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STEPDAD!WILLIAM AFTON X READER “CINEMA” - MATURE/DRABBLE [ 2 ]
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE
Warnings: Family Gathering, Secret Touching.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe
The cinema was dark, the action movie exploding on the screen in front of you. You were on a movie night out with your ‘new’ family. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat sandwiched between your mother and stepfather, William Afton. Vanessa, your stepsister, sat on William's other side, engrossed in the movie. She still lived with her mom, so you didn’t see her as often.
As the protagonist dodged gunfire on the screen, you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. You froze, eyes darting to the side to see William's fingers resting just above your knee. He didn't look at you, his attention wholly on the movie. The tension in your body skyrocketed, every muscle tightening as his fingers pressed gently into your skin.
"Can you believe this scene?" he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. Your mother nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. It was like he wasn't even touching you.
But he was. You felt it.
His hand crept higher, inch by agonizing inch. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to jerk away from him. What if your mother noticed? What if Vanessa saw? You couldn't risk it, so you remained still, a deer caught in headlights.
"Such an incredible stunt," your mother agreed, completely oblivious to your situation. You tried to focus on the movie, tried to ignore the way William's fingers traced patterns on your inner thigh, but it was impossible. Why had you decided to wear a skirt today? Of all times?
Oh, you knew why. You had wanted to impress potential boyfriends. Heading out, even with your family, meant a chance to flaunt yourself. And as a lonely teenager with hormones raging through you, on the crisp of tipping your twenties, you had thought that dressing up like this was the best of ideas. Now you cursed your choice of wear. Because it meant that he could touch you as easily as this. Your breath hitched, and you prayed no one could hear it over the sound of explosions and gunshots.
"Are you okay?" Vanessa asked, leaning past William. Her concern only made things worse, guilt twisting your stomach into knots, but you managed a weak smile.
"Y-yeah, just a little jumpy from the movie," you whispered back. She nodded and returned her attention to the screen.
As the action movie played on, your heart raced for entirely different reasons. William's hand rested on your thigh like a coiled snake, waiting to strike. The feel of his skin against yours made you shudder, but you couldn't escape it. Your mother sat beside you, blissfully unaware. Vanessa's attention was focused on the movie as well. You were trapped.
William's hand moved higher, brushing the hem of your skirt. You held your breath, praying for the movie to end, for some kind of miracle to save you.
"Hey," Vanessa said suddenly, leaning over her father to address you. "Do you want some popcorn or something?"
William's hand retreated at once, like a guilty child caught in the act. You exhaled, grateful for the reprieve. "Oh, right," you whispered, your voice a little shaky. "I’ll have the usual."
"Oh, could you get me a soda?” your mother asked, and Vanessa nodded.
“I could come along,” you offered, stirring to get up. Beside you, William tensed, as if he hadn’t anticipated your action. For a moment, you thought you could escape your stepfather’s advances. Bonding with your stepsister seemed like a much better alternative than staying here and being subjected to this – and all the temptation it brought along with it.
But Vanessa cut your luck down, shaking her head as she moved away. “No, I have this,” she said, smiling kindly. “You just keep enjoying the movie, sis,” and your heart plummeted in your chest.
She was gone before you could get up to follow, and as soon as she left to fetch the snacks, William's hand returned to your thigh, creeping beneath your skirt with a newfound boldness.
"Amazing stunt work in this film, don’t you agree?" he commented casually, striking up a conversation with your mother while his fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of your panties. You clenched your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him, but it only seemed to spur him on.
"Truly incredible," your mother agreed, completely engrossed in the on-screen action. Her obliviousness drove a spike of fear through your chest.
You tried to focus on the explosions and fight scenes, but every stroke of his fingers against your panties sent electric jolts through your body. He was relentless, smirking as you squirmed in your seat. Your breath hitched, and you prayed no one could hear you over the cacophony of sound from the movie.
"Is everything okay, dear?" your mother asked, finally taking notice of your discomfort.
"Y-yeah," you lied, desperate to keep your secret. "I think I need to, you know… visit the er…”
She nodded in understanding, finally allowing you a chance to get up. William’s hand slipped from between your legs just in time for your mom to notice. You caught sight of the way he wiped his fingers past his pants, not in a way that showed disgust but rather like he wanted to keep it as a treasure.
Startled by the action, you stared down at him. Vanessa returned just in time, her hands full of popcorn and soda. You excused yourself and rushed past them, taking your time in the bathroom and splashing your face with cold water before you returned. As the seat next to Vanessa was empty, you decided to sit next to her, avoiding direct contact with your stepdad.
As the movie continued, your mind raced with a thousand questions. It had become obvious that your stepdad was becoming bold, making moves on you while your mother was there. You realized you were lucky. How much further would he have gone if you hadn't changed seats?
That thought sent a whole new shiver down your spine. Because...how much further would he take things?
During the remainder of the movie, you felt his intense eyes upon you. His pleasant conversation with your mom had ceased. And you smiled as you enjoyed your snack.
Let him gawk and be pissed, you thought. You wouldn’t be an easy lay. The old man would have to try harder if he wanted to get his hands on you again.
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WILLIAM AFTON Fics (Specifically the Stepdad Ones)
Whoohoo lovelies, I've been getting some questions about William Afton so here are a few quick links:
Here is my masterlist with all the FNAF ones, including stepdad x reader, but also non-stepdad ones. (It is actually a Tumblr Page so might not work as well on your phone.)
If you want more Lillard Stepfamily fics there's also a page here to include stepbrother Stu Macher, and a Stu and William below that.
Just a quick reminder these are mostly just drabbles and not necessarily related. So...
You can choose your own path♡︎
@tylerxrbtwhp You wanted a few in order :) Bon appetit:
It could start here:
~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut.
~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”, [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean.
~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William.
~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby.
~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you're eating dinner.
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Stepdad! William Afton x (f) Reader: New Year ( Warnings: Smut)
AN: Happy New Year to all my followers and all you WilliamAfton / SteveRaglan / MatthewLillard Fanbunnies. Here’s a little drabble that fits inside the stepdad AU universe.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Talk about adultery/secrecy/taboo relationship, mouth on v, p in v, unprotected s*x, threats of stepdaddy wanting to keep you with him.
The soft glow of fairy lights illuminated the room as you sat at your desk, pen in hand, diligently writing in your diary. The New Year had just begun, and with it came a sense of renewal, of change. You couldn't help but wonder what this new period in your life would bring—new experiences, new people, or perhaps a different side to those already in your life.
The door creaked open, and without looking up, you knew it was him—your stepdad, William. He entered quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. You didn't move, not even when he approached and placed a warm, strong hand on your shoulder.
"Enjoying the peace and quiet after all that partying?" he asked, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey.
"Definitely," you replied, setting your pen down. "Vanessa and Mike really went overboard with the drinking, huh?"
William chuckled, his fingers starting to trace slow circles on your shoulders, drifting lower with each pass. "Yeah, they were both pretty hungover the next day. Serves them right for turning our living room into a war zone."
You shivered at the sensation of his touch, but continued the conversation. "I guess it was a memorable way to start the year." Your thoughts betrayed you, wondering if William's presence in your room held some hidden meaning, some unspoken desire.
"Memorable indeed," he murmured, his hands now dangerously close to the curve of your breasts.
The heavy thud of your diary closing echoed through the dimly lit room. William's blue eyes locked onto yours, a shadowy look lurking in their depths. He leaned in, his breath hot and hushed against your ear.
"Your mother is doubting our wedding," he whispered, his voice laced with bitterness. "She's talking about divorce. She suspects I've been fucking her darling daughter."
Your heart clenched at the words, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. You scowled at him, the unfairness of it all surging within you. It was he who had started this twisted game, manipulating you into secrecy. You would never want to hurt your mother this way. You’d never have allowed a married man to touch you if he hadn’t been living in the same house, under the same roof, manipulating you into this with every breath you took.
"And did you tell her the truth?” you hissed, accusingly. “Did you tell her how often you fuck her little girl?” You used those words on purpose, as William loved to remind you of how much younger and weaker you were compared to him. Nothing more but a little girl that needed to be put in her place. Whether you’d been bratty or not.
A low growl escaped his lips as he grabbed your wrist, flipping you over the desk without a moment's hesitation. Your body tensed, adrenaline rushing through your veins. He pushed your pants aside with rough fingers, and then… he surprised you.
His beard tickling your skin as he lowered his mouth to you.
"Dad!" you gasped, but it was too late. His tongue traced patterns on your most sensitive flesh, teasing you mercilessly. A shudder ran down your spine, the pleasure building up inside, threatening to explode.
The tip of the tongue dipped in. He slurped and sucked and suckled on your nub until you writhed in pleasure. But a strong hand kept you pushed down, your chest against the desk, your diary trapped underneath your tummy.
"Remember who's in charge here," he murmured against you, his voice dark with desire. The air from his lips tickled your wet folds. You felt a shiver run down your spine, felt your walls pulse helplessly with pleasure.
He always managed to do this to you. The strong hand kept pushing you down, giving you no room to move away from the onslaught of his mouth. His lips, his tongue, his beard – he was driving you insane. This must be the reason your mom invited him into her life, you thought through the haze. He was so good in giving you pleasure, that you’d forget whether you had said yes or no or had allowed him in. The sensation of his beard brushing against you only heightened the intensity, pushing you closer to the edge. You were seeing stars.
And then his lips were gone.
"Please," you whimpered, your voice wavering. "Daddy, please." The word felt strange on your tongue, but there was no denying the thrill it sent through you. William's eyes darkened with lust as he flipped you over, onto your back, and positioned himself between your legs.
