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ruh--roh-raggy · 5 months

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Part 2

Hello hello! Welcome back to part 2 of my fully self indulgent delusion! This is a very fluffy chapter, we get a little peek inside reader and William's day to day life while they start unpacking! Thank you all so much for the support and the comments and the reblogs and the likes, all of it! I'm grateful every single one of you is here! If you would like to be added to the tag list please don't hesitate to let me know! I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading!!

WARNINGS: None

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Word Count: 4,168

Part 1 - Part 3

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You stretched as you sat up in bed, smiling as you caught sight of the tall pines that seemed to stretch on endlessly outside your window. You looked around for William, feeling his side of the bed was cold, you knew he had been up for a while. You grabbed the sweatshirt you had been wearing the night before from where it had ended up on the floor. You smile as the smell of motor oil and your husband's cologne fills your nose, the warm, worn fabric of his college sweatshirt pooling around your waist. You wrap your arms tightly around your body, your hands fully swallowed by the sweatshirt’s sleeves as your bare feet padded across the floor. You scrunched up your nose, rubbing the bottom of your foot off on the side of your leg as you stepped in a pile of dirt, making a comment about how you'd have to vacuum later. You wandered into the kitchen when you heard William’s voice, finding him twisting the phone’s chord around his finger as he chatted idly. He smiles at the sight of you sleepily stumbling up to him. You couldn't stop your eyes from raking over his body; his fleece pajama pants sitting low on his hips, his salt and pepper chest hair carpeting his chest before gradually thinning out to the happy trail that was cut off by his clothing. “Woof.” You grumble, causing him to chuckle. He places a hand over the receiver and gives you a playful, warning look.

“Behave.” He whispers with a wink. You look around the kitchen, a few stray bags of groceries littered the counter in various stages of being put away, a moving box labeled ‘pans’ in William’s big blocky script. “Yeah, we were planning on swinging by later.” From that statement alone you knew he was talking to Henry. You slide your arms around his torso, his free arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders as he draws you in closer. “No, I'm not trying to sneak in so I can work.” William groans in an unamused tone. The two make a few more remarks to each other before he hangs up. “Well good morning.” His voice becomes noticeably more chipper as he greets you.

“I had to wake up all alone, without my husband in bed next to me.” You close your eyes and look away from him with a soft “hmph”, a kiss getting pressed to your forehead to try and alleviate your mock annoyance.

“Oh, my poor girl. Look at you, about to whiter away from lack of attention.” He shoots back a fake pout. “How about you and I go take a shower and I'll take you out for breakfast, would that make up for it?”

You hum as you ponder over his offer, “I think I can work with that.” You giggle as he stops down to rest his forehead against yours, peppering your face in kisses. The bags on the counter catch your eye again. “When did you go grocery shopping?” He sighs at your question.

“Well, I was supposed to have breakfast ready for when you got up.” He scoops you up in his arms without missing a beat, walking around and holding you close to him was second nature at this point he did it so often. “But, Henry called, and you know who that goes.” You nod with a small laugh. “So, why not use the opportunity to take my girl out to breakfast?” He smiles warmly at you, your heart still flutters in your chest even after almost a decade of seeing that smile. He sets your down at the top of the stairs, your hand instinctively reaching out to take his as you ambled down the hall towards your master bathroom.

“Can we go to that place I like?” William can't help but smile at your vague question.

“The one with the shitty coffee and the good pancakes or the one that makes those fancy omelets? He asks in an attempt to clarify.

“The one with the shitty coffee and good pancakes.” You decide with a nod. William internally remarked how cute he thought it was when you swore. Chuckling to himself when he thought back to the time someone had rear-ended his car. The two of you had been driving back from dinner at Henry’s house, both of you laughing as you recounted your favorite moments from the evening. The light had changed a lot quicker than William was expecting as you pulled up to an intersection, making you rock slightly in your seat as he hit the brakes a little harder than normal. You both let out a shocked sound as the car suddenly gets shoved forward. Before William could even fully process what had happened your seatbelt was off and you were flying out of the passenger seat.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your voice grows deeper as rage bubbles up in your chest. “Are you fucking blind or just fucking stupid?” William’s eyes widen as he listens to the expletives fall from your lips with ease. Finally unclicking his own seatbelt and stepping out. You had powered up to the guy that rear-ended the car. A finger jabbing into his chest and pointing at the bumper, your voice unwaveringly stern as you ripped this man a new one. If he was being honest, he found this side of you pretty damn hot. Your whole expression softened as your eyes landed on him. “Honey, are you okay?” You practically shoved the man out of the way to get over to him. You immediately began fussing over him, asking if he had hit his head and checking him for seatbelt burns.

“I'm alright, bunny.” He pulls you against him, you finally allow yourself a moment to take a deep breath. “Why don't you go sit in the car and calm down? I'll handle this baby, don't worry.” He's snapped from the memory as your lips brushing over the back of his hand. “Sparky’s it is.” He smiles down at you. You helped William open up a few boxes, trying your best to dig out everything you would need to shower. “It has to get unpacked anyways, right?” He would remark with a pat on your head at the sound of your annoyed sighs. You sat on the floor organizing under the sink, William stood in the shower, securing the custom shelves he had built for you into place. He hummed as he worked, the corners of your lips quirking up in a smile as you recognized the song you had your first dance to at your wedding. You glance up at him, William giving you his trademark lopsided grin as his eyes lock with yours.

“So this is love.” The light, melodic sound of your voice floats through the room.

“So this is what makes life divine.” He joins you softly, his voice gravelly and slightly flat as he continues the next line.

“I'm all aglow.” He decides to continue with the humming, punctuating your lines. He steps out of the shower, taking your hand and giving you a slow spin before his arm wraps around your waist. You swayed in time to your singing, looking just as in love with you now as he did on your wedding night. His lips press to yours as he dips you backwards, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“I swear you look more beautiful every day.” He whispers. You lightly slap his chest, trying to hide the blush that has taken over your cheeks. The two of you finished setting up what you needed in the bathroom relatively quickly, you broke down the empty boxes while William got the shower started. He groans as the hot water hits his back, stretching his tired muscles.

