I'm Noshiro. A digital artist, Fanfic writer (author in general), horror lover and true crime lover. Love 50s-90s things. I love my cat. I also love serial killers and horror movie slashers. Feel free to chat or ask me questions. I'm just as down bad as you are.
Super sorry for the long 3 week break!! I got sick for 2 weeks and got busy the week before. I'm back though!! I don't know when I'll be posting art. <3
Everything that he did to get to this point, it was all worth it.
It was always a little lonely in the house when your mom and step dad weren't around. They haven't been married for very long, a few months at most. Not that you've been keeping track.
There wasn't much one person could do in a house like this one, especially someone your age. You had the tv and board games, but no one to play them with. You begged William to let you go to work with him, but he was insistent. He said he needed you home, and so, although reluctantly, you listened. Just like always.
He would let you go to work with him on your mom's days off. He would let you sit in his lap while he busied himself with paperwork; when he was done, he would sit back and reward you with a kiss "for being so patient".
You were skeptical of his kisses at first. Of his touches. Although, he had reassured you it was okay, that it was what father's do. "How would you know?" He had said to you, his calloused thumb rubbing circles against your tender thigh. "You never had a father to teach you these things. But that's alright. I'm here now." You felt dirty for being turned on by it all. He was your mother's husband, after all.
He began to take time off of work to spend more time with you. His touches, his kisses, eventually they were no longer exclusive to the privacy of his office at the pizzeria. He would have you in his lap while you watched a movie together. Sometimes, his hands would wander along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your soaked cunt but never quite touching it. It was just an accident, you knew. But you couldn't help but think that he could feel the wet spot forming in your panties. If he did, he never said anything.
Regardless, all in all he was good to you. He spoiled you. He bought you gifts, giving you anything and everything you asked for at the drop of a hat.
That was why you would have a plethora of stuffed animals lining your shelves and on your bed, their abyssal, beady black eyes watching you with faux contempt whenever you were knuckles deep in your aching cunt. Your back would arch off of your mattress, moans muffled between bitten lips, voicelessly and shamelessly calling daddy, daddy . All while desperately wishing it were his fingers filling you instead of your own.
Little did you know, there was a person behind those beady eyes; they watched you conscientiously, a hand palming the aching erection in his slacks. He leans back in his desk chair and lets out a relieved sigh at the touch as he watches you on the computer screen. You were quite the sight. Legs spread wide open, hair mussed and your pretty lips parted in wails for him .
He would have you, he determined, and now he had you right where he wanted you.
You descend the stairs of the Afton house when you hear the sounds of William's car outside; it would be another late night for your mom, it seems, once again leaving you and William alone. While you miss spending time with your mom, you can't help but feel excited to be able to spend more time alone with William. Your body practically buzzed with excitement, although that very well could have been from the orgasm you had just moments ago.
You feel a little embarrassed to be seeing him again after your… earlier activities. When he looks at you, it's almost as if he knows what you did despite the smile that dances over his lips. His eyes rake over you, taking notice of the shirt you wore that hugged your body in just the right way.
"Evening, love," he greets you; you come close and he presses a light but adoring kiss to your forehead. You immediately know what to do, your nimble fingers working the tie around his neck undone. Meanwhile, he works off the belt around his hips. The sound of the clattering metal and the leather as it comes off makes your breath hitch in your throat.
"Thank you, dear," he says to you, leaving you feeling lightheaded. "Always so eager to help, aren't you?'
He hangs up his belt and his tie by the door along with his suit coat. He sits in the recliner, the leather creaking under his weight as he leans back into the chair. He beckons you forth and you saunter over before he grabs you, his hand on the small of your back and pulling you up onto the seat on his lap across his thigh. His warm hand lands on your bare thigh and you suppress a shiver as he caresses your skin, up and down.
"How has your day been?" He asks you, "Haven't been too lonely without me, have you?"
For a moment, you freeze. The anxiety begins to set in, making your palms feel clammy as you helplessly grip at the hem of your bed shorts.
Did he know?
"Were you a good doll for me while I was gone?" He brushes a stray hair from your face and pushes it behind your hair, and you can't help the way your heart skips a beat at his touch.
"Yes daddy," you answer finally. The word felt sinful on your tongue - shameful. Your mother thought it was cute. If only she knew.
He hums at that. His touch burns your skin as it rides higher and higher up your thigh, once again forcing you to suppress a shiver when it inches ever closer to your core. "Is that right?"
You're unable to speak. You can barely focus, not with his hand so close. If he were to touch you, he would find you an utter mess, having not taken the time to clean yourself up after your little playtime.
But you want him to touch you, your pussy aching and clenching around nothing.
"Then… what's this?" His hand creeps under your shorts and your panties are pushed aside as he drags a thick finger up and down your hole, just barely poking his finger in. Your mouth hangs open in surprise as a moan shakes through you.
"Daddy-" the word leaves your mouth without having even thought about it, but he doesn't take a moment to question it, or even comment on it, thankfully.
He removes his finger. Cum coats his finger, white and creamy and he lifts his finger to your parted, whining lips. He pushes his finger in, coating your tongue in the taste of your essence.
