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Roll Like Thunder | Negan Smith

dbf!Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) x younger fem!reader

(AU where the apocalypse never happened)

Summary: Negan is your dad's best friend and the two of you settle some tension while on your family vacation.

Warnings (18+): age gap (reader is college age, maybe 20-ish, and Negan's age is not specified but I'm feeling early 50s), smut (fem receiving oral, unprotected p in v), possibility of getting caught, edging

Notes: this actually kinda turned out sweet in a way I think, which is surprising because that's not often an outcome when I write for Negan lmao. not proofread yet because I just wanted to get it out to you all asap, but will edit if needed when I get the chance. hope you enjoy!! (also the intro is kinda long oops)

Grabbing your glass of wine you take another much needed swig, cringing at your dad and uncle. They always find some way to turn every conversation into a political argument while the rest of your family eat their meals and exchange knowing glances

Family holidays were always like this. The one time a year when everyone was together: your parents, aunt, uncle and cousins. Only this year, there was a new addition.

Negan had grown up being a close friends with both your father and uncle and they are still best friends to this day. He recently went through a messy divorce and this is his first Christmas without his wife in a long time. Your dad never was good with showing kindness or friendship, but your uncle had convinced him it would be a good idea to invite him to his cabin for your annual Christmas getaway.

And that's how you got here.

You'd always had a little bit of a crush on Negan, for as long as you could remember. Though you never saw much of him as a kid. It wasn't until you got older - old enough to be able to drink in front of your parents - that you got to spend more time with him. Drinking was a big part of their social life, so once you could join in, you got to know him better. You got on well with your parents so you'd have barbeques with them and their friends, join in with conversations in the kitchen when they'd have people over, go out to dinner. But then you went off to college and started spending less and less time with them. So now it's Christmas time, you're happy to be able to spend time with your family. And Negan, more than you'd care to admit.

"Okay fellas," your mom chimes in. "Enough of that."

Negan makes eye contact with you from across the other side of the table and you smirk at each other. You're both all too familiar with watching this from an outside perspective.

"The food's delicious, Negan," she adds, turning to Negan, who had cooked this meal for you all. Sort of as a thank you for letting him tag along. For the first few days in the cabin he felt a little out of place, like he was intruding on your family's time together. But eventually he began to find himself settling. You were lucky to have a very fun, non-judgmental family so everyone was happy to have him there.

You nodded in agreement with your mother's statement. "I'd have more if there was any left." You motion to your empty plate.

"I'm glad it's got your approval, ladies," he grins.

The meal comes to an end and alcohol starts flowing. Your cousins are all younger than you so they head off to their bedrooms to do whatever it is kids their age do.

"I'd better get these dishes cleaned," Negan declares, standing up from his seat.

"No," you say, protesting. "You cooked. I'll clean."

"It's fine, you don't have to," he says kindly.

"I want to," you smile. "Really I'm happy to."

"We'll do them together?" He suggests, coming to a compromise and you nod in agreement.

"You raised a stubborn one," he mumbles teasingly to your dad, patting his shoulder as he walks past him.

"She gets that from me," your mom chirps as the two of you pick the plates up from the table and carry them into the kitchen.

Putting the plates on the kitchen top, you head to the fridge and look inside.

"Beer?" you ask, peeking around the door to look at Negan's response. Though you already have two cans in your hand, knowing he won't turn down the offer.

He nods. "Can't do anything without a drink in hand in this family, huh?"

You close the fridge door and pass him his beer, cracking open his own.

"You should be more than aware of that," you tease. "I've heard what you and my dad used to get up to."

"I'm sure you've not even heard the most of it," he teases back.

You laugh softly under your breath at his response.

"I'll wash, you dry?" You suggest as the sink begins to fill with soapy water.

The two of you get the dishes done relatively quickly as Negan tells you a story from his college days. You have to keep yourself composed and remember who he is. Remember that these stories he's telling of him at your age took place before you were even born. A decade before, at least. But, every so often, as you pass him the plates to dry, your fingers touch his and such a small motion has you weak. You can't look him directly in the eyes as he stands so close to you. That signature grin of his spread across his face.

The two of your finish and you take a large swig of your beer, but it's no surprise that the flush of alcohol doesn't help your body heat. You can only hope and pray that your cheeks aren't beetroot red right now.

"I'm sure you've got plenty of stories, though, right?" He asks. "Being in college and all. And with your dad's genes...God."

A playful smile spreads on your face. "Sure. I'm absolutely not telling you though. My dad would have a heart attack."

"Ahh," he smiles back. "So this whole 'good girl' thing is just an act, then?"

Holy shit. Good girl? He has no clue what he is doing to you calling you things like that.

"I can be good when it suits me." You say, almost flirtatiously, and immediately kick yourself. Why the hell would you say something like that to him?

Your off-the-cuff reply has him grinning. He swipes his tongue over his teeth as he contemplates your words and you almost drop to your knees.

"Let's go see what political debate has become the talking point now," you say, changing the topic to hide your complete embarrassment. You leave the kitchen and head to the living room, Negan following.

Somehow, in the time it took you to wash the dishes, your mom and aunt have gone through a bottle and a half of wine, and they're sat on the floor with your dad and uncle playing some sort of drinking game.

You sit down on the couch and Negan sits next to you. Why? Why could he not just sit away from you? Give you some space to compose yourself? But the action is completely innocent. There is just less than a foot between the two of you, yet it still feels like he is on top of you. Like you're breathing the same air.

"What was I just saying?" Negan says, nudging your arm with his elbow. "Alcohol."

You shake your head in playful disagreement with your relatives' actions.

"Hey, mom," you say and her head whips around, as laughter escapes her lips. "Think you've had enough for tonight?"

"Oh, you're so boring," she waves her hand at you dismissively.

The four of them continue for about half an hour as you and Negan observe and laugh. The game finally comes to an end when your aunt and uncle discreetly head off to their bedroom for a reason you don't even want to think about. Your parents follow shortly after, your dad having to carry your drunk mom up the stairs.

You come back from the kitchen where you were getting another lager for you and Negan. As you do so, you look for the TV controller and find a blanket that was lying around. You sit down again next to Negan and look down at your phone to check the time.

"God, it's not even 10 o'clock yet." You laugh.

"Amateurs," he says sarcastically.

You pass him his beer which he thanks you for, then get under you blanket.

"Want some?" You ask, holding out some excess blanket towards him.

"Sure," he accepts, getting comfortable himself.

The whole situation you're in is completely innocent, but it dawns on you that you're currently alone with Negan, tucked under the same blanket. Given that fact, you make a conscious effort not to touch him at all and try to remain composed.

"Put a movie on?" You ask him, passing the TV remote to him.

He takes it from your hand, brushing his fingertips across yours.

You watch him carefully as he selects a film to put on, making sure not to get caught admiring him. He just looks so good. The salt and pepper sprinkled throughout his hair and beard. The tattoos that cover his arms. The way his white t-shirt hugs his body just right. You're brought out of your thoughts when he speaks.

"You seen Batman Returns?" He asks, looking down at you.

"Of course," you smile. "It's a classic."

"Feel like watching it again?"

You nod. You'll watch whatever he wants. Do whatever he wants.

"Absolutely," you answer. "I didn't peg you as a Batman kind of guy, to be honest."

"Like you say, it's a classic," he says. "Plus there's always Michelle Pfeiffer."

You laugh at him. "I feel you."

You polish off another beer as you watch the film. You try your best to pay attention, to keep your eyes open, but you grow increasingly tired. It must have only been fifteen minutes into the film when you finally drift off, reality slipping away.

