but his broad frame is too strong. You grow weaker and more tired by the minute. The fear and lack of prep for sex this rough causes a sharp pain that only accelerates the growth of your orgasm. Tears fall down your face causing nature to cling to your cheeks.
Mike can see all of this happening from the outside security cameras, but the office door won't budge after Steve slams it. Mike does everything he can, not giving up, but certainly not succeeding either.
"You're mine, Y/N. Look at what I can do to you any time I want. I know where you live. I watch you sleep." Steve rambles on between thrusts as his anger and climax begin to build.
"Hey! Get off of her!" Mike yells from the office, trying to distract or deter or anything that might help you, but he can't be heard from so far away.
"Say it. Say you're mine," Steve huffs as he holds back his climax.
"No!" You sob, fighting yours just as hard.
"Say it or you'll be the next body I crush in the fucking suit, Y/N." He grits his teeth, rutting into you like he has no control over it.
"I- I'm... Yours. I'm yours," you sob in defeat and Steve releases inside of you. His breathing is heavy in your ear as you feel his cock twitch inside you. Steve slides out of your dripping, overfilled pussy and stands to fasten his belt.
"That's strike two, Y/N. Don't make me regret hiring you. Get the fuck back inside." You shakily do as he says. Your weak legs irritate your abused hole with each hobbling step. As you pass by the security office door, Mike stares at you in horror. The debris still covers your face and body. There are scratches and scrapes all over you. You look like you've seen a ghost, but Steve... Steve is fine. Mike can't look away until you're completely out of his field of view.
Back in Steve's workspace, you stare at the wall. A thousand-yard stare. Steve sits back and admires his handiwork. Though you're in a state of shock, he considers you fucked into submission. He's not entirely wrong. You feel a tear drip from your chin.
"Don't be so dramatic. I'm not paying you just to sit there," Steve says, mostly as some sort of inside joke meant just for him, but you attempt to work anyway. You begin to organize the papers on the long work desk when you notice a series of sketches for a new animatronic that seems to resemble you. The dates go back much further than when you first met Steve. How long has he been watching me? You wonder. Your stomach drops as you imagine the mangled state of your own body to be crammed into a robot of this stature.
"Don't go running off again, Y/N. I'll always catch you." He wraps his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. You swallow the lump in your throat before organizing the concept sketches into a folder and placing them in their proper filing cabinet.
All you can do now is hope so badly that he'll never need them.
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flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, Kรถnig, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off togetherโ€ฆ
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๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐Š๐’ ๐๐„๐‹๐Ž๐๐† ๐“๐Ž ๐•๐ˆ๐‹๐’๐Ž๐Ž ยฉ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’. please do not steal my kinktober prompts/works/themes! reposting any of my works outside tumblr that minors can access is strictly prohibited. will be cross posted on my ao3 soon.
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ahsxual ยท 1 year ago
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Dark Sins
Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader (and a little of Stu Macher x Fem!Reader)
Summary: You and Stu have been together for a while now. You didn't like his friend Billy, because in your opinion he meant trouble. But Stu didn't care about it. In fact, it only made him want to hide you from Billy. So when the two of you were at Stu's house and Billy showed up, Stu made you hide yourself in the bathroom... little did you both know that his dad was taking a shower.
Genre: Smut
Warnings: minors don't interact +18, cheating (I don't support this, only wrote it for the fic!!), Stu not being the best boyfriend, implied age gap (reader is on her 20s, William is 50), fingering, oral sex (f&m receiving), squirting, dirty talk, mentions of daddy, chocking, cursing, degrading and humiliation kink, cnc, almost getting caught, perv!William, Dom!William x Sub!Reader
Word Count: 2,8k
Part II & Part III
A/N: In this fic, William is Stu Macher's father. I just love this idea, so I decided to write this crossover. I haven't written for so long, so I'm sorry for any mistakes or the low quality fic. I missed writing for you guys, so here I am! I'm trying my best <33
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You and Stu Macher had been together for a few weeks now. He was your crush since you met him last year, and things developed over time, specially after one of his parties. You guys had sex in his bedroom at one of his parties, and let's just say it was the best fuck you guys ever had. The adrenaline running through your veins from the alcohol, the passion between you two and the risk of getting caught by one of your friends was too much. You were extremely happy when, after a couple of months, he wanted to make it official. It was like a dream coming true... I mean, who wouldn't want to be Stu Macher's girlfriend? But like in all relationships, nothing is completely perfect... and when you met his best friend Billy, you couldn't help but hate the guy. He had this creepy look whenever he looked at you both and you talked about it with Stu. Apparently the guy hated you too, so Stu decided to hide you from him. Like, literally.
It pissed you off even more. How can your boyfriend prefer his best friend over you?? The PDA between the two of you didn't exist anymore whenever Billy was around, and that hurted you. So today, you decided to go talk about this with Stu.
"Hey... can we talk?" you asked Stu when he opened his house's door for you. He already knew what you wanted to talk about, so he rolled his eyes and let you enter his house.
"Sure babe, come in." he said in fake excitement, which annoyed you to no end. How can he still think it's your fault and there's nothing wrong with what he's doing... or better, allowing others to do. It's like he cares way too much about what Billy thinks or not. What a weird relationship they have...
You both went to his room for some privacy, since his dad was at home. Talking about the man, there was something strange, maybe even creepy about him too. He barely talks to you or says anything at all, always busy with work on the few times he's at home. However, his intense eyes always seemed to analyze your body like a predator analyzes its prey. At least, that's how you felt. And it sent shivers down your spine every single time, for whatever reason unknown to you.
"So... I assume you already know what I want to talk about with you..." you were the first one to break the ice, since you and Stu have had been silent for a few minutes now. You shouldn't be feeling so nervous and you didn't want to bother Stu, but things had to be talked about when something bothers you. Communication is the key for a good relationship and that's what you decided to do.
"Yeah, I think I do." Stu seemed way too relaxed for your liking, his arms supporting his body onto his bed like he didn't care how this conversation would end.
"Can you just pretend that you care about how I'm feeling instead of like, running away? Because that's what it looks like you're doing and it annoys me, Stu. Deeply." you shouted at Stu, your patience disappearing by each second. But when he looked at you with those hungry eyes, you immediately knew what he wanted to do. Again. Every single time.
"Come on babe, we can do so many interesting things instead of arguing, don't you think? You look so fucking hot when you're mad at me." a large smirk was planted on his face, before he pushed you down onto his bed, his tall and lean body over yours while he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and pinned them on the bed. He started sucking and kissing your neck, while his free hand grabbed your tits hard, making you moan.
"Stop it Stu, we have to talk about..." you tried to sound serious, but the truth was that you forgot what you wanted to talk about in the first place. You couldn't resist Stu: he had that power over you, and even tho you hated it sometimes, it was simultaneously the thing you loved about him the most. The way he made you weak to your knees by a simple touch. You felt like you were in heaven for a few minutes, before Stu's phone started ringing. You both looked at it annoyed, and when you thought you couldn't be more bothered, you saw Billy's name on it. Stu immediately got up, before sending you an apologetic look.
"Hey man, what's up?" Stu's face went from excitement to fear in a second, and you looked at him asking mentally what happened. "Yeah sure, just give me a sec." and then Stu hung up the call.
"What happened? What did he want?" your tone was a little bit harsh towards Stu, but you couldn't control it. What did Billy possibly want this time??
"I'm sorry baby, but... Billy is actually on my doorstep. He's outside and needs to talk to me... like right now." you could tell your boyfriend was feeling bad for interrupting your intimate moment, but he still didn't say no to Billy.
"You're kidding me, right? Does he know that I'm with you? Can't you tell him that??"
"Come on y/n, just cooperate with me! It will be fast I promise, just..." he paused for a second, before grabbing your arm and taking you to the bathroom. "Just stay here for a minute, okay? Don't come out until I tell you so! Love ya!" he then kissed you and put you inside of his bathroom way too quickly to realized that it might be occupied...
"Wtf!" you shouted quietly, visibly pissed off by the ridiculous situation you were put in. How could Stu do this to me?? Hiding his own girlfriend, because his friend didn't like me? You thought. When you were walking backwards, you didn't even realized that the bathroom was in fact, occupied. By your boyfriend's father.
"Shit!!" you screamed when you collided with a strong, bare and wet chest. When you turned around, you couldn't believe your eyes. It was your boyfriend's father, William Afton, completely naked with just a towel around his hips. You stared a little too long to his tall, nice built body for his age, before you closed your curious eyes. "Omg, I'm so so sorry Mr. Afton, I didn't- this is all that asshole's fault!" you whispered to yourself the last part, referring to Billy. Well, in reality it was Stu's fault, but you didn't want to think about it that way.
"May I know why you haven't left yet? Seems like you're enjoying being here... in my presence." William's tone was serious and his eyes roamed all over your body, since you were wearing a short dress. If you weren't feeling so embarrassed, you could tell that he was in fact teasing you.
"I-I can't Mr. Afton... Stu doesn't want me to get out of here... I don't know what to do... well, on second thought, I should probably go." you never felt so embarrassed in our entire life. You didn't know if you should leave and go against your boyfriend's stupid request, or if you should just stay there being confronted by Mr. Afton lustful eyes and semi-naked body. This was his opportunity, he thought. Just the two of you... alone.
He wanted to show you how much his son didn't deserve you. He wanted to show you who could be a real man to you. Someone who didn't refuse to pleasure you like his son did to you just now, even though you could be caught. What you didn't know, was how long William have been desiring you. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to be with you and make you forget about his son only with his dick. To prove to you that you didn't know real pleasure until he fucked you until you're begging for his mercy.
"Who said you're getting out of here, huh?" how dumb and innocent you are, he thought. Thinking that now that everything was according to his plan, you could escape him. It made him laugh, actually.
"I-I don't understand, sir..." your back was against the bathroom door, not allowing you to escape his slow approach towards your small body compared to his. The moment you called him sir made his cock harder, and when you noticed it through the thin towel, you gasped loudly not just by the unknown effect you had on him, but at the size of it. It was huge and you could tell that it was thicker than Stu's dick.
He noticed you staring at his cock and smirked at your reaction. He knew deep down you wanted him too. You naughty, dumb slutty girl. He suddenly approached you faster, not even caring about the fact that his towel fell on the ground, leaving him completely naked in front of you and showing you his dick fully erected because of you. Before you tried to say something, he covered your mouth with his big hand.
"Shhh. Don't say a single fucking word, you understand me? You don't want my son to find out that you're about to get fucked by his father, now would you?" his voice was deep and low, and you could hear the lust in it. You felt scared. Terrified actually, for what was about to happen. But then, you felt something that betrayed your mind. Your panties were dripping and your clit was throbbing, wanting desperately to be touched. All of a sudden, you heard the door being locked by William.
"Please Mr. Afton, I-I don't want to cheat on Stu, please..." you were so desperate not to sin, since you're completely against cheating. But it seemed like you had no choice... and the worst of it, was that you couldn't deny how much attracted you felt to the older man. By this point, you didn't know if you were talking to William or to yourself. Suddenly, you felt William's cock against you, hard and desperate for your attention.
"Too late for that, bunny. I'm gonna teach you how a real man can pleasure a sweet thing like you... don't lie to yourself. You want this as much as I do." he suddenly grabbed your hand and put it on his hard cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You started to jerk him off, not being able to stop since he was controlling your movements. "That's it, you dirty slut. Now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock." William forcedly grabbed your hair and pushed you to your knees, making you gasp in pain. He then opened your mouth and shoved his dick in, making you gag around him.
You started to suck him off since you had no option but to obey, before he pushed you back by your hair and took your dress and bra off, leaving you only in your panties.
"Don't worry, I'll rip them out soon." the older man promised before he pushed you against his cock again. After a few minutes, he felt himself almost reaching his limit, so he pushed you back once again, this time for good. He then grabbed you and put you onto the long bathroom vanity, before tearing your white panties in one move.
"Mr. Afton! Those were my favorite panties!" you were shocked by his rough action, realizing that when he said something, he would do it. William laughed at your face, realizing that you and Stu apparently never had real fun.
"If you behave and cum for me, maybe I'll give you new ones for Christmas." he promised before circling your extremely sensitive clit. You moaned loudly, so he quickly covered your mouth once again. "What a dirty fucking whore you are. Can't keep your mouth shut while being fingered by a man old enough to be your father... leaving aside the fact that it's actually your boyfriend's father too." he degraded you, before shoving 2 long and thick fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust to him. His movements were cruel and faster than any man you had ever been with before, making you cum in a few minutes.
"Fuck Mr. Afton, I'm gonna cum!! Please s-stop!" you didn't know why you were pleading him to stop if you didn't want to. Maybe you thought that if you didn't cum, maybe it wasn't real cheating... How stupid you were to think that. Obviously there was no going back now.
"You're fucking dripping, bunny. Look at my fingers, fucking you so easily and being all drenched in your cum. You should be ashamed of yourself, you fucking slut. I bet my son never made you cum so fast and hard." and those degrading words, which were the truth even tho you didn't want to admit it, were enough to make you orgasm. Hard. The way Mr. Afton humiliated and deprived you to breath properly with his hand covering your mouth and nose, was all you needed to squirt onto his big hand. Your moan was muffled by William's hand, otherwised Stu and Billy would hear you without any doubt.
"Oh fuck..." you said once you looked at the mess you made. William's fingers and cock were drenched in your cum, and he hadn't even fucked you with his cock yet. "I'm so sorry Mr. Afton-" your apology was completely ignored and immediately replaced by a loud gasp from you when William opened your legs and licked your cunt like he was a starved man. His tongue expertly sucked your wet clit before he fucked your hole with his long tongue. He continued to suck on your clit and fuck your hole just the way you loved, when suddenly you heard Stu's voice. You wanted to scream from fear of being caught in such a vulnerable, embarassing position and act, but William knew you too well already, so he put his hand over your mouth before you could make any sound and continued his attack on your dripping pussy.
"Wait man!" you heard Stu saying to Billy. Apparently, Billy wanted to go to the bathroom, but Stu stopped him just in time. "You should go to the bathroom downstairs. I took a shit on that one before you arrived." if you weren't in this situation, where your boyfriend's dad was eating you out like a madman, you would have laughed at the poor excuse that your boyfriend came up with. However, you were too focused on cumming again, this time on William's mouth since he didn't stop fucking your cunt with his tongue the whole time. Oh, that mouth... you definitely wouldn't forget it. It even looked like somehow, William did want to get caught to prove his son that he could make you cum harder and faster. That even if he was older, he was better nonetheless.
You started to feel your second orgasm approaching. "Fuck Mr. Afton, I'm gonna fucking cum again." you didn't know why would you tell him that or why you were saying it out loud, if you felt ashamed about all of this.
"Come on, babygirl. Cum for daddy one more time, squirt all over my face." and that was it. Somehow you managed to squirt once again, this time on William's face. Even tho it wasn't as much as before, you still covered his face and mouth with your cum. "Good girl. I know you could do it. You're being so nice for me, just one more time." when he said that last part, you looked at him with wide eyes.
"I-I can't anymore sir, please..." you were breathless and covered in sweat from his actions. He suddenly grabbed your neck and chocked you enough to make it difficult to breath.
"Yes you can, and you'll do it for me." for the first time, you were scared of him. Scared about what he could possibly do to you and the fact that you could be caught anytime now. He lined his big cock against your overstimulated pussy, ready to fuck and destroy you, before you both heard Stu's voice again.
"Alright man, see ya later! Don't forget to bring my things tomorrow!" Stu said before closing the front door downstairs, saying goodbye to Billy. You looked desperately at William, and even if he wanted to destroy you right there and then and couldn't care less if Stu caught you both fucking, he didn't want you to be in big trouble. You and William started to hear Stu's footsteps, so William took your damaged panties with him, grabbed his towel from the ground to cover himself up and got ready to go to his bedroom before Stu came in and saw you two together.
"Get yourself presentable. You don't wanna look like you just had been fucked, right? Next time bunny, I'll make sure there's no one to interrupt us. Prepare that tight and sweet pussy of yours." he said in a serious and cold tone, like he didn't just say the most sinful thing to you. Before he left, he smelled deeply your ripped and drenched panties and stuffed them inside his mouth.
And there you were. Left alone naked, covered in sweat and cum and thinking about how William's cock would feel deep inside of you, ripping you apart.
And that's when reality hit you and slapped you hard in the face. You just cheated on your boyfriend with his own fucking father.
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forherheart ยท 1 year ago
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itโ€™s been so long - william afton [intro]
pairing: william afton x fem!bodied reader
warnings: smut, degradation, dub-con, non-con, use of alcohol, use of drugs, abuse, age gap, underage
summary: hurricane, utah was a relatively quiet city. home of young new families and older generations looking to spend their final days in peace. that was until a new family eatery opened right in the heart of the town.
