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whatitshouldvebeen · 5 months

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Daddy's Princess

Synopsis: The moment your boss William Afton hired you to your very first job, he's wanted you to be his little princess.

So when you ask him to take your virginity, there's no way he's going to deny his little girl.

Pairing: William Afton x reader

Word Count: 2,368

Contains: Minors DNI, daddy k!nk, William is much older than you (you're 18), m and f recieving oral, use of "princess" "little girl" and other similar pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected creampie

You were supposed to be making pizza. You were supposed to, but your boss didn't mind that you were distracted. After all, he had your full attention.

“That's it, sweetheart,” he huffed, his hands gripping his desk. You kneeled before him, tracing your tongue over the head of his cock and looking up at him through your lashes.

Your boss, William Afton, was not the type of man you thought you'd fall for.

One hand moves to grip the back of your head, following your ministrations but not trying to control them.

He was much, much older than you. You were barely an adult and working your first job for little pay and shitty hours. Hell, you wouldn't have even gotten this job if Mr. Afton hadn't taken pity on you.

You trace his length with your tongue before taking him into your mouth, sucking greedily.

Okay, maybe it was more than pity. Maybe, from the moment you stepped in his office, he couldn't get you out of his head. And when you took the job, he might have hopped up and shook your hand a little too eagerly.

He moaned, his cock throbbing as you forced your way down, your nose pressing against his musky brown curls.

You worked so hard for him. You were always on time, and always stayed late. He even let you spend time with him as he worked on his animatronics. He said only very special people ever got to see them up close.

“You're such a good girl, princess,” he crooned, making your pussy twinge. You had already shed your standard Freddy Fazbear's uniform, leaving you only in your panties, which were becoming wetter by the minute.

This wasn't the first time you'd been on your knees for him. But it would be the first time you'd been so bold as to ask for more.

You withdrew from his cock, kissing the tip before speaking. “Mr. Afton?”

“Yes, baby girl?” He responded, looking down at you warmly through his thick glasses. He always made you feel so valued. So needed.

“I- I want you,” you said quietly, almost sounding embarrassed.

“You have me,” he responded, brushing your hair back from your face.

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you shook your head.

“I mean,” you swallow thickly. “I mean I'm ready.”

William looked surprised. “You are? Are you sure?” He asked, still gently holding the side of your face.

You nodded.

God, you couldn't stop thinking about the first time he kissed you. You'd made a mistake, mixed the entire day's flour improperly, and were crying on the floor behind the counter. When he saw what had happened to the flour, he was fuming. But one look at your sad, shaking frame wiped the anger from his mind. He sat down beside you and wrapped an arm around you.

“Hey, hey. It's alright. It's just dough,” he soothed, pulling you close.

“I'm such a fuck up, Mr. Afton,” you sobbed, still with your face against your knees.

“Everyone makes mistakes, honey. You're still learning,” he said, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to you.

You took it and wiped your face, looking up at him with puffy eyes and a trembling lower lip.

You looked so divinely innocent. So very, very sorry for your mistake. You couldn't bear the thought of failing him, he could see that now.

You felt his hand on your cheek, and he turned you to look at him. You saw all the approval, all the forgiveness, all the affection you'd craved all your life in his deep blue eyes.

Neither of you could resist. You both leaned in, and your lips met. Fire coursed through you, burning away your shame, leaving only raw hunger in its wake. You gripped his shirt and kept him pulled in until you both were breathless and needy in each other's arms.

It had gone on like this for months. He never pushed you for anything more than you offered. But this time, you needed more.

“You don't mean that, baby,” he said, almost sadly. “You don't want to give something as precious as your virginity to an old man like me.”

Your brow furrowed.

“Yes, I do. You know I never cared about your age,” you said, still on your knees with your hand around his length.

He frowned. “Well, I do. Your first time should be with someone special.”

You stroked his length slowly, pouting. “You are someone special, Mr. Afton. I want you to have me. Please, sir.”

He groaned, his thumb tracing over your pouty lower lip.

“Don't cry, baby girl,” he said in a low tone.

“Then take me,” you retorted.

He seemed to be battling himself internally.

“Are- are you really sure?” He repeated.

“Yes, I'm sure,” you said, sucking his thumb into your mouth. You traced his calloused digit with your tongue, and he groaned, his body slackening against the desk.

“I don't want to take advantage of you,” he panted. “I'm old enough to be your dad.”

“I don’t care, it-” he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ill fuck your pretty little pussy, sweetheart,” he said, and pulled you up to stand in front of him. “But you have to answer one question first.”

You practically drooled as you nodded, enraptured with the promise of being filled by the girthy cock in your hand.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked. You could see the slightest blush over his cheeks.

“Really?” You squeaked.

“I feel like a teenager,” he muttered, his free hand trailing down your arm. “I know I said I couldn't date you because of the public image; an old man with a young beautiful woman like you… and I don't even have the money to spoil you like you deserve… but I don’t want to take you without giving you some semblance of stability.”

You pressed a finger to his lips.

“Yes, Mr. Afton, yes. I want to be your girlfriend,” you said, smiling hugely. “I don't care about money, or your age,” you say, leaning toward him and giving him a kiss. “All I need is to know I'm making you happy.”

“You don't have to keep calling me Mr. Afton, you know?” He said, returning your smile.

“I like to,” you admitted, then paused. “Actually, there is something I'd prefer to call you.”

“Yeah?” He asked, cocking his head.

“I want,” you looked down at your toes, “to call you daddy,” you whispered.

His cock throbbed in your hand.

“That's,” he huffed, “wildly inappropriate.”

“Yeah?” You said, tears springing to your eyes. “I'm sorry-”

“Quit apologizing. Daddy hates to see his baby cry,” he said, tilting your chin up. “You want to be my good little girl, hmm? Then no more tears. Hop on daddy's desk, sweetheart.”

You couldn't believe your ears. He took your hips in his hands and picked you up, easily turning around and setting you on his old desk.

Your heart was pounding as he leaned over you, stroking his cock. One hand trailed to your pussy and his middle finger pressed between your barely clothed folds.

“I've wanted you to be my little princess since the moment I saw you,” he admitted, his finger rubbing slow circles.

“Yeah?” You whimpered.

“Yes, baby,” he said. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, inserting his middle finger into your wet heat. You shuddered at the sensation, mewls falling from your lips.

“Now you're gonna take daddy's cock, aren't you?” He said, and slapped his length down over your clothed mound.

You nodded, still looking up at him with amazement, unable to believe that your boss was calling himself daddy for you.

“You'll have to be quiet, baby, okay?” He said. You knew why, it was during work hours, and someone could knock on his door any time.

“Yes, daddy. I'll be quiet,” you said, biting your lip.

He withdrew his finger, then pulled your panties off slowly. When you were bare, he looked down at you, admiring the way your young, supple body was responding to him. Your skin was hot to the touch, your pupils were dilated, and your pussy was so wet it was shining.

He fell to his knees, and his mouth met your pussy. It wasn't the first time he'd been there, with his long and talented tongue, but you could tell something was different. Now that you were his, he poured all of himself into pleasuring you. No more holding back, no more worrying about impropriety. Just a man enjoying his little princess's tight, pretty pussy.

You gripped his head with both hands and pushed him into you. He was so into pleasuring you he didn't realize he'd left his glasses on as they fogged up and skewed on his nose.

His tongue was like magic, always finding the right spots to toy with. You loved the feeling of his beard, his heated moans muffled against you. It was no surprise when you felt your legs trembling, an orgasm washing over you and making you moan.

He looked up at you from between your legs.

“Ready to take daddy's cock, baby?”

“Yes, yes please,” you breathed, watching as he stood and towered over you while you laid back on his desk.

Mr. Afton was generally calm, put-together, and steady. But right now, you felt your pulse racing in your neck. He looked at you with a hunger you'd never before seen. His hands moved to your hips and hiked them upward, exposing you fully to him. You felt more like his prey than his girlfriend.

And you loved it.

“Spread those pretty lips for me, baby,” he ordered, his voice like honey. You complied, feeling your face heat at the way his eyes ate you up. Then, you felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, a moment of clarity breaking through his predatory gaze.

You nodded. “I do, daddy,” you whimpered.

He grinned. “Good girl.” The head of his cock pressed into you slowly. You winced, but cool heat rushed through you, filling you with a feeling you'd never felt before. The primal sensation of being claimed.

He was so big you couldn't possibly take him all at once, but he seemed perfectly happy to go slow and steady. His cock remained rock hard while he worked his way in. You started to groan, and he leaned over, capturing your lips in a kiss to stifle your sounds.

Eventually, he was fully inside. You felt absolutely stuffed, your walls clenching and unclenching around him.

You wanted to run your hands over his chest, but he always kept himself clothed. This time, however, you needed more.

“Daddy, would you please take your shirt off?” You asked, panting.

William huffed. “Why, baby?”

“Want to see you,” you begged.

“I… I'm not a young man anymore, baby. I have… a lot of scars.”

“Don't care, I wanna see my boyfriend's body,” you said, meaning every word.

He surveyed you for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he relented. “Alright, I suppose that's fair, after letting me see all of your beautiful body.”

He gripped the bottom of his shirt, took a deep breath, then pulled it over his head.

His body was littered with scars of every shape and size, a trail of brown hair leading down from his bellybutton. While he expected you to be repulsed, you just clung to him tighter.

“I think you look handsome, daddy,” you said, a sultry tone in your voice.

William broke into a smile. “Yeah? Well you already know I think you're beautiful.”

You could tell your admiration of his body meant a lot to him, and you ran your hands down his scarred chest to further prove your point.

“Daddy's gonna fuck you now, okay princess?” He whispered.

“Mmhm,” you agreed, your eyelashes fluttering.

He ground his hips into you slowly. You tried to keep your breath steady, but it was a lost cause. The moment he picked up his pace, you fell apart. Your breath cut short, your eyes rolled, and you moaned, “Daddy, you feel so good!”

“Shhh, baby,” he chided you, placing a hand over your mouth. His thrusts grew deeper, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into you.

You felt waves of pleasure building in your core, and found that clenching your pussy walls around him made his cock throb. So you kept doing it, coaxing out the most delicious groans from low in his throat.

You wanted to tell him you were going to cum, but your voice was muffled into his rough hand, so all you could do was cum—hard.

“Oh fuck, princess,” he moaned, rutting deeply into you. You tightened your legs around his hips, holding him inside.

Then, he came. His seed flooded your pussy, spilling out from around your joined bodies onto the desk. He was breathing heavily, and leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you, princess,” he whispered, taking his hand from your mouth and kissing you.

Your body was a trembling mess beneath your boss, but you had to respond, breaking the kiss.

“I love you too, daddy,” you purred, giggling.

Mr. Afton withdrew from you, more cum pooling beneath you.

“I know you do, baby,” he said, caressing your cheek as he stood beside the desk and pulled you into his arms. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

He paused, looking down at you.

“Do… are you on birth control?” He asked.

You froze in place, cold anxiety washing over you. “Uhm, no?”