When you wake up again, it takes a while to fully gain consciousness, You feel something under you head, under your arm, but you don't pay much attention to it.

You feel warm. Comfortable. You don't want to wake up, you could stay here forever. The smell of men's shampoo and cologne comforts you, a soft material under the touch of your hand.

All of a sudden reality dawns on you. You realise that your head is leaning on a shoulder. That your hand is draped across a torso. You shoot up, sitting upright and see Negan smiling at you softly through slightly hooded eyes.

"Oh God," you say, feeling incredibly humiliated. "I'm sorry." But he just chuckles.

You look over to the television and see a black screen.

"Did the movie finish?" You ask groggily and he nods. Fuck. You slept for the entire duration of the film and who knows how much of that time you spent laying on Negan's shoulder.

What you're only just realising now, though, is how close you're still sat to him. How even though you're sat up, Negan's shoulder is casually draped across the back of the sofa, dangerously close to your shoulder blades.

"Why didn't you just wake me up?" You ask, feeling flushed.

"You looked peaceful." He answers, honestly. "Didn't want to disrupt you."

"I'm sorry," you apologize again. "You should've woken me up."

"I didn't mind, sweetheart." He insists. "Honestly."

The pet name drives you utterly insane. As if this whole thing wasn't already enough. Your body feels so hot. What with the blanket, his body heat, your arousal.

"I will say though, you do talk quite a bit in your sleep," he smiles coyly and dread shoots through your entire body.

"Wh-what-" you can't even get a full sentence out. "What did I-"

A flash of a dream comes back to you in that moment. Oh God. Oh God, no. You can't remember the details, but you remember the feeling. Negan on top of you. His body weight on you. The ecstasy you felt. His hands on your body. His name slipping from your lips.

You had a sex dream about Negan while you were laying on his Goddamn shoulder. You're lost for words, but Negan is enjoying watching this play out. He bites his lip, trying to suppress his smug grin as he watches you realise the possibilities of what you might have said.

His arm slowly slips off the back of the sofa and creeps around to touch you, the movement making you flinch a little. What is he doing?

He takes his other hand and places two fingers just under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The two of you make eye contact and you can't even contemplate what is happening - still a little groggy from your nap - before his lips are coming down gently on yours.

You kiss him back almost immediately. It's a surprising delicate and intimate kiss, and you daringly bring your hand up to his neck to pull him in deeper, but he pulls back.

You worry that he is having second thoughts, but the look in his eyes says the complete opposite. He just wants to get a good look at you before he tears you apart. You feel vulnerable under his hungry eyes but you love how it makes you feel.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before your lips join again, this time the kiss rougher. More passionate. His arms wrap around your back to pull your body snug to his and you intwine your fingers into his hair, tugging ever so slightly. His large hands snake further down and grab your hips, pulling you onto his lap. As you get comfortable you shift along his length and gasp, feeling that he is already hard.

"You were practically fucking dry humping me in your sleep," he chuckles. "You can't blame me."

"So that's why you didn't want to wake me up, then?" You're barely able to mumble, teasing him.

"Hmm, maybe." You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you want him more. Everything about him is so endearing. He just radiates this warmth, this aura, and it's radiating.

Even now, however, you're nervous to move things along. You know what you want but this is still so surreal, and it would be an understatement to say you feel a little intimidated in this moment. You have enough sexual experience, but this is Negan. This is different. So you're glad when he takes control and begins to lift up your top, pulling it over your head to expose your bra.

His mouth makes contact with the flesh of your chest, sucking and nipping while he reaches around to unhook your bra. He feels his cock twitch when he sees your bare breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth immediately as his warm hands roam and caress your back, travelling over your smooth skin.

As you start to subconsciously grind into his bulge, Negan continues to explore your breasts. You're looking for any kind of relief and you begin to find some as he presses up into you, but both of your pants are restricting you.

You feel yourself crumbling further and further as Negan's hands come around to aid him with his attention to your breasts, squeezing and practically groaning as he does so. The noise changes something inside you, and makes you realise that you need him stripped of his clothes right this second.

You grasp the bottom of his shirt and he briefly pulls away from you to allow you to move it, but the second you're done, his lips are back on your skin, leaving marks on your collarbone and neck. Next, you move onto the buckle of his belt but he swats your hand away.

Pulling back from the kiss, you look to him with wide eyes full of confusion. That look alone is nearly enough to cause him to fold and fuck you right then and there. But he has other plans.

"Be patient for me, honey," he says sweetly, and as badly as you want him, you trust him.

He pulls your body flush to his, so that your breasts are pressed entirely against the heat of his chest. Then he grips your lower back and stands up, holding you tightly.

"We can't do this here," he says, carrying you towards the stairs. You grind up against him playfully as he does so and he stops momentarily half way up the stairs, clearly affected by the action. In retaliation he gently swats your ass and you giggle at his response.

"Shh," he hushes, but he can't hide the grin that spreads across his face as you bury your face in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

Being as quiet as possible, he takes you into his bedroom which - awkwardly - is across the hall from your parents' room.

He puts you down on the bed, barely allowing himself to be away from you for a second, climbing on top of you hastily. He goes back to kissing you, the taste of him intoxicating. The way he kisses are gentle yet so hot and passionate at the same time, becoming increasingly sloppy as they shift from your lips to your jaw, neck, chest, abdomen, until you're a writhing mess beneath him.

Once he has kissed so far that he reaches the waist line of your trousers, he unbuttons them and pulls them all the way down. He throws them onto the floor, leaving you just in your lace black panties. He nudges your legs open and moves his kisses to your thigh. He's slowly breaking you and you're not sure how much more you can take. Painstakingly slow, he trails his tongue up your inner thigh until he reaches the edge of your panties.

Eventually he slips your panties off and you tremble as you feel the cool air of his room against your hot, aching core. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them open further, mouth watering at the sight of you. The delicate touch of his fingers send shivers up your spine and you're in desperate need of more.

"Please, Negan," you say, barely a croak.

"Shh, let me take care of you," he soothes, his voice low and gravelly as he tries his best to stay quiet. "Wanted to taste this sweet pussy for so long."

As if to affirm his words, he lowers his head and licks a stripe straight through your folds, groaning as he feels how wet you are.

He then moves his mouth to make contact with your clit, your hips raising at the action. He starts off by sucking gently, leaving you aching for more as you reach down to grab his hair, not knowing what else to do. He chuckles as you do so and sends vibrations straight through your core. Unable to control yourself, a moan escapes you lips and he squeezes your thighs warningly, wordlessly telling you to be quiet.

He takes his time to precisely pull you apart, but then his motions begins to get harsher, faster. You feel that rising feeling in the pit of your stomach begin to spread after waiting for what feels like so long. He alternates between kissing, sucking, licking, nipping until you're desperate for more. Sensing this, he teases one finger at your entrance.

"Please," you whimper, legs trembling. He answers your pleading by pushing his single digit inside you in one long push, as deep as he can go, and keeping it there momentarily. As he continues to eat you out, he begins moving his finger, fucking you gently. When he adds a second finger you have to clasp your hand over your own mouth to stop yourself from calling out his name. Your legs wrap around his head, wanting to pull him closer to you in any way possible.

Closing your eyes, you feel that white hot feeling flooding through your veins, but right as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls his fingers out and his mouth away from you.

You let out a guttural sound, one of desperation which causes Negan to laugh under his breath.

"Negan, God, please," you whine, putting both your hands on his head and pushing him back down.

"So bossy," he mumbles with a smile on his face, but he obliges.

He doesn't use his fingers on you again, but it makes no difference. You're already pent up enough as it is that it won't take a lot to make you reach your peak. Plus, you don't doubt that Negan's skillful mouth is more than enough for you.

