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AFAB READER

William Afton x Reader

Oh no, my car, there’s cum in it

AN: Yes I am posting William Afton porn after being inactive for ages. Whoops

To say this is where you thought you'd be after your shift on a Wednesday night would be a lie. No one really expects to find themselves under their boss in the backseat of his car, but that's where you found yourself.

The kids car seats had been taken out of the car beforehand, as if this was something he had planned out in his head. You could hear the clicking from the turn signal, making it clear to others that his car was pulled over and to drive past it. The feeling of his lips on your neck brought your attention back over to him.

"How needy do you have to be to have me pull over on the side of the road?" He spoke against your skin, his hands making their way under your shirt. You felt a chill go down your spine, body tensing some at the feeling of his cold fingers. "You couldn't even wait until I got you home, could you? How pathetic"

His laugh was cold and sent a wave of arousal through you. He could do so little and cause so much. He loved the way he could get you going with practically nothing. "Not going to answer me, hm?" His hand snaked down into your pants. "What a shame. And to think I was going to give into what you wanted"

One of his fingers came into contact with your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. This earned a quiet moan from you, your hips bucking up slightly in anticipation. "This is what I wanted" you confirmed, earning a chuckle from William. His lips were curled up into some sort of smirk, stopping the movement of his finger. "Oh is it now? You want me, hm? You want to sleep with your boss. What a slut"

Now under any other circumstance, you'd probably be upset by someone calling you a slut. It's not a fun label to have on your back. However, when William called you that, it got you riled up. And he knew it. The way you whined from the loss is stimulation on your clit and the way you looked at him made him want you more. But to say he was going to be fair about it would be a lie. There was nothing fair about him.

"Are you going to be good?" He asked, pulling his hand away from your cunt and out of your pants. "Are you going to be a good little slut for me?" A wave of arousal rushed between your legs, your cunt begging for his touch. For his cock. "Yes. I'll be good. Please William, I need it" you sounded pathetic. You knew you did and you knew he enjoyed it.

"Good slut" William's hands wasted no time in pulling off your pants and underwear, enjoying the view. You were wet for him, and that made him want you even more. "So wet for me... how long have you wanted this, hm?" He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling off his belt and setting it onto the car floor.

"Since I started working for you" you didn't hesitate with that answer. Every time you saw him at work, you couldn't help but be filled with desire. You couldn't help the want to be bent over his desk and fucked. You wanted to be his. And boy was he about to make you his.

"Oh? That long?" He smirked down at you once again, his hand sliding up your thigh towards your pussy. "How pathetic" two of his fingers poked at your soaking core, just barely giving you anything.

"Please William, I need this" you begged, watching his facial expression. Every time you made some sort of noise or begged, it ignited something in him, and his eyes showed that. The usually cold and calculated bluish grey iris's looked at you with pure lust and curiosity, wondering just what reaction you'd have to what touch or action. Your body was his to explore now.

Slowly easing in the two fingers, he drew a gasp from your lips, it being followed by a shaky moan. His fingers were long and slender, able to poke and tease every spot that shot chills down your spine and waves of pleasure over your body. You felt limp under him, shamelessly letting out moans and whines as his fingers pumped in and out of your sopping cunt.

"Are you enjoying this?" William asked, his lips brushing against your neck. "Go on, slut. Tell me how it feels"

"Really fucking... good-.. William" you sucked in a sharp breath, your hips sliding down against his fingers, wanting them to keep filling you up. You wanted him to fill you up. "Oh please, I need you"

"You need me?" He let out a lighthearted laugh, pulling his fingers out of you. Hearing you whine and look up at him, pleading with your eyes, made him snap.

Just like that, his pants and boxers were off and thrown to the front of his car. Your gaze fell down towards his cock, erect and begging to be between your warm walls. Your eyes quickly snapped back upwards, only to be met with William's gaze.

"I don't mind you looking. Hell, I've been looking at you all night long" William chuckled, his hand taking hold of his cock.