“Wet your hair.” You command him softly as you step in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking at you playfully. “I'm sorry, what was that bunny?”

“Wet your hair.” You repeat a little louder, trying your best to appear confident despite the fact you wanted to melt under his gaze. “It’s my turn to take care of you.” He rests his hands on your waist, obliging your little request. You work the shampoo into his hair, earning a soft groan from him as you lightly scratch his scalp. “You always take such good care of me, you have to let me return the favor sometimes.” You smile up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his chest.

“But you're my little lady-” you cut him off before he even had the chance to argue. You have heard his reasoning a million times. You were his wife. That meant, if he could help it, you would never have to lift a finger. He was always opening doors for you, cooking breakfast, taking you out on dates, everything you have ever wanted or needed William has taken care of. Your job, according to him, was to look pretty and to let him spoil you. You, however, viewed things a little differently. You loved William to the moon and back and then some. No matter how much he would always try to fuss over you, he needed to be taken care of too, even if he didn't want to admit it. You made sure that there was always a hot meal on the table for when your husband would get home, even if it was just Chinese. When he had a particularly long day at work you would put in some extra effort into doting on him; taking care of putting away his jacket and work boots, gently guiding him to sit on the couch while you snuck off to prepare his plate for him, anything he needed you were on top of it before the thought even crossed his mind.

“I am your wife.” The sound of you so adamantly declaring that you were his threatened to bring William to his knees. “Fight it all you want, but since I am your wife, Mr. Afton…” your voice softens as you finish making your point. “It’s important to me that I take care of my husband however I can.” He smiles, stooping down to give you a caste kiss. “Now rinse.”

“Yes ma'am.” He responds with a chuckle.

You hummed softly as you dug through boxes of clothes, eventually deciding on one of William’s sweatshirts and a pair of his flannel pajamas pants. The soft fabric pooling around your ankles and making your hands disappear. William steps in the bedroom; drying off his glasses in a towel, his hair still damp from your shower, his beard neatly trimmed. “Well don't you look cozy.” You race into his open arms, letting him hug you tight to his chest. “You ready to get going?” You nod, your hand slipping into his as you allow him to lead you down the hallway. Throughout the drive you were both filled with laughter, recounting how days like this were a common occurrence when you first started dating.

“Well can you blame me? I was a full time student, working full time at Freddy’s, dealing with the absolutely scandalous lifestyle of falling in love with an older man.” He lets out a loud laugh at your dramatic tone over the last part.

“Did I ever say it was a problem?” He tries to defend himself. “There was nothing I loved more than picking you up after your Friday morning class. You would come stomping down to my car, quiet,” he tries to subdue his own chuckling by quieting your laughter, “you would throw all your stuff in the back seat, and you would lay down on my lap and fall asleep while I drove. It really doesn't sound like I had anything to complain about.”

“You were always so grouchy before your pancakes.” You mock his voice, sitting up straight in the seat and planting your hands firmly on your hips. Neither of you could keep a straight face, dissolving into fits of laughter as you pulled into the parking lot.

“Hey, Mr and Mrs Afton, welcome back.” You're greeted by the preppy red headed hostess. She leads you to your usual booth in the back corner, William always insisted a corner booth was quieter and more intimate. You had one of the paper placemats flipped over to the blank side in front of you. You passed a pen back and forth, playing tic tac toe while you waited for your food. You figured out a plan for the house, both of you excited to start settling into the space.

“I think we should start with the bedroom, it'll give us a nice little reprieve from all the chaos.” He chuckles, beating you once again at your game before putting the pen down. Your plates of pancakes clattered down in front of you, both of you rushing to dig into your meals so you could get the rest of your day started.

You pushed through your front door with a groan, arms filled with bags of cleaning supplies. You dragged everything upstairs, your husband not far behind as he unloaded the rest of your shopping. He places a quick kiss to your lips, the subtle taste of coffee still lingering from breakfast. When most of the heavy cleaning had been done you decided to take a break. You sprawled out in the middle of the empty floor, the hardwood cool against your back. You could hear the soft sounds of William jogging back up the stairs and down the hall before he re-entered the room. He set down a box next to you, before joining you on the floor. “What's this?” You grin excitedly, turning the box to see what was inside.

Your eyes immediately welled up as you ran your fingers over the worn, mostly faded marker. ‘The Good Parts’ was all it said, but you remembered this box vividly. When you and William had originally moved in together you didn't bring much with you. You were in college at the time, sharing a shitty apartment with even shittier roommates, most of your furniture aside from your bed was made up of large plastic bins and wobbly rolling drawers. However, William was very surprised when he opened up one of your moving boxes. The good parts, as it had been so cryptically named, was a catchall of your entire relationship so far; polaroids of the two of you together, any small cheap pieces of jewelry he had bought for you while you were out shopping, ticket stubs to movies you had particularly liked, letters he had written you, all of it. A box that had only been added to throughout all these years. “It was tucked away in the closet, I know you would've been upset if we had forgotten it during the move.” He smiles softly at you. You pull him in for a soft kiss. Wiping at your eyes, you then reach out to open it with shaking fingers. William reaches in first, pulling out a pair of ticket stubs attached to a couple polaroids. One was of you and William standing in the driveway of your old apartment. Your arms wrapped around William’s waist, his lips pressed to the top of your head, you could barely make out the figure failing to jump out of frame in time as Henry. “One of our double dates with Henry and Sarah.” He chuckles. You smile as you pick up the second one. William held you close, he was dancing you around the empty parking lot. You were laughing in the photo, practically falling into him. William looked so happy, so in love with you. He still had that same look in his eyes when your attention moved back to him. He holds out the ticket stubs.

“We went to go see Children of the Corn.” You laugh as you readed over the faded print.

“You hated that movie!” He exclaims.

