#William afton requests

[ahsxual]

Can someone give me some ideas to write about Matthew Lillard characters? 🥺 I want to write about Tim Laflour, Stevo Levy, Stu Macher, Doug Van Housen, Dennis Rafkin, Tim from The Curve, Jerry Conlaine, Billy Brubaker, Shaggy Rogers and obviously William Afton ✨ Maybe other Matthew's characters, if you request it? 🤭 (I think it's important to say that I only write with fem!Reader or GN!Reader <3)

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Mike getting absolutely BODIED by Spring Bonnie

[ozrbbit]

he did nothing wrong

[skeletoninthemelonland]

If it’s ok to ask could you do your springtrap meeting movie William?

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[aer0s]

WILLIAM AFTON WILLIAM AFTON

you can do ur own design you'd like but i'd also be partial to seeing the movie one in ur style ^^

surely he's qualified!

[scanlans-and-shorthalts]

Aftons and Emilys

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

Blend William Afton. Kill him

William Afton from Five Nights at Freddy's is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

[mechanicalinfection]

Weretrap

Damn bro this Weretrap has so much tism on it !!!

[sadesluvr]

Hi, if you're fine with it could you write doctor!William and patient!fem!reader and William fucks the reader in her hospital bed after lying to her about something. What it is, up to you. Happy holidays!

A/N: Thanks for the respectful ask Anon! Happy new year!!🎉 The irony of this was that the day before I got this req I’d literally read a fic for another fandom that was similar to the concept lmao. I’m sorry it’s taken a while, thanks for being patient! :)

WARNING: Reader is a little naive, or has amnesia (You chose). Below the cut will contain dub-con, manipulation and abuse of power. Minors DNI, and read at your own discretion. 

“Dr Afton…Am I going to be okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart. You’re under my care after all…”

You’d come to Dr Afton a few weeks ago, concerned with the fact that you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. You’d tried essential oils, music, even pills - all to no avail. Now, not only could you not sleep, but you were even more tired than before, becoming no stranger to headaches and irritability.

William had almost cum in his pants when you’d come back to him, eyes heavy and on the brink of tears; desperate and pleading for him to ‘fix’ you. In that moment, he almost felt bad that he’d given you stimulants, the same given to people who suffered from narcolepsy.

Today you were lying flat on the sterile medical beds, face up as your legs were spread in stirrups. Dr Afton had requested you to take off your underwear, and your pussy was exposed to the cool of the room. You were a little embarrassed, but luckily a sheet was draped over the bottom half, so you couldn’t see the man’s face.

“What is it?” you asked slowly, hearing as the man clicked his flashlight off. He sighed and hummed, and you’d come to know that it wasn’t one of promise.

“Forgive me for asking, sweetheart, but…How many sexual partners have you had?” he said, clearing his throat.

You swallowed.

“Um…One?” you said unsurely, biting your lip. “It was a while ago…On prom night,”

“Hm,” William said, and the corners of his lips twitched into a smirk. He didn’t know how you’d made it through three years of college without sex, but he was certainly glad. “I think I’ve found the source of your problem…”

“Really?” you squealed, and William adjusted his glasses in anticipation. Even though he’d locked the door, there was still a risk. If a nurse was to try and wander in, it would certainly ring alarm bells. He’d have to make this quick.

“Uh-huh,” he sang, and you were pleased to hear the glee in his voice. Dr Afton took his job so seriously! “Sweetheart, the source of your insomnia isn’t from the head - well, not directly - but your hormones. Most specifically, your endocrine system,”

“Oh,” you said. You remembered that stuff from high school. But how did that have anything to do with sleeping?

William sighed.

“The secret to a good night's rest is simply through achieving orgasm. You haven’t had sex in four years - and I assume you don’t masturbate - and your hormones are all messed up because of it. Upon reaching orgasm, we release oxytocin - the happy hormone - which in turn makes us relaxed, and then sleepy. Not to mention the physical movement that comes with sex,”

You were in shock. How could it have been so simple? How were you going to start having these, let alone every night so that you could sleep?

“Dr Afton, I –”

“No worrying about it, darling,” he hummed, beginning to shush you. “I’ve got just the thing…”

He was oh-so quiet as he zipped down his pants, his already hard cock jutting out of the hole. Taking off his gloves, he gave himself a few languid strokes before placing a hand on your knee, peeking over the cloth to get a glimpse at you. You were staring up at him with curious eyes, squirming slightly under his cold hands. It was different without his gloves.