He circles his tongue around your clit, going back to sucking while using his free fingers to absentmindedly trace little patterns into your thighs. The only noises are your heavy pants and the wetness of his mouth against you, and it fills the otherwise deadly silent bedroom.

He's starting to become more familiar with your body and your reactions and he can tell you're getting close again. To which he stops and pulls away yet again.

"Negan," you almost cry. Tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you throb for him. "Please, I need to-"

"I got you baby," he assures you, stroking the flesh of your thighs comfortingly.

You can't bare it. You almost despise him for doing this to you, but you can't. It's all so surreal: having this man between your thighs. So often you have fantasized of it and though it's so wrong, it's now happening.

Before you can beg again, his lips make contact with you. This time he's a man on a mission. His tongue flicks against your clit as two of his fingers slip back inside you. You're so wet that it's an easy motion, but you still feel the tight, delicious stretch. He allows you to get used to it, building you up until he adds a third finger and you have to use all your power not to yell out his name. You try your hardest not to hurt Negan by squeezing your thighs too much or pulling his hair too hard, but he loves it. He loves driving you crazy, seeing you unwind for him. The noises you make. The taste of you.

Relentlessly, he penetrates you with his fingers, pushing and curling his fingers deep inside you, hitting a spot that eventually brings you your release. One last push, one last flick of his tongue and you're falling over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut and you can't help the animalistic sound that leaves you as white flashes behind your eyelids. He continues eating you out through your orgasm and it hits you that you think you're doing something you never have before.

Once you manage to come around again, you let your legs relax and look down to Negan who looks up at you. He smiles smugly, your wetness remaining in his beard and it causes you to go weak in the knees.

"Did I just-?" Squirt, you want to say. But somehow it doesn't seem like the nicest word to describe what just happened between of the two.

He nods with a glimmer in his eyes as he makes his way up the bed, his body above yours.

"I've never-" you croak. "I've never done that before."

"You just needed a man, that's all," he gloats and you roll your eyes. "It was hot as fuck, for what it's worth."

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. You can taste yourself on him.

You're still shaking a little, but you manage to pull back a little to look him in his eyes.

"Are we really doing this?" You ask, bordering on timid.

"Do you want to?" He counters.

"Yes," you say, quickly, not wanting him to think you're having doubts. Because there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that you want the man above him. Hell, you need him. But somehow you find yourself feeling a little insecure and needing reassurance. "Do you?"

"Darling," he laughs. "Not to be crude, but you just came all over my face. I want this more than you know."

You nod and smile, feeling more confident. "I'm sorry, I just-"

He interrupts your babbling with a long kiss to your lips, silencing you.

"You need to worry less," he says, bringing his hand to stroke your cheek sweetly.

"Make me." You propose flirtingly, smiling up at him.

"That I can do." His lips crash down on yours and his tongue intertwines with yours.

Reaching down to his pants you fumble with his zip, which he helps your shaky hands undo. He shifts both his pants and boxers down off his ankles, and though you can't see his length fully from this angle, you can feel its hardness press against your lower stomach and he feels big.

"You ready, baby?" He raises his brow at you as he grips his member and teases it through your folds.

"Yes, please Negan," you pant, even after having the best orgasm of your life, you still need more. "Need you inside me."

He groans as he slips inside of you and the way you practically beg for him drives him crazy.

"So fucking tight, holy shit," he mumbles into your ear, his head dropping down to bite and suck on the crook of your neck. "Oh, baby, fuck."

Hearing him say such obscene things affects you in an indescribable way. His voice has always been massively attractive to you, but now...you're done for. The deep rumble, smooth like honey, even lower in an attempt to remain quiet to your family in the surrounding bedrooms. It's like dark magic. It has you hooked. He could say the right thing to you with that voice and you'd cum right there and then.

His movements are slow, savoring the sensation of you around him. He wants to take his time with you. He never wants it to be over.

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his back and lift your hips up wanting more from you. He maintains his pace, but does start pushing deeper inside you like you wanted.

"I've wanted you for so long," you say, not even in control of your words anymore. It's like he's fucking them right out of you. He moans into your neck at your admission and starts thrusting a little faster, as if in response to your statement.

"Do you know-" he stops speaking for a moment to breathe and compose himself, clearly enjoying this as much as you, "how often I get myself off thinking about you?" He punctuates his point with a particularly hard thrust and that - in combination with the idea of him masturbating to the thought of you - causes you to cry out. You thought he would shush you, but he seems too far gone at this point.

"A fucking pretty little thing like you," he says, his hands groping at your tits, his touch rougher than before, "it'd be hard not to."

"Oh god," you whimper. "Harder, please."

His movements get harsher gradually, following your command and getting you closer and closer every second.

He lifts his head up and the way he looks at you makes your insides collapse. To be the sole object of his attention. How he looks at you like you're all that ever mattered.

"I'm so close, Negan," you tell him.

"Taking me so fucking well, darling," he praises, reaching one hand down to lazily play with your clit. That's all it takes and he can feel it coming as you begin to squeeze around him. He takes your lips in a long, sensual kiss as you climax, trying to muffle your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands are wrapped around his back, squeezing into his shoulders as you try your hardest to be quiet. Pure pleasure surges through your veins as he presses his entire body weight into you: suffocating in the most beautiful way possible.

Gradually, Negan's movements come to a halt and he stops moving inside you briefly, letting go of you come down from your high.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," he declares and before you can reply, he suddenly starts moving inside you again, faster than the last time, placing a quick peck on the tip of your nose as he does so.

He soon reaches a pace much faster than before and you're rendered speechless.

Your attention is grabbed, however, by the open and shut of a door somewhere. You gasp and your eyes widen at the sound. The possibilities of who it could be and if they'd heard you start to race through your mind but your thoughts are cut off when Negan clasps a hand firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet. He presses you further into the mattress as he fucks you even harder than before, enjoying tormenting you.

You listen closely to the footsteps. They're quite loud - that of a man - probably your dad or uncle. The pitter patter grows closer and your heard races, both from the fear of getting caught and from the sensation of Negan deep inside you. Hitting places you're sure no other man ever has or ever could. You relax a little as you hear the footsteps pass Negan's bedroom and head into the shared bathroom, the door closing afterwards.

Negan takes his hand off your mouth and you gasp for air.

"Oh my god, please don't stop," you beg as he sets a pace and sticks with it, snaking his slender fingers back down to your clit and circling it gently.

"I don't plan on," he chimes. "You're taking me so well."

You've never felt anything like this. Your entire body is numb and slick with sweat. All you can do is grab onto his hair and try your best to lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

To help you out, he grabs your body and switches positions slightly. He lifts himself up then clutches your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders. Then his hands grip onto your hips and he has access to you in a way that allows him to go much deeper. You know you can't take much more. You're close to crying just from how much you want to scream his name.

Your eyes keep fluttering shut but you force them opening, wanting to keep them on the man doing this to you. His tousled hair, his flexed biceps, his tattooed chest.

"Harder, please," you whisper. "I'm nearly there."

Thrusting harder, he also adds his fingers back to your clit, rubbing harshly. It's almost painful on your sensitive nerves but it feels unreal and it's enough to build you up to near-ecstasy.

Your mouth hangs open but you refrain from making any noise. In one unexpected motion, he lands a slap to your clit and it sends your orgasm rushing.

"Good girl, that's it," he guides you through as your body starts to spasm.

He continually pounds into you and turns his head to the side to place soft kisses to your inner thigh, contrasting the way he now ruthlessly moves inside of you.

