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#steve raglan fic
ahsxual 3 months
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William Afton x Fem!Reader who is his stepdaughter, Y/N being a person that dresses very feminine and a lot of short skirts and dresses. Y/N would have a boyfriend that she learns had cheated on her with her best friend and she goes to her mom and stepdad house for comfort from her mom before quickly, realizing her mom was not home and it鈥檚 instead gets cheered up by her stepdaddy 馃槒
Daddy's Comfort
Genre: Smut & Angst
Warnings: minors dni +18, sad reader, Soft!Dom!William x Sub!Reader, cunnilingus, fingering, Perv!William, married!William, nipple play, praising, William calls reader a slut twice, cheating, age gap (reader is +18), daddy kink, almost getting caught
Word Count: 2,2k
Tagging: @aliceblxck @wolfman-moony
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Warm tears streamed down your face the moment you discovered that your boyfriend was cheating on you. And to make things worse, it was with your own bestfriend, the girl you were supposed to trust the most. But oh, how wrong were you. You never saw the bad side of people, because you didn't believe that people could be so cruel and untrustworthy. Whenever you felt down, you would go to your best friend's house to cry on her shoulder, but now that wasn't an available option, leaving you alone with your broken heart and no one to talk to about your pain.
You never liked to vent to your mother about your heartbreaks, feeling embarrassed to be vulnerable in front of her. Your stepfather William Afton, on the other hand, always gave you advice about how boys your age only wanted to play with naive girls and take advantage of their fragile hearts, which was why he was so strict about you having affairs or boyfriends. Right now, as you were heading home to get some comfort from your parents, since there was no one else who would listen to you, you realized how William was absolutely right.
You were hoping that your parents would be home at that moment, comforting you with the right words and the reassuring physical touch that you so desperately needed. However, when you opened the door, you noticed that only your new parental figure was home.
"Hi sweetie! How was your day?" William immediately noticed you weren't well the moment he looked at you. Your red face and puffy eyes weren't fooling anyone, especially your stepfather who was such a intelligent and perceptive man, and who apparently knew you too well.
He was sitting on the couch watching a criminal documentary to which you didn't pay much attention, as your mind was occupied with other thoughts. He was already in his pajamas, so he must have gotten home some time ago. He got up quickly the moment you didn't answer him and instead you just cried on the spot, as his tall figure approached you carefully so as not to elicit any negative reaction from you.
"Hey hey come here, honey. It's alright, daddy's got you now, baby." he reassured you in a soft tone, as he hugged you against his strong frame. You instinctively returned his gesture, the feeling of hugging your stepdad being much better and needed than you expected.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you nodded, allowing him to carry you over the couch and sit you on his lap, while he rubbed your back and grabbed your exposed thigh to hold you closer. You hadn't realized the effect you had on him because you were wearing a short, pink dress with a bow that hung just below your cleavage.
"You were right, William... guys are all the same. M-my boyf-, I mean, ex-boyfriend cheated on me... with my bestfriend! How could they do this to me??" you started crying harder now that you had verbalize what had been haunting you since that morning, but you still felt much better for being able to talk about it with your stepfather. Suddenly, you felt William's hand squeeze your thigh harder, but you ignored that feeling for the moment. He remained silent for a moment before he spoke again.
"Sweetheart, boys your age don't know how to value a woman... Daddy tried to warn you, but you didn't listen. You need to find a real man who can take care of you and who won't break that soft heart of yours. You're too beautiful and young to cry over some idiot, and that's why I don't want you dating anyone. Do you understand me now, honey?" his voice was slightly deeper than before, but once again you let it pass. After listening to his "dad speech" about boys, you just nodded and leaned your head on his neck as you hugged him, looking for some kind of safety and warm physical touch.
"I'm sorry, daddy... I didn't mean to upset you. You were absolutely right... boys my age are real assholes." you stayed on his lap for a while, as he softly stroked your back and legs and kissed your head several times. As time passed, you noticed that his breathing changed its rhythm to a faster one.
"And there's one more thing..."
"What is it, daddy?" you asked innocently, having no idea what he was going to say next.
"You shouldn't... dress like that around men. You know how pretty girls are an easy target for men to take advantage of. You can... drive them crazy and make them do things that they can't... control. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, sweetie?" it was only then that you felt something getting hard under your ass, his thin pajama pants making it obvious that he was getting turned on by your outfit and vulnerable state. You blushed heavily at this and began to tremble a bit from embarrassment and nervousness.
"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to..." you were left speechless, as you had no idea what to say or how to face this awkward situation.
"Do you want daddy to make you feel good?" he asked bluntly, his tone indicating that his intentions were far from innocent.
You didn't know how to react, but what you did know was that you desperately needed him inside you. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to figure out if his intentions were the same as yours, and as soon as you realized this was confirmed, you simply nodded and spread your legs wide. His pupils were extremely dilated and his stare at your lips was becoming unbearable, while a small smirk appeared on his face.
"My babygirl is so good to me... I promise that daddy will take care of his sweet girl and make her forget about everything that upset her. Do you want that, bunny?" his hand was now dangerously close to where you needed him the most, as you felt your white cotton panties already soaked by his simple touch and voice.
"Yes daddy, please... I need you." you moaned softly, and that was enough to drive him crazy.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked cautiously, yet you could see he was getting desperate and impatient to touch you in such an intimate way. The moment you said yes, his thin lips glued to yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, a kiss you'd never experienced before. You could have sworn it was the best feeling you'd ever felt, until he rubbed his long, skilled finger against your clothed pussy and smeared your cum juices all over your already ruined panties.
"Oh fuck... is this all for me, baby? You're so, so wet... it'll make everything so much easier, you'll see." and that's when you felt him pull your panties aside to insert his middle finger inside your cunt.
You immediately moaned loudly as he curled his finger inside you, hitting your g-stop over and over again, so sweetly. He went from fingering you to drawing circles around your clit as you he kissed you slowly, his tongue dominating its territory inside your mouth. After a couple of minutes, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your first orgasm, before he added a second finger inside you. Just as you were about to cum, he started fucking you faster and harder with his fingers, before bitting your neck and sucking on a purple hickey, making you reach your limit much more intensely. While you recovered, he never stopped kissing your neck and face, making you feel like the most special girl in the world.
"My sweet girl is so beautiful when she cums... What a beautiful sight to behold every day, every second... if only it was possible..." he whispered lovingly as he played with your lower lip. You wanted to please him too, so you took his thumb into your mouth and started sucking on it the best you could while gazing into his eyes.
"Can I suck your cock, daddy? Please, I want to pleasure you too." you were too eager to see what was under those pajamas, the hardness of it already promising that he could destroy you if he wanted to. He chuckled softly at you while shaking his head.
"Not now, sweetie. Daddy needs to taste his favorite girl first. You're the one who's had a bad day, right? So I'm going to pleasure you until you can't take it anymore... You can suck daddy's cock later, ok? I promise you'll see, feel and taste every bit of my cock sooner or later... I'll make sure of that. But right now, it's all about you, bunny." you smiled at his gentleness, and only wished you could have more time alone with him, since your mother would be home soon. Now you understood why your mother married this man after saying several times that she would never marry again.
William grabbed you in bridal style and took you to your room, where you would feel more comfortable and remember it every time you went there or slept. You were giggling in joy in his arms, his pecks on your lips made you feel hysterical butterflies flying around in your stomach. When you reached your bedroom, he gently placed you on your bed before undressing you. Your nipples hardened not only because of how cold it was in the room, but also with desire.
"Would you look at this... my bunny has such a perfect pussy. I can't wait to fuck you so good, princess. You're gonna love daddy's cock inside you. But for now... I'm gonna show you how a real man eats his pretty girl's pussy." his tongue trailed slowly through your wet folds, before leaving soft kisses on your clit. It was driving you insane and you desperately needed to beg him for more.
"Daddy, please... I need more please!" on another occasion William would continue to tease you, but your time was limited and he needed to make you cum again. He began to eat you out more eagerly, until you screamed his name over and over again. His skilled tongue never stopped pleasuring you, his beard and chin all covered in your juices, before you came again on his mouth.
"Just one more time and I'll let you go, baby... Come one, make daddy proud and cum all over my face." he demanded, before pinching your nipples harder.
His tongue didn't stop sucking on your clit, before it entered your empty hole until it reached the sweet spot inside of you. His beard scratched your tights and the slight pain only increased the pleasure you were feeling. A few minutes later, he grabbed your trembling legs and forced them over your chest with one of his strong arms, while his free hand fingered your pussy at a fast pace as he sucked on your clit. That was enough to make you moan loudly from pleasure as you came in his mouth and fingers, your cum dripping from your stepdad's chin as he stood up and looked at you.
It was only then that you heard some keys trying to open the front door of your house and you both immediately exchanged a knowing look. William wiped his chin with his sleeve, before leaning down to kiss your lips. However, you couldn't let him go just yet.
You knew that your mom's routine was to go to the bathroom before greeting her family, so when William was ready to leave your bedroom, you grabbed his arm to turn him towards you. He frowned at you, not believing that you were willing to risk getting caught, before you pulled his pants down and freed his cock.
"Honey, what are you do-" you didn't let him finish his sentence, as you put his long, thick dick inside your mouth and started sucking him off as if your life depended on it. "Oh fuck, you needy little slut... you just can't resist daddy's cock, can you? You're so desperate that you're willing to get caught sucking off your own mother's husband. Bad, bad girl..."
And that's all he said, before forcefully grabbing your hair and fucking your throat harder than you thought, which made you choke around him as spit dribbled down your chin onto your exposed nipples. Your mother had already left the bathroom by then, so you had to be quick. You held William's hips firmly and helped him fuck deeper into your mouth, which helped him finish faster inside you. You swallowed every drop of his cum, before showing your tongue to prove that you were a good girl for him by swallowing everything he gave you.
"I had to thank you for making me feel better, daddy. I wanted you to feel good and proud of me too..." you smiled shyly, while blushing and bitting your lip seductively.
"Oh, you little whore... my baby is always surprising me for the better. Next time, I won't be so gentle with you. And this is not a warning... it's a goddam promise." he said with a satisfied grin, before leaving your room with a wink in your way that held a million promises.
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grugruel 9 months
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Fun at Fazbear's
Parings: William Afton x f!reader
MDNI/NSFW
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Summary: Mr. Raglan has had to work some long and hard hours the past few weeks, and you just want to help the poor man winde down. But when you sneak into his office, hes on a call. So naturally, you decide to test his limits.
Word count: ca 2k
Warnings: established-secret relationship, age-gap (reader over 20), choking, semi-public sex, pinv sex, rough sex, A slap, creampie, slight praise (used "good girl" once.)
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I opened the door quietly, slinking in before anyone looked my way.
I knew he would be working late today, as he had been for a while. So I wanted to chear him up, to leave him with a pleasant memory of me for later.
He sat at his desk, leaned back in his chair with the phone in one hand and forehead resting in the other as he supported himself on the armrest.
'No, no. That wont work.' He spoke into the phone, shaking his head, clearly sick of the conversation. Perfect.
I stepped inside, turning my back against the door so that I faced the room. I grabbed the doorknob behind my back and carefully pulled it shut, making the door click softly as it locked. Steve looked up at the sound, noticing me and immedietly sighed. He was not particularly pleased that I had interrupted him, and even less so for entering his office without permission. But I would not be so easily discouraged.
Smiling sweetly I clasped my hands behind my back and sauntered toward him, swaying my hips seductively with each step. He let his hand fall onto the desk and mouthed 'What is it?' As he listened to the voice on the other end, furrowing his brows in annoyance, not really in the mood for my usual antics.
I shrugged my shoulders innocently and a pleased expression crept its way ontl my face, it could not be rubbed of even if I tried. My hands slid up my body, stopping at the bow of my blouse which was tied around my neck, and undid it.
The annoyance in his features reshaped into uncertainty as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, 'Uh huh, well. . . Go on.' He answered the person on the phone, but looked at me as he said it. I obliged.
I twirled the blouse ends between my fingers, then traced my hands along the bare skin of my chest, slowing as I reached the buttons and undoing them one by one, very slowly. A wicked smile crept onto Mr. Raglan's face as he sat up in the chair and leaned onto the desk, nodding approvingly and urging me to continue.
I stopped wasting precious time that couldve been spent close to him and walked up to him briskly, lust sinking its claws into me. I rounded his desk, stepping into his proximity and he moved his arm to make room for me. As I moved to sit down his desk, he grabbed my waist with his free hand and pulled me close to him. I stood between his spread legs, almost close enough to touch his growing bulge. He laid his chin on my ribs looking up at me, then kissing the skin under the ribcage in gratitude. He had needed this, and he would be taking complete advantage of it later, fully letting go of his stress as he came deep isnide you.