He wasted no time lining himself up to your pussy, teasingly rubbing your entrance with his tip. "You're being such a good girl for me. I love it~"

He slowly slid his cock into you, letting out a low groan against your ear. "So warm, so wet. All of this, just for me?" He slowly pulled back before thrusting back in, a wet slap coming from the two of you when your hips met. "Such a good girl"

As he started to pick up the pace of his thrusting, you couldn't help but let out moans. To him, you sounded almost pathetic and desperate. The way you clung onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin. The way you whined and whimpered and moaned for him. It was all too much.

"You're such a good slut. You take me so well" he praised, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. "I should keep you like this. All to myself. No one else can have you"

His cock was hitting areas within you that you'd never dream of being touched. He drove you wild and had you like putty in his hands, right where he wanted you.

It didn't take long before you found yourself getting close to an orgasm. William's breathy moans and small curses under his breath made it clear he was getting to his limit too. He worked you up in a way no other man had before.

Your orgasm came first, the waves of pleasure washing over you while you clamped down around his cock, trying so hard to keep your voice down as to not alert anyone that might be walking by as to what was happening in the car. William soon followed suit, being quick to pull out and cum in a sloppy manner all over your stomach.

He rode out his orgasm, pumping his cock a few times before he finished. He leaned down, giving you a sloppy kiss before he put his clothes back on. "Let's get you home"

#william afton #dave miller #five nights at freddy's #nsfw #shameless smut #crossposted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #x reader #william afton x reader #afab reader

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sagey-kins · 2 years

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Gallagher’s Do It Well

Frank Gallagher x Reader smut

Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad. They/them reader pronouns. They/them pussy reader. Season 1 Frank Gallagher. I'm not attracted to Frank Gallagher. This was written purely out of boredom and for shits and giggles. Sorry if it kinda sucks, I'm rusty on writing NSFW

Word count: 3197

•———•

The south side of Chicago was always sketchy, especially at night. Having lived here for the past few years proved that well. Surprisingly enough, you hadn't had any sort of run in with the Gallagher's, a family that also lived on the south side that you've heard tons about.

You couldn't explain what drove you to stay in this side of Chicago, but finances was a problem for even getting out, so for the time being, you were stuck here. It had started to rain and you didn't want to get caught in a storm if it were to come, so you looked down the street to see if there were any open buildings to take refuge in until the rain stopped.

The closest thing was a janky little bar called The Alibi. Without any thought, you ducked inside of there, earning a whole bunch of people staring at you. Some you've seen around town, others you didn't recognize. You were quick to realize the people there weren't used to new people coming into the bar. It's like it was their thing and no one else could have it.

Making your way over to the bar, you took a seat on a stool next to a man you didn't recognize. The bartender took notice of you and walked over, putting his hands on the bar. "And what can I get for you?" He asked. He didn't sound rude or condescending. He seemed nice.

"A beer. Whatever's on tap" you gave him a warm smile. "I don't think I've met you. I'm Y/N, I've been in the south side a couple years. I just haven't gotten around very much. I usually stay inside my house"

"That explains why I haven't seen you" the bartender said. "A lot of people can go unspotted by staying inside. I was like that for a bit when I came here. I'm Kevin Ball, but most people call me Kev. I basically run this place. The owner Stan lives upstairs, but he's old and dying, so I'm taking care of the bar for him"

"Well then, it's nice to meet you Kev" you watched as he grabbed a glass from the bar.

"I hope you don't mind Old Fashioned. That's what we have on tap" he pulled the lever, filling the glass as much as he could before setting it down in front of you.

"Oh, I don't mind at all. Old Fashioned is one of my favourites" this seemed to catch the attention of the man sitting beside you.

"A person after my own heart" he was looking directly at you now. "I don't think we've met, I'm Frank Gallagher. Father, teacher, mentor, captain of my little ship" his last sentence earned small groans and eye rolls from patrons in the bar, including Kev.

"Hey Frank, don't you actually have to take care of your kids to consider yourself that?" Kev chimed in, only to have Frank wave him away. He didn't want to have Kev in the conversation and that was very apparent.