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the aftonโ€™s were a handsome family consisting of five members who each came with their own quirks.
there was evan. a young boy who had dark sandy hair and hazel eyes. he could always be seen with his stuffie in the crook of his arm as if the yellow bear had been his protector.
the aftonโ€™s only daughter was a young lady named elizabeth, she was just as precious as the meaning of her name. she resembled her mother in more ways than one with long golden hair and piercing green eyes.
their final child had been given the name michael. michael was an irritable teenager who strongly resembled his father though he never got along with the man. he sported disheveled long brown hair and brown eyes just like his younger brother.
there was then of course the woman who tied the whole family together; a petite woman named clara who stood just a mere five feet tall with short blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders. she was a bubbly woman; quite the opposite of her husband.
last but certainly not least was the patriarch of it allโ€ฆwilliam afton. the lanky man stood almost a foot and a half taller than his wife. he styled his dark brown hair slicked back with stubble to match.
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william afton was a proud man. ever since he was young he was taught to never ask for help and to never show any sign of weakness. this helped him very much as he struggled his way through school but ended up as one of the most successful graduates.
william and clara got married young once they found out they were pregnant with their first child. they married in a courthouse and very soon after moved from the outsides of south hampton, england to a small city in utah.
the pair hadnโ€™t known anyone so when william went to work for a semi threatening manufacturing factory clara stayed at home spending almost every day with little to no adult contact.
william left for work at five in the morning, he left the house quietly completely disregarding his wife of any affection and clocked in around five-thirty. william left for the bar after work at five-thirty. working twelve hours days was demanding and hard to do but it beat staying home with his newborn.
william typically spent the rest of his nights at a dingy bar just a few blocks away from the home that occupied the two members of his family. william would drink himself silly almost every single day and eventually head home around two oโ€™clock in the morning. until one day.
william hadnโ€™t even made half his way through a tall glass of gin when he heard the boisterous voice of what he would to know as his business partner; henry emily.
emily was a jolly man. he had rosey cheeks and flaxen messy hair that fell across his forehead. he was a meaty man who showed a certain amount of confidence that william had been looking for in a confident. so, when the man sat just a few seats next to him in a bar he had all the intentions to start up a conversation with him.
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tomboy24-7 ยท 3 months ago
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Hey there, dear friends! Welcome to my Masterlist
Iโ€™ll be taking requests, so ASK AWAY FELLOW AUDIENCE!! ๏ผˆโ˜ ีžเจŠ ีž๏ผ‰โ˜
Iโ€™ll write for Male/Female/Gender neutral Readers, so itโ€™s fine!
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Characters I will write for:
Alastor (Demon and Human)
Dr. Masacrisk
Stu Macher
Five Hargreeves (fuck you, Lila)
William Afton
Marshall Lee (Vampire and Human)
Colby Brock I think
Jack Sparrow I think
FNaF Sun and Moon (Robot and Human)
The Joker (I mostly like Dark Knight but Iโ€™ll try to make it sound general if ya want)
Newt Scamander I think (most likely)
TOH Hunter (Iโ€™m not 18+ donโ€™t worry)
Rocky Rickaby
Ticci Toby
Jason Dean/J.D.
Alan Orion (regular and ranger and other AUs)
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Keys: I think thatโ€™s what theyโ€™re called
Platonic
Fluff
Suggestive
Smut? Idk, still debating that
Angst? Idk, still debating that
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Things I wonโ€™t write for:
Incest (if theyโ€™re blood-related, definitely wonโ€™t be writing for it)
Rape
Pedophilia
Etc, you get the gist (Iโ€™ll probably put more if I can think of more)
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If I donโ€™t answer your ask fast enough, itโ€™s either b/c Iโ€™m writing for another story or Iโ€™m working on your ask, but I will answer your ask by the reassurance of telling you that I will work on it/am working on it. All I ask for is patience
(I wrote this in one night past 4:00 AM and now itโ€™s 7:19 AM, holy shit, Iโ€™m tired)
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l1tw1ck ยท 2 years ago
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Coveting
top!father-in-law william afton x bottom!ftm reader
โ†ณ W.C: 1,065
Words Used for Reader: Hole, Sex, T-Dick
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โ†ณ [Event Request] | No AFAB Language Used
โ†ณ Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's
CW: Non-Con, Touching, Fingering, Groping, Threats, Face Fucking, Creampie
Reader Discretion is Advised
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It hasn't been too long since you married Michael Afton, and you've definitely noticed the weird looks your father-in-law William's been giving you since then. You live with Michael's entire family, so you have no choice but to be around his father regardless of how uncomfortable he makes you.
The way his hands would linger on your body for a moment too long or the way he'd 'accidentally' walk in on you moments before you shower. Thanks to the lock that mysteriously broke one day, you have no defense against the man entering the bathroom next to yours and Michael's room. Of all bathrooms, he always wants to use that one. You know he likes you but you have no intention of letting him go anywhere with you. You're married and he's much older than you, hooking up with him is the last thing you want to do.
You haven't told anyone about his inappropriate behavior since you assumed it wouldn't go any further than it had already gone.
But it did.
You were watching TV by yourself, thinking you were going to be home alone for once. But unfortunately, the door opened to reveal your father in law.
He smiled at you and sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around you. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. Maybe he won't be weird today, that's what you hoped.
Your hopes meant nothing. He shushed you as his other hand snuck down underneath your shorts and underwear, running two of his fingers up your sex. โ€œStay still.โ€ He whispered.
You didn't move, purely out of fear.
He fingered you until he managed to make you come, which surprised you since you were so scared. He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, tasting your cum with a smile on his face.
You thought maybe he'd stop at that, since he never tried to do it again.
But once again, you were wrong.
You wake up, in bed alone while your husband is working, to the feeling of your covers being pulled away, causing your eyes to shoot open. The moonlight illuminates the culprit, William.
"What are you doing?" You grab the blankets to cover yourself back up.
"Shh, be quiet." He rips the blankets away from you.
You open your mouth to scream but he covers your mouth, his other hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife. "Don't you dare."
Your breath hitches, heart racing in fear.
"You're going to stay still and let me touch you, okay, love? Don't fight back." He puts the knife back in his pocket.
You shiver in disgust, letting him run his hands along your body, his hands groping you softly. William sighs lovingly as his hand moves in between your legs, touching you through your boxers. "It's like you were created to tease me."
You try not to move away, afraid of making a wrong move.
"I never imagined coveting my son's husband." He chuckles, pulling his pants down and bringing out his hard length. He moves your head to face his cock, the tip pressing against your lips. You look up at him with pleading eyes but all that does is turn him on even more.
"Open." He commands. You shakily open up your mouth, allowing him to slip his cock inside. William groans, gently thrusting in and out of your mouth. You lay limp, knowing there's nothing good that'll come out of fighting him. Don't bring fists to a knife fight as they say.
He speeds up, fucking your mouth aggressively. Tears fall down your cheeks as he abuses your throat, thrusting with unusual vigor for a man his age.
The both of you are thankful you don't gag when he hits the back of your throat, more pleasure for him and less fear of getting him mad for you.
He pulls out before he comes, edging himself in favor of lasting longer. "Good boy." He praises, climbing onto the bed. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long...you won't tell anyone about this, right, sweetheart?"
You hesitate.
"Answer me." He pulls your boxers off.
"I won't..."
"Good." William grins as he takes out his hard length and shoves it inside you, throwing his head back and groaning. Your hole feels better than your mouth, he marvels.
"Hu- hurts-" You hiss.
"Is my cock too big for you, baby?" He smirks, bottoming out and tracing his finger along the bulge in your stomach.
You only turn to the side, an expression of discomfort on your face.
William lets out a satisfied groan before slowly sliding in and out, savoring the feeling of being inside you.
You look up at the older man, feeling a terrifying and twisted mix of discomfort and pleasure.
"I know Michael fails to please you properly, or at all." William shakes his head. "If I were him, I'd keep this tight hole of yours nice and full every night."
It's true, you rarely have sex with Michael but your relationship isn't about that. However, you didn't realize how much you needed this until now.
William thrusts into your sex like he can't get enough of you, like he's been deprived of something he never had in the first place. "Good boy- such a good boy for me." He leans into your neck and nips at the skin, tempted to bite and claim you. He doesn't want to start problems with Michael. Yet.
To make up for not being able to sink his teeth into your neck, he instead brings you into a rough and sloppy kiss. You kiss back, allowing yourself to feel good.
He moves his hand down to stroke your t-dick, bringing you to an orgasm. William moans into your mouth, loving the way you feel when you come on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm, still jerking you off.
"Mm.." He pulls away from the kiss, a disgusting yet attractive grin growing on his face. His thrusts start to get sloppier. "I'm close, sweetheart." He says breathlessly.
You can only moan in response, letting him have his way. It's not long before you feel him pumping his load inside you. The amount feels like too much for an average person.
"I'll help you bathe, darling." He slides out of you and carries you to the bathroom bridal style.
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jokeringcutio ยท 1 year ago
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Explore: Chapter 3 is up : (Reader x William Afton, dark romance; William is not a nice guy)
It's been over a year since William got his hands on you, and you thought that going on a little urbex trip with the classmate you are crushing on would be a good idea. Guess where he takes you... This fic is rated Explicit for Mature audiences only and contains dark material, including Murder & Non-con/dub-con. Read full tags on AO3. Tags get updated as the story evolves.
Want something more vanilla (or have a different Afton x Reader idea?) I am open for prompts.
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exchangelfics ยท 2 years ago
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FANFIC MASTERLIST โ˜†
NOTE: i'm not in some of these fandoms anymore lolol. will update whenever i write a new fic ! excuse the horrible colour coordination
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CLASSICAL MUSIC RPF
an arrangement for voice and piano- beethoven/schubert
a poet and his pianist- franz von schober/franz schubert
and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- amadeus! salieri/mozart
chopin and liszt at mcdonalds- no ships
and teach you how to be a holy cow- beethoven/schubert
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BATMAN
deftly- dano!riddler/fem! reader
house of flies- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler
how the tables turn- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler
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RAMMSTEIN
liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy!flake
hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader
crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader
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DELTARUNE
something about you- rouxls kaard/gn!reader
o holy knight- multiship series, abandoned
stargirl interlude- rouxls kaard/fem!reader
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CLASSICALOID
sardanapalo- liszt/fem!reader
down once more- mozart/schubert/beethoven, poto au
let's get mischievous (and polyamorous)- multiship, unfinished series
blasphemie- multiship, unfinished series, 3/6 chapters
variations- headcanon series, beethoven/reader so far
on a cold night by moonlight- chopin/schubert
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OTHER FANDOMS
FNAF masquerade- ballora/springtrap, william afton/clara afton
BLUEYCAPSULES chicken tikka masala- william afton/gn!reader
DINOVERSE- so anxious- dr. albert krueger/gn! reader
OKJA- top 10 cool facts!!!- jay/gn!reader
HETALIA- god save the queen's jewels- no ships, crackfic
AMADEUS- and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- mozart/salieri
SPIDERMAN- schokolade- doc ock/fem! reader
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afticxs ยท 5 months ago
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TWILIGHT GEARS chapter four
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your father has left you a crypt to follow. if youโ€™re smart enough to understand what he left you, youโ€™ll find out more than you intended.
cw, light gore
michael had trouble catching up to you with your quick and eager footsteps. he watched as you turned around infront of a door and waited for him to catch up.
โ€œokay, what youโ€™re about to see is..โ€ you trailed off, trying to find a word to describe it. michael piped up for you fucked? but you cringed at the usage of such profanity, โ€œmessed up.โ€
your dad hated using curse words around you. you heard him all the time when he rambled in his office about a failed project, but he didnโ€™t want to raise a daughter who cussed all the time.
the boy smirked, โ€œhit me.โ€
you tilted your head, blinking a couple times, โ€œum.. what?โ€
โ€œitโ€™s an expression,โ€ he deadpanned, โ€œshow me whatโ€™s in there.โ€
nodding, your hand twisted the key in the lock and michael watched as you pushed open the door. you stepped aside for him to enter first and he obliged, striding in and looking around.
โ€œitโ€™s.. a study room,โ€ he blinked, not looking particularly impressed. you studied how his neck stretched as his head rotated and suddenly his eyes were on yours.
โ€œyes, but there things in here thatโ€™s messed up,โ€ you explained, walking past michael and moving the chair so you could get to the drawer. he went back to analysing his surroundings while you went for the file.
would he think you were just as much as a freak as he thought your dad was if you told him? all the doubts were settling in as your trembling hand froze in the air.
you had to take your free hand and wrap it around your wrist to attempt to soothe your nerves. clearing your throat, you asked michael, โ€œwould.. would you think differently of me if i showed you this?โ€
โ€œare you going to pull out a murder weapon and gut me?โ€ the boy joked, turning to you. alarmed, you shook your head frantically, โ€œthen no, i wonโ€™t.โ€
taking a deep breath in and out, you opened the drawer and took the file out in swift motion. you held it out to michael who took it and followed your actions as you sat on the floor, cross legged.
he mirrored your form as he read through the file. you could tell when he looked at the pictures, his eyes widening while his fingers picked at the small squares. michaelโ€™s eyes drifted down the page, sympathy swirling in his eyes. he then looked back up at the layered pictures, picking the one of your heart from under the top one and the paperclip.
michaelโ€™s eyes scanned it multiple times, like he was trying to somewhat get used to what he was seeing. you watched as he put it down, closing the file.
โ€œwow,โ€ he breathed, looking at your solemn gaze, โ€œhow are you alive?โ€
truth be told, michael was interested in how this worked. your heart was being pumped by machinery to keep it functioning. not only that, but everything about you was a mystery. not even your โ€˜dadโ€™ knew much.
your exhale turned into a short laugh of relief, he didnโ€™t think you were weird!
โ€œi.. i donโ€™t know..โ€ your head turned, โ€œi tried to log into his computer for something or anything that might tell me more than the file but, i donโ€™t know the password.โ€
โ€œhave you tried password?โ€ michael asked, humorously, standing up and extending his hand to help you up. you took it, nodding, โ€œi did.โ€
the boy looked around again, โ€œmaybe your dad hid a clue somewhere in the room.. maybe he wanted this to be a game.โ€
you huffed, crossing your arms, โ€œitโ€™s not a very fun one..โ€
โ€œgood thing iโ€™m here to play it with you,โ€ michael smirked, brushing his fingers along your dadโ€™s desk. there was another folder of just paperwork on there. flipping it open, michael flicked through he stack of papers like you would to a book, โ€œhave you gone through his paperwork?โ€
shaking your head, you looked over michaelโ€™s shoulder as he moved the papers aside one at a time. you watched as he split the papers in half and gave you a side to look through.
taking a seat back on the floor, you looked through his documents. a lot of them were just paperwork for the emergency room he worked at. however, you noticed a few papers in the stack that were addressed to a street in germany.
you recognised it well.
your dad got his medical degree in heidelberg back in 1970 and then came to america for better opportunities. income wasnโ€™t the best after a world war, even with a hefty workload.
you read through it, it was fairly innocent. just a few scrapped letters to old friends and teachers back in his home country. this one was addressed to the university itself, so you guessed it was to an old teacher. you managed to translate it, catching the work mrs a few times in there.
โ€œdefinitely to a teacher..โ€ you mumbled, moving the paper to the side.
โ€œfuck..โ€ michael grumbled, swinging in the chair like a stroppy child. you turned around as the boy waved the page in the air. tilting your head, you asked michael what was wrong.
โ€œwhatโ€™s wrong is this language!โ€ michael grunted, making you chuckle. you extended your hand, โ€œitโ€™s german. my dadโ€™s not from here.โ€
you watched as michael clicked his tongue, โ€œah.โ€
โ€œpass them,โ€ you requested, โ€œmy dad taught me how to read it.โ€
in total, there were eight rough copies of letters that were written in your fatherโ€™s native language. you skimmed over them briefly before sighing, your back slouching in defeat. not noting the rustling behind you, you groaned, โ€œweโ€™re not going to find anything!โ€
once you buried your face in your hands, michael hummed, โ€œy/n, thereโ€™s a sticky note here that i canโ€™t read.โ€
perking up, you eagerly asked for it. it got passed to you and you looked at it.
โ€œschau dir die fetten zahlen an, mein herz,โ€ you copied just above a whisper. michael raised a brow, โ€œwhat does that mean?โ€
โ€œlook at the bold numbers, my heart..โ€ you reiterated in english this time. you smiled, โ€œmy dad called me his heart a lot, โ€˜was a harmless nickname.โ€
you gathered the letters and scanned each of them for numbers. michael had dropped down next to you, examining your progress.
your brows tightened, โ€œwhere are the numbers?โ€
in your peripheral vision, you saw michael turn to you like you were slightly dumb. his finger stretched to the top right corners to each of the eight pages, โ€œthe dates. i think i saw a bold three in there.โ€
you smiled, thanking him and looking at all of the dates. there were, infact, bold numbers. you gasped, gathering a three, an eight, two ones, a two, a zero, and a nine.