I smiled down at him, knowing that hed yet to expercience the full extent of my plan. I sat down his desk, opening my legs slightly. He sighed again, but this time happily. His hand fell to my thigh, rubbing it purposefully and I hummed appreciatively at the feeling. Spreading my legs wider, letting my skirt hike up over my thighs to reveal my unclothed core. He stopped rubbing and froze, looking at my center with an animalistic desire and squeezed my thigh real fucking hard. Id have fingerprint shaped bruises in the morning, thats for sure. He fought hard to control his breathing as his hand fell down the inside of my thigh and moved to my clit.
But I grabbed his wrist an inch before he made contact and his eyes snapped to mine, furious that I would dare stop him. But I only smiled, very pleased as I was in control, which was only infuriating him further. I raised my hand to his face, pinching his chin between my fingers and meeting his eyes through my lashes. I leaned close to his unoccupied ear to whisper, 'You cannot touch, not while on the phone.' And smiled wickedly, very happy with myself. I was chearing him up and he'd get his prize, but I wanted to have some fun for myself first.
I leaned back again, giving him a quick kiss on the lips to prove that I could still touch, then moved my gaze to his as I pulled the blouse over my heaf and removed my bra. I stood up swiftly, unzipping the skirt at my back and let it fall to the floor. I sat back down and put on a show for him, my hands roamed my body, squeezing, pinching, kneading. Breathlessly moaning, loud enough for him to hear, but low enough to avoid the caller hearing. He snarled at the sight, holding on to the armrest agressivly, almost ripping through the material. I heard the voice on the phone go, 'Mr Raglan, is everything alright?'
I raised my eyebrows in mock surpise and whispered 'You'd better answer that.' But Mr Raglan's reaction was not what I was expecting. His expression changed from fury to calculated grinning, then answered the man 'Sorry about that.' He drawled, 'Im not feeling to well, would you mind if my assistant answered your questions instead? Shes more than capable.'
My eyes widened in fear, eyebrows remained raised in what was not mocking anymore. I had, had the crontol for a second and he ripped it away from me. I heard a muffled agreeing from the man, 'Great, I'll go get her' Steve told him, then handed me the phone.
I took it involuntarily, as if forced by my own body, knowing there would be hell the second I put it to my ear. I Hesitated, as he was staring me down, waiting to pounce on me like a predator luring its prey. As I contemplated my choices, he began unbuckling his belt. I swallowed hard, anticipation and fear prickling my skin in equal amounts, then answering 'Hi, this is his assistant speaking.'
And then, rightly so, there was hell. He zipped down his jeans and pulled it out. I gasped at the sight of him, huge to say the least. 'Mhm, Yes thats right sir' I answered the man on the phone with a shaky voice.
Steve hooked his hands under my knees and dragged me closer to him, then moved my legs to stradle his hips. His cock teasing my opening, he met my eyes hastily and put a finger to his lips. A clear warning, truly threatening if anything and then shoved himself inside of me. I grabbed the end of the desk for support as his thrusts rocked my entire body and bit into my shoulder to keep from screaming. He grabbed my hip with one hand and pushed my upper body against the desk with the other, then grabbing my breast rougly. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to focus on the callers voice, but it proved hard as pain and pleasure coursed through me. His pounding was vicious, no doubt punishing me. But I was loving every second of it. He moved his hand to my throat, grasping it gently and stroking my jugular in soothing motions, then yanking me toward him, meeting my lips in a hungry kiss. I moved the phone to my shoulder, holding it firmly against my skin, hoping it would be enough to muffle the disgustingly carnal sounds of wet slapping and kisses. He released my lips and kissed his way down my shoulder and chest, stopping at the breast he'd previously attacked and took it into his mouth, sucking and kissing feverishly. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. His hand squeezed my throat in warning, reminding me of the man on the phone. My eyes flew wide, I put the phone back to my ear 'Hello, miss? Are you there?' I covered the phone, sighing in relief as he had not heard us, 'Im sorry- sir' I managed, stopping myself mid-scentence from moaning again, 'Im not quite sure what happened there.' I lied, rushing through the words in the most normal voice I could muster. Mr Raglan chuckled against my skin, his breathing strained. He let go of my throat, pulled out of me completley and stepped back. Confusion hit me for just a second before his hands were at my hips again, pulling me off of the desk, turning me around and thrust me back over it, all in one quick motion. He nestled his hand in my hair and shoved my face into the desk and then slammed back into me. His pace quicker and harder than before, the sound of slapping skin mixed with him filling me perfectly had me close to my release. 'Mmh, close.' I mumbled, earning a hard slap on my ass in punishment. I bit into my hand, trying hard not to make another sound. 'I- I uhm. . I only ment that we're close, to. . .' I paused, trying to think of am answer as my mind was clouding with thoughts of my realese, spots were specking my vision and a knot tightening in my stumache. 'Close to-' I began but stopped myself, 'Close to meeting our goals for the month.' I tried, but had no idea what I or the man was actually talking about, but he sounded pleased.
I was quite sure however, that he left our conversation more confused than before he had called. He finally wished me a good evening and hung up. A pent up moan escaped me that same instant, 'Good girl' I heard breathed from behind me, and I smiled happily. Glad I had managed relatively well despite the circumstances. His thrusts were becoming unfrequent, close to his release aswell. He snaked his free hand under me to rub my clit and It tipped me over the edge, with him close behind me. I almost screamed, had he not stopped me. He yanked me toward him, my back flush against his chest and moved the hand to cover my mouth, muffling my screams. In our exhaustion, Mr Raglan fell back into his chair and dragged me with him, settling in his lap with his dick still inside me and his cum oozing out of me. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and he stroked some hair of my face as we just enjoyed the sound of eachothers breathing.
'Am I still coming over later?' I asked him, and he smirked, 'Youre coming later, your coming tonight, tomorrow morning, again at work and again in the evening, and so we shall repeat.' He breathed, and I smiled 'Good, because im not sure how well that call ended and we both might need some chearing up after that.'
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frost-queen 7 months
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To his liking // part 2 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)
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Summary: Hired, you have your first glance at the old pizzaplex. To your surprise Steve is there for unknown reasons. The job description slowly becoming more clear when you finally meet what's behind the curtains. [part 1 & part 3 & part 4]
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The car lights dimmed on the sign board. A happily looking bear waving with a mic in his hands. Eyes still glued on the sign, you opened the door, getting out. Seeing how the building was in it鈥檚 worst shape you seemed to pity it. Pity a building, strange. Nothing in the nearest range. Completely cut off from the world it felt. A hidden secret amidst the jungle. Shutting the door you approached the building more.
On your way you reached for the key Mr. Raglan had given you after your job appointment. An old key with a pizza slice keychain. Standing in front of it, you saw how dirty the windows were. With your sleeve you wiped it across the window, trying to clear it. It was helpless. So much dust and dirt collected over the years. Pressing your arm against the glass, you neared to peek inside.
How could you do your job when the place seemed deserted. Clearly no one would hold their birthday parties here anymore. Not at the state of it. 鈥 鈥淏eautiful isn鈥檛 it?鈥 鈥 you suddenly heard startling you. Gasping loud you turned around, heart skipping a beat at Mr. Raglan. 鈥 鈥淢r. Raglan what鈥︹ 鈥 you started wondering what he was doing here.
He didn鈥檛 acknowledge your answer, looking at the building. 鈥 鈥淚t鈥檚 a shame it lost it鈥檚 glory. Oh what a glory it was.鈥 鈥 he spoke. You rose your eyebrow feeling as if he spoke from experience. 鈥 鈥淒id鈥 did you come here when you were young?鈥 鈥 you asked him. His eyes batted down to you. 鈥 鈥淣o.鈥 鈥 he answered in all seriousness. 鈥 鈥淪hall we go inside?鈥 鈥 he had clasped his hands together, rubbing his palms together.
You simply followed as he gestured for you to open the door. So you did feeling his presence close by. The door opened as you walked into the dark entrance way. Mr. Raglan came standing beside you, staring with some pity at the destroyed interior. Tables and chairs flipped over. Litter everywhere. Crumbs and dust covered the carpet. It didn鈥檛 match up to why you were here.
鈥淢r. Raglan?鈥 鈥 you started wanting to speak him about it. He interrupted you only thinking of his own pleasures. 鈥 鈥淐ome I鈥檒l show you the stage.鈥 鈥 he took you by the wrist, pulling you along. He manoeuvred with you through litter and fallen tables to get to the stage.
鈥淵ou鈥檒l be right in your element.鈥 鈥 he said pulling you along. He come to a stop at the stage, taking a moment to look at it. 鈥 鈥淢r. Raglan I don鈥檛 understand what鈥︹ 鈥 you began again once more cut off by him. 鈥 鈥淲ait here.鈥 鈥 he said letting go of your wrist. 鈥 鈥淏ut鈥︹ 鈥 you spoke words useless to his calling. Raglan disappeared in another room leaving you alone. You took a moment to look around. Is this where you needed to be? Did you even want to stay?
Something about this place made you feel uneasy. This was no place to play dress up for some kid鈥檚 birthday. You started to question what your purpose was. Was Mr. Raglan pulling a prank on you? The curtains were not evening up leaving you with a few millimetres of room to peek through the curtains.聽You tried looking through the small gap, wanting to know what was on stage.
It was too dark to see anything. Vaguely you could make out a few shapes. 鈥 鈥淢r. Raglan?鈥 鈥 you called out. Leaning in more, you slowly moved your hand up to the curtain. With trembling fingers you neared the curtain. Reaching for it. Wanting to know what secrets they held.
Your finger touched the fabric ready to pull the curtain back when the lights flashed on with a loud thud. It made you scream pulling your hand back when the curtains got pulled back. Revealing three standing animals. A bunny, a chicken and a bear.
You jumped back shockingly when lights started to flash on stage. The animals suddenly moving in sequences. Music blasting out of some boxes. The bunny playing the guitar as the bear moved his mic up and down. His mouth opening and closing, head turning in shocks. 鈥 鈥淭he fun is starting. A celebration that lasts eternally.鈥 鈥 the bear sang. The bear鈥檚 head turned to you, body moving forwards as he stared right at you. 鈥 鈥淲e are always watching.鈥 鈥 he sang sending a rush up your spine.
Something about his words sounding chillingly. The chicken was moving around holding a cupcake in her hand. The bear continued to sing till his voice started to deepen and slow down. Your eyes widened seeing their movement die out till they came to a stop. No more singing. You jumped when Raglan appeared from the side on the stage.
鈥淭hey aren鈥檛 what they used to be.鈥 鈥 he said half chuckling. He came walking amongst them to the front of the stage. 鈥 鈥淒id you enjoy the show?鈥 鈥 he asked. When you didn鈥檛 answer he dropped his smile. Raglan hopped off the stage to join you once more. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. 鈥 鈥淢eet Bonnie, Freddy and Chica.鈥 鈥 Raglan introduced. You moved your hand up not sure why you were saying hello to some puppets. 鈥 鈥淲hat are鈥︹ 鈥 you started interrupted by Raglan. 鈥 鈥淎nimatronics.鈥 鈥 he explained.
You hummed astonished. 鈥 鈥淪o you expect me to give a little show too?鈥 鈥 you asked him. Raglan looked mischievously down at you. 鈥 鈥淟et me see what you got doll.鈥 鈥 he spoke back with half a smile. You walked off as his arm fell from your shoulder. He watched as you went to search for something.聽Now that the place was lighted up, you had a better look at it. You grabbed a chair that seemed the best.
Setting it in front of the stage. You then grabbed Raglan by the arms, sitting him down on the chair. He smiled beyond himself when you went up to the stage. 鈥 鈥淐hica, Freddy, Bonnie mind if I share the stage with you?鈥 鈥 you asked not sure why you were even talking to animatronics. The animatronics standing still in their worn out position. Freddy bend over.
Chica turned away from the crowd and Bonnie with one arm up. You pointed at the side hinting to Raglan if that was where you could find the music. Raglan pulled his shoulders up, not helping out. You went off stage. Raglan seating himself better with anticipation. It felt like he was about to witness his wildest dream.
The music started as the animatronics started to move again. Raglan smiled when you appeared on stage again. Positioning yourself beside Freddy. Freddy was singing as you danced by his side. Gesturing out movements with your hands and moving a bit with your hips.
Raglan inhaled deep leaning forwards. Elbow resting on his knees as his hands were pressed together under his nose from excitement. You caught up with Freddy鈥檚 words joining him. 鈥 鈥淐ome get to know me, and you won't want to leave after tonight. Down here, we're lonely, and we would love you to join us for a bite鈥 鈥 you sang along with Freddy.
Raglan staring hungrily and beyond happiness at you. The music died out again as you felt a bit silly now. Feeling all shy and flustered. Raglan got up clapping loudly. 鈥 鈥淏ravo Y/n!鈥 鈥 he cheered, throwing you a kiss hand. You went to the front of the stage as Raglan met up with you. He helped you down the stage. Arms around your waist as he had picked you up and set you back down.