“I’m just going to run a few tests, okay?” he smiled, blue eyes wide and sparkling. “It may hurt, and it might feel a little uncomfortable, but it’s going to help, okay? Call my name if you want something, alright?”

You nodded.

“W-What is your name?” you said, suddenly shy. Calling a doctor by their first name felt strangely intimate. 

“William,” he said, nodding at you before he disappeared back under the sheet, placing his hands on your thighs to signal for you to spread them apart. As you did, he lined his cock up with your entrance, taking a moment to rub his nub; pink and leaking with precum, along your folds. He let out a low groan as he felt you tremble.

“Just one of my tools, baby,” he assured you. “Don’t worry, it’s sterile, of course,”

You shut your eyes and scrunched your nose at the feeling. Whatever William was using was warm, slightly sticky and thick, yet it was making you feel good. You felt your thighs begin to quiver in anticipation, a hot, pulsing sensation rushing to your privates, in turn making it easier for William’s tool to glide across your pussy.

He hummed at the feeling of you growing wetter. Slyly, he placed his thumb onto your clit, beginning to rub it in circles as he pushed his head into you without warning, making you gasp. He hissed as he sank deeper into you, hands gripping the styrofoam of the chair, his body looming over you slightly. He could see the top of your face, eyebrows furrowed to the ceiling at the strange sensation, your lips slightly parted and wet. He longed to be able to kiss them; to hold you a little closer as he took all of you, but time was of the essence.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he smiled. “Almost there…”

He grumbled, choking back a moan as he bottomed into you, glancing down to admire your skin-on-skin contact. You were so fucking tight, and wet, that he was surprised he hadn’t broken you - much more he cum right on the stop.

“W-William…” you moaned, covering your mouth at the whorish sound. “It’s — The tool…It’s big…”

“Does it feel good?” was all he said, and he smirked as you nodded, a small whine escaping your mouth as you did. The man chuckled and adjusted his glasses. “This is gonna put you to sleep baby, I promise,”

He withdrew his hips before slamming them back into you, your head lolling against the rest. The sudden pressure was alarming, but it felt amazing, and as if a miracle had taken place you could feel your body relaxing already. Your breasts moved with the contact under the plastic garment, and you reached up to cup them, in turn making you feel even better. William grinned, watching in awe as your pussy took him completely, keeping up with the frantic movements from his greedy thrusts. He wished you were a virgin, that he could’ve popped your cherry right there and then, hugging and comforting you at the fact that you’d bled. Still, you only having one man (boy was the far more accurate term) was far better than two, and he could tell that you moaned and gripped him that this was what you were missing in your life. Desperate to bring you to your peak, he rubbed your clit eagerly, the feeling of his throbbing cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly bringing you to a point of overstimulation. Your raw nipples rubbed against the material of your gown, creating a friction that both pleasured you and made the nubs harden further, practically displaying themselves for William. A thumb on your clit turned into an index finger in your pussy, gently moving against the man’s own base. William’s grunts, the filling, yet rhythmic sensation and the build up of tears in your eyes at your sheer emotion was building up to too much.

It was bittersweet agony when you came. You didn’t know for how long, but you knew you blacked out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as your chest heaved and legs quivered. For a moment, William was nothing, just a figment of your imagination, but a wet, sticky sensation filling your cunt and dripping down your thighs brought you back to life.

Your limbs felt lifeless, eyes heavy, and a warm feeling spread across your body. Dr Afton had been right all along.

“I hope you feel better, sweetheart,” he said, words nothing but a jumble in your brain as you came down from your high. “Do note that this is only a temporary fix – I’ll need to see you in three days for an immediate checkup. From there, we’ll need to work out a year-long schedule. It’s imperative I monitor your progress.”

[ahsxual]

Just a quick update for my lovely followers and anyone interested in my writing 🫶🏼:

¬ Dark Sins IV: in progress

¬ William Afton (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ William Afton (Smut): will be written soon

¬ William Afton (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ Self-shipping w/ William Afton: already written, just need to correct it

¬ Stu Macher (Smut): already written, just need to correct it

¬ Stu Macher (Smut): already post it! <Tattoo Your Pleasure On Me>

¬ Stevo Levy (a bit of +18 content): in progress

¬ Doug Van Housen (Smut) : already post it! <Dark Fear & Pleasure>

¬ Tim Laflour (Fluff & a bit of Smut): will be written soon

[cyberstrm]

omg I love ur stuff! I humbly beg for movie!william spanking reader

matthew lillard!william afton x gn!reader

18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead

bent over his knee, the sheer embarrassment of your present situation was insurmountable.

