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You Catch Them Masturbating

includes: William Afton, Henry Emily, Phone Guy, Michael Afton, and Vanny/Vanessa

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader (unspecified private parts), oral (male and female receiving), voyeurism (I think?)

William Afton:

• It was impossible to not be intimidated by him, especially when he was so attractive. So having him as a boss was more than enough to make you a flustered mess.

• You did your best to be respectful, always calling him “sir” and giving a smile before you had to look away from nerves, he seemed to appreciate all your work and obedience, and you never bothered him, until today.

•You just wanted to tell him that everyone left and you were about to go home too, but you got something more when you knocked on the door, a muffled groan sounding from the office before he answered you.

• “Come in~” he had practically purred as you opened the door, your jaw falling open at the sight before you. He was lounging on his couch, his cock out of his slacks as he looked at you with glazed eyes. “You look so surprised, well I’m happy to show you how much you excite me, bunny~”

• He shameless fisted his cock, keeping firm eye contact with every stroke as he licked his lips. “Of course you may leave if you wish, but that’s not what you want, is it, love? You want to ngh help don’t you?”

• “Yes sir.” You nearly whispered, closing the door behind you as he let out a growl at your words. “There you go- fuck again. Come here, show me how good you can be~”

Henry Emily:

• You didn’t see Henry as much as William, despite them being co-owners of the restaurant, but you still developed a bond with him. You took your niece and nephew by often, and one day you spotted Henry at a corner table looking absolutely miserable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking on him.

• Being a grieving and single father was tough on him, but the way you would bring him coffee and listen to him whenever you came by made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. Of course he wouldn’t say anything though, but he couldn’t deny his feelings.

• Perhaps William was being his wingman when he told you that Henry wandered off during the big convention at the hotel, which eventually led you to the back meeting room, where Henry stood leaning against the table, pants and underwear around his knees as he stroked his cock, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

• When he noticed you he sounded so ashamed and defeated as he closed his eyes, saying he was sorry he ruined the friendship you gave him. “You deserve so much better, you should go. I’m sorry.”

• When you didn’t leave, he looked at you with dark eyes, an intense and wanting look on his face as you stepped closer. “I want to help.” You said, making him throb as he groaned.

• “Let me take care of you after this,” he rasped as he watched intently as you got to your knees. “Shit you’re so good…I need you.”

Phone Guy:

• Somehow you survived your job as a night guard, and ended up thanking Phone Guy every morning after for his help. You were so grateful, it made him feel appreciated, so he asked to keep in touch.

• You would visit him at lunch some days, sharing greasy pizza and telling him about your new job whenever he wasn’t rambling about the pizzeria. Sadly you didn’t see him as often when he had to re-record instructions for the new guard.

• One day you decided to surprise him with some lunch, but once you saw his office was empty you felt the urge to snoop. You quickly spotted the phone he recorded all his messages on, and pressed the button, hoping to hear him being goofy again.

• Instead you heard an obscenely loud moan of your name. “Fuuuck fuck right there, o-oh you’re so good I can’t I- please do that again, (y/n) please-” You froze as the recording played on, his babbling and moans making your face hot.

• “H-Hello?” Of course he came back right then, looking just as flustered as he started sputtering out apologies. “That was an accident I didn’t know it was recording I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

• “Would you like some help..?” as soon as you said that, he relaxed, a brief while leaving his mouth. “Please…”

Michael Afton:

• Ever since Michael started his new job, he was on edge a lot more often, and as his best friend, you offered to stay at his house in case he needed anything.

• You made yourself at home in the guest room, reading late into the night til you heard noise from the living room. Part of you wondered if it was one of those robots he mentioned, but you knew it was probably his soap opera.

• “Psst~ can you turn it down, Mikey?” You whispered when you stuck your head into the living room, ready to quip about his show when you saw him laying on the couch, one hand rubbing the tip of his cock while the other tweaked a nipple.

• “Fuck! Um I’m sorry (y/n)!” He gasped and covered his crotch with a pillow, his face heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry…”

• You don’t know why but you suddenly asked. “Were you thinking about me?” There was an awkwardly long pause, but then he breathed out a “yes…” with a heavy sigh, seeming more embarrassed. “I can help.” You added, watching his eyes widen as he seemed to melt at your words.

• “C’mere, lemme feel you.” He cooed, patting his muscular thigh invitingly. “Catch me first.” You giggled, playfully scampering off when he jumped off the couch. “Oh it’s on now!”

Vanessa/Vanny:

• Despite her grumbling about it, the Pizzaplex hired you as another night guard to help Vanessa out, seeing as she was always tired and grumpy, and she wouldn’t say it, but she did like you.

• She frequently sent you to go clean bathrooms or take inventory, and you couldn’t tell why she didn’t want you in the security room or following her, so you decided to sneak up on her one evening and pop in the security office.

• You’d barely thrown the door open before she slammed you against the wall, a hand on your throat as she glared. “Wh- (y/n) the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be on clean up duty!” “I finished early and-” you didn’t get much else out before you noticed she was in her underwear, a wet patch on her panties.

• “Nobody is supposed to get in here…” she mumbled as she backed away, her cheeks flushed as she put her other hand behind her back. “May I help?” You asked hesitantly, watching a sly smirk form on her face.

• “Well since you finished early on your job, and interrupted me…” she hummed as she went to sit in her desk chair, tossing her panties to the side as she beckoned you forward. You sank to your knees in between her legs, staring at her already glistening pussy.

• “I think you deserve a reward~” she chuckled again before pushing your face closer, her thighs keeping you in place as she leaned back to watch you.

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fandomwritingbit · 10 months

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Choose your own adventure.

You're looking for a shag so go to your local pick up spot, on the prowl. From there, my friend, pick your man!

fem reader x michael afton or william afton or henry emily

Warnings: hella smut, unsafe sex, risky behaviour, public sex

You're not sure why, but sometimes you just can’t control yourself. You’re just needy - no, desperate to be filled up, used like someone’s stupid fuck toy. And tonight the need was so aching that your leg bounced on the floor whilst you sat at the end of your bed. Already having done everything you could yourself, fingers, toys, porn, none of it the same as belonging to someone else, letting them take what they wanted from you. The thought of it made your pussy clench in longing.

You stayed like that for about five more minutes before you resigned yourself to your fate. Unable to help but smile as you slipped into the tightest dress you owned, it was short as hell too, any extreme movements would give some onlookers an eye-full. That was the point though. With no panties or bra, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a riskily tall pair of heels. You put a jacket on though, to keep yourself covered until you got to your local shifty bar, the kind of place where you could meet someone, have a drink and be fucking them in the space of 15 minutes, exactly what you were looking for.

Once there, you slip inside the dimly lit building and are greeted by the familiar thumping music and coloured lights. Bodies only semi visible, some sat drinking, some dancing. You shrug your jacket off, letting yourself be seen, almost shaking with anticipation, maybe you’d luck out and stumble upon a stag-do, the kind of men that would give you the seeing to you craved.

Grabbing and necking a shot of tequila, you survey the room…

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Maybe you’d choose Henry, the out of place looking, older gentleman, the sort of fella who looked like he hadn’t ever received the kind of attention you wanted to give. A man in a white shirt and dark jumper, with a beard and kindly look.

He smiles politely out of instinct as you approach him, trying to refrain from looking at your revealing outfit, though that becomes even harder when you sit beside him, your skirt riding up. It becomes impossible when you lean in towards him, his eyes growing wide with the disbelief that someone as young and gorgeous as you would want to come on to him. You bring your lips close to his ear, noticing how he gulps, his nervousness spurring you on more.

“What’s your name?” you ask him, voice sweet as honey.

“...Henry.” His reply is a little uncertain and you giggle.

“Well, Henry. Come with me.”

His mouth opens wordlessly, certain that this must be some kind of joke, or scam, there was just no way. “...What?”

“I said,” You place your hand on his leg, tracing up his inner thigh and stopping dangerously close to his crotch. “Come with me.”

“W-why?”

“For some fun.” Your breath against his neck and hand so close to his cock, made it abundantly clear. And not without some more questions he follows you outside into an unlit alley, safe from prying eyes.

There you use the flat of your palm to push his back against the bricked wall, pressing your lips on the underside of his jaw. He groans under your touch, reaching into the front pocket of his trousers to pull out his wallet. Understanding his conclusion, you shake your head, a smirk coating your lips. You meet his wrist and undo the action pushing the wallet back inside, from there moving your hand down low to feel the hardness of his dick, hidden behind clothes.

He chuckles a little out of disbelief, finding the courage to place his hand on your breast, squeezing your flesh softly, his cock twitching at the feeling of your nipple through such thin fabric. And it’s not long before his hands are moving lower, grabbing at your arse, and moaning when he feels no sign of underwear.

He feels big under your touch, and eager to see, you pull him closer by his belt. Your fingers then dart to undo the buckle and fly underneath, his responsive noises making arousal pool between your legs. Quickly pulling his underwear down, you take him in your hands, your suspicions confirmed. Almost immediately his hips buck into your hold and wanting to show him a good time you smirk at him before dropping to your knees, eliciting an almost pained groan.

He takes your hair in his hand, not rough but showing a hint of dominance lurking behind his politeness, the grip tightening involuntarily when you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, tongue swirling around it. You work him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him stretching your jaw as you gradually take more and more of him, not taking your eyes off him for a second, lest you miss the effect you were having on this man. Not able to resist, you slip your hand under the fabric of your dress, playing with yourself to the rhythm of your action and the mere sight of that could have given him a heart attack.

Soon that dominance appears again as he’s pulling you to your feet and backing you against the other side of the alley. Emboldened hands pushing your dress up exposing your slick to him, your pussy wet and eager from your fingers. He stretches you when he presses inside your cunt struggling with his thickness more than you’d anticipated. But the sensation was exactly what you wanted and you encouraged him with hands clinging onto his arms.