“I didn't hate the movie, I hated how freaky those kids were!” You explain, throwing your arms wide. “You can't tell me they weren't unsettling!” You tried arguing your point but William was already laughing. You playfully push his shoulder with a groan, both of you giggling like idiots as you put the items back. One picture in particular catches your eye. Your eyes were assaulted by the too bright splashes of yellows and purples. You and all your coworkers at Freddy’s dressed up for a sports day. You found yourself in the picture, a soft blush on your cheeks as you smiled bashfully at the camera, a very rigid William at your side. “This was like a week after we met.” You grin. “Look at you, you're so awkward.” You tease, making your body purposely cringe up. He laughs at your teasing, he would never deny that he definitely was not the smoothest when you had met.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side, fingers running over the edge of the photograph. “Do you remember the day we met?” You perk up at the question, moving your hair out of the way to reveal a thin silver line near your temple.

“Of course I do, I still have the scar!” You respond in a chipper tone.

“That's not what I meant!” He manages to get out through a fit of laughter.

“I know, I’m just never going to let you live that down.” You wink at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “Of course I remember the day we met honey, I started to like you the first day I met you.” You place a kiss to his cheek. You had just recently started working at Freddy’s, and as far as college jobs, it wasn't the worst place you could be. Sure the carpet was always sticky and the kids were loud, but you got along well with your coworkers and there were parts of working at the pizzeria that actually were quite fun. You had even grown particularly fond of the giant animatronic animals that performed their concert every 20 minutes.

“Can you do me a favor?” Your coworker Rachel rushes up to you. “That table's food is going to be up any second but I need to pee so bad, would you be able to grab it for me?”

“Yeah of course!”

“Thanks girl, I owe you.” She smiles gratefully before hurrying off. Your eyes dart over to a girl as she lets out a shrill scream, seeing it was just because she had won a lot of tickets you continue to push through the kitchen door. You felt a sharp crack to your head as everything went black. When you woke up you were laying on the floor, a warm hand slipped into yours. Your head hurt but other than that you felt fine. You sat up with a groan, a strong arm immediately supporting your back.

“Easy, doll.” A low, gravelly voice says. “You got hit pretty hard.”

“What happened?” You ask quietly.

“She's okay everyone!” The voice speaks a little louder. There's a collective murmur of relief. He leans in closer to you and whispers, “I'm going to help you up, I need you to do me a favor and hide against the side of me. You got cut by some plastic, I don't want anyone seeing the blood and panicking.” You nodded, allowing him to help you up from the floor, leaning into his side in a way that hid your face. He led you from the room, the usual noise of the pizzeria gradually starting up behind you. He opens a door and leads you into a room before immediately breaking into an apology. “I am so sorry, I was looking at a ticket when I was coming out. Are you okay? I'm going to clean you up here and take you to the hospital to make sure you don't have a concussion-” you wave your arms in front of you, cutting him off.

“Wait, I have questions!” You exclaim, demanding his full attention. His eyes widened slightly, shocked by your firm tone. “I still don't know what happened, I walked through the door and I woke up on the floor. So how did I get knocked out?”

“I was carrying a tray, I looked down at the ticket to check the table number again and I didn't see you coming through the door.” He explains bashfully.

“So you whacked me in the head with a pizza tray?” You ask to clarify. He nods, unable to meet your eyes as his face scrunches up in embarrassment. “Okay, I'm not mad. Accidents happen.” Your voice softened, you could tell he was beating himself up over the situation. “I also don't know who you are, so what's your name?” You ask with a small laugh.

“Oh, that's right, you're one of the new employees. I'm sorry we had to meet like this.” He states with a chuckle. “I'm William Afton.” Your eyes widened as you realized this was Mr. Emily’s elusive business partner.

“Sir I'm so sorry, I had no idea.” You immediately rush to apologize. He waves you off as he digs around in a drawer for a first aid kit.

“Mr. Afton in front of customers, other than that call me William.” You couldn't help but notice the playful sparkle in his eyes as he glanced up at you. You can't help but blush as you looked away. You took a second to take in your surroundings. Tools lined the walls, a work bench covered in blue prints and notebooks, various animatronic parts scattered in various corners. ‘This must be his workshop's you thought to yourself. Your attention was immediately forced back onto him as he steps in front of you, his massive form blocking out the bulb that hung from the ceiling. “I got you pretty good, didn't I?” He grumbles. His gold wire framed glasses glinted in the light as he sets them on the top of his head. He started to reach out in order to maneuver your face to look at the wound better, pausing before his fingers brushed your jaw. “I, um… is it okay if I touch you? I just want to make sure I get you cleaned up.” You nod, tensing up as you feel his calloused fingers run over your cheek. “I'm so sorry about this.

“It's okay Mr. Afton, really.” You were having trouble forming a proper sentence. His skin was so warm. The way he held your face so delicately in his large hand, like you would break if he moved wrong.

“William.” He corrects you with a small smile.

“William.” You repeat back softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of you saying his name putting him in almost a trance for a second.

“This is probably going to sting a little.” He gives you an apologetic look before dabbing on the disinfectant. You wince, subconsciously reaching up to hold onto his arm. He got you all cleaned up, carefully putting a bandage on your head before stepping back and returning his glasses to their proper place. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he gave you a lopsided smile. “You know I never got your name.”

“I was surprised you still talked to me after that.” You were snapped back to the present by the sound of your husband's voice floating to your ears.

“You had already beaten yourself up enough over it. Plus, seeing you all flustered and worried over me was really cute.” He pulls you into a kiss, you could still feel the smile on his lips, his mustache tickling your nose slightly. You set the picture back inside, closing up the top of the box and earning a curious look from William. “I wanna savor this… it's been a while since we looked in here.” You mutter softly, tracing a finger over the writing on the outside.

“Maybe we should unpack it with the rest of the stuff.” He gently squeezes your arm before his hand rubs over your back. “I don't know about you, but I think it would be nice to put all of this stuff out where we can see it.” You turn your head to face him, letting your forehead rest against his. “But I definitely agree we should make it last.” You could hear the playful tone in his voice. “Knowing you, you'd cry if we dug through this whole box today.” You lightly punched him in the arm, William faking a hurt expression, hissing slightly as he rubs a hand over the spot you hit. “Easy there, killer. You're going to rip my whole arm off.” He chuckles. He stands with a pained groan, his knees popping as he hoists himself up off the floor. “Come on, I think I know how we can make this a little more fun.”