"Remember, you are my little girl too now," he growled before thrusting inside without warning. The intensity of it left you gasping for breath, fingers digging into the edge of the desk. His movements were rough and hungry, leaving you with an overwhelming sense of both fear and pleasure.
His cock was stretching you impossibly wide, your vaginal walls pulsed around him in an effort to fit him in. Slick lubed him all the way, dripping down and even coating his balls that were heavy and tightened with each thrust, ready to burst.
"Harder," you managed to choke out, driven by a need you couldn't quite comprehend. He obliged, his grip on your hips bruising and unyielding. Your thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, torn between desire for William and guilt over betraying your mother.
"Mine," he snarled, his eyes locked onto yours as he drove into you with brutal force. The desk squeaked and thudded against the wall, the papers that had been laying upon it fell to the floor, your phone tumbled over the edge. The word echoed in your mind, pulsing with each pounding heartbeat. You belonged to him, body and soul, and there was something undeniably intoxicating about that fact.
As the coil within you tightened, desperation clawed at your chest. "Oh, Dad, I'm—"
"Say it," he demanded, his voice harsh and unforgiving.
"Daddy," you whispered, barely audible. “I’m gonna come on your cock.” And with that final submission, you shattered beneath him, your climax crashing over you in waves. It took him a few more firm thrusts but he followed soon after, his release hot and possessive inside you.
You bit your lip after catching your breath, listening to the low pants of your stepdad as he too got down from his high. You watched as he ran a hand through his wispy hair, grey locks betraying how much older he was compared to you. Not that you minded. You thought the age had added a spark to him – like fine wine.
Withdrawing from your trembling body and leaving a trail of lukewarm cum on the inside of your thigh, William reached down, sliding your diary from underneath you. He flipped it open, his eyes scanning the pages. The thin-lipped serious expression he wore slowly was replaced by a predatory smirk. As he read, his smile only grew wider, more satisfied.
"Look at this," he murmured, his fingers tracing over your words. "You write you can’t wait for us to fuck. So eager during the day, waiting for your mom to go away so Daddy can have his fucking fun on the playground.”
A low groan, an indication of what your words did to him. You knew exactly which parts he was reading. The entries where you described how your body had started to adjust to him. How it felt when he had you warm his cock. How happy you were when he made you cum afterward. How your feelings for him had started to change. Whatever they had been in the beginning, they had been fully replaced with an unadulterated love for him.
His blue eyes met yours, the smirk never leaving his face. “You like it when I fuck you, sweetheart. How sweet. It even says you claim to have fallen in love with me."
He closed the diary, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The contrast between his earlier violence and this tender gesture left you reeling. He helped you up into a sitting position before he turned away from you, adjusting his pants and making sure he looked presentable again.
"I'll find a way to keep you with me," he promised, his voice low and dangerous.
You knew you should have been terrified, but all you could feel was that strange, dark thrill deep within your core. William Afton had claimed you, and there was no going back.
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If you like this kind of filth, I have a lot more of Stepdad!Afton x Reader and more coming up.
I also write for other interesting bad men such as slasher characters.
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I’ll post some quick links below to other works. My prompt box is still open, but I will be heading into the hospital at the end of December and depending on my treatment, I might have to close it in the near future. But I’ll keep you up to date :)
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(f) Reader sends accidental Pic to Stepdad William Afton [ Explicit/SMUT]
Fandom: FNAF Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Non-con/Dub-con, First Time, Reader loses Virginity to stepdad, Stepdad teaching Stepdaughter Reader a lesson, age difference, forbidden relationship, height difference, infidelity, name-calling, Dark!William. All characters are mature in this.
NOTE: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe.
As a reaction to this prompt:
Reader sends accidental Pic to Stepdad William Afton
The phone buzzed in your hand, a chilling reply displayed on the screen.
I'm coming home.
Panic surged through you like a tidal wave and you had to double-check the sender. But no, it was right there. Dad.
But why was your stepdad coming home, right now, when he was supposed to be working?
As you slowly scrolled the page up, thumb trembling, you came eye to eye with the picture you had intended to send to your crush.
Nothing wrong with it, was there? Most of your friends have done this. They’d encouraged you. Just take a picture with nothing on, send it to the guy you want to be dating, and voila.
But here, something had gone horribly wrong.
Because that intimate picture had been sent to William Afton, your mother’s husband, and since a few years your new dad.
Good lord, how had you made such a slip-up? Running your hands through your hair, you paced the room. Your stepdad was a strict man, not at all pleased when you announced you wanted to start dating. Very discouraging actually.
Boys were strictly forbidden, according to him anyway. But you were a girl with hormones raging and you’d met a nice bloke at your college. Plus, your friends had pushed you to do something like this. Just sent him a sexy pic. Not that you had shown all. But still.
It wasn’t something you wanted your stepdad to see.
Looking at your own picture one more time, you felt embarrassed. You looked good in it, your absolute best. Very seductive. A very revealing pic.
You were so going to get it now.
No way your stepdad was going to let you live this down. You instantly flicked your finger over the picture, deleting it. You weren’t in the mood to send it to the right guy any longer, only felt trepidation now that your stepdad could be home any moment.
He worked at the pizza plex nearby and was one of the managers. He could go wherever and whenever he wanted, and he had a really fancy car as well.
The sound of tires screeching signaled he had arrived sooner than you had anticipated. You had run out of time. Your heart raced and you clenched your fists, unsure of how to explain yourself. Casting a glance at your mirror – you were dressed in your unflattering comfy clothes – you mentally prepared to face your stepdad.
His car roared into the driveway, and then you heard the front door slam shut.
"Where are you?" William's voice boomed throughout the house.
"Upstairs!" you called out, trembling in fear. The sound of his heavy footsteps grew louder as he ascended the stairs. He was tall and very intimidating on a good day. You didn’t want to know how he would be on a bad one. But it seemed like you were about to find out.
He burst into your room, face flushed with anger and confusion. "What the hell were you thinking, sending those pictures?"
"William, I... I didn't mean—" you stammered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“When did I give you permission to use my full name?” William sneered, anger radiated off him in full waves. He pushed the aviator glasses back on his nose with an agitated growl. “I am still your dad, step or not. Address me respectfully.”
You hardly dared to look at him as you complied. “Yes, Daddy,” voice now soft as you glanced at the floor in shame. Yet, there was that little voice in the back of your mind, wondering what he had thought when he had seen your pictures. You looked like your mom – everybody had always said so. Had he thought you attractive?
Slowly, your eyes slid higher, from the floor to his feet and upward, past his shins and to the obvious outline of his cock in his pants. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, when you realized that your pictures at least must have had some effect on him.
You got your stepdad hard.
You quickly looked up at his face. The thin lines around his eyes betrayed his sternness, the corners of his mouth had dipped into a displeased frown.
"Did you even think about the consequences?" he snapped, his blue eyes blazing with rage.
"Let me explain," you pleaded, your voice barely audible. The weight of his accusations hung heavy in the air.
"Explain what? That you've been sleeping around and sending pictures to your boyfriends?!" William's tone was laced with venom, his words cutting deep.
"Dad, I'm not dating anyone," you stammered, feeling a hot flush creep up your cheeks. "I just... I wanted to send them to someone I have a crush on. He asked for them."
"Christ," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you even realize what could happen if you do something so reckless?"
His question hung in the air, unanswered. You didn't know what to say, feeling small and humiliated.
"Think about it," he continued, his voice cold as ice. "Your pictures could end up all over the internet, with no way to get them back. And worse, that boy might want to fuck you."
As he spoke, he began unbuckling his belt, using his foot to kick your door shut. Your eyes grew wide, surprised by the suddenness of his actions. What was going on? Your body froze as you watched him, kicking off his shoes, unable to process what was happening.
Was this really the man who had been a part of your family for so long?
“It’s a good thing your mom doesn’t know what whorish behavior her daughter has been up to, because I swear, she would have gotten a heart attack.”
You stumbled backward, calves hitting the edge of your bed which made you glance shortly over your shoulder. There was nowhere to go any longer.
“Now, if you just do as I say, then we can keep this quiet,” William said, eyes gleaming behind his glasses. His pants fell to the floor and he kicked them off, leaving him in just his disheveled blouse and his socks.
His cock, long and thick, peeked out from between the edges of his blouse, the head an angry red and slit already weeping pre-cum. A mouthwatering sight, a man well-endowed. You could have enjoyed it, had he been anyone but your stepdad.
"Dad, please," you whispered, but your voice was drowned out by your own racing thoughts. It suddenly became very clear what his intentions were. You couldn’t just stand and watch. Your body kicked into action, and suddenly you found yourself bolting toward the door.
But before you could escape, William's strong hand gripped your arm, stopping you dead in your tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, his eyes dark with anger and something else. A deep raw hunger. Lust. You instantly knew there was no escaping the consequences of your actions.
But you were going to try.
You struggled in his grip. “Dad, William, no!” You cried out, as you tried to escape his grip. But his arm circled around you and you heard his breathing heavy and excited in your ear. You felt his chest, hot and hard, against your back. His cock pressed against the small of your back, the pre-cum staining the fabric of your shirt. Run, a voice inside your head screamed. But he was too strong.
Struggling, you felt him drag you back to your bed, so full of childhood memories. Always your personal safe little spot. And now? Now he threw you upon it without ceremony, crawling over you before you had the chance to get up.
You knew what he wanted to do to you. You could see it in those blue eyes, gleaming behind his glasses, pupils diluted with perverse intent. Could you ever look him in the eye again after this?