He pushed his glasses up his nose. “That's my fault. I shouldn't have expected my little girl to be responsible, that's my job. I'll get you a pill after work, okay honey?”

You nodded. “Okay, daddy. But, uhm…”

“Yes, princess?” He asked, pulling you tighter against his scarred chest.

“I don't want to get cleaned up. Can I keep your cum inside me for the rest of the day?” You asked bashfully.

Mr. Afton chuckled. “Of course, baby. Of course you can.”

#william afton #william afton x reader #springtrap #fnaf #matthew lillard #william afton x you #dave miller #slasher x reader

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auteurdelabre · 6 months

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STORY MASTERLISTS!

Something to Fight For (COMPLETE)

For readers 18+ only please!

After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever. The only problem is your best friend Maria is dating his brother and their construction company has been hired to renovate where you work. In an effort to support your friend, you’re thrust into the unwanted job of babysitting Joel’s young daughter one night. As time goes on you’re not expecting to find a confidant in Joel Miller but when you do, you wonder how you ever survived without him.AU LOU universe with no outbreak. A slow burn slice of life love story with smut.

Please, Mister Miller? (COMPLETE)

for 18+ readers only!

Summary: After being dumped by your longtime college bf, your roommate Sarah Miller invites you to her hometown for the holidays. There you meet her dad and decide you need to know if he’s as good in bed as he looks. (General warnings: Infidelity and unprotected p in v)

Code Broken (COMPLETE)

for 18+ readers only!

"You broke into my house," Joel says moving his gaze from your eyes back down to your mouth as his wide hand grazes his belt buckle. "Moved my shit around. Least you could do is be polite."You only wanted to pull a silly prank on your neighbor, Joel. Who could have seen it ending up like this? [AU where Joel Miller ends up in Jackson City by himself.]

Dare to Surrender (COMPLETE)

for 18+ readers only!

You can’t stand Javier Pena but when Steve Murphy makes an off-hand remark that gets both you and Javier’s competitive sides going, there’s no telling how far you’ll go.

So Much to Lose - ONGOING

For readers 18+ only please!

summary:

Newly settled into Jackson city and forced to go on patrols with the miserable Joel Miller sets off a chain of events and encounters that have you questioning everything, including your own heart. note: Featuring Dark!Joel

SLEEP (COMPLETE)

When you meet Joel Miller beside his blue truck one hot, sweltering day you're not expecting a bloody adventure to await you.

Part 1 / Part 2

A Little Sun (IN PROGRESS)

for 18+ readers only!

As a PA to megastar and mega man-child Dieter Bravo you've had your fair share of headaches. Getting accidentally pregnant with his baby however takes the cake, especially when he offers to pay you to be his surrogate. You just weren't expecting to fall in love with him along the way. (plot prompt inspired by 'Daddy Dieter' by @absurdthirst on Ao3 - read their story, its really wonderful!)

THE BLACKMAILING BABYSITTER CHRONICLES (ONGOING)

You're a babysitter to many of the families in your small town. When the father of one of your charges makes a move you see an opportunity to make enough cash to leave after college graduation.

- Chapter one - Mr. York -

- Chapter two - The Plan is Made -

- Chapter three - Mr. Morales -

- Chapter four - Mr. Miller -

- Chapter five - Mr. Martell -

- Chapter six - Mom's boyfriend -

- Chapter seven - The Finale -

BRAVO! TAKE A BOW Series - ONGOING

Summary: As a struggling actress you’re amazed when you land a role in an indie film you’re dying to be a part of. What you’re not expecting is to develop feelings for your mega famous and often exasperating co-star Dieter Bravo rated 18+

1- Audition

2- Chemistry Read

3- Table Read

4- Rehearsals

5- Lights, Camera, Action!

WINDOW DRESSING - (ONGOING)

Rated 18+

Resolving to achieve professional success within the CIA you embark on a ruthless game of one-upmanship against your work nemesis Dave York, a rivalry that is complicated by your growing attraction to him. [loosely based on The Hating Game] (AU universe - Dave is divorced and still working for CIA)

Chapter 1: Codebook - COMING FEB 14th

Chapter 2: Black Bag Job

Chapter 3: Clandestine Operation

Chapter 4: False Flag

Chapter 5: Raven

Chapter 6: Burned

Chapter 7: Compromised

Chapter 8: Window Dressing

Someone to pass the time with -(ONGOING)

rated: 18+

Feeling guilty about so often being out of town on business you encourage your loving boyfriend to find someone to pass the time with. When he does, you're not expecting for things to get so out of hand. Pairings: Reader x Javi G x Dave York

Part 1 - It's a He

Part 2 -For you, Javi

Part 3 - Meeting Dave

Losing our Minds Together - ONGOING

For readers 18+ only please!

summary:

As an artist by trade it's only natural that you'd agree to give your young neighbor Ellie drawing lessons. You just weren't counting on her stoic father Joel Miller getting under your skin... or becoming your muse. [AU LOU universe with no outbreak. A slow burn slice of life love story with smut, romance and more.]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Please, Mister Miller?; THE SEQUEL ONGOING

for 18+ readers only!

After a Christmas holiday you won't soon forget, you find yourself unable to move past your time with Joel Miller, your best friends married dad and the man you think you may just be in love with.

Phone Calls with Mister Miller

Dinner with Mister Miller

Talking with Mister Miller

Spring Break with Mister Miller

Long Distance with Mister Miller

Graduation with Mister Miller

Texas with Mister Miller

THOSE WHO CANNOT DO

Summary: Frankie and Santiago have been through a lot during their friendship and have always come out the other side. But when both of them fall for the pretty new schoolteacher (YOU), it pushes them both to their breaking point. for 18+ readers only! pairings: Frankie x f!Reader / Santiagoxf!Reader

Chapter one: Acceleration

Chapter two - coming soon

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter Seven

Chapter eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Daddy Morales - (COMPLETE)

for 18+ Readers only!

Summary: A distraught Frankie drives you home after babysitting. You cheer him up.... and then you keep cheering him up all over town. [General warnings: Infidelity and Daddy kink]

Part 1 - Drive Home

Part 2 - Pit Stop

Part 3 - No More

Part 4 - Too Late

Part 5 - The BBQ

PALPATION (rated 18+)

Part 2

Part 3

AS LONG AS YOU WANT (PG-13)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 - finale coming May 2024

ONE SHOTS

A Secret Kind of Pain [Frankie Morales x f!reader] (rated 18+)

Poker night over at Benny’s tests the amazing burgeoning relationship you have been hiding with Frankie Morales.

Say, Thank You. [Dave York x F!Reader] (Rated 18+)

After driving you home from babysitting his kids, Dave York has a proposition for you that you just can’t refuse.

Joel's Eyes (rated 18+)

based on the prompt by ashleyfilm: I don’t know if you take requests but I love your writing and I’m dying for a slow burn in post outbreak Jackson. Joel and fem reader strangers to friends to eventual lovers. Reader is in love with Joel from the beginning and is like him strong silent type but with a heart of gold. Lots of pinning and then a surprise when it turns out Joel pines for her too and Tommy and Ellie know that he loves her. Maybe some jealousy thrown in before soft dom Joel to sub reader smut. Then a snippet of them together after confession of love so you can hear what other towns folk think about them. Anyway, if you don’t take asks that’s totally cool and I look forward to reading whatever you write! :)

PALPATION (18+)

You need a massage and thankfully a new place opened up a few blocks away… There you’re introduced to the deliciously professional RMTJoel!Miller. He makes you feel good… maybe too good? (AU - NO OUTBREAK)

FALLING IN LOVE SERIES

How I imagine these characters fall in love. Rated: G

Joel Miller

Javier Peña

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umadosedepascal · 4 months

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O U C H | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You are at the Golden Globes and meet Pedro over there, he didn’t win unfortunately but still, he is a winner in bed.

wc: 4.1k

rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][Pedro injured] [sex on bathtub] [elevator][Pedro a little dom] [spanking ass] [Hold neck] [Curse words ][nipple play] [making out inside the car][Pedro speaks spanish]

a/n: My fellow followers, we are fast. I know. Pedro does help us imagine these kind of situation EASILY! just because he is HOT, even wearing an arm sling (poor baby). And yes, he is our slut winner always! More to come for the Emmys! 😘 please consider reposting, let’s spread it fucking hard! 🤘🏻

This Sunday was certainly one of the busiest since the year began, you arrived early at the salon to do hair, makeup and nails, it took you a long time to choose the best dress and perfect shoes for the Golden Globes.

Despite being a little cold in Los Angeles, you got a long dress with a naked back and slit in your left leg, perfect shoes, jewelry and hair, you were finally ready for the event.

The traffic of Los Angeles is always chaotic and today it would be no different, otherwise it is worse, there are so many cars, photographers and people. The driver goes near the entrance of the Bervely Hilton hotel, and as soon as you enter you already meet some friends and acquaintances. Your assistant is always pulling you, saying that you have little time as you walked towards the red carpet.

You give some interviews and as soon as you finish your interview with Vanity Fair, you turn around and see Pedro telling a reporter that he is injured because he fell, he hasn't seen you yet.

Pedro goes out in line for the red carpet photos, You are six people behind him, but even from afar you can see how beautiful he looks, black shirt with white details, black pants and equally black boots, you give a giggle when you see that he matched the arm sling with the clothes.

It's your turn to pose for the paparazzi, you position yourself behind the wall, look to your left and see that he is still taking pictures, talking, and even about the countless flashes, you feel his gaze on you.

You smile at the photographers and get close to Pedro, he opens a smile when he sees you, saying your name and extending his hand, pulling you close to him. He immediately puts his hand on your back, feeling your naked skin, his index finger makes small circles on your back while he talks to the man in front of you, you can barely understand what they talk about, it's so much noise and your mind focused only on the feeling of his finger playing with your skin.

Pedro's conversation ends, he pulls you by giving you a kiss on the cheek quickly while saying "See you later" giving a wink, he goes inside with his agent.

Your table is opposite to Pedro's, but you can still see him from where you are. During the awards your eyes meet each other, even from a distance.

He always smiling despite being hurt, he talks excitedly to everyone, with each winner who passes he gets up and greets.

You are so anxious to see him take the stage and receive the prize he deserves.

You already in your third Moet glass, and they finally announce the nominees for best drama actor, when they announce Pedro's name, you can't contain yourself, you get up and cheer for him, as if you were alone in your room in front of him, pleasuring him in the best way, whether about acting or how he fucks you until he leaves you breathless.

Unfortunately he does not win the category, so an idea comes to your mind, you are convinced that you will give him the best night ever.

Even after the defeat, Pedro doesn't stop smiling, you take your phone and send him a message "You are much bigger than any prize dear, let me show you that later?"

It takes a few minutes for him to see message, you look towards his table and giggle when you see him getting in the way holding his phone with only one hand, he puts the phone on his lap and types, a few seconds later his answer arrives, you feel your hands sweaty, a twink in your stomach when reading "I confess that I'm not happy about it, but now I'm very curious about how you will convince me that I'm worthy for you"

You bite your lip as you read and look at him, even a few meters away, you feel that brown sea on his eyes burning you, you just blink and raise your glass in a silent toast.