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goofygecko · 7 months

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Some headcanons to make up for my lack of posting lately.

♡-sfw

☆-nsfw

◇- angst (only 1)

Masterlist

☆- William definitely loves to fuck your thighs when you're too exhausted to do anything extreme.

♡- If you're afraid of thunderstorms he'll let you curl up into his lap and cuddle with him until the storm passes.

•♡- "Awh, sweetheart, you're going to be okay.."

☆- He probably has hundreds of lewd Polaroids of you that he brings with him to the pizzeria in his wallet just to entertain him when you're not at work.

•☆- "Fuck, princess, if only I could have you here right now." He chuckles, "You wouldn't be returning to your shift."

☆- (This one's a gross one) I feel like he would lick up your tears when you both get really into it.

♡- During Halloween time he loves to carve pumpkins and will have you do it with him every year.

•☆- Speaking of pumpkins, we all know he would try cutting a hole into one for himself and have you put your hand in. <3

•☆- "Awh, darling, you're so gullible."

◇- You'll walk into his house occasionally to see him just leaning against the fridge or sitting at the dining room table, hand(s) covering his face at he silently cries to himself.

♡- Man has a soft spot for large stuffed rabbits, he has some hidden in his closet because he thinks it makes him less of a man for having them. </3

A/N: I swear I'm working on some actual fics I just haven't been very motivated lately. 😭💔

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glamrockem · 2 years

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sugarbaby! (michael and william)

cw: suggestive, sugar baby gn reader, possessive ass will.

michael:

- lord you know this man will spoil the fuck outta you.

- i don’t see him as materialistic so all his money goes to you.

- very lovable partner, treats you like you hung the stars and moon.

- any small hint that you want something? he buys it. and not just one. multiple.

- one time he rented an amusement park for your birthday and you were astonished.

- all he wants in return is some cuddles and love and to waste his fathers money. be kind to him please.

you walk into the luxurious bathroom to see it completely done up. rose peddles formed a path to the bath tub, in which was lined with sweet scented candles and filled with foamy bubbles. the room was coated in a warm light.

“now michael..you didn’t have to..” you whispered in awe, gently taking off your clothes. you feel large arms wrap around your waist before you could step in.

“i’ll do anything to make you happy my love. take this as a reward for making me the happiest man on the planet.”

william:

- unlike michael, you need to work for your gifts. sexually or romantically.

- he’s grouchy, but shopping with you definitely calms him down a bit.

- he is LOADED. literally an intelligent business man with tons of customers and employees. he would buy an island for you.

- in return, he literally wants to own you.

- you’re his little pet and house partner. he’s mostly kind with it until you start acting bratty.

- he’s so possessive. makes sure to remind you that no other man could treat you as good as him.

- deep down he’s a softie who likes your company.

a snarl appears on william’s face as the man behind the register envelopes your bag in unnecessary patterned wrapping. an expensive sleek black purse.

your partner could see the obvious goo goo eyes he sent you. however, you’ve already made it clear to him that you were taken. the gold necklace around your neck of william’s initials must’ve too.

will calmed down a bit once you walked out the store, the sight of you happily bouncing with your new gift soothed him.

“thank you again honey.” you say cutely. he smirks. “you still have to repay me doll.”

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maviezz · 19 days

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˚₊‧ა ☆ ໒ ‧₊˚Jealousy (Steve Raglan x fem!reader)

tags: smut, oral(m receiving), pet names, jealous william, fluff,

note: Steve’s quite subby here hehe. reader is in her early twenties, Steve on his mid-late forties. This contains mature content.

Word count: 1.4k

I stumbled upon the counseling center job almost by accident. Fresh out of college with a degree in psychology, I was eager to put my knowledge into practice. But job opportunities in the field were scarce, and I found myself settling for a position that was mediocre at best and not so well-paid.

As I settled into my role at the counseling center, I quickly realized that while the job might not have been the most glamorous, it had its perks. One of them was Steve Raglan, my boss. Tall, with a confident demeanor and a penchant for gold aviator glasses. His salt and pepper locks adorned his beard and hair, adding to his allure. He was the epitome of charisma.

Our relationship started off strictly professional, but as time went on, there was an undeniable chemistry between us. The more we worked together, the more I found myself drawn to his magnetic personality and charm.

Despite our best efforts to keep things purely professional, and also considering the fact that he was almost as old as my own father— it became increasingly difficult to ignore the growing attraction between us. Eventually, we couldn't resist the pull any longer, and our professional relationship blossomed into something more, resulting in a romantic relationship that neither of us saw coming.

"Steve, is everything good?" I asked, my tone laced with a hint of worry. I had come to his office to deliver some expedients, but I noticed he was silent, quiet even. It was highly unusual coming from someone as charismatic and outgoing as him.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Steve replied with a forced smile, but there was a hint of tension in his voice that I couldn't ignore. He glanced away, avoiding my gaze, which only added to my concern.

His response seemed a bit off, and as I glanced at him, I could tell that something was bothering him. Despite his attempt to reassure me with a faint smile, there was a tension in his voice that hinted at underlying distress.

“Are you sure everything's okay, love?" I pressed gently, my concern growing as I observed his troubled expression. "You seem a little... off today."Steve sighed, running a hand through his graying locks, his usual charisma momentarily faltering

“Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his words lacked conviction. "Just dealing with some stuff. Don’t worry, princess."I hesitated, debating whether to push further or respect his privacy. But as I met his troubled gaze, I knew I couldn't simply ignore his obvious distress.

"Steve, come on, just tell me what’s wrong," I urged gently, leaning in closer. "We’re supposed to trust each other, right?" My tone was soft but firm, conveying my sincerity and willingness to listen. I could sense his hesitation, but I hoped my words would encourage him to open up.

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding my gaze. "It's nothing, really," he muttered, but I could see the turmoil behind his eyes.I sighed, sensing that there was more to it than he was letting on.

“Honey, look at me," I said firmly, gently tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. "I care about you, and I want to understand what's going on. You can talk to me."After a moment of silence, Steve finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just... I can't help but feel insecure sometimes," he admitted, his vulnerability catching me off guard. "I see all these younger guys around, and I can't help but wonder why you're with an old guy like me."