He downright moaned when he fully shoved himself inside you, the filthy desperate noise, making your need to cum twang in the pit of your stomach. And the man soon set a pace that had the both of you gasping, he lifted one of your legs, his hand leaving fingerprint indents on your upper thigh, the angle thrusting you close to your end. You gasp through a grin, pulling him impossibly closer to your body, whispering ‘don’t stop’ in his ear. And he doesn’t, the sound of both of your breathing and moaning crisp in the alley. You’re fulfilled when he places a thumb over your clit, throwing you to your peak, which you needily accept.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on him was too much and he quickly pulls out of your vice, painting your inner thighs with his release, groaning the word ‘fuck’ at the sight of it.

You let him gather his bearings before pulling your skirt down, giggling as it did nothing to hide the cum mixed with your arousal trailing down your thigh. You place your hand on his shoulder as you walk past him heading back out the alley.

“Uh- thank you!” he calls out, feeling like an idiot but still reeling with disbelief. You look over your shoulder and give him a delicious smile, giggling to yourself as you walk away.

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Or perhaps you’d choose William, the intimidating looking bloke, who looked experienced. The one who’s attention would make your skin pucker with goosebumps. The kind of man that could easily be dangerous, but would give you exactly what you craved the most.

He notices immediately when you begin approaching him, not hiding a bone-chillingly hungry gaze as he looks you up and down, smirking at the skimpy outfit. Having no space to sit beside him, you take his grin as permission to sit on his lap, your palm pushing him back against the wall he sat beneath. He doesn’t outright touch you, though the dark look in his eyes was enough to know he was thinking about it.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He grins, bringing his head close so you can hear him over the music. “And what are you doing?”

You place a hand on his chest, stroking up and down, “Looking for some fun.” And by the snicker and grip on your upper thigh, clearly you’ve found it. You bring your lips against the lobe of his ear, “Follow me.” you whisper, eyes on the size of his hand on your flesh.

He only nods, letting you walk a few steps ahead of him largely to appreciate the view. You don’t even make it into the cover of the alley before his hands are on you, taking a handful of your behind over the fabric of your dress.

Then speaking lowly into your ear, “It’s a really bad idea, you know, to be out here alone with someone you’ve only just met.” And as if to highlight his point, he spins you to face him, cornering you against the wall of the alley, his form making arousal trickle down your leg.

“I know.” You grab onto his shirt, pulling him towards you where he catches the underside of your jaw in a tight grip that tells you he’s in full control. The other of his hand raking up your body before pinching your nipple hard, making you gasp.

He angles his knee between your legs, pressing you flush into the wall. Tilting your head to the side, he presses his lips to your throat biting into your skin more than hard enough to leave a mark. It forces profanity from your lips half in shock, half desperate for this man to fuck you. You show him what kind of fun you’re looking for by grabbing the hard cock you can feel pressing against your stomach, and he grunts into your neck. You feel his expression change on your skin and smile in relief as he loosens the grip on your jaw, moving his hand down, a finger knowingly pressing down on your windpipe.

He makes you flinch when he hooks under your skirt, pulling it up enough to completely expose you. He seemed very pleased with the sight of your achingly wet cunt, taking no time in running a finger between the folds and you quiver when it traces over your clit. He makes a noise of approval at your reaction, teasing your entrance with his index and middle finger, thumb hovering over your nerves, already you can feel a knot in the pit of your stomach.

He presses them inside you, your slick making it easy but a shadow of stretch echoes in your abdomen, he plays you just right, curling his digits in such a way that causes your nails to dig into his arms. The pace is unkind, shoving you towards finishing, your pitiful noises telling him all. You’re so close, but stop him, grabbing his hair to get him to look at you. “Fuck me.” you hiss, a little breathless.

Smirking, he shoves his fingers into you again making you yelp, before retracting them, pressing them into his mouth in such a dirty way your pussy clenches pathetically. He then manhandles you, turning you away from him and again pressing you into the wall, this time the side of you face no doubt being marked by the brickwork. From behind you, he gropes you followed by the telltale sound of a belt unbuckling. You then feel his cock against your arse as he uses his feet to spread your legs, then he presses it between them, teasing your heat.

Without warning he shoved himself inside you and your mouth fell open with the stretch, he’s big, instantly quelling that need you had to be filled. He groans into your ear at feeling the tightness of your needy hole, he moves inside you roughly making all sorts of noises fall from your lips and a pang of realisation through your whole body that he wasn’t being careless, but deliberate. You come undone quickly, his pace cruel and shoving you from the ledge without mercy. When your walls squeeze down on him, he groans, not relenting in his pace, fucking you through it.

You’re just escaping the waves when a hand closes in around your throat, arching your back into him, the angle of his thrusts unspeakable. “F-fuck.” you chuckle, though it quickly breaks into a moan. His pace becomes sloppy, losing rhythm as he pounded into you, your pussy randomly fluttering around him. You’re pressed even more firmly into the wall when he cums inside you, his grip on your throat tight enough to make you choke. He grunts as he fills you, holding you still until he decides that you can move.

When he lets go, you struggle to get your footing for a moment, turning to lean your back against the wall and looking down to be greeted with the sight of your cunt dripping with his cum.

He looks you up and down with a smirk as he tidies himself, quick to turn his back on you and walk away down the alley, leaving you fucked out to watch him spit uncouthly on the floor at the end of the alley.

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Or maybe you’d go for Mike, the young man in his twenties, maybe not the most experienced but certainly eager, you know you could show him a really good time and be rewarded for it tenfold.

He notices your gaze on him, at first looking behind him thinking it must be meant for someone else. Eventually pointing to his chest and mouthing “Me?”, to which you grin and nod, beckoning him over to where you stood at the bar.

He cocks his head slightly, speaking close to you to make sure he’s heard. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” From right next to you he’s confronted by your revealing clothes, his mind buffering when he catches sight of your nipples, that fabric wasn’t doing anything.

You shake your head, smirking as confusion flickers across his face, “That’s not why I asked you over.” Your tone reeks of sex, sultry voice almost instantly making him hard. You place a hand on his waist, feeling the firmness of his body.

He brings his head closer, “Yeah? Why did you then?”, it’s attempted nonchalance but exposes a little uncertainty. And then you’re pressing up against him properly, your hand moving down low enough to see his eye glaze with lust.

“For some fun. You wanna have some fun?” The way he’s looking at you makes you rub your legs together, he was definitely down for it. He nods keenly, letting you take his hand and following your scantily clad form through the bar, outside to the dark alley. A small part of him wonders if you were going to mug him, but it’s drowned by the aching horniness that overcomes him, especially when he clocks the lack of panties under your skimpy dress.

Not letting go of his hand, you pull him towards you in the alley, loving how his form locks you in, unwittingly keeping you backed against this wall. Even in the low light you could see his face was hot, so you place your hand behind his head and drag his lips to yours, showing him that he was welcome. He obliges and it’s not long before he’s grinding his hips into you, his arousal evident and spurring on your own.

You press your tongue in his mouth, loving how he reciprocated with a large hand on your breast, quickly becoming frustrated with the fabric partition and hooking his fingers under the straps of the dress, pulling it down, making a noise of appreciation as his skin came into contact with yours.

His exploration is completely stunted when you take hold of his cock, squeezing and massaging him.

“Ah- god damn.” He groans, burying his head in your neck where he sloppily kissed the skin, hoping the action would disguise how your touch was forcing embarrassing noises from him. You hold his head against you, using your free hand to pull down his trousers and free his hard cock, he feels impressive in your hand and you smirk looking forward to feeling him inside your greedy hole.

You begin stroking him, slowly at first but building up to a substantial pace which he met halfway by rocking into your hand. All the pretty little noises from him were driving you wild, making arousal leak from between your legs. He pulls his eyes back up to yours, a needy look on his face, not stopping the thrusts against your palm. “Shi- can I fuck you?” he asks, trying not to let it appear too desperate but if you continue like this he wouldn’t have much left in him.

Grinning, you grab his hand, pushing it under your skirt and letting him feel how much you wanted it. The second he felt your slick he was lost in it, rubbing delicious circles against your clit whilst he lined up with your pussy, trailing his tip through your slit to coat himself in you.

Muttering profanity he pushed his tip inside you, moaning at the tightness, you ended up matching his noises as he spread your walls to make room for his thick cock. He took his time fully sheathing inside, your heat feeling amazing around him. But once he bottomed out, a needy boyish nature took hold and he found a greedy pace, repeatedly shoving himself deep inside not giving you any respite.

You’re forced to keep up with him, giggling cut off by gasps as you quickly realise he was going to make you cum damned quickly. Eagerly he hooked his hips under you, scooping you up slightly and leaving you to wrap your legs around him, filling you to the brim with his dick. You’re close, his body flush against you teasing your clit in the most perfect way to throw you off your ledge.

He’s so lost in how you feel around him, chasing his own pleasure, that when you cum and your back arches against him it catches him off guard. Your walls clamping down, making him groan shamelessly. You can tell he’s close from the change in his pace and wanting to give him the best time going, you push him back, his cock slipping out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing due to the lack of fullness.

From there you slide down to your knees, enthusiastically taking his cock between your lips, both your hands stroking his base, needy for his cum. It doesn’t take long, your tongue swirling his head giving him no choice but to roll his hips into your mouth right on the brink of his end. And he cums buried in your mouth, coating your tongue in his release, his hand holding your hair keeping you pressed against him until he could bear to move.

When he lets go and you pull away, you open your mouth for him, showing off the mess he’d made before swallowing, not breaking eye contact. He stumbles back against the other wall, fixing himself whilst smiling, more than happy with himself.

You do your best to hide the mess you’d become, pulling your dress back down. Cockily placing a hand on his arm as you go to walk past, leaning to press a much too demure kiss against his cheek.