โ€œso, what is that then?โ€ michael tutted, rolling his eyes but you shushed him, โ€œcan you, uh, get me the file please, the one about me?โ€
โ€œuh, yeah.. yes i can,โ€ michael leant back and stretched his arm up to the desk, patting around for the file before snatching it off.
handing it to you, you smirked, โ€œitโ€™s the date on the file.โ€
standing up once more, you placed yourself in the chair and tapped in the password. you squealed, clapping your hands, โ€œmichael, we did it!โ€
smiling at you, he nodded, โ€œyou did most of it.โ€
now, it was michaelโ€™s turn to watch from over your shoulder. to him, it was a fairly boring discovery because nothing was in it. apart from another secret message in green.
suchen sie im bรผcherregal in der mittleren reihe nach vhs-massetten..
โ€œlook for vhs tapes on the bookshelf for me please,โ€ you asked sweetly, looking at michael, โ€œmiddle row.โ€
โ€œgotcha boss,โ€ he winked as he did earlier, moving to the front of the shelf, โ€œerm, itโ€™s just books?โ€
you glared at him, โ€œactually move them, they arenโ€™t going to be in plain sight.โ€
โ€œright, right! sorry..โ€ michael rubbed his neck, raising his spare hand to move the books. dull plastic on wood caught his attention as he pulled the book off of the shelf. there were perfectly shaped rectangles to make room for the tapes. he pulled a few more times, only coming out with three.
you thanked him, slipping the first one in. long story short, your heart itself was fragile, it canโ€™t handle intense emotions. it was explaining how you werenโ€™t his to take, he stole you from your place in the morgue, restarted your heart and made it look like you were a patient. before long, he stole you from your room and covered up his tracks. at first you were an experiment to prove that his ideas werenโ€™t a lost cause, however with time he grew to love you like his own child. in the last thirty seconds, your dad mentioned looking down in the basement for more information because he didnโ€™t believe that he would still be alive to tell you himself. but he doubts he wouldโ€™ve said anything anyways. it seemed fairly recent.
the second tape included his paranoia. it was clearly dark when your dad talked about prying eyes in an oddly complicated yet poetic way. how karma was barking at him, ready to bite him at any given moment. how a stranger with a weird vibe to him struck up a conversation about mechanics. something about creating life. it felt like he knew and was out to get his daughter, meaning you. your father was erratic, his accent becoming thicker with each stressed word. it ended abruptly.
the third was a much older one with an immediate close up of your cut through chest. you and michael both jerked away, you covering your eyes and michael exclaiming multiple disgusted oh god!โ€™s
it was a really short clip, just heavy breathing, a lot of blood and soft crying in the background. it finished with your dad saying that he couldnโ€™t do it.
when the tape ejected, the two of you looked at the label on it. it said i did it. you looked at each other, completely grossed out.
โ€œfuck, fuck..โ€ michael dragged a hand down his face, โ€œyour dad is insane!โ€
you looked at michael, appalled and saddened, your mouth open and your eyes watering, โ€œn-no.. i, i donโ€™t..! heโ€™s not bad.. i donโ€™t get it..โ€
you just looked defeatedly at michael as he listed things on his fingers, โ€œheโ€™s a criminal, heโ€™s mentally unstable, and he thinks heโ€™s frankenstein! oh my god, what have i gotten myself into..โ€
he regretted saying his words out loud, seeing how you burst into tears again. you were exactly like a small child. but he didnโ€™t dislike you for it, it made you human. proved that you were.
โ€œshit, iโ€™m sorry,โ€ michael apologised profusely, โ€œi keep making you cry, iโ€™m so sorry.โ€
this is what you do michael, you fuck everyone up!
โ€œno, itโ€™s understandable,โ€ you sniffled, โ€œgod, i wouldnโ€™t want to deal with someone elseโ€™s problem if it was this..โ€
โ€œy/n, iโ€™m not going anywhere,โ€ michael confirmed, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, โ€œitโ€™s fucked, messed up. you pre-warned me and i came in here because i want to help you, not for my benefit, for yours!โ€
he pulled you in for an embrace. the two of you remained like that for a few seconds before you pulled away. after thanking him, you shut the computer down.
โ€œare you okay now?โ€ michael asked, squeezing your shoulder with care. you shrugged, โ€œcould be worse..โ€
he chuckled, mindlessly wiping a stray tear from your puffy and irritated face, โ€œokay enough to look in the basement?โ€
you nodded, standing up and gesturing for michael to follow. the basement door was next to the study. you werenโ€™t told necessarily to not go down there, but it gave you the creeps im general, so you chose to avoid it.
michael opened the door for you both and automatically, you grabbed onto his shirt. you muttered how you were scared of the room and never went down into it, so michael happily let you cling to him as you both walked past a point of no return.
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steve-faglan ยท 1 year ago
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Breaking and Entering
Reader x Steve Raglan/ William Afton
TW: NON CON, NON CON, NON CON!!!
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Summary: You and your best friend, Mike decide to break into the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Restaurant to get high and explore the relics of your youth. It's all well and good until you realize you're not the only ones in the building.
PART TWO: HEREโค๏ธ
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William Afton was widely known to be involved in the disappearance of several children during the years that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was open. Because of this, he's renamed himself Steve Raglan and taken on the role of career counselor to ensure a security guard for his life's work.
Not only smart but extremely well coordinated, William navigates the halls and secret passageways of Freddy's today just as swiftly as he did in the 80's.
You'd been to Freddy's back in its glory days. You've seen the animatronics in their prime and even witnessed the tall yellow rabbit mascot that used to walk around, though he creeped you out, so you always steered clear.
Lately, college has been taking a toll on your mental state, so you decide to indulge in some good old-fashioned nostalgia in the form of "innocently" breaking and entering at Freddy's. Mostly you're just looking for a place to smoke a joint and think about anything other than your major you wish you'd switched a year ago.
"Come on, you said you'd go with me. No one's ever there, it's been closed since the fucking 80s, man," you plead with your friend Mike to join you.
"The temp agency just tried to get me to work there!"
"So then there's no security, right?!" You drive a hard bargain or maybe Mike's extremely obvious feelings for you influence all his decisions.
"Alright. I'll be over in 10. I'm putting Abby to bed." He caves and you giggle in victory before hanging up. While waiting for Mike, you roll a few joints, grab your CD player, and slide a lighter into your front pocket. The minutes drag by until you hear Mike's piece of shit car pull into your driveway. You bolt out the door and climb into the vacant passenger seat.
Mike can't help but stare at you for a minute. You're easily the most beautiful person in this town as far as he's concerned, but he can't bring himself to make a move considering his ever-complicated home life.
"Thanks for doing this, dude. School is kicking my ass." You smile at your friend, and he quickly turns away, hoping the night is concealing the blush on his cheeks.
The drive to Freddy's is short and exciting. It's been years since you've seen this place. Mike pulls into the furthest, darkest corner of the parking lot and the two of you devise a plan of entry. At the very back of the building, there are two large loading dock doors. With both you and Mike using all your strength, you get it open just enough to crawl through.
"Jesus Christ, what did I let you talk me into?" Mike coughs away the dust.
"Come on, this way!" You drag him by the arm, the blood in his face rising just from your touch. Anyone with two eyes could see how Mike felt about you, except you.
You and Mike sit on the floor, right in front of the main stage. The four, old robotic humanoid animals still occupy their spots, holding their respective instruments or props. Time has been unkind to them.
You spark up one of the joints and pass it back and forth to Mike. You each share a headphone as you stare into the tall, decrepit ceiling of the restaurant.
"You think the bathrooms here still work?" Mike asks, breaking the peaceful silence.
"Surely they do if they wanted you to work here, right?" You ponder the question further. "Maybe check the ones in the office area." You point to a door that you recall from childhood that leads to the "boring" part of Freddy's. You ended up there by accident and swore you heard screaming, so you never went back.
Mike disappears in pursuit of a restroom, leaving you by yourself on the large, open party floor. You light another joint and stare quizzically at the robots. You become lost in thought thinking about how lonely it must be here, after all this time.
"You've been waiting for an audience, haven't you?" You tilt your head. Mike's taking longer than you anticipated, so you grab the other headphone and place it in your vacant ear. The volume is loud enough for you to imagine the animatronic band playing it. For a moment, everything around you melts away. You close your eyes, reliving a carefree time in your youth.
"Y/N!!!" Mike barrels down the hall. He's sprinting around every corner, tripping and stumbling the whole way in fear and adrenaline. "GET OUT!! GET OUTSIDE!!" He screams, but you can't hear him. You can't hear a thing. Just as he's about to make physical contact with you, he's yanked backward. The large, yellow rabbit that used to freak you out drags Mike behind the kitchen doors before bludgeoning him over the head, knocking him unconscious.
"I thought you couldn't do nights, Micheal?" The rabbit man binds Mike's wrists together and drags him through the same doors as before. He securely fastens his restraints to a support beam and stands. Already a tall man, he towers in the suit. William Afton.
William slowly turns his head, looking right at you. You sit with your back to him, on the far side of the room, closest to the stage. He takes two steps before you glance behind you, wondering where your friend is. Your breath hitches in your chest when you're met with a giant bowtied rabbit. You glance behind him to see Mike's motionless body on the floor. Time's moving too fast to tell if he's alive or not, and you scream again before taking off toward the door.
The rabbit man gestures to the stage and begins to slowly stalk toward you.
"Stay the fuck away from me! What did you do to Mike?"
"I'll do a lot worse if you don't stop fucking screaming!" William's voice is robotic and warped through the automated helmet of the suit. He's inhuman to you. Your mind can't wrap your head around the fact that anyone is in the suit, let alone William Afton himself. You try to silence your wails, but you can't do anything to stop the terrified sobs. All you can do is think about Mike.
"I-Is he dead?" You whimper, in a state of shock.
"Not yet," is all the rabbit says before he advances on you, grabbing you with unnatural strength. Your arms are pinned by your sides and he lifts you off the ground with ease. Kicking and fighting does nothing but bruise you up, but you try regardless. You manage to free one arm, and in your hysteria, you knock the mascot's helmet off his head. The helmet falls with a heavy thud, but it's as if it's muted in the background as you stare at William. He stares back, unfazed by his revealed identity. It almost looks like he's smiling.
"W-W-W-"
"William," he growls before placing his steel-covered hands around your throat while you were too distracted to notice he'd sat you back down. You claw at the lifeless metal and cloth, but slowly, your vision becomes blurry, and then... Nothing.
Mike wakes before you. He recovers quickly as he realizes where he is. He searches for you frantically, but you're nowhere to be found.
"Y/N!" Mike screams, but there's no reply. He's alone in silence for a few minutes before the unmasked rabbit man appears carrying your wilted body. Mike begins to panic. "What did you do to her?!"
"Calm down, Micheal. She's just tired. She's gonna need her energy." William grins, sending a wave of nausea through Mike's stomach. "You should feel lucky, you get to watch." He steps out of the robotic suit revealing clothes similar to the ones he wore when he first met Mike, not long ago.
"Watch what?" Mike raises a brow. William doesn't reply, he just starts cutting the clothes off of your body. "What are you doing?! Don't fucking touch her!"
William laughs at him, licking the entire length of his middle finger and sliding it inside you while he stares at Mike. He continues to play with you, rendering Mike into a livid mess. William shakes his head, amused, continuing with whatever dark plan he's already hatched for the evening.
You have no idea how much time has passed, but eventually, you wake up. You groan as you try to sit up, only to find that you're bound to a tabletop in an X formation with your legs hanging off the side where your knees bend. There's a raggedy drape of cloth over your body and the dry, musty smell is enough to make you sick. You scan the room in a quiet panic, unable to move and truly study your surroundings. Quickly you spot Mike. His left eye is swollen and will surely be blacked by the time you get out of here... If you get out of here.
"Mike!" You try to yell, but it comes out as a strained wheeze after the damage William did to your throat. Mike locks eyes with you and that's when you notice how scared he looks, but not for himself. You furrow your brow and look in the other direction. There stands William. He's out of the suit now, standing over you with a devilish grin.
"Breaking and entering isn't a good look for either of you," William chuckles. "But especially you, sweetheart." William places a soft hand on your cheek. You recoil in fear.
"Don't fucking touch her!" Mike thrashes in his restraints. It's clear to you that Mike knows what's about to happen before you do.
"Please, we're sorry. We won't say anything to anyone, just let us-"
"Don't be cliche. You knew what you were doing and you did it anyway. This is someone's stuff, you know? Someone's livelihood."
"I'm sorry," you sob.
"You're gonna be," William hits the joint he commandeered from you, and after a long drag, he flicks it to the side and begins to unfasten his belt.
"No! No, no!" You plead, arching and bucking your hips in hopes of loosening the cables that secure you to the tabletop. Mike causes his wrists to bleed, but he still can't get free. William strokes his erection as he watches your helpless body writhe under the sheet. You accept your fate, horrified and humiliated, you look away, facing the stage. You quickly notice it's empty and your heart begins to race.
"They won't be joining us. This is for my- our eyes only." William releases a deep, taunting laugh and starts pumping his middle finger in and out of you again.
"M-Mike..." You try to ask for help, unsure of what he could do for you at this point, but desperate to be free. He won't even look at you now. He's slouched over, looking at the floor, trying to drown out the sensual wet sounds coming from William's fingers scissoring inside you.
"He doesn't want to save you, sweetheart. He wants to see you get fucked against your will." With his last word, he heaves the entire table closer to him, giving Mike a front-row seat to the show. Panic consumes you. Before you have the chance to beg for mercy again, William tears the unkempt sheet from your body, leaving you entirely exposed.
"No! Wait, please!" Your fight or flight response kicks in, but you're helpless to do either. The cables strain against the table, but you're unable to move an inch. You look back at Mike. He meets your gaze and the two of you share a knowing look before you feel William slide the head of his cock up and down your clit, soaking it in the arousal your body had no choice but to pool between your legs after the ways he touched you.
"You make it hard to believe you don't want it when you're dripping like this, sweetheart," William taunts. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed and afraid, unable to watch the blood rise in Mike's face as he watches you get defiled. Just as you're sure William is about to slam into you with no mercy, he pulls away. You open your eyes and glance at him in confusion, hoping he's realizing he can just let you both go and that would be the end of it. But that's not the case.
William bends to knees, placing your soaked entrance right at the perfect height for him to consume you.
"Let's see how difficult I can make this for you." William buries his tongue in your wet folds, flicking the muscle delicately over your violated clit. You try as hard as you can to fight back any kind of reaction, but you fail. A soft, breathy moan slips from your lips like a note from a music box. William laughs against your sensitive skin.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry." Mike hangs his head in defeat, listening to the sounds of you succumbing to William's sensual touch.
"What are you sorry for? She loves it," William smirks before curling a finger inside you, eliciting another explicit moan from you. He regains his standing position and replaces the head of his erection at your pulsating entrance, waiting. "I've needed this. You have no idea how stressful it is to keep a place like this under wraps."
All you can think about is how stress got you here. All you wanted was a smoke session with your best friend in a cool venue, and now, here you are. You're jarred from your thoughts when William's massive erection drives into you. It's abrupt and painful, but your body gushes with arousal to make up for the stinging, pleasurable friction.
"No!" You scream. Mike fights against his restraints one more time, thrashing and sliding his body in any direction he can, but he's stuck. William throws his head back in ecstasy as he plows into you. He's fucking you like he's eating his last meal. Breathless grunts of focused pleasure fall from his chest. His rough, calculated hands find your breasts, toying delicately with your nipples.
You close your eyes and try so hard to escape the reality of the situation, but William lands a hard, heavy smack across your face, shaking you back into the moment. With a stern hand, he grabs your face and forces you to look at Mike. He's red-faced, enraged, and tired. You can't decide if you want him to look at you or not.
Mike mouths an "I'm sorry" to you, but all you can do is stare at him while William picks up his pace. Your vision is unsteady as he jostles you around.
"You've gone quiet. I think I need to fix that." He draws his hips back and in a split second, your eyes widen in fear before he slams into you at full force. A loud, moaning wail emits from you and the humiliation finally tears your gaze away from your best friend. "There she is," William smirks, steadying his thrusts yet again.
"Please... Stop..." You moan between gasps. Your orgasm is building at break-neck speed. The last thing you want is to climax around William's invasive erection, but it seems as if you have no other choice. The hitching breaths in your chest become loud, sultry moans. Your mind is too frazzled to focus on withholding any signs of enjoying him. Tears stream down your face, but you admit to yourself that you don't want him to stop.
Mike looks away for a moment, but can't help but stare at you. Your eyes flutter shut and your back arches so intensely. He watches the 'O' shape your mouth takes and imagines those same lips wrapped around him. He has to shift uncomfortably, hoping to conceal his already obvious bulge. After you've ridden out your high on William's cock, he slowly slips out of you. Taunting you.
William knowingly reaches under the table and unfastens whatever link was holding each of your extremities. Your hands instinctively find your most delicate, used areas.
"Don't touch yourself unless I say so," he snaps, taking your wrist in one of his strong, demanding hands. His riddance of contact allows your mind to clear from the climax and you're suddenly afraid again. A notorious serial killer is making you his toy.