My heart ached at his confession, my lips curved into a soft grin, offering him a reassuring smile.

“Steve, you're not just 'an old guy' to me," I said sincerely. "You're kind, intelligent, and incredibly attractive. Age has nothing to do with it. I'm with you because I care about you, and I want to be with you."As I spoke, I could see the tension in Steve's shoulders begin to ease

"But—" Steve began, his voice trailing off, but I gently cut him short, placing a finger on his lips to silence him."No 'buts,' Steve," I said firmly, meeting his eyes with unwavering determination.

"I'll make sure you understand how much I love you," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity, though laced with a hint of desire.Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, I slowly knelt down in front of him, maintaining eye contact as I reached for both of his thighs, slowly running my hands up and down over his pants, tickling the skin underneath

delicate fingers dug into the fabric of his pants, causing a shiver down his spine, making his cock twitch in its confines. "I’ll suck the jealousy out of you" I murmured sensually, my words coming out sweet and honey coated. My tiny hands slowly slipped inside his pants, grasping firmly at his leaky and aching erection.

"Look at you, could a younger guy possibly compare to this?" I asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper, as I leaned in closer. My hands continued to explore, tracing the contours of his length with gentle fingers, sliding my fist back and forth over the length of his arousal while running the pad of my thumb over the tip, collecting his sticky fluids for a taste.

"H-Hng~, Honey..." Steve panted loudly, clawing at the armrests of the chair, tighter and tighter...eyes rolling back into his head with an audible groan.

The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat and stuck to his skin, the small droplets of moisture dripping onto his face. His breathing was short and rapid, his body trembling under the exertion, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as I ran my tongue over every single inch of him—one hand stroking his swollen and sensitive balls while i bobbed my head eagerly.

The smell of sweat was growing thicker, permeating the atmosphere and making it feel heavy and oppressive. His breathing was becoming visibly more rapid and shallow, small whines and groans filled the room alongside lewd and wet sounds as my hands and mouth worked their magic on his aching dick.

"Does it feel good, honey?” I purred playfully as I pulled away from his length. my chin coated in saliva as I looked at him with a naughty, almost teasing grin on my face.

"F-fuck…oh God, yes..." Steve panted out a breath, spreading his legs further for more access. His entire body was tense with the exertion of each movement, the heat growing between us becoming intense. He could feel himself growing harder—if it was even possible— as he looked at me, each movement and breath he took becoming more passionate. “I’m gonna cum..”

his fingers tangled in my messy hair, guiding my movements to a certain extent. His grip was firm, yet gentle, he was holding my head with authority, while he was also encouraging me to take him deeper into my throat. I could sense him enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, encouraging me to go deeper until my nose made contact with his pelvic floor.

his hips bucked slightly, it was a clear signal that he was about to reach his peak. I could tell from the way he was moving and the sounds he was making, his body tensing and his breath coming in short gasps. I redoubled my efforts, taking him deeper and hollowing my cheeks harder to intensify the suction.

“Oh m-mhm~ princess” His body lurched forward, his muscles tensing and his body twisting slightly. A louder moan echoed throughout the room, the wet and sloppy noises growing louder as his thrusting became more erratic and sporadic. His body started to convulse slightly, his body jerking suddenly as he reached his climax. Thick and heavy ropes of cum coating my mouth and throat. the sweet and tangy taste enveloping my senses.

“Oh, baby…”I gently pulled away from him, standing up on my feet. His body now lay there limp and relaxed, his hair messy with a few strands sticking out of place. His lips were swollen and red from biting on them, his cheeks flushed from the intensity of the blowjob. He was panting heavily, a wide grin painted on his face as he came back down to reality. He laid there motionless, taking a moment to regain his breath and come back down to his normal state.

"Was this enough to reassure you, love?" I said with a softer giggle, unable to hold back the reaction to his messy and disheveled form.

And oh yes, it definitely did reassure him.

#william afton smut #william afton #steve raglan #steve raglan smut #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #William afton fluff

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confiscatedpeaches · 8 months

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Hey!! Would you write William surprising reader with a stuffed animal they wanted really badly but couldn’t afford?

Like.. they went to the store and they saw it, got so excited but saw the price so they walked away from it sadly. William watched this happen and went back the next day to get it for them..🥹

tysm & I love your work!!🩷✨

Tysm!! 💕💕 This is such a cute idea omg. I definitely feel like that's something he would do for the reader. At least, my Afton would haha.

Minors can interact, but don't follow me please! Reader's gender is not specified.

TW: you will die of sweetness in this fluff fic /j (joking)

Reader's POV:

You we're doing some much needed grocery shopping with your boyfriend and partner William Afton. You could have gone alone, but he was always so much better at helping you get good deals. Unfortunately, you don't have a ton of cash laying around, so you needed all the savings you could get. It was a Friday afternoon, so it was busy and loud.

You pass by a toy isle when something catches your eye. Sitting there alone on the shelf, you see a large stuffed rabbit plushie. It's big enough to require both hands to carry it. Pressing your hands into it, it feels so soft and squishy. Very cuddle-able and absolutely you. It even smelled slightly sweet, like vanilla. Surely, you could spare this expense, right?

Wrong.

You check the price tag; $50. Damn. A little piece of your heart breaks off and shatters on the tile floor below. It is so cute and adorable, but you really can't afford it right now.

"Aw, that's so cute darling."

You turn, finding your boyfriend William standing behind you in the aisle. He's holding a small handcart full of groceries. You sigh.

"Yeah, it is. I really can't afford it right now though. Sucks but I just gotta let this one go."

He gave you a slight frown. You look deep into his captivating grey eyes. You weren't trying to beg him, but secretly you hoped he'd offer to buy it for you. He looks at the stuffed rabbit.

"I'm sorry love. Did you find everything else okay?"

Disappointment blooms within you. Of course, he shouldn't have to buy it for you, but it would have been a kind gesture. You nod.

"Mhmm yep."

"Good, let's go home and watch that movie you've been wanting to see."