A/n: hope you enjoyed, this was a spur of the moment idea that probably isn't as clean as I envisioned lmao. Xx

#fnaf #william afton #michael afton #henry emily #fem reader #william afton x reader #michael afton x reader #henry emily x reader #fnaf smut

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charlottecutepie · 14 days

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hi Lizzy, sorry to bother you but can I request for a Henry X reader? My man lacks content about him :(( it can be about anything I don't mindd

⋆୨♡୧⋆ Henry Emily x fem!reader smut blurb

author note: thank u for this request love! don't know why but breeding kink + size kink is henry, also him having a dad bod is canon for me. also important: the way i imagine henry is by @kcokaine_ on twitter

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, size kink, softdom!henry, jealous!henry, but he tries to hide it, william is an asshole, public sex, breeding kink, missionary, established relationship, Henry’s dilf bc i said so

William has no shame, Henry realized that a long time ago. Especially when he found out that William was cheating on his wife. William doesn't have a shred of damn shame when he lets himself touch you. When he literally fucks you with his eyes. When he tries to give you fucking compliments. Henry rarely experiences such feelings of anger and jealousy. Henry hates himself for his gentle nature and for not being able to punch his friend right into his face. Especially when the pizzeria hall is full of children and their parents as they have no idea what a disgusting asshole William is.

Of course, Henry could have waited until he got home and made love to you there, fucking you so good that you'd have forgotten William's name. But there's always a but. Today Henry wants William to know that you don't need anyone's else's cock but his.

When Henry warned you that his hands were big enough, you just laughed and softly pushed him into his broad chest, that was a joke, right?

But you're not laughing when you feel how true his words turned out to be. Not just the hands, but in fact the whole Henry. His physique is far from athletic, this man isn’t so young anymore and doesn't really keeps his figure, but damn, these muscles that reminds so much of his youth, dad bod, wide shoulders and his damn tall height, you're nearly whining. Now you realise what he was talking about (or warning?), there's only one of his fingers inside you, but it feels like all three. You're wet, incredibly horny and dripping, but it doesn't make it any easier. Henry looks into your eyes, and then his gaze falls on your pussy taking his finger. He frowns, he doesn't want to take out his anger and jealousy on you at all, he just can't do this to you, he loves you too much, so he tries to do everything gently and slowly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper to him, your eyes filled with nothing but desire. Henry looks up at you and then crushes his lips on yours, as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He kisses you softly and sensually, with all his love and affection he have for you, for his girl. Without taking his mouth off yours, he adds another finger and you pull away to make a loud moan, but Henry literally shuts you up with his palm.

“Remember you can't be loud, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he thrusts his large fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. “you can take it.” his low and dominant, but soft tone as he speaks quietly only arouses you more.

You desperately nod and he puts his hand off you, now holding one of your legs open to prevent you from closing them. All this time he stares into your eyes, watching your face and reaction. His thick digits stretch you open just good, making you shiver. Henry curls them slightly, rubbing against your soft spots until you moan, pressing yourself against his hand shamelessly. “Henryyy—” you whine, your pussy clenches around his finger, so fucking wet and responsive.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, pulling his finger out with a wet sound and rubs your swollen clit. You moan again, arching your hips towards him, begging for more contact. “need to taste you, princess.” he says raspingly, pressing his finger on your little bud.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly, making his way slowly towards your core. You whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit, your legs twitch in pleasure. Henry holds you firmly as he eats you out, he's kissing and circling your sensitive bundle with his tongue. It feels too divine, too fucking good and you can't hold your loud noises, biting your own hand. “Ohh, please—” you cry out as he buries his face deeper into your needy pussy.

You're trembling as your hand grips the edge of the desk tightly, mouth open as you pant heavily, trying your best not to scream. He greedily laps at your slit, sliding his tongue all over your aching hole as it clenches around nothing, but Henry makes sure to fill it with his finger and it makes you see stars. He hums into your pussy, sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you. You arch and shiver pathetically, your brows furrowed as your face confronted in pure bliss. Henry fingers you slowly, making sure to prepare and stretch you out perfectly for his cock. Every lick sends ripples of sensation throughout your core, he knows damn well how to make his girl feel good.

“Tha-that feels so good, anngh. . .” you bite your lower lip till nearly blood as Henry makes out with your pussy, so fucking messy, but he looks like he's too drunk to care about you trying to push his head away from overwhelming pleasure. “waittt!” you feel so close, especially when he finger fucks you so slow and gently while pleasuring you with his tongue. “'m gonna cum, Hen—. . . Fuck!” Henry groans, pulling away only for some seconds just to spit on your sloppy cunt before attacking it with kisses again. You taste too sweet.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs, incoherent as he never really stops eating you out. “be my good girl.” for a moment he flashes you a small smile and you almost whine from how hot he looks, his chin cowered in your slick and hair messy. You smile weakly in return and when he thrusts his finger deeper adding to that sloppy lick on your clit, you feel your orgasm approach you. You moan and you don't give a fuck how loud that sounds, but in secret Henry is damn happy as you let that fucking William know how good your man makes you feel.

Your head spinning as you breathe heavily, chest rising up and down when Henry looks at you with drunk face expression. He stands up and takes your face into his hands, giving you more possessive than soft kiss now, letting you taste yourself. That's filthy, too much, Henry isn't like that in other people's eyes. Only for you.

He trails his kisses down your neck and finally reaches your breasts, he kisses both, touch them and fondle them and groans at how perfectly they look in his big hands. Henry sucks on your nipples, all this time fucking your dripping pussy with his fingers, never wanting to hurt you with his size, he knows you're a big girl and you'll take him, but he prefers to avoid any kind of pain. He tries to relax you to maximum. But what he doesn't know is that you're already too needy and hungry for him, wanting something more than just his fingers.

“My sweet girl.” he calls you while he holds you by the waist and slides his cock all over your hole, his head full of thoughts of these freak stares William gave you this evening. He's soft and sweet with you, reminding you of a fluffy teddy bear, but what happens inside his head and how blood boils in his veins from insane jealousy - that's what you don't see and Henry thinks it's for the best, he'll never show that side to you. “so wet for me, want to feel that cock stretching this tiny pussy?” he literally goes feral at the thought of his cock filling you.

“Please, Henry, i need you,” you look into his eyes and your pathetic sight does something to him. Henry gets himself comfortable between your legs, he caresses your cheek as he can't stop looking at how pretty his leaking tip looks rubbing on your clit. He knows he must be gentle and he tries his fucking best.

Henry starts sliding inside you, all this time holding your waist and watching your face for any signs of pain. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, just like that.” your eyes widen at unexpected feeling, it's not like you two never had sex, but every time he's inside it feels like new. You think you'll never get used to his size. You look at his dick filling you and your pussy clenches down around him as he buries himself deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you try to accommodate to that thickness inside you but not when you feel his thumb making its way to your nub. Henry rubs his thumb in slow, circular motions on your swollen clit as he continues filling your tight cunt. You moan softly beneath him; reaching to lay your hand on his, which working on your clit, while letting out a contented sigh. You two fall into a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into your passion.

“Auhh— your so deep inside of me,” you throw your head back, whimpering loudly as every inch of Henry stretches your soppy pussy. Henry thrusts a little bit harder and your breasts bounce slightly which seems like a sweet invitation to him. He presses his lips to your nipple and pulls it, and then licks and sucks, groaning how good you feel.

“This little pussy taking me so well, you're such a good girl, honey,” Henry mutters as he starts thrusting a bit faster.

You throw your leg around him, pulling him deeper into yourself as you cry out for more; wanting to feel every inch and vein of his cock. He hides his face in your chest as he groans at your warmness and wetness around him, your juices making the most beautiful wet sounds as your bodies slap against each other.

“You feel so—” you choke on your own moans as Henry pumps his thick cock faster, you feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you. “awhhh fuck!”

“Just like that, princess,” his lips finds yours in hot kiss again, your eyes flutter closed. “look at you, taking me so well, all pretty and full of my cock. That's where your meant to be, honey, under your man, ughhh, being fucked nice and good. This little pussy, ogghh fuck!” his voice breaks into a loud moan when your cunt tightens once again at his dirty words. “this little pussy belongs to me.”

Your lovely eyes filled with sweet tears of pleasure. “love you, i— awhh, i love you, daddy!” Henry is used to you calling him that when you fuck, although you rarely do because you're still shy. But what you don't know is what effect that word has on him. He's literally going insane, and thank god Henry knows how to control himself, otherwise your pussy would be absolutely ruined right now. Henry doesn't know what he found in that word. Apparently, it still awakens something in him. No, of course, he loves his daughter very much, the only one, he cherishes her. Whenever he sees how much you care about her, he gets some. . . obsessive thoughts. But it feels so fucking right; the idea of expanding your family, watching you blossom into a mother. Would he like to give Charlie a brother or a sister?

Would he like to make you a mom?

Henry gets so lost in his dreams and fantasies that he doesn't even notice his crazy pace and your hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you look so beautiful it drives him crazy. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer, kissing him again. Kissing him like it's the last time. You hold him close to you and when Henry pulls away to moan again because of how amazing you feel, you press your lips against his forehead and give him soft kisses, asking him to go harder on you. Henry doesn't listen to you, you don't know what you're asking for. If he'll go harder on you. . . Henry sighs, slowing his thrusts. You don't wanna know what'll happen.

Your tight soft walls grip his cock as he bullies your insides, his hand moves down again and he circles your clit nicely and gentle. You rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to cum, to feel him finishing inside you. Because Henry always pulled out before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tip reaches your cervix and you feel close, so fucking close especially with how he stimulates you using his fingers, rubbing and flicking your little clit. “dont p-pull out,” your tone nearly sounds like an order as you feel Henry ready to pull out. He freezes in place and looks at you, breathing heavily, confusion on his face. “want you to cum inside—” you barely finish your words as he plunges deep inside your pussy much rougher and harder than before, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

If he'll cum inside you, if he’ll get you pregnant, William will definitely notice it. He'll see that you're carrying Henry's baby under your heart. Henry thinks, what will be the reaction of everyone's beloved Mr. Afton? Anger, jealousy? Perhaps envy? William has such an envious nature. Henry's smiling, William has always been jealous of him. Henry have the best daughter in the world, the best girlfriend- almost a wife? Henry always takes the best.