A few more awards are delivered, speeches are made, and you almost feel bad for not paying so much attention, almost. Your thoughts are in Pedro, hoping that everything ends soon for you to leave, and from what you look towards him, Pedro is not very different from you, his fingers hitting the table, playing with the glass between his fingers.

Finally the last prize is announced and delivered, everyone gets up, celebrating, lamenting. You dodge the invitations to the after party, claiming to have to wake up early for work, you go towards Pedro's table, he is taking some pictures with other people, you stand still finishing your last glass of champagne waiting anxiously to get his attention.

As soon as the last photo is taken, Pedro turns to you, that smile that only he has, stretching out his hand he says excitedly "Shall we go to the after party?" Your smile weakens at the time, you feel a twinge of disappointment, but you try miserably to disguise it, agreeing with your head, he laughs loudly and says "I got you! Come on, let's go to the car, I told you we're leaving" Pedro holds your hand and goes towards the exit, we stop a few times to greet some acquaintances, but Pedro always uses the same excuse -my arm is killing me, I forgot my medicine at home, sorry, next time I will-

Pulling you by the free hand, he always looks at me in the corner, bites his lip trying to hold a smile.

Pedro opens the car door to me and says softly with a shy smile "Can we go to your house tonight?".

You open your eyes and try to remember if everything is tidy and clean at your apartment, after all you remember isn’t that bad. "You got it! I have frozen pizza and beers" he laughs waving his head and raises his eyebrow, you get in the car and Pedro sits next to you, he puts his hand on your thigh and gently smoothes up and down, You look at his face and see him staring at you, eyes so expressive. His hand goes up until he finds the lace of your panties, he releases a cough while looking at the driver who is focused on traffic. You open your legs a little giving him more access to your pussy, you feel his middle finger go up and down pressing your clit, you look at him scared and say softly while you pretend to fix your earring "Are you crazy? El conductor lo verá"

He laughs and points with his head to the button next to you near the window "Press" he says, I press and then a black glass part rises between us and the driver.

Pedro raises his hand to your face, pulling you for a kiss, his lips taste like some strong drink, he sucks your tongue, bites your lower lip and whispers in your ear

"You can't even imagine how much I was waiting to put my hand under this dress." You open your legs, putting one on top of his, giving yourself to whatever he wants.

Pedro plays with the fabric of the dress, until you feel his fingers rub your clit over your panties. You close your eyes feeling him press his finger while his mouth says dirty things in your ear, you let out an involuntary moan, Pedro looks at you and tells you to be quiet, you smile and disguise.

You notice something in his hand that is bandaged, you bend to see and his nails have some kind of sticker, he laughs as you stretch his fingers and read _OUCH_

“What is this Pedro?!” You ask laughing, he answers between laughs "did you like it?"

We both laughed, you say yes, that you loved it, you take your hand out of his and slide on his head, your fingers wrapping in his curls, doing a massage, Pedro moans softly enjoying the massage. You watch his face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open while delighting in the massage, until you stop the movements opens his eyes staring at me. He is no longer smiling, neither you are, the atmosphere has changed, the car seems to heat up, you bring your lips closer to theirs while your other hand squeezes his thigh, going up to his groin, the tip of your nail circling the bulge that begins to harden. Pedro doesn't move, he just accepts your touches, you raise your hand until you find his belt, you open it and pull the zipper down, the only movement he makes with his body and raise his hips to give you access. You slide your hand in and feel his hot cock, you squeeze it and he moans throwing his head back. You raise your hand to the waistband of his boxers and run your index finger through the wet head with pre cum, he lets out a low swear word, when he sees you take his finger on your lips and suck it.

The car stop and you see that you are in front of your place.

Pedro stretches his hand over his thigh, adjusting the pants that shows his cock completely hard, you help him fix his belt and he gets out of the car. He extend his hand to you, you hold it firmly and leave, you take the keychain inside your bag, but it is so difficult to find the right one, because your brain freezes when you feel Pedro so close to your back, his hand playing with your hair, his fingers going up your back to the shoulders where he gently slide his nails, you hum

"This way we won't even get past the elevator Jose" he lets out a low giggle whispering a sorry.

As soon as you enter the hall, you press the elevator button and you feel that it is the twelve longest seconds of your life, the two of you looking closely at the elevator display, the tension is palpable, you look without blinking at the decreasing numbers _19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10_ you count down mentally and when the ten arrives, you feel Pedro hold your nape tightly, pulling you until you back hits his chest, he runs his nose through your shoulder until he reaches your jaw, where he licks and bites gently

"If that fucking elevator takes five more seconds to open, I swear to God I'll fuck you on that table over there, after all I haven't won my trophy yet" he says that and turns your neck to the side, making you see the little table where the flowers in the hall are.

The elevator warns you that it is on the ground floor scares you, your heart accelerates, you look at Pedro who is still so close to your face and just nod your head towards the elevator door.

As soon as you enter, you press number 24, when the doors close, you ask Pedro to hold your bag, he holds and stares at you, you lean your back against the elevator wall and squat a little and putting your hand under your dress - thank God the side slit helped me - you take off your panties and when tou get up you find his eyes looking at you and looking for cameras in the elevator, you giggle and approach to get your bag while knead your panties in your hand and put them in his front pocket.

Pedro doesn't say anything, the growl that comes out of his throat speaks more than a thousand words.

The elevator warns tou that you are on the right floor, but you still need to look for the key inside the bag.

“Key, right?” He says while you search my bag

_God, I had them in my hand a few minutes ago_

Pedro pushes you against the wall, at the same time he slides his fingers on your lips making you open them, he puts two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck it, he takes out his fingers and holds your chin, making you raise your face more towards him, giving you a quick kiss, he slides his fingers wet with your saliva inside the slit of your dress, his fingers rubbing your clit, sticking two fingers in your pussy.

You let out a low moan and then kiss, your left hand on his chin smoothing his beard while the other still looks for a key inside the bag.

His fingers in and out of you, you suck his lip and move away, interrupting the kiss you raise my hand, shaking the key between your fingers

“Found it!”

He laughs and takes his fingers out of you, and takes it to his lips, sucking. You open the door, Pedro pulls you towards your room, which he is already familiar with, he sits on your bed, takes your panties out of his pocket and extends it to his side and says:

“You did this, can you take off my clothes as well?”

Without thinking, you approach him, you knee down and start with the boots and socks, never breaking eye contact.

You are between his legs and drag your hands until you find his belt, unbuckle and slowly open a button, stop and look at him, as if asking for permission

"Yeah babe, like this" he says with a smile on his face, you open the other button and open the zipper. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull his pants so slowly that you can feel the anxiety in the air.

You throw his pants to the side and see how hard he is, you slide your hands over his underwear, his cock is pulsating and hot, kneeling in front of him, you bring your face closer to his cock and run your tongue over his underwear following the entire length, feeling the moisture in the fabric.

Pedro sighs and looks up, murmuring something you don't even understand, you just feel his left hand grabbing your hair, letting out a growl he tells you to get up and sit on his lap. You get up and when you put your hand on the zipper of the dress to take it off, Pedro interrupts me

"Deja el vestido puesto!"

You put one leg on each side of his hip, Pedro moans low when he feels your wet pussy in contact with his thigh, you feel his hand squeezing your nape again, you smile at him while your hands play with the details of the shirt he wears.

"You are so wet babe" without answering you just kiss, your lips touch each other first softly, you feel tickled when the mustache he rubs against your skin, his hand loosens the grip on your hair and slowly goes down your back, the kiss goes wide, you bite his lower lip, pulling between his teeth and licking when releasing,

Pedro never moves his hand away from your body, you feel his thigh press your pussy, you rub yourself feeling the few hairs on his leg in contact with your swollen clit and in need of touch, Pedro lowers his hand to your hip, pulling you down while raising his thigh, you release a moan in his mouth, so what he says is enough for your body to know that he is in complete abstinence "Ride on my thigh... enjoy rubbing against me" Pedro lies on the bed, wearing only his shirt and underwear, you put your hands on his chest and you start rubbing slowly. Pedro doesn't take his eyes off yours, his hand is still on your hip encouraging me to speed up the movements, leading me.

You throw your head back, feeling a heat take over your body, you feel the orgasm rise in your stomach, your clit pulsating, feeling his thigh slide easily in your excitement.

"Come on babe give me, I want to feel you" Pedro begs and squeezes your breast over the dress, you rub harder feeling your orgasm wet his whole thigh "Oh my god Pedro please"

"Yeah babe like that ride me like that" you moan his name, you murmur things that you don't even know what they mean, as soon as you feel your body calm down you open your eyes and there they are, those brown eyes burning me, eqting you alive. You get out of his thigh, dragging you down until you get on your knees on the floor, Pedro runs two fingers on his wet thigh and moans while licking his fingers, as if you were his favorite dessert.

He leans on his left elbow and stares at you you run your nails through his legs, reaching the waistband of his boxers, and before pulling you look him in the eyes and say softly

"Let me demonstrate how important you are my dear"

You slowly pull his undies, his cock jumps hitting his tummy, drops of pre cum flooding his cock head.

You hold his cock by the base and make slow movements from the bottom up, watching the fat drops of pre cum accumulate, wetting your fingers. Without taking your eyes off his eyes you put his cock in your mouth and make circles with the tip of your tongue, cleaning his excitement, you put it in your mouth until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, extending your hands and stroke his tummy inside his fancy shirt.

"Help me get this out" you let go of his cock and get up, carefully opening the velcro of his arm sling, you help him take off his shirt throwing it to the side where his clothes turn to a pile. Pedro pulls you making you ride on his lap, you feel his cock hit against your clit, you put your hand between your bodies and holding his cock by the base you fit into your pussy and sit, feeling every inch of it inside you.you both moan loudly, you stand still and help put the arm sling again

"I want you to be safe babe" he laughs and squeezes your ass and moves his hips up entering deeper into you, you push him to lie down and lean over him, gluing your lips to his you bounce on his cock for a while.

"Take off that dress" he says. You get up and pull the side zipper of your dress, Pedro calls you with his fingers and asks you to lie on the bed, he kneels between your legs and stroke your thighs, your belly, circling your nipples.

"I won tonite anyways" he says as he holds his cock by the base and rubs it against your clit.

Pedro slides his cock inside you slowly, taking advantage of every inch, while smoothing the side of your thigh threatening to snap you stretch your hands and scratch his thick thighs.

You feel his nails scratch your thigh and soon the burning of the slap "Come on babe take me all" you push your hips against his, the only sound in the room is your breaths with low moans.

Pedro slides his hand down your neck, squeezing and down until he finds your nipples, he squeezes and rotates between his fingers, making you squeeze his cock with your pussy "fuck Pedro, please I need more" he stop moving, he just keeps looking at me raising an eyebrow while squeezing your nipple between his fingers

"Do you need more? "And giggles

You slide your foot on his tummy pushing him away, you kneel on the bed getting face to face with him, you lick and bite every piece of skin you find, you jerking him off, feeling your fingers get wet with pre cum and your excitement

"On all fours my little bitch" he orders with a slap on your ass, you turn around getting your face pressed against the mattress, you feel Pedro's hand stroke your ass, and then the sound of a slap echoes through the room next to your moan, another slap and you hear him squat, then his lips are in your pussy, his tongue entering you like a cock, he moans against your pussy, making you feel the vibrations of his hoarse voice.