“Dad, please, think of Mom,” you tried to reason with him. But strong hands pried your legs open without hesitation, palms rough upon your knees, your thighs trembling as you tried to push him away.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice shaky and uncertain. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Surely he wouldn’t pop your cherry? Surely, he’d back down, laugh, and tell you he only had done it all to frighten you?
He leaned backward, trapping you to your bed with only his hips. Rising to his full height, he pushed his glasses back up his nose with a smirk, eyes roaming over your helpless figure underneath him.
“Oh, I think you know what I’m doing,” was all he said before two large fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants, tugging them down along with your panties, just enough to expose your cunt. Your breath halted as you looked at him in fear. He wouldn’t, would he?
“Dad,” you started, voice choked. “This is wrong. You can’t just-”
But you froze when you felt your stepdad’s long cock rub past your entrance, the tip dipping in and stretching your walls wide. He hunched over you, a grin plastered on his face while his eyes glinted. He brought his lips near your ear, hot breath flickering past your skin.
"I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he murmured. You felt his fingers guide his cock, the fingertips pressing against your labia. Then, without a warning, he pushed himself inside in one firm thrust.
You threw your head back, back arched, and legs spasming. A loud cry was torn from your lips.
That fucking hurt.
Your stepdad was too large to be inserted in one go. Tears brimmed in your eyes while you brought your hands up to grab his shoulders, but he pushed them down and trapped them at either side of you.
“Take it,” you heard your stepdad growl through gritted teeth. “You wanted to tease some poor bloke, didn’t you? Then take what he has to offer you.”
His hips moved harshly, but it was just a few thrusts before he came to a halt. Your pussy throbbed painfully, desperately trying to adjust.
Through the tears, you managed to look up at him. William had raised a brow, looking at you as if he were studying your reactions while his hips gently started to move against yours again. You heard sickening slick sounds coming from where your bodies joined.
Experimentally, he moved his hips, and you arched your back again, fingers curling onto the mattress as you threw your head from side to side.
“Take it out,” you pleaded, “Please, Dad, take it out.” Soft mewls fell from your lips, it was pathetic. But you were in so much pain right now, split upon his cock. It was like he was tearing you apart. “It’s too much.”
You’d fantasized about cocks before, your mind wasn’t that innocent. But you’d never had a real one inside your cunt before and this – your stepdad’s cock – was just too large. The way it stretched your vaginal walls was painful, your pussy throbbing desperately around his shaft to try and adjust. But he kept moving his hips, making it harder to get used to the feel of him.
The head of his cock hit you deep, nudging against a part of you that you didn’t know existed. You shuddered on his shaft, taking deep breaths as your stepfather kept pumping his hips.
“You surprise me,” you heard the roughness in his voice, as if he was thirsting for something. “You're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Like fucking a virgin.”
Something in his blue eyes flickered and you bit back another pained gasp. “Fuck, you feel so good."
Another deep thrust moved you up the bed. You tried to get a grip on the sheets, the blankets – just anything, but your dad kept pushing your hands down, pinning them at your sides. Once you relented and left them there, fingers digging into the soft material of your bedding, he finally placed his arms around your head.
“That’s better, sweet girl of mine,” William’s low voice hummed. “You’re starting to adjust to my cock. I can feel it.”
Wet noises confirmed that he was still stretching your cunt, but also, that you were wet enough for him to easily slide in and out of.
“Please,” you begged, voice sounding weak, but you had to try.
Your body trembled, muscles being stretched into positions they had never been stretched before. You felt how your chest was trapped to his own, how it became hard to breathe while his cock still pushed deep inside your sensitive core.
The pain slowly began to ebb away, your legs slowly started to relax now that they got used to being pushed this far aside. Your stepdad was a large man, both in height and width as in girth, and you had to spread your legs really wide for him to fit in between. But you managed.
“I don’t want this, Daddy,” you weakly said. And you felt weak. Perhaps that was the worst of it. Not his large cock splitting you open and tearing you in half. But the fact that you wanted to appear strong, and yet your voice sounded so small and tears were threatening to fall from your eyes.
Your stepdad glanced down at you and gave another thrust. “You don’t want this, sweetheart? You’d think those boys would care if it hurt or not?”
You flinched at the harshness in his voice. As if to punctuate his words, your stepdad moved his hips in a rather sharp thrust, hitting that spot deep inside with such ferocity that it made you flinch in pain. You groaned, gritting your teeth in order not to cry out.
Something in William’s eyes flickered, recognition at what he’d done to you, and then, he did it once more, chuckling as you clearly put in effort to keep from gasping in pain.
“This is how real men fuck. If you can’t handle it, you shouldn’t send out invitations,” his words were rough and mean, and his cock dipped in even deeper inside of you, stirring your innards, making you see starts. You sincerely regretted ever having even taken such photos, let alone sending them to your stepfather.
His thrusts grew bolder, harsher. His cock was buried to the hilt as he folded you over, drawing your knees up to your chest while his hands slipped under your shirt. You felt rough fingers grasp the soft flesh of your breasts, squeezing them painfully in a tight grip that made it impossible to keep from crying out.
“That’s it, baby girl,” William spat, “When I squeeze you I feel you clench down on my cock.” Another firm squeeze of your breasts and you became aware that he was right. Your pussy clamped down on his cock firmly, as if it wanted him inside. You let out another gasp. A denial might have escaped your lips, but if there had been a quiet ‘no’ then it was denied by your stepdad anyway. He thought he was right, and apparently, he didn’t care a dime about your feelings in any of this. He was just using you for his pleasure now, nothing more.
His hips moved a little slower now while he grunted, his hands stilled on your breasts. “Let’s get rid of that,” you heard him say as he tutted his lips. His fingers grazed at the fabric of your shirt. “I’ve already seen it all on the picture anyway.”
With two strong hands, he tore at the shirt, lifting it over your chest until he left your breasts exposed.
A whistle escaped his teeth.
“Well, would you look at that,” then he leaned over you again, his breath hot on your skin. “They look even better than on the screen.”
And then his mouth was upon them. His lips circled a nipple, sucking and suckling while the other one was assaulted by his thumb. You gasped and arched under his touch, glad that his hips had stilled, but still trapped under his weight – his cock snuggly all the way inside your tiny cunt.
He was working his lips on you, suckling and nibbling on your sensitive nipples until it made you gasp. You felt how your body betrayed you. How pain from the initial intrusion and the hard fuck started to morph into something else.
Your pussy started to pulse around his cock, not in pain or in an attempt to adjust. No, your body was drawing him in, starting to milk him for pleasure. Liquid started gushing down his shaft, easing the way for him as your body started to thrum. Your nerves started to tingle, a hot coil formed in your core. Each pinch, each nibble, each suck and each bite set your body on fire. Your core throbbed.
Your stepdad was really skilled with his mouth. The hairs of his bread tickled your skin and heightened the sensations.
And then he started to move his hips again.
William’s lips left your breasts but his hands lingered. Dark eyes – the blue now a deep black – stared at you through his aviator glasses. His hips moved forcefully against your own, but the pain had now fully morphed into pleasure.
“That slides a lot better now,” your stepdad drily commented, moving his hips expertly against your own while you felt his cockhead bump against something soft deep inside of you. The sensation had you mewling.
“Always knew you were a tease,” his cock thrust deep, tearing another moan from your lips, “from the very start,” thrust, “Just another whore begging to be fucked.” Thrust. “Want to be Daddy’s good girl?” Thrust. “More like Daddy’s good whore.” Thrust. “But you have impressed me, sweetheart.”
A thumb gently brushed past your clavicle and, at feeling the sensation, your eyes looked up to search for his. The sight you met was that of a demon possessed by lust. Darkness shielded his emotions, making him look all the more fearful to you.
“Never thought I’d get to fuck my virgin daughter.”
And with that said, William gritted his teeth and started to pick up the pace. His fingers dug into your hips as he held you in place, his cock repeatedly battering so deep inside of you that you were starting to feel sore. Globs of pre-cum softened your cervix as he pressed forth, the head of his cock hitting the entrance to your womb at a punishing pace, again and again, until you gasped in both pleasure and pain. A perfect combination, for your eyes fell shut as your body worked towards an orgasm.
Your pussy tightened around your stepdad’s cock, your toes curled and your fingers dug into your bed. William’s hands were tight upon your hips, leaving bruises where his fingers dug into your skin as he rutted you like an animal in heat.
And then you came. A blissful feeling. Like a volcano that erupted inside and made you see all the stars in the galaxy. The feeling overwhelmed you. Your entire body shook and trembled, your pussy milked your stepdad’s cock for all you were worth, nearly sending him over the edge. But he had control. With gritted teeth, he worked you through your orgasm until the stars you saw started to disappear and you slowly came down from your high,
You came back to earth again feeling your stepdad’s fingers tightly on your skin, hearing his rough grunts, and feeling the force of his harsh thrusts. He was getting near. Even as inexperienced as you were, you could tell.
Your eyes opened wide. Not only was your pussy overly sensitive right now – your body begging him to stop – but this was also your first time having sex. Ever. And you weren’t on any birth control.
And your stepdad should not come inside of you.
“N-Not inside,” you managed to beg, although it took a lot of you to be able to speak after having reached such bliss only moments before.
For a moment you feared that William hadn’t heard you or wouldn’t listen. But then, after two more firm thrusts, your stepdad withdrew and you let out a loud sigh.
Relieved, you smiled up at him and watched as he sat back on his knees. His glistening erection was an angry red, the head throbbing against his own belly. Slick stuck to his shaft, coating it, creating strings of yellowish white tinted with red that caught to the hairs on his stomach.
William seemed to catch his breath as he ran a hand through his wispy hair.