“I'm close, sweetheart,” he tells you, his cock sinking deeper inside you and his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts messy, meanwhile you squirm and moan underneath him.

“Breed me— Ahhng, Henry, breed me!” you beg him and and that's the end for him, Henry fucking whimpers. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking and he can't control his loud groans as he spills deep inside of you. It feels too good to stop thrusting inside your cunt as he overstimulates both of you, you cumming on his cock while he fills you up, pumping you full of his cum. You grab on him when he pulls out a little. Watching his cum drip out of your little hole, he sighs and fucks it back in, not wanting any drop of him to ooze out of you.

“You're such a good girl, princess. . .” he whispers, kissing your nipples and holding you in his big hands. If Henry was a dirty pervert like William, he'd send you to William right now so he could fucking see his best friend's cum trickling down the inner side of your thighs. But Henry isn't like William and there's no way he'd do that to you. Probably only in his dirtiest and darkest fantasies.

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PROJECT: Emily (Henry Emily x GN! Reader)

Summary: Moving into a new town, you discover that your new neighbour ticks all the boxes. He’s hot, has an adorable daughter and is, most importantly, single. (Henry Emily x GN!Neighbour!Reader)

Note: Reader is in their late 20′s/early 30′s, and Henry is in his late 30′s/early 40′s, but nothing is specified. Whatever you chose the age gap to be, he’s definitely older than you! Also, Henry does NOT look like how he’s depicted in the books...

A/N: This was a fill from an anon ask! I had free time and I’ve been meaning to write for Henry hence the quick turnaround! (TYSM for sending it <3) Feel free to request things through my ask box :)

This is also my first Tumblr fic post (it’ll be crossposted to AO3) so apologies if the format is off!

Word count: 5.5K (I talk too much omfg)

Tags: SMUT, Fluff, age-gaps, creampies, Henry being a DILF...

It was during the spring when you’d met Henry Emily. You’d moved to a new town, where you could somehow actually afford a decent home at a good price, and so you wanted to do something nice for your neighbours as a ‘Please-accept-me-I’m-new-here’ gift. There were a lot of families in the area, and so you decided that cupcakes were the best option. How could you go wrong?

For starters, it would’ve helped if you’d had sugar.

Needless to say, you weren’t going to make the arduous journey to the store and back in the very middle of baking; and so you found the courage to ask your neighbours. After all, you were going to have to bite the bullet some day, weren’t you? Although people would’ve been more receptive to cupcakes in hand, they would have to respond to you somewhat decently - after all, they were your new ‘community’.

Mr and Mrs Henderson lived next door, and they had gone boating for the day (as you’d come to learn from the agonisingly loud sound of heavy equipment moving at 5AM) so they weren’t an option. Next door to them was a family, of whom you were rather ashamed to admit you didn’t know of yet. How could you knock on the door so brazenly? Were they even home? What would you say?

Your fears were cut short as the door swung open, causing you to immediately blurt out:

“Can I borrow a cup of sugar?”

The man blinked, and you thought he was going to laugh at you, which made you cringe and shrink into a ball internally, which was particularly awful considering the fact that he was quite attractive. He stood at somewhere over six feet, with auburn hair, tanned skin, and a burly build. He had a full, but trimmed beard, and was wearing a blue apron with a loose t-shirt underneath that exposed his large arms. He came across a bit like a bear, and if it wasn’t for a pair of reading glasses that sat atop his head you would’ve been scared of him, but, for some reason, the accessory felt rather comforting and homely.

“Of course,” the man said, with a smile, immediately stepping aside to let you in, which surprised you. Though, what surprised you more was the fact that you so calmly walked in, despite knowing him for all of thirty seconds. What if he was a pervert? A serial killer, even?

“Although I don’t usually lend things to strangers…” he said knowingly, his voice trailing off.

“Oh!” You gasped, totally startled. “Er - I’m Y/N - I just moved in — I live just after the Henderson’s…”

“Oh of course!” the man exclaimed, rubbing his beard as you both entered the kitchen. “Charlie told me there was a moving van, I've just been so busy that I didn’t get to stop by and introduce myself — Gosh, I’m getting ahead of myself!” he said, stopping to take a breath. “Charlotte is my daughter. I’m Henry - Henry Emily, it’s good to meet you,” he said, his voice clear, confident, and genuine. He seemed like a good man - certainly not one who’d harvest your insides - and so you took a breath, subtly relaxing yourself.

“I’m Y/N…” you said somewhat shyly, hyper-aware as to how much bigger the man was compared to you. “It’s nice to finally meet a neighbour, no one’s really passed by…”

“They can be like that sometimes,” Henry said dismissively, opening the cupboard. “As long as you keep the music down past 9PM, and don’t have any pets that could ruin their flower patches, you’ll get along with them,” he chuckled, and you smiled back. There was an air of homely easiness to him, and, whether it was the house itself or the fact that he smelt like an intoxicating blend of cinnamon and pinewood, you felt warm.

Perhaps it was something else? Something deeper, and primal…

“Here you go!” he announced, drawing you from your thoughts as he slid the item over the counter. “A cup of sugar. Though, you can’t really borrow it from me because I can’t get it back…”

“Uh - ? Oh… “ you chuckled awkwardly, resisting the urge to facepalm. “Thanks Mr Emily,”

“Mister?” He gasped. “Surely you’re not that young to have to call me that. Please, just call me Henry,” he said with a smile and you nodded.

“Sure thing…” you said, trailing off. “I’d love to meet Charlotte someday, if she’s up to it…”

“Oh, she always is! She loves making new friends, and I’m sure you’ll be no exception,” he beamed, beginning to move away from the counter and walked you towards the door. He opened it, and as you stopped on the porch he paused and leaned against the door. “Perhaps we’ll have you over for dinner. I can’t remember the last time I cooked for someone that wasn’t myself or Charlie,” he chuckled, his voice slowly trailing off, as if he were remembering something. It was then that you looked down at his folded arms, and realised that there was no wedding ring on his left finger.

Interesting.

“Thanks Henry,” you smiled again, this time biting your lip. Perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself, but you could definitely see yourself becoming ‘accosted’ with him in the long run…

If he was truly single, that was.

“Well…You know where I live now, so please don’t be a stranger, Mr Emily,” you said, your demeanour instantly changing to one of easy confidence, and your voice dropping an octave, laced with coyness. The man briefly raised his brows, and his hand adjusted the glasses that sat atop his head. Perhaps you’d made him nervous.

You better hope so! You’d much rather him be nervous than uncomfortable.

Waving, you sauntered back down the porch steps, your legs shaking and heart pounding some kind of a lustful-fluster.

One thing was for sure: He was certainly hot, but he did seem to be on the older side - perhaps at least a decade older than you? You weren’t a wide eyed, naive spring chicken, but it wasn’t as if you were fully mature, either - would he really fall for you? Could he fall for you? Was their room in his life for another person, considering he seemed wholly devoted to his daughter?

Only time would tell.

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It was two weeks later when Henry had stopped by. Although you’d met Charlie that very weekend, the man had seemingly given you some space to ‘settle in’, and, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were dealing with an absolute asshole of a contractor, you would’ve been freaking out over the thought of alienating yourself from the man with your blatant flirting.

Yet, that didn’t seem to be the case, as you were startled by a knock on your door, and, to no (but a pleasant) surprise, it was the Emily duo. Charlie’s hair was in two tiny pigtails that stuck out above her head, and was wearing her oversized backpack with a yellow t-shirt and lilac shorts and plimsolls, whilst Henry opted for a more low-key look, with a burgundy coloured Henley and loose jeans. The buttons on his shirt were cracked slightly, and you could see that he was wearing a makeshift necklace made out of cereal (courtesy of none other than Charlotte herself), which sat atop his broad chest, where a few hairs peeled out from between the fabric.

Did he know what he was doing, or was he just an oblivious, bumbling dork?

“Y/N!” Charlie said happily as you high fived her, stepping aside to let the girl in as her father followed. He nodded his head in an acknowledging manner, and, just as you closed the door the sunlight caught his brown eyes - within them nothing but a pool of warmth and goodness. He smiled at you before focusing his attention back on Charlie, who was running around the house like a madman.

“Please be careful, okay?” you called out. “There’s still stuff lying around…I don’t want you to get hurt!”“I’ll be extra extra safe, I promise!” She said happily, and you could hear her delving into the couch and slapping the cushions like a drum.Henry chuckled as you both followed the sound of the girl, looking around the house. The walls were still somewhat bare, the flooring was half done and there was a lack of furniture…Anywhere.“We just wanted to come around and see how you’re settling in…” he said ambiguously, and you bit your lip at the very obvious elephant in the room - your house was far from being a home.“…Goodness,” he began. “Everything’s —“

“All over the place? Yeah,” you scoffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “My contractor is a B-I-T-C-H —“ you spelt out, careful as to not let Charlie hear. “Forgive my language - all of my furniture is delayed or out of stock, and I don’t know how to fix a floor to save my life!”you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “All I know how to do is paint the walls, and even that’s taking forever!”

“Paint?” Charlie perked up. “I like to paint!” she said, swinging her feet in anticipation.

“You do, don’t you, Charlie?” Henry said, having his ‘lightbulb’ moment. “Why don’t we help you finish? I know my way around some tools, so I’m not a stranger to home repair…”

“Really?” You gasped, pretending to consider it. Like hell were you going to say no to him tinkering around your house, sweaty, with his muscles rippling as he toyed with and manoeuvred and carved and pounded —

Seems like you’re thinking about something more than housework.

“Thanks Henry!” you exclaimed, pulling him into an unexpected hug, of which he returned. Your arms fit snugly around his thick body, and you felt yourself melt into his comforting scent…Until Charlie joined the circle.