"Take off your shorts," he demands you, "your panties, too."
"H-huh?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself, love. Off. Now."
This was really happening. Your mind was reeling, blurring your vision and making you dizzy. You barely lift your hips off of his hips and begin pushing your shorts and panties down your hips. They join each other on the floor in front of the leather recliner.
He wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you back against his chest. He spreads your legs wide, hooking a leg beside his own spread legs. "Good. Now, I want you to touch yourself again."
"D-daddy," you mutter. Your cunt begs for his touch, needing to feel his fingers stretching you open.
"Poor thing. Do you want daddy to touch you instead? You must have had such a hard time cumming without me, didn't you, dear?" He hums again. "Perhaps if you beg-"
He didn't even have to finish that sentence. "Please daddy," you beg him, "w-want you to touch me. Couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Is that right…? Well, in that case…" in a second, his hand is on you. He spreads your legs wider and his pointer and middle finger tease your begging hole. He contemplates making you beg for him some more, although he ultimately decides that you have had enough and his fingers plunge inside of you. You gasp, fingers clawing at the arm rests.
You accommodate him fairly easy, but there's still the burn of the stretch that just feels so good. Your head lulls back against his chest and he chuckles at you, the deep baritone of his laugh sending shockwaves through your mind.
Slowly, his fingers start to move. He thumbs your clit, drawing a needy whine from your lips as you buck up into his hand. The wet squelches your cunt makes as he finger fucks you in obscene, but only turns you on so much more.
He pulls his fingers out of you. You whine in protest, begging for more.
He delivers a sharp smack to your cunt that makes your whole body shudder. "Oh? You liked that, hm? Is daddy's sweetheart more of a slut than I thought?"
His fingers delve back into you. His knuckles drag deliciously against your slick walls and he curls his fingers upwards, against that sweet spongy spot inside of you.
"Daddy!" You cry, "daddy, please-"
"What is it, sweetheart? You want to cum?"
"Uh-huh huh…"
He rolls your clit under his thumb, working you closer and closer. The coil in your belly tightens more and more, and your breath hitches in your throat when you're suddenly cumming. You cum hard on your fingers, forcing him to slow his ministrations with a low groan.
"That's it, love." He slows to a stop and pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you a panting mess above him. He lifts his two fingers to your parted lips and shoves them inside, coating your tongue in the taste of your essence. "You're being so good for me. Are you ready?"
You knew this was wrong. This was going too far, but you nod anyway, unable to speak with his fingers in your mouth.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. A trail of saliva connects his fingers to your mouth before he wipes it away on his pants leg. He reaches between you, and you hear his zipper come undone. Something fleshy presses against your back, and he lifts you up by your thighs. His cock comes into view, pressing against against your slick folds and you swallow the forming lump in your throat. It's thick and veiny, foreskin folded beneath his aching cockhead.
"How long I've waited for this…" He bucks his hips upwards. The tip of his cock narrowly misses you, rubbing deliciously against your overstimulated clit.
He does it again. He bucks his hips into you and his cock pushes into you slowly. You can't help but cry out at the sting, and he cooes at you, peppering kisses along the side of your neck. "You're so tight, darling," he utters against your neck. "And so wet. You're being so good for me." Finally, he bottoms out. His head kisses your cervix and he rolls his hips against you, pushing himself ever deeper. His praise makes your cunt spasm around him.
His hands keep you bruisingly anchored against him, thighs pressed into your chest as he begins to fuck into you. His hips slap against your ass and he growls, a low rumbling sound that makes your stomach flutter. All coherent thought seems to leave your mind as he fucks into you faster, and faster. You can't help but look down, watching as his cock disappears into you over and over again.
"Daddy," you begin to babble, soft words drowned out by the obscene sounds of his cock hammering into your drooling cunt.
"So good," he says, "you've been wanting this too, haven't you, love?" He punctuates his words with a rough thrust into your cervix. He chuckles again when you don't respond, thoroughly too fucked out to think of a coherent response. "Daddy's slut. Have I fucked you stupid already, sweet thing? Can't remember anything else than the word "daddy"."
You blink dumbly, your mouth hung open in silent cries and pants of pleasure.
As he begins to chase his own high, fingers digging bruises into the soft skin of your thigh, he thinks that everything he did to get to this point, it was all worth it.
So, apparently my grandma's toilet overflowed and nearly flooded the whole entire basement. They had my grandpa come over and look at it and he had told her not to use any of them for tonight.
She was like: "Welp, bring me a bucket and some bags so I can shit." As he kept talking about it, she just kept talking about the bucket and bag. She was so determined for a bucket--✋😭
Needless to say, I love my grandma ♥️
Oh yeah and my grandpa called the toilet paper "Political cotton sheets" 💀
Did some experimenting with a bunch of OC bases/pose templates for fun. Here’s one of them! I’m really proud of myself. Took an hour and 20 minutes to color and draw.
Y’all tell me why William Afton is so damn hot- Like, I’m legit down on KNEES- No- ON THE GROUND for this man. the voice actor is hella precious and I just love everybody’s depictions of him. HE’S GORGEOUS.
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