"Let her go, you've had your..." Mike searches for the words, but he's unsure how to describe the vulgar scene before him. "Just let her go, man." He looks exhausted.
"Don't talk yourself out of a good thing, Micheal," William chuckles before shoving you to the ground in front of Mike. You land with a thud, releasing an involuntary whine of pain when you hit the hard surface. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"No! I-" Mike attempts to protest, but William cuts him off.
"Oh, please. You're not fucking her. Probably never will. Now you get to get off on the idea that it's being taken from her."
"You're a fucking monster!" Mike thrashes against his binds, protectively snapping at William like a guard dog.
"You want me to let her go?" William squats beside the two of you. You lie fucked-out and terrified, curling up next to Mike for some sort of dignity. William grabs your hair and sharply yanks you toward him. You release a high-pitched squeal and allow him to guide your head to Mike's pants zipper.
"What are you doing?" Mike shuffles uncomfortably.
"Don't make me wait," Afton snaps at you and you quickly reach a shaking hand for Mike's pants button.
"What are you doing?! Stop, let her go!" He tries to shake your hands away, noticing the waves of tears falling down your face as you already piece together what William might make you do.
"Mike, I-" you're cut off by William shoving your face into Mike's newly exposed crotch. He diligently bobs your head for you, fist still wrapped in your hair. The second you make contact with Mike's cock, he releases a deep, sensual sigh. Small moans fall out of him left and right, nothing he can do to stop them.
"Tell her to stop, Mike." William waits, but Mike is silent. You squeeze your eyes shut as more tears well up. "Tell her to stop, and I'll let you both leave right now." Silence.
"Mike?" You beg, relieving yourself from the forced fellatio. Mike doesn't look at you, he can't. William smirks and shoves your face back to work. He makes good use of your throat as you take Mike as deep as his shaft can possibly go, ignoring any protest from you.
Mike begins to pant heavily. Little whimpers escape his mouth as his orgasm builds.
"F-Fuck," he huffs before finishing down your throat. When William finally pulls you away, you're a choking, sobbing mess. Betrayal doesn't properly describe what you're feeling right now.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry, I- I don't-" Mike fumbled over his words, red-faced and breathless.
"Shut up, now. You had your turn." William lifts you from the ground with ease and throws you against the same table as before. This time, you're bent over it, presenting your ass to him like a trophy to be won. To be taken.
"Please let me go home. I want to go home..." You sob with your face pressed to the large party table. Mike's eyebrows upturn as he watches you cry. Guilt consumes him, and the helplessness of your cries only amplifies that. He's not sure why he didn't tell you to stop, he knew it was the right thing to do. But he was so enveloped in the feeling of your lips bobbing up and down his erection, how could he ever ask for it to end?
"Shhh, you're doing fine, sweetheart." Afton coos in your ear as he leans over you. He's so tall, it's nothing to him. He plays with your pussy for a moment, slipping a long, nimble finger inside you. His eyes roll back in his head as he tests how tight you are in this position. "Perfect."
William slips inside you, fucking you as if he didn't just screw you senseless not long ago. His large, calloused hand comes down hard on your right ass cheek, and a loud slap echoes through the empty restaurant. You release a cry of pain every time he lands a blow, and he does it a lot. You're fucked out, beaten, bruised, abused- everything.
"Plea-" you beg, but another HARD smack to the ass shuts you up.
"Shut up! I'm so... Fucking..." William slams into you one final time before you feel his cock twitching inside you, filling you up. "Close..."
"No!" You try to kick and fight and do anything in your power to stop him from cumming inside you, but it's entirely too late. You sob loudly as Mike watches in horror. William removes himself from you and his handiwork spills from your swollen entrance. Your weak knees wobble under your weight.
Afton looks at Mike and grins deviously before flipping you over and clasping his powerful hands around your neck. The sound of Mike pleading for your life becomes a dull mumble in the background as you slowly lose consciousness. Once you're out, William readjusts his rolled-up sleeves and lands a hard, knock-out punch on the side of Mike's skull.
He dumps you both in the back alley, unsure if you're both alive or dead. He doesn't care, he just doesn't need you here anymore.
Mike wakes up first, placing a gentle hand on his face and wincing at the pain.
"Y/N? Y/N!" He scrambles over to you and takes you in his lap. You're still naked and you're covered in bruises and scrapes, a testament to how hard you fought and how strong William is. "Please wake up. Please wake up, dude. This isn't funny."
You don't move.
"Please wake up! Wake up, Y/N! Wake up!" He repeats over and over, shaking you and lightly tapping your face with his open hand. Finally, you suck in a big breath. The sound of you inhaling causes Mike to jump, but he quickly pulls you into his embrace, relieved to see you alive.
"Mike..." You groan. He quickly sheds his jacket and wraps it around your crumpled form, hoping to give you some sort of cover. The two of you get into Mike's car and head back to your house. The ride back is mostly silent until he finally speaks.
"Y/N, I- back there, I..." He doesn't know what to say.
"I don't think he would've let us go anyway." You stare out the window in a state of shock, secretly reliving the way William made you feel.
"No- that's not the point. I mean-" Mike struggled with his words yet again.
"Do you think he let us live for a reason?" You finally glance at Mike. It's the first time you've looked at him since he filled your throat with an entire friendship's worth of pent-up feelings.
"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. We're never going back there, I promise." He's attempting to comfort you, but something depraved and demented inside you is already thinking about what he'd do if he got his hands on you again.
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ahsxual ยท 11 months ago
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Dark Sins III
Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader and Stu Macher x Fem!Reader
Summary: Stu has returned from his trip with his friends and now you have to pretend that you didn't spend that time while Stu was away with his father. How much longer can you keep this secret from your boyfriend?
Genre: Smut
Warnings: minors don't interact +18, cheating, guilt, soft & mean William, jealousy, possessive!William, spanking, fingering, oral sex (m receaving), cursing, age gap (reader is on her 20s), daddy kink, married William, love triangle, mentions of sex w/ both men (separately), p in v (no protection)
Word Count: 3,1k
Part I & Part II
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While Stu spent the week away with his friends, you couldn't resist William's invitation when he suggested you to go to his house to sleep with him. His wife was also away for work, which made it easier for you to be alone and do whatever you wanted. Because of this, you had to lie to your parents so you could sneak into William's fancy car and visit places you'd never seen before.
You and William would fuck everywhere, whether it was in his car, in his bedroom, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the shower, in his office... whenever and wherever. At the end of the day, you would sleep against his bare chest, feeling his warmth and strong arms hugging and pulling you against him in a firm grip. His thin lips would gently kiss your neck before his tongue tasted your soft skin, your natural scent mixed with your perfume making his cock hard with lust. He would let his big hands explore every inch of your body at a slow pace, leaving your skin hot with goosebumps from his touches before grabbing your ass and tits hard in a possessive way.
"You are mine now." he would whisper into your ear in a low, raspy voice everytime you fucked or before you fell asleep against each other's naked bodies. You felt guilty to admit that the week Stu and his mother were away, allowing you to visit William at his work or be with him at home without fear being caught, was one of the best weeks of your life.
"What's in your pretty mind, sweetie?" William asked as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, listening to you carefully and curiously. You were both laying naked on his bed while studying each other's eyes, something that always made your heart melt. You and William enjoyed to stay like this after having sex since it's always pretty intense for both of you. Now, you're ready to enjoy your last sleep together, since Stu was returning home the next day. You absolutely loved how caring William was with you this past week, a side that was unknown to you... even though he was rough the first time he fucked you in his bathroom, which made you develop real feelings for him over time.
"I'm just... gonna miss you. Miss these special moments with you." your voice was weak and trembled a bit, a single warm tear falling from your eye. William cleaned your tear with his thumb and smiled, proud to see you craving him and missing him this much already, just like he planned from the beginning.
"Shh don't cry, bunny. You know you can always come to my office when you're feeling... needy for your daddy." he then kissed your neck with passion, licking and biting your weak spots that he already knew so well, making you run your hands through his hair and close your eyes to enjoy his addictive touch.
"I know, but... it won't be the same. Not when Stu comes back to me." William abruptly stopped trying to seduce you, looking you sternly in the eye when you mentioned his son's name. You just looked at him cautiously before gulping hard, as you suddenly felt your throat go dry from his threatening stare.
"You're still gonna date my son, huh? After everything we did together?" it felt like he was accusing you and making you feel bad for not ending your relationship with Stu, even though he was the one who started all this. You knew what you were doing was a horrible thing to do to your boyfriend, yet you couldn't just let him go. You still loved Stu dearly and you didn't want things to end without a good reason, since you would never tell him the truth. You realized William wanted to make you only his, hating the fact that you could be with another man other than him, and that made you wonder whether it was because he was developing feelings for you too or because he just wanted to own you... You just prayed the first option was the reality you were living in.
"Don't make me feel more guilty..." you frowned while you sat up, trying to shake off the guilt you felt and had tried to avoid for so long. William just looked at you with a furious expression, making you feel sick to your stomach. You hated seeing him mad... he had the ability to act like the sweetest man, before snapping and become the man you fear the most.
"Guilt... that's how you really feel about me. About us." he wasn't asking anymore, which scared you since he could snap any second now.
"Please William... you know I still love St-" before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly grabbed your neck with force, but not enough to make you gasp for air like the first time. You then realized he wanted to control you, not to hurt you badly. You could hear him breathing deeply, trying to control his anger so as not to scare you away.
"Don't you ever say that to my face again, you understand that?" he almost spat in your face with every word, his voice filled with anger. "Apologize to me. Now." he was growling at this point, demanding an honest apology from you. You felt his grip on your neck getting tighter, so you didn't want to upset him any further.
"I-I'm sorry, daddy! It won't happen again. I promise!" he slowly lost his grip on your neck, before a smirk returned to his face.
"That's my good girl..." he praised you before he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. "but now I have to teach you good manners and you have to be punished for what you said to me. You understand that, right bunny?" his voice was strangely calm, yet his intentions were nowhere near as undisturbed as his tone seemed to be. You simply nodded, not wanting to upset him again.
That night, William made sure you knew very well who you belonged to. He spanked you hard several times and demanded you to say that you were only his and you were sorry for what you had said, making you cry and forget about Stu by the immense pleasure he gave you that night... like any other night with him. After each harsh spank on your ass, he caressed softly your red ass cheeks with his big hands, admiring his work and marks on you. When he decided to end his punishment treatment, he fingered you hard while you were lying down on his lap. His other hand grabbed your hair harshly, making you feel overstimulated and cum twice in less than ten minutes. Once again, you felt like you were in heaven from feeling William's long fingers inside your drenched and needy cunt. You felt how hard he was against your thigh, before he made you suck and gag on his big cock while you were on your knees on the rigid floor, yet you didn't mind it at all. After a while, he came hard in your mouth as he moaned loudly, making you swallow every single drop of his bitter cum and make you thank him for it like a good girl.
You realized he wouldn't fuck you properly because you hurt his pride (maybe his heart too), when you admitted that you couldn't stop loving his son. He felt like he needed to work much harder to make you fall completely in love with him and no one else, and that's exactly what he was going to do.
"What do you say, now?" he asked with authority, his serious gaze fixed on you as he waited for the magic words he always made you say after allowing you to cum.
"Thank you for letting me cum, daddy. I was being a bad girl and deserved to be punished... I'll behave and be a good girl for you." you answered in a submissive way, the one he loved the most.
"Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." he smiled widely, yet his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You nodded, before tucking yourself into his bed which you both had already gotten used to sharing. That night, he held you tighter than usual while his face was buried in your neck, not allowing you to move an inch away from him. You knew William was right: tomorrow will definitely be a long day.
The next day you woke up feeling an uncomfortable light in your eyes, the bright and warm sun already streaming in through the window. You rolled over and tried to reach for William like any other morning you'd spent with him, but he wasn't there. You just felt emptiness in the cold sheets and that made your heart break a little. Then you thought about last night and how you probably hurt his pride by admitting that you loved Stu even after all you did with him. It was one of his ways to punish you and make you miss him, since he perfectly knows how much you crave his presence in the mornings and need him to wake up by your side. You tiredly sat on the edge of William's bed and checked your phone, only to see a few messages from Stu.
"Hey babe! I hope my babygirl slept well. I'm coming home in an hour or so. Can't wait to see that pretty face again๐Ÿ˜˜"
You smiled broadly at your boyfriend's sweet message, before realizing that he had sent that message 40 minutes ago. Your heart suddenly started pounding in your chest from fear, because that meant Stu would be home in 20 minutes and you were still naked in William's bed with your underwear and clothes all over his bedroom floor. You immediately got up and took the quickest shower of your life, before putting on your used clothes. You smelled them for a second and felt relieved that they still smelled great with your favorite perfume. Suddenly, you heard someone enter the house and instantly recognized Stu's voice greeting his father. William is downstairs... it's probably his day off and that asshole didn't tell me, you thought to yourself. You quickly looked around to make sure you had everything before running to Stu's bedroom, ready to "surprise him" since he had no idea you were in his house... and also, because you had no way of leaving without him seeing you. You quickly fixed your hair to look good when you heard Stu's door open.
"W-what the..." Stu frowned for a second, feeling confused, before a big smile appeared on his handsome face. "What the hell is the sexiest girl on the planet doing in my bed?! I love it when my wishes come true, man!" Stu said in a excited tone, before jumping on top of you to kiss you all over your face and neck, making you laugh joyfully. Oh, how you missed his unique energy and his contagious smile... For a second, you tried to forget about William and enjoy Stu's company as he deserved. Like the good old days. You knew this was wrong in so many ways, but you were already too buried in this mess and this sort of "love triangle". It can't be that bad if you give the same amount of love and attention to the two men you love, right? Absolutely not. It's still completely wrong.
"Babe, you're tickling me!" you giggled loudly, trying to push Stu away to get some air. Perhaps William's plan to make you upset and miss him when you woke alone that morning failed at this moment, since all your attention was on your official boyfriend right now.
"Can't help it, I just missed my girl way too much!" Stu admitted before kissing you passionately. You felt him getting hard against your thigh and as you knew William was downstairs and could hear you at any moment, you decided it was best to distract Stu from fucking you right then and there, before things could go wrong.
"I missed you too so much, love. How was your week?" your strategy seemed to work, since Stu was easily distracted by your question and began to recount some of the funny moments he'd had while he was away. Besides, you were genuinely curious to know how Stu had spent the week with his friends and whether he had enjoyed it. All you wanted was to see him happy, especially after the secret you've been hiding from him. He then told you all the funny and risky things he'd done, like any other teenage guy, making you laugh with him and have a fun time with your younger lover.
"By the way, how did you get into my house?" his curious question made your heart race, your throat suddenly becoming extremely dry and your head to feel dizzy.
"I uh... wanted to surprise you. Your... dad opened the door and let me in." you gave him the best smile you could manage, hoping he would believe you.
"Oh, right. It must have been awkward tho, knowing my dad he probably scared you a bit." Stu laughed his goofy laugh and you laughed awkwardly at his comment.
"Yeah..." you simply replied with a chuckle, swallowing the little amount of saliva you had left so that your throat wouldn't feel so dry.
"Speaking of him, how did the part-time thing you asked me about go? Did he get you a shitty job or one that pays you just enough to afford movie tickets every day? With popcorn and soda included, obviously." he asked curiously, while laughing at his joke.
"Yeah, about that... I wasn't really interested in any options he gave me, so I've given up on that idea for now." finally, you felt relieved for being honest for once and not having to think about a lie.
"Oh man, that's awesome! For a moment I thought you were gonna get a job and wouldn't have time for me." he grinned, before he enthusiastically slapped your slightly sore ass, a small reminder of last night with his father. His teasing made you laugh, as you kissed him once more to ease the feeling of how much you actually missed him.
"You know what? I could ask my dad if you could stay the night with me." your eyes widened at his suggestion, but you couldn't help feeling excited about spending more time with your boyfriend. The only problem was... you'd be surrounded by the two men who secretly desire you deeply.
"That would be great!" you smiled widely at your handsome boyfriend, as you watched him disappear from your sight to ask his father's permission.
Having lunch with those two men was a real challenge for you. You could feel the tension between all of you, noticing how William was grumpy towards you and his son. Stu didn't let his father's bad humor get to him, probably because he was so used to it. Your boyfriend was the only one making conversation while the three of you ate lunch and you noticed from time to time William's eyes burn into yours, making it difficult for you to even drink water properly. You were so glad that Stu was an energetic person and enjoyed to hold a conversation.
The rest of the evening, you spent your time watching horror movies with Stu while eating popcorn and candy. You were really enjoying that moment, missing the old routine you and Stu had when you both met and started dating. You knew how much Stu loved horror movies, so his happiness was your happiness. When the killing scene appeared on screen, you felt Stu's hands gripping firmly your thigh in desire. You looked at his pajama pants out of the corner of your eye and as you expected it, he was fully hard. You smiled to yourself and slowly ran your hands over his pajama bottoms, rubbing his cock in a firm grip, causing him to moan deseperately.