“I want a hug too!” she said, pushing her little body in between, making the two of you chuckle. It was that moment that you made eye contact with Henry - and you realised that he had a little blush on his face. For some reason, it felt like you were both Charlie’s parents.

Maybe you could be one day.

Maybe…

“I guess we’ll be spending more time together,” he said somewhat shyly, as he pulled away and looked around the house. He hadn’t even seen upstairs yet and he knew that it was going to be a long-term project.

Not that he minded, anyway. He’d been meaning to find a way to get to know you better, you were easily the friendliest person on the block, and, most importantly, Charlie adored you. In his mind, her opinion was law.

“It’s nice to get out of the house and go somewhere that isn’t work or school…Even if you’re a door or two away,” he chuckled, and you smiled.

“You’re lucky I don’t live directly next door,” you smirked. “I’d never leave you two alone,”

“There’s always room for one more…Especially if it’s you,” he smiled.

“Oh really?” You said, raising a brow knowingly, your voice barely a whisper. “Why ‘especially’ me?”

“Well, we like you…” he said nervously, diverting his gaze from you. Was he blushing? Oh God, he was blushing! Like a total schoolboy.

“Is that both of the Emily’s speaking, or just Henry?” you pushed, raising a brow.

“Both…” he mumbled. “For sure,” he said, anxiously clearing his throat.

“Well, I can’t wait to have you!” you said, clapping your hands together. “Around, that is. Let’s not worry the children,” you tutted playfully, nodding to Charlie who had zoned out completely, rambling to herself about all of the lovely colours she was going to paint the walls. You smiled down at the girl, giving Henry a moment to compose himself from your comment.

You just couldn’t help yourself sometimes.

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Henry and Charlotte had done just as they said, and their spare afternoons and evenings after work and school were spent helping you around the house. Whilst Charlie happily sploshed paint in the smaller, obscure crevices of the wall, Henry did the harder, grittier jobs - assisting you in moving your fridge, washing machine, and had even managed to fix your car while he was at it! With every movement of his body, every intense twitch of focus on the task you admired him, pretending to paint the skirting boards, whilst you were really imagining what he’d look like from your position on your knees.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same, albeit as respectfully as he could. He’d sneak a glance at you every now and then as he’d change the screws or drills, quickly averting his attention to his daughter or the task at hand when he thought you had noticed him. He couldn’t help it, really, you were quite - as they’d say in his day - the ‘looker’.

One Saturday the duo hadn’t come around, and you found that the house felt rather empty and dreary without them, even though your house was beginning to feel more homely and full by the minute.

Get used to it, sweetheart, they’re not your family.

You decided to turn in early that night, throwing on an oversized t-shirt over your bare torso, and a tiny, barely there pair of shorts. You really needed to go clothes shopping.

Just as you were about to relax, there was a sudden knock on the door, making you jump instantaneously. Who could that be? You weren’t expecting anyone, and your neighbours certainly weren’t going to introduce themselves at 8PM at night. There were no weapons to arm yourself with in case of a robber, and you considered ignoring them...Until you realised who it could be.

Rushing down the stairs, you flung open the door, only to find Henry himself.

“God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, stepping aside to let the man in. “I totally forgot that Charlie was with her aunt, and that you were coming tonight…” you rambled, trying to make sense of it all as you simultaneously tried to pull down your shorts. If someone didn’t know any better, they would’ve thought you were half nude.

“It’s not a big deal,” Henry chuckled awkwardly, removing his jacket and placing it on a peg. “It’s my fault - what sort of a chump comes to fix lighting at 8PM at night?”

Snickering at his vanilla language, you made sure to make him feel better.

“You’re just a generous chump, I suppose,” you laughed. “Well, either that or you’re a chump with not-so-pure intentions…”

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can leave,” he said quickly. “I’ve got all day to myself tomorrow, I can easily come back…”

“No! Please, stay,” you said, your voice low and throaty. “In fact, why don’t you leave the tinkering for tonight? I’ve got some beer in the fridge, how about we get to know each other a little better?”

Henry gulped, and stroked his beard before he spoke up again.

“I suppose we could do with a break…”

“Great!” you exclaimed, pointing to the couch. “I’ll be right back - Don’t get cold feet, okay?”

Henry nodded, and found himself overthinking how to sit on the furniture. Legs spread? Was that too crude? Crossed? Too formal? Hunched into a corner? Was that too rude and uninviting?

He felt like a teenager again, sitting next to his crush in class and unsure of how to make even the smallest bit of conversation without combusting entirely. Was he too old to feel like this? You were at least a decade younger than him, and whilst you were clearly old enough to drink and own your own home, he couldn’t help but feel a little…Uncomfortable?

Yes, you flirted with him, but you were young - it likely came naturally! You could easily just be using him for free food and labour and such, and, once you’d gotten what you’d wanted eventually, turn a blind eye to him.

What if you were using him to get to Charlie?

He shuddered at the thought. It was a parents worst nightmare, especially if they were a single parent like him. After all, Henry knew he wore his heart on his sleeve, and that he was deeply in tune with his emotions; which made him a rather easy target to many. Surely you weren’t that kind of a person, were you?

You seemed kind, confident and funny; traits that he deeply admired in an individual, not to mention you were extremely attractive to him, especially in those shorts of yours.

He blushed just thinking about it. How long had it been since he’d had deep, emotional human contact? How long since you’d last been able to —

“Hey! You’re still here!” You smiled, handing him a beer with a paper towel around it as you perched on the armrest. “I didn’t know if you wanted it in a glass or not, but I figured you look like a man who chugs it right from the bottle,” you giggled, and he nodded.

“Astute observation, Y/N, though you wouldn’t be the first to liken me to a lumberjack of the sort! I know I look like a very forward and staunch bloke, but I’m as frail as a lamb really,”

“Bloke? Frail as a lamb? What fancy language,” you snorted at the sheer formality of his wording.

“Forgive me, my work colleague is British,” Henry chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “I’ve picked up so much from him, it’s unbelievable,”

“Finally!” you exclaimed happily, nudging him. “I’ve learned something about you that isn’t Charlie-based! A British friend, huh? Are you guys close?”

“Thick as thieves…He’s got three kids, and I’m like their Uncle, I suppose,”

“Wow,” you said. “That’s pretty cute,”

“I try,” he said bashfully, his body tensing slightly as you slipped next to him, but giving him enough space so that he was comfortable around you. You rested your back against the armrest, folding your legs to your chest so that your shirt rode up your thigh, your privates somewhat visible through the shorts.

Was it seduction? A little, but it was your house. You had a right to be comfortable!

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. “What other friends do you have?”

“Not many, really,” Henry said, playing with the bottle. “I know some of Charlie’s friends' parents, but that’s it…”

“Aww, why?” you pouted. “You’re such a great guy!”

“I'm not very sociable…I’ve always been a rather awkward kid,” he said, now strangely relaxing into the cushions. He didn’t look at you, but you could tell that he was starting to feel more comfortable in himself. “I would usually wait until someone else made the first move, just to be sure. Even then, it felt rather unnatural to me…”

“I understand,” you said, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, trying to not get too carried away in the act. How could he simultaneously be soft and homely yet bold and muscly? “I’m like that too…”

“Really?” he said, utterly taken aback. “You seem rather carefree to me,”

“What, just because I’m young? Not all ‘youngins are loud and boisterous, Grandpa,” you snickered, and he shook his head. “I guess we’re similar. We’re both a little shy, but once you break us out of our shells we can get a little…”

“What? Rowdy?” Henry interjected.

“I was going to say freaky…” You giggled, playing with the bottle and stroking it in a fairly suggestive manner.

“I’m not familiar with the newer lingo. What does that mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what it means…”

“I —“ Henry stopped himself, his cheeks turning as red as his hair. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, Y/N,“

“I like it that way,” you said softly, biting your lip. “Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for you to give in just once, would it? You work so hard, you deserve a release…”

Henry sighed, and put down his bottle before turning to look at you. Your eyes were wide with want, and also genuine affection - how could he say no? He knew he wanted it too, and you were offering it to him…It was everything he wanted!

“Y-You know I’m older, right? I’m sure there are people your age who are better than me…” he said nervously.

“Henry, I want this,” you said sincerely, taking his hand in your own. “I want you…Even if it doesn’t amount to anything, we can always go back to being friends!”

Of course you wanted to be more than friends, but Henry was such a sweet person to be around that you couldn’t imagine your days without a friendly wave from him, not to mention Charlie, in her entirety.

“So…Ahem,” he said somewhat uncomfortably, clearing his throat. “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,”

You crawled towards each other, and Henry planted a soft kiss on your lips, his beard tickling your cheeks as you cupped his face, allowing yourself to melt into him. There was that all too familiar scent; that earthly, serene yet overpowering musk that you’d come to associate with the man. He didn’t stay on you for long, seemingly not wanting to agitate you, but as he pulled away, you noticed a certain something down below. Perhaps the brief kiss meant more to him than you’d thought. “Henry,” you sighed, your lips lush and moist with want. “Please don’t be shy…You won’t hurt me, I promise,”

“I just — You’re like poison to me Y/N,” he said nervously. “I haven’t had a partner in so long…And you’re so beautiful — I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back…”

“Let go,” you said, your voice barely a whisper as you stroked his beard, staring into his warm brown eyes in the process. Whether it was alcohol or lust, his pupils were dilated, and he looked strangely vulnerable, which enticed you even more. “For me…Please,”

Henry nodded, and you crawled into him again, but this time he didn’t hold back. The kiss was still soft, but had a powerful, tender passion to it, leaving you with no choice but to surrender. You’d awoken something within him, and none of you ever wanted to turn back. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck as your lips moved in tandem, as his ones found your hips, briefly grazing your buttocks, and back to your waist, hoisting you up effortlessly.

“Mmh — Copping a feel there, are we Mr Emily?” you teased, whispering into his mouth as you worked together to position yourself so that you were straddling him. “You can do it a little harder than that…I don’t bite…” you purred, and Henry moaned in response, his large hands massaging your ass. You could feel his erection through your shorts, where you were equally getting hot in yours.