Before getting up you feel his saliva dripping through your pussy, another slap on your ass and you feel his cock hitting your clitoris, rubbing you hard, he moans and curses not being able to have both hands free, Pedro sticks his whole cock into your pussy, taking a loud moan from both of you.

"Fuck Pedro don't fucking stop please" he trust hard, you feel another orgasm forming, his skin hitting against you, his hand passing through your back, scratching your skin.

"Touch your clit, give me one more babe one fucking more" you put your hand in the middle of your legs and it doesn't take many movements to cum on his cock, you feel yourself explode, making you scream the name of Pedro.

"Fuck babe I'm going to fill your pussy" Pedro speed up the movements, his left hand squeezing your hip hard, you feel hot jets of cum flooding your pussy, Pedro moaning your name while slapping your ass a few more times

"Your pussy is milking me you fucking bitch" Pedro throws himself next to you on the bed, breathing with difficulty, he looks at you and laughs and now you realize that he didn't even take off his glasses, the disheveled hair gives an extremely unique look. Him.

"Fuck the awards" he says laughing, panting, you kiss him and say softly

"More awards to come Pedrito, relax" he smiles stretching his hand and slapping you in the ass

"I will win them all! Let's go to the shower"

Pedro stares at you as you undo the velcro of his arm sling “What?" He just smiles saying that out of nowhere, the bathtub is almost full, you enter and feel your feet thank the hot water, you sit down and call him, he approaches and sits behind you, pulling you to have your back glued to his chest, you put your head between his neck and shoulder, stretching your right hand while you play with his hair.

You feel his left hand playing with your nipples, slowly going down yourbelly until you find my clit.

"Hmmm I'm still not happy I need more awards" he says this and puts his leg under yours, making it almost impossible for you to close your legs, the middle and index finger draw circles through your clit, in and out his finger inside you. You tilt your head more looking for his lips, kissing him while you release moans every time you feel him put two fingers inside your pussy.

"I want you to hold my cock with that beautiful hand and put it in that tight little pussy and ride me "

Every word he said was a thrust of his fingers inside you, you turn around and sit on his lap, holding his cock with your right hand, Pedro doesn't wait a second and is already pushing myou down to bury himself inside you. Pedro sucks and bites your nipples, climbs his tongue until he finds your lips, his hand holding your ass tigh, guiding how he wants me to roll.

"Fuck, you're so hot, that pussy squeezes me so hard"

Your moan is loud, your nails scratch his shoulders, your lips meet the skin of his neck where you slide your tongue whispering in his ear how you love to feel his cock all inside you.

Pedro holds the back of your neck making you look into his eyes "Cum on my cock, squeeze me" you grind more feeling your clit rubbing on his lower belly, the orgasm growing inside you, your hands hold his shoulders tightly

"Fuck I'm going to cum"

His hand grabs my neck, squeezing hard as he orders "Now" your moans are weak due to the force he holds your neck, you feel your body tremble

"I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with cum, kiss me please" your kiss is desperate, your moans are loud, Pedro’s hand runs through your body desperate to touch every inch of your skin.

"Fuck, that was much better than any award" he speaks in the midst of laughter you kiss his shoulder and bury your face on his neck

"Always so good... Hmmm pizza and beers?" He laughs loudly and gives you a slow kiss.

"Fuck yeah pizza and beers!"

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punkshort · 5 months

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18+ account - minors do not interact warnings/tags included on each individual work.

No use of Y/N in anything.

Thank you for reading ❤️

Series

The Way We Were - series [complete] : You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Look What We've Become - series [sequel to TWWW - complete] : You are tasked with taking a young girl back to her family while trying to salvage your relationship with Joel after certain events cause the biggest strain either of you have ever had to face.

I'll Be Home For Christmas [complete, but sporadic updates] Having just caught your fiancé cheating on you, you decide to come back home from the big city to Austin for the month of December to try to figure out your next step. You had no idea you would be getting more than you bargained for with the handsome single dad who built your parents' house.

Somewhere to Run - series [complete] : You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

I Know Who You Are - series [in progress]: A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

Roommates - series [in progress]: Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, lines get blurred.

One-Shots/Requests

I hate when you're right : After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him to leave Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Have A Good Night [coming soon]: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

One-Shots/Requests/Collections

The Stranger: An unexpected visitor barges into your new apartment, turning your whole life upside down, then disappears just as quickly. Or does he?

-> Unveiled - pt. 2 of The Stranger

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dokoni-mo · 1 year

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Crave: Part Three || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: Your first time with him.

NSFW // smut

word count: 8,088

warnings: age gap relationship (reader is 20 while William is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, allusions to dysfunctional parent-child relationships, talks of divorce and custody battles, smoking, will is a bit delusional, will has scars, corruption kink, usage of pet names, Will is a bit of a creep, obsessive behavior like REALLY obsessive, and possessive, sensual touching, swearing, Michael is briefly in this too, kissing, brief and faint sir kink, breeding kink, aftercare, also yandere vibes for a very little tiny bit, praise, body worship, fingering, virginity loss, premature ejaculation, dom/sub undertones, general smut lol

minors dni // please read warnings!!

a/n: omg omg my first fic back!! I had to polish off the rust (esp with writing smut) but i got so many requests for part three of this I just had to!! anyways I hope yall enjoy!! Ive tagged a few people whom I thought would like to read this, but if you'd like me to not tag you pls let me know! enjoy! (also just a little disclaimer, i do NOT condone this type of relationship irl!! this is just my take on being with Willy)

part one // part two // part four

William could remember the first time he ever laid eyes on you. He remembered it as plain as day and recounted it often.

In fact, it was probably one of the most solidified memories in his mind. Even more so than the birth of his children, or even the day he married his ex-wife. He could recall every single little detail; what clothes you and him wore, what you smelled like that day, how you styled your hair. Every last little bit, he remembered. The first meeting is always important, yes. But this one was much more important to William. In a way in which he doubted anyone but you would understand.

For it was the first time in nearly all his life that William wasn't faking.

From very early on, William knew he wasn't normal. Or, at the very least, what everyone else deemed as normal. Even as a boy, William was hard to excite, or even get some sort of reaction out of. Toys, games, new friends, holidays; none of it was ever appealing to him. He found it all boring. It caused his mother great worry too. William could see the way she looked at him. Even as a boy, he knew what that look meant.

Perhaps that's why he began to lash out in his early years. That's why he was labeled a "problem child".

William had thought that if conventional means of joy and excitement couldn't elicit a response out of him, perhaps other means would. Lying, cheating, getting into trouble. It had some effect, he had to admit. The thrill of it all. He had gotten pretty good at not being caught, too. But, of course he would slip up some times. That's when the trouble arose. William was emotive, at last, sure. But no one liked it. At least, no one liked how it came about. His mother often scolded him. Teachers too. And, if William had a father that gave two shits, he was sure he would've received punishment from the man as well.

It was confusing. Terribly, terribly confusing. Couldn't he finally be happy doing what he loved? That's all his mother wanted, wasn't it? What everyone else wanted, too? For William to find himself, and be emotive?

Then why were they mad at him. Every. Single. Time.

It was frustrating. And, the more frustrated William grew, the more he acted out.

It was a balancing match made in hell. And William grew tired of it all. William accepted that in order for him to have peace, he must comply. Mr. Afton would have to wear a mask of his own face, and be what everyone wanted him to be.

Charming. Handsome. Intelligent. Charismatic. Great husband. Better father. Businessman. Inventor. Successful. Approachable.

William played these charades for nearly 40 years now. Enough to where the lines on his face grew deeper, and the roots of his hair turned grey. He played it through the unpleasant surprise that was his eldest, Michael. Then again at his wedding to that bitch Clara. Again though Elizabeth and Evan's births. Then continued after the divorce. And on through the custody battle. And on and on all the way to now.

Every. Single. Day. For 40 years.

William was tired of it but found no avenue to stop. If he dropped the act now, he couldn't even imagine the headache that would be the fallout of it all.

He had to keep it up. He had to. This was the life he made for himself. He made his bed long ago, and now he had to sleep in it. William was in a prison of his own making. That no one even knew was constructed. He hated that he got Michael out of all of his kids. He hated his business. He hated his neighbors. He hated his friends that weren't Henry. He hated his fancy house, expensive car, and clothes.

This life was his fate, and how unfortunate he was.

Or so he thought.

He didn't want to pay for Michael's college. William would never admit it out loud, but he thought that boy trying to make something of himself other than a minimum-wage employee was a joke. That's why he forced Michael to pay his own way. In reality, he told Michael it was to "make him more of a man", but William knew his son saw right through it. Michael could be smart, sometimes.

Sometimes.

Because Michael was, in fact, a minimum-wage employee at his father's diner, the young man couldn't afford much else than the local community college. Not that that was a bad thing to the young man; Michael didn't care that much. William wouldn't have cared either way, but Michael's compliance made things easier. And, being around other people his age, Michael was out of the house more often. This meant less fights that William would have to deal with weekly. It was a win-win all around.

And, when Michael was home, he would often be accompanied by one or two of his friends. William didn't mind, as long as his house was kept tidy, and no one made too much noise. Any distraction that would take his idiot of a son away from him was welcome.

If William was around when Michael showed up with a friend, William was polite enough to them. A smile and a how are you, perhaps even a question or two. Just small talk, enough to keep up his façade of good dad, better person.

That was until, years into his university, Michael brought you over.

William was in his house that day, doing paperwork at the kitchen table with a cigarette pluming smoke in the ashtray nearby. The Diner was closed whilst the state was doing their bi-annual health inspection. While Mr. Afton preferred to keep himself occupied to his workshop in the basement, he thought that perhaps a change of scenery could do him some good. Smoking in the basement made it stuffy down there, anyway.

He would later be so, so grateful for this decision.

From the opposite end of the house, William heard Michael's keys in the door, twisting the lock to let the young man in. Listening a second longer, William could discern two sets of feet walking along the wooden lining of his foyer, along with two hushed whispers bantering amongst themselves.

Mr. Afton breathed a quiet sigh through his nose.

Great. Michael was home. And dragged some other runt along the way.

William knew that in order to reach Michael's room, his son and his friend would have to go upstairs. And, much to William's dismay, the entrance to the stairs was positioned in such a way that his son and his friend would have to go through the kitchen.

Great.

Hearing the footsteps grow closer and the whispers louder, Mr. Afton leaned back in his chair, tamping out his cigarette in the process. Grey eyes situated on the paperwork in front of him, William put on his well-rehearsed soft, friendly smile, waiting for his son to show himself.

Michael was the first to round the corner, the care-free smile slowly fading off the young man's face as he saw his father sitting in the kitchen. Sensing Michael's presence in the doorway, William looked up from his work and to his son, his fake smile growing to make up for the disgust he felt.