"I do take care of my kids" Frank retaliated, turning his full attention back to you. "So what's a pretty person like you doing here? I haven't seen you around before"

"Oh, it was raining pretty bad and I didn't want to walk home in the rain. I figured I'd hide out here until the weather calmed down" you explained. "I'm hoping it doesn't take too long. I've got housework to catch up on"

"Oh please, housework can wait. Housework is merely a distraction from the finer things in life, like getting drunk and having amazing sex. Or doing coke and waking up in Cuba. All the fun things you could be doing in life, if you weren't doing housework." Frank seemed so sure that these were things that would make you think twice about it.

These things were ones that you would often times push aside as shit that rich people did because they have nothing better to do in life, but hearing it come from someone as poverty stricken and rustically attractive as Frank made you second guess that. "Okay... I'll bite. So maybe I'll stay for a couple more drinks and neglect housework until tomorrow"

"That's the spirit!" Frank quickly praised, a smile wide across his face. You didn't know if it was your daddy issues screaming or if he was actually attractive to societal norms, but you were fine with whatever one it was. "Now, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

"Well, I'm 26, I grew up in Ohio but my family moved to Illinois when I was 17. I moved to Chicago when I was 19 and after a really bad breakup and financial issues, I had to move to the south side. I don't have contact with my family anymore. I don't consider them family. They casted me aside when I needed them the most and I don't wanna bother with them" you felt bad kinda dumping all of this onto Frank, but he was the one who had asked about you, so you just explained.

"Sounds like a shit family that doesn't deserve you" Frank took a sip of his beer, you following suit. "I have six kids. None of them can stand me because I speak the truth. Ingrates they are. But I love them. They all have pieces of me in them"

"I don't understand how some kids can hate their parents for being honest" you very much weren't aware of the situation between Frank and his kids. You could only take his word for it.

•———•

As you two talked about smaller things, you two kept drinking. More and more drinks went down your throat into your stomach and hours went past. It was last call and you decided you were going to have another beer with Frank. The last one for the night.

He was getting more and more attractive as the night went on. With every small lingering touch he left on your face and body made you crave more. The way he looked at you and spoke to you like you were the only person there made you yearn for him. Chugging back his beer, he looked back at you. "Listen, you're a good catch and I'd like to have you to myself for the rest of the night. Why don't you come back to my house?" He suggested, his hand resting on your thigh.

You almost choked on your beer from the contact on your thigh, but you finished it up and set the glass back down on the bar. "I'd love to, but what about your kids?"

"Ah fuck them. I don't think any of them are home. Fiona's out with her boyfriend, Lip and Liam are with Sheila and Karen Jackson, Ian's.... I don't know where he is. But wherever he is, he's safe. If anyones home it's Carl and Debbie, but their heavy sleepers and won't get to hear you. Only I get to" Frank's voice was sending waves of arousal straight down to your core.

"Well then... I don't see the issue with it." You got up from your barstool, almost stumbling a bit, but quickly regaining balance on the floor.

"Perfect" Frank got up, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Kev! Put everything we both drank on my tab" he walked out with you, leaving you through the street.

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It didn't take long for you guys to get to Franks. Turns out he lived a couple streets away from you. Walking inside the house, it looked a bit messy, but that's to be expected with 6 kids living there. That thought was pushed aside once Frank pulled you towards the stairs, leading you up to his room.

The second the door was shut, his lips were crashed against yours, moving with a frantic hunger and need that your lips matched. You found yourself under him on the bed in a matter of seconds, allowing yourself to wrap one of your legs around his waist.

Frank's lips pulled away from yours, smirking down at you. "You filthy little slut. Go on, tell me how much you need me"

"So badly. Please daddy, I'm begging, I need you" you weren't entirely sure why daddy was the first thing that came out of your mouth in referral to him, but he seemed to like it.