You contract around him as you cum and you can tell he is trying his hardest to hold on as he visibly hesitates, not knowing where to release.

"Cum inside me, Negan," you give permission. "Want it so bad."

Those words were all he needed as he spills inside you, the warm liquid filling you.

Gradually, his movements slow down as he fucks you through the both of your orgasms, fucking his cum deeper inside you, and then pulls out and collapses next to you.

You rest your head on his shoulder and to your surprise, he pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Holy shit," you giggle, the whole situation setting in.

Negan's about to speak but his sentence stops forming when the bathroom door opens and closes again. You'd completely forgot about that.

The two of you exchange a glance as you wait for the footsteps to disappear down the hallway. Once they're gone, you relax back into his embrace.

Absentmindedly, you place your hand on Negan's warm chest, tracing the ink of his tattoos. Its surprisingly comforting having him this close, to be held by him. You're entranced by the smell of his cologne and the way his chest heaves up and down, catching his breath. He smiles as he watches you, equally as entranced by you. He can't quite believe that the daydreams he thought were exactly that - daydreams - have come to life.

"We'll have to do this again," he grins coyly, "some place where you can scream my name as loud as you need to." His hands run over your body, cupping your breasts as if to appreciate as much of you as possible.

"I'd like that," you smile back, snuggling into his arms. You know you can't stay here all night, but you'll appreciate it for as long as possible.

harlan ellison fits i could totally see a human AM wearing

bonus reaction gif of me leaving the cinema

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

summary: a meeting.

mild n*fw

word count: 6896

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 william is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, willy is obsessive, possessive too, and a little creepy, and a hypocrite, and narcissistic lol, and a little bit of a yandere, mentions of divorce, dysfunctional parent-child relationships, secret relationships, swearing, gaslighting, manipulation tactics, dom/sub undertones if you squint, willy is VERY egotistical, allusions to corruption kink, sir kink, smoking, sensual touching, dirty fantasies, praise, lying, erections, dirty fantasies, kissing, allusions to past unhealthy relationships

minors please dni // please read warnings!!

part one // two // three // four// five // six // seven

a/n: the long awaited part 8 is here!! thank you everyone for your continued support on this series!! tag list is still open, and please enjoy!! also, i didn't have time to proofread too carefully, so apologies for any mistakes!

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In a cruel twist of irony, Clara had decided to sit you down in the deli where William had taken you earlier.

This, ordinarily, would've been fine. It was a cute little space, with almost no one around to eavesdrop in on your conversation or give you curious stares. But, just the fact that you were happy in this space not even twelve hours ago, and now was just scared and confused, made you feel anguished inside.

Clara could see it on your face. That little frown, the way you struggled to keep eye contact with her. It was clear as day.

She felt awful for doing this to you. But it had to be done.

Clara sat in front of you in the dingy little booth she had led you to, far away from the only other person in the deli: the cashier. You could've sworn that he had given you a confused glance, but it could also be your imagination. You felt paranoid. Like everyone was watching you. You also felt embarrassed. Your best friend's mother had to come all this way to talk to you about her ex-husband? It was humiliating. You didn't know what you would say to Michael the next time you saw him.

If you ever saw him again. You weren't sure if you could ever look him in the face after this.

The strawberry-blonde woman put the manila envelope on the table in front of her, equidistant between you and herself. She still had that soft, sympathetic look in her eyes, and the smile to match. It made you feel a little bad you couldn't match her smile. You couldn't even begin to try.

Your arms wrap around yourself in order to try and get some sort of comfort. Even if this little surprise meeting was about him, you couldn't help but want William there with you. He would undoubtedly take you into his strong arms immediately, pressing a nice kiss to your hairline. One arm would be wrapped around your waist, the other around your shoulders as he guided you to rest on his chest.

"Everything will be okay, bunny." He would say, and you would believe him. That accented, deep voice had a way of making you feel calm and relaxed. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better and reassured. William would never hurt you. He always told you as such.

Don't you believe that?

"Now, pumpkin," You hear Clara say, snapping your attention off of the envelope and back into her green eyes. Her sympathetic smile hadn't left her lips, and almost had seemed to grow just a little. She was leaned forward close to you, but not uncomfortably so. Her hands clasped together on the table, she was clearly trying to make you feel more comfortable. In the way a mother like herself would.

"I understand that this might be a lotta take in all at once." She continues on, "So please tell me if you need to take a break or get some water or anythin', alright hun?"

Your eyes dart across her pretty face, yours remaining unchanged. You were already ready to just disregard everything she said. You knew William. He was a good man who was nothing but a gentleman to you. Sure he was a little... unique, but that's what you liked about him most.

But, you couldn't deny what you had heard. Mrs. Clara knew he called you his bunny. There was no way she could've known that unless she knew something you didn't. And, to add, she was married to William once upon a time.

She had answers. And you needed to hear them.

You nod slowly in response, and she somehow looks saddened by it.

"I just..." You mumble after a brief, awkward silence, shifting in your seat at the little run-down booth, "Not that this is your fault, ma'am, but... This is just all really overwhelming. And embarrassing."

Clara chuckled a little. Not in a mocking way, but in a way that conveyed that she understood your feelings.

"Don't be embarrassed, (Y/N). There's nothin' to be embarrassed 'bout." She reassures you, reaching down to pick up the envelope off of the table.

"I'm not in love with William no more. So don't be thinkin' that this is 'bout that. No, me and Mikey are just... we're worried for you, sugar. We just want to let you know all of who you're dealin' with. Since I'm sure he's left you in the dark 'bout a 'lotta things."

"Will wouldn't do that..." You mumble, watching as how the southern woman pulls out what seems to be lots of documents, as well as a handful of photographs, "I mean... he hasn't lied to me yet... I don't think."

Clara's eyes seems to flash with some form of pity before she slides a photograph over to you, making you look down to see what it was. It seemed to be an old family photo. Standing in front of what looked like William's house, Clara was next to a younger-looking William, his arm around her shoulders as they smiled for the camera. In Clara's arms, there was a little baby wrapped in a blue cloth. In front of the two adults were two kids; a little redhead girl and a brown-haired boy. It must be Michael and his sister. At first glance, the photo looked to be a of a normal, happy family. But, after staring at it for a little while, their smiles seem to be... forced. Even if it was normal to force a smile for a camera, this was a different kind of forced. There wasn't an ounce of happiness behind their smiles. It made you feel a little uneasy.

"This is when we first moved up here to Utah." Clara explained, looking down at the photo with you, "I thought that having a new place to live with a new baby and a new house would be a fresh start for our family."

You look at the photograph for a moment longer, staring at William in particular. Eventually, you glance up to meet the woman's gaze.

"And... it wasn't?" You ask before looking back down at the photo.

"Not at all. If anythin' William only got worse. Before we moved, he as screamin' and yellin' nearly constantly. Complainin' that the chores weren't done, the kids were bein' fussy, he didn't like the dinner I was makin'... It was obvious that he just didn't like me no more. The mother of his own kids..."

Clara shakes her head as she makes a disappointed hum, and the frown on your face deepens. The way she spoke of her past with William made you believe her. You just couldn't believe that William and the William you knew were the same. You knew that Michael and him didn't have the best of relationships, but you always just assumed it was the typical father-and-rebellious-son type of relationship. Things were starting to make a bit more sense. But, still... part of you still felt a little doubt. It was hard for you to connect in your mind that the Will that Clara spoke of and your Will were the same. You didn't even think Will was capable of raising his voice, let alone be so cruel.

It made you feel... You didn't even know anymore.

The southerner seemed to notice your inner conflict and gave you another sympathetic smile, gently taking the photo from your hand and putting it back in the envelope.