鈥淵ou are a natural Y/n.鈥 鈥 he said. You smiled breathlessly back at him. 鈥 鈥淪o Mr. Raglan.鈥 鈥 you started as he had turned away from you. He hummed loud to acknowledge your attention. 鈥 鈥淚 wanted to ask you about the job description again. It seems a bit unclear to me.鈥 鈥 you explained wondering what your purpose was here.
He turned back to you moving his hands down on your shoulders. 鈥 鈥淵ou will entertain them.鈥 鈥 he spoke making you frown. 鈥 鈥淓ntertain who?鈥 鈥 you questioned not sure. Which kids would come here at night to host a party?
Raglan turned you around towards the animatronics. 鈥 鈥淵ou鈥檒l entertain them, bunny.鈥 鈥 he whispered at you, pressing his fingers deeper into your skin. 鈥 鈥淭he鈥 animatronics?鈥 鈥 you wondered half in shock. Raglan lowered his head to your shoulder. 鈥 鈥淭hey鈥檒l love you, just as much as I do.鈥 鈥 he said. You turned round back to him. 鈥 鈥淵ou want me to entertain them?鈥 鈥 you asked again.
Raglan sighed annoyed. 鈥 鈥淵es dear bunny that is the task.鈥 鈥 he tapped playfully on your nose. Your eyes slightly widened with all the warnings going off in your head. There were so many wrongs about this. 鈥 鈥淚t鈥檚 not hard to follow instructions Y/n.鈥 鈥 Steve spoke cupping your cheeks. 鈥 鈥淭he stage is yours Y/n.鈥 鈥 he looked down at you with a smile.
鈥淓njoy your first night of many.鈥 鈥 he finished brushing his thumb against your cheek. He let go of you, walking away from you. You stood frozen. Unable to move from both the shock and his lovely touch. Raglan went back through the door disappearing into the night. He wasn鈥檛 gone for a minute as the lights fell out.
Leaving you back in complete darkness. Startled you heard some sudden noises from behind you. An uneasy feeling something was nearing. You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.
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strawhbrrries 9 months
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Love and Lust
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary:
warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot
word count: 1.3k words
author鈥檚 note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one
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鈥淧lease.鈥 He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. 鈥淚 need you, now.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 trying, I can鈥檛 get your stupid belt unbuckled.鈥 You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.
鈥淏aby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don鈥檛 hurry up.鈥 He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing.聽
On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.
The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he鈥檇 chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.
You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth.聽
鈥淔uck, baby..鈥 Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.
鈥淔eel good, Mikey?鈥 You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.
鈥淏aby..鈥 Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.
The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn鈥檛 even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.
You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.
鈥淚 said, I needed you, now.鈥 He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.
Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it.聽
The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she鈥檇 be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn鈥檛 tired and sometimes she just couldn鈥檛 sleep, it鈥檚 how she worked.
You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.
鈥淪he needed water.鈥 He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he鈥檇 put on in a hurry.聽
The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.
鈥淗ow do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.鈥 Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. 鈥淔uuuck.鈥
Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand.聽
鈥淪hhh, I鈥檒l take care of you, I promise.鈥 He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.
His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.
鈥淏aby, fuuck鈥aby.鈥 Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth.聽
He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he鈥檇 been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn鈥檛 even hold on.聽
鈥淚 need to cum..鈥 He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.
鈥淚nside..鈥 You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.
After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.
鈥淢ikey鈥ikey..鈥 Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.
He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.
鈥淢ike? What are you doing to her?鈥 Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn鈥檛 latch when he thought he locked it.
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theghostinyourwalls 8 months
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steve-faglan 7 months
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Cat // Mouse
Reader x Steve Raglan (William Afton)
TW: NON CON!! DUB CON!! DRUGGING!! HE'S MEAN!!!!!!!!!
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SUMMARY: You get a job working for an old man you want to fuck. Are you misreading things? Where did that vibrator come from?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Is this considered a slow burn? It felt slow to write. It's supposed to be like will they? Won't they? But it's... Well yeah. Look at this gif??????? My PUSSSY????????
WORD COUNT: so many.
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Daddy issues. At least, that's what they call it. That's what your ex screamed at you about before he left you in a state thousands of miles from the one you were raised in. He said it was because you made him feel immature; less than. But maybe he was. All he ever wanted to do was drink and play video games, you craved more.
After he left, you realized you'd have to get a better paying job to cover the portion of rent your ex was paying. You take a day to really let it settle in. You cry and drink an entire bottle of wine while watching Dirty Dancing, and then you schedule a meeting with a local career counselor.
You sigh as you hang up the phone. It's embarrassing to need a temp agency's help finding employment, but you're new to this area. You don't know anyone and you're barely sure where to start.
Your alarm blares throughout your room, startling you awake. You barely remember falling asleep at all, and somehow, it feels like you couldn't have possibly slept enough. You're sluggish and groggy, but you still find the energy to get ready for your interview. You're hoping a little extra effort will get you further in a small town like this, so you spend a little more time on your makeup before heading out of the house.
The drive across town to the agency is quick and easy. You pull into the parking lot and emerge from your car, shielding your eyes from the sun to read the rickety sign that's hanging on for dear life outside the building. You huff, unsure if this was the best place to go looking for higher-paying work. When you step inside the door, a petite old lady greets you with a smile. She points to an office down the hall and tells you to knock.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
You push the unlatched door open slightly and a warm voice invites you in.
"Come in, have a seat." The man instructs. You scan over his office. It's dated, and decorated with styles reminiscent of corporate America in the 80's. You read the name tag on his desk, Steve Raglan. You take a seat in one of the muted yellow chairs opposite Steve and await his introduction.
"Steve," he extends an arm over the desk and you shake his hand, telling him your name.
"Thanks for having me, Mr. Raglan. I'm new to town, well, new to the entire coast, really."
"Wow, a little far from home, aren't we?" Steve chuckles kindly, smiling with a tightly closed mouth, spreading his mustache across his lip.
"You have no idea," you laugh exhaustedly and Steve tilts his head as if he's pondering something, but he doesn't mention it. "Anyways, here's my resume. It's not much, but uh..." You hand him a folder with your work history document professionally stored inside. Steve happily takes the folder and begins to read through your papers.
Your resume is impressive. You're well educated with a strong work streak. Your work ethic stands out to him. He's reading through your accomplishments aloud, commending each one. You're unsure why, but his praise fills you with a very specific need. You crave more and something in you tells you that you'd do almost anything to get it.
"A course in robotic engineering?" Steve's voice sounds surprised. He looks up at you with raised eyebrows. A grin spreads across his bearded face. "Huh."
"Yeah, I actually took a few courses. I never did anything with it though."
"Do you remember a lot from those classes?" He sets the closed folder to the side and casually places other papers on top of it, distracting you enough to keep you from asking for it back.
"Oh, sure. Mostly coding, I guess." You shrug.
"Coding." He repeats to himself, nodding knowingly. He can think of a million places in this town that could use a smart, pretty little thing like you. A strained silence grows for just a moment before he speaks again. "Well, Y/N. I think I have an offer for you, but it's not much of a pay raise like you'd hoped."
"What is it?" You ask, hoping for at least a dollar difference.
"Did you see Mrs. Penneman out there?" Steve points in the direction of the kind old woman who greeted you.
"Mrs. Penneman?"
"She's at the front desk. She's retiring in exactly one week. That position will be open." He goes on to talk about the ways you could incorporate what you learned in your engineering classes as they switch from mostly paper to computers after Y2K.
"What's the pay like?" You ask, already knowing you plan to agree the second he stops talking.
"Not great, but!" He pauses for a moment. "Plenty of opportunities for overtime." Steve's not an idiot. He saw how looked when he was praising you. The way the red in your cheeks was flaming hot at the mere mention of you doing a good job. He knows what he's doing to you, and he loves it.
"Overtime?"
"Of course. Switching the entire employee records from paper to digital isn't an easy feat. It's going to take a lot of time you may not have during the work day. Does this suit you or should I keep looking?"
"Oh, uh," you hesitate. Steve stifles a grin as he watches your inner battle decide between being around him or possibly making more money. "Yes, that's perfect. Thank you, sir."
"Excellent. You start Monday." Steve ends the conversation abruptly. A jarring switch from friendly and conversational to busy and indifferent. It triggered something in you. A desperate need to get that warmth back.
"Right, okay. I'll... See you Monday." You leave the office, yearning. And Steve is well aware. He sits alone in his office, staring forward as he makes plans for you. He folds his hands together and rests his chin on them as he imagines the way he'll pick you apart like a toy. You're already so desperate for his approval, you've done the hard part for him.
Monday rolls around and you, of course, wake up a little early to get ready. Of course, you don't want to come off as desperate, so you're very tactful in the way you dress and present today, your first day. You've all but forgotten your ex was ever here, let alone the fact that you moved all the way to Hurricane, Utah for him.
Nervous, but good at hiding it, you walk into the building with a beaming false confidence. You're trying to remind yourself that while Steve is attractive and older and something mysterious about him draws you in, you're still here to work and you really can't let rent slip because homelessness is not an option when you're this far from your home state.
You brace yourself for what you assume will be an extremely long day, and you hope it is. Not only for the money but the view as well. When you walk up to the desk, Mrs. Penneman is nowhere to be found. All her belongings are missing from the desk, leaving a generic canvas of an office. You glance down the hall to Steve's open office door.
"Mr. Raglan?" You knock lightly on the door, stepping inside slowly so as not to intrude. He's not there. The entire building seems eerily empty. Just as you turn to leave his office, you run flat into a broad, solid figure. Steve. You stumble before finally falling backward. You sit on the floor for a moment, red-faced, but keeping your composure to the best of your ability.
"Someone's punctual." Steve extends a hand to you, helping you up to your feet.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Raglan. I couldn't find-"
"Mrs. Penneman decided an early retirement was in store. I'll be training you, if that's alright." Steve smirks, knowing he relieved his previous secretary of her duties early specifically to have this time working so closely with you. He dressed it up as a gift to her.
"Oh, okay. Of course. Where should I start?" You smile, awaiting instruction. You cling to every word he says, the guidance, the leadership. The way his dimples deepen when he smiles in the slightest. You become dependent on making him smile simply for this reason.
Steve sets you up for data entry and asks that you let him come check your work every so often to make sure things "meet his standards." You've never been more determined to do something perfectly in your life. With unbreakable focus, you start the first few tasks. You're mindful, double-checking, efficient, and fast.
"Mr, Raglan?" You appear like an angel in his doorway. He looks up from his papers and waits for you to continue. "I finished the first portion. Could you come check it for me?"
Steve smiles warmly as he stands to follow you to your desk. The warmth of his gaze melts you from your head to your pussy.
"This looks great, Y/N. Good job." He adds the last bit just to see the way your eyes shift and sparkle when he compliments you. He leaves you to do the rest of your work in peace, but he lingers a little longer in the hallway, watching you for a moment, carefully hidden from your view.
You pick up on the data entry rather quickly and finish the very last employee record by the end of your first week. When Steve comes to finalize the task, he grabs a chair and slides it next to yours so you can both look at the screen together. You're poised and collected by now, the initial lust seeming to die down after a week of seeing him every day. Though his words of approval still cause a knot to form in your stomach.
Steve picks up on your dwindling excitement and decides this is war. As the two of you sit next to each other, he carelessly allows his legs to take up more and more space. Normally a man's obliviousness in a situation like this would boil your blood, but when his thigh grazes yours so softly, you freeze. His touch lingers and he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. His face is dangerously close to yours. He leans in even closer, boldly placing his lips mere inches from your ear.
"You're a very impressive young woman. You know that?" His warm breath brushes against your ear, inviting a million little goosebumps across your skin. It takes everything in him not to chuckle at your visceral reaction. You're frozen, staring straight ahead, basking in the closeness to this man you desire so badly. A few moments pass and a light chuckle leaves his lips. Still ever so close, he speaks again. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"S-sorry! Thank you, Mr. Raglan. Sorry," you nervously laugh, wishing so badly you could go back in time and rip the sticker off your forehead that says "Fuck me, Mr. Raglan."
"Don't mention it." He suddenly withdraws from your personal space, leaving you clinging to the dwindling body heat he's left behind. His tall figure towers over you, especially so when you're sat. He's gone just as quickly as he arrived and you can't help but feel perplexed. Was he not just coming on to you? Did you project all of that onto a perfectly normal interaction? He warps your reality without even touching you.
"What the fuck?" You question aloud to yourself. Your heart is racing. Your mind is constantly replaying the moment. His voice, his words, all of it.
The next day, it starts as any other. You're replaying the day before over and over again, just as you did when you shamelessly touched yourself last night. The sound of his voice so close to your ear, the way his leg brushed against yours. Just thinking about it feels like butterflies in your stomach.
"Good morning, Y/N." Steve walks right past you. You try to return the greeting, but you're cut off by the sound of his office door closing. He's frustrated, but you're not sure why. Disappointed, but not really the probing type, you decide to just get to work. Today was supposed to be the day he trained you for a "side project" utilizing your coding skills, but you're hesitant to ask about it while he's so visibly upset.