"Fuck babe, I haven't cum once this week. You have no idea how much I wanna destroy you right now..." Stu looked intensely at you as his breathing became heavy, his pupils dilated with lust so much that you could barely see his gorgeous blue color in his eyes. His words immediately triggered a reaction in your clit, already missing his dick inside you. In one swift movement, you sat on his lap and started making out with him, your tongues and lips fully covered in your saliva from the sloppy, yet passionate kiss you shared. You moaned loudly when you felt him pull your top up, revealing your tits as his lips sucked on your hard nipples while he forced you to rub against his erection.
"You missed my dick inside you, didn't you baby? Show me how much you missed me." his voice was incredibly sexy right now and you couldn't hold it anymore. You undressed yourself completely before helping Stu undress, leaving him with only his boxers and pajama pants around his ankles. Finally, you grabbed his long, erected dick and lined it up with your soaked pussy, ready to take him. When he penetrated you, you both moaned simultaneously and he barely gave you time to adjust to his size. He immediately started pounding into you from underneath, before helping you ride him while grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you up and down.
"That's my girl, always ready to take me so well. Fuck, I really missed this wet pussy..." he admitted before laying you down on the bed. Then he changed to a position called "mating press", making you see stars and moan loudly as his cock started pounding into you at a fast pace, one that only a man with Stu's stamina would be able to do.
"Fuck Stu, I'm gonna cum!!" you moaned like a porn star as his dick constantly touched your g-stop until you came hard.
"That's it, babygirl... you're so fucking hot when you cum for me." Stu came deep inside you right after, trying to catch his breath before cuddling with you until you felt ready for a second round.
There was no way William didn't hear you and Stu fucking like needy and horny teenagers... you're gonna be in so much trouble.
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bratphilia ยท 1 year ago
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taboo (w. afton x reader)
note: eeee its here its finally here.
pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader
tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), step-father!william/steve, creepy behavior from william, smoking, masturbation, absolutely cliche plot, daddy kink, vibrators, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, rough sex
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your mom left for the weekend to go on a small trip with her girlfriends. leaving you with him.
him being your weird, undeniably hot step-dad, steve. weird in the sense that he seemed to be out of touch with reality sometimes, erratic, and impulsive. you never quite understood how your mom stands him, but you can definitely get it looks-wise.
it's friday when your mom leaves, coincidentally the same time you had class, until around 7pm. you come back home around 7:30 to the smell of pizza. there's a box of it sitting on the island.
"steve?" you call out.
"oh, hey!" he says, he's watching tv with a beer in hand as he turns his head around to face you. "how was class? i took the liberty of ordering out."
you grab a paper plate left next to the box. "it was fine, boring lecture, though. thanks, by the way."
"no problem, kid."
kid. ugh, reality slapped you in the face. he's just not into you.
you sit on the opposite end of the couch, watching tv while eating your slice. you notice steve's leg bouncing up and down, clearly agitated or anxious about something. you decide not to say anything.
then, "hey, mind if i go out and have a cigarette?" he asks, already getting up to find his carton of cigarettes in one of the cabinets.
"oh, not at all..." you mumble mindlessly, not thinking much about it.
then he stops halfway from the glass sliding door. "wanna come with me?"
your brow furrows as you look up at him. "sure?"
he laughs a little. "c'mon, we can share it."
you gulp. you've never had a cigarette before. gingerly, you get up and follow him out the door. the backyard patio is a nice setup. there are two metal chairs with a table in between and the both of you sit across from each other.
you watch him as he lights the end of a cigarette and holds it between his pointer and middle finger while he inhales. he looks at you when he exhales with a look of amusement and you realize that you've been staring.
"nervous?" he asks.
"yeah, a little," you say truthfully.
"it'll be fine, just take it slow, alright?" he tells you, passing it over. your fingers brush slightly against his.
you look down at the cigarette, then bring it to your lips and inhale. the smoke is harsh and alien-feeling on your throat. then you feel overcome with an admittedly pleasurable buzz all over your body. it's strong enough that you can't feel your lips, and you don't trust your ability to speak either. you pull it out of your mouth and exhale, watching a cloud of smoke blow from your lips.
steve laughs. you must look visibly shaken. it takes everything in you not to cough, so you clear your throat quietly.
"like it?" he asks.
"y-yeah," you answer in a small, broken voice.
"i'm willing to share with you this weekend, but you absolutely cannot tell your mother. got it?" he says rather sternly. you nod in response.
the two of you finish the cigarette, passing it back and forth after your respective hits. he takes the deflated stick and throws it in a bush. "i'm going to head off to bed. goodnight."
"okay, goodnight," you call, following suit.
in the safe darkness of your room, you cover your mouth as you rub your clit with one pinching your nipple. you think about steve's hands doing this to you. in fact, you think about that a lot.
you think about his beard scratching against your soft skin. his scent, cheap cologne and cigarettes. you think about what he tastes like, the aftermath of smoking and a taste that's just exclusive to him.
you come thinking about it.
on saturday morning, you decide to take a bath to calm you down from how he had you all riled you up last night. you can't stop thinking about it, though. the small touch of your fingers brushing against his has you craving more.
"you absolutely cannot tell your mother. got it?" fuck.
your hand itches to touch yourself. you try to snap out of it by playing music from your phone, but nothing helps. at this point, you should just get out. there's no point anymore.
once the water is drained and you're out of the bathtub, your heart sinks.
there's no towels left.
fuck my life, you think. you quietly open the door and try to go unnoticed as you slip away into the laundry room, leaving puddles of water in your wake.
to make matters even worse, steve is there, seemingly repairing the washing machine while muttering curses to himself. you forgot he has a bachelor's in engineering. what do you even do in the situation?
"uhm," ask in a small voice, "are there... any towels i can use?"
"yeah, there should be some..." he trails off when he looks at you, then clears his throat, "...in the dryer."
steve drinks in your appearance. your young body is nothing compared to anything he's seen before, and it goes straight to his cock. he tries his best not to rake his eyes up and down your body, but you're from a distance that he can see your breasts when he looks you in the eye.
"here, i'll get one for you," he mutters, feeling very much like a creepy old man, and begrudgingly pulls his attention away from you and opens the dryer.
he stands to full height and walks towards you impossibly slow. you look up at him with a quivering lip. god, you're gorgeous, he thinks. he hands you the towel and pretends to get back to what he's doing.
while you're walking away, you can't help feel like you're being watched. and you're right, by the way. your whole body shivers.
you avoid steve the rest of the day, absolutely mortified.
on sunday, you're losing your fucking mind.
your personal vibrator sits between your legs and you're practically sobbing into your pillow. you've come at least three times so far. you just can't stop thinking about steve, and it almost hurts. not just from the overstimulation, but how wrong it is to feel this way about him.
you can feel the wet spot on your bed, from inside you and your own sweat. with an uncontrollably loud "ughhh" you come again for the fourth time. the door, thank god, is closed in the hopes that someone won't disturb you.
the noise of your vibrator and the noises you're making drowns out the sound of a knock on your door.
"just as i thought," steve says smugly.
you throw the pillow away from your face to reveal him standing in the doorway. your first instinct is to hide the vibrator in the sheet and cross your legs.
"uh-uh, don't do that," he says coldly, making his way towards you swiftly and sitting on the bed next to your legs.
he reaches over your body and snatches the vibrator and examines its wand-shaped figure intently. then he puts it in his mouth and moans at the taste, practically slurping up your juices. he pulls away muttering a "so sweet."
you feel like hiding your face back in the pillow when he looks at you. "what am i going to do with you, sweetheart?"
"please," you whisper, "i need you so bad, please."
and steve fucking laughs at you. "don't i know it."
he reaches a hand and feels the sheets, specifically the wet spots where you came multiple times. "what a mess you made," he says in mock astonishment, and he can't just be talking about the sheets.
you rub your thighs together and whimper, grabbing his attention. "can't believe you'd rather fuck yourself on this silly thing rather than just asking for what you want."
you want to roll your eyes. much easier said than done.
before you know it the vibrator springs to life with a low humming sound that makes your clit twitch. steve asks, no, commands you to "spread your fucking legs" for him. you do what he says embarrassingly instantly, but you can't find it in you to really care.
he teases you by running the vibrator up and down your slit, making your back arch. "please," you whine, drawing out the syllables of the word.ย 
"what do you need, precious?" he asks, cocking his head.ย 
you can barely speak. you grasp around his wrist trying to move his hand up north to your clit but his strength is unmatched. "gonna have to tell me what you want, beautiful. i can't read your mind."ย 
his pace and placement is set purposefully to tease you, to keep you on the edge waiting for what you want. you're too embarrassed to vocalize it.
"tell me, baby, i know what you want."ย 
you run your tongue across your lip. "need it on my clit,ย please."ย 
"yeah?" he uses his free hand to pull back the hold protecting your clit and moves the vibrator upwards so it hits on the sensitive nerves. "need it right here?"
"daddy! yes โ€”ย ah!" you cry out in agony. it comes out before you can think twice. you've always refused to refer to him as "dad."
steve flashes you a wolfish grin. "oh, so now i'm your daddy, huh? wonder what changed."ย 
he moves the vibrator in tight circles. you moan out helplessly, gripping the sheets so hard that the threads might pull loose. and before you know it, you're squirting on his hand, the sheets, and even a little on his pants and shirt.ย 
"filthy thing, making a mess all over daddy," he tsks but doesn't pull the vibrator away from you.
"'m sorry," you mumble.ย 
he keeps the vibrator at your exposed clit. "love it so much, daddy!" you cry out drunkly.ย 
"yeah? love it so much?" he mocks your high pitched voice, pressing the vibrator impossibly hard against your clit and keeping it still there.
you're coming again, juices leaking out of your pussy. you thrash your head around when he doesn't let up. "daddy, please stop."
you try closing your legs around the vibrator and tugging at his wrist again but he simply opens your legs back up with those big hands. he decides you've had enough torture after another orgasm and turns off the vibrator, discarding it along with his clothes.ย 
steve climbs on the bed on his knees so he's placed above you. he takes both of your legs and throws them over his shoulders, plunging his cock inside you. he isn't gentle at all, nothing like you've imagined. he's fucking you roughly with reckless abandon.
"look at you, you fucking slut," he snarls at you, baring his teeth. "so horny over your step-daddy. disgusting."ย 
"yesss," you moan. "so horny for you, daddy."
he's chuckling breathlessly. "stupid fucking whore even knows it. isn't that right, sweetie?"ย 
you mumble an "mhm" that gets drawn out on a particularly hard thrust. his hips slam against your elevated ass and your arch your back, closing your eyes tightly.ย 
his cock is hitting a certain spot that has you moaning and crying out beyond your control. you can tell he's close as well as his thrusts are breaking their pattern. "tell me how much you want to come, baby."
"need to โ€”ย ahnย โ€” come so badly, daddy!" you're surprised you can even speak at this point.ย 
steve places one of your legs down to free hus hand so he can rub at your clit in rough, side to side strokes. you're gone. coming with a loud "steve!"
he groans as his thrusts grow rapid for a brief moment. your body goes limp as you let him use your pussy to get off. he buries himself deep inside you and comes. spurts of his ejaculate shoot inside you and you moan, loving the feeling.
wordlessly, steve crawls on the space on the bed next to you and starts playing with your hair. you stare at the ceiling. "am i actually a slut?" you wonder out loud.
"no, honey," he sighs. "daddy just says things like that when he's riled up."
he pulls you in for an affectionate kiss, your first one together. it's slow, no tongue, but lasts long.ย 
"i'm going to head to the corner store and get you a plan b, then we can take a bath together when i get back. okay?" he tells you.
we. you like the sound of that. love it, even.ย 
"okay," you confirm, stomach fluttering at how nice he's being.ย 
onย mondayย morning, you wake up to find the space next to you on your bed empty. he carried you to your room and you fell asleep on his chest after the bath.ย 
you walk down the stairs and two voices become audible. your mom is home.ย 
steve kisses her on the cheek. your blood boils and your fists clench as reality sets back in.ย 
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๐Ÿ’€Hallowe'en Special๐Ÿ’€
After Hours,
Springtrap x fem reader
Synop: Sneaking into a horror attraction after dark was really fucking stupid and you're about to find out just how much.ย 
A/n:ย I totally get that this probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please be warned, also bare in mind writing for Springtrap is completely new for me.
Warnings: Springtrap/william afton. Explicit non-con/rape. Violence. Threat.ย Themes of kidnapping.
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It was everything you expected and more.
The building reeked of lack of care, practically falling apart with all its paint peeling and the half illuminated sign. It looks creepy as fuck. That's why you came.ย 
You love to be scared. And this place has the potential to be truly terrifying.ย 
You spoke to a friend of yours who told you they'd done exactly this a week or so ago. And it was soooo much better after hours, when you can go where you want to and do what you want to; which in your case is dick around with the animatronics. They were supposed to come along as well but flaked out last minute, leaving you standing in front of the place on your lonesome. But youโ€™re not one to be defeated by a shit friend not showing, so youโ€™re still going to go in.
And so, with your phone torch lighting your way you go to the back of the building. And unsurprisingly you're greeted with a high fence with its gate chained closed. That isn't going to stop you though. Smirking, you throw your backpack over the fence and then slide your phone under it, torch up so you can sort of see what you're doing.ย 
One foot wedges in the metal, the toe of your shoe just able to fit through the diamond-shaped gap enough to give you purchase, letting you slot your other foot in the gap a little higher up. It was easy really, almost like they wanted you to hop over it, no anti-climb or spikes or anything. At the top of the fence you sit for a moment, wishing you kept hold of your phone for a photo here, illuminated by the solitary light of the building sign. Oh well, there's always the opportunity on the way out.ย 
You jump down, careful to land with bended knees, if you hurt yourself you wouldnโ€™t exactly be able to call an ambulance. From there you dust yourself off for a minute and grab all your stuff, wincing when the harsh light of your phone catches your eye.ย 
"And now the fun begins." You whisper to yourself, as you slip around the building, quickly laying your eyes on the back door, which according to your mate was easy pickings, quite literally. Shoving your makeshift kit into the lock, it only takes a few moments of jiggling in before, hey presto, the bitch clicks open. It really was too easy.ย 
Inside, you flash your torch around this hallway, thinking to yourself that it looks like a 'back-stage' area with all the clutter and, god, the dust, which now flitted through the air disturbed by your movement. Honestly, with the amount of it caked on everything you wouldnโ€™t think that this place was operational. Box after box lay on the chequered tile floor and you follow them down the corridor, checking door handles along your way.ย 
One opens to reveal a small cupboard filled with toilet roll and cleaning supplies. Another to one with stacks of papers, documents of some kind, probably accounts or some shit, but seriously who keeps paper copies nowadays? But the third one was the most interesting one.ย 
The metal door was a labour to open, scraping into the floor over a mark from others doing the same thing, the room was dark but you can tell instantly that itโ€™s much bigger than the previous two. You use your phone torch to scan through the pitch black, revealing the jackpot. Animatronic heads are mounted on the wall like the room belongs to some kind of aย  game hunter. Pointing the light down, you see the rest of the beasts, huge chest cases and clumpy-looking feet littered along the floor And in the corner the skeletons, light bouncing off them back at you, their eyes reflecting red.ย 
โ€œHo-ly shitโ€ฆโ€ You say into the darkness, grinning from ear to ear. This place was fucking insane, in the absloute best way. You waste no time inserting yourself in the room, placing huge metal heads over your shoulders and snapping a few pics looking like some demonic purple rabbit. Then some more with your arm draped over these endo-skeleton things, these took you a bit longer to build the courage to touch because fuck, their eyes were staring right into the depths of your soul. But once you did touch them and they didnโ€™t pounce on you, you felt reassured enough to tackle anything else this creepy attraction would throw at you.ย 
After about ten minutes in your photoshoot, you leave the room wanting to see more than the behind the scenes stuff, you may as well see all the bits the normies get to see. Looking online earlier you knew all about the set up, creepy 80s looking corridors designed to mirror an old pizzeria chain, where apparently some kids had gone missing. Patrons could even sit inside the faux-security office taking shifts trying not to jump out of their skins as robotic creatures stalked them. Now that, youโ€™re dying to see.ย 
It takes you no time to find the corridors leading to the security office, on the way discovering the dormant animatronics. One a seven foot fucking teddy bear, another a beat up looking rabbit. Golden- or maybe green, itโ€™s hard to tell in the absence of light. This one is particularly nerve-wracking, something about its stance, itโ€™s head tilted to the side but its eyes looking up.ย 
โ€œFuuuuck,โ€ you giggle, angling your head to look into the creatureโ€™s mouth, open only slightly. โ€œthe designers did a good job on you, shitโ€ฆโ€ Itโ€™s only when your face gets very close to it, the robot shifts, its metallic body struggling loudly in the otherwise silent building. You flinch hard, body shoving itself away from it, thudding against the wall hard enough to wind yourself. It quickly halts, the movement dying when its head fully rears.ย 
You breathe out shakily, laughing at your own stupidity, clearly you triggered some kind of motion sensor and paid the price for it. You shake your head at the beast, moving away from it down the corridor and into the office, careful not to get too close to anything else that could try to scare the shit out of you. You finally manage it, and step into the office through a doorway without the actual door part, an excited smile spreading across your face. This is so fucking cool, you think, crouching down to look at a monitor on the desk, then deciding to sit in the grimy swivel chair in front of it. You then notice that the desk has drawers in it and move to look through them, an eagerly curious part of you taking over. The top one is full of a tonne of random shit sellotape, paperclips, a computer mouse and its ancient cord. The one underneath though, sticks, you rive it hard to try and open it, even more intrigued that it wouldnโ€™t open. You jiggle it hard, the rattle echoing in the large room, but your efforts amount to fuck all and it doesnt move an inch.ย 
You sigh, calling the drawer a bastard under your breath and recline a little in the seat, closing your eyes for a moment. When you open them you nearly jump six feet in the air at the sight of that fucking animatronic from earlier, the yellow bunny, standing in the the doorway, itโ€™s huge head peeking round the corner, staring directly at you. How in godโ€™s name didnโ€™t you hear the fucking thing move? It must weigh loads and it looks old, so thereโ€™s no way it can move silently.