"Don't feel guilty, hun. There's no way you could've known all this." She reassures you again, making you look up at her.

"I mean... I knew that Mike didn't like him and they got into arguments a lot, but I never thought... yknow. I never thought it could be like, all that."

"I understand. William is real good and makin' things seem better than they really are."

Your fingertips drum against your thighs, making you shift in your chair again. You could feel the marks that William gave you earlier on your skin.

"Just... I'm sorry that happened to you guys. William is... he's just so sweet to me. When he's with me he's nothing but caring and considerate... I didn't think he was capable of something like that."

"I didn't think so either, sugar, when I first married him. I thought that all his hollerin' was just because of stress."

Clara slides a different item over to you, this time what seemed to be a legal document. Picking it up gently in your hands, you scan over all of the different words. It had a lot of difficult wording and phrases that you didn't quite understand, but one word kept popping up that made you click all the pieces into place:

Divorce.

"By the time I got 'round to divorcing William, he was... He wasn't the man I had married. He always seemed so paranoid, lookin' over his shoulder and skeptical of me and the kiddos. Like we were out to get him or somethin'. But he never would tell us why."

You flip through the pages a little more, your brow furrowing in confusion. There were so many things the document outlined that you didn't understand; the reasons for separation.

Erratic behavior. Verbal degradation. Infidelity. Violent outbursts. Aggravated threat.

A far cry from the calm, sweet Will you knew.

"I could handle the mean words for a while and all the violent spats. But it was when I found out he was seein' other people that I put my foot down."

This makes you look up again, and you could feel your chest tighten at the southern woman's words. Your blood ran cold for just a moment. You had read the words on the page, but hearing it from Clara made it click in your head.

"Other people?"

There it was again. The sympathetic smile she had given to you earlier. As comforting as it was, it also made you feel dumb. William never told you about any of this, so deep down you knew it wasn't your fault. You just wanted to be loved by someone you thought could protect you. What was so wrong with that?

"Yes, hun."

Clara shifts in her chair, her smile fading a little. It seemed that what she wanted to say next was quite painful, even to this day. Painful for both herself and for the apparent empathy she had for you. Why she cared about you so much even though you only just met was beyond you. Yes you were her son's best friend, but it's not like the two of you had talked before this. Perhaps she was just a kind person. Perhaps she just saw a lot of herself in your eyes.

Who knew?

"That was the thing that... set off alarm bells that were loud enough for me to finally hear. Our marriage had been real strained beforehand, but when I confronted him 'bout the affairs... I saw a side of William that scared me real good."

Clara crosses her arms on the table, rubbing against her biceps as she sighs.

"He got in my face and hollered at me louder than I had ever heard a man holler before. He called me every name in the book, and even a few new ones I had never heard before."

She looks up at you again, her smile returning. Although, this time, it was a little more forced than the last.

"Before he walked off... he said I could never be his bunny. And that was the last time we ever spoke."

You feel a cold chill run down your spine, making you feel a headache coming on. William was looking for a bunny before you? You just assumed that was a cute little thing he liked to call you. His favorite animal was a rabbit, as evidenced by all of the rabbit-themed animatronics and decorations he had, but you never suspected it could be something so... sinister.

You had to know more.

You lean in closer to the former Mrs. Afton, wrapping your arms around yourself again. It was starting to get cold in the deli.

"Can you... elaborate on that? If you can."

Clara tilts her head to the side, shaking it just a little, "I'm sorry, hun, but I don't know too much 'bout that. All I know is that he was real adamant about how I wasn't his bunny. I think he mentioned something 'bout looking for him or her for a long time, but I could just be makin' stories. A lotta my memories are a bit fuzzy from back then."

"Right..." You respond, now your turn to shake your head, "Right, I'm sorry, I just..."

Before you could explain yourself further, your lips close into a tight line, and you lean forward to rest your head on the table. Your headache was becoming more and more stinging the longer you sat there, trying to process the flurry of information just thrown at you. Was William really like that before? Did he really threat his own family like that? Was he really the type of man to lie and cheat like that? The Will you knew and that Will seemed like two opposites of a spectrum. You just couldn't imagine the man who spoiled you and loved you to ever do those awful things to do. Perhaps he was a changed man? How could you know now? He kept all of this from you, and you felt like an idiot. Sure, the two of you hadn't been together long now, but it was still something you felt like you were kept in the dark about. No wonder he didn't like talking about Clara. Or even his children.

You felt like you were going to sink into the chair and throw up.

The strawberry-blonde across from you notices your anguish, and you feel her hand gently wrap around your arm, her thumb rubbing against your skin. Even if you couldn't see it with your current position, you knew she was giving you that same sympathetic look from earlier.

"Hey, pumpkin, hey. You don't got to be sorry 'bout nothin', ya hear?" She reassures you, and you notice how she was putting on her mom-voice, "You're still young and you got your whole life ahead of you. This could all just be a lil bump in the road. You didn't know any of this, sugar. It's not your fault."

Deep down, you knew what she was saying was true. You believed her version of events, but your heart couldn't help but ache for your boyfriend. You just wanted all of this to be a bad dream.

"I know..." You mumble, your voice muffled by your arms around your head, "I just... I just feel so... I don't even know anymore."

"This is a lot to take in, I understand."

Clara rubs your arm reassuringly a few more times, studying your pitiful little frame. She felt awful for breaking your heart like this, and probably embarrassing the shit out of you. And probably ruining your friendship with Mike forever.

But it had to be done.

She lets you sit in silence for a few moments before speaking up.

"Hun... How 'bout you come home with me tonight? Don't even worry 'bout your things, you can borrow--"

"N-No, no..."

The woman blinks, a little taken aback by your response. You didn't want to leave? Perhaps this was worse than she thought...

"No, thank you, ma'am..." You continue as you lift your head up again to look at the blonde, your eyes looking a little red. Clara wondered if you were trying to hold back your tears. "I appreciate you coming out here and... telling me all of this. But, I need... I need to walk to him myself. I need to know his side of things, confront him... I just need to. I'm sorry."

Clara falls silent for a moment, studying your face. Even though she had only known you for about an hour now, she felt a great deal of empathy for you. She couldn't help but see her old self in your tired, teary eyes. The one that was a good person that wanted to see the best in everyone. The one that was overjoyed to receive the affections of a handsome man after so many years of give, give, give. The one that tried to keep positive despite everything.

You wanted to receive the same amount of love as you gave. And you thought William did that for you.

She knew there wasn't any convincing you to leave. Because there was never any convincing her to leave. Until it was too late.

She just hoped you'd be a bit quicker about it than she was.

Clara offers you another smile, and a nod of her head. She reaches inside her purse and digs around, pulling out a little pink notepad and pen. She scribbles on it for a few moments before folding the note and turning back to you. The blonde takes both of your hands into her own, and presses the note to your palm, looking you right into your eyes.

"I'm here if you ever need me, pumpkin. Everythin' is gonna be okay."

You nod, and look down at the note as the former Mrs. Afton walks away, her heels echoing off of the tiled floor of the deli. The note was simple and short, and written in pink ink.