"Dad..." Michael groaned, "What are you doing here? I thought you had work today..."

William chuckled, "Michael, I told you this morning. Inspection, remember?"

Michael rolled his eyes and sighed, looking around the corner of the door and saying a few more hushed words. Whoever his son's friend was, they must be shy. William couldn't blame them too much. Mr. Afton was probably the most popular guy in town these days, with the amount of business the Diner had brought in.

Michael turned his attention back to his father, "I have a friend over. Is that alright? Or are you gonna throw another fit?"

William clenched his jaw, "Of course, of course, it's no trouble at all! Just keep it quiet upstairs, yeah?"

Rolling his eyes again, Michael said a few more words around the corner before making his way to the stairs. William had dropped his gaze for a moment to fill in a few of his signatures. When he sensed that his son's friend had finally shown themselves around the corner, William looked up to give them a friendly smile.

Oh, and there you were.

Adorable, precious, beautiful, darling you.

The world around him seemed to fade away when William laid his pale grey eyes on you for the first time. Instantly, he knew you were the single most breathtaking creature he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. You put his ex-wife to shame ten times over. A hundred times, even. All of his past flings as well. They were nothing compared to you.

You were a timid little thing. William could tell by the pink on your cheeks and your hands clasped in front of you. You had a small, soft little smile; your lips so perfectly round and plump. The way your hair had framed your face made you look as if you were hung in the Louvre itself. Your eyes were kind, looking at the older man with a warmth William didn't know possible. Genuine warmth, too.

The way you looked at him. The way you carried yourself. The way you smelled, even halfway across the room. The way you smiled. The way those clothes hugged you in all the right places. The way your body curved and bent...

William swallowed the saliva building up the back of his throat. Without noticing, his lips had begun to part, but he was quick to fix it with a smile.

You gave Mr. Afton a tiny little wave as you shuffled awkwardly towards the stairs behind his son, your voice barely above a peep.

"Hi, Mr. Afton." You had said, "Sorry to interrupt you..."

Shit. Your little voice saying his name like that. It matched you so well.

William's smile grew as he leaned forward in his chair, setting his paperwork to the side.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, love." He said in his thickly accented voice, "At least you're getting that one out of my hair for a while, yeah?"

William almost never made jokes at the expense of others. At least, not around everyone else. He kept his true feelings in his mind most of the time. He knew most folk wouldn't react too kindly to what he really thought of them. But you...

You didn't seem the type to need such filters. He could see it already. You were the type of person to tell it how it is, and not apologize for it. Just like how he wanted to be.

How interesting.

You let out a little giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. William could feel his jaw clench again. Why were you hiding yourself from him? He wanted to see your smile. Your laugh was so cute, surely your smile is too.

William felt himself still. William wanted to see it. Your smile. That was the first time he had ever wanted someone's smile. And the fact you laughed at his joke about his son...

"Yeah, well, it's not like I wanted to, but someone's gotta do it!" You responded with sarcasm, Michael's groan making you giggle to yourself again.

Without even having to force it, William felt a laugh bubble up from the bottom of his chest. He heard it reverberate off the walls of his shiny, sleek kitchen, and it surprised him greatly. Mr. Afton couldn't remember the last time he didn't have to force a laugh. Let alone a smile. All attempts from others just made him cringe on the inside.

Idiots.

Michael had dragged you up the stairs after your little joke, annoyed by the banter between you and his father. William's eyes were fixated on you as you disappeared from sight, watching as your cute little legs carried you up his staircase.

From your height compared to his kitchen counter, William could deduce that you were much shorter than him. If he had to guess, you'd probably only about come up to his shoulder. From the lingering smell in the air too, he could tell that you took good care of yourself. You were clean. Fresh. Supple. And, from the tiny bit of your personality he saw that afternoon, William already knew he liked you. In fact, it was from that moment on that William would think of you.

He encouraged Michael to bring over more friends in hopes that you'd come back. If you weren't in his house, William found himself wondering where you were. What you were up to. What your routine was. What he assumed to be an infatuation quickly grew. He begun to think of you more frequently. When sitting down for a meal, he would wonder if you would like what he had made. William wondered what such a cute little thing like you was doing in this nowhere town. Did you have dreams away from here? Is this were you wanted to be? He had never seen you in his diner before, he was sure of it. He would've surely remembered such a pretty little thing. Although, his diner was the talk of the town. For both adults like yourself and for children. So where were you?

You became illusive to him. You were full of mystery, and he had to know more. It would never be enough. He wanted more. William began drilling Michael about who you were. This was met by some animosity by the young man, but William didn't fucking care. Eventually, when Michael became obsolete of information, William took to other means. He would eavesdrop around the diner on the security cameras, hoping one of the other college kids in there would utter your name. It was slim pickings, but the thrill of it is what got to William.

Every single little thing he learned about you was priceless to him. He committed it all to memory, as if you would vanish if he had not. You were a plague to him. It was your name he thought of first thing in the morning, and it was the last thing he moaned quietly into the night. His fantasies grew dirtier by the day. He had imagined you in oh so many different scenarios. Different positions. Places. Outfits.

Everything about you was perfect to William. From the very top of your head to the very bottom of your feet. You were his soulmate. He just knew it. Every single little thing about you had been crafted just for him. Everything you did, said, perfection. He could be so, so good for you, just as you'd be so good for him. He made more than enough money to spoil you rotten. His house was big enough for you to move in. Not that you'd need the extra space. Of course you'd be sharing a bed with him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Couldn't you see it? How you and him were meant to be? Couldn't you picture your budding life together with him? This is what all those years of suffering were for. To lead him to you. You were his everything. His sun, moon and stars. The oxygen he breathed. The food he ate. The ground he walked on. All of it.

You.

His precious, precious little bunny.

William already knew he loved you. He did, he really did. He didn't have to fake that part about him. Loving you came as naturally to him as breathing. And with you pinned underneath him, Mr. Afton felt as if he was on cloud 9.

Sure, this isn't exactly how he'd plan things to go. He didn't want to have his first time with you on his couch. You were better than that. You deserved all the nice things he had to offer. But William wasn't too sure he could contain himself long enough to carry you to his bedroom. He had already waited so long to have you. Surely you wouldn't mind, right?

You didn't seem to, at the very least. As the man continued to grope and squeeze at your chest, his other hand ripping his tie off, he studied your face carefully. His pale eyes never left your pretty little face, not even for a moment. Your cute little hands were gripping the fabric of his couch, and soft little moans escaped past your puffy lips every so often. Your eyes were focused on his arm rather than his face.

He found this to be a shame. He understood that you were probably embarrassed, perhaps even overwhelmed. This was your first time with him, after all. Oh, but it just wouldn't do, little bunny. He wanted your eyes on him.

Where they should be.

After finally getting his black tie off, William used his free hand to slip underneath your chin, using his pointer finger and thumb to tilt it up towards him. Your glossy doe eyes met his, and he could feel an uncontrollable grin creep across his handsome features.

Just look at you. Not even five minutes in, and already so eager to please him. William could see how much you were enjoying yourself already, the pleasure of it all making the ache in his pants all the more tighter.

Patience, William, patience. The night is still young.

You are something to be savored. Not just a quick fix.

"(Y/N), my darling," Mr. Afton said to you, feeling the heat radiating off your cheeks, "keep your eyes on me. I want to see you, love."

William leaned down to kiss you again, feeling how your hands gently found a spot on his chest before he could do so.

"W-wait..." you peeped out, making William still his movements. He pulled away from you for a moment, his smile falling as he looked into your worried eyes.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, "Please, tell me. Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, "N-No! It's just-"

William removed his hands from you, clasping your little fingers around his own, "Please, my bunny. Whatever it is, I'll fix it immediately. Please tell me."

Mr. Afton watched you like a hawk a you looked over your shoulder towards his door, the heat on your cheeks creeping down your pretty little neck at his words.

"It's just..." you whispered to him, "What if Michael walks in on us? He should be back any minute, right?"

Oh, that. The lie he told you. He had forgotten all about that, actually. William was glad you reminded him.

Mr. Afton pressed a small kiss to your fingers to ease your worries.

"Don't worry about him, my love." He said, admiring your features as if they were fine art, "It's all taken care of, I promise. Keep your focus on me, darling. On us. You can do that for me, hm?"

After studying his face for a moment, William watched as you nodded in response, making his smile widen as he kissed your fingers once again.

"Can we maybe just move, erm... this, somewhere else then?" You asked, "Please?"

Oh. So you did mind. William mentally kicked himself. Stupid fool. Of course you would mind. How could he have overlooked that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

William leaned in and kissed your sweet lips one more time.

"Of course, bunny." He whispered to you, finally letting go of your hands. William got off from on top of you and planted his feet on the ground. Once he was secure, he leaned down to you again and slipped you into his strong arms, holding you bridal-style close to his toned chest. He felt his heart swell inside of him as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck, nuzzling your cute face into his neck. Gently, the older man carried you through his house and into his dark bedroom, using one of his legs to push the door open.

Once inside, William gently laid you down on top of his bed, giving you a kiss before leaving breifly to shut his door. After he was sure that it was shut tightly, William turned his attention back to you.

Heat creeped down his face and neck when he saw his precious bunny on top of his bed. Oh, little one. If only you knew how many times he had pictured you there. How many times your name was repeated over and over like a mantra within these very walls. Even with all the fantasies William had played over and over in his mind, none of them compared to the real thing. Just look at you. So so cute.

And just for him.

Walking back over to you, William was sure to drink in the sight of you on his bed, and commit it to memory. His hands on autopilot, William unbuttoned his purple dress-shirt as he neared closer, exposing his chest to you.

You must've felt awkward being the only one with all your clothes still on. He saw how you went to shrug off your jacket, but was quick to stop you as he took his place on top of you once again.

Silly bunny. That was his job.

"Ah, ah, my darling." He whispered to you, gently taking your hands away from yourself, "No need to worry about that. Just let me do all the work, yeah? Just relax, and let me take care of you."

Mr. Afton saw that his words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Your eyes weren't on him. Instead, they were lain gently on the expanse of his chest, going up and down over and over. The dim lighting made it a little hard to see exactly, but William knew what you were doing. Ogling him.

William wasn't sure how much harder he could get. Look at you. Precious little you, drooling over his chest. What a good little bunny. That's exactly where your eyes should be, little one. On him. And only him. He only had eyes for you, so wouldn't you do the same for him? Of course you would, bunny, of course. By the end of the night, you will. Mr. Afton is gonna show you so many levels of burning hot pleasure you didn't even know existed. Why? Because you'll be his. His bunny. No one else's. And if anyone dared try take you away, then well-

"How did you get these?" William heard you peep out to him, snapping him out of his trance.

He felt one of your little hands pull out of his grip, and gently trace lines up and down his chest and stomach, earning a shudder out of him. Elation ran through his veins, knowing this was the first time you had ever touched him. Touched a man like that, too. Slowly, whilst coming down from his high, William could recognize the patterns you were tracing.

Ah, yes. Those. He had forgotten about those, too. His scars. He hadn't even remembered to warn you first. He knew that at first glance, they did look rather gnarly.