โ€œGod, this place.โ€ you say, to yourself, to the room, it doesnโ€™t matter. Youโ€™ve had enough scares for tonight, itโ€™s probably best if you bail before you trigger any other attractions. No longer smiling, you stand up hesitantly, moving slowly and consciously. Some kind of dread now hanging in the air because this fucking rabbit is really creepy.
You walk up to the door and carefully squeeze yourself through the gap, desperate to not touch the thing. Managing it, you outwardly sigh, that was a small mercy because some loud noise from the robot would probably give you a heart attack right now. You step away from it, ready to get yourself out of here. But the second your back is turned the most agonising sound makes you freeze.ย 
Breathing. Raspy, pained, human, fucking breathing.ย 
Your turning around is prevented by the cold grip on your throat, backing you up against its metal body, its lack of body heat making goosebumps spring over you instantly. Uselessly, you push against its hold, instinctively wanting to get away from it and the reality of what was happening. But your struggling just makes it grip you harder, thick plastic fingers tight on the base of your throat.ย 
A deeply coarse sound vibrates from the creature, a breathy sound that takes you a while to realise is laughter. Laughter cold and mean, making your heart hammer in your chest. โ€œWhat stupid little girl snoops around in the dark on her own?โ€ Each word sounds painful, it must take the thing sheer will to push past such agony just to taunt you.
You tremble, โ€œWhat- what are you?โ€ the words so quietly terrified you canโ€™t believe theyโ€™re your own. Thereโ€™s no way this is part of the attraction. Just no way anyone would program this to grab patrons so violently. This was something all too wrong and all too real.ย 
Without warning or hesitation the creature uses your throat as leverage to slam you against the wall, thereโ€™s no room for protest or struggling, itโ€™s power is inhumanly strong. You cry out when your body hits the concrete, its unfeeling coolness stark contrast to the fretful heat coming from you. The robotโ€™s head cranes down above yours, a subtle clicking alerting you to every slight movement. Youโ€™re winded, energy trickling down your face as tears when youโ€™re dawned to the terrifying conclusion that youโ€™re trapped.
It finally answers you, the raspy voice coiling your stomach in fear. โ€œYour worst fucking nightmare.โ€ The creature must hear you sob in response because again it- he laughs, itโ€™s cold and mocking. Only stopping when he takes the time to parrot your desperate fearful noises back at you, making himself laugh again. Itโ€™s becoming clear to you that this must be a person, someone inside this awful thing, an employee gone rogue, trying to scare the living daylights out of people stupid enough to break inโ€ฆ maybe. But that voiceโ€ฆ
โ€œYouโ€™re hurting me.โ€ You choke out, unsure of what youโ€™re trying to accomplish. Internally reasoning that people have empathy and people can be talked down, you hope that heโ€™ll let you go but it seems more and more unlikely by the second. The hand on the back of your head flexes, tangling in your hair and yanking your head upwards so you can glimpse him out of the corner of your eyes and the sight is just awful.ย 
The inexpressive face comes close as the man inside hisses through the rabbit mask, โ€œYou donโ€™t know the meaning of hurt.โ€ย ย 
โ€œLook,โ€ you whimper, โ€œIโ€™m sorry- I shouldnโ€™t have come here.โ€ The words are near incomprehensible through your tears. โ€œGod, I shouldnโ€™t have come hereโ€ฆโ€ You repeat, body convulsing under the monsterโ€™s grip. Your crying is loud in the corridor, echoing off the hard floors and mirroring the heartbreaking sound back at you. You're lost in it for a couple of seconds whilst this thing seems to just enjoy the sound, before the air is knocked from your lungs by the creatureโ€™s hand trailing down the arch of your back, all the way down to your behind where he grabs a hard handful of your flesh. Itโ€™s so unexpected that you just stare at what you can see of him over your shoulder, now silently shaking. The action turns your stomach, it doesnโ€™t hurt but itโ€™s rough and riddled with intent.ย 
His other hand moves, turning you around before again shoving you to the wall and caging you in with his massive frame, using that insane strength to push you down to your knees. โ€œNo,โ€ He almost coos, โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t have. But donโ€™t worryโ€ฆ I wonโ€™t let you go to waste.โ€ย 
Whilst you're still making sense of the words, the monster grabs itself at the waist, huge fingers prying between the metal plates and rummaging until he frees his very human and very real penis. You don't want this and the disdain is evident in your eyes, but a dark part of you thinks that to please him will make him let you go. He holds himself before you, there's no illusion even with the suit that he's huge and the thought scares you.
The metallic hand in your hair pulls your head towards him and you obey, fear making you compliant. He smears himself against your lips, precum already leaking from his tip and laying warm on your face. He doesn't have to tell you to open your mouth, the rough tilting of your head is enough, and you hesitantly part your lips, flinching when he yanks you towards him. Your eyes involuntarily close when he shoves his cock in your mouth, he doesn't hold back, pushing himself as far in your throat as he can before you gag, your hands frenzied grabbing at the creature's hips. He pulls back for a moment before shoving back in repeatedly, forcing your jaw open to accept him each time.ย 
He grunts, burying himself inside your throat and holding you still. "You'll have to do better than that, if you're scared of me hurting you." The snarl in his voice makes your eyes wide with realisation of what he wants. You obey without question, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him as good as you can, his grip relenting enough to let you. Swirling your tongue on the underside of his shaft with only the goal of getting this over with as soon as possible. Itโ€™s like he knows and the huge hand in your hair slows your movement, forcing you to take him slow and deep, revelling in the feeling of your hot mouth and the frantic way your eyes dart around.ย 
The salty taste of his big cock stirs you, and each time he uses your mouth it makes your heat betray the pain of his brutal hold. Itโ€™s instinctual and even though your mind is against it your body is reacting. Trying to push the conflicting feelings from your mind you continue sucking, an eagerness spurring you on when he groans, heโ€™s close, you can tell from the leniency in his grip. But just as youโ€™re getting your hopes up that heโ€™s going to finish, he pulls your lips from him, making you look up at the terrifying form above you. The sudden dread that sizzles through you is inexplicable, itโ€™s almost as though you forgot how horrifying this costume was and the reminder shocks your core.ย 
You look so frightened kneeling there, your pupils tiny and your lips still parted, saliva dripping down your chin that underneath the mask he smirks cruelly, the action painful enough to make his cock twitch. With how warm and slick your mouth was, he can only imagine how tight your little cunt is going to be, fuck itโ€™s been so long since he last broke a pretty thing like you. Heโ€™s going to savour it.ย 
โ€œStand up.โ€ The monster commands, the raspy voice insanely harsh. You obey without question your legs trembling as all trace of hope leaves you, all chance of this ending any time soon trickled between your legs. As soon as you reach your feet his large hand grabs your shoulder shoving you forwards, back towards that old guardโ€™s office you left only minutes ago, but it felt like years. Stumbling through the doorway, the brief idea of running flashes through your mind, but youโ€™re too scared, you donโ€™t want to make what this man was going to do worse.ย 
You donโ€™t have the chance anyway, with crazy strength he catches your arm, forcing your body down onto the desk in front of you. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips at the rough action, your whole body still shaking. Once he has you where he wants you, the creatureโ€™s huge hands rake over your body, no gentleness or intimacy in his touch, just pure malicious lust. He gabs at your breasts, fingers digging harshly into the sensitive skin, then roughly pulling up the fabric of your shirt, so roughly the material tears. Youโ€™d be cold if not for the raging adrenaline in your veins. At the sight of your naked torso the mascot bears down on you, no emotion in its dead eyes, โ€œSuch a stupid girl, coming here, getting yourself in trouble. Is this what you wanted, huh?โ€ To punctuate the question he takes hold of your face, squeezing your cheeks so that you let out a shaky gasp.ย 
You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pulling against the hold that was making your teeth hurt, but he doesnโ€™t move an inch. At your silence he grabs your left tit pinching your nipple so hard your body raises from the desk to try and escape it. โ€œHuh?โ€ He snarls again. And you try to shake your head, but with no way to move youโ€™re forced to speak.ย 
โ€œNo-o.โ€ Your voice cracks, your answer making the creature above you grind his cock against your thigh, the godforsaken suit preventing him from touching himself, his own unique fucking torture. His mocking spurs a sudden surge of fightย  and sees your legs rise and kick hard at his chest, the dull thud of striking metal echoing in the dark room. Itโ€™s useless, and his laughing is only proof. He holds your legs against his chest with one hand, using the other to tug down your legging and the panties you were wearing underneath, taking them completely from your body and discarding them on the dirty floor.ย 
Looking down at your wet cunt he near growls, such a slick little fucktoy that walked right into his grasp. Cold metallic fingers trace over your entrance, pulling your folds apart to see the trembling of your hole, your unwanted wetness coating his fingers. You hate yourself for being aroused but maybe itโ€™s for the best, maybe itโ€™ll make this more bearable. You quiver when his digit pokes inside you the costume fingers large enough to stretch you open when he sinks in, you groan the invasion pressing against a coil in your core. Seeing how your pussy swallowed his finger so well, tight around him when he fucked it in and out made him pull away, needing his hands to hold your thighs down as he rubbed the head of his dick against your entrance. Desperate to feel the grip of your walls on one of the only parts of him that remained intact.ย 
He shoves into you roughly, forcing your walls to accept him, all air in your lungs leaving in a suffered groan. Heโ€™s thick and long and pushing to the hilt you feel more than full, like he was taking you over, touching all of you at once. The stretch burned but the pain quickly dulled when he began rutting into you, a selfishly brutal pace that had you helplessly gasping. He fucks you as deep as the suit will allow him, the waist of the costume slamming into your hips so hard the desk thudded against the floor.ย 
Itโ€™s like youโ€™re outside of your body looking at the scene, feeling his hands move to lift your body from the desk, holding you and manipulating the angle of his pounding to suit him. Shoving into the part of you that makes you scream and your juices spill around the base of his cock. It doesn't feel real, but at the same time is brutally so an unwilling pleasure seizing hold of you and making you clench around his length. He groans,not stopping his pace as you begin to flutter around him, what a filthy fucking thing you are to enjoy this, he thinks, the thought making him fuck you harder. Forceful thrusts that quickly beginning to stutter as the monster nears his end, bursting inside you like an animal and stuffing you full of him. Youโ€™re dirty, used and broken, letting the cum seep around him, dripping down onto the desk.ย 
He holds you still for what feels like hours before dropping you down onto the slick tabletop, leaving you to crumple on the floor. Thereโ€™s no coherent thoughts in your mind, just a frightening emptiness as you get to your knees and crawl over to where he threw your clothes, hands shaking as you try to gather them up. He chuckles at your form, bruises already beginning to show on your hips and thighs, before slowly walking to you, a cold metal foot shoving you over, your body thudding into the floor.ย 
โ€œNow, where do you think youโ€™re going?โ€
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A/n: Here it is. My second Hallowe'en event, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I know this is very different to the kind of thing I usually write, but heck, why not try something new. X
Stay tuned for my third fic!
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A Gesture Returned
Reader x Orca!Eclipse
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I had so much fun writing this request by the sweet @rinzydings who wanted a Y/N reuniting with Eclipse, and bearing a very important gift (and confession)! Their Y/N is so sweet and I loved combining their character with Eclipse's. There is so much sweetness and fluff! Which is must deserved after all they've both been through. I hope you enjoy! <3
โ€”โ€”โ€”
The gray base is stark against the icy expanse of the north pole. A structure long since frozen into its foundation and left almost lost in the piercing wind and swirling snowflakes, you glance backward at it once before leaving it behind.ย 
Itโ€™s been a year since you first met the orca siren. You saw him in between that time in the mild temperatures of spring, where the negative degrees werenโ€™t as bitter with its touch and the sun rose and fell in time with a full, proper day. Now you have returned once again in autumn, in the aftermath of a summer full of endless sunlight.ย 
Of course, you kept busy. Other destinations called out to you, and you felt yourself rushed to find the last of the places on your must-see list to ensure you would not go without. Pictures platter the inside of your computer of beautiful landscapes beside tropical seas and sprawling cliffs.
Slowly, your gloved hand falls into your inner pocket. Touching over the thickness of your coat, you remind yourself that your gift is still there. Itโ€™s waiting for the recipient.ย 
Michael and Vanessa know your intentions. After a whole year of adjusting to your relationship with Eclipse, they are easing into the thought of you growing close with a siren that was once out of the realm of nightmares for them. They no longer fear for you like they once did. Your dear Eclipse and your sweet friends share far more in common than they once believed.
Your decision sits heavy on your heartโ€”not with dread or anxietyโ€”but with eagerness. A want to fling it out into the world and cause it to rear into realization runs through you. You dearly hope you may relieve yourself of this tension very soon.ย ย 
Eclipse is out there, somewhere. He must have caught sight of the helicopter approaching.ย 
Youโ€™ve learned much about Eclipseโ€™s life and culture that youโ€™ve gathered in your short bursts of seeing him. Courting gifts and becoming mates are important. You understand now what exactly it means to belong to him, and for him to belong to you.
For so long, he has waited in the icy waters alone. His family was dragged up in nets and gutted with spears by a horrible, wicked man named William Afton. He grew up with no kindness, warmth, or guidance. You couldnโ€™t fault him for the tragedy that befell him, but you did grow fearful after he stole you away the first time and changed you against your will.ย 
Now youโ€™ve had time to understand him. You watched him let you go, and you returned to find him waiting with open arms.ย 
Your gloved fingers roam over the irregular and smooth shapes of the gift you come bearing. He gave you so much. Thereโ€™s something you want to give him in return.ย 
Vanessa and Michael might not understand everything between you and Eclipse, but they support you.ย 
You choose Eclipse.
Leaving the base behind, you waddleโ€”ever the bird in Eclipseโ€™s eyeโ€”across the frozen layers of ice that make up the great Arctic. You do not wander for long before the sea spreads dark and blue beside you. The sharp contrast of pale snow and choppy, deep waters overwhelms your sharp eye for images to capture.
You have many pictures of the ocean. Each one uses the light and angle to capture a swell of waves, the same as you experience a great rise of emotion, searching for your mate.
Emerging from the depths with a striking arch of his lithe and powerful body, Eclipse lifts his head above the sea. His stunning dorsal fin strikes high into the air, burning red and orange before melting into the lovely pattern of black and white upon his body. Even at this distance, you see his mouth full of teeth spreading into a grin.
A soft sound carries over the waves. A song of welcome. You close your eyes briefly to truly catch the sound of Eclipseโ€™s voice over the Arctic wind and splashing waves.
You hold up your hand and wave, at last breaking into a trot as best as you can. Avoiding a dreadful plunge on the slick ground, you trek to the edge of the water. Eclipse dives down. Your heart leaps into your throat.
โ€œEclipse!โ€ You call as you drop to your knees beside the water. โ€œEclipse, Iโ€™m here!โ€
You lean over the slushy tide, mixing with shards of ice and blue-gray water, only to be greeted by a crescent mark face of black and white. Eclipse thrusts himself beside you, pushing onto the ice with an impressive flick of his tail. His impressive size easily dwarfs you. Minding the droplets flinging off of his sheeny body, he drapes himself along the ground before you in a dramatic presentation.ย 
โ€œBirdie,โ€ Eclipse rumbles deeply. A flare of deep joy overtakes his red and yellow eyes. His grin remains wide, and it is painful to wait for his hands to dry enough before he takes you by the arms and engulfs you in his presence. โ€œYou came back.โ€
โ€œI said I would,โ€ you answer softly.ย 
โ€œYou did.โ€ He turns his face down, and with delicate effort, pushes your goggles carefully up your face. The bitter sting of the frigid air rushes your skin. To combat the dangerous cold, Eclipse captures you in a full-face nuzzle.