Her phone number.

~~~

By the time you muster up enough willpower to exit the deli and walk back to your room, you noticed from outside that all of the lights were on inside.

Shit. William was awake.

You felt a sense of dread in the bottom of your stomach, making you hesitate to climb the stairs up to the door of the room. It was freezing outside, but freezing to death in the woods of Utah seemed like a better fate than the impending conversation you had to have with Will. Would he freak out at you? Call you a traitor for talking to his ex wife? Be worried that you were gone for so long? You had no idea how he was going to react. You had a William in your mind that you thought you knew, but was that really him? Was that the real William?

You didn't know. And there was only one way to find out.

You sigh to yourself before walking up the stairs to the motel, the feeling of dread in the bottom of your stomach only growing with each step. When you reach the top of the stairs, you walk up to your door, just staring at it for a few moments. Eventually, you take one last breath before you reach down and twist the nob, stepping inside of the room.

When you stepped inside, you saw that William was sitting on the bed, thankfully dressed in one of his white undershirts and a pair of plaid pajama pants. His usually neat and combed hair was a little messy, and his grey eyes were wide and full of worry and surprise at the same time. Before you could even finish shutting the door behind you, the brit sprung up and quickly made his way over to you.

"Bunny!" He exclaimed, his hands reaching out to touch you, "Christ, I was wondering what was taking so long! Are you alright, my love?"

You keep still as you feel his large, masculine hands find their home on your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His lips press against your forehead, and then again to your temple. All you could do was stay still, your eyes on the floor below.

"Yeah, sorry... I lost track of time." Your murmur, feeling his hands rub up and down your body.

"For an entire hour?" He asked, his grip on you tightening a little, "Love, you need to be more careful about those things. You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack."

"Yeah... sorry."

William seemed to finally get the hint now that you were upset. He pulls away just enough to where his grey eyes could study your face, his brow furrowing as he noticed the small frown on your lips. You feel one of his hands leave your waist and creep up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to where you were forced to look into his eyes.

"Bunny?" He asked, his voice softening, "What's wrong, my little love?"

You don't say anything. You can't. You feel the lump forming in the back of your throat, and you don't want it to get any bigger. You shift your eyes away and just softly shake your head. This doesn't seem to please William all that much, and his brow furrows a little more. His hand on your waist slides to your back, wrapping you in a half-hug.

Why did his arms have to feel so good?

"(Y/N), I know you're upset. You can't hide that from me. I know that look on your face." The brit's voice is soft and soothing, gently trying to coax you to say what was on your mind. If you listened closely enough, you could pick up the slight hint of desperation in his tone. "I'm not upset with you, bunny. So don't be sad if you think that's the case. I was just worried for my precious rabbit. You know I don't like it when you go running off like that, it worries me."

The little frown on your face only grows at his words. Why did he have to be so sweet, especially right now? You wished you could just forget about everything Clara had said to you and just crawl back into bed with your boyfriend, and drift off in his warm arms again. But you couldn't you needed to know what was behind all those photos and papers you looked at. You needed to know the truth.

Your eyes turn back up to William's, and you see his head slowly tilt to the side. He doesn't say anything, but he looks at you, studying your cute face. He as trying to draw an answer out from just your eyes.

"Will..." you begin, clearing your throat. You let him hold onto you, but don't offer your hands in return. "I... I-I need to talk to you about something."

William seemed to stiffen up at this, his lips parting as the words leave your mouth. He simply stares at you for a moment, eyes darting across your face before he swallows, nodding.

"Alright, then." He says, nodding a second time. He takes a look behind him before gently guiding you to the edge of the bed, letting you sit down next to him. You appreciated the gesture, knowing that this was going to be quite the conversation. William's hands leave your body, but settle on gently holding one of your hands instead. He presses a kiss to your fingers before giving your hand a squeeze, holding it on his lap.

"What's on your mind, bunny?"

Your lips tighten into a line again, and you look down to William's hands on top of yours. His thumb was rubbing the back of your knuckles, trying to soothe you even when he had no idea what the problem was. It broke your heart to see him like this. He wasn't ever anything but sweet to you and tried his best to make your relationship work. Did it make you a bad person to confront him like this? To bring up things he did in his past? Half of you knew it was necessary, but half of you felt an overwhelming guilt.

Let's just get this over with.

You take a deep breath, the cold air filling and leaving your lungs before you speak up again.

"You know I went down to look for the vending machines... right?" You ask, your gaze meeting his again. You could see a spark of confusion in his grey eyes.

"Of course." He responds, "Why?"

"Well, when I went down there... this lady came up to me."

William shifts in his seat on the bed, "A lady."

You nod and take another breath. You couldn't keep beating around the bush like this. You had to rip the band-aid off.

"Will... It was Clara. It was your ex."

Slowly, you watched as the color drained away from William's already pale face, but his expression remained the same. It was like he was trying to not looked as shocked as he really was. You could see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

"What?" He asks, holding your hand a little tighter. He leans in closer to you with a furrowed brow. "She was here? Why? What did she say to you? Why didn't you come get me?"

You shake his head at his flurry of questions, your mind not able to keep up, "I don't know. She said she was here because her and Mike are worried about me... I don't know how but they know we're seeing each other, Will. And it looks like they don't approve."

The brit is silent at your response, studying your face as his thumb caresses your knuckles a little harder. You could see his shoulders stiffen underneath his shirt, and his jaw clench. The eerie part was that his expression hadn't changed one bit. His body language said that he was mad; probably even livid. But he either refused to show it on his face, or just didn't know how to manage his emotions in the moment.

"Did you tell, bunny?" He asked, his tone dropping an octave. It made a chill run down your spine. "Did you tell someone about us? You know you're not supposed to do that."

"No!" You quickly say, "No, I didn't tell anyone. I'm not that stupid, Will."

His shoulders relaxed a little, "Then how did they find out?"

"I don't know... But-"

"I made sure to not leave a paper trail... I used cash for all of this."

"Will, I know, but-"

"I didn't tell anyone about anything... Not even Henry. It's impossible."

"Will-"

"It's not possible... there's no way that brat-"

"William!"

Whatever sort of odd trance your boyfriend was in, calling his name seemed to take him out of it. His eyes snap to your face again and visibly soften. He brings your hand up to his mouth again, giving the back of it a kiss.

"Apologies, bunny... This is all just quite confusing to me. I thought we were being careful."

You open your mouth to talk again, but one of his hands lifts up to your hair, cutting you off. You feel him stroke the side of your head, tucking few pieces of your locks behind your ear. He had a slight smile on his handsome face, but even you could tell that it was forced.

"Everything will be alright, my darling." He says, his voice softening as he tries to reassure you, "I'll handle all of it. You don't need to worry about them. No one will ever keep you away from me. I won't let them."

In an odd sort of way, his words do reassure you. You wanted to believe him fully, and just forget about the other events of your meeting with Clara. You wanted to just smile and nod and go back to bed, safe and secure in your lover's arms.

But you couldn't.

"That's not it, Will..." You add, lifting up your hand to take his away from your hair. You notice his smile slowly start to fade away.

"That's not it?"

"No... Clara, she..."

You look away again and hold your breath for a moment, trying to calm yourself down.

"She... She made me sit down with her, and she showed me all these... things. She told me... about you."

William's smile was completely gone now. He lifts his free hand up and grabs onto your chin, turning your head so that you were forced to look at him again.

"What? What did she tell you about me?"

Your heart was thumping in your chest, your eyes darting across William's handsome face. You had never seen him look like this before. William was usually pretty good at hiding when he was worried, but there was no mistaking the concern he had in his eyes. It scared you in a way you didn't know possible. Was he worried because what Clara said really was true? Was the William you knew and the mean, erratic William she spoke of the same? You prayed that they weren't.

"Sh-She..." You have to take another breath, feeling the lump in the back of your throat return, "She told me about you guy's marriage... about what happened when you were together. About your... divorce. And... why you got divorced."

William looked taken aback, his head tilting to the side. His eyes narrowed as he squeezed your hand. He looked confused. It made you a little frustrated.

"What? Why would she tell you about all that? Yes, we got divorced, but-"

"William, please!" You exclaim, now your turn to cut him off. Your eyes narrow too, but out of frustration instead of confusion. "I read the divorce papers! I saw all the reasons she listed for you guys splitting up. All of them."

This seems to make William go silent, staring at you as a glint of defeat flashes in his eyes. Your heart continued to pound inside of your ribs, filling the silence in the little hotel room the two of you shared.

"So you know..."

You nod, "Will, I just... I just want to know the truth. I want to hear it from you."

The brit seems to perk up at this, and he turns his body to better face you on the bed, "Bunny, what are you saying? I would never do any of those horrible things to my own family."

"Those were court documents, Will!"

"Yes, I know that, love. But, Clara, she..."

He trials off and looks to the side, seemingly thinking about something. You didn't know why, but his responses only made you feel more frustrated than before.

"She what? Lied? On an official document?"

"Well, not necessarily lie, per say-"

You could feel your heart drop at his words, your lips parting in shock.

Oh, god. It was true. It was fucking true.

You felt hot and cold at the same time as you quickly pulled your hands out of William's grasp, seeing the surprised look on his face as you turn away from him. You bury your face in your hands, your elbows resting on your thighs as you leaned forward.

"Oh, god." You mumble, your voice muffled by your palms, "Oh my god, Will... what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, love!" He quickly says, and you could feel his hand find its new home on the small of your back, "What those documents say... they do have some truth to them, yes, but they are greatly exaggerated versions of what really happened between her and I. When I met Clara, she was quite poor, and when we divorced she wanted more money than I was willing to give, so-"

"So you did!" You exclaim again, lifting your head out of your hands. You look up at the brit with a furrowed brow, feeling how hot your face was, "You did do all of that!"

"(Y/N), no, no! Listen to me!" He pleads with you, trying to lean in closer to touch your face. You pull away before he could, the levels of frustration you felt only rising.

"You don't treat someone you love like that, William!" You respond, your voice raised, "You don't speak to them like that! The thing she said you said- oh my god..."

"Bunny, please listen to me. I did say some things I'm not proud of, yes, but I only said them because she would speak to me in the exact same way. It was the only way I felt like she would listen to me, love. Please try to understand."

"I don't understand, Will! I don't understand because someone is clearly lying to me here!"

"Bunny, I would never lie to you. You know that I wouldn't."

"How do I, Will?! How do I know who's lying to me and who isn't anymore!"

"My love, please, just-"

"And what about all those people she said you got with?! You were cheating on her for years, William! How do I know you won't do the same to me?!"

William looked quite offended at this, his dark brow furrowing in frustration and shock, "(Y/N), please. I would never be unfaithful to you. Don't sit there and accuse me of something like that."

"But you did, William! You cheated on her so many times!"

The lump in your throat was getting bigger and bigger the more you spoke, to the point it was getting hard to talk.

"I trust you, Will, I really do, but... This is all just so scary for me. You know you're my first relationship. You're the first man I've ever given my heart to, and it already sucks we have to sneak around behind people's backs like this. But the fact that your ex-wife had to drive all the way down here just to warn me about you? How do you think that makes me feel?!"

You couldn't hold back the lump now, and it finally broke away into hot, quick tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn't like to cry. Especially not in front of other people. And crying in front of William was just... You felt ashamed. Was it even right for you to cry like this? Were your tears justified? Or were you just being bitchy for no reason? Were you taking out all your insecurities and fears out on William who was just trying to change for the better?

All of these questions made you cry harder, looking away from him.

"I-I just... I think about you and Clara and I just... I don't want to end up the same way. I-I don't want to lose what we have... I don't want you to get bored of me or frustrated with me because w-we can't see each other all the time a-and..."

You sniffle, choking out a broken sob before burying your face back in your hands.

"And y-you just... find someone else..."

The last part seems to strike something deep inside of William, and you feel his hand leave your back.

"Hey, hey. No, don't say things like that, bunny." You hear him say in a soft, gentle voice, feeling him move away from next to you on the bed.

You feel him kneel down in front of you, getting more on your level as you sit and sob on the mattress. His hands slowly come up again and gently take your hands away from your teary, reddened face, offering you a gentle smile as he sees you again. His large hands cup your cheeks in his hold, his thumb rubbing away the tears that spilled out of your eyes. His hands were warm, yet cool and soothing at the same time.

They comforted you.

"I would never do anything like that to you, my love." He reassures you again, wiping more of your tears away. He angles your head to face him again. "Look at me, darling. Look at me."

You hesitate for a moment before meeting his gaze again, seeing the look in his eyes. There's a mix of concern and worry in them, but also a twinge of hurt. A hurt for both seeing you in such a state, and the fact that you had to find out about his divorce rather than him telling you. It made your heart ache inside of your chest, which was slowly starting to beat at an increasingly normal rate.

"There we are." He coos, flashing a small half-smile before continuing on, his thumbs wiping away more of your tears.

"Bunny, listen to me. I would never, and I mean never, do anything to you of that sort. You are the one of the few good things in my life, and I will be damned if I ever do something that makes you feel any less cherished and adored than you already are."

He wipes more of your tears away, caressing your hot cheeks as you sniffle.

"Yes, I have done things in the past that I am... not overly proud of. But believe me when I say that those things are not me anymore. My marriage with Clara was... it should've never happened to begin with. We both knew that, and we took it out on each other. You and I are nothing like how I was with her. You're my precious bunny rabbit. And we belong together. Clara and I never belonged with one another."

You sniffle again, but slowly nod your head in understanding. The way he was talking to you, you believed him. His words made sense. The William you knew and the old William are different because he's changed. He was in a bad situation. Bad situations always make us do things that we're not necessarily proud of. It's what you do with yourself after the fact that defines who you are. And William has proved himself by treating you the way he did.

He would never hurt you.

You believe that now, right?

"As for my past... flings," He continues on, holding eye-contact with you, "That's all they were, my love. Just flings to get my mind off of what was happening at home... They're not something I'm proud of either, but I thought they would help at the time."

One of his hand leaves your face to stroke your hair again, the gentle smile you've come to love returning to his face.

"None of them could ever compare to my bunny. You're all I've ever wanted, (Y/N)."

He pauses for a moment, studying your face. The next words he says surprise you, but also make your heart feel full and warm. It was words you didn't expect to hear from him, not for a very long time. But the fact he was saying them now meant the world to you. They made you feel secure.

Like everything was going to be okay.

"I love you."