You wanted to thank him for not coming inside of you, for being considerate, but the moment you parted your lips to speak, he hovered above you again. His lips turned into a devilish grin, spelling doom and confusing you because – what was he up to?
“Daddy hasn’t come yet,” he ominously rasped. You loved the way his voice sounded, so deep and hoarse. It sent another spark of arousal through you. You wondered how he was going to finish, whether he’d come on your stomach or ask you to put your lips around him and swallow his load.
But then you felt his hands on your knees, pushing them apart once more. You reached up a hand, “Dad, no!” but it was too late.
He plunged his cock back in while he hooked a hand underneath your leg, pulling it upward, meeting your hips at a different angle this time as he started thrusting without hesitation.
He curled over you, his cockhead once again beating your cervix, sending a fresh bout of tears to your eyes because it felt so good but you were oh-so-sensitive down there. You gritted your teeth, completely helpless, and left at his mercy as he fucked the living daylights out of your already sore and tired body.
“Didn’t I say I was going to teach you a lesson, pretty girl?” You heard his low voice rasp as your stepdad pressed his forehead against your own. You felt his sweaty skin against yours, felt how your sore pussy clamped down on his cock as if your body wasn’t eager to ever let him go.
“Perhaps Daddy doesn’t want to come outside,” he grunted, his large hand upon your right breast, squeezing it. And despite having already cum, your pussy reacted accordingly and clamped down like a vice. It was becoming hard to breathe now, your body was overstimulated, your core sore. But William wouldn’t stop as he worked himself toward his own bliss.
“If I want to fucking come inside of you, then I will. Part of the lesson, kiddo. I don’t fucking care if you were a virgin ten minutes ago, or if you were saving yourself for some fucking dim-witted boy. You fucking got yours now, and you’d better keep everything that Daddy has to give you. Because… here it comes.”
The last few words were all punctuated by firm thrusts, and then your stepdad groaned and rolled his eyes back as his body stilled. His hands were still firmly upon you, keeping you pinned down, whilst hotness flooded your womb and covered your insides like hot burning liquid.
You let out a silent sob, feeling certain that William held you pressed down to the mattress on purpose, keeping you pinned underneath him until he was done pumping his semen inside of your womb. When he finally retreated, his cock slipping out of you, still half-hard but already softening, you let out a sigh of relief.
Yet, your pussy fluttered around nothing, suddenly feeling empty. You started to feel drowsy, body content after the heavy fucking, heart overruling your mind. You groaned and waited to see your stepdad put himself back inside his pants before you slowly sat up.
It felt awkward and painful between your legs, making it hard to move. A thick trace of cum and blood filled the bed, pooling from your sensitive cunt to the sheets. You looked at it in disdain, wrinkling your nose as you realized that this was all done by your stepfather.
Your stepdad had ruined your cunt, taking your virginity and coming inside unasked.
You glowered angrily at him only to meet his gaze, eyes cold. He took the challenge head-on and set himself down next to you, on the edge of your bed.
“Any boy would have done that,” he said, voice low but calm. His hand hovered in the air between you, almost as if waiting for permission, and when you didn’t recoil he placed it gently on top of your bare thigh.
“I did you a favor. And I suppose, a thank you would be in place.”
Was he serious? You looked at him, core throbbing painfully after the sex. After having fucked you so carelessly, he now expected that you would thank him for it?
But then you saw that darkness in his eyes and knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of this one. This was your stepdad, you were living under his roof, eating his food, dancing to his tunes – and you would be for quite a while to come, economic crises made sure of that. It just seemed the music had changed and you were no longer in the children’s disco.
And so you hung your head. A soft whisper fell from your lips, but you could tell he had heard you by the grin that slipped onto his. “Thank you for teaching me a lesson, Daddy.”
His big hand gently squeezed your thigh, skin warm and soft.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” his hand then left your leg until his fingers gently tucked your chin up, carefully making you meet his eyes.
“I just want you to know that although I am not your biological dad, I am your family now. And as your stepdad, I will always be here for you to help you. You need anything from Daddy, just ask. Don’t tease it out of me.”
You almost felt ashamed at this point, and had to remind yourself that you did not send him that picture to tease him. It had truly been an accident. Had he interpreted it the wrong way? Did he think you had wanted him to do this? Was it your fault?
“The world out there’s a nasty place, with nasty, vile men. And what job is it but a Dad’s job to prepare his gorgeous daughter for that world? So that’s what I’m here to do. Help you, guide you, teach you all you need to know.”
It could have been sweet, had his voice not lowered and his intentions not so thin-veiled with lust.
“Just ask. I have many more lessons to teach you.”
Your mouth turned dry at the silent promise that he would fuck you some more – and all the trouble that could come out of it if your mom ever found out.
What else could you say?
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He smiled.
“Any time, darling. Any time.”
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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Pregnant" Mature/Drabble [1]
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE
Summary: Imagine: Your mom is pregnant and tells you the 'joyful' news. She doesn't know you carry a child from your stepdad as well. Only, you are not allowed to share the news with anyone.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present.
Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean.
"Come join us at the table, dear," your mom called out to you, her voice brimming with excitement. You reluctantly took a seat, forcing a smile onto your face as she presented a sonogram in front of you. William, your stepdad, stood nearby, his involvement in all this clear by the proud look on his face.
The sight of the sonogram made your stomach churn. No, all but that, you silently pleaded. But the picture was still there. No lie in it.
An unborn child, a baby, already very much formed, sucking its thumb, stared back at you. She wasn’t just pregnant, she must have been for a while. It explained why she started to eat more and had gained weight. You should have noticed. Fighting back the nausea threatening to overwhelm you, you continued to feign happiness for your mom and stepdad's sake.
"Can you believe it?" your mom gushed. "You're finally going to have a sibling! I've wanted to give you a brother or sister for so long, but I never had the chance. And now that I'm getting older, I thought it might be too late. But it's like a Christmas miracle!" She laughed, lost in her joy. "I swear it must have happened on Christmas Eve."
You tried to stomach the details, politely listening while feeling sick to your core. Your eyes searched William's face for any sign of guilt, but he only looked back at you impassively, raising his fingers to his lips in a hushing gesture. Christmas Eve. A miracle indeed, you thought. You remembered the evening well, how William came to your room before going back to your mother. You forced another smile, wishing the conversation could end.
"Mom, Dad, I'm really happy for you both," you managed to choke out, hoping your words sounded genuine. And you would have been, if not for your stepdad constantly putting his cock inside of you behind your mom’s back. You felt guilty and dirty and quite frankly, you felt like a cheap toy to him. Yet, you had grown to love his touches. You craved him.
William Afton had become a need in your life.
And so you would have been happy for your mom if she had married any other man than your stepfather.
"Congratulations, Mom," you whispered, wrapping your arms around her in a tight embrace. You could tell she appreciated the gesture, and for a moment you thought you could fake your way through this. William be damned. He couldn’t break the bond between mother and daughter. Not with his manipulative games, not with his secrets, and not with his control over you. But then, the traitorous nauseating churn in your stomach grew stronger as she clung to you, her joy infectious yet painful for you to witness.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said, pulling back and beaming at you. Your vision blurred, the nausea intensifying until it was unbearable. "I'm just so –"
"Excuse me," you interrupted, clamping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the table, but it was too late. The contents of your stomach spilled out, splattering across the table in a vile mess.
"Are you okay?" your mom asked, concern etched into her face. "You've been unwell a lot recently."
"Sorry, I'm fine," you lied once the heaving finally stopped, cheeks burning with shame as you grabbed tissues from the counter and started cleaning up the mess. You couldn't let her know the truth. William would kill you if you told her.
"Maybe you should see a doctor soon," your mom suggested, glancing at William for support. "Don't you think that's a good idea?"
He nodded, his arms crossed and expression stoic. "Yes, it might be best."
"Thanks for worrying, Mom," you mumbled, your heart thudding in your chest as you wiped away the last traces of vomit. "I promise I'll make an appointment."
"Good," she said, relief flickering in her eyes. "I just want you to be healthy and happy."
"Me too," you whispered, forcing a smile.
With a final swipe, you finished cleaning your mess and rushed past William to throw the dirty tissues in the trash. "Congratulations on becoming a dad again," you said, trying to sound sincere.
"Thank you," he responded with a nasty grin, his voice dripping with malice. "I've always wanted more kids."
His words twisted like a knife in your gut as you retreated to the living room. Your mom beckoned William over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come sit with me, let's think of names for our little miracle."
You watched them for a little while, your heart heavy with sadness, feeling more alone than ever. Why was your stepdad this way, you wondered?
Unable to bear it any longer, you fled to your room, closing the door a bit too loudly behind you. Frustration bubbled up inside you, threatening to explode. You groaned and threw yourself onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as you cried out in despair.
"Damn you, William," you choked between sobs, placing a trembling hand on your stomach. "How could you do this to me? How could you do this to my mom? You knew it, you knew all along that something like this could happen and yet -"
You bit your lip and never finished that sentence. Instead, you pulled a yellowing pregnancy test from beneath your pillow – two purple lines stared back, cold and unyielding, a stark reminder of your fate.
The memory of William barging into your room, a smug grin plastered on his face, came rushing back. He had casually tossed you the pregnancy test, demanding that you take it immediately.
"Go on," he'd sneered, "make sure you get it right."
“I’m not pregnant,” you had said boldly. It was what you had hoped, after all. A baby would complicate so many things. It sounded like a nightmare, not a dream. Not like this.
You recalled the humiliation and fear as he forced you to go to the bathroom, standing by your side like a perverse sentinel as you peed on the stick. His eyes never left you, a twisted fascination in his gaze, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of being violated.