In an instant, Frank pulled your pants off of you, tossing them aside. His hands made their way up your shirt, leaning back down and kissing you. The kiss was full of desire and hunger, a small gasp leaving you as his hands slipped under your bra and pinched at your nipples. The way he pinched and pulled at them sent waves of arousal between your legs, and your panties were soaked in arousal.

He pulled away from your lips, lowering himself so his face was level with your sopping cunt. His face buried into your panties, inhaling sharply. "You smell so sweet" the words rolled off his tongue, rough like bourbon.

Using his teeth, he pulled down the damp fabric and kissed right above your sex. "I'm going to devour you. I need to taste you"

He kissed downwards slowly, wanting to see how you'd react. It made his cock throb at the sight of you rolling your hips upwards to have his mouth latch onto your folds. It wasn't long before he gave in, leaving a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your cunt.

His eyes locked with yours as his tongue flicked against your clit, earning a whimper from your mouth. This encouraged him further, wasting no time with latching onto your clit, sucking at it like it was his last meal. The moans and whimpers that left your mouth were like music to his ears.

His mouth greedily worked at stimulating your clit, the sucking and licking against the sensitive bundle of nerves driving you wild. You locked your fingers into Frank's hair, desperately trying to hold him down there. One of his fingers poked at your core, earning a pathetic sounding whimper to leave your throat.

"Please daddy. Please, please, please-" he loved the way you begged for him. For more. His finger plunged in, a mewl leaving your lips.

His finger slowly thrusted in and out of you while his tongue lapped at your clit. It wasn't long before he drove a second finger up into you, listening to the noises you made while you unraveled for him, just from his fingers and mouth.

He couldn't get enough of you and your taste. It was like a drug and he was hooked onto it like a dope fiend is to the needle. The way his fingers curled into your core and hit every spot that made you squirm was paying off. You were so close to cumming and Frank could tell by the way your walls clenched around his fingers and the way your thighs pressed into his head.

"Daddy please" your nails dug into his scalp, gripping at his hair. "I'm gonna cum. I'm so close, daddy please-"

Frank's motions didn't let up, wanting you to cum. He wanted every inch of you to feel good. He might've been a selfish person, but by no means was he a selfish man in bed. If he was, people wouldn't run back to him when they were desperate for a release. And that's the last thing he needed.

You came undone, walls tight around his fingers. His name rolled off your tongue so easily and your entire body trembled from your orgasm. His fingers left your cunt, but he made no attempt to stop ravishing your pussy with his tongue. Lapping up the sweet juices that your body released, he didn't stop until he had every drop of your cum licked up.

He pulled away from your pussy and gave you a toothy grin, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking away your wetness from them. "You taste incredible" he wiped his face on his jacket before climbing back up on top of you, kissing you once again.

You could taste yourself on Frank's lips and you loved it. One of his hands was holding himself up over you and the other one was tugging off his pants and boxers. Using his free hand, he lined his cock up with your dripping heat, pushing the tip in. You moaned into his mouth, one of your hands lightly gripping at the bedsheets. You wanted him fully in you.

"Daddy please" you begged quietly against his lips. "Please put it in me"

"You needy little whore, you" Frank plunged the rest of his cock into you, listening as you gasped and moaned while he spread you open.

A groan left his lips, feeling the tightness of your walls wrap around him. "You feel so tight... so perfect" his voice was right in your ear, almost like a growl. He didn't waste any time with letting you adjust to his length, giving a shallow thrust.

The quiet whimper that left you filled his ears and boosted his ego. He was making those noises come from you. Not anyone else from The Alibi, not anyone else in the entire south side of Chicago. Only him. One of his hands reached down to grab one of your legs, raising it up over his shoulder and setting it there so he could fit deeper within you.

"You're mine, slut. You hear me? All mine?" The dominance in his voice made you shudder, but you didn't have much time to think about his voice when he slowly started to pull out to the tip before immediately snapping his hips back into yours.

It took merely a few experimental thrusts before Frank had set a pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. Waves of pleasure ran through your body as he pounded himself into you, hitting every spot and nerve that made your legs tremble and your body feel like putty.