~~~

Close, close, close. That was way too fucking close.

That fucking bitch Clara and that fucking idiot Michael. Since when did they get so fucking smart? When did they have the brain power to uncover William's genius plans? Those two fucking idiots. Why did they think they had the right to scare his precious bunny like that? Make them cry?

It was inexcusable. Utterly, utterly deplorable. It made William sick. Who did they think they were? Disgusting. Disgusting.

William was finally able to get you to calm down after a little while. His bunny stopped crying, and had a smile on that precious face again. His bunny felt loved again, after he had to bandage all the wounds done by those fucking imbeciles.

How dare they. How dare they feed you such lies. How fucking dare they try to scare you away from him?

Useless. Useless scum.

The brit was able to put you back to bed after cuddling for a little while. It was early in the morning now, but you were quite tired after such an eventful night. William made sure to close the blinds tight to keep the room dark for you. But, being the sweetest little thing you were, you were fine with turning on the TV for William to watch while you slept.

Sweet bunny. Sweet, sweet little rabbit. His love. His darling love. His dearest bunny. His. His. HIS.

William was staring at the TV screen, tuned to the local news, but wasn't really paying attention to it. His mind was racing a mile a minute, blood coursing through his veins as quick as anything. The adrenaline was pumping and he wanted to get up. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. He had a precious bunny in his arms.