You softly sigh under the tender but deep fussing of his flat nose against you. He moves over you, going from cheek to cheek and even tucking himself under your chin for a moment, uncaring that your wool scarf gets in the way. His tongue slips out from between his lips to lick at your jawline. You resist a ticklish twitch, and instead, anchor him for a moment against you. Closing your eyes, you return the gesture and lay yourself entirely against his face.ย 
For one precious moment, Eclipse warms you.
Then he kisses you on the nose. You laugh once in quiet surprise.ย 
โ€œLet me see you,โ€ he whispers.
You hold still, your eyes squinting against the brightness of the sun shining over Eclipse as if he were waxed and polished. His body never ceases to amaze you.
Gently, he takes your hood and pushes it back. The cold quickly swirls over your head. As you learned before your first trip to the icy land, the head loses the most heat from the human body, and that is why itโ€™s important to keep it covered.
Eclipse tenderly lifts his hand and runs his clawed fingers through your short hair. When you first met, he admired your dark strands with the blond streak you dyed into it, straight down the middle. He admired you in the way one would admire an exotic bird.
โ€œHandsome,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œI missed your strange fur.โ€
โ€œHair,โ€ you correct with a smile.
โ€œHair,โ€ he echoes, before kissing the crown of your head. He reaffixes your hood over you before settling his arms over your legs and holding your gaze. โ€œTell me about your travels, birdie.โ€
You need not wait for another invitation. Itโ€™s not often you get the opportunity to ramble about your photography, but Eclipse always lends a listening ear. Youโ€™ve learned how genuine he is, as curious as you are, and just as insatiable for new, beautiful things.ย 
First, you tell him about Ocracoke Island. It is not the most exotic land youโ€™ve traveled to, but it is nonetheless abundant with stunning seashells and a lively beach filled with yellow sands and green waters. Then you traveled to Shell Beach in the Australian winter. Awe Striking scenery fueled your photograph as the pale beach glistened to tiny, white shells beside an ever-endless blue sea. Then you traveled to Jeffreys Bay. The water is most gorgeous there, a pale blue-gray with rich seafoam flooding over an entire shoreline worth of shells.ย 
He doesnโ€™t ask, but itโ€™s clear that you favor tropical and seaside environments during the last six months of your travels. Eclipse has many questions when you talk of such places, such as the creatures there or what you enjoy most about visiting such environments. He draws his claws softly over your gloved hands as you continue to speak.ย 
Truly, he gives his full attention. Though his eyes may wander over your small fingertips or short stature, he is no less aware of what you spill from your lips.
As you finish telling him of carefully walking along Jeffreys Bay, you gently free your hand from his grasp. His eyes flare for a moment. His claws flex, watching hungrily as you reach into the inside of your coat and withdraw the most precious gift you are about to give.
โ€œI have something for you,โ€ you start softly, your fist curled over the offering, โ€œIt would mean so much to me if you accepted it.โ€
Eclipse tilts his head down, eyes crinkled in curiosity. The shine of his burning red frills catches on the sunlight. You swallow down your heart. Carefully unfurling your fingers, you present Eclipse with a courting gesture.
Laid upon your hand is a cord of strung seashells. Tiny, spiraling, and flat shells clink softly together to form a gradient of deep red, burnt orange, periwinkle, soft baby blue, and pure frost. Six months you spent finding the precise colors. The ones of Eclipse, and the ones that were on your tail when he had changed you into a siren. Those cool, soft colors never quite left your head.
Neither has Eclipse left your heart.
The gravity of the gesture is not lost on you as you study Eclipseโ€™s wide eyes and gaped mouth. He reaches out as if handling thin ice, and strokes the shells with his clawed fingertips. The seashells are tiny but solid. A musical clink echoes at Eclipseโ€™s brush of his hand, and he lifts his eyes.
โ€œI accept,โ€ he answers in a low, powerful voice.
Your entire being flutters, warm and reassured.
โ€œMay I?โ€ you ask softly, lifting the cord and carefully taking the ends. โ€œItโ€™s meant to be wornโ€ฆ if you want to wear it.โ€
โ€œBirdie, I desire nothing more than to display your gift on my body.โ€ His declaration sends a sweeping heat into your cheeks.ย 
โ€œYour hand,โ€ you say, your eyes filling with misty tears.
He obeys, offering his arm. You level him out to expose his wrist. Slipping the bracelet of seashells around the sinew-packed bones, you deftly tie it and ensure the cord will not unravel anytime soon.ย 
โ€œYou gave me many gifts during our courtship,โ€ you say deliberately. You lean back to admire it upon his wrist. โ€œI wanted to return the gesture in kind.โ€
His hand clenched as if to contain emotion within his fist. He holds his hand and twists it this way and that, watching the seashells swing slightly against his shiny skin.
โ€œThis means much to me, birdie,โ€ Eclipse lowers his gaze at last to you. His chest puffs up with pride. The glow in his gaze is as soft as candlelight. โ€œI will treasure it.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m gladโ€ฆโ€ you say, holding back something behind your tongue that stings and causes your entire body to squirm.
In the moment your eyes dart away from him, heavy with words you canโ€™t yet dislodge, a claw curls carefully under your chin. A spark fires in your chest. Gently but firmly, Eclipse lifts your head to look deep into your eyes. His constant grin thins into concern.
โ€œWhat is troubling you?โ€
Your throat bobs softly. His eyes dart once to your gift before returning to you, and for a moment, a shine of fear returns to his gaze. The same as when you told him you had to leave the very first time.
You answer quickly but softly, โ€œIโ€™ve never stopped thinking of you, and I've never stopped caring for you, Eclipse.โ€
His expression softens like the sky in the morning after a wicked blizzard. His claw carefully draws along your bottom lip.
โ€œMy little siren,โ€ he rumbles, but thereโ€™s a hint of melancholy in the endearment. โ€œHow precious you are.โ€
โ€œI've come to a decision.โ€ A fluttering erupts within you, and you slowly reach out to hold tight to his arm. โ€œEclipse, I want to stay with you.
You watch in both awe and whirling emotion as Eclipse is struck dumb. His jaw drops. His eyes flare wide open. His touch upon you slackens as if he were about to slip back into the water in his stupor, but instead, he looks at you as if seeing you again for the first time.
A fist squeezes your heart, and you forget to breathe. Is it too late? Does he still want to have you?
โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆ Iโ€™mโ€ฆโ€ The apology fumbles on your tongue as you try to turn away, but Eclipse grabs you tighter, stopping you in your tracks.
Then you feel the tremors in his hand. Ripples of emotion take over his strong and sleek body, falling down his shoulders and into the very flukes of his tail. His eyes burn deeply.
โ€œYou will stay with me?โ€ he asks, caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder. โ€œTruly, birdie?โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ your voice almost cracks. โ€œI love you. I want to be with you as a siren.โ€
Saying the words frees something within you. The pulse pounding in your ears calms. Eclipseโ€™s hand upon your chin softens into a tender touch. He leans very close. In a gentle brush of his sea-salt-tinged lips, he kisses you deeply. His fervor almost pushes you back, but his arms wrap around and hold you perfectly in place.
He breaks the kiss softly.ย 
โ€œI love you, my mate.โ€ He tilts your head softly as he nuzzles your cheek. โ€œWhen you are ready, I will take you into the water.
Your heart sways within you. It is difficult to not recall how frigid and consuming the Arctic is, and the panic you felt underneath the water. But this is different.
He loves you truly. He let you go, and you step back willingly into his arms.ย 
โ€œI will make it quick, birdie,โ€ he whispers, โ€œI am yours eternally.โ€
You smile before caressing his face, touching the corner of his mouth, and feeling the slipperiness of his black and white skin.ย 
โ€œAnd Iโ€™m yours,โ€ you smile.
With gentle reverence, Eclipse helps you undress. You urge him to hurry once the cold begins to attack your skin. Mentally, you must brace yourself once more for the cold of the water. Eclipse cradles you close against his body as you shiver violently in the sub-zero temperatures.
He bows over you, and with a conjuring of a song from deep within his chest, magic fills the air with the force of thunderous waves. It fills you as he presses his lips to your mouth, and together, you slip under the surface.ย 
Your courting gift of seashells sways around his wrist in the water.
The power of his magic takes you gently out of a world of footsteps and leg strides and into a body fit for cutting through storms and sailing through seas. The colors upon your fluke tips are the same as you remember. This time, you allow him to remove the last of your clothing. Completely bare, transformed, and magically thriving, you are reborn.
He embraces you. The length of his tail easily surpasses your own, and you are held safe as he kisses you within the frozen brine.
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ใ…คใ…คghostface!mike schmidt x afton daughter!reader
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genre: smut, minors dni, dark content, ghostface au
word count: 4.5k
summary: how were you supposed to know one of your closest friends was also the one in desperate need for revenge?
warnings: dubcon (this can also be considered noncon to some since there's the fear of death in place so if that's not your thing please don't read), knife use, manipulation, voyeurism but no one actually sees, daddy kink, piv, blowjob, nonconsensual somnophilia, male masturbation, reader doesn't know what william did, dirty talking, creampie
a/n: a day late but happy thanksgiving everyone ๐Ÿ–ค i am thankful for my josh hutcherson phase (normally I was going to post this yesterday but oh well you get it)
**dividers made by @saradika xx
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How long has it been since you came here? How long has it been since you witnessed the clean beige exterior that now looked more suffocating than liberating?ย 
You observe the dust over the picture frames as you drop the suitcases, the sudden release of weight making your back bend back like a bow. You stare for a while. Your dad had bought this particular vacation home ages ago. Ironically he had done it so the family could spend some quality time together over the summers. That was before the incident. Before your mom left, only leaving you and him.ย 
Now the dirt outside was muddy from the pouring rain. Leaves turning to mush under the pressure of tires and boots. You hear the faint sound of the car door closing. Moments later Mike stands behind you. You can feel his breath tickling the back of your neck. It soothes you.ย 
โ€œSo this is the famous summer house huh?โ€ he looks around, not bothering to close the door behind him, he takes a step further. โ€œGod, itโ€™s cold in here. Please tell me thereโ€™s a heater somewhere.โ€ย 
โ€œProbably in the basement. Remind you this place wasnโ€™t meant for winter.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah I can see that from the windows,โ€ he turns and finally closes the door. โ€œItโ€™s a bit eerie that anyone might just watch us from down there.โ€ย 
You scoff, โ€œWhoโ€™s gonna watch? This house is the only one. Besides itโ€™s just a couple days.โ€ย 
Your dad was finally selling the place. Meaning you had limited time to pack the things you wanted to keep before the rest was torn out. You knew packing all the old pictures would be overwhelming so you asked Mike to join and he was more than eager to help outโ€”which was a bit surprising but you were grateful nonetheless. He was always kind to you. Always so gentle. He made your heart jump whenever he looked into your eyes, observing, searching them for something more. You never knew what he was searching for.ย 
Mike walks ahead with just his backpack, heโ€™s wearing all black: black hoodie, black pants, black jacket. . . heโ€™s completely contrasting his surroundings. He turns to you with rounded eyes and you melt a little.ย 
โ€œSo where am I staying?โ€ย 
โ€œLet me show you,โ€ Itโ€™s odd being in the halls again, you remember them feeling endless when you were a kid. The floor underneath you creaks. โ€œLuckily we have a bunch of rooms. I donโ€™t know what my parents were thinking, itโ€™s not like we entertained a lot of guests.โ€ย 
โ€œWell, it worked out in the end. Now I have a place to say.โ€ย 
โ€œSilver lining,โ€ you agree, showing his room. โ€œMake yourself comfortable. Iโ€™m going to head to bed and we can brainstorm where to start in the morning.โ€
โ€œSounds like a plan,โ€ he steps inside the room and you canโ€™t help but be reminded of how out of place he looks. โ€œGood night.โ€ย 
โ€œGood night, Mike.โ€ย 
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He stands at the door with furrowed brows and downturned lips. Not that itโ€™s important what his expression is. Itโ€™s not like anyone can see it underneath his mask. The mask that heโ€™d bought last second. It is now or never. And this is his chance to avenge his brother, his broken family. This is the solution to all of it.ย 
It doesnโ€™t help that youโ€™re soundly sleeping. Your lips slightly parted, more skin showing with each rise and fall of your chest. Mike takes a step further inside. The wind howls against the naked windows. Yet, your room managed to stay warm. You turn around to lay on your back and he sees you parting your legs underneath the comforter. His cock grows hard at the sight, heโ€™d love to take you right now. Fuck you until you gasp awake, your sweet cunt dripping with arousalโ€”youโ€™d tell him to stop, not recognizing who he is and heโ€™d go on until youโ€™re creaming around him. Your body becoming sweaty and warm.ย 
Mike licks his lips and rubs a palm over the outline of his cock. His eyes search your room. You hadnโ€™t unpacked yet. Your suitcase open with clothes pouring out the edges. You probably just picked that flimsy shirt you were wearing and headed to bed. He slowly walks to the pile of clothes, within, he finds a pair of black lace underwear. Mike picks it up. A gloved thumb follows the patterns of delicate flowers. His lips curl upward, just what you were planning on doing with him here? In your old family home where itโ€™s just the two of you?