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William's POV:

After the movie, y/n fell asleep on the couch next to him. It was a good film, even though you seemed a little sad the whole time. Looking down at you, he smiles to himself. You look so sweet and adorable like this. He slowly stands up, making sure not to disturb the sleeping cutie pie next to him.

Carefully, he places his arms under you and lifts you up. He carries you to your bed. He sets you down before tucking you in. After tiptoeing out of the room and quietly clicking the door shut, he grabs his car keys from the kitchen table. Discretely, he slips out of the house and into his car. He slowly pulls out of the driveway and turns to the direction of the store.

Once he got onto the highway, he drove as fast as he could; a little over the speed limit, but still safe. He needed to get there before they closed. He felt so sad seeing you earlier. Truthfully, he considered buying it for you right then and there, but he decided to make it a surprise instead. He knows how much little things like this mean to you. With any luck, the stuffed rabbit will still be there.

He pulls into the store parking lot. It's nearly empty, save for the cars of the employees most likely. It's 15 minutes 'til closing. Fortunately, he knew right where to go.

He walks past a few isles before turning down one. Sitting on the shelf was the stuffed rabbit. It was as if it were waiting just for you.

Perfect! He thought, and grabbed it.

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Reader's POV

Groggily, you stretch and open your eyes. Sunlight peaks through the curtains. A warm hand meets your head and pets you gently. You turn, and find William sitting on the bed next to you.

"Good morning." You mumble.

"Good morning love."

He has a big smile on his face, and you aren't sure why. He looks like he's been up for a while.

"How... How long have you been there?" You ask.

"Oh not long, but I decided to wake you up seeing that it's already 10:30."

His eyes look into yours. You watch him for a moment. His chest expands and retracts, the sunlight illuminating his form. He looks beautiful like this. God, you love this man. Looking down his sides, you realize his hands are behind his back. You move to look behind him, but he moves to block your vision.

"I have something for you." He says, answering your unasked question.

"Oh? What is it? Can I see?"

He shakes his head.

"Close your eyes love, and outstretch your arms."

You do as he says. Arms outstretched in front of you, you eagerly await his surprise. Something soft and squishy meets your finger tips, then hands. It's fairly large and smells faintly like vanilla. He couldn't have, could he?

"Open your eyes darling."

Opening your eyes, you're greeted by the large plush rabbit you wanted from the store yesterday.

"Will you didn't! Thank you so much!"

Wrapping your arms around it, you pull the stuffie into a tight hug and do a little happy dance. Pleased with your reaction, Will blushes and smiles even more.

"You're welcome love. I'm so glad you like it. Do you want to give it a name?"

"Of course I do! All stuffies need names silly!"

You already had the perfect name in mind.

#william afton x reader #william afton #william afton fluff

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sadesluvr · 3 months

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College student femreader and janitor William..

William overhears reader in a heated argument with her bf who cheated on her and it ends with the bf throwing things around and yelling before storming off.

A/N: Thanks for being patient Anon! I wasn't sure what kind of req this was so it's only mildly suggestive. Fluffy! William, ig. Warning for abusive/angry behaviours.

Right off the bat, William knows that your boyfriend is an asshole. He's basically been everywhere on campus, so he knows what everyone gets up to, when and with who. It's not his place to say anything because he's just a 'lowly' janitor, but he's secretly been wondering about how you'd take the news. Of course, he cares about you, but once he's out of the picture he can have you to himself. After all, you're graduating in a few months, and he can quit his job to look after you...

"Who is she?" he hears you yell. The tone of your voice is undeniably filled with rage, but he can hear your words crack ever so slightly as they hitch in your throat. "Who the fuck is she, Chad?"

"No one, she doesn't mean anything!" the boy says. He can't see you, but he can see the scene playing out right in front of him, like some fucked up play. You're on the verge of tears, and he's nonchalant, like nothing ever happened. "She was just some girl on the cheer team..."

"So you're not even going to deny that there is a girl?" you scoff. "On the cheerleading team, of all things?"

There's a pause, and you shake your head.

"I knew something was up," you sniff. "You're hot one day, and cold the next. I'm fucking sick of it, Chad! Get the hell out of my apartment!"

"Woah, what?" the guy sneers. "Are you fucking joking me? I put all this time and effort into you and you're breaking up with me just like that?" he snaps. "Do I look like a joke to you?"

You're silent. He's never raised his voice like this before. William knows this, and he tightens his fingers around the base of his mop, blood coursing through his veins as his jaw clenched. He'd spear the bastard's eyes out if he had to.

"Don't you dare fucking treat me like a second option," he snarls. It's low and ominous this time, and William can hear his heavy footsteps pacing around the landscape of your apartment, the piercing sound of metal scraping against wood filling the usually quiet corridors. "I love you, and I'm the best thing that could ever happen to you. Don't you ever forget that."

There's a thud, and an object, likely a lamp, hits the floor. It doesn't stop there; paper, pens, books, even your remote, all flung across the room like they were nothing, neglecting the fact that these tools were what had once brought you together. William can hear you scream, straining your throat as you beg him to stop, seemingly to no avail until he decides to stop himself; barrelling out of your apartment door like a raging bull, leaving the door open and leaving you alone, exposed to the truth of what you'd laid next to most nights.

William peers in, and he can see you closing in on yourself, staring in disbelief at the mess around you. Anyone would be able to see you tremble; utterly in fear of just how quickly he'd switched his temperament. You look up, aware of the feeling of being watched, and you make a pained face.

"...I guess we disturbed you, huh? I- I'm sorry, I'll ---"

"It's not your fault," he says quickly and pointedly, blue eyes staring directly into your own. He wants you to feel every inch and gravity of his words. "You're better off without him,"

"That's what they all say," you chuckle defeatedly, slumping onto your couch. William took this as a sign to come in, and made sure he firmly closed the door behind him. It was just the two of you alone now, and he was determined to make sure it stayed that way. "Why are guys such assholes?" you continued, and William sighed.

"I wish I knew," he said, sitting on the armchair next to you. What made him swoon was how you hadn't even flinched at the action, when people usually wanted away from janitors as much as possible. You were truly made for him, after all. He cleared his throat, glancing down at you through his lashes, and cocked his head before he spoke.