"Good girl," he'd said mockingly once you were done, the words dripping with malice. He’d celebrated the outcome of the test quite elaborately. “Let’s see if we can make it twins.” You felt dirty thinking back of it.
Now, staring down at the damning evidence in your hand, you thought about how you probably got pregnant around the same time as your mom. The realization churned your stomach, the sheer wrongness of it all making your head spin. Both of you, carrying this man's child – it was too much to bear.
"Fuck you, William," you whispered bitterly, clenching the pregnancy test tightly in your hand. Your breaths came in shallow and ragged as you tried to calm yourself, focusing on the sensation of the life growing inside you.
"Stay strong," you told yourself, trying to push away the dark thoughts swirling in your mind. "This baby... this baby is innocent. It’s his doing. He is trying to break this family apart."
A knock on the door startled you, and you quickly hid the stick beneath your pillow. Grabbing a book, you pretended to read, hoping to mask your tear-streaked face.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" your mom asked, stepping into the room. Her eyes scanned your face, noting the redness and damp trails on your cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart…I know it's a lot to take in," she said gently, "but I really want you to be happy for me."
You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to muster a smile. "Of course, Mom. I'm happy for you both."
"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and grateful. "And with me getting further along in my pregnancy, I'll probably need your help more around the house. Can I count on you? I think you’d be a wonderful big sister."
"Sure, Mom," you agreed, your voice barely audible. As you spoke, William appeared in the hallway, his chilling gaze locked onto yours. He wordlessly flashed two sonograms – one of your mom's baby, the other of your own – before placing a finger to his lips, warning you to stay silent. You had to be quiet; you knew that much.
"Of course, I'll help you, Mom," you reassured her, forcing a smile. "Because I am young and strong."
Her eyes softened, and she reached out to squeeze your hand. "Thank you, sweetheart," she murmured.
Suddenly, you felt a flutter within your belly – a small kick from the life growing inside you. Your eyes turned wide as you prayed no one had seen it. Your mom’s eyes were still soft and focused on your face. But your stepdad’s cold blues had darted down to your stomach.
As your mom left the room, William's sinister presence lingered in the doorway, then vanished.
How long could you keep this little life hidden?
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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Newborn" Mature/Drabble [3]
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE
Summary: Imagine: You just had your stepdad's baby and mom still isn't allowed to know.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present, Pregnant and Discovered (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William )
Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby.
The cold hospital air bit at your skin as your stepdad pushed the wheelchair, your weak body slumped in it. The weight of the newborn baby, a warm bundle in your arms, was both comforting and terrifying. Your mom rushed by your side, her eyes red from crying, still mourning the loss of her own unborn child just months ago. You know she should have been glad to have become a grandmom, but instead, she was disappointed.
"Look at you," William sneered, his blue eyes cold and unforgiving. "Such a young mom. Barely out of school and already bound for life.”
You tried to block out the sound of his insults. “A slut, that's what you are. Couldn't keep your legs closed, eh? Now we are stuck with this mess."
Your face burned with shame, but you clutched your baby tighter, refusing to let William's words affect you. You knew he liked to play dirty, twist things around to mess with people's minds. But this time, it felt too personal, too cruel.
“Thought of your poor mother? Thought it would be easy?” William continued, each word a sneer.
“Spreading your legs, that is easy,” he said as he had to halt for a moment to let someone pass. Then he pushed your wheelchair further through the hallways.
“But pushing the baby out. Now, that wasn’t so much fun, was it?”
You closed your eyes, biting back a sob. It had hurt so badly. And you were still smarting down below. That the bastard dared to make comments about it upset you greatly. But you also know he did it to try and please your mom. You knew how unhappy she was that you couldn’t name the father because you’d been ‘drunk’.
"Sweetheart, that is enough," your mother snapped, finally breaking her silence. She glared at William, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is my daughter we're talking about."
William held up his hands in mock surrender, but you could see the smirk on his face. He enjoyed pushing buttons, testing boundaries. It made him feel powerful, and you knew he wanted you to feel small, helpless.
"All right, all right," he said, guiding the wheelchair toward the car. And thank God you finally made it there. You couldn’t wait to be home in your own room and let things sink in.
"Let's get you two home," his voice still sounded harsh, but there was a gentler vibe underneath it now. You watched how your mother opened the front door and took her place in the passenger’s seat, while your stepdad opened the door for you and your baby.
The car door clicked open, and William's hand reached down to help you out of the wheelchair. It took every ounce of strength you had not to flinch as his fingers brushed against your arm. You held your newborn baby close, feeling his tiny body nestled in the crook of your elbow. He whimpered softly, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.
"Careful now," William said, his voice low and smooth like honey. "We don't want any accidents."
You bit your tongue, careful not to let your anger get the best of you as you heard William put your bag in the trunk and then slam the lid closed. You heard him wheel the wheelchair away.
As you settled into the backseat, cradling your sleeping baby, you couldn't help but wonder what life would be like now, living under the same roof as a man who reveled in cruelty. How could someone so dangerous, so manipulative, be a part of your family?
But as much as you feared him, you also knew that you had no choice but to rely on him. And deep down, a dark, twisted part of you couldn't help but be drawn to his power, his intensity, and the danger that seemed to surround him like a storm. Hadn’t you loved every single moment of his touches? Hadn’t you been an accomplice in all of this? Eagerly spread your legs, warmed his cock, accepted the fact that he would dump his seed inside your womb whenever he so much as desired?
Your stepdad slid behind the steering wheel and took a moment, then he placed his hand on top of your mom’s leg and cleared his throat. His blue eyes met yours in the rearview window. “Are you all comfy there?”
Numbly, you nodded, clutching your child close to your chest. Your mother sat quietly in the front seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Neither of them commented on the fact that you had decided to keep your baby in your arms rather than place him in the baby seat. You just weren’t ready to let him go yet.
The drive home was excruciatingly long, each passing minute stretching out like an eternity. The only sound came from the soft cries of your baby, his little fists balled up against his chest. Tentatively, you tried to feed him in the backseat, your hands shaking as you fumbled with your blouse. You already knew you weren’t a great fan of breastfeeding the little one – even though you had mentally prepped yourself for this task. Reality hurt like a bitch and wasn’t as easy as people made you think. But your mom had insisted that mother milk was the best, and of course, William had supported her in that. If they both wanted you to feed your child the natural way, there was no choice but to do it.
You closed your eyes when the baby’s jaw clenched around your nipple and bit your own lip to keep from making any sounds. The feeling was weird. You remembered the nurses in the hospital cooing how good a job you were doing and how happy they were the milk had started flowing so easily.
Easily. Yeah right.
"Take it slow," William advised from the driver's seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "He'll get the hang of it soon enough."
His words felt invasive, a sharp reminder that he was always watching, always waiting for the right moment to strike. Your heart raced, but you focused on nourishing your child, trying to ignore the presence of the man who'd made your life that much more difficult.
Upon arriving home, William escorted you and your baby to your room, his firm grip on your shoulders making it impossible to slip away. You walked slowly, but luckily your room wasn’t far. Once inside, you sat down on your desk chair, cradling your baby protectively as you watched William with wary eyes.
"Let me make us some tea," your mom said suddenly, forcing a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.
The door clicked shut, and William moved closer. Warily, you watched him approach. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as they met yours. Was he… crying?
"Show me his hands and feet," he whispered, his voice soft and tender like it had never been before.
Tentatively, you revealed your baby's tiny fingers and toes, holding your breath as William counted them one by one. "Ten little fingers, ten little toes," he murmured, his smile genuine. "Everything is there."
You couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. This was a side of William he hardly showed, a glimpse into the man he might have been if things were different. But you knew better than to let your guard down. With a man like William Afton, danger was always lurking just beneath the surface.
The weight of his gaze bore down on you, and for a moment, you almost forgot the cruel words he'd spat at you earlier. You studied his face, searching for any hint of deception, but all you found were real tears glistening in his eyes.
"You did so well, sweet girl," he said softly, kneeling down to your level. "I'm proud of you."
His hand reached out, hesitating for just a split second before caressing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. Your heart swelled in your chest, threatening to spill over as he spoke those words you'd been longing to hear.
“My good girl. Always my good girl,” he muttered before leaning up a bit to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, heart warm and full of adoration for the man who treated you this holrrible way. Yet, you couldn't help but feel for him.
In your arms, your baby cooed.
"Look at our son," William continued, his tone a mixture of pride and wonder. "He's perfect, just like his mother." The subtle ownership in his words sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his praise.
"You will name him Evan," William declared, his voice firm but gentle. He didn't leave room for disagreement, asserting his control even in this tender moment. You watched as he carefully touched Evan's little hands and feet, his fingers tracing their delicate contours with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a man like him.
"Let me hold him," he whispered, and you hesitated, torn between fear and hope. But something in his eyes compelled you to relent, and you placed Evan into his outstretched arms.
"Hello, Evan," he murmured, cradling the newborn against his chest. "I'm your father. But ssh,” he shushed, “That’ll be our little secret.”
You flinched but couldn’t get yourself to look away. The sight of William holding his own son was mesmerizing. So wrong and yet in so many ways also so right.
“I'll always be here for you and your mother. No one else needs to know."
In that instant, it was as if time stood still. Your breath hitched in your throat, your thoughts racing wildly. Could you trust him? Did you have a choice? Was there a chance, however small, that things could be different now?
But as you looked into William's eyes, you knew one thing for certain: he was a man of many faces, and the line between love and obsession was dangerously thin.