But, still. You didn't seem to mind. You were his good bunny, after all. Of course you'd be good for him. Love him no matter what he looked like. Just like how he loved you.

While you continued to feel up his chest, William shrugged off the remains of his dress shirt and tossed it to the floor. He subsequently leaned down close to you, capturing your lips in another kiss. The following ones trailed down the side of your face and to your exposed neck, earning another whimper of pleasure out of you.

"It's nothing to worry about, love." He whispered to you, pressing more kisses to your skin, "Let's just say the early designs of my spring-lock suits weren't without their... flaws."

"Do they hurt?" You asked him, your little fingers finding a place on his shoulders.

William's breath fanned across your heated skin as he chuckled, "You ask far too many questions, bunny."

William gently bit down against the swell of your neck, earning another gasp out of you.

"Just, relax, little one." He said, his hands slowly working your jacket off of you and discarding it to the floor, "Do you want to stop?"

"N-no! I just..." you trailed off, your voice fading to a whisper "I just want you to be okay."

Mr. Afton picked his gaze up from your neck to look into your eyes, committing to memory the pink on your cheeks. Oh, precious, darling little bunny. If only you knew just how much he loved you. If only you knew just how you made him feel; the gravity of your presence around him.

The older man leaned forward to kiss your neck again, his large hand gently slipping underneath your shirt.

"My darling bunny," William whispered, "you're far too kind. So, so good for me. My bunny. Mine."

The brit's movements begun to get more frantic and passionate as his hand crept up to your chest, groping and squeezing from under your shirt. Your moans became more frequent in conjunction, along with the sheer amount of bruises and marks he was sucking into your soft, warm skin. Your hands found their way across his bare shoulders, one eventually travelling up to tussle into his dark brown hair. William rumbled out a groan from the back of his throat as he continued attacking your neck.

Once he was certain that you'd have plenty of hickeys in the morning, William detached himself from you and sat back slightly. His hand ran further up your chest, pulling your shirt along with it. Once your garment was halfway up your torso, William brought his other large, calloused to the base.

"May I remove this for you, my sweet?" He asked through half-lidded eyes, the tent in his pants growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. His mind told him over and over to just cut to the chase and pound you into the mattress already, but he dismissed the thought. He needed patience. William had waited for this day far too long to piss it away. He wanted to savor it. Stretch it out as long as possible. Not only for his selfish reasons, but for your sake too. You were a virgin, after all. He didn't want to scare you away, oh no. Eventually you'll get the hang of it, anyway. Don't worry about that, little one. William promises to show you how all of it is done. Show you just how amazing he can make you feel, and spoil you rotten in the process. Give you the treatment that only his bunny gets to have.

But, for now, slow and steady it is.

You looked him in his eyes as you gave him a timid nod, making another grin stretch across his face.

"Let me hear your words, darling." He said.

"Y-yes, Mr. Afton. Please... take it off." you responded.

Fucking hell you were so goddamned cute. Sweet bunny if only you knew just how many times he imagined your cute little voice saying those exact words to him. How long he dreamt of it.

Another shudder ran through the man's veins as he pulled your shirt off of you, leaving you bare-chested in front of him.

"Please, love," he whispered, "Call me William."

The tips of his fingers ghosted over the expanse of your chest and stomach, earning a shudder of your own under his touch. Leaning down, the older man pressed more open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and chest and his hands crept down further, stopping at the hem of your pants.

"Though, if you're up for it," he continued, "I'm quite fond of sir as well."

Before you could babble out any sort of response, William gave a few more open-mouthed kisses to the space right above your pants, your hands finding a home in his hair again. Your soft whimpers underneath the brit made his kisses all the more violent, and his hands all the more wandering. They traveled underneath you, coping a few feels at your butt before slowly trailing down your thighs.

It was getting harder by the second for the brit to control himself. He wanted to go slow, he really did, for you. But he wasn't too sure how much longer he could restrain himself from taking you as his. Here you were, right where he had wanted you for so long. Moaning and whimpering underneath him just like he wanted you to. You were already so good for him, even without him having to coach you on what to do. You truly were made for him.

So, perhaps you would forgive him for picking up the pace a little bit.

Could you do that for him, bunny?

"How about we remove these next, yeah?" He asked you through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, his fingers picking at the hem of your pants.

You nodded in response again. Embarrassed and bashful.

Oh, naughty naughty bunny. Didn't he tell you to use your voice?

"Words, darling." He reminded you, his tone soft yet laced with firmness. He didn't want to punish you, no. Not yet, at the very least. It was your first time, and William was a generous man. He could let you off the hook this time, bunny.

This time.

"William, please..." you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Afton had to take a long, deep breath through his nose to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head, a cold, sharp shudder running down his body. Begging him already? Oh, sweet little one, you were made for him. You were you were you were. You were what he was put on this earth for. Not his stupid fucking business, or being a father. No. Not at all. It was for you. He was put on this earth for you. To be your man. To give you every single little thing your precious heart desired. Money. Fame. Love. Pleasure. All of it. All of it for you. And oh did he have plenty to give you. You were his soulmate, he was sure of it. How else could you be here now? How else would he have happened to find you in this small, puny town? Amongst all these fucking idiots? You and him were meant to be, little bunny. Couldn't you see it too? Just look at you. William fits so perfectly on top of you, doesn't he? And you look so adorable underneath him with that blushy face of yours. His sweet little rabbit. His darling beloved. His sweet angel. His treasure. His love. His. His. HIS. HIS. HI-

...

Oh.

Oh shit.

Pressing a few more kisses to your belly, he snuck one of his hands down to feel around his crotch. The tips of his fingers were greeted by a small wet patch.

Damn. He really got carried away that time. First on his phone call with you, and again now? Could you notice? No, surely not. It was too dim in his room. His pants were dark too, so that made it all the more unlikely. You probably wouldn't care either way.

He was still plenty hard for you.

Composure, William, composure. Don't ruin all the fun before it even begins.

Making sure to settle down the many thoughts in his head, William gently lifted your legs and cute little butt off of his bed. Slowly, he was able to discard your pants off of you, giving your shins and thighs a few small kisses as his hands returned to the hem of your underwear.

"This too, love?" He asked.

Out of instinct, you nodded again, "Yes, but... what about you?"

William breathed out a chuckle. Silly bunny. Don't tell him you're becoming the impatient one now. As adorable as it was, William had to still go slow on you. Patience, little one.

"That'll be soon, rabbit." He told you, one of his fingers hooking underneath your underwear, "You are a virgin, yes?"

He already knew the answer to that. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"Yeah, I am... Is that a proble-"

"No, no, little bunny, no." He said in response, gently sliding your underwear down your legs and discarding it on the floor, "I just have to make sure you're prepared. Besides..."

William shifted his weight down so he was face-to-face with your lower half, guiding your thighs to rest on his shoulders. Looking up at you, he pressed his kisses into your soft flesh, throwing in a few bites for good measure as he cupped your heated sex in his palm.

"Your body is so beautiful, my love." He said, "I want to savor every part of you. My needs can come later."

William watched as your whined and squirmed underneath him as his hand made contact with your lower half, his cock aching inside of his pants yet again.

"I will warn you bunny," the brit said, "It may sting a little to start with, yeah? Are you okay with that?"

You swallowed the saliva that had been pooling in the back of your throat, "Y-Yes, that's okay. I trust you."

William let out a satisfied hum, "Good bunny."

Slowly, William trailed his hand downwards, the tip of his middle finger inching close to your hole. Mr. Afton had to swallow the saliva that invaded his mouth at the sight, worried about drooling on you and making a fool of himself. If he could focus, he would be able to tell that his hands were trembling with excitement. Oh if only you knew how long he had dreamed of this day. He was already halfway there. Halfway to making you his. He just had to make sure his precious bunny was ready first.

He didn't want you in any pain when he filled you up with his love.

William gave you a few seconds to get ready before he pushed his finger inside of you, immediately making your back arch and your hands find his shoulders and hair. The grip you had on his grey-brown locks was tight, but compared to the elation he felt while inside of you, it was nothing. A pitiful drop in the bucket of his ecstasy. You were so warm around him. So so warm and tight. A million times better than what his fantasies made him believe. And a trillion times better than those sex toys he bought.

Mr. Afton let his excitement get the better of him just a touch as he begun to pump his long, bony finger in and out of you. His other hand gripped as your thigh, squeezing it as his lips placing gentle kisses on the flesh of it as a form of silent praise.

The noises his finger made going in and out of you were sinful, and echoed off of the walls of his room. Or perhaps, his shared room now. It'd only be a matter of time now before he'd ask you to move in, if all went according to plan. He was pleased to see that you eventually loosened up around his digit and you started to become more comfortable, once all the residual pain had subsided. This is when you started to moan for him. Quiet at first, but gradually got louder and louder as he found the more tender parts of your insides.

William's eyes would often flutter shut as he heard his sweet bunny's sounds underneath him. He was elated that you were enjoying yourself. If William knew he did one thing right in his life, he knew he was pleasing you like you wanted. He could die happy knowing that. That he got one chance with you; got to hear his bunny's sweet songs just once.

But, no, no.

William was a greedy man.

He wanted more.

And he would get more.

"That's it, my beautiful little bunny," he praised you, his deep accented voiced husked with his lust, "Just like that. You're doing so amazing, my darling. So perfect for me..."

William forgot to give you a warning as he inserted another finger into you. But, with the moan that escaped your lips as he did so, he was pleased to see you didn't mind. And, he was even more pleased with the way you found your own rhythm with his fingers, helping him to finger-fuck you all the better.

"Ah- Ahh! Oh my god, Mr. A-Af- William..!" you cried out to him, your grip on his hair becoming tighter as he found the most tender part of your insides.

You were playing with fire, little one. Did you want him to have another accident?

"Oh, my sweet bunny," he groaned, trying to shift his weight to relieve some pressure off of his crotch, "yeah, that's it. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, love. Make them for me."

"W-William, I-I feel-"

"Shh, my darling, it's alright. Let it happen. Make a mess all over me, my love. I want you to. I want it, bunny. Cum all over my fingers, goregous. Don't dare hold back on me. So, so good... my precious bunny. My bunny."

The pace of William's fingers quickened the more he said, until he felt you spasm around you and a flurry of moans escaped your lips.

He did it.

He finally did it.

William has waited for so long, and he had finally done it.

Halfway there.

Halfway to go.

Mr. Afton helped you to ride out your orgasm by pressing his fingers into you a few more times. Once you had settled down, and your moans had turned into soft, breathy pants, William took his fingers out of you, pressing reassuring kisses into the plush of your thighs.

"So good, little one," he whispered to you, "You did so well, my love. Perfect, absolutely perfect."

After a few more kisses, to allow you to catch your breath, William sat up again on his knees, looking down at your sweat-gleamed, adorable little face. You were still breathing pretty hard as his hands found his belt buckle, the clink of the metal making you look up at him again.

"William... please, I need you so bad..." you breathed.

Mr. Afton's breath hitched in his throat, "I know, love, I know. And you'll have me. You've been such a good bunny for me... 'Gonna make you feel so good, my adorable little rabbit."