"...I can assure you, I would never treat you that way, love," he hummed. "You're too much of a doll..."

His cock twitched slightly at the small gasp you let out, watching the way you licked your lips immediately after. Swallowing, you looked up at the older man with glassy eyes.

"Thank you..." you said softly. "I-I I really needed to hear that..." you chuckle, and your smile puts one on his. It would only be a few more months until he could have you for his own; to look after you in the way you deserved to be. He'd spoil you with roses, clothes, trips abroad...Anything and everything he could obtain, even if that meant having to murder your (presumed) ex, and the people around you. He wasn't just a janitor, you see, no - he was much, much more than he let on. But you needn't worry about that for now.

A smirk spread across his lips as he placed a hand on your shoulder, tracing small circles with his calloused fingertips.

"Why don't I help you tidy up?" he grinned. "I'm sure we can find ways to forget about him along the way.."

#florence writes!!#william afton x reader #fnaf x reader #steve raglan x reader #william afton fluff #request fill #janitor! steve raglan #janitor! steve raglan x reader

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armani222cold · 2 years

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daddy’s working.

thigh riding, fingering, softdom!william x sub!reader, little degradation and a little praise

“But William —” You whined, pleading for his attention as he continued to ignore you, too engulfed in his paperwork to pay any mind to you. “I have to work, darling.” He said simply, refusing to let you get him riled up and angry so that he could fuck you. He bounced his leg a bit, trying to push you further away but only causing you to whimper in pleasure softly. William looked up at you for a second, ‘is she seriously getting off to my thigh?’ And you were, William couldn’t believe just how desperate you were. He wasn’t entirely sure if you were so he attempted again, bouncing it twice this time around. You yelped, your hand flying over your mouth immediately. “I assume you forgot my rule, no noise while I’m working sweet,” He tutted, “It’s a shame, you’ll have to be punished later.” You whined in frustration, it wasn’t your fault he was teasing you like this. He began to speed up the pace of his bouncing, struggling to focus as he saw your tits bouncing in the cleavage of your shirt because of the movement. He grunted lowly, watching you from the corner of his eye; choked moans coming out as you struggled not to make sounds. You began to grind against his pants, even you never thought you’d be this desperate but it felt so good, you began making more noise that usual causing William to look over at you for the first time in a while. He could tell by your face that you were close, so he stopped. Your eyes snapped open in confusion but you didn’t dare to say anything because otherwise he’d know that you were getting off to his thigh, although he already knew. “Fine,” He huffed, “You win.” He picked you up by your waist and onto his desk, pulling off your panties and skirt as he stood above you, watching you squirm and leak all over his important papers. He just shook his head, chuckling a bit. “Such a desperate slut.” He insulted, running his finger through one of your folds and then pulling back to look at his now glistening finger. You shivered at the slight contact. “So wet and I haven’t even touched you yet, you think I didn’t notice you getting off to my thigh bouncing? Hm?” He hummed, laughing slightly at your shocked expression. With that he shoved a finger into your desperate hole, you gasped at the sudden thrust. “So good.” You whined, he hadn’t even put his entire finger in you yet. Soon he did, pushing it in and out, playing with your juices like putty as his pants tightened around his crotch listening to the lewd sounds of your pussy being pounded paired with your sweet whines and mewls. “A-ah!” You screamed as he added in another finger without warning. “Mm, so wet f’me darling.” He smiled down at you, holding himself up over you with his arm that rested on the wall behind his desk so you could be face to face. He began rubbing your clit with the thumb of his free hand roughly, sensing you were close. “I’m gonna cum, Will..!” You exclaimed, the pleasure growing overwhelming as a knot formed in your stomach then released, a string of moans and incoherent babbles falling from your mouth. He hadn’t even literally fucked you and had already fucked you dumb. “Now. Can you behave?”

#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #william afton fluff #fnaf #afton family #peepaw afton #springtrap

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gh0stsp1d3r · 6 months

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Hi!! :3 I was wondering if I could request a William afton x reader where the reader maybe asks William out? And cue him being a little flustered considering he probably hasn’t been w anyone in awhile, cause he’s old and weird.

The amount of smut of this man I’ve seen is CRAZY so I wanted to request smth a bit more fluffy 😭 love ur writing btw!!

awww that’s so cute, im glad you like it!!

ℱ𝓁𝓊𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹

Today was the day. You had to do it today.

Your cute, nice, funny, coworker. You’ve been working up the courage to ask him out forever. And today, you decided, was the day.

You took a deep breath, knocking on the door and holding both coffees in your hand tightly.

“Come in!” He didn’t look up from the paperwork in front of him until you opened the door.

“Oh- hey, y/n.” He stood up now, giving you a smile.

“Hi. Brought you coffee.” You extended your arm and handed him it.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. God, I don’t think I could survive this place without you.” He laughed quietly, as he sat down.

“Sit, sit.” He said, motioning to the seat in front of him.

“Are you sure-“

“I’m basically free today. Sit.” He said, and you sat in the seat across from him.

“So, anything interesting?” He asked, moving his chair back and fourth.

“Not really. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I was wondering if you wanted to.. go out with me..? Like on a date. You ca-“

His eyes widened, he looked the other way and spit out his coffee, coughing.

“Mr.Raglan! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked-“ you felt embarrassed now.

“No. No you’re fine. It’s just…” he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled slightly. You could see a tint of pink present on his cheeks. “I’m old. I haven’t been with anyone in like.. forever. I wasn’t expecting it is all. But I would love to.” He said, with a smile on his face again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, how about after work, I can drive you to this really nice place.”

You smiled back “it’s a date.”

#william afton x you #william afton fluff #william afton x reader #william afton #stop i love this like actually #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard fluff

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pleasantangelpaper · 5 months

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To Run From the Sky (Part 1)

Hi!!! So, this fic is sort of a new thing I'm trying out on my wattpad. It's a William Afton x Reader that is a little angsty! I'm curious to know how tumblr will react to it, so here it is! Feel free to check out my wattpad account if you would like to read there! My user is the same on both platforms! :)

William Afton x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating

Just last month I was swimming in the clear waters of Malibu beach, and now I'm moving back in with my parents in Hurricane, Utah. Where did I go wrong? How could this have happened to me? I remember, but I still don't understand...