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First Dinner (Footsie?) Reader & Stepbrother Stu Macher & Stepdad William Afton [Mature, see warnings, no smut]
Summary: It's your first dinner at your new house. Time for a battle of feet underneath the table with your new stepbrother Stu. But did your stepdad just put his hand on your leg during prayer?
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !StepsisterReader Universe. Some overlap with the Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader drabbles.
For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepdad!William Afton fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other stepdad drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜
Rating: Mature due to themes, Warnings: Footsie under the table, Stepdad might have misplaced his hand. Religious William Afton. Can be interpreted as dark/dangerous William Afton. Note: Reader is approximately 17 in this fic and Stu 18. No smut, there are touches and tension.
Reader at table for dinner with William and Stu for the first time.
Warm yellow light fell upon the table, the meal looking as good as it always had. Which was quite the achievement as your mother had cooked in this strange, new kitchen for the first time.
“Well, everything’s ready,” she said with a bright smile.
You sat rigid in your chair, still getting used to the new house, the new furniture and the new customs that the men in this house seemed to hold onto. Your mom was to your left and your new dad to the right of you. Your stepbrother Stu was seated at the other side of the table.
The unfamiliar weight of William's gaze fell heavy upon you as he glanced around the table, making sure everyone was paying attention to him as he declared, "We pray before we partake."
So this was how it was going to go from now on then? Right.
You looked at your mother as she folded her hands and closed her eyes. Then your eyes drifted to Stu who had already done the same. You bowed your head and followed their lead, silently wondering why you hadn’t thought William to be a religious man in the first place. There was just something about him that had screamed ‘unholy’ ever since you’d met him. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on what that something was.
The sonorous timbre of William's recitation of ‘Our Lord's Prayer’ filled the room, a droning incantation. You listened to hear the variation in his words. The Catholic Lord’s Prayer, you noted, having heard different versions of the ‘Our Father’ over the years.
While you listened, a stealthy pressure appeared on your thigh, warm and insistent. The shape of a hand, hot and undeniable. The fingers resting upon the fabric of your clothes. Thank goodness you didn’t wear your shorts right now.
Your breath hitched, eyes squeezing tighter shut in a mix of fear and curiosity.
Judging by the size and the angle the hand came from, it could be none other than William’s hand. But why would your stepdad touch your leg?
As quickly as it had come, the hand moved up your leg and then disappeared again, leaving you confused and doubting whether what you had felt had been real. Only one way to find out though.
You peeped an eye open to see who at the table had dared to unclasp their hands, your gaze snapping to your stepfather as he was the main suspect.
But William sat with his hands folded, piously. His eyes seemed to be closed, though it was hard to tell behind those thick glasses.
"And lead us not into temptation," he continued, tone unflinching. It made his words feel all the more like a stab. As if you had somehow succumbed to the temptation of curiosity. While you could have sworn he had placed his hand on your lap. But… had you been imagining it?
Amen.
Relief washed briefly over you as the prayer ended, and the collective murmur of 'good meal' wishes echoed around the table.
While William launched into a monologue about his day at work, dissecting every minor occurrence with surgical precision, your mother was hanging onto his every word. You picked at your food, glad that the taste hadn’t changed and that at least that aspect of your life still felt familiar.
A sudden nudge against your foot startled you from the numbing drone of workplace politics. Heat blossomed on your cheeks when you realized it was Stu, mischief dancing in his blue eyes. Had you moved your legs too much into his space? This seating arrangement was still new to you and Stu was very tall. Surely he needed more space to put his legs with the height he had on him.
"Sorry," you murmured under your breath, almost instinctively, shrinking back into your seat. You felt as if you had intruded in his space and surely he mustn’t be thrilled to feel his stepsister’s feet blocking his own. Why else would he have nudged your feet with his?
Stu's voice, low and tinged with amusement, barely reached you. "Don't worry."
You retracted your legs, making sure they were neatly underneath your chair, aware of William’s glance in your direction. Stu had leaned over his food, feigning innocence in such a way that he indeed had you fooled. It must have been an accident, and it had probably been your fault as well.
Oh well, you still needed to get used to all of this. With cheeks red, you continued to eat. You listened to your mother’s laughter and William’s dry work-related tales.
You could have forgotten the embarrassing under-the-table incident, if Stu’s foot would not have returned. This time, clearly intentional. You glanced up at him to see him smirk playfully at you. His foot brushed over the back of yours, slowly inching up your ankle, and you glowered at him, a silent warning for him to shut it out.
A small chuckle escaped his lips and you could not help but shake your head as you tried to suppress a chuckle of your own. What was he doing? This was ridiculous!
Stu’s foot came to rest against yours, toes kissing toes. It was actually nice and warm to feel this part of him against you. The both of you continued eating like nothing under the table was amiss, casting each other glances every now and then while you ate. But your feet remained dormant, pressed against each other. Then, silence followed, and you heard William clear his throat.
"Stu, how was your day?" He inquired, his voice smooth like aged whiskey, edges just as sharp.
The feet underneath the table shot back to his own side and you felt like you could breathe again. Finally, Stu seemed to leave you alone. His game had ended.
"Fine," Stu replied, shrugging. "Hung out with friends."
"Good, good," William nodded, the benign smile plastered on his face failing to reach the frost in his gaze. "Just keep out of trouble, all right? School's not far off."
Oh-ho, there was something there, you could tell. Apparently, Stu wasn’t very serious about his schoolwork. Or he spent too much time with his friends. Whatever it was, it was clear his father had just given him a warning, and quite right. This was Stu’s last year and no doubt William wanted his son to graduate.
"Sure, Dad." Stu's nonchalance was a well-practiced art, the shrug of his broad shoulders a quiet rebellion. "I'll stay focused."
Underneath the table, his feet returned to your side and without a warning, your leg became a battleground. Stu's foot pressed against it, insistent, warm through the fabric of your clothes. You tensed, breath caught in the crossfire between annoyance and something perilously close to thrill. Could you just kick him back? The idea seemed like a good one.
"And you," William's voice drew you back. "Must be exciting to start your final years here. You'll be attending the same high school as Stu. It's a fine institution."
"Y-yes," you stuttered, trying to disentangle yourself from Stu's silent claim. If you kicked him now then your parents would know you’d been having a silent battle beneath the table. And somehow, that thought worried you. You didn’t feel like getting a lecture from your mom, or – God Forbid - from William. You didn’t know if you could survive such a thing.
"That's... great to hear," you stammered, mind not fully there as you tried to keep your eyes upon your stepfather whilst Stu’s foot was still battling with your own.
Finally, Stu withdrew, leaving behind a ghost of pressure. A smirk played on his lips, visible only to you, like a secret shared between predator and prey. You felt as if your cheeks must be a bright red now, and hoped William and your Mom would interpret your stammering and the flush on your cheeks as you simply being shy.
"Education is important," William continued, his tone paternal, as if he had this talk many times in the past. Another indication that he had been sternly talking to his son before you and your mom moved in.
"Of course," your mom agreed from her side of the table, passing one of the condiments to William via Stu. “Which is why I am so grateful you managed to get her in at the same school as Stu.” She looked at you, an excited glimmer in her eyes. “It’s the best one around here.”
You forced a small smile. Not that you didn’t appreciate what your mom and stepdad had been arranging for you, but you couldn’t quite care at this point. Everything you had known before, every friend you had made, was left behind. You had to start all over. And that… well, that felt kind of rough.
As if your mom sensed where your thoughts were heading, she asked you, "Are you excited about making new friends at school?"
In front of you, Stu sat attentively, blue eyes glistening with interest while he toyed with his fork. But you could tell that he was listening intently. Next to you, William had placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands, attention fully back on you again.
"I suppose,” you said, realizing you didn’t sound as enthusiastic as your parents might have hoped. To defend the lack of energy fueling your words, you quickly perched on your seat and turned to your stepdad fully. "I'm actually looking forward to learning rather than to making new friends."
"Is that so?" William raised a brow and you couldn’t tell if he was impressed or skeptical of your claim. You were telling the truth though. Learning would keep your mind occupied and distract you from the things you had lost, everything that you had left behind. Plus, the sooner you got high school over and done with, the sooner you could find your own way in life.
"Have you always been this eager to learn?"
You glanced at him and was it just you, or did his gaze just seem to darken? Must have been a trick of the light.
“Oh no, I’ve always been a curious girl,” you said, the words slipping from between your lips with ease. “Learn new things, practice new skills. I won’t say I’m any good at it but I try and do my best.”
“She’s a very serious learner,” your mom said with a smile. “Truly what they call a good girl. And what a blessing to have for a daughter.”
You smiled at the compliment and then picked up your cutlery. But you made the error of letting your eyes slide past the men around the table, noticing how both Stu and William's eyes had darkened, a storm brewing in twin blue skies.
How very alike they were. The similarities between the two of them sent a shiver down your spine and you nearly dropped your cutlery.
"A good girl indeed," William praised, his words a thoughtful murmur as he watched you through half-lidded eyes, chin still resting on his fingers. It felt as if the air had grown denser, charged with something unnamed.
Your mother seemed oblivious to the change. She smiled brightly, taking William’s words as a compliment, not a threat.
You shook your head and let out a nervous laugh, and only looked up again when you heard the others had continued eating. William and your mother’s conversation had turned back to some of the women William knew in the neighborhood. He was telling your mom which ones she should try to get in touch with and had the same hobbies as she had. Then she would feel less alone whenever he was at his job. Plus, it was always a good thing to make new friends, right? It was yet another reminder of how lonely you were in this new neighborhood. Sure, you were still in touch with some of your old friends, but you didn’t have a partner who would present new contacts to you on a plate. You’d have to find them all on your own. And as the new girl in town, that was either going to be incredibly easy, or incredibly hard.