"this is what you get, doll..." william's voice was soft, but there was a sternness to it that was downright terrifying. as he spoke, he softly stroked your ass, as if preparing you for the sting.

his hand moved away, and a split second later, it hit your skin with a burn that made you cry out in both pain and pleasure.

"...for disobeying me."

"y-yes, sir, i'm s-sorry..." you whispered as his hands found your ass again, slowly stroking it.

"i can't hear ya." he replies coldly.

"i'm sorry....for disobeying you..."

he spanked you again, and again, each time earned a loud moan from you.

"i think that's enough for now." he placed his hands on your waist and turned you upright, so you were sat in his lap. "how 'bout i make you feel good now, doll. if you promise to behave yourself this time."

[itsbuckytm]

Here me out.. shower sex with Mike Schmidt-

Shower with Mike Schmidt

Summary : Request : In which Mike might have been a little more aware that you had feelings for him all along. While the shower being the only possible room to express those feelings. Warning : SMUT SMUT SMUT

Mike's unfortunate situation required you to patiently wait for him to return from work. Adding to the difficulty, the young man was already quite stressed, and his primary desire upon arriving home was to immediately seek his bed and rest until the following day. However, today held an exception in your plans, as Mike had briefly requested your assistance in picking up Abby from school and getting her ready for bedtime. This meant that dinner was prepared, and you had a few hours of solitude in the room before his return from work. 

While Mike reveled in solitude, the newfound position bestowed upon him by Mr. Raglan proved to be profoundly challenging, especially considering the disarray he was already in. What astounded you most was not his ability to engage in coherent conversations with you, which seemed increasingly improbable, but rather his tenacity in preserving his mental equilibrium. On that particular evening, when Mike returned, his countenance bore an intricate amalgamation of emotions, instigating heightened concern within you. As he settled upon the living room's couch, he emitted a sigh of such depth and shame that it resonated as one of the most profound exhalations he had ever allowed himself.

As you observed his weary demeanor, you cautiously broached the subject, inquiring. "Long day?" Your initial reluctance to speak dissipated as you extended to him a welcoming cup of coffee, a beverage his physician had explicitly discouraged but one that he had, in a rare instance, advised you to offer if he sought to enhance his concentration. In response, he replied with a simple, affirmative hum and expressed his gratitude through a soft, murmured "Thank you." His hands cradled the cup, the liquid within steaming and exuding a comforting heat, precisely to his liking. As he took a sip, a subtle and almost imperceptible smile appeared to grace his features. "Thank you once more." He acknowledged, appreciative of your thoughtful gesture.

Seated alongside him, you graciously relayed the information that Abby had already completed her evening rituals, having taken her shower and donned her pajamas before partaking in her dinner. In your considerate manner, you suggested that, Mike was more than welcome to do so as well. A habitual inclination to depart from the couch and withdraw from the room began to stir within you, only to be arrested by the unexpected touch of his hand upon your arm. Startled, you turned your gaze towards him, an inquisitive arch gracing your brow. With his eyes half-lidded, Mike implored, his voice carrying a hint of drowsiness but a plea that resonated all too familiarly. "Please stay." He murmured, his pout lending an extra layer of persuasion to his request, beseeching you with a sentiment he was known to employ.

Initially, an instinctive impulse welled up within you, compelling you to dissent in response to this unusual demand. Your responsibility had been solely to ensure Abby's safety during Mike's shift, and no more. Yet, as you contemplated Mike's peculiar request, you couldn't help but entertain the possibility that fatigue had clouded his judgment, rendering him unusually talkative and perhaps even in need of nourishment. The inclination to suggest a small meal tugged at you, but he swiftly interposed, contending that dinner could be postponed. Upon further reflection, his argument held merit. With Abby securely ensconced in her room, serenely slumbering, Mike could, for once, contemplate relaxation. And if relaxation was indeed his aim, what better company than yours to accompany him in this moment of respite?

Though you uneasily acquiesced to his offer, an act that, upon reflection, appeared ethically questionable, the realization of Mike's superior role in your professional hierarchy weighed on your mind. The potential for his occasional idiosyncratic comments, particularly in the presence of your mother, if that were ever the case, gave you pause. However, as you drew nearer, observing the profound exhaustion etched across his countenance, an overwhelming sense of compassion enveloped you. An innate curiosity regarding his profession stirred within, yet you found yourself suppressing the urge to inquire.  As Mike nonchalantly set down his now empty coffee cup and extended an arm behind your back, drawing you closer, you assured him that you were quite comfortable where you sat. However, his expression shifted, and a hoarse chuckle emanated from him, remnants of the previous night still evident in his voice. "I noticed you watching me yesterday." He revealed, a twinkle of playful mischief in his eyes.