He looks down to see your sweet little sleeping face, your eyes closed and your pretty lips parted as you breathed. You looked peaceful now, happy that William was there to save the day again. Of course he was. It was his job, silly. William would always be there for you.

But oh was he pissed. William couldn't remember being this angry before, not even towards that brat Michael.

How dare they. How fucking dare they.

He couldn't let this happen again. He couldn't ever bear to see another tear slip down his baby bunny's precious little cheeks. It would break his heart. He couldn't bear to see you so scared and confused again. You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve to feel anything other than loved and happy.

It was William's job to protect you.

And it seemed that in order to do that, he had to take it a step further.

William looked down at you again, staring at your face. He leaned in and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your forehead, holding you closer to his chest.

Don't worry, sweet bunny, don't worry. William's right here for you.

He'll never let anything harm you ever again, no, no. Not ever.

He would get rid of the problem for you.

For good.

~~~

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Crave || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: William is tired of waiting.

NSFW // Suggestive

word count: im too lazy to do wordcounter so uhh medium length

warnings: dubcon??? sure why not. corruption kink, age-gap (reader is 20 while Will is pushing 40) relationship, Will is kinda (really) creepy, obsession, usage of those kinda toys, masturbation, usage of pet names, sensual touching, praise, very brief and faint daddy kink, swearing, Michael is in this too briefly a few times, not proofread

a/n: it's been a while since ive posted on this blog. i really don't know what this is, so I guess just consider this some word barf. I only thought of it after binging all of the first season of Euphoria

taglist open. minors dni.

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William Afton could not remember a time where he wasn't faking.

It didn't necessarily mean he was an unhappy person, no. Actually not in the slightest. He had a stable job with a plenty amount of money flowing in, and a big enough house to show for it. His three children went to the nicest school in town, and wore clothes and shoes that made heads turn. The car parked in the driveway was sleek and shiny. He shared a CEO position with his best friend for multiple companies. He was drop dead handsome. A widow. A charming bachelor. What other men his age got to say that? William was truly living the American dream.

But, it was all just... boring.

Maybe that's what drew him to you.

You were his eldest son's friend, someone he met in the early years of community college. Michael would have you over often, and sometimes you'd just show up at the house. Not that William minded.

You weren't boring.

You were a pretty young thing. It had been far too long since William had something so pretty and supple close to him. You were the same age as his eldest, but William didn't fucking care. He was tired of people his age flirting with him anyway. He wanted something fresh and exciting. Something pretty for him to fawn over and take care of.

He wanted you.

He learned listening in to your conversations with his son that you were a virgin. Hadn't even been kissed before. Only had one "boyfriend" in middle school that only dated you for a week over a dare.

It made his cock unbearably hard thinking about getting to be all of your firsts. The way you would tremble when his big hands finally got to caress your warm body. The look of worry in your doe eyes when he kisses you for the first time. The way your lips would be so timid against his, your hands clasping his dress shirt as you wondered if he felt as good as you did.

Don't worry, sweet bunny. He did. He felt so, so good. You made him feel like he reached nirvana

It's what he would think about at night when he put on his favorite porno. It's what would play on loop in his mind as he fucked into his fist. Its your name he would groan under his breath. Its you that made him start to lose interest in his favorite movies. He couldn't even get hard anymore looking at them.

Because they weren't you.

Its you that made him want to invest in something else other than his hand. It's you, sweet bunny, that made him buy his first toy to pleasure himself with.

But alas, its also you that made him grow tired of that as well.

No amount of imagining the cheap plastic was you could do him justice anymore. He always knew in the back of his mind that it wasn't you that he was pumping full of hot, sticky semen every night. Who was he kidding? Something like that could never be a replacement.

William needed the real thing. He wasn't sure if he could ever get off again if he didn't.

He needed a plan.

It would be easy enough for to get you alone with him. After many times of chatting with him while you were waiting for Michael to appear, William could tell you trusted him enough. That made things a lot easier.

He decided he would just use Michael. He would wait for a day he knew his son would invite you over, then create some scenario where Michael couldn't make it home in time to meet you there. William could use his money for this. Bribe a few college boys with a couple hundred dollars to distract Michael for a few hours without him knowing. Boom. Easy. Tomorrow should be a good day to do it.

That part's covered. William will go to the bank in the morning to get the money.

William knew that you would be timid to come in when Michael isn't home. That's fine. He can just lie. Tell you that Michael just had to run to get some snacks for you two and he'd be back any minute. That sounded like his son enough for you to be comfortable with that answer enough for you to come inside.

Yes, it was all coming together.

William would gently lead you over to and sit you down on his plush couch. He'll force Michael in the morning to clean the house while he's at the bank. Can't have his sweet, precious bunny sitting in a dirty living room. William would make you tea to get you comfortable as you sat, and he would soon sit next to you. Not too close to freak you out, yet not too far. William hated it when you were far away from him.

William was good at small talk. He'd practiced a lot trying to blend in with the normal crowd. He knew your sense of humor too. He'd be sure to make you laugh. He loved your laugh. It was so fucking sexy. You hated it, though. That made William pissed. You have nothing to be insecure about. You're so fucking precious and darling in every way. When you doubted yourself it made William want to bend you over the nearest surface and pound you until you were convinced every part about you was beautiful. That every inch of you was-

Mr. Afton was getting ahead of himself. He had to focus.

Eventually, his hand would find a place on your knee, his large thumb rubbing into your flesh. A test. If you reacted well, he could continue. If you didn't, well...

you needed more work.

It wasn't a choice now of if you were gonna be his, now only when.

He hoped you would be a good little bunny and play along with his wishes. It would disappoint him if he had to punish you so early on.

If he could continue, he'd move his hand down your thigh, moving his body closer to you. Surely you'd be blushing by then, a nervous look on your adorable face when you look up at the taller, bigger, older man. It would be so fucking adorable. The way your eyebrows bent in confusion. The way your plush lips would part.

How he wanted to do unspeakable things with those lips.

William would keep putting his hands on you, slowly but surely. He would keep his touches soft, delicate, like you would break into a million pieces if he pressed any harder. He'd go slow, alert to pull away if he sensed his bunny getting uncomfortable. The last thing he want's is to scare his bunny away. They were just a timid little thing. His bunny to keep all to himself, to protect and hold and never let go. He needed patience with you. That was fine. He was a patient man. He had a mile of it to give when it came to you. He knows how scary it must be to have such a handsome, older man touch virgin you like that. How scared you must be when you feel how good he can make you feel. How timid you are with all of these new sensations.

Its okay, precious little one. William promises to take such good care of you. He'll make you feel so good, just wait. You'll never want for anything ever again. That's what you get when you're a good bunny for your daddy.

William would be sure to praise you to keep you going. He'll tell you all the things he's been waiting to say to you. He'll tell you how he's never seen something as pretty as you. How he finds it so hard to control himself when you're around. How he gets so jealous that Michael gets to see you every day and be near you. He'll tell you how he's waited so long just to feel how soft your pretty skin is. How he's wanted you for so, so long. How he only wants you.

You'll question him. You'll be confused.

It's okay. William is there to calm your nerves. Can't you see how much he wants you? His big hand are all over you. He keeps looking at your lips. And surely by now you've noticed that painful looking bulge in his pants.

He wants you. Only you. No one else could even come close to being as perfect as you are for him. William doesn't mind his baby is a virgin. That's what he's here to do. He'll teach you all you need to know, and daddy will make you feel so good in the process.

All you need to do is have some faith.

~~

Twink era = destroyed

Dilf era = arising

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