You had the feeling it was going to be the latter.
You listened, relieved that the focus had shifted from you back to your mom, and leaned back in your chair after you decided you had eaten enough.
As you listened to the banter, half lost in a daydream, a foot suddenly slid past yours again. Large, warm, familiar.
Your eyes instantly darted to Stu who was poking at his food like nothing was happening underneath the table. Well… If he wanted to play this game, you would entertain him.
With a smirk on your lips, you nudged back, a playful jab. You’d slipped your foot out of your shoe, making it easy to slip your sock past his shin. And yes, you deliberately aimed your foot a little higher, brushing the side of your sole past his shin sensually.
A sharp intake of breath was heard, but not coming from Stu in front of you.
Instead, when you lifted your gaze, it wasn't your stepbrother's smirk that met you. It was William's.
"Apologies," he uttered, the edges of his lips twitching upward. But there was an unpredictable glint in his eyes. "I seem to have bumped against someone."
Blood rushed to your cheeks, betraying you as you recoiled. "Oh no,” you yelped, hoping he would think the touch against his leg had been an accident.
“That was me.” You knew you looked flustered now as you stammered, aware of all eyes upon you. “It was my fault. I’m sorry. I’ll just keep my legs over here."
Across the table, Stu’s smile turned into a knowing grin. He shoveled another bite into his mouth before turning to face your mom.
“This tastes really good,” he said, eyes glinting mischievously. “You make the sweetest things.”
“Indeed,” William said, his lips parted as he paused, tongue darting out to tip against his canines while he thought. And you could tell that from the corners of his eyes, he was watching you as he murmured, “the sweetest things.”
You couldn’t shake the thought that both men meant something ambiguous with that comment. But surely, they couldn’t mean you, could they?
Because the thoughts inside your mind, right now, were anything but sweet.
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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Discovered" Mature/Drabble [2]
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE
Summary: Imagine: Your mom had to find out eventually. This is how.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present and Pregnant (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William )
Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, Explicit sexual content, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Dark!William, Manipulative William.
The sunlight caught the subtle movement of your swollen belly as you scrolled through your phone, perched on the edge of the couch. You didn't notice it, but your mom did. The little foot that brushed past the skin you so desperately tried to hide from her.
Her eyes narrowed and she strode toward you, hands shaking. In one swift motion, she yanked up your loose-fitting tunic, exposing your rounded stomach. The tiny foot clearly visible and destroying any hope of lying that you were just getting fatter.
"I knew it," she hissed, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. "You're pregnant. It's undeniable now."
Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and guilt swirled within you. You had known that you couldn’t hide it forever, but your stepdad had made you bite your tongue time after time again. Don’t tell her anything. Lie. I’m not the father.
“How long?” Your mom asked you angrily, tears started to roll down her cheeks. Her own pregnant tummy, a bit rounder than yours, was jutted forward, into your vision, reminding you once again of how your stepdad played you both.
“How long have you known? How long did you try to keep this hidden from me?” She didn’t sound angry but upset, broken, betrayed. It broke your heart to hear. Her child, her pregnancy, was talked about like a trophy. A miracle baby. Whilst yours…
You bit your lip. Stupid hormones. You wanted to cry, crawl away and hide. Where was your stepdad when you needed him? When all shit hit the fan?
"Mom, I didn't know until the doctor told me," you whispered, a bold lie, trying to keep your voice steady. "Remember the doctor's appointment? The one you had insisted I’d go to because I kept getting sick, throwing up a lot?"
Her face turned red. “So you knew since then,” she deduced and you decided to bite your tongue. You had known you were pregnant long before your mom found out about her pregnancy. Even if your due dates were nearly identical. Your stepdad had been too eager to have you pee on a stick and stake his claim, reminding you of the seed he planted inside of you ever since. You couldn’t forget for a single day that you were carrying his child. It was as if he got even hornier now that you were pregnant with his baby. You caried the bruises to prove it.
But luckily, your mom was too upset to see through your lie, too distraught to question it further.
"Who is the father?" she demanded, the words sharp as knives. She needed answers; she needed to know who had done this to you.
You hesitated. Your stepfather had told you to never reveal the secret. But could you carry it for much longer? What if you outed him? Would it tear your family apart?
Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to find the words, but before you could speak, the door creaked open. William Afton, your stepdad, entered the room. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to your mother's fury. He instantly caught onto the tension in the room and his blue eyes slid from your mother to you and back again.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his eyes slicing through the tension in the room like a knife.
"My daughter is pregnant!" your mom cried, tears streaming down her face. "And she won't tell me who the father is!"
For a moment, an emotion flickered across William's face – something raw and dark. But he hid it quickly, composing himself before turning to you, playing along with your mother's accusations.
"Is that so?” he murmured, and you wished you could slap him across the face because – what a bastard!
“Who was it?" he demanded, a stern edge in his voice.
You stammered, unwilling to reveal the truth, "I-I don't want to answer that."
You could see the look in those blue eyes, as if he silently complimented you for being a good girl. His demeanor, however, was the opposite.
In a swift motion, William jerked your phone from your hands, hurling it across the room where it collided with the wall. The screen cracked, shattering into a spiderweb of broken glass.
“Did you sleep around?” The question surprised you. He knew you hadn’t slept with anyone else. “Did you whore yourself to any of those frat boys?”
He accused you of sleeping around with boys from school? His voice was cold and cutting.
"Answer me!" he pressed, leaning in closer – too close for comfort.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you choked out a lie, "I can't remember."
His gaze bore into you, and you felt like a trapped animal, cornered by the very man who had done this to you. But you couldn't let him see the fear that clenched your insides like a vise. You had to stay strong, even as your world crumbled around you.
"Must've been one of those wild nights, huh?" William sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Lied to us about visiting your friend Patty and went partying instead. Got drunk, didn't you?"
Your mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she turned to you. "Is that true? Why would you do something like this?"
She placed a hand on her own pregnant belly, the silent reminder cutting through you like a knife – both of you carrying the same man's child. It was sickening, twisted, and every time you thought about it, bile crept up your throat.
"Answer your mother," William commanded, his voice cold and hard like ice. But words refused to form on your trembling lips, your mind a whirlwind of torment and fear.
Tears streamed down your face, hot and stinging, blurring your vision. Your mother's own tears mirrored yours, her heartache as raw as your own. You wanted to scream, to tell her the truth, but the weight of your secret bound you, choking you silent.
"Get out of our sight!" William barked, his anger barely contained. "You're upsetting your mother! This is the last thing she needs during her pregnancy!"
And you? Your pregnancy?
Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as you stumbled to your room, desperate for refuge from the nightmare that had become your life. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the world – and leaving you alone with your thoughts, your shame, and your ever-growing horror at what you'd been forced into.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, hands trembling in your lap. The sound of a knock at the door made you flinch, your breath hitching in your throat as fear gripped you. You expected William, ready to torment you further, and mentally prepared yourself to face him.
But it was your mother who stepped into the room, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from tears. Relief washed over you, but the reality of your situation still kept you tense.
"Can you forgive me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She sat beside you on the bed, her hand gently resting on your tummy. "I'm upset, but I love you. You’re my kid. Carrying her own kid. It is… a lot to take in."
If only she knew the full extent of it, you thought. How would she react to it? Would it kill her to know? Perhaps William had been right and you should keep your mouth shut.
“I mean, I hadn’t thought to see you pregnant so soon. Perhaps in a few more years once you were older, enjoyed life a bit, settled down with a nice boy.” She played with your hear, smiling weakly but genuinely at you. “I am your mom. I just want what is best for you.”
“I know, Mom,” you whispered, feeling possibly even worse now that your mother was this honest and sweet with you.
“Seems like we’re both going to be moms. That will be a weird experience,” she said, chuckling. “Weird, but wonderful. I am sure.”
You carefully glanced at her. You could feel the weight of her concern, the heaviness of her touch as she acknowledged the life growing inside of you.
"If I had known before," she continued, her voice cracking, "I wouldn't have asked you to do any heavy lifting."
"Mom..." you choked out, your own tears threatening to spill again.
"I won't ask about the dad," she said firmly, her gaze locked with yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness. "That's your secret to keep."
She leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You clung to her, letting the warmth and love of your mother's hug wrap around you like a protective shield.
She believed the lie, you realized. She believed you had been foolish enough to sleep with a boy, unprotected and intoxicated. And she believed you had gotten pregnant from some random boy from school.
If only that would have been the case. Then at least you could have had yourself to blame.
As you held each other, thoughts of William's behavior swirled in your mind – his urgency to keep his fatherhood a secret, throwing you under the bus like this. Anger bubbled up inside you, a burning rage that threatened to consume you. How could he do this to you? To your mother?
"Let me cook something for us," your mother murmured, breaking the silence. "A light meal, something delicious," her hand stroked gently past your tummy, feeling a tiny foot or hand press back. She let out a startled laugh. “For us and for our little ones, all right?’
She offered a small, reassuring smile before leaving your room, granting you a moment of solitude to gather your thoughts.
Your hands clenched into fists, the rage inside you growing stronger. William had manipulated everyone, and he was getting away with it. But you wouldn't let him win. No matter what it took, you would break free from his twisted grip on your life.
You couldn't afford to waste any time; you needed to find a way to escape William's control. But how? What would be the best way now that he had you cornered. There was your mom to consider, and her child. Your baby brother or sister - now that was a weird thought.
But there was also you. You were a lot weaker now that you were pregnant. Easily tired. Plus, you had to think of the little life you carried inside of you. You had no job and not enough money saved to survive on your own for a while.