An expletive of astonishment nearly escaped your lips, and your eyes flitted nervously from side to side, attempting to process Mike's revelation. The gravity of the situation struck you when it became apparent that he remained unwavering, his unwavering gaze locked onto yours. Your thoughts danced between a presumption that he shared a similar sentiment and a nagging self-questioning, wondering if he had somehow overheard your brief conversation with Abby regarding Mike. 

However, a different intuition emerged, contradicting your initial doubts, as you noticed the subtle curvature of his lips forming a wicked smirk. "You truly believed I was oblivious?" He inquired, and a wave of relief washed over you, dispelling the notion that your initial impression had been nothing more than a self-concocted illusion. This encounter served as a stark reminder that, in the future, you should exercise greater discretion, ensuring that your gaze did not inadvertently linger on Mike, especially in his presence.

Your words faltered, leaving your speech marked by a pronounced stutter that only intensified the flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, a futile attempt to conceal your burgeoning feelings. With a tender chuckle, Mike gently encouraged you to reveal your hands, appreciating the affirmation of your growing connection with him. It was not that he needed to be vindicated, but he knew that, come tomorrow at work, Vanessa would owe him ten dollars, and you would be unequivocally his.

"Shh..." He leaned in, soothing your nervousness with a hushed reassurance, his thumb tracing a delicate path across your skin, from your thighs to your plump lips. It was a sensation he had yearned for since the moment he first laid eyes on you. In the softest and most polite of tones, he inquired. "May I?" The question rendered you momentarily motionless, your entire being seemingly frozen by his request. Yet, after a fleeting internal struggle, you accepted, a shared chuckle escaping both of you in harmonious union. "You may." Your voice trembled, granting permission with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

His lips, as you had imagined, were remarkably tender, and his prowess as a kisser left no room for doubt. The intricate dance of his tongue intertwining with yours spoke volumes about his skill. Delicately, his teeth occasionally grazed the pliant flesh of your lower lip, a subtle but potent assertion of his claim over you. In response, a soft whimper escaped your lips, conveying the surrender to his captivating ways.

His hands, imbued with an electrifying touch, traversed the sinuous contours of your back before finding their way to your arse. There, his fingers deftly sought purchase, securing a subtle yet undeniable grip on you. With a swift, practiced motion, he hoisted you into his arms, a single arm encircling your petite waist while your legs entwined themselves around his, ensuring that you remained secure in his embrace. Your laughter, a melodious counterpoint to the unfolding drama, rang out softly. You playfully protested being set down, but he obstinately defied your request, his determination unwavering. In his firm yet gentle embrace, he steered you toward the bathroom, both of you destined to embark on the shared experience of a shower.

Though the prospect of sharing a shower with Mike wasn't initially a scenario that had featured in your mental repertoire, you found yourself neither voicing dissent nor wholeheartedly objecting to the idea. With a practiced gentleness, Mike settled you onto the toilet seat, his own readiness for the shower apparent. As he prepared to disrobe, you reflexively covered your eyes, fumbling for any plausible excuse to evade the situation. In response, a light, affectionate chuckle escaped Mike's lips, his shirt already having been discarded. In a swift, surreptitious glance, he stood before you, unabashedly nude. Suggestion that you were welcome to join him if you felt comfortable hung in the air, a tempting proposition.

As the steamy allure of the imminent shower beckoned, you hesitated for a fleeting moment. A silent conversation with yourself ensued, contemplating the decision. "Should I?" You whispered, a trace of uncertainty lingering. Recognizing your own need for a rejuvenating shower, you ultimately made the choice to embrace the moment, shedding any remaining hesitation.

Without a moment's hesitation, you undressed, considering that perhaps the prospect of sharing a shower with Mike was not only a means to spend more time together but also an unconventional yet alluring way to unwind. These musings, however, passed through your mind without further significance. As you calmly entered the shower room, your presence initially went unnoticed by Mike, his back turned to you. But when he eventually turned to face you, a smile graced his countenance, lending an air of relaxation to his features.

His gaze, tender and radiant, seemed to soften as it locked onto your own. "You know," He began, his voice a hushed confession that left no room for delay. "It might not be the ideal way to profess one's love for someone. But, Y/N, I do truly love you." Mike's declaration hung in the steamy air, and without a moment's pause, he leaned in, capturing your lips with a passionate, fervent kiss. This time, the embrace bore a greater intensity, laden with temptation, and his hand embarked on a sensual journey down your body, his fingers delicately caressing your breast areas. Your response was a symphony of soft whimpers escaping from your parted lips, igniting a mutual excitement that engulfed both of you in the fiery throes of the moment.