The day continues as usual, though it does seem to drag on a little longer for you when you don't get to stare at Steve. You're straightening up the waiting area, bent at the waist to fan out the magazines. When you stand, there's suddenly a tall figure behind you. Steve is pressing the entire front of his body directly against you. You involuntarily release a small gasp when you feel what you're sure is his half-hard cock pressed against your ass. Steve takes only a second to inhale your scent and feel himself pressed against you before he whispers in your ear once again.
"You're my secretary, not my maid." He steps away and you frown, still facing away from him.
"I'm sorry, sir. I've run out of things to do." You shrug and you turn.
"Out of things to do? Already?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Yes, sir." Your formality is adorable to him. And something about you calling him "sir" makes him hard just hearing it.
"Well," Steve steps closer to you now that you're facing him. He's so tall, towering over you, craning his neck to keep his eyes locked on yours. "You're such a good girl," there it is. His words make you shudder. There's no way he's fucking with you right now, right? Wrong. He once again creates a gap between the two of you.
"Good kid with a good head on your shoulders. Try not to overthink it." He smirks at your beet-red face and swiftly disappears to his office. You're becoming frustrated. It's as if by the time he walks away, you're so enthralled that you can't remember whether or not your degenerate, horny brain over-dramatized the memory. Angry and even a little embarrassed, you make your way back to your desk.
Steve sits in his office carefully listening to the sounds of your frustration. He loves the way you'd fall to your knees for him right now if he asked, but he likes fucking with you more. He hears you sigh away the sexual tension and he grins. Having this much power over someone like you. You're so smart and beautiful, what are you doing melting in his hands like that? His strong hand finds the growing bulge in his slacks, hoping to relieve any of the pressure he's been building up for the both of you.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his teeth still palming himself, picturing you bound and gagged in front of him. Maybe that's why he's so insistent on teasing you instead of fucking you on his desk like he knows you dream about. Maybe he wants the chase, the restraint. You're too easy, he wants you to be scared.
At the end of the day, you decide to say "fuck it" and see what he'll do if you match his energy. He's grabbing his things to leave when you slip into his office and close the door behind you. You're shaking-nervous, your heart is pumping at an inhuman rate. You have no idea what your plan is until it happens.
"Mr. Raglan, can I ask you a question?" You make your way across the room, passing the boundary of the front of his desk, standing with him behind it. Steve tilts his head in a bemused expression.
"Y/N, feeling a little comfortable, are we?" His sarcastic question leaves you a little more unsure of yourself, and you take a step back. "Ask away." Steve smiles innocently.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but..." You're shocked at how steady your voice is as you fall into this sultry character you've created for yourself. It's never failed you before. "I feel like there's something you're trying to tell me. It's not very subtle." You lean against the desk casually. "Am I wrong?"
"Oh, wow," Steve can't help but grin, but he quickly replaces it with a smug, sarcastic expression. "You must be the queen of subtly, right?" His snarky words catch you off guard. "No, dear. Sorry about any miscommunications on my part. See you tomorrow, Y/N."
Steve steps around you and walks out the door without another word. You're stunned silent and extremely embarrassed. You consider leaving a resignation letter on your desk and never coming back. Furious, you slam the door to your car and drive home. By the time you get to your driveway, you've calmed down and accepted that everything you thought he was doing was just your imagination.
You're still angry, unable to fully accept that you'd be that delusional, but who really knows? From then on, you put away your fantasies and focus on work and getting money set aside for rent. The next few days continue like normal, with no more "misunderstandings" or advances. Until... Steve reaches for a binder off a shelf behind your desk. As he slides in behind you where you stand, right behind your pushed-in computer chair, and reaches his long arm up to the shelf, his other arm searches for a surface to brace on. That surface is your pencil skirt-clad waist.
You gasp quietly, but you don't allow yourself to react any further. Steve has the binder in his hand, but he doesn't remove the other from your waist. He lingers, staring at the back of your head trying to read whatever emotion must be displayed on the other side. You're rigid, like you usually are when he pushes these boundaries, but he also senses your frustration and boredom. He can't help but chuckle as he steps away.
"Thank you, Y/N," he says, waving the binder as he walks away to his office. Did he even need the binder? No, probably not. You huff at your seat, officially deeming him untouchable. You decide he must just be a weird old man that doesn't understand personal space and you can accept that now that he's no longer the object of your desire.
This is what he wanted. Your indifference. It's all part of his plan. As the days continue and your attraction settles to dust, he waits for you to make a mistake, any mistake. To his surprise and perhaps even dismay, you're nearly perfect. Then finally, you accidentally double-book a client meeting that leaves someone jobless with no way to reschedule. You're horrified and apologizing left and right to the man who is more than understanding, making you feel worse.
The man finally leaves, with no job, and no meeting. You sit at your desk and mentally scold yourself for being so careless. The stress of the approaching deadline of your rent seems to be taking a larger toll on you than you realized. Steve's client meeting ends and he sends the temp on his way with high hopes. You wish him a good day and try to focus on your computer.
"Y/N, can I see you in my office?" Steve appears from nowhere in front of your desk. He moves so silently when he means to, it's unsettling. You shamefully look up from your work and nod, following him to his office. You both sit in the appropriate seats and he releases a sigh.
"I'm disappointed in you, Y/N." His opening statement crushes you. "That was a huge fuck up, was it not?" His voice is stern and the use of cursing lets you know this is not a formal scolding. You're in trouble.
"I-I know, but it's the first one I've ever made since I started, sir."
"So that means I should just forget about it, right?" He leans back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him. "A man can't feed his family because he doesn't know when he'll have a ride back here."
"I know, sir. I'm... I'm sorry." You sigh, eaten alive with guilt. "He was very kind."
"Did you deserve it?" He's angry.
"No." You look away from him.
"What was that?" He tilts his head, eyebrows still arched. You glance at him, confused for a moment.
"No... Sir." You add.
"I think you're getting too comfortable here, Y/N. 'It's not very subtle.'" he quotes you and your face ignites with blush.
"O-Of course, sir. I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry."
"Well, don't be embarrassed. Do better." You nod and begin to stand to leave when he leans forward with a softer expression. "Coffee?"
"What?" You don't even mean to ask him to repeat himself, it was just such a jarring switch in tone.
"Coffee. I just made it." Steve stands and crosses the room to a little black coffee maker in his office that you'd never noticed before.
"Uh, sure." You accept, hoping the caffeine will give you some sort of drive to improve your current work performance. Steve pours you both a cup and passes one to you. They're the same cup, but his looks comically small in his large, nimble hands. You take a few sips of the hot, dark liquid and begin to feel light-headed.
Everything around you seems to melt away. You've completely disregarded where you are or why you might feel this way. You try to stand and you drop the still-full cup on the office floor. Steve watches it all leaning against the table across the room. He nonchalantly sips his coffee as he waits for you to collapse. Just as he planned, the minute you get to your feet, your knees buckle beneath you. You're out before you hit the floor.
"Look at this. Look how little you think of yourself the second you hear how disappointed I am." Steve chuckles as he lifts your unconscious body. You're bound and gagged in the back seat of his '79 Ford Fairmont as he makes his way to an undisclosed location. Yeah, that one.
You wake up with a deep, sharp gasp as if you'd been holding your breath the entire time. Your head is spinning and your vision is blurry as you try to scan your surroundings. It's a dank grey room littered with failed attempts at his "side project" he'd mentioned to you weeks ago. Crumpled endo-skeletons and half-built robot heads cover each corner while wires and bolts cover the rest. Your heart begins to race and you try to rise from the cold, metal table you reside on, only to find that your wrists and ankles are strapped in place with thick leather binds.
"What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself as you continue to try to wake up. "Hello?! Help! Help me, please!" You scream and thrash on the slab.
"They all say that, you know? They always scream for help as if anyone's coming." Steve slowly enters the door. His tie is loose along with a few buttons, and his sleeves are haphazardly shoved halfway up his arms. His normally carefully combed hair is disheveled and damp with sweat as if he'd been hard at work before entering this room.
"'They?'" You tremble, rattling the metal.
"Of course, you're the first for this type of venture, I guess. Normally I just skip to killing," he chuckles, removing his tie. You're in a state of shock, sheer disbelief. Hearing that last word sends you into hysterics.
"Please don't kill me, sir. I- I won't fuck up again, I promise. Please-"
"Shut. Up." Steve's stern voice cuts directly through your pleas. "I haven't decided yet."
Tears flow steadily down the sides of your face as he begins to grope you. His rough hands explore every inch of you. His calculated hands knowingly leave bruises on your tender skin.
"Please..." You whisper with your eyes tightly shut, afraid of every movement he makes.
"Sweetheart, if this part scares you, I'm not sure you're gonna survive what comes next." He's only inches from your ear as he whispers. Your body shudders with terrified sobs. The cries only get louder when you feel Steve cutting off your clothes. You're too afraid to fight him off, unsure of whether any injuries you may acquire would be accidental or not.
"Why are you doing this? I-I literally came on to you!" You try to find reason in his actions, mostly to distract yourself from the fact that you're completely exposed, the remnants of your clothes a tattered mess beneath you.
"Where's the fun..." he drags the tip of his knife softly from your ankle to your navel as he steps closer to your blushing face. "In that?" He continues, positioning the weapon to stab through your abdomen, should he press down with any effort at all. Goosebumps erupt over your skin. "Now, are you going to shut your fucking mouth or do I need to shut it for you?" He places a gentle hand on your cheek. You nod frantically, looking into his eyes. They look so calm.
You hate to admit it, but the way he touches you seems to attempt to dig up that insatiable attraction you felt for him not long ago. Your fantasies never ventured to this genre, but you used to dream of him making you orgasm. You're torn from that memory when you remember his admittance to murder and how you know that means you probably won't make it out of this room.
Steve places the knife to the side and slowly slips his middle finger inside you. You gasp, and he plunges away, growing rougher with each stride. He curls his knuckles and watches your face closely as your crying eyes roll back into your skull. You yank against your restraints, trying to squirm away from him, but he's ruthless.
"You're so... Peculiar, Y/N." He removes his fingers from you and cleans them of your undeniable arousal with a pocket handkerchief. "I almost caved when you confronted me in my office. So bold. It's been a riot just picking at you." Steve reaches a hand into a desk in this mysterious room and retrieves an unknown device. You gasp as he slips the small, cold object inside you.
"What are you-" your question is swiftly silenced by the small remote in Steve's hand activating a powerful vibration from the item in your pussy. His free hand rubs rhythmically up and down your clit, stimulating you further. Steve stares down at you as you melt away into pleasure, ashamed and silently begging for more. He's laughing at you, hovering his head over yours as you anxiously avoid eye contact.
"Look at me," he demands, but you can't. You shut your eyes. He releases a breathy chuckle and raises the intensity of the vibrating gadget. "Don't start enjoying yourself or I might have to really scare you." You don't want to know what that entails, so you force yourself to look into his soulless blue eyes. The eye contact deepens the red shade that washes over your cheeks and Steve shakes his head, laughing at you again.
"Why are you so embarrassed now? Would you still be this shy if I'd bent you over my desk like you wanted? You're so much tighter when you're scared." Steve abruptly removes the vibrating toy from between your legs. You whimper pathetically in the absence of stimulation. He leaves the room and returns with yet another machine. This one's larger, a box.
He places the box down between your legs, as close to your throbbing entrance as he can get it. The side of the box facing you is adorned with a hole housing a phallic shape made of soft, silicone material. Your heart is bound to give out at this pace. The box itself covers a mass of gears and wires, a motor to power the rod in and out of its destination. You.
"We'll start it out slowly for you, how's that?" Steve presses a button and the machine pushes into you, slipping in easily as your body clearly craves it. You whine and cry out in pain as the machine stretches you out, slowly boring in and out of you. "If this thing's too big for you, what makes you think you could've taken me?" He laughs as he leans against the desk and watches the mechanism fuck you out. Every so often, he increases the speed.
Finally, it's maxed out. You're squirming and wailing in overstimulated pleasure and pain.
"Please! Please, I can't take it- I can't-" your begs are ignored. Steve places a rough hand around your neck, carelessly cutting off your oxygen and blood flow while his other hand delicately flicks your clit. That's it, that sends you over the limit. You climax harder than you ever thought possible, drenching the machine that's still fucking into you as your body quivers. Steve allows you to breathe again and takes his sweet time powering down the penetration machine.
You're shaking. Your tear-stained face is frozen in a look of exhaustion. The last thing you're able to do is move or speak. Your breathing is a plethora of hitched coughs and gasps and you flinch at even the possibility of being touched again at all.
"I think you might be ready now." He unfastens your bindings and takes a step back to observe. You don't move at all, not a single muscle. The truth is, you can't, even if you wanted to. Steve smirks, pressing a foot-lever under the table that lowers you right down to his waist. Two powerful hands hook under your legs and pull you so your beaten hole is perfectly accessible to him. You cry out as he moves you.