Slowly, you began to grind your hips against his thighs, and he pulled away from the kiss to stare at you in total admiration.He was panting, his face was glowing and his hair had begun to become unkempt from your excessive rustling. He looked like a pornstar, a far cry from his wholesome dad status that had initially drawn you to him.

“Bedroom?” He said, his voice gravelly, and you were partly stunned at the quickness of his statement.

“Yes,”

“Is it done?”

“Does it matter? We’re gonna end up messing it up anyway…”

Henry shook his head, pushed himself up, and began to carry you up the stairs.

“There aren’t any loose nails about, are there? I’ve heard you could get tetanus from one —“

“Henry! Don’t worry about that stuff!” you giggled. “You’re such a dad,”

“I'm getting older, you know —“

“Yes, yes,” you said playfully. “We know. Jeez, you’re not senile!”

“How do you know?”

“Something in your pants is telling me otherwise…”

“Oh!” Henry said, blushing as he lay you on the bed. The room was totally bare (at least it was somewhat done up) “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologise! I take it as quite the compliment,” you purred, beginning to peel off your shirt, so that you were topless. Henry took a moment to look down at you, admiring your semi-bare form as he took off his own shirt, remaining in a white vest.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled. “How on Earth did I get so lucky to end up with a neighbour like you?”

“Good things come to those who wait…” you said smugly. “…You’re going to get even luckier soon,”

“Hmm?” he questioned, sitting on the bed and caressing your torso, stroking and kissing your skin in total adoration. His hands were slightly calloused, but were still comforting, and if you had more than a loaf of bread and milk in your house you’d have broken out some baby oils. “What’s that mean…?”

“Lie back, and you’ll see,”

“Okay,” he nodded, beginning to relax himself. “Wait!” He interjected, sitting up to look at you as he realised what was about to happen. “I can’t ask that of you…”

“Let me at least feel it, Hen…” you said, palming his erection through his pants as you began to unzip them. “Just a little?”

“Just a — Oohh,” he hissed, letting out some air through his teeth as your hands came into contact with his cock. Luckily for you, the carpet did indeed match the drapes - he had a wild patch of reddish-brown hair around his base, and he was roughly six inches, with a decent girth.

No wonder he was so shy and calm, he was totally packing and he knew it.

It was a fresh, peachy shade of pink, and some precum had begun to sprout from the head. Smirking, you gripped it, one hand stabilising the base as the other stroked it up and down; agonisingly slowly. The man’s eyes were shut, and his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he seemed to fixate on his breathing, letting out small, but long moans from his chest.

“Oh, Y/N…That’s —“

“Am I making you feel good, Henry? It feels like you’ve been needing this,” you giggled as his heavy cock twitched. He opened his eyes, staring at you intently as he nodded.

“I’m going to need to hear you say it, I’m afraid…” you teased.

“Mfh — Y/N — I -“ he stumbled, utterly wrapped up in the calming sensation. “You feel so good, I might —“

You immediately pulled your hands away, not wanting to embarrass him, and he ran his hands across his beard in shock, licking his lips as he did. He was about to open his mouth, when you did the work for him.

“How do you want me, Mr Emily?” You said, with a curious head tilt and wide eyes.

“In my lap…Straddle me like you did downstairs,”

You did exactly that, and the man kissed you again as he pulled off your shorts, running the material down your legs so that they pooled at your ankles.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he said sincerely, and you weren’t sure whether it was the glow of the moon, or just a simple nightlight, but it was then that you wanted him to consume you entirely. It was deep, and it was primal, an emotion that you exhibited through your frantic and passionate movements, of which he mirrored, adjusting himself so that his tip lined up with your entrance.

You locked eyes with each other, and with a small nod he entered you, causing your spine to arch in an almost inhuman way, and for the man to groan with relief. It had simply been too long since he’d been inside someone, and he shut his eyes in sheer pleasure as he accosted himself with the warm, squeezing sensation. You gripped onto his broad chest for support, burying your face into his neck as his hands found your waist, slowly moving your hips up and down his shaft.

“Henry — You’re so big— I don’t know if I can take it all…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said in an assuring manner, stroking your skin. “I’ll be gentle. You don’t have to take it all — it’s all about making us both feel good…”

“O-Okay,” you nodded, but you desperately wanted to consume him, just to see his face twist and contort with sheer pleasure.

Once you felt comfortable, you began to move up and down his shaft, your hips slowly falling into a gentle rhythm as he thrust up into you. One arm was on your waist, and the other steadying your back, guiding you through the motions as you engulfed his throbbing cock.

Henry’s moans turned into grunts as you began to circle your hips, making his cock twitch with desire as you took him so eagerly.

“Am I hurting you?” You said, eyes wide and lips pouted.

“The complete opposite, actually,” he chuckled. Even in the heat of the moment he still managed to possess his charming dorkiness.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled, pecking his cheek and throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“Not bad for an old man, huh?” He smirked, caressing your cheeks to stare at you again. He seemed to like doing that.

“Please stop calling yourself old,” you gasped. “You’re easily fucking me like a thirty year old,”

“Twenty five year old,” he bargained.

“Twenty- seven,”

“Deal,” he chuckled, beginning to slam his hips up into yours, creating a clapping sound. His thrusts were becoming more confident with every movement, and as you found yourself slowing down, he was quickening his pace.

Both his hands steadied your hips, and he leaned forward so that your body lay on the bed, whilst your hips were inverted, resting on his strong thighs. He began to pound you from this angle, admiring the way your body looked all sprawled out below him, leaning down to plant kisses along your chest and neck.

You, on the other hand, were in a sheer state of bliss, to the point that you could barely see straight. None of your college hookups had been able to fuck you like this, like an animal, but also deeply intuitively and caring.

Henry’s muscles were rippling, and he began to wobble, signalling to you that he was getting close.

“Uh - Mmfh - Y/N…” he moaned. “I’m gonna — Are you close?”

“Mmfh…” you nodded, unable to speak. “Please - Don’t pull out…” you begged, and Henry’s eyes widened, letting out a groan at the very thought of filling you up.

“Oh - I’m gonna — Fuck…” he whispered, cursing for what felt like the first time. His total bliss sent you over the edge, your body wobbling as you came, just as Henry keeled over, stabilising himself with his hands either side of you, panting as his chest rumbled. His eyes were shut, his hair glued to his forehead, and whispered sweet nothings as he pumped loads of his hot seed inside of you, for what felt like forever. He was so pent up that he thought he might’ve burst into millions of segments, like a firework on New Years Eve. Sighing, he tried to catch his breath as he withdrew from you, some of his remains leaking out of your hole as he fell beside you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your body and pulling you closer to him.

You swallowed some saliva, trying to desperately lubricate your throat as you scrambled to find the words for what just happened.

“You’re right…You do fuck like a twenty five year old…”

“It helps when the stimuli looks something like you,” he chuckled, drawing you to his chest as he kissed your forehead. You shut your eyes, drowning yourself in his embrace. Of course the scent was there, and although it was mixed with sweat and sex hormones, you didn’t mind in the slightest.

It was silent for a few moments until you spoke up.

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“Can you stay the night? It’s cold, and the room is bare…”

“I can’t believe you’d assume I’d leave,” he chuckled, rubbing your upper back soothingly. His chest slowly began to drop to its regular levels, and you traced the outline of his pectorals as you did, finding yourself growing weary by the minute. You yawned, and you didn’t know it, but he smiled down at you.

“You know - I really like you…” you said drowsily. “I think we could make great neighbours…”

“Just neighbours?”

“We’ll see…” you teased. “Don’t get too cocky now, you haven’t even taken me out for dinner yet…” you finished with another yawn, your eyes now fluttering shut.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he chuckled. “Sleep well,” he finished, kissing your forehead once again. As your hearts slowed down from their high, Henry knew that you were the one. Even if it was temporary, he owed it to himself to see where the two of you could go together.

-FIN.

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glamrockem · 2 years

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when their s/o needs to leave (michael, william, henry)

cw: gn reader, possessiveness, just softness

michael stares intently at the clock, absolutely dreading the moment you would have to part. all he wants is to be in your embrace forever. but it was getting late and you would have to go home.

“mike…i gotta go now.” you say, slowly removing your body from his. you let out a yelp when your boyfriend suddenly pins you down under him.

light wet smooches are scattered around your body, completely distracting you from the time. you blush hard as michael’s hands grip your waist and pull you impossibly closer to him.

the soft nibble on your ear shocks you, gasping and whimpering at the warmth of his breath. your boyfriend smirks into the crook of your neck.

“stay baby…please. i can’t get enough of you..”

“william hon..i need to get home-“ “you’re funny.”

the possessive grip on you tightens as your stubborn partner huffs. you roll your eyes. “i’m serious, i want to go home and shower.”

he grabs your jaw and forces you to make eye contact. piercing grey eyes lead you to submit, relaxing in his hold instead of trying to escape.

“you’ll take a shower here. you aren’t going anywhere.” he kisses you deeply, and you are stuck in his arms for the rest of the night.

your heart breaks at henry’s dejected expression. you know the death of his daughter has been hard on him, and him being alone won’t help. but you have to go back to your apartment.

“do..do you have to go so soon?” he whispers. you cradle his face with your hands softly.

“i promise i’ll be back my love. everything is going to be okay.” you kiss away the tears that he built up, and press one last one on his forehead.

he chuckles, nuzzling into your palm.

“i’ll be waiting.”

do not copy/repost/translate

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#not proofread #i’m so soft for henry y’all don’t even know #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf fanfic #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf fluff #michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael afton fluff #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton fluff #henry emily #henry emily fluff #henry emily x reader

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dilucs-princess · 4 months

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Henry Emily def has a mommy kink. The guy is so stressed and just needs some time to relax, and you are so gentle with him, hands barely touching his skin. He's always melting into you, but the first time he called you 'Mommy' was an accident, causing you to freeze and for him to be thoroughly humiliated. But you just gripped his chin, forcing him to look at you before growling out a 'say it again'. His cheeks turned the prettiest shade of red as he whimpered a soft 'Mommy, please...'