The air was cold for California as I navigated alleyways, weaving in between sheds and cars to find my friend and roommate, Bethany, who had invited me to her boyfriend's house party. Upon finally finding the house, by ear rather than eye, as crappy pop blared through the enormous living room sound system, I stumbled up the lawn, trying not to trip over various red solo cups. A few boys stood watch outside the door, joking around, and obviously getting very drunk. Walking past them, I entered the house. Loud music and bright lights flooded my senses, bringing me to a very alert state. "Bethany!" I yelled into the void of party-goers. No response was heard. I journeyed on through the group of people, pushing my way past several drunk guys. I then saw a familiar taller gentleman. "Stu!" I yelled at him. "Oh hey Y/N! Have you seen Bethany anywhere?" the puzzled man questioned. I sighed in discontent, "No, I'm looking for her too,". "Maybe you could go check my room? She might have went in there to sit down for a minute," Stu stated. I nodded my head and walked towards the spiral staircase that adorned his second floor balcony. Stu's house was quite lavish. As I found Stu's room I could hear some strange noises from inside. My brain told me to stay out of it, but my heart feared for Bethany. The door opened, and my throat closed. There was my boyfriend, Billy, and my best friend, Bethany, kissing. My mouth stayed open as tears filled my eyes. "How........ how could you do this to me...... how could either of you do this to me.....". The two struggled to find words as they pulled apart from one another. I stood heartbroken in the doorway. My tears started to drip off of my face, creating a puddle on Stu's floor. "Hey Y/N, was she in th-" Stu began to question before he noticed the tension in the room. "What happened?" he asked, a slight tinge of anger becoming evident in his voice. "Stu, baby, he just started kissing me, and I just couldn't fight back," " Bullshit, you kissed me first" The two argued at each other trying to come up with some sort of story that would get them out of trouble, but it was too late. Stu's eyes welled with tears as he screamed for them to get out of his house. I don't remember much after that. It all feels like a blur. I move out of the shared apartment I had with Bethany, and now I'm here, in Utah.

I set my last box down on the floor of my childhood bedroom. Waves of emotions hit me as I stare at the corkboard full of memories. Memories of Bethany and I before we had moved to California tainted the room. I felt my soul fill with rage. I tore down the pictures with tears in my eyes. As I fell to the ground, a soft knock was heard at my bedroom door. "Come in," I grumbled out to the unknown visitor. "How you doing, honey," my mother gently walked into the room, avoiding the pictures on the ground. I just silently cried as she patted my back. "Y'know, I hate to do this to you, but our neighbors, the Aftons, are coming over for dinner tonight, they've got a lot going on as well, and I wish we could reschedule, but this plan has been going on for some time now... we would love it if you would join us, dear," my mother spoke quietly as if any loud words or sudden movements would cause me to spiral again. I sniffled and wiped my tears with my cardigan sleeve, "Thanks mom, but I would rather finish unpacking first," "That's okay honey, take all the time you need,". And with that, my mother left and closed the door, leaving me to my own devices once again. I began to unpack the boxes around me, sorting what I could into the drawers of my old dresser, and organizing a desk space. I set up some stuffed animals on my bed to make it seem more inviting, and I fluffed the pillows that had gone untouched for some time now.

By the time I was finished, I glanced at the clock on my wall and noticed it was 10 o'clock. "I better get something to eat I guess," I spoke aloud to myself. The hallways were dark as I creeped down the wooden stairs to the kitchen. I noticed the smell of burnt coffee as I walked forward, but thought nothing of it, that is, until I noticed a figure that definitely was not either of my parents. "I just can't get this damn thing to work right," the man proclaimed. His purple button-up sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he prodded at buttons on the old coffee machine. His glasses were on the tip of his nose as he stuck his tongue out in thought, his brows furrowed in frustration. My cheeks turned a bit rosy as I stared at the attractive man in front of me. I finally put two and two together and noticed this man must be Mr. Afton. "Do you need any help, Mr. Afton?" I sheepishly spoke. The man spun around in surprise, "Oh! You must be Y/N, I had no idea anyone was still up, your parents told me that I could stay over for the night," he got quieter as the sentence went on, clearly embarrassed by needing a place to sleep. "Don't feel ashamed, I'm also freeloading here right now," I half-joked at my predicament. The older man's face softened as he turned his attention back to the old coffee maker. My family had had this coffee maker for as long as I had been alive. I walked over and grabbed the pot as I hit the button to brew. "Yeah... this thing is so old that if the pot isn't sitting in exactly one place it just doesn't go," I sighed at the fact that we were still using this thing. Mr. Afton chuckled at the piece of old tech and ran a hand through his hair. "Wow, that's something," he said in disbelief. Once the pot was done brewing, I pulled down two coffee mugs, one a pale blue with white bunnies dancing across it, and the other a pale yellow with the same design. "Sorry Mr. Afton, I think these bunny mugs are the only ones clean," I laughed a little at the cute designs in contrast to this grown man. "That's fine, I love bunnies," he smirked. "Also, please don't call me Mr. Afton, you'll make me feel older than I already do... call me William," he half-grunted at the statement. I giggled at him as I poured the cheap coffee into the cute bunny mugs, spilling a bit onto the peeling linoleum of the counter. I handed him the yellow mug in silence and took a sip of the warm drink. I noticed William make a face as he drank it. "Nothing like the taste of off-brand coffee made in a cheap old coffee maker, huh?" I joked. "Oh yeah nothing like it," he chuckled back. We stood with small conversation as we finished our drinks. The interaction made me smile, and I felt a bit warmer inside, like I wasn't alone in all of this. As we both finished off the coffee pot, I gently set our mugs in the sink. "Goodnight William," I said, as I walked towards the stairs. "Goodnight Y/N,"

#william afton #william afton x reader #springtrap #springtrap x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #william afton x you #william afton fluff #matthew lillard x reader

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