"I-I can't, Steve. I-" Your nearly inaudible mumbles are knocked from your mouth as he lands a hard open palm slap across your face.
"You're going to." He makes quick work of his belt and quickly aligns himself with your entrance. At one point all you wanted from him was this, but now you'd rather be anywhere else. Your cheek is ablaze, covered with a spreading stinging sensation. You're too distracted by the pain to notice Steve rearing back. He slams into you at full force, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
"Nooo!" You whine, unsure of how much more your body can truly take.
"Fuck!" He's almost primal when he's inside you, digging his fingertips into your flesh like he intends to take it off your body. "After all of that, you're still so fucking tight."
He reaches to your breasts and roughly gropes at the delicate skin. Your weak hand tries to tug at his wrist, but he simply flicks you away like a pest, continuing the assault. He slams into you, hoping to do more harm than anything, smiling at your sobbing face. Your makeup is a smeared mess and your hair is in disarray from the way you fought back on the table. You look pathetic to him and he loves it.
"You want to be filled up, don't you sweetheart?" He huffs, slowly approaching his climax. Your eyes open wide and a new wave of fear and adrenaline shoots through you, but you're still too weak to manage. Steve easily pins your wrists by your shoulders and thrusts deeper and deeper, hooking his hips to temporarily reach the very limit of your cunt.
"Please don't! Mr. Raglan, please!" You beg between gasping sobs as you listen to his labored breaths become unsteady. His agonizing thrusts lose their rhythm and suddenly you can feel his thick erection twitching inside you, brushing your G spot and carrying you over the edge again as well. You didn't even think that would be possible at this point.
You and Steve ride out your highs. He continues to pump into you making a heinous sound as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. To his surprise, he remains hard, so he continues to rut into your destroyed pussy until his legs threaten to give out. Steve finishes inside you a second time, laughing as he watches your horrified face realize how full of him you are. He's taking his time pulling out of you, playing with your cum soaked clit until you finally pass out from exhaustion.
Steve releases a breathy laugh as he fastens his belt and collapses in a chair nearby. You're lying there, naked and dripping cum from your swollen, demolished pussy. He can't get enough of this view. His original plan was to just get rid of you when he was done here, why not? But this is too much fun for him. Maybe he needs a new pet.
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Black Christmas - S. Raglan x Reader x M. Schmidt
Mike鈥檚 job as a park ranger becomes interesting when a mysterious couple stay five nights in a winter lodge.
A/N: HOLY FUCK. This is my longest and most tiring fic in a while (for all the right reasons) and I鈥檓 really excited to share it with you! It was loosely inspired by the req and work by @dilfbabie (HERE) but this has a festive, darker spin. This is for the people who voted for a Steve/William aligned reader, and is porn with plot. Further details in the tags, but this is reminiscent of a Jordan Peele film (aka the best kind of film), so dark themes lie ahead. I really hope you all enjoy it, consider it a Christmas gift ;)
Word count: 5.3K
Tags: SMUT (Porn with plot) / Slow burn / Fem! Reader / Threesome / Brief mentions of abuse / Alcohol usage / Oral sex, male receiving / Fingering / Blowjobs / Voyeurism / Cowgirl (position) / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Psychological manipulation / Deception / Dub-Con (if you squint) / Cheating --- MINORS DNI
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MONDAY
Mike had grown to find that being a park ranger was far more amusing than working as mall security. He loved being surrounded by the natural world, and the relatively isolated nature of the job - outside of being with his colleagues - meant that he had time alone. Time to think.
It was even more enjoyable in the winter, specifically the Christmas period, where he revelled in the contrast of the bustle of the shopping district with the tranquil sightings of caribou and squirrels.
It was standard procedure for the rangers to meet the guests of the lodges they inhabited, simply as an act of trust building. Today was no different, except for the fact that he was standing at the door of one of the largest and lavish buildings in the resort, which only meant one thing鈥nobby, rich inhabitants.
When you answered the door, your lips parted in a brief moment of shock, adjusting your relaxed posture so that you were upright.聽
鈥淗i鈥︹ you said, an unplaced smile appearing on the corner of your lips. 鈥淐an I help you Officer鈥?鈥
鈥淢ike,鈥 he quickly added. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure you鈥檝e seen me in the pamphlet, but I鈥檓 your designated ranger for this district. I鈥檓 here for your safety,鈥
You seemed somewhat confused at this, but also rather appreciative.
鈥淭hanks鈥︹ you replied, absentmindedly fiddling with your necklace. 鈥淲e鈥 Uh, we haven鈥檛 looked at that much yet, actually鈥︹
Mike nodded. You鈥檇 probably just moved in, likely more desperate for a shower and a nap than read pages of menial information.聽
鈥淢y pager codes should be taped to the wall in the kitchen. Outside of patrols and emergencies 鈥 weather, rabid animals, that sort of thing 鈥 I鈥檒l shouldn鈥檛 be in your hair,鈥
You cocked your head, seemingly interested in something about him. He was cute; boyish in contrast to his position that was usually reserved for those with blatant machismo. You wondered how he got it in the first place.
You nodded back, fingers lingering on the door as you swung it. 鈥淥h, well that鈥檚 great, thank 鈥斺
鈥淏abe? Who is that? You鈥檙e taking an awful while to 鈥 Oh, hello Officer鈥?鈥
Your interaction was interrupted by an older, taller man who emerged from the stairs behind you. He was dressed in an off-yellow utility suit - likely for skiing - in which a purple sweater peeked out from underneath. His hair was groomed and he wore large, slightly out of fashion glasses. He rested an arm above you, leaning it on the doorframe, and Mike squinted as he noticed that you鈥檇 shifted uncomfortably at the movement before trying to compose yourself.
He was lost in his thoughts, temporarily oblivious to the fact that the man was staring at him expectedly.聽
鈥 鈥 Mike, 鈥 he stammered, giving the man his name.
鈥淵our badge says Michael,鈥 he replied, matter of factly.
鈥淚 prefer Mike,鈥
鈥淗m,鈥 the man mused, the grumble seemingly coming from the depths of his chest. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 odd. Usually you guys are referred to by your last name鈥︹
Mike wasn鈥檛 sure about you, but this mysterious man was definitely a rich asshole. They always assumed they knew everything.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 Schimdt 鈥 Michael Schmidt鈥ut please, Mike is fine,鈥 he replied, shifting his weight and pursing his lips. Strangely, the man鈥檚 blue eyes widened, and he cocked his head, softening his demeanour. Your gaze was fixed to the floor uncomfortably, and Mike could only decipher that you were embarrassed by the man鈥檚 insistence. The entire thing was borderline uncomfortable.
Yet, at that moment, he smiled.
鈥淭he name鈥檚 Steve,鈥 he perked up, extending his hand for the smaller man to shake. He took it, and the man鈥檚 grip was firm and assuring, leading Mike to believe that he was some kind of businessman.
鈥淭hank you, Mike,鈥 continued sincerely, his voice noticeably soft. 鈥淗opefully we鈥檒l see you around then,鈥
Mike blinked and glanced at you. You were still, almost motionless, with Steve protectively hovering over you. He could tell he鈥檇 interrupted something.
鈥淵ou too,鈥 he replied, beginning to back away as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 鈥淗appy holidays.鈥
TUESDAY聽
During the ins and outs of his job, Mike had been trying to rack his brain, wondering if he鈥檇 ever come across this 鈥楽teve鈥 before, but to no avail. Perhaps he鈥檇 just gotten the wrong person. Michael was a very common name, after all.
He wondered about you, though. You were certainly younger than him, and although he鈥檇 come across his share of problematic couples, there was something far more striking about you than the rest. Steve鈥檚 authoritarian presence, coupled with your seemingly shy, introverted own, was usually a cocktail that led to disaster. He wasn鈥檛 a cop, but it wouldn鈥檛 hurt to keep tabs on you, would it?
It seemed that the time would come quicker than expected. The next morning he鈥檇 received a 鈥111鈥 message from your residence, and hadn鈥檛 wasted time in making his way up to see you.
Upon being let in, he quickly found out that you were alone, with Steve having run out for groceries. Apparently, you鈥檇 been hearing 鈥榬attling and shaking鈥 in the vents, and simply feared being home alone with the threat of a robbery looming over your head. He鈥檇 checked the vents, scoping the interior out for signs of damage or entry, quickly finding out that badger had made a home inside the walls, earning a good chuckle from the pair of you.
鈥淚鈥檓 so embarrassed!鈥 you鈥檇 gushed, and Mike had smiled slightly at your flustered demeanour. You were dressed rather nicely for an early morning, in a chic turtleneck, pants and a pair of Moon Boots. It didn鈥檛 take a genius to decipher that you either came from, or was in contact with a lot of money.
鈥淣o problem鈥︹ he chuckled, feeling the quiet instinct to pry. 鈥淪o, Steve just left you here, even with the threat of an intruder?鈥
Your shoulders visibly dropped at the fact.聽
鈥淧retty much鈥︹ you sighed, masking your nervous energy by removing a mug from the coffee machine, pouring some fixings into the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling deeply.
鈥淚 know what you鈥檙e thinking,鈥 you sighed, and Mike stiffened at the way you were so sincere, eyes locked on his own as you seemingly read his mind. 鈥淵ou have a point, but I like that he doesn鈥檛 baby me. But it does scare the shit out of me, knowing that we鈥檙e basically in the wilderness. Anything could happen鈥!鈥
He nodded.
鈥淲ell, you鈥檙e more likely to be attacked by kids at Santa鈥檚 Grotto than a bear,鈥 he laughed. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 worry鈥︹
You smiled, gaze unwavering as you sipped the drink, admiring the rich taste on your tongue. It was as if you were a siren, beckoning him towards you with an indescribable aura. There was more you wanted to say, but you couldn鈥檛 say it.
Biting the bullet, he cleared his throat.聽
鈥淗ey 鈥 This may not be my place, but is everything okay? When he came down the other day I saw you tense up,鈥 Mike finished, and you let out a low hum as you contemplated the implications of his statement.
鈥淲e鈥檙e having a few issues,鈥 you said, rolling your eyes, apparently brushing the situation off. 鈥淲e鈥檇 been arguing a lot back home, and he booked this trip so we could regroup and stuff. I鈥檓 grateful, and I might even love him 鈥 but it doesn鈥檛 make me any less paranoid. I never know how he鈥檚 feeling, y鈥檏now? He鈥檚 a bit off sometimes鈥︹
鈥極ff鈥.聽
That was certainly one way to put it, Mike thought.
鈥...Does he hurt you?鈥
鈥淕od no,鈥 you insisted. 鈥淗e鈥檚 just 鈥 Well, let鈥檚 just say that he鈥檚 not all that open about his past,鈥
Silence.聽
Mike let out a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips, musing on what you could鈥檝e meant. He averted his gaze to glance around the cabin. It was rather lush, with floor to ceiling windows, marble countertops and rich oak accents; perhaps you were living beyond your means? Every item in his sight seemed relatively normal, blankets, keys, even a small Christmas tree with a few presents underneath. Still, it meant nothing. After all, nobody kept their secrets on display - no, those kinds of things were reserved for a bedroom鈥r basement. Or the trunk of a car. Or in the psychological prison of the mind.
鈥溾 should finish getting ready,鈥 your voice interjected. 鈥淭hanks for the help, Mike,鈥 you said sweetly, and he nodded before turning around and making his way to let himself out. As he placed a foot down the first step, something turned him around, and he was shocked to see that you weren鈥檛 far behind him. He hadn鈥檛 heard you follow him.
鈥淏y the way 鈥斺 he said, clearing his throat again. 鈥淚鈥檓 doing a patrol on Thursday, so I鈥檒l be around鈥ust if you need to talk鈥︹
He hoped he wasn鈥檛 being too forward.
You smiled, and this time Mike could see the emotion in your eyes.
鈥淕ood to know,鈥
WEDNESDAY聽
One of the best things about the job were the treetop viewing platforms. It gave a 360 view of the resort, and Mike was able to see near and far with his pair of binoculars. It was certainly a task that Abby would鈥檝e loved, if she were ever allowed to see him work.
On this particular morning, he was scoping out the usuals - people on the slopes, those taking photos, and the general assortment of vehicles that came in and out of the building. Still, he found himself looking westward toward the lodging you were living in. Call it paranoia, or call it doing his duty, he couldn鈥檛 pry himself from the familiar outline of the building.
All seemed normal, until he鈥檇 focused on the top window, the largest one of the house that sat behind a balcony. There was no sign of you on the outside, other than the table and chairs, but it was what was enclosed behind that glass that worried him.
Sure enough, you and Steve were there. He couldn鈥檛 make out from the resolution, but your face was pressed to the glass, with Steve behind you, clearly leaving little room for you to move. Mike felt his chest constrict, tongue swiping over his lips as he zoomed in, silently praying that you weren鈥檛 being hurt.