#mine ~ ♡ !#fnaf x reader #fnaf smut #Henry Emily #henry emily x reader #sub fnaf #dom reader

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forthereaderinserts · 2 years

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Boss Boseman: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Henry: An optimist sees a light at the end of the tunnel!

William: A realist sees a freight train.

You: And the train driver sees 3 morons standing on the tracks.

#fnaf imagines #fnaf x reader #incorrect x reader #blueycapsules x reader #henry emily x reader #boss Boseman x reader #william afton x reader #dave miller x reader

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ffauthor · 1 year

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William afton x reader x Henry Emily

Well, trying something new!

CW: Car crash, Cursing, Mention of blood, Bad thoughts, Polymarous. (In which a woman has a relationship with two males)

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You were sitting in the back seat, your knees pressed against your chest and the seatbelt threatening against your dress, listening to the music blasting through the radio and the small talk between the two males in front of you.

Henry was wearing a dark green colored suit with a black tie and brown shoes. William, on the other hand, wasn’t having a color theme, of course, he went with the color purple, the only color he could resist looking at.

You were just in a plain black dress. You had a purple flower in your hair and green socks underneath your white sneakers. You couldn’t wear heels, they hurt like hell and were uncomfortable as fuck.

Still, you wanted to match both of them, not wanting to disappoint one another.

It was only once, you told yourself. It was a special day, after all, you had to help William and Henry open up the pizzeria with the brand-new animatronics.

Well, that was ending about 15 minutes ago, and you guys were already back inside the car, wandering off to your house. You remember the looks of all the jealous girls as Henry placed a hand on your lower back or when William planted a kiss on your cheek. Normally, you weren’t bothered by them, or really by anyone but today.. that felt different.

Their opinions mattered.

They were giving you death stares, like beyond murderous glares. You swear that if one of the girls managed to get through the security you would be buried six feet underneath the bare ground. And that thought somehow made you... feel weird, deceitful things.

You wanted nothing but to get home, hide and cry in the beloved arms of your two males. Right, they were yours. Not theirs. Then why didn’t it feel like that? Why did it feel like you had to apologize for something that isn’t even your fault?

‘‘Darling!’‘ William’s British accent slips out, his head tilted back through the front seats to look at you. You snap your head up to meet his softened gaze and wipe the tears threatening to spill away, hoping neither of them caught a glance of it.

‘‘There you are.’‘ he smiled softly, his tone worried and lowered, making henry look up inside the front mirror, meeting your gaze as well. ‘‘You okay, m’love?’‘ he asked so so sweetly like if he were to speak louder you’d break down immediately. Truth is, you might.

You felt their eyes burn into your bare skin as you tried so hard to shake it away. But you couldn’t, you never could when you were about to cry. and you weren’t one to cry often, at least not in front of them.

You nod your head, scared that if you’d say anything you would start to bail your eyes out, and you weren’t.gonna.let.that.happen. Their eyes still focused on you, unfazed.

The lantern lights were brightening up the dark night, glittering through the thin windows. It lights up your features, your beautiful thighs covered by the half-length dress, and your eyes puffy and covered in mascara.

There was no denying your red eyes now. Maybe when-

a loud thud caused you to look up towards the light coming closer and closer to the car, a curse leaving Henry’s mouth, and a grip from William tightening.

You were on the ground. surrounded with glass, a pile of your own blood, someone else blood, and gas all over the floor. You couldn’t feel anything, well anything except the blood coming from your nose and running down your head and the hair grooving against your skin.

your hearing went up in beeps, hearing nothing but a loud irritating buzz inside your ears, glass still falling around you.

Something heavy was on you, covering you from seeing the sky, the lanterns, or any type of movement. and then you heard it, two loud British voices, hearable through the buzzers. worried voices, panicked voices.

‘‘Goddamnit Y/n.’‘ - ‘‘Y/n!?’‘ you felt someone’s soft fingers graze around yours, trying to tell you they were here, that they were going to rescue you.

You looked up to see William and henry, knelt down in front of you with nothing but a bruise and a small bit of blood on their body, their clothes ripped.

It wasn’t fair.. how could they get away with only a small bruise? And here you are, stuck underneath a heavy ass car door, trying to control your breathing and not fall unconsious. You were trying to stay strong, for them.. and maybe for yourself, But it was alright.. all that mattered was that they were safe, they were alright.

#william afton x y/n #william afton x reader #william afton #fnaf #FNAF fanfiction #henry emily #henry emily x reader #henry emily x y/n

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iamborsh · 3 months

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"𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆" William Afton/Y.N/Henry Emily

Tags: au, group sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk.

(art by FellD)

You and William met when you were in college. And now you have been married for a year. William and another friend of his, whom you will soon get to know better, opened their own pizzeria "Freddy Fazbear" and you, being a good wife, supported him. Everything was as usual, however, until one day.

"Dear, did you call me?" - you entered William’s office. He called you and asked you to come to his office. William sat at the table and worked on his laptop, and there was a small cup of green tea next to him.

"Yes, my love, I wanted to offer you something…" - he rose from his chair and walked towards you. What is your husband up to?

"And what?" - curiosity began to play in you.

"We've been together for a long time and you know… Sometimes the same type gets boring". - William straightened your lost strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. - "I wanted to add a little variety".

"Of course, go ahead, I will always be for making changes". - you smiled warmly, showing that you support him.

"What about group sex?" - He smiled slyly. This is not what you expected to hear.

"W-What? With whom?…" - you, of course, were ready for changes, but not the same.

"With Henry! Darling, you remember him". - Henry, of course, is Will’s partner, it’s hard not to know about him. - "Please, honey, agree".

You were confused. There's something wrong, but your husband's proposal sounded so…tempting. The image of you taking two cocks at once started spinning in your head. Damn, this is exciting.

"I think I agree…" - you were a little embarrassed, you never thought that you would agree to something like this

"I knew you would make the right decision!" - William kissed you tenderly on the lips. You didn't notice the phone in William's hands

After a while, the kiss stopped being gentle, it became persistent, almost animalistic. You heard the sound of the door opening.

"Here comes, my Henry" - William smiled. You turned to the side, yes, it was Henry, most likely, your husband had already called him. Everything inside of you clenched. Desire and fear were mixed. - "Won't you join in the fun?"

Now two pairs of arms are hugging your waist. You felt warm lips touch your neck, it was already Henry, William was busy with your shirt at that time.

"Nice bra, honey" - William decided to piss you off even more. The thoughts that this was wrong left you. You tried to hide your heavy sighs of pleasure, but you did it extremely poorly, because while Will was circling your tongue your swollen nipples, Henry has already started to move down to your jeans.

"Just relax, Y/N~" - drawled the man behind you.

You didn’t even notice how you were left in only white panties, which soon followed the rest of your clothes

"Baby, you're gorgeous, aren't you, Henry?" - William asked Henry, who was holding your legs from behind, as he approached you from the front.

"Yes, Y/N, you have nothing to be ashamed of". - Henry's hands teasingly "accidentally" touched your clit, causing you to moan involuntarily.

The head of William’s cock impatiently rubbed against your soaked cunt, causing you to arch. Your position wasn’t entirely comfortable, but you didn’t care, it wouldn’t be difficult for Henry to hold you.

"Please!" - you screamed, you were tired of these two teasing.

Henry and Will looked at each other, you felt not only William’s cock entering you from the front, but also Henry’s cock.

"Oh!" - you moaned in surprise"

"Damn, how nice". - Henry groaned muffledly. William was just breathing heavily, but you can be sure he was feeling damn good too

At first it was a little painful, because it was your first time experiencing anal sex, but soon your body got used to it and double pleasure began to spread throughout your body.

The room was filled with intimate spankings of 3 bodies skin on skin, which turned you all on even more. You were still quite a modest girl and a kind wife, and now you moan so depravedly from the fact that you take two dicks at once, but you don’t care

"Honey, you squeeze us so tight. Do you like it that much? But you doubted it before". - as if wanting to embarrass you, your husband purred.

You were unable to speak. Two cocks moved inside you at the same time, pounding into you up to your balls, causing your pussy to make squelching noises. Warmth began to arise somewhere in the lower abdomen. William's hands went to your clit, kneading it and making you groan loudly. God forbid that any of the workers heard this.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum soon, Hen-Hen." - your husband hissed, the men’s thrusts becoming more and more chaotic.

"Me too, Willie" - then you didn’t even notice how affectionately they addressed each other, you were too excited.

Your walls began to tighten around the men’s cocks, making them feel even more pleasure and breathe heavily. A couple of seconds and you came with a drawn-out moan.

Soon you simultaneously felt a viscous liquid inside you. Looks like the men came too. You rested your head on William's shoulder as your husband's lips moved towards Henry's.

The office seemed to be in chaos. Clothes were scattered and the floor was stained with the men's sperm, but the sensations were worth it. A couple of minutes later, when you finally came to your senses and got dressed, Will comes up behind you, putting his arm around your waist and kissing you on the top of your head.

"You did great, honey. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

#henry emily #fnaf #william afton #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf smut #william afton x you #henry emily x reader

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dxrkvibez · 1 month

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sometimes my adhd kicks in, and i forget some things that i say.

apparently i was in the car today, my friend gave me a piece of licorice. i was scared to try it, so instead, i licked it. the whole thing.

i asked if she wanted it back. she said no. because i licked it

i then say ‘oh yeah. i was practicing. for when i meet henry emily.’

guys/ i don’t remember saying this. please save me. she knows to much

#henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #willry #henry emily x reader #william afton #charlie emily #helliam

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eatmyassssssssz · 1 year

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Request for henry

I'm the same anon who asked that

Can you make a neighbor Henry where you baby sit his kids or something and he comes home a bit late and gives you a reward? Smut pls

Having a free day off is always relaxing to you, even when you do favors for people - especially Henry emily, a family friend who lived close to yourself - you don't mind, it beats that fucking job you work at any day.