A rush of relief washed over William as his belt was shed to the floor, along with his sleek black trousers, making him groan. He watched as you little eyes kept flickering between his tented crotch and his face, not sure of where to look to be polite.

Silly bunny. You were allowed to look anywhere you wanted.

As William finally was able to pull off his boxers, he breathed a sigh of relief. His cock had been aching for what felt like hours now, and he was finally able to give it some relief. He could feel how he throbbed against the cold air of his room as he looked down at you once again, drinking in the sight and committing it to memory.

William knew he was a well-endowed man. Hell, that's probably why he was so popular to begin with, at least amongst the women. None of that ever mattered to him before. He didn't care. Yeah, he had a big dick. So what?

It never mattered to him, that is, until now. He could see how scared you were when you looked at him. See it in your eyes, how you worried how something like that would fit into you.

You needn't worry, sweet bunny. William would never try to hurt you. Not ever. It'll fit, sweet one, don't worry.

Don't you trust him?

Mr. Afton gave a few pumps to his length, coating it in the slick of his pre-cum as he lined up at your entrance. He could feel waves of excitement and need wash through him as the tip made contact with your flesh, making him let out another shaky breath. Though in the past the brit found missionary to be rather boring, he found himself to not mind it with you. It allowed him to be close to you. To see your face, and hear you well. All he ever wanted.

Besides, he could always try new positions next time. If you were ready.

"It might sting a little again, bunny." He warned you, "But it won't for long."

"O-Okay..." you said, "Just... Can you hold my hand? Please?"

William felt his lips part, "Yes, my love. Yes, of course."

Shifting his weight briefly onto one arm, William slipped one of his large hands into your own, interlocking his fingers with yours. His other hand was firmly situated next to your head, careful to avoid pulling on your hair.

"Good?" he asked.

You nodded, "Yes.. I'm ready now. Please, William..."

"As you wish, darling."

Excitement bubbling in his veins, William gently pushed his hips forwards, the tip of his cock entering inside of you. Along with your gasp, the man above you let out a low, breathy groan of pure, raw pleasure, a shudder making its way down his spine.

Holy fuck. It was so much better than he had imagined. You were so much better than he imagined. He was sure of it now, more than ever. You were made for him. You were pure perfection.

And all the more reason to make you his.

Get to work, William. His bunny is waiting for him.

Careful not to squeeze your hand too tightly, William let out another breathy groan as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. At the feeling of being fully sheathed inside of your hole, William felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to save-face. You were breathing rather hard underneath him, your other arm having come up to drape across his bare, scarred shoulders for extra support.

As you he felt you slowly start to relax around him, Mr. Afton pressed soft, loving kisses to your jaw and neck, the hand next to your hair stroking it softly.

"Th-That's it, love..." he whispered to you, "So good for me... My adorable bunny."

You whimpered underneath his touch, "William, I... i-it's okay to move now. Please..."

Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, William gently pulled his hips back, then thrusted up into you. He watched as you bounced slightly underneath him, a low moan escaping your lips. With all the conformation he needed, William was quick to find a steady rhythm inside of you. He never found himself to be that vocal in the bedroom from past experiences, so the brit continued to surprise himself with every groan and sigh that escaped past his lips. But, then again, it was quite different now. This was you.

And damn did you make him feel amazing.

After finding a good pace, William was able to angle himself better, trying to find the most sensitive part inside you. With one lucky guess, he was able to see how you threw your head back in pleasure, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you moaned for him.

"Ohh goddd, William..! F-Fuck, right there!" you cried out for him, your encouragement making him pick up the pace.

"Yeah, bunny?" he goaded you, "Does that feel good? You're so fucking cute. You- hahh - you feel so fucking amazing, my love, fuck..."

The brit could feel your peak drawing nearer with every clench of your walls around him, his cock twitching back in response as it continued its barrage of your most sensitive parts. This only made him snap his hips into you all the more sharply.

"(Y/N)..." he cried out to you, "(Y/N), my love. So fucking good for me. So, so good... You're perfect, (Y/N). Perfect, my bunny. Perfect."

"W-William, I-I'm gonna-"

"Me too, bunny, me too. Please, bunny - fuck - please, together, my love. Let me fill you up, my darling. With my love. Let me show you how much I adore you. Will you, my love? Please, please."

"Yes, Will! Oh my god, yes please!"

With your sweet words ringing in his ears, William made one final push inside of you, sinking in as deep as possible. Mr. Afton groaned loudly as he could feel your orgasm around him, his following not long after. He was able to manage a few tiny, sloppy thrusts inside of you as you both rode out your high, feeling as how your insides became coated with his orgasm; no, with his love.

So, so much love.

And, you, finally

were now

his.

At long, long last. He finally had you.

Happy was an understatement. Overjoyed even more so. No, William was a new man. He was now yours. Your man to protect and take care of you. And no one else's. Just as you were his now, and no one else's.

His.

It took a good while for William to catch his breath again, as well as you. Once he did so, William found the strength to pull out of you, one last ripple of pleasure washing over him. You were looking up at him through your glossy eyes and heated face, a small, dumb smile on your face as you breathed heavily. He was able to get one more kiss on your lips before he shifted his weight off of you.

"Wait here, love." He said, "I'll get something to help you clean up."

As much as it pained him to leave you without him, William knew that aftercare was important. Especially to the inexperienced. In the past, he was never fond of doing too much of it, but with you, it came naturally to him. You were such a good bunny for him, it's the least he can do to show his appreciation.

The brit was quick to disappear into his bathroom and grab a towel, feeling the cold air around him in the dark. By the time he returned, he saw that you had already turned on your side, and had wrapped yourself in nearly all the covers on his bed. Creeping closer to you, William saw that your eyes were closed; soft, steady breaths escaping past your little lips.

Damn. You were asleep already. William knew tonight would wear you out, but damn.

Looks like he still has it.

And you were far too cute to wake up now. It would just be mean if he did so. Very well. You win, bunny.

Placing the towel on his nightstand, William peeled back the last little bit of blankets you allotted him and slipped into bed behind you. You being much shorter than him, he found it easy to meld his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your little waist and pulling you close to his chest. You were so warm, and he couldn't help but take a long inhale of your scent. He was hoping to talk to you a little more after, and tell you how amazing you did, but this was fine. He could do all the in the morning. You were too cozy for now.

But that couldn't stop him from giving you some praise.

"You are perfect, my darling." He whispered into your air, as soft as he could as not to wake you, "Just as I knew you would be. You're going to learn just how much better I can make you feel, sweet thing. This is only the beginning."

William pressed a few soft kisses to your hair.

"I'm sorry I had to lie to you to get you here. I just couldn't think of any other way to get us alone. But, you'll forgive me, right?"

You didn't answer, of course.

"Oh, I know you will. If you ever find out, that is, bunny."

There's some things you're better off not knowing, anyway.

"Get plenty of rest, love. I'll be right here, I promise. I promise."

How could he ever leave you now?

"I love you."

Goodnight, little bunny.

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yerbabrava · 4 months

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how i hate those fanfics where like william and the reader are having an argument for whatever reason and out of nowhere william fucking yells at the reader and they're like "yeah william i'll shut up and listen to you and do whatever you tell me" I HATE WHEN THE READER IS SUBMISSIVE if william were to yell at me I'LL YELL BACK!!!!

FUCK SUBMISSIVE READER, I'LL SCREAM AT HIM , THROW THINGS AT HIM AND HURT MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM SO HE FEELS BAD. I want him to be scared of me, I need him to be scared of hurting me so he has to be really careful with his words when trying to manipulate me.

I don't even like when people write William as an abusive partner but if they do, why can't the reader be abusive as well? Why can't they both have an unhealthy obsession with each other? Why do I have to be the submissive one and not him?

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fanfictilltheend · 4 months

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Pedro claims he injured his arm by falling.

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creedslove · 3 months

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NEW MASTERLIST ✨

• Masterlist #1 HERE

Since I've reached 100 links in my first Masterlist, I decided to create this one which has other links that can take you to each Pedro boy individual MASTERLIST, containing the series, one shots and drabbles written for these characters.

The link for the headcanon masterlist will be displayed at the end of this post 💞

AGENT WHISKEY 🥃

• HERE

DAVE YORK 🔪

• HERE

JAVIER PEÑA 🚬

• HERE

JOEL MILLER 🍄

• HERE

MARCUS PIKE 🎨

• HERE

HEADCANONS MASTERLIST ✨

• Headcanon Masterlist ONE

• Headcanon Masterlist TWO

• Headcanon Masterlist THREE

DRABBLE MASTERLIST ✨

• Drabble Masterlist HERE

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 6

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, restraints, captivity, shaving kink, minor blood kink

Also available on AO3

Exhaustion finally claims you.

Your eyes open to find William Afton staring at you. His cheek is pressed into his pillow, one hand tucked beneath it. The other hand is curved around your bare upper arm, his thumb slowly stroking circles.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He does not look sorry.

You want to move away from him, away from those warm fingers and his languid, heavy gaze but you’re reluctant to risk his ire. You glance at his wristwatch and notice the hour. “You’re late for work.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I thought you worked first shift today.”

“I traded with someone else,” he says over a yawn. “Yesterday. I thought I might be having a late night, as it were.” A crooked grin.

You frown. He’d been anticipating spending the night with you all along, you realize. Any time you think you’ve gained an advantage, he moves his game piece several steps ahead. “Are they looking for me yet?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Unconcerned.

“My mother must be so worried…”

“She should have done a better job cautioning you against consorting with strange older men.”

“Don’t say that. You don’t even know her. This isn’t her fault.”

“You’re right. She’s absolved of any wrongdoing. It’s you that shoulders the burden of complicity.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t ask to be kidnapped or stuck in captivity. Do you honestly think I’d ever choose to just rot away here in this room until God knows when?”

He rises slightly, the last of the sleep fading from his features, suddenly alert as he rests his weight on his forearm, the hand drowsily caressing your arm suddenly vicelike. “You never once pushed me away. Never once told anyone. You kept coming back for more.” His breath is harsh against your cheek. “I can still taste you in my mouth. Feel you cumming on my tongue, around my finger. You tell yourself you allowed it because you sought to gain an advantage over me. To distract me. To curry favor, perhaps. Waiting for me to make a mistake. But we both know better. I don’t make mistakes. You wanted it just as much as I did, if not more. You still want it.”

The pressure on your arm abruptly vanishes. He sits upright. His pupils are blown again, his breath coming in harsh bids for air.

He’s right. You did want it. You still want it. Even though your mind yells at you, your body easily ignores the reprimand. He could take you apart right now. You’d beg him to. Plead to allow you to find release. You’d touch him, kiss him. Afraid of him going further. Fucking into you. Why does the idea thrill you so much?

“Would you like to shower with me?” He’s calm again. Controlled.

The illusion of choice. A false ability to consent. You don’t truly desire this, do you?

You tell him yes. Your body hums in agreement.