It turned out that hurt was the complete opposite of what you were undergoing. There you were; totally nude with Steve鈥檚 large arms around your throat, kissing your neck as he jerked, your body writhing about as he did. Mike knew all too well what you were doing, and it didn鈥檛 take long for the blood to rush from his cheeks to his cock, praying that his growing bulge wouldn鈥檛 be visible to anyone.聽
Your eyes were half lidded as you scrambled to hold onto something, and Mike couldn鈥檛 help but wonder what your moans sounded like. Were you a screamer or a whimperer? Judging by the way the older man was ravishing you, it seemed to be somewhere in between the two.
Swallowing, he lowered the binoculars, pinching the bridge of his nose as he contemplated what he鈥檇 just done. There was no ridding the image from his mind, certainly not when he鈥檇 taken in every crevice of your body. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets to try to suppress his base urges, storing the image securely for later.
THURSDAY聽
Mike rubbed his eyes as he slid into the company car, ready to do his rounds. He hadn鈥檛 gotten much sleep last night.聽
His grip remained firm on the steering wheel, carefully navigating the elevated roads. A fresh layer of snow had settled over the past day, and the last thing he needed was to skid off into the trees. It was funny that the winter wonderland around him couldn鈥檛 mask the fact it was in a place like this where his family鈥檚 life had been turned upside down 鈥 where his brother had been cruelly and callously taken鈥ll under his watch.
Sometimes he couldn鈥檛 live with himself.
He was at the bottom of the final stretch of lodges when he noticed two figures trudging down the hill. Their arms were outstretched and faces scrunched - and Mike recognised you instantly. Steve was following after you whilst your arms were crossed, clearly having a temper tantrum of some kind. Squinting, he tried to make himself unnoticeable as he listened in.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 understand why you wouldn鈥檛 want me to see her! I love kids!鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not that I don鈥檛 want you to see her, it鈥檚 just 鈥 Well, it鈥檚 not that easy鈥︹
鈥淗ow could this be difficult? I鈥檓 your girlfriend. She鈥檚 your daughter. Someday we鈥檒l have to cross paths, right? Unless I鈥檓 some silly fling to you鈥︹
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not, okay? You know I love you. It鈥檚 complicated - Vanessa, she鈥檚 a little volatile 鈥斺
鈥淚 wonder where she gets that from,鈥
Frowning, Mike came out of the car, slamming the door with force to alert the two of you. He crossed his arms around his chest, scatters of snow crunching under his boots as he made his way towards you.
鈥淚s there a problem?鈥澛
鈥淢ike,鈥 Steve said, any specific emotion unreadable in his voice. He looked the man up and down as if to intimidate, but Mike didn鈥檛 budge. 鈥溾hat鈥檙e you doing here?鈥
鈥淢y job,鈥 He said sternly, to which you smirked. His eyes darted between the two of you, and he cocked his head. 鈥淚s there an issue here, or?鈥
Steve cast you a frosty glare, to which you rolled your eyes. Shaking yourself off, you assumed a stricter posture before focusing your attention onto the smaller man in front of you.
鈥淢ike 鈥斺 you said, matter of factly. 鈥淏e a dear and give me a ride to the leisure centre. I need a masseuse鈥 I have a knot that just won鈥檛 go away,鈥
There was nothing but fury in Steve鈥檚 eyes as Mike nodded, stepping to the side to allow you to pass through to the vehicle. As he opened the passenger door for you, he could feel the older man鈥檚 stare, burning a hole in his neck and seeping out his insides. Shutting the door, he walked round to the other side of the car, jaw ticking and lips pulled into a straight line. He barely knew Steve, but what he did know was that he was an asshole.
The car ride was silent for all of two minutes when Mike perked up, clearing his throat whilst his eyes remained on the road. He鈥檇 only snuck occasional glances at your thighs, and even then he was unable to rid the image of you nude.
鈥溾ho鈥檚 Vanessa?鈥
You scoffed, slumping back in your seat as you lay your head against the car window.
鈥淪o you did hear,鈥 you chuckled defeatedly. 鈥淗is daughter. He doesn鈥檛 want me to see her,鈥
鈥淥h,鈥 was all Mike could say, and he decided to let you draw the emotion out of your body yourself.
鈥淚 hate when he does this!鈥 You exclaimed, arms folded. 鈥淗e makes me feel so dirty! Like, what the fuck is he saying? That I鈥檓 not good enough to meet her?!鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sure that鈥檚 not the case鈥︹ Mike said softly. 鈥淚 mean, if it were down to me, I know I鈥檇 love for my daughter and girlfriend to hang out, especially during the holidays,鈥
The statement caused you to smile, and you shook your head defeatedly.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 shacking it up with her father during the best time of year鈥︹ you said incredulously, looking out onto the icy white paradise around you. 鈥淪he probably hates me鈥︹
The thought of a girl being without her father on Christmas was enough to make you sob, salty tears pricking your eyes and eventually running down your cheeks. Covering your mouth, you let out a little whimper that alerted Mike, his kind brown eyes briefly leaving the road to watch your face. He wasted no time in pulling over, making sure the car was locked in position before he placed an arm on your shoulder, the sudden contact making you break down even more. Before he knew it, you were crying on his shoulder, hiding your face in the fleece-like insides of his jacket. The man remained quiet, but rubbed your back, narrowing his eyes as he tried to piece together your relationship.
He was beginning to lose himself in your scent when you pulled away, eyes red and slightly watery. Your faces were close, and you stared at him in a way that both made him feel guilty and aroused, eyes wide but enigmatic. He followed your gaze to his lips, and he slowly parted his own to exhale, hyper aware of the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
Brushing your fingertips across his cheeks, you leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips, your taste bittersweet as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. He certainly hoped Steve wasn鈥檛 close behind, as he didn鈥檛 let go, instead parting his lips to whisper your name as your tongues began to dance against the others鈥. His hands were all over your body, and he was fairly certain that your hand had made his way to his pelvis, threatening to brush his cock.
He cursed himself when he gasped at the motion, which had caused you to pull away. As if you鈥檇 been under a spell, you felt flushed, stuck between wanting to leave the car and staying with Michael.
鈥淭hank you鈥︹ you whispered, glancing down before looking out of the windshield. The reception to the rest of the resort wasn鈥檛 far from here, and you decided you needed to clear your head. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e a great guy, Mike.鈥
FRIDAY
It had been twelve hours since you鈥檇 shared a kiss with Mike, and he was beginning to think he鈥檇 known you forever. He couldn鈥檛 get it out of his mind, even when they鈥檇 received a severe weather warning at midday. Needless to say, he was excited to ring your particular lodge鈥ust as long as Steve didn鈥檛 answer.
鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 Mike鈥e鈥檙e expecting a snowstorm in a couple of hours and we鈥檙e instituting a 7PM curfew,鈥
鈥淪hit鈥eally?鈥 You鈥檇 said, somewhat muffled, and Mike could hear you biting down on the fingertips of your thumb. 鈥 I didn鈥檛 hear anything about this 鈥 Steve鈥檚 down at the casino鈥︹
鈥淚鈥檓 sure word will get to him,鈥 he insisted. 鈥淪tay safe 鈥斺
鈥淲ait, Mike? C-Can you come over? I want to make sure everything鈥檚 reinforced鈥︹
It was apparent that you and Mike both knew that the lodges, especially the ones you were living in, were more than secure. You鈥檇 smiled and let out an exasperated, somewhat overdramatic 鈥楾hanks鈥, and had clasped your hands in front of you, leisurely strolling around the building as he confirmed the obvious. You seemed more free, whimsical even, dressed in a deep red couture tracksuit, perfectly painted toes on display. Perhaps the kiss, and Steve鈥檚 absence, had brought out the real you.
He didn鈥檛 know he could have such an effect on someone.聽
As he clicked off his flashlight, he smirked at you, to which you returned, and drummed his hand on the countertops.
鈥淚s everything okay, Officer?鈥 you lulled.
鈥淎-Ok,鈥 he hummed, watching as you walked closer towards him, a mischievous grin in your eye. He froze slightly when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his front, but found himself relaxing into your touch, his own hands finding your hips.
鈥淲e have the house to ourselves鈥︹ you purred, beginning to stroke the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. He was simply too cute. 鈥溾nd the view is lovely. But the company鈥檚 better鈥︹
He nodded, lost in the way you began to pepper kisses to his neck and breath gently into his ear, that he hadn鈥檛 realised that the snow was beginning to fall鈥nd it wasn鈥檛 about to stop.
鈥淪hit鈥︹ he said under his breath, ruining the mood as he scrambled for his radio. He should鈥檝e been back to the base a while ago.
鈥淭his is Mike calling in. The storm came in earlier than expected. I鈥檓 holed in at Lodge 305 waiting it out,鈥
鈥淩eceived,鈥 the static said. 鈥淜eep us updated.鈥
You could barely contain your enthusiasm at the fact, and Mike chuckled as you excitedly raced to the wine cabinet. It was going to be an interesting few hours.
LATER聽
鈥溾art of me hopes Steve never comes back,鈥 you slurred, wine bottle in hand as you sprawled out on the king bed, your tracksuit top since stripped, leaving you in a vest. It was obvious to Mike that you weren鈥檛 wearing a bra underneath, neither.聽
Mike snickered.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e still mad at him?鈥
鈥淵up,鈥 you said, popping your 鈥楶鈥. 鈥淎sshole tried to propose to me at dinner yesterday. I said no,鈥
He was astonished that you said it so casually.
鈥淲oah鈥︹
鈥淚 know,鈥 you grinned. 鈥淲ine?鈥
He looked up at you uncertainly. Not necessarily because it was wrong, but because he had no idea where the night would lead him if he took even as much as a sip. 鈥淚-I can鈥檛, I鈥檓 on the job,鈥
鈥淛ust a little?鈥 You whined. 鈥淔or me?鈥
You watched him intently as he gave in, sipping the drink and holding it on his tongue. When he realised you were staring at him, you broke into a smile, edging closer to him on the bed.
鈥淚 love that you take your job so seriously,鈥 you cheesed, running your finger down his arm. 聽 鈥淲as this a boyhood dream?鈥
鈥淔ar from it,鈥
鈥淗m,鈥 you said curiously, cocking your head. You鈥檇 been trying to figure Mike out for a while now. 鈥淪o what鈥檚 the goal?鈥澛
鈥淒unno,鈥 he shrugged. 鈥淛ust to see my sister happy, I guess,鈥
Your heart fluttered, and there was an incomparable sensation in your loins, biting up towards your stomach. Whether it was the alcohol, the heating, or something else - your body swelled, and you couldn鈥檛 hold back anymore.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so sweet,鈥 you cooed, in that oh-so famously position in front of his face, arms entangled in his.聽 鈥淚 love that about you, Mike,鈥
鈥淟ove?鈥
鈥淚 wish all guys were like you,鈥 was all you said, and you thrust yourself on top of him, his back flat against the mattress. He didn鈥檛 stop you; letting you take charge as you straddled his torso, pressing your breasts against his chest as his hands found your body. He was insatiable, greedy yet very needy, and found himself succumbing to your every whim.聽
Mike let out a whimper as you rubbed yourself gently along his clothed cock, growing irritated at the layer of fabric between you two. You nipped at his ear and giggled, dancing your hands along his body before you reached his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze before you went back to teasing him with your hips.
鈥淒鈥檡a want me, Mike?鈥 you purred. 鈥淪ay the word and I鈥檒l be yours鈥︹
鈥淢mfh鈥︹ he grumbled, trying and failing to pull himself away from you, particularly as his hands found your hardening nipples, desperate to take one between his teeth. 鈥淲hat about Steve?鈥 He said from below you. 鈥淚 could get fired, I 鈥斺
Cupping his face in your hands, you stared him down, voice almost emotionless as you spoke.
鈥淢ike, you may not know it, but when you鈥檙e rich, you can get away with anything鈥︹
That was enough confirmation as he needed as he arched his back, angling himself up into your kiss. He was both surprised and aroused at how firm your grip was on him, legs quite literally locking him down below you. Your wanting mouth was wide as your chest heaved, grinning down at him as you slid your arm back, down his pants to touch his hardened cock.聽
Mike shut his eyes and groaned as you tugged on him, expertly sliding your hips down his body, fixing yourself into position so that you were level his penis, your ass in his face.
鈥淭ouch me, Mike,鈥 you slurred as you took him in your mouth, giddy as he pulled down your sweats a crack so that he could massage your ass, fingers lingering by your lacy underwear. His touch sent chills down your spine, prompting you to take him further, tongue flat against the underside of his organ. His index finger slipped into your crevice, stroking your walls before he slid a finger into your pussy, making you whimper. It had been so long since Mike had been touched - and had touched someone in such a way - that he wasn鈥檛 planning on letting go of the feeling any time soon.
Even if your boyfriend came in.