"I yearn to hear your voice, calling out my name." Mike's voice, now husky and filled with desire, resonated in the steam-filled shower chamber. His eyes, ignited by a fervent lust and passion, darkened as he reveled in the sensation of your soft whimpers, his own desire manifesting physically. His skilled hands continued to caress your breasts with a tantalizing gentleness, evoking a sensation that left you yearning for more, your head tilting back as his lips embarked on an erotic descent along your neck, branding you with conspicuous marks.

In the midst of these intoxicating moments, Mike's voice grew heavier with each pause as he spoke, laying bare his affection for you. "And..." His breath, laden with a heady mix of passion and yearning, created an almost hypnotic rhythm as he confessed, "I wish to ensure that everyone bears witness to whom you truly belong."

In a state of submission, as deeply as he desired, your fingers eagerly sought out his touch. With each caress, Mike's arousal surged, a testament to his yearning for more than just your physical presence, desiring to claim you entirely as his own. He climaxed within you, savoring the sweet sound of your angelic voice, a melodious whimper that begged for further indulgence, all while his hand firmly grasped your hair from behind. Your body leaned back, yearning to face him, its malleable form a testament to its fervent desire, eagerly seeking more and more, as your mouth reached out for his in a passionate exchange of kisses.

"Is this what you desire, my dear?" He inquired, his tone infused with a seductive allure that sent shivers of arousal down your spine, momentarily distracting you from the sensations he had in store. In that moment, all he craved was to witness your vulnerability, and Mike proved exceptionally skilled in achieving just that.

With each rhythmic thrust, you were drawn into a whirlwind of sensation, your eyes rolling upwards as a euphoric wave overtook you. Your moans, once gentle, grew in volume, filling the space with the symphony of your passion. Mike's hand, initially a guiding presence, moved over yours in an objective manner. It was as if this were merely a test, a challenge to see how long you could hold back the flood of your desires.

When his hand finally withdrew, it was as though a dam had been breached, and you surrendered to the torrents of your pleasure. The anticipation built with each powerful thrust, and in a vulnerable admission, you confessed, "I'm about to climax..."

Even though Mike had initially wanted to witness you release your desires, he withdrew, relinquishing his claim to let it all be yours. Instead, he chose to be a teasing tormentor, skillfully pleasuring you with his mouth, his face nestled between your legs, your voice calling out his name again and again as you fervently clutched his curls with your fingers.

With graceful elegance, you descended to your knees, a pout adorning your features, a silent supplication to Mike's desires. He, in response, expressed his wish to witness your climax in a more exquisite manner, his hand enveloping his arousal and guiding it with a gentle precision. As you bestowed a tender peck upon the tip of his throbbing desire, you observed his release gushing forth, an artful display that bedecked your visage.

Amidst the sensual spectacle, his moans filled the air, your name escaping his lips like a sacred mantra, entwined with a fervent curse. A solitary finger traced a casual caress along your cheek, lightly adorned with remnants of his release. Leaning closer, he entreated you to taste the evidence of your shared ecstasy, and without hesitation, you complied.

Just before you realized it, a mischievous smile graced his countenance. "You shall be mine, my dear, and mine alone." He murmured, his tone resonating with the weight of an irrevocable commitment.

"Yes, sir," you responded, your eyes sparkling with anticipation and an exhilaration that danced like firelight. He proceeded to cleanse and pamper both of your bodies, all the while lavishing you with an unceasing cascade of tender kisses. Each kiss served as a wordless proclamation of his boundless affection, a testament to the depths of his love for you.

As the warm water enveloped you both, you couldn't help but contemplate the prospect of spending more time in the showers in the days to come. After all, it seemed like a place where love, passion, and intimacy could be shared in a most exquisite and unending manner.

[crunchchute]

PLEASE draw william as a pretty princess 🗣🗣

lets pretend this counts. i put him in one of those fancy feather trim robes

[rentaldarling]

TW: incest, rape, underage, dead dove do not eat

does anybody remember/have the fic where reader is one of william’s kids, and she gets raped by him? i remember he also forces her and michael to have sex. and elizabeth and evan die. but then reader and michael escape and then michael works at fnaf pizzeria or smth. and then ennard like moves in with them. and then reader gets kidnapped by william again

i need that fic it fueled so many of my best sob sessions 😞

[its-stimsca]

William afton filling children’s rooms with hallucinogenic gas and feeding them nothing but wafers stim board

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