This day you get a knock on your door from your neighbor, Henry his name was, he lives right next door. You've grown quite close to him ever since you moved in, although he's known you since you were young, you and him got close, via helping him with groceries shopping or him teaching you how to garden, sometimes just relaxing in his living room. he was sweet like that.

This favor you don't mind at all, one that makes you smile when you hear it;

"I need help with Charlie and Sammy...I'll be at work 'til quite late and i can't get anyone to watch them that late, they're just not old enough to be trusted yet, can you? You'd be a life saver. Honestly. I'll give you somethin for it since it's late." he said, even though he always gives you a little tip for the favours. he always felt guilty taking up your time when he thought you had better things to be doing.

Spending the day with the girls was a blast, they both begged you to play with them on the Playstation and then for lunch you made them sandwiches, sitting with them to watch a movie and then spent some time in the back yard as they tried showing you their cartwheels.

After a game of tag it was a little past 8, the girls all warn out and tired so after their showers and night routines you put them in their beds, kissing them both on the forehead and wishing them goodnight.

he unlocks the door, rubbing the tired out of his eyes. you look up from the couch, watching a movie on his television, like he said you could when his kids had went up to sleep.

And that's how your here, you had happily agreed, not only because you have that secret crush on him, but the girls are the sweetest kids you know and you don't mind having to watch over them at any time.

"hello, mr emily!" you say cheerfully.

"how were the girls? went to bed on time?" he looked upon you, studying your figure.

you nod. you were a family friend's daughter, so you knew Henry quite well, and his girls. You knew how polite he was and how soft he was. He was never rude, nor impolite. he always tipped you quite a bit if you done a job for him like babysitting.

He grabbed his wallet. "Let me get your tip, thanks for looking after them, sweetheart. 's much appreciated." He opened his wallet, flicking through his cards and too his cash. "shit."

"I'll be right back, I'll go to the ATM and get your tip out for you." He sighed softly, putting his wallet in the back pocket of his work jeans.

You look up softly and get up after turning off his TV. "Nonono, don't worry, Mr. Emily."

"You don't have to call me Mr. Emily, Henry is just fine. And i will worry. You're a young girl living by herself. I can't give you just what most people would. Especially since I've known you since you were young."

You walk over to him, fidgeting with your hands. You breath in, your thoughts are going crazy. 'just say it. whats the worst that can happen?" your inner monologue spoke.

"You can pay me in another way, Henry." you say, drapping your hands over his shoulders.

"oh really now?"

you nod in reply. he holds up your chin giving you a quick kiss.

suddenly, the kiss went from quick to long, and sweet to sexual, and meaningless to passionate.

"mr emily—"

"henry." he corrected, "henry, are you sure..this is a good decision?" he nods. "if youre comfortable with it, yes."

you nod intently.

Yes, he was a lot older than you, yes he literally had children dilf but what does that mean? experience.

"im sorry i don't have a tip for you, doll. hope you don't mind. i can get it for you tomorrow." he says, unbuckling his belt. "henry, you don't have to worry about it. please, don't. taking my virginity is much enough."

he looked up at you, confused. "What?" you cock your head in reply. "Did i say something weird? I'm sorry—"

"nonono..you're a virgin?"

you nod meekly. "..yup." he traces your hips and curves, "but, you're perfect. Beautiful, young, funny, sweet."

"I've been waiting for a special someone too take my virginity. And i picked you." You say, unzipping his jeans. He slides then down and takes himself out of his boxers.

Your eyes peer at his dick. "oh— um..you're...really thick. Jesus." He chuckled at your response. "Really now, huh?"

"i..i don't think i can fit that."

"I suppose it might be a struggle, yes." He put 2 fingers up to your hole. "May i? Just might stretch you, a bit."

a bit? 1 of his fingers was enough to stretch you!

"a bit?" he laughed lazily in response to your shocked expression. "i...yes, yes, just please, do it!" you slap his arm playfully.

he continued to plunge the first half of his ring and middle finger into you. he had a ring on and it felt cold against your thighs as you squeezed said thighs together around his hand.

you let out a choked moan. "j—jesus.."

"this a good enough tip?"

big thanks to @lillianastuff for helping with the first 3 or so paragraphs!!

#henry #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddys x reader #five nights at freddy's #f!reader #henry emily x reader #henry emily x you #please someone help me tag better 😭😭

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springnote · 6 months

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For my next work, would y’all prefer some movie!William Afton smut, or the reverse of this post where they catch you (since it’s my most popular piece)

#william afton x reader #fnaf vanessa x reader #michael afton x reader #vanny x reader #henry emily x reader #phone guy x reader #william afton smut #michael afton smut #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf

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fandomwritingbit · 10 months

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william afton x afab reader x henry emily

A/n: I have no idea what this is. Pure horny weirdness ig, just uh... enjoy?

Warnings: swearing, smut, voyeurism and inappropriate relationships

It was that time of day where Henry found no choice but to go and interact with his co-worker, he had a plastic wallet thick with documents that he’d wanted to see, something about monitoring stock after a big party. To be honest, Henry didn’t really see the point, the accountant could do it when they come in on Fridays, but hell, keep the peace. He took himself across the building and down the maintenance corridor which housed William at the end of it. But the second he stepped in and the staff-only door closed behind him, he was greeted with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and he stood for a moment in sheer disbelief.

He finally moved closer to William’s office, the sounds more apparent and lewder, the desperate moaning from you coupled with the wet sounds of William using your cunt. Then it struck him who you are. You, the relatively new day security guard. He liked you because you’re sweet and very capable, and yes, gorgeous; and at hearing your intimate noises and sighs he found himself rock hard under his trousers. His eyes widened in panic, he couldn’t see why he didn’t just walk away and come back later but God, he was throbbing, the image of your pretty body underneath him was too fucking good.

Hating himself the moment he thinks of it, Henry peeks his head around the corner to see Will’s back, mercifully still dressed, and your legs wrapped around his waist. He can’t take his eyes off the spectacle, your scratches on his shoulders and knee hooking him in, he’s suddenly overcome with a wave of pungent jealousy. He tears himself away and collapses against the wall outside the office, just obscured by the door frame, his cock prominent and visibly erect through the fabric. And he falls victim to your mewls and begins stroking himself, hopeful that the ruffling of his clothes as he freed himself wouldn’t give him away.

It felt gross, but only for a few seconds as he lost himself in the idea of fucking you himself and feeling of his cock in his hand. He matches his pace to your moans, trying to block out the sounds of his co-worker, and only half succeeding. Thrusting his dick into his hand with the picture of the two of you at the forefront of his mind, trying to keep himself quiet.

“Fuck, Will.” you half-squeal half-laugh as he pushes your back flat against the desk you’re being pounded on, pulling on his arms to get him closer to you. “God, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. Please...” His cock fit so well inside you, stretching you open and repeatedly hitting that spot inside you that made you crumble.

You do, clamping down around him in the most perfectly tight way. “You dirty fucking girl. You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours? Huh?” The rasp in his voice makes you shiver.

“Noooo,” you whine, not letting him pull out of you. “Inside, Will. I want it inside.” you squeal again as he ruts into you harder, his pace staggering as he gets closer.

Your words were now etched into Henry's mind, you asked for him inside, hell, near begged for it. You still were, though it became more and more incoherent. He couldn’t believe how filthy that was, how that came from you and not some video on his phone. At your moaning he came, not having thought it through at all, releasing his load on the tilled floor, having to bite his arm to stop any sounds escaping.

When he gained enough sense about him to fix himself, Henry put himself away and dabbed at some sweat coating his brow, still swimming in the high. He ignored the urge to flee back to his own office, instead listening to hear the aftermath of your activity.

“You are absolute filth, my dear. Really going to finish your shift like that?” You grin, letting his cum seep out of you, still sat with your legs spread on his desk. Henry could only dream of the sight.

“Why, is it distracting?” From out the door Henry can hear William chuckling, followed by the sound of you hopping off the desk. Your boss watches you shimmy your knickers back up your legs, only half catching his release and your slick, then your skirt which you smooth down even though it did nothing to make you look more presentable.

You go to move past your boss, your make up smudged. “Get yourself here after hours.” He speaks into your ear, as you walk out the door, slapping your arse when you pass him, a smirk on his face.

As you opened the door, Henry did his best to make it look like he’d just arrived, in the traditional sense and not the way he had, giving you a polite smile without meeting your eyes.

“Oh hey, Mr Emily.” you say, taking a moment to look at him, “You alright?”

His breath hitched at your question, but you didn’t quite realise why. You must be too fucked out. “Yes, uh fine.” He manages, internally willing you to just walk away. You do, smiling at him in your usual friendly way like he didn’t just hear you ask your boss to fill you up.

“Henry...” Will emerged himself, his tie undone. He raises his hands, presenting his palms, speaking jokingly, “I can explain.”

He sighs, “Yeah, I’ll bet.” His sarcastic tone and the look on his face told William more that he would have liked.

His head fell back in laughter, “You heard then?” When Henry’s face didn’t change, he just laughed again taking a minute to curb it before finally asking, “What are you here for, Henry?” though the grin remained.

“I have the inventory documents you wanted, after the big party.” He says dryly, eager to end this conversation and avoid more gloating, because his jealousy was evident, as was the proof of his activity still on the floor.

Henry is faced with a look of boredom from Will that pretty much mirrored his own expression. “Just leave it on my d- actually, not the desk. The uh filling cabinet, leave it there. I need a piss and a smoke.” He moved past Henry, adjusting his tie as he walked away.

About half a pace from where he left his co-worker stood, he slips, his heel catching the mess Henry had left on the floor. It was only brief, but enough to make him look down at the stickiness on his shoe in disgust, though fortunately to Henry he didn’t catch on.

“And get a fucking cleaner in here, shit.”

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