鈥淏abe? I鈥檓 sorry, I got caught up in 鈥斺溌
鈥淪teve!鈥 You said sweetly, releasing Mike from your mouth with a 鈥榩op鈥. 鈥淗ow nice of you to join us!鈥
The wording struck Michael as odd, but he chalked it down to the thick layer of condescension in your voice.聽
Steve stared right past you and towards Mike, narrowing his eyes. The younger man swallowed, wanting to push you off of him, but found himself drawn to the silent aura of the man, much more the way a bulge was visible in his pants also.聽
鈥淚 can explain鈥斺 he stammered, exasperated as you played with him in your hands, index finger and thumb squeezing the tip as your eyes darted between the two men. How were you so relaxed about this?
鈥淣o need to worry about it, Mike,鈥 Steve said, his tone surprisingly sympathetic as he zipped down his own pants. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mind sharing her...In fact, I love showing my darling off,鈥 he grinned, almost sadistically as he bared his teeth and dimples. Steve placed his larger, calloused hands on your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek affectionately as he did. Mike felt somewhat betrayed by the way there was a glint of happiness in your eye; much more the way he pulled you into a sloppy, passionate kiss as you stroked the older man instead of him.
Once the pair of you pulled apart, his blue eyes were clouded with lust as he patted your cheek, thumb tracing your lips before he pulled away. You kissed the digit tentatively, chin in the air as you glanced down at Mike, silent, but smiling.聽
Ironically, you were a healthy couple playing a twisted game, and you鈥檇 been in on it all along.聽
Steve cleared his throat, loosening a button on his shirt as you span around, your own pelvis holding down Mike鈥檚 own. Mike should鈥檝e despised the situation in its entirety, but the way his cock twitched was undeniable. It was as if this fucked up situation were unlocking something within him, and he didn鈥檛 know for how much longer he could hold it back.
鈥溾 love the way men like you look at her and want nothing more than to fuck her brains out. Do you know what it feels like to win? To know that she鈥檚 yours?鈥 Steve drawled, watching almost in admiration as you pulled off your sweats, sliding your underwear to the side as you lined up Mike鈥檚 cock with your entrance.聽
鈥淥f course you don鈥檛,鈥 he said condescendingly. 鈥...Your life is about to be hell, Mike. You deserve something good鈥︹ The older man hissed, coincidentally aligning with the hiss from Mike鈥檚 own mouth who was too much in a state of ecstasy to register the comment. His precum was dribbling on your wet folds, and he longed for a bit of friction.聽
You placed a hand on Mike鈥檚 chest, smiling down at him with the same expression he鈥檇 come to fall for in the first place, paired with your soft, unsuspecting voice.聽
鈥淒o you wanna fuck me, Mike? I bet you鈥檇 make me feel so good鈥︹
鈥淵-Yeah..鈥 he whimpered lowly, and he moaned as you sunk yourself onto his bare cock, gripping your body at the tight, wet pressure of your gummy walls. Steve hummed in amusement as he watched you begin to ride him; slowly at first, giving him enough leeway to insert himself into your mouth.聽
He鈥檇 had you a million times before, but he never grew tired of the sensation. He gripped the back of your head as he moved your face up and down his shaft, groaning as he fucked your mouth in tandem.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e always been a maneater, haven鈥檛 you baby?鈥 Steve cooed. 鈥淢y little slut,鈥 he spat, and Mike furrowed his brows, feeling his cock twitch in you at the statement. You were clearly just a few rich people with a perverted pastime, and he鈥檇 been taken as collateral. He鈥檇 probably feel disgusted in the morning, but as of right now he was in heaven.
You steadied yourself on Mike鈥檚 cock, pressing down a hand into his pelvis as Steve鈥檚 grip tightened on your face, greedy as one hand reached down to grope your breasts.
鈥淕o on, Mike,鈥 he chuckled arrogantly. 鈥淕ive em a feel,鈥
You took Mike's hand in your own, throwing your head back at the sensation of being fondled and prodded by two men simultaneously. Steve鈥檚 cock was hitting the back of your throat, your nose buried into the fabric of his clothes, stray grey pubic hairs tickling your nose as he did. Mike鈥檚 dick was buried in you, and you were 99% sure you鈥檇 sheathed himself to the hilt. You hadn鈥檛 even needed to move your hips for that long, and Mike had begun to take agency as rock his hips up into your own, the skin-on-skin sounds borderline pornographic.
鈥淪hit,鈥 Mike whispered, feeling his stomach begin to knot up, and you gasped, talking around Steve鈥檚 cock that sent vibrations through the spectacled man鈥檚 lower half.
鈥淎re you gonna cum, Mikey? You wanna fill this pussy up?鈥 you teased, circling your hips uncontrollably, Mike鈥檚 penetrative thrusts becoming shallow but frequent. He groaned in response, and Steve chuckled, one hand your back so he stabilised you, making sure your lush lips were still attached to his shaft. Mike may have been getting the goods, but he owned you, and his pleasure came first. Even in a group of three.聽
Feeling closer to your own orgasm, you slammed your hips down onto Mike, holding him in position as he came; desperately clutching the sheets as he spilled into you, mumbling to himself incoherently. Steve was gracious enough to pull himself from your mouth, a bridge of spit connecting you two as he did. Instinctively, you jerked him off, your warm hands sliding up and down effortlessly on his sloppy dick, still grinding your hips on Mike as he was beginning to come down from his high.
Steve came with a grumble, and it wasn鈥檛 long until you followed him after, grinning mischievously as fresh white trails of his seed painted your face. Glancing over at Mike - who looked totally spent - you ran your tongue along Steve鈥檚 pink shaft to clean him up, writhing as you stimulated Mike鈥檚 softening cock, producing a groan from the brunette.聽
You were light headed as you fell back onto the sheets, smiling as Steve stroked your semi-nude body adoringly, lulling you off to sleep.
THE MORNING AFTER
Mike was awakened to a banging on the door, swearing under his breath as he contemplated how this looked. Sitting up, he scanned the room for a sign of you, or even Steve, but to no luck.聽
He looked out of the window. The snowstorm was over.
Perhaps you鈥檇 just gone out for breakfast.
He hurried his clothes on, placing his hands on his hips as he tried to shake the hazy memories of the night before. He was just in time as an officer entered, worried as he saw his colleague enter with guns.
鈥淲-What鈥檚 going on?鈥 he asked, squinting.聽
鈥淲e have a warrant for a visitor's arrest,鈥 he drawled. 鈥淎 Mr William Afton鈥?鈥
Mike frowned. The name wasn鈥檛 familiar.
The officer raised a brow, leaving the room once the coast was clear. As he did, Mike caught a glimpse of the poster in his back pocket, the face painfully recognisable.聽
WANTED: Child abduction and murder.
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
William Afton x Reader (SMUT)
this is a very dark fic 鈥 includes all the things we associate with w.a. including murder, blood, emotional/mental manipulation, as well as a reader who is so enraptured by william, she is willing to kill for him. read with caution. 鈾ワ笍
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Blood spilled across your hands, the slippery crimson liquid dripping warm between your fingers to the floor. It splashed across the wall beside you, thick and syrupy ropes painting the room a lucent shade of red.
William smiled proudly from his place by the doorway, hands causally sheathed in his pockets, savoring his girl. You were always beautiful to him, but never more so than in moments like this鈥ith your lips trembling excitedly, eyes blown wide open, your pretty cheeks freckled with someone else鈥檚 blood.
He started toward you, taking care not to step on your victim as their lifeless body slumped to the floor. William took your hands in his, gently removing his knife from your grasp. The pressure his shoes made in the blood pooled at your feet produced a wet, squelching sound. William wiped the knife clean and returned it to the inner pocket of his jacket. His deep blue eyes danced over you with awe. 鈥淛ust look at you,鈥 he marveled, cupping your face between his calloused palms. 鈥淛ust look at my fuckin鈥 girl鈥︹
Your heart raced wildly, a sense of pride washing over you. Gaining William鈥檚 approval made your head feel tipsy, a delicious kind of high only pleasing him could induce. He gently pulled his thumb across your cheek, smearing your lips in blood, tracing their shape as if applying a lipstick. William鈥檚 eyes slid over you, a satisfied grin turning the corners of his mouth. 鈥淏eautiful,鈥 he said. William pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking into the warm bed of your mouth. The kiss was filthy, not for its explicitness, but for its context. The bitter flavor of a dead man鈥檚 blood sank over your tastebuds, shared between your mouth and William鈥檚 like a sacrament.
He cupped a hand over your breast, squeezing the fleshy mound roughly, pulling a pained but grateful whimper from your throat. In moments like this, no amount of guilt could make you stop killing for William. His tests of your loyalty may have been extreme; but they were effective. At this point, leaving William would have been impossible, even if you鈥檇 wanted to. He鈥檇 orchestrated so many killings for you鈥tained your hands with so much blood, it could never be washed away. The evidence William had against you was extensive. If you ever strayed from his grasp, he could cast your sins into the light, for all the world to see. William鈥檚 tests worked. Your loyalty to him was absolute. He鈥檇 purchased your devotion at a very high price: the cost of a human life, many times over鈥
William cradled your head in his large palm, clutching the back of your hair. His teeth sank over your bottom lip, tugging it lower, using the angle to his advantage and plunging his tongue deeper inside your mouth. The deep penetration of his tongue forced the sour taste of blood too far, and you gagged. His grip on the back of your head increased, locking you in place, using your mouth while rhythmically squeezing and releasing your breast.
Just when you felt you might choke, William pulled back. He slid an arm under your ass and hoisted you up, carrying you over the mess on the floor. William walked with you into the hallway, kicking the door of his office closed behind him.
At the end of the hall, a flood of neon colors awaited you. The main dining and arcade area of Freddy鈥檚 may have been empty, but it was certainly not dead. William liked to treat you, after successfully completing one of his tests, with a personal Freddy鈥檚 experience. You had the entire arcade all to yourself, all night long. He placed you back on your feet, and helped you out of your blood-spattered clothing. William spat on a napkin, emblazoned with the restaurant鈥檚 logo, and used it to wipe your face clean of blood. He balled up your clothes and stuffed them in the trash bin. He鈥檇 burn them later, along with the body in his office.
William pulled up a chair for himself at the nearest table, and removed a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. Once lit, he took a long, contented drag, and blew the smoke towards his beautiful young prot茅g茅. Standing stark naked, your body illuminated by the gleam of stage lights at your back and his cigarette smoke swirling around you, William could have mistaken you for an angel.
He saw the excitement in your eyes, the gleeful impatience that had you shifting from foot to foot. You鈥檇 passed another of his tests; it was time for your reward. William grinned knowingly, waving his hand at the arcade around you. He slid a cup full of tokens across the table, which you excitedly snatched up. 鈥淎lright baby,鈥 William said with a smile. 鈥淕o play.鈥
You squealed with joy and skipped over to your favorite machine, ready for a night of fun. William sat back comfortably, enjoying both his cigarette and the sight of your naked body prancing around his restaurant. After he鈥檇 let you play awhile, teasing his dick with your body and his hand, William would bend you over one of the machines and fuck your brains out.
He鈥檇 grown to love the pure devotion you gave him. At first, William had been put off by your relentless interest in him. He鈥檇 been your employer at the time, and you had been just another pretty little waitress he鈥檇 hired for your tits rather than your experience. It didn鈥檛 take William long, however, to realize that the obsessive crush you had on him could be used to his advantage. What a devoted pet you鈥檇 be, he鈥檇 imagined, willing to do whatever was asked of you, sexually or otherwise.
Your position as a waitress had been 鈥榰pgraded,鈥 to that of William鈥檚 mistress, and soon after, his accomplice. Knowing that you鈥檇 kill for him was the ultimate stroke of William鈥檚 ego, the most delicious proof that he鈥檇 found a playmate just as depraved as himself.
As you excitedly called out to William that you鈥檇 reached the high score on a particularly challenging machine, he clapped his approval and congratulated you. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 my girl,鈥 William murmured. He stamped out his cigarette, and casually made his way across the floor to where you were standing. He wasn鈥檛 in any sort of rush; he had all night to fuck you every way imaginable.
So as his big hands came to rest warm on your bare hips, the outline of his erection prodding your ass, it came as no surprise to you. You bit your lip excitedly, arching your back and wiggling your ass so William鈥檚 cock was positioned between your cheeks. He leaned over your back, his hand sliding around your throat and closing just tightly enough to make you moan. His chest was flush with your back, your body bent forward over the machine you were playing.
鈥淕o on baby; you know what to do,鈥 William murmured at your ear, nuzzling your neck. 鈥淜eep playing. Don鈥檛 stop on account of me鈥︹ His free hand worked his pants undone, wrapping around his thick, leaking cock as his other hand lightly clutched your throat. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth finding your earlobe in a gentle bite. William guided his tip between your folds, wetting his cock with your creamy arousal, before dragging his tip upward between your asscheeks.