He stands at the edge of your bed. Heโ€™s amazed at how much he can get away with without waking you. Itโ€™s amazing how much you trust him without a second thought.ย 
Too bad he doesnโ€™t trust you.ย 
With your panties, he fists his cock, the fabric catches against the head prompting the jerk of his hips. He strokes himself fast and hard. Precome seeping into the delicate fabric. His eyes are glued to your lips, the pacing of your breath, your body thatโ€™s sprawled underneath the sheets. His cock twitches. Balls tightening as he imagines the sounds you would make for him with a knife against your throat and him deep inside your cunt.ย 
The smallest of groans manage to escape him as he spills into his fist and the fabric, thick ropes of come staining your panties, he inches closer. Hips stuttering helplessly while wishing to see himself dirty your pretty parted lips. He knows he will soon enough. He sees the way you look at him, how desperate you are for affection and a sense of belonging. Mike enjoys the sense of control he has over you. It makes it all that much more sweeter.ย 
Heโ€™ll take you. Break you. And pull you back together again.ย 
Heโ€™ll ruin William Aftonโ€™s precious little girl.ย 
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Youโ€™re blessed with a little bit of sun today. Bits of dust sway in the air, boxes upon boxes standing around you and Mike. Two empty coffee cups lay idly on the floor. You slept like a baby last night, which was something you hadnโ€™t expected, yet when you woke up you felt a bit off. Your door was open for starters. And you definitely remember closing it. Mike had just shrugged it off, saying that you were tired and probably forgot.ย 
Which is likely, now that you think about it.ย 
Mike picks up one of the framed photos of you and your dad. Despite the sunlight filling the living room, a chill settles over your skin. He observes the photo longer than necessary. Then he traces the engraved name underneath the picture.ย 
โ€œAfton,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œI keep forgetting youโ€™re an Afton.โ€ย 
He doesnโ€™t let go of the picture as his eyes meet yours, you donโ€™t like the look in them. He almost seems angry.ย 
โ€œWhat does it matter?โ€ you say in a sheer tone. โ€œItโ€™s not like it means anything whether Iโ€™m an Afton or not.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™d beg the differ. And I know some other people would too.โ€ย 
Mike places the photo in a box, eyes dropping to the floor. Heat rises to your cheeks. Youโ€™re confused. Very confused. โ€œAre talking about Freddy Fazbearโ€™s? You know I donโ€™t like talking about that Mike.โ€ย 
โ€œNo need to get defensive. Iโ€™m just saying that your surname isnโ€™t nothing,โ€ he gives you a small smile but it does little to calm your nerves. โ€œYou were never suspicious of him?โ€ย 
โ€œOf what?โ€ย 
He gives you a blank stare, โ€œOf the murders.โ€ย 
Your mouth opens and very promptly snaps shut. Mike was never interested in this before. He hadnโ€™t even asked about it, not once. Your shoulders drop and your heart feels heavy in your chestโ€”Were you ever suspicious of him? Of your own father? To be fair you never thought about it. You shut your eyes and plugged your ears. You never wanted to think about that wretched pizzeria and all the things that happened in it.ย 
Your stomach jumps when he reaches out, curling his palm over the slope of your knee. You release a long breath.ย 
โ€œSorry for bringing it up,โ€ he says, his eyes now soft. โ€œI didnโ€™t mean to upset you.โ€ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s okay.โ€ It wasnโ€™t. You get up, feeling the weight of his gaze as you do. โ€œAlright, I think Iโ€™m gonna take a brisk shower then we can make pasta or something.โ€ย 
โ€œI can start on that,โ€ he answers. โ€œPesto or marinara?โ€ย 
โ€œYou can pick. Iโ€™m fine with either.โ€ย 
He nods and you leave before he stands. You feel icky all over. The dust and the sudden reality check about your fatherโ€™s pizzeria and his role in all that had happened make you desperate to scrub yourself clean.ย 
You swiftly enter the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, giving it a hard shove until you hear the satisfying click. The inside smells of lavender.ย 
You strip and throw your clothes into the washing machine. The water warms up easily when you step inside. You draw the curtain shut and sigh at the clean water caressing your skin. Warm showers are the solution to everything. Even daddy issues. You begin to wash your hair, a soft moan dropping from your lips as you massage your scalp. The water trickles down your neck and between your breasts. With soapy hands, you give yourself a firm squeeze and graze your thumbs over the pebbled nipples.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s nice,โ€ you sigh, hands moving up to rinse your hair. Maybe after the shower you can lay down and treat yourself until lunch is ready. Your vibratorโ€™s fully charged, and the prospect of Mike hearing the faint buzz of it makes your pussy throb.ย 
Just as you reach for the loofah a soft click echoes in the steamy room.ย 
Your body tenses. Your heart suddenly beating a mile a minute.ย 
Your eyes turn in the direction of the door but you canโ€™t see well with the curtain. All you see is the blurry darkness of the hall thanks to the open entrance. โ€œMike?โ€ you call out, voice trembling. โ€œIf thatโ€™s you itโ€™s not funny.โ€ย 
Of course, itโ€™s not him. Even from here, you can smell the pasta sauce. Pesto. You desperately search for any kind of weapon you can use but all you see are shampoo bottles and the loofah youโ€™re currently holding. You swallow. Turning back to the curtain, you see a faint shadow. It tilts its head.ย 
You need to attack. Need to do something before they do. How did they even get in here?ย 
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.ย 
But youโ€™re frozen with fear as the stranger curls their fingers around the shower curtain. The rest happens suddenly. The curtain is ripped open and you see who it isโ€”Mostly. You see the mask, two pitch-black eyes staring back at you. Instead of screaming you jump away, the porcelain slips from underneath you, you fall and as soon as you do, youโ€™re swallowed by darkness.ย 
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Your eyes flutter open. Thereโ€™s a sharp sting against your forehead.ย 
โ€œThank god youโ€™re awake.โ€ย 
โ€œMโ€”Mike?โ€ย 
Your vision stops shaking and you finally see him. Mike, and his two soft brown eyes staring down at you. Heโ€™s holding a ball of cotton, the white stained by a bit of red. โ€œWhat. . .โ€ You attempt to get up but quickly forgo your decision when your head throbs. Mike clicks his tongue and presses the cotton to your head, your eyes tear up as it stings, but it slightly subsides seconds later. Looking down, you notice a towel was thrown over you.ย 
โ€œI should be asking you that, how the hell did you slip?โ€ย 
โ€œI. . . I didnโ€™t.โ€ย 
โ€œWhat do you mean you didnโ€™t?โ€ย 
โ€œThere. . there was someone in the shower,โ€ Your blood freezes as you remember. โ€œHe. . .I think it was a he? He was wearing a mask and he opened the curtain and fuckโ€”I was so scared Mike.โ€ย 
Your arms move on their own and wrap around his neck, pulling him close. It takes him only a second to mimic your movement, wrapping his arms around your cold shivering body. His fingers trace your spine. A pleasant shiver runs up your back. โ€œItโ€™s okay. Iโ€™ve got you now,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œBut. . . the door was closed.โ€ย 
What? โ€œWhat?โ€ You shake your head as you pull away from him, ignoring the towel slightly sliding lower. โ€œThereโ€™s no way. How did you see me then?โ€ย 
โ€œWell, I shouted for you but you didnโ€™t respond. Then I knocked and you didnโ€™t respond again. The door wasnโ€™t locked so I let myself in.โ€ย 
โ€œAnd you found me unconscious? No one was here?โ€ย 
โ€œOnly you.โ€ย 
You shudder. Thatโ€™s absolutely terrifying.ย 
โ€œCome on letโ€™s. . .โ€ he swallows and you notice his eyes lingering where your towel has fallen. The swell of your breasts exposed. Looking away, you pull the fabric up and properly wrap it around yourself. His eyes move up to meet your gaze. โ€œLetโ€™s get you dressed and then we can eat.โ€ย 
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Your last night here. Finally.ย 
After the unfortunate fall in the shower, you never managed to shake the feeling of being watched in your own house. You didnโ€™t say anything to Mike but you knew he saw how freaked out you were from your eyes, by the way you would jump at every sound. Every time you closed your eyes you saw the strangerโ€™s maskโ€”those damn black sockets and open mouth staring back at you. It didnโ€™t help that every morning you found your door wide open. You couldโ€™ve sworn that you closed it. But without fail, the door was open in the morning.ย 
And youโ€™re so grateful to be done with it all.ย 
Stacks of boxes stand tall near the door. You were adamant about having everything ready tonight so that as soon as the sun peaked through the two of you could leave. Which was why you had ordered Mike to pack his suitcaseโ€” youโ€™re doing the same, folding clothes with shaky hands and hoping the morning would come faster.ย 
Throwing your shirt into the suitcase your brows furrow, โ€œWhat the hell?โ€ you murmur as you lower yourself to your knees. The drawers and closet are emptied out, so why the hell do you only have three pairs of underwear?ย 
Sweat beads at your forehead. With panic, you rummage through the neatly folded clothes. You donโ€™t care about the mess or the fact that youโ€™ll have to fold them againโ€”why canโ€™t you find the other pairs?ย 
Youโ€™re completely defeated as your entire body deflates. Just three. You remember packing ten. Theyโ€™re gone. All gone. Stolen.ย 
Your heart lurches and you feel it beating in your throat. You want to leave. You want to leave. You want to leave.ย 
The phone rings.ย 
Itโ€™s loud and booming. Your eyes shot towards the hallway. Itโ€™s the landline. A phone that hadnโ€™t been used for god knows how long. You werenโ€™t even aware that it was still connected.ย 
You blink rapidly, forcing the sting of tears to fade. You stand on shaky legs as you head towards the phone in the living room. You vaguely hear Mike mumbling a melody thatโ€™s familiar but also not at the same time.ย 
You stare at your reflection in the widows as you pick up the phone. Normally youโ€™d appreciate the view. The dark sky, the swaying pine trees. But not today.ย 
You clear your throat, โ€œHโ€”Hello?โ€ย 
You hear a faint static, a low internal breathing, then the silence talks back, saying your name. You shudder at the rasp in his voice, fear weighing you down and gluing you to the floor. โ€œWho is this?โ€ you ask.ย 
โ€œYou know who I am,โ€ he murmurs and takes a deep inhale. โ€œWeโ€™ve met before remember? That moment in the bathroom.โ€ Your body freezes all over, he chuckles, then speaks as if reminiscing a fond memory. โ€œYou looked so amazing. Nipples hard, body wet. Were you touching yourself?โ€ย 
You remain silent, eyes glued to the hall that is lit by Mikeโ€™s room. You want to call out. You really do. But youโ€™re terrified.ย 
โ€œWas it him you were thinking about?โ€ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s. . .โ€ you swallow. โ€œThatโ€™s none of your business.โ€ย 
โ€œEverything you do is my business,โ€ he snaps but then the harsh baritone of his voice quickly softens. โ€œFine. Donโ€™t. I know the answer anyway.โ€ย 
โ€œWhat do you want?โ€ย 
โ€œI want the truth, Miss Afton.โ€ Your breath catches, your knees begin to shake. โ€œJust answer my question and maybe you wonโ€™t die.โ€ย 
You remain silent and you hear the smile in his voice, โ€œGood girl. Now, do you know your father is a murderous piece of trash? Yes or no?โ€ย 
You close your eyes, shake your head, you canโ€™t answer. โ€œFine,โ€ he huffs. โ€œDo you think you deserve to live?โ€ย 
โ€œI. . .โ€ Your mouth goes dry and your fingers tighten around the phone. โ€œI do.โ€ย 
Honestly, youโ€™re not sure if you believe that.ย 
โ€œOh, Iโ€™m sorry but thatโ€™s just not correct,โ€ he answers with a melodic lilt. โ€œYou donโ€™t deserve anything. Why should your life matter more than the other kids that were killed by your father?โ€ย 
โ€œIt shouldnโ€™t.โ€ย 
Your voice barely comes out in a whisper now. Your eyes drop to the floor, maybe if you run and get to Mike in time you can save you both?ย 
โ€œIs your dad a killer yes or no?โ€ then he adds. โ€œYou better answer correctly this time.โ€ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ you say this time, he clicks his tongue in annoyance.ย 
โ€œWrong.โ€ You close your eyes, taking a deep breath you open them again. All you see is your reflection. โ€œIโ€™ve been watching you,โ€ he says. โ€œYou sleep like a log. I watched you. Fucked my fist while you were sleeping soundly, dreaming of sunshine and rainbows,โ€ he sighs. โ€œOr whatever the fuck girls like you dream about.โ€
Youโ€™re appalled by the sudden gush of wetness that courses through you. You shake your head, trying to push the images away. โ€œPlease donโ€™t do this,โ€ you beg.ย 
He stops speaking for a good while, for a second you think he hung up, but then you hear his breath in your ear and know that heโ€™s still there. โ€œI keep forgetting.โ€ย 
โ€œForgetting what?โ€ย 
โ€œThat youโ€™re an Afton.โ€ย 
Your heart drops to the pits of your stomach. Every fiber of skin burning and tingling with the realization. Youโ€™ve heard those words before. Youโ€™ve heard the hidden accusation in them. Your ear burns from the phone pressed against it, you press it harder, not wanting to miss a second of dialogue. Your lips brush against the plastic as you do.ย 
โ€œMike?โ€
The line goes dead. Silent. And you realize you preferred words coming from the other line. Tortorously slow, as if in a dream, you place the phone back in its cradle. You feel him before you see him. Your head turns. You feel every muscle pulling as you do.ย 
And there he is.ย 
The man with the mask.ย 
โ€œMike?โ€ you say again with less conviction. He tilts his head, not moving, not saying anything. Your body stiffens and your eyes drop to his hands where you see the sharp edge of a knife. You drag your gaze back to the mask, hoping that youโ€™re staring into his eyes, โ€œWhy?โ€ย 
He takes a step forward and you take a step back. Youโ€™re inches away from the wide windows. โ€œI had a brother,โ€ he says, youโ€™re surprised to find yourself relaxing upon hearing his voice. โ€œIโ€™ve tracked down the suspects. Looked at similar cases for years. Every bit of information leads to Afton.โ€ย 
โ€œI had nothing to do with it.โ€ย 
Another step. The glass is cool underneath your palms.ย 
โ€œYou father did,โ€ he answers. He stands only an inch away now, your stomach jumps when he presses the sharp edge of the knife against your neck. You hold your breath. โ€œThe day he took him is the day I lost everything. My family shattered. All because of him. And now. . .โ€ Mike presses the knife harder, a hint of pain blossoming from where heโ€™d cut. Your eyes snap shut. โ€œNow Iโ€™ll take his little girl. Eye for an eye.โ€ย 
โ€œMike, please,โ€ you whisper. Then you say something that surprises you both. โ€œTake off the mask. If Iโ€™m going to die, I want to see you.โ€ย 
He tenses but obliges anyway. The mask falls to the floor, his hair mussed, soft curls fall over his forehead. A bit of stubble on his chin from not shaving at all since you two arrived. He doesnโ€™t look scary, not at all. He looks vengeful, yes, but the softness in his eyes is still there.ย 
โ€œWhat are you going to do to me?โ€ย 
Mikeโ€™s nostrils flare as he inhales, he exhales through parts lips, you feel his warm breath on your skin. โ€œIโ€™m going to ruin you.โ€ The knife is replaced with his hand, he squeezes your throat, pulls you away from the glass, and slams you into it. โ€œYouโ€™re mine now. I own you.โ€ย 
You shudder as he lets you go, his hands fumble with his jeans, and the fabric pools at his ankles. โ€œGet on your knees and suck daddyโ€™s cock.โ€ย 
You stare at him, wide-eyed but do as youโ€™re told anyway. You drop to your knees. His cock achingly hard in front of you. He holds himself and drags the wet tip across your lips. He slides the underside of his cock against your face and without thought you dart your tongue out, tasting him. Mike groans, the sound rattling in his chest. With no warning given, he slips his cock between your lips and stops halfway. Your eyes water at how thick he is.ย 
When you look up you see heโ€™s holding his phone, camera directed at you with his cock in your mouth. โ€œSorry,โ€ he says with a faint smirk. โ€œI need a souvenir to remember how good you look with my cock in your mouth. Who knew Aftonโ€™s precious daughter was such a slut.โ€ย 
Your eyes flutter as he shoves the phone back into his jacket pocket. He cradles your head and starts fucking himself deep into your mouth. โ€œYou know,โ€ he rasps. Mike pushes himself especially deep and smiles broadly when you choke around him. โ€œYou really should be thanking me for not slitting your throat during all the nights I watched you.โ€ย 
He suddenly stops and pulls out until itโ€™s only the head between your lips. His cock throbs on your tongue, he forces your gaze up to him, โ€œThank me for not slitting your throat.โ€ย 
โ€œThankโ€”โ€ Itโ€™s hard to speak with him still between your lips. You swallow and try again, your nipples tight. โ€œThank you for not slitting my throat.โ€ย 
โ€œSuch an obedient girl,โ€ he muses. โ€œIโ€™m going to fuck you in every corner of this house. Get upโ€”โ€ย 
He says that but lifts you himself, impatient, he presses you against the window, your cheek smushed against the clear surface. Your neck strains a little. His breath caresses the back of your neck, his lips on your ear, โ€œTime to pay for your fatherโ€™s sins.โ€
Mike lifts your shirt and pulls down your sweats. His cock lays heavy above the small of your back. Warm and wet. You clench as he pushes you forward, your breasts fully pressed against the glass. He kicks your legs apart, holding your arms back, Mike slips inside you with ease. Your breath halts in your throat. You only feel pleasure. You drip down his length, and with a groan, he buries himself to the hilt.ย 
โ€œI knew youโ€™d been waiting for this,โ€ he groans. โ€œSo fucking wetโ€”โ€ย 
โ€œMโ€”Mikeโ€”โ€ย 
He clicks his tongue and cocks his head to the side, his forehead brushing against the back of your head. โ€œNot Mike.โ€ย 
โ€œDaddy,โ€ you moan as he pulls out and slams back in. You choke. โ€œDaddyโ€”โ€ย 
Mike fucks into your harder, the sound of skin against skin echoes in the room, wet squelches following. Your knees shake as you find yourself completely immobile against the glass. His fingers curl around your neck and he yanks your head back, hips relentless.ย 
โ€œLook at that, anyone could see you now. I wish we had an audience.โ€ Your cunt squeezes him like a vice, his hips stutter forward, a sharp moan rattling in his throat. He laughs. โ€œDoes that turn you on?โ€ Helpless, you nod. โ€œThatโ€™s it, take it. Daddyโ€™s whore.โ€ย 
โ€œKiss meโ€”pleaseโ€”โ€ย 
The plea takes him by surprise, he stops, hand tensing around your neck, you feel the pulse of his cock deep inside you. He drags his hips down your neck and teases you with his teeth. Goosebumps rise over your skin. And finallyโ€”finallyโ€”those perfect plush lips meet your own. Itโ€™s cruel really. The red strings of fate that tie you two together. Youโ€™re still not sure what to make of it all. Or of him. But you surrender. You surrender to his mouth and tongue. Mike swallows you whole. His tongue moves lavishly over yours, sliding and sucking as he presses harder inside you.ย 
โ€œGonna come inside,โ€ he breathes into your mouth. His hand drops between your legs, your body shaking as he draws tight circles around your clit.ย 
Mikeโ€™s lips meet your throat, gentle then ravenous, making their way to the blankets of your clavicle, scraping the delicate skin. You arch against him, pleasure building, craving more. He thrusts harder, deeper, the pleasure increasing with each movement. His fingers grab your hips, and you can feel yourself tightening around him, his cock slamming against your core inside of you. Obscene sounds come from where heโ€™s playing with your clit. You feel like a rag doll. And soon the coil snaps, youโ€™re falling.ย 
Your entire body goes tense, his name leaving your lips in an urgent plea as the pleasure overtakes you. You shake and tremble, Mike continues to hammer into you, hand leaving your core and bracing itself near your head. Briefly, you manage to look outside. See the darkness that looms over the forest. Then you notice his reflection in the glass, eyes meeting yours.ย 
He smiles.ย 
Mike moans loudly, lips parting, his hips stutter over and over, spilling himself inside. Your eyes roll back, a whimper falling from your mouth as you take all of it. He holds himself there until his come starts to drip from where he stretches you. Your forehead finds purchase on the glass. Cold and soothing. His lips brush the back of your neck.ย 
โ€œYou look so tired already but weโ€™re not done yet,โ€ he parts your lips with his fingers and pushes them inside. Teary, you find his eyes in the reflection once more. Heโ€™s pleased. โ€œI was serious in what I said, Miss Afton. I own you, now.โ€ย 
โ€œMike. . .โ€ย 
โ€œAnd no matter where you run off to,โ€ he murmurs, cutting you off. A hint of annoyance in using his name.ย  โ€œIโ€™ll always come back.โ€
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