A sudden creak from the doorway made you jump. Tearing you out of your vicious thoughts, it was him. William stood there, his blue eyes locked on you, that familiar sinister smile creeping across his face.
"Your mother's going to be busy for a while," he murmured, closing the door behind him and striding towards you with purpose.
Panic surged through you as he grabbed your arm, yanking you to the edge of the bed. "We have a bit of time," he whispered, fingers tugging at your pants, pulling them down in haste.
"Daddy, please," you begged, but your words fell on deaf ears.
"Shh," he hushed, pushing himself inside you without warning. You gasped, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure coursing through you. His cock was already rock hard and he wasted no time in starting to rut inside of you. He’d been like this for a while now, fucking you whenever he got the chance. Even during such dangerous moments as these, when your mom was nearby and could walk in any moment.
Yet, he managed to get away with it each time.
"Such a good girl," he purred, hands gripping your hips tightly as he moved within you. "You handled everything so well."
His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Tears pricked your eyes, but you kept them at bay, focusing on the twisted need in his voice. Your pussy pulsed around him, begging him for his cum as your own climax edged near.
"Promise me you'll be my good girl, won't you?" he whispered, his thrusts reaching a fevered pace. “Promise me, you’ll be a good girl for Dad. Keep his secret. Hmm?”
"Y-yes," you choked out, unable to resist his demands. Your heart pounded as you neared the edge, the room spinning as your climax approached.
"Good," he growled, releasing his grip on your hips as you both reached the peak together.
As you lay there, panting and exhausted, he pulled away, satisfied. But the moment he turned his back, determination flooded through you. This couldn't continue – you had to get away from him. Escape. Find freedom.
And you would do whatever it took.
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STEPDAD!WILLIAM AFTON X READER “Caught in the Act” - MATURE/DRABBLE [ 3 ]
SUMMARY: You catch your stepdad on the toilet.
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Warnings: Accidental Nakedness, Confusion, Tension. AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe
“Caught in the act”
The music pulsed through your headphones, drowning out the world as you approached the bathroom door. Your hand gripped the doorknob, oblivious to what lay on the other side. Swinging it open, you froze at the sight before you.
Your stepdad, William Afton, sat on the toilet seat, pants pooled around his ankles, phone in his hand. The blue light of his screen illuminated his handsome face. A rush of heat spread across your cheeks, and then his eyes darted up to meet yours.
“I-I’m so sorry,” you stumbled over your words, a garbled apology spilling from your lips. A predatory glint filled his blue eyes as he regarded you, unspoken tension thickening the air. Feeling like he waited for you to either say more or retreat, you chose to continue to stutter.
"Y-you really should've locked the door," you muttered, cursing yourself for not knocking first.
William's gaze never wavered as he leaned back slightly in his vulnerable position. You caught sight of the movement, even if you tried to politely glance away. He was seated on the toilet, the air around you betraying what it was that he was doing. It was natural, sure, but you didn’t think any human wanted to be caught like that.
The way he was seated, his right hand pushing his limp cock between his legs so he wouldn’t cause any splattering on the seat – it was supposed to be an ordinary stance. Yet, as he leaned backward, you saw the slight movement of his strong thighs, caught sight of his belly as it moved with the breath he took, and felt arousal stir in the pit of your core.
"Seems like you're the one being a bad girl,” his gravelly voice came, and you halted your breath. Surely you were imagining the playful undertone there? “Not respecting privacy."
His tone was ambiguous, a mixture of chastisement and something else – something that made your heart race. You didn’t know why, but as he spoke to you, your eyes had darted back to meet his. Unaware at first, until you realized you were watching him again. He stirred and you couldn't tear your eyes away as he stood up. His limp cock didn’t look as limp and lifeless as it had before. Blood slowly started being pumped south, and his member started swelling. It was impressive, of both size and girth. You tried to pretend you didn’t see it.
"I'm finished here," he announced, making no move to cover himself. "Do you mind, or you'd rather stay and watch me wipe?"
Your eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and embarrassment overpowering you. You didn't know what to say or do; all you knew was that you wanted to escape this suffocating atmosphere.
You spun around, heart pounding, and slammed the door shut behind you, leaving your stepdad in the bathroom. The embarrassment was overwhelming, and you could hardly breathe as you hurried to your room.
Once inside, you threw yourself onto your bed, wishing you could just disappear. You buried your face in your pillow, cranking up the volume on your headphones, trying to drown out any thoughts of what had just happened. You, eyeing your stepdad who was naked on the toilet taking a shit. Yeah, explain that to your mom. Or to anyone for that matter.
A knock on your door made you jump, forcing you to look up. The door cracked open not much later and there stood William, his hands casually in his pockets, smirking at you. "Toilet's free now," he drawled, his gaze raking over your body. His gaze was intense, and you had the odd feeling he was studying like the boys in class. As if his eyes were stripping you bare. His tongue licked across his teeth, another clear indication that he was having less than innocent thoughts. You swallowed hard, not knowing how to react.
"Th-thanks," you managed to stammer, but you didn't move from your bed. He cocked an eyebrow, amused.
"Is there a reason you're not going?" he asked, his voice dripping with insinuation.
"Wh-what do you mean?" you replied defensively, feeling heat creeping up your cheeks. You just did not feel comfortable getting up and getting anywhere near your stepdad right now. He might be married to your mom, but he was still a stranger. Not biological blood. A man. And by the look on his face, you thought he was having less than pure thoughts about you right now.
"I thought you were in a hurry,” he hummed, his hand still resting on your doorknob. His presence was intense, and you wondered why he had set foot inside your room rather than remained in the hallway. Was it to intimidate you? Because if it was, it worked. You blinked up at him, innocently – or at least you hoped so.
Apparently, your look worked, for your stepdad’s eyes seemed to darken a shade and he gritted his teeth as if in pain. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” His free hand that had been dangling by his side inconspicuously brushed past the front of his pants.
“Maybe you didn't really need to use the loo after all," he suggested, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Perhaps you just wanted to catch your dear old dad with his pants down."
"Of course not!" you exclaimed, immediately jumping off the bed and walking towards the door. As you approached, William made no effort to move out of your way. You came to a halt right in front of him, bringing your arms to your chest while you tutted your lips.
"Could you, um, not block my way, please?" You knew you sounded angry, but you truly needed to go. What kind of game was your stepdad playing?
He stepped aside, but only just enough for you to pass by. As you squeezed through the narrow space, you felt your arm brushing against his. Huh? You’d put in effort to keep your distance. Did that mean he had moved his in order to brush past you? You felt a shiver run down your spine. His chuckle echoed in your ears, and you couldn't shake the feeling of his hungry gaze on your back as you made your way to the bathroom.
Once inside, you locked the door and leaned against it, sighing with relief. What the hell was going on? And why did it feel like William was suddenly playing some twisted game with you?
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You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. No, you couldn't let your stepdad get to you like this. You were stronger than that. But as you stood there all alone in your family’s bathroom, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever be able to escape his dangerous gaze. Or if you would succumb to the temptation.
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Stepbrother! Stu Macher x (f) Reader (&Stepdad!William Afton) "Stu's Girlfriend Casey" [1]
Summary: You're watching Stu and Casey.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !StepsisterReader Universe. Some overlap with the Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader drabbles.
For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepdad!William Afton fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other stepdad drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜
Rating: Teen? Note: Reader is approximately 17 in this fic and Stu 18. No smut, just tension.
Watching Casey and Stu
The sun was a relentless orb in the sky, its rays boring into your skin as you stood on the porch of your new home. It had been a week since your school had started and nearly a month after your mother's wedding, and you were still adjusting to the changes in your life. Your stepbrother, Stu, was outside, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend Casey's waist. How beautiful she had looked at your mom’s wedding. They had been just as clingy then as they were now.
They were laughing, their voices carrying on the warm breeze. You felt a pang of loneliness as you watched them, a reminder that you were the outsider here.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" William asked, startling you from your thoughts. Your stepfather had appeared at your side, his voice low and smooth. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. William was a man of few words, but when he did speak, his words carried weight.
"I see you're watching Stu and Casey," he continued, his eyes fixed on the couple. "They seem to be getting along well."
You shrugged, not wanting to give too much away. William was a man of many secrets, and you were still trying to figure him out. You had also come to understand that he wasn’t very keen on Casey at all, but despite his view of the girl, he had taken it upon himself to support his son regardless.
Or at least, that’s the impression he had given you since you got here.
"Are you making any friends yet?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. You shook your head, your throat suddenly dry.
"It's not as easy as I had hoped," you managed to croak out.
William nodded, his eyes never leaving Stu and Casey. "Perhaps Stu could help you. He could introduce you to some of his friends, even if he is a year above you."
You considered his words, your mind racing. Maybe William was right. Maybe Stu could help you.
But would Stu want to? You were under the impression that he wasn’t very keen on having you as a sister. His behavior implied as much. It was never clear whether he wanted to make a fool of you or if he was trying to flirt.
There had been fleeting touches and ambiguous comments. Surely, you hadn’t been imagining it all, had you? But what if Stu was always this touchy, with everyone? What if the jabs and barbs were intended to get you all flustered, just to laugh at your face?
"I'll think about it," you said, your voice still hoarse.
William smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. I'm sure he'd be happy to help."
The two of you stood in silence for a while, watching Stu and Casey as they continued to laugh and talk. You couldn't help but feel a sense of longing, a desire to be part of something. And it didn’t help that that feeling was amplified whenever you looked in Stu’s way.
It didn’t help at all.
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