鈥淢鈥檊onna help you get that high score again, sweetheart,鈥 William lewdly whispered, his fingers tapping against your pulse. With a squeak of delight, you braced yourself for the sting of him stretching you. William slid a token inside the machine鈥檚 slot, a burst of lights and sounds signaling a new game was ready to be played. You wrapped your hands around the game鈥檚 controllers, pressing the 鈥淎,鈥 button to begin, followed by William pressing his cock past the barrier of your tight, puckering hole鈥
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ftmsteveraglan 7 months
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i've been imagining creepy obsessed stalker william recently and... hoooo boy.
(creepiness, stalker behavior, and nasty boy william below the cut)
you'd never expect it, either. he seems like a completely ordinary guy whenever you see him. he's kind, pleasant to talk to, cordial towards you. maybe he shows a little favoritism with you over other people, but hey, maybe he's just friendly.
you don't know the full scope of his obsession towards you until you accidentally stumble across his collection. every time you two have met, he's managed to take something from you, whether it be a picture he snapped without you realizing or a piece of jewelry you thought went missing in your car somewhere. the crowning jewel of his collection (more like a shrine built to you, really) is a pair of your underwear he managed to steal from your bedroom after watching your house for weeks. it was difficult to get, but ohhh was it worth it. he gets off to the smell of you just about every night.
but when you confront him about it, he's not ashamed of it. he doesn't see any problem with it at all, and he doesn't know why you would be so upset. can't you see that this is all for you? no one else loves you as much as he does, he's certain of it. come on, sweetheart, let him show you how perfect you are. let him show you how much he really loves you...
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only made with mild simping intent
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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 tho 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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wierdpersonononelikes 3 months
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people I write for
Gwendoline Christie characters
Pedro Pascal characters
Melissa Shemmenti
Miguel O'Hara
William Afton movie/Steve Raglan
Lady Dimitrescu/Alcina Dimitrescu
mother Miranda
moon-knight/Marc spector/Steven grant/Jake lockey
(and basically any Oscar Issac character)
if you want to request something, i might not be the best writer but i will try my best to give what you ask for. And if you want me to write for a character you want you can also request even if it is not on my list (i don't judge so don't worry)
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frost-queen 7 months
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To his liking (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)
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A/n: This is my first time doing something for this fandom. I hope it is any good as I didn't have much time for my regular request so I whipped something up. Summary: In need of a new job you find yourself at Steve Raglan's office hoping he would find a job for you. [part 2 & part 3 & part 4]
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Your knee trembled nervously. Sweaty palms rubbing against your legs. You had read the posters in the little waiting room numerous times. All silly adds with cheesy lines. Your gaze drifted to the left where an elderly lady was typing loudly in her computer. Her face hidden behind the big box of a screen. The smell of her coffee adding a new scent to the already muffy smelling room.
You seated yourself better, feeling that your bottom had been hurting from sitting on that darn wooden stool for what seemed ages. Four wooden stools lined up against the walls in order to wait. Beside the stool on your right was a small table with old magazines. At least dated from five years back. Looking back around you started to wonder why you were even her. Yet the answer was very clear.
This was your last chance. Your last chance at making a change. Rubbing your sweaty palms over your legs again, you let yourself slouch down in the chair. Just a few more minutes and you might call it off. Simply get up and walk out as you weren鈥檛 getting anywhere. Waiting for ages. Waiting for that wooden door to finally open and allow you to meet your future.
The clock ticking almost tauntingly by the minute. It was agonizing to wait this long. It was almost as if they were testing your duration. See how long you would stand with it before throwing in the towel. Sighing again you moved your bottom to the back of the stool, leaning forwards. Palms in your hair. The lady behind her desk kept typing loudly without a care or notice of you.
This was it. You had enough. Leg shaking nervously. You jumped up with a deep breath. At the same time you got up, opened the wooden door. No one standing in the door opening. It made you stare at the door wondering if anyone else before you would head out.
A slim figure wearing glasses opened the door more standing in the opening. 鈥 鈥淵/n Y/l/n just who I was expecting.鈥 鈥 he said moving a bit back to create an opening. Somehow you kept staring at him. He chuckled waving you over. 鈥 鈥淐ome, come don鈥檛 be shy. I don鈥檛 bite.鈥 鈥 he teased with half a smirk.
Walking up to him you saw the lady behind the compute follow your movement with her head. Her expression dull and neutral. Pausing briefly in the door opening you looked up to the man. He smiled invitingly at you. With one soft breath you entered more as the door got shut behind you. 鈥 鈥淧lease, sit.鈥 鈥 he offered gesturing at another one of those uncomfy chairs. You sat down looking around his office. He walked behind you across towards the coffeemaker. You kept your gaze in front of you, pressing your hands between your legs.
A name clip standing on his desk. Raglan it read. Steve Raglan. 鈥 鈥淐offee?鈥 鈥 you heard him call out. Humming loud you snapped out of your little thought bubble. 鈥 鈥淥h uhm no thank you.鈥 鈥 you answered moving your hands away. Raglan went to his desk, sitting down across from you. He set his coffee mug aside. He leaned a bit back taking a file from his desk. He opened it leaning fully back.
Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his finger over his beard and mouth. You kept a close eye on his expression. His seriousness when his eyes trailed over the words. The way you felt a bit shy around him. He took a soft gasp of breath leaning forwards to the desk, laying your file down. 鈥 鈥淚鈥檓 going to be honest with you Y/n鈥 may I call you Y/n?鈥 鈥 he asked looking over at you.
You nodded hesitantly with a flush in your cheeks. 鈥 鈥淲ith your record of work, it won鈥檛 be easy to find someone that would like to hire you.鈥 鈥 he said making you swallow nervously. 鈥 鈥淵elling and cursing at a parent.鈥 鈥 he read out loud with a slight shake of his head. 鈥 鈥淐alling them a pervert and kicking them in the鈥︹ 鈥 he stopped as his gaze went up to you. 鈥 鈥淒elicate area鈥檚.鈥 鈥 he added waving his hand down his stomach to show you.
鈥淭hat is unacceptable behaviour Y/n.鈥 聽- he went on picking up your file again. 鈥 鈥淗e had it coming.鈥 鈥 you mumbled. Raglan curling up a smile. 鈥 鈥淚鈥檓 sure he did.鈥 鈥 he responded as it startled you that he had heard you. 鈥 鈥淚鈥檓 not hear to judge you Y/n but that wasn鈥檛 your first fall-out.鈥 鈥 he looked down at your file, flipping a page.
And another one. 鈥 鈥淵ou have a history of being violent.鈥 鈥 his gaze flashed up to you. Was there a hint of a smile on him? Did your violent history amuse him? He placed the file down again leaning forwards as he folded his hands before him. 鈥 鈥淚t鈥檚 not going to be easy for you Y/n.鈥 鈥 his words echoing like doomsday in your mind. Were you done for it?
鈥淪o you got nothing for me?鈥 鈥 you asked trying to hide your fear of having nothing. Raglan licked his lips leaning back in his chair. 鈥 鈥淚鈥檓 afraid so.鈥 鈥 he replied watching you closely. You broke. Leaning back to look up at the ceiling with the deepest sigh. You were ready to get up and walk out. What use was staying here if he had nothing to offer you.
Raglan picked up on your urge to get up and walk out. He got up making you freeze half way from getting up. You watched him go around the desk to come lean against the edge on your side. It made you sit back down eager to know what he wanted to say.
He stroked his beard thoughtfully. 鈥 鈥淚 might have something for you.鈥 鈥 he started sparking up your interest. 鈥 鈥淭he hours are brutal and the pay-check even worse.鈥 鈥 he went on. 鈥 鈥淚 don鈥檛 care.鈥 鈥 you said eagerly grabbing onto the railing of the chair. Raglan smiled. 鈥 鈥淓ver heard of Freddy fazzbear鈥檚 pizzeria?鈥 鈥 he asked. You shook your head. 鈥 鈥淚t was a big thing in the eighties.鈥 鈥 he added. 鈥 鈥淏efore it got shut down.鈥 鈥 he finished looking down at you.
He looked briefly over his shoulder to your file on his desk. 鈥 鈥淚 read in your file you played dress-up for kid鈥檚 parties a few years ago.鈥 鈥 you hummed loud to acknowledge him. Raglan chuckled softly removing himself slightly from the desk. His hand grabbed for your chin, tilting your head back. His eyes locking with yours.
Somehow you didn鈥檛 push his hands away. Actually finding it mesmerizing how they held you. 鈥 鈥淗ow do you stand against masks?鈥 鈥 he asked. 鈥 鈥淎lthough it would be a shame to hide that pretty face of yours behind one.鈥 - 聽You felt your cheeks burn up from his words. 鈥 鈥淲hat do I have to do?鈥 鈥 you asked as he let go of your chin. 鈥 鈥淒ress up.鈥 鈥 he spoke plainly. 鈥 鈥淚鈥 thought the place got shut down?鈥 鈥 you asked to be sure you had heard him correctly.
聽鈥淵ou鈥檇 make a fine addition to the鈥 family.鈥 鈥 he answered deflecting your question. 鈥 鈥淭he kids will love you.鈥 鈥 he muttered to himself. He took you by your hands making you stand up. 鈥 鈥淲hat do you say Y/n do you plan on staying?鈥 鈥 he asked holding your hands dearly.
Having no other option you accepted. It didn鈥檛 sound that bad. Dressing up for some kids. As long as there weren鈥檛 any rude or perverse parents to test your temper. Raglan curled up a sinister smile.
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strawhbrrries 9 months
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Movement
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.
warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread
word count: 2.1k words
author鈥檚 note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!
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Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny鈥檚. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn鈥檛 just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.
鈥淕ia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I鈥檓 never doing you another favor ever again.鈥 You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.
鈥淚 swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!鈥 She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. 鈥淢aybe the inside is really nice and it鈥檚 just a shady exterior.鈥
You鈥檇 never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren鈥檛 sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn鈥檛 prepared to go on a date tonight.聽
鈥淚 suppose I鈥檓 your date.鈥 He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. 鈥淚鈥檓 MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.鈥
After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed.聽 The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn鈥檛 as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn鈥檛 complaining.
鈥淎 man in uniform is hot.鈥 Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.
鈥淚t鈥檚 just a security gig.鈥 He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.聽
You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time.聽
鈥淪he鈥檚 not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.鈥 You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. 鈥淚鈥檇 really like to go home with you.鈥
You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it鈥檇 been a long time since he鈥檇 been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn鈥檛 work.
鈥淯hm, my sister鈥檚 at home, can we go to your place?鈥 Mike鈥檚 saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn鈥檛 make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.
The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn鈥檛 let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn鈥檛 smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.
鈥淪o did you mean what you said inside? Because I鈥檓 perfectly okay with just going home.鈥澛
鈥淚 meant it, don鈥檛 be so nervous.鈥 You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.
The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn鈥檛 quite grasp.聽
Your place wasn鈥檛 too far from the restaurant that Gia鈥檚 date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he鈥檇 probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn鈥檛. He was a gentleman, he鈥檇 just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.
鈥淭his is the place.鈥 You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.
鈥淚t鈥檚 nice.鈥 He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. 鈥淪uits you.鈥
Mike鈥檚 eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn鈥檛 take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake.聽
鈥淎re you going to take it off?鈥 Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous.聽
鈥淎nd you thought I was the eager one.鈥 He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. 鈥淒o you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?鈥
A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn鈥檛 go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back.聽
Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might鈥檝e fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it.聽
He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn鈥檛 worn a bra and the underwear you鈥檇 chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have.聽
Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn鈥檛 planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn鈥檛 leave with him, you didn鈥檛 want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.
鈥淚f you weren鈥檛 so fucking wet I would鈥檝e thought you were only doing me a favor.鈥 He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. 鈥 Or maybe you鈥檙e just a whore? Huh?鈥
鈥淔or you.鈥 You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words.聽
At the beginning of the night you would鈥檝e placed money on the fact that he wasn鈥檛 capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren鈥檛 complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you鈥檇 never experienced.聽
鈥淵eah? For me? Mikey鈥檚 own personal whore.鈥 He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.鈥
You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could鈥檝e said anything and you would鈥檝e agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience.聽
鈥淧lease, I need you.鈥 You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. 鈥淧lease.鈥
鈥淕ood job using your words, pretty girl.鈥 Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.
His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn鈥檛 be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.
His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you鈥檇 agree to anything he said to you.聽
Shaking your head yes was the best decision you鈥檇 made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.
鈥淔uck.鈥 Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. 鈥淪o good, pretty girl.鈥
Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn鈥檛 sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.
Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.
鈥淢ike, Mikey I need..鈥 You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.
鈥淐鈥檓on pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.鈥 He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.
His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You鈥檇 never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn鈥檛 measure up, he had ruined you.聽
鈥淵ou did so good.鈥 Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike鈥檚 hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear.聽
His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white.聽
鈥淚 guess tonight wasn鈥檛 a total waste.鈥 You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you.聽
鈥淲e need to do this more often.鈥
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mellatoninsstuff 7 months
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what if I wrote a William afton origin story tee hee
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steve-faglan 7 months
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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: HERE鉂わ笍
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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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