Your mind was numb, only able to focus on the moans and groans he was letting out into your ear and the punishing pace he had set. Your walls gripped around him, fingers digging into the bedsheets of his worn down bed. The lovely moans and whines that left you kept motivating him more. Motivating him to speed up the pace of his thrusts.

His hips were snapping into yours, one hand keeping him balanced above you and the other gripping tightly at your thigh. His nails were digging into the flesh and his hot breath was right against your ear. "Oh fuck.. y-you take me so well, darling. Taking daddy Frank's cock so good"

A particularly loud moan left you when he found a certain spot within you that made you squirm. Aiming to hit there again, his hand moved from your thigh to your waist, holding you down into the mattress while he kept hitting there, keeping his pace steady. "You like that?"

Your brain was mush. So badly you wanted to answer the man that was giving you pure ecstasy, but you felt unable to. Words weren't coming to mind.

Frank took notice of this and slowed his pace, drawing out whines and pleas for him to speed up. "Oh, and you can beg for that but not answer my question?" His tone lowered and his face got closer to your ear, practically smushing his face right into it. "Doll, if you don't answer, I'm not letting you fucking cum"

"Yes, I l-love that so much! Daddy please, more. I'm begging you, please. Fuck my pussy harder, please" the pleas leaving you were angelic to Frank.

He was quick to pick up the pace, allowing himself to be rougher with you as he fucked you. The way your breath hitched and your walls twitched made it clear to him you were about to cum, and to say he wasn't going to would be a lie. Your walls getting ready to clamp down on him made his cock twitch. He was so close.

"I'm g-getting really close, doll"

"Please daddy, fill me! I'm begging you, please fill me!"

"Your wish is my command"

Franks hand moved from your waist to your clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles against it. This was enough to send you over the edge into another orgasm, walls clenching around Frank while you came. You were crying out, knuckles white from your grip on the bedsheets.

This sent Frank over the edge, groans, moans and curses leaving him and into your ear while he came. He rode out the both for your guys's orgasms, slowing down before he came to a complete halt. He took a moment to catch his breath some and compose himself before pulling out, laying down beside you. "... by any chance, are you on any form of birth control?"

"I mean, I'm on the pill, but if you're worried about possible pregnancy I can always get a plan B pill from the pharmacy" you said, looking over at Frank.

He seemed to contemplate this for a moment before he wrapped an arm around you. "Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll pay for your abortion if it comes to that"

You weren't sure whether to be worried, horrified, or relieved by any of this, so you decided to just rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. Let your body calm down from all of that.

You honestly felt yourself starting to doze off before you heard the sound of soft knocking at the bedroom door.

"Daddy? Are you okay? I heard a lot of noise in there?" it sounded like a little girl outside the door, and Frank let out a groan from this.

"Everything's fine, Debs, just go back to bed" he could barely be heard by Debbie on the outside of the door, but she settled for this answer.

"Okay daddy. I love you. Goodnight!" The sound of Debbie walking back to her room was hardly heard.

"Yeah, love you too. Night.." Frank sounded to be half asleep.

"I though you said she was a heavy sleeper" you glanced upwards towards Frank who simply just rolled his eyes at the mention of this.

"Heavy sleeper, not a fucking dead body. We were being kinda loud... damn, I hope this doesn't go to emotionally scar her" Frank almost sounded concerned. The key word is almost. He planted a kiss on the top of your head and tightened his hold on you. "Just get some sleep, love. You're gonna need it"

A tired sigh left you. You didn't want to argue with him on waking his kid up from this and started to feel the affects that alcohol tends to have on people after being extremely drunk for prolonged periods of time. A hangover. Sleeping would be best, especially now. Maybe you'd get lucky and sleep it off. Your eyes closed and you soon found yourself drifting off, the sound of Frank's heartbeat and light snores being the last things you heard.

#frank gallagher #x reader #Frank Gallagher x reader #smut #shameless #shameless usa #shameless smut #nsfw

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