***

Afton helps undress you, kneeling before you as you sit on the edge of the bed. You think you see something on his legs. Some kind of marks. But the lighting is still dimmed and your sleep deprived eyes still burn and you dismiss this notion. The older man removes the shackle from your ankle so he can finish taking off your clothing, looking a warning at you as he does so. His hair is wild after being in bed. The dark thatches lie this way and that. Flat or raised. A cow lick here. An awkward press of hair there. Your fingers itch to tame the tresses.

You brush your teeth while he turns on the shower faucet. Takes a toothbrush from the shelf and waits for you to finish, helping to hold your hair out of the way when you bend to spit out the remains. He pulls the shirt he’s wearing over his head.

He is covered in scars. They extend from his neck, covering his torso and arms and travel all the way down to his ankles. You hadn’t imagined them after all. There are puckered silvered seams where the skin struggled to knit back together. Pink patterned lines that will never fade. You cannot stop staring. “What happened?”

“An accident. It’s a long story.” If he’s upset by your lingering gaze, you don’t hear it in his voice.

“That’s why you always wear long sleeves,” you realize aloud.

“Yes.” He shoves the curtain back and pulls you inside the shower with him.

He touches you with lathered hands. Taking his time, working the cleanser into your skin. His fingers are slick across your breasts. Your sex is a little tender. You feel his erection pressing against you when he moves behind you. The water pummels your skin and the soap suds rinse away. His fingers work into your scalp next. It feels good. All of it feels good. Every lingering touch. The scrape of his nails. The lips that nuzzle your throat.

The chain rattles when you shift, a reminder of your captivity.

The water makes William look even thinner. A drowned rat. Hair plastered flat. Spray pelting high cheekbones. Those strange markings etched into his flesh almost violet hued in places. You shampoo his hair. Drag the soap across the scars. Touch his cock. Scalding hot. His shoulders strike the wall of the shower, tugging you against him. He drinks the pools of water tucked along your collarbones.

The shower ends.

***

“I need to get some things,” he says. You’re dressed in regular clothes now. Jeans and a tank top. A cute purple bra and panty set. “Maybe you want breakfast today? The cafe?”

“Okay.” You watch him struggle with the wristband of his watch and you reach to help him with it. You can see the place where it usually rests, the leather creased and worn. His wrists are narrow.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You nod, watching him leave.

The living space is quiet. It feels empty without your captor’s presence. You have to keep reminding yourself that that is what he is. Your eyes fall to the length of chain. The water doesn’t seem to disturb it at all. He’s done something to it, waterproofed it somehow. He’s thought of everything. There are no loopholes you can escape through.

Your pulse automatically quickens when the restaurant owner returns. You’ve been trying to distract yourself with a book. You see a plastic shopping bag from the pharmacy. A wax coated one from the cafe. A paper tray with cups of juice slotted into it.

You sink into one of the kitchen chairs.

“You need to start taking vitamins,” William says, withdrawing a bottle and setting it down in front of you. “Being indoors so much will adversely affect you. You need to stay healthy.” You push down and unscrew the lid while he places the drinks on the table.

The vitamins are large. They taste strange, like chemicals. You take a large swallow of juice. Mango, your favorite. A cranberry orange muffin with butter wedged in the center heated in the microwave follows. The sweet cake tastes good. You devour it. William watches you. He appears satisfied. You’ve been cooperative, with no apparent ulterior motive.

“You need exercise, too. I’ll take you for a walk tonight.”

The fingers wrapped around the paper cup tighten.

“I trust you will be on your very best behavior.”

You nod, trying to remain calm. A possibility presenting itself. Opportunity. “What else did you get at the store?” You ask, nodding toward the shopping bag still sitting on the kitchen counter.

“A razor.” He rubs at the stubble starting along his jaw. You’d felt the abrasive new growth when he’d kissed you in the shower. “You’ll need to tell me the names of the body sprays you use and I’ll pick up a new set for you next time. I miss them,” he says.

The meal concluded, the table is cleared. You settle into the loveseat after picking a movie at random. You hear William at the bathroom sink.

He rejoins you. You can smell the aftershave. He’s got the razor in his hand. One of those six blade affairs. A possible weapon. You try not to stare.

He’s also got a small bowl of water. A wash cloth. Bath towel. Shaving gel. “I’ll do your legs for you.”

You shake your head. “I can do them. Are they that bad?” You’re a little offended. You try to keep up with that.

“I want to do them,” he says. His voice has gone dark again. Authoritative. Insistent. He sets everything down on the table nearby. “Stand up.” He unfastens your jeans. Tucks his fingers into the waistband of your new panties for a moment, just letting them rest there. The fabric is still scratchy, coarse in its newness. You’re both still unfulfilled. You’d left things that way in the shower.

He pulls only the denim down. Tugs it over your unrestrained ankle. You know the routine. A brief respite. Socks removed. The metal device replaced. He drapes a towel for you to sit on. You’re now sideways on the couch, your bent legs hooked over his thighs. He rests a hand on your shin.

You don’t shave outside the shower often. It’s so much easier to do inside. It’s messier this way. Even with the precautions he’s taken. The water spills off your legs and soaks into the towel. He massages the gel against your skin, pausing just below your knees. There is a soft rasp of sound when he drags the blade along your flesh. You find yourself nearly holding your breath. A task that has always been tedious suddenly become erotic.

You lose track of the dialogue onscreen. The restraint briefly removed once more just long enough to properly shave. Back on again. He’s completed your lower legs. Dragged the wet wash cloth over them. You can still feel residue from the gel. You’ll need to rinse better afterwards.

Now he’s at your knees. You feel a knick open your flesh, the new blades pressed a little too deeply. The wet cloth wipes the blood away but it returns just as quickly. William bends to lick it.

You suck in your breath. Your center is on fire.

Level with your thighs. His hands spend a great deal of time lingering on the inner aspects. Teasing you just shy of where you need him. The hair here is sparse. You mainly have to maintain from your knees on down. But you don’t protest. Not even when he cuts you again. Your inner thigh. You don’t think it’s accidental this time.

His face is smooth against you when he samples you again. So, so close now. You want to shove your crotch against his mouth.

The security guard straightens. Grabs a handful of the side of the lace material. Jerks down and you lift your hips to aid him. The panties now dangle somewhere along the first few links of the chain. You’re spread wide open, the seam on the edge of the cushion digging into your buttocks.

Your chest heaves, watching him, waiting. You keep the hair neatly trimmed there. You realize he’s going to remove it all now. Shave you smooth and bare.

“Hold very still,” he says, the first words he’s uttered for awhile. The cool water shocks your warm sex. Some lather. The razor drags over your mound. Brisk strokes. Efficient. Impatient. He wants what will come after. The labia are trickier. Holding. Trimming along the folds. He is careful. Wipes you down, slides a finger over your groin, in the space between your outer lips and your inner thigh. Satisfied. You’re more sensitive than ever with the absence of pubic hair. Everything is now pink and raw and new. His mouth closes over your freshly shaved pussy.

You whine, your pelvis automatically lurching forward. It is a hundred times better than the previous night. A thousand. You siphon through his hair. His fingers dig into your spread thighs.

You realize the razor has been abandoned on the cushion beside you.

His tongue circles your clit and strokes the folds. He fucks into your entrance with it. Your rock against him. The sounds his mouth makes against you are obscene. Slurping. Devouring. He slides a finger inside you. You wish it was his cock. You’re senseless against him. He’s right. You do want it. He sucks your flesh. A wet pop of noise when he releases whatever he’s clutching: your clit, your labia, a section of inner thigh, the finger he withdraws before he slots that along with a partner inside of you.

You stretch around him. It’s more than you’ve had before. You feel the digits curl inside of you. Searching for that secret dip in your hollow, where you’re most sensitive.

“Please make me cum. William…it’s…I…”

You don’t even need to be instructed to beg this time. Your body is already pleading against him. The angles of his face dig into you: the sharp point of his nose, the wings of his cheekbones, the strong jut of his chin. All of it drilling against you. Obliterating logic and reason. You want, you want, you want. Tighter and tighter. The pressure builds in your core. His tongue strokes your clit and his fingers caress your secret space and that’s it, you’re there, crying out, your body wracking against him.

Afton tastes like you when his mouth crushes yours. And shower gel. And sweat, running salted over his skin. You begin to reach down his torso but he traps your wrists. “Later,” he says, his voice hoarse. He draws back, panting. Your eyes fall to the razor again. Back to him. He’s seen. He knows.

The opportunity has come and gone. You’ve squandered it. You’re not sure you could have done it. Probably wouldn’t do much damage with the blades angled as they are. They’d be better off removed from the handle.

Could you really hurt him?

***

The mall is eerie after hours.

You think your hear strange noises. The dim lighting makes it seem like there are things moving in the shadows.

You’re still grateful for the respite from your captivity.

The air is clearer here. You draw in deep lungfuls. You’re eager to stretch your legs, keeping pace with William’s long strides. He’s bound one of your wrists to his. The zip tie is snug, pressing into your flesh. A reminder that you are not truly free. That you belong to him.

“Why did the restaurant close?”

You’ve finished a second lap of the second floor and are now on the escalator. He leads you to a fountain area with several benches surrounding it and you sit beside him. You can smell the soil of the potted plants nearby. They’ve been watered recently.

“It’s a long story.”

“I have plenty of time.”

“Not tonight.”

You let the subject matter drop for now. The sound of the moving water is soothing. You’ve tossed coins beneath the surface before, watching the metal sink and settle onto the aqua tiles, making a secret wish.

You feel something pressed into your unrestrained hand. Circular. Metal. Textured. Larger than a real coin. A Faz Token.

“Make a wish,” he says quietly.

You flick the token into the fountain. There is a soft splash before it sinks. William duplicates the process, his own coin going perhaps a little further, a slight delay before the telltale sound as it makes contact with the water.

“What did you wish for?”

“You’re not supposed to say. If you do it won’t come true.”

He chuckles softly. “Do you believe that?”

“That there’s some sense of magic in the world? Maybe. I used to believe, anyway.”

“It’s easier when you’re a child, isn’t it? So full of wonder for the world around you. So full of imagination.” William sighs. “How different the reality is when you become an adult and realize it’s been all smoke and mirrors. Nothing but deception all along. I wanted to change that. Wanted to bring back some of that wonder and magic. It’s there, just not the way I’d expected it to be….”

He falls silent. You wish you could see his features better.

”Was that a test today? Earlier, when…you left the razor there on purpose, didn’t you?”

”Yes.”

”So I passed the test, then?”

”You’re out here, aren’t you?”

”What if…if I had tried…”

”Then you would not be sitting here beside me right now.”

You swallow around the implied threat. “I would have…I wanted to…you didn’t have to take me, you know. I would have given myself to you.”

”It wouldn’t have been the same.”

”Why not?”

”You need to understand the ache of it. It transcends just desire. Craving or longing aren’t nearly adequate enough notions. When you allow yourself to be utterly consumed by it; burned clean through. Made anew. Then you’ll know.”

Another long pause. You’re not sure you understand everything he’s saying. You decide to ask a different question instead. “What did you wish for?”

“I’ve already gotten what I wanted.” You feel a hand on your cheek. His lips touch yours.

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