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he’s such a hard worker. he’s got to get this flavor just right, has to keep making adjustments so you’ll absolutely love it. he’s so focused, and there’s a certain determination to him. his hands were sticky and sugary when he wrapped them around your waist. it’s cute to see him try to be so careful about touching you, trying his best not to get sugar everywhere. he’s got some of it on his apron. it got on your skin too, but you don’t mind.

he pulls away just for a moment, and you’re able to watch his face this time. his face is flushed, sugar and white chocolate staining his lips and face. his lips look so pretty, his cheeks are soft pink, and his eyes are hazy. “gotta get it just right.” he manages to say before he’s diving back in again to get another taste.

your soft thighs jerk against his cheeks, and it doesn’t help that he’s also being so sloppy. the way he’s licking and kissing is rough, like he has no idea the effect he’s having on you. he’s so focused and desperate to get the taste right.

he grips your thighs just slightly tighter, his fingers sinking into the skin hard enough to leave little indents, he seems to be getting into a rhythm, his face pressing between your thighs, his mouth so eager and messy. like he doesn’t know how hard you’re clenching, how you can barely keep your thighs open, or how you’re trying to stop all those pretty sounds from leaving your mouth. a long, shaky exhale drags out of your throat, soft and breathy as you cum. your thighs jerking and your fingers curling into the mess of his hair, gripping the tangled curls without thinking. he pulls away, his cheeks flushed and his face a mess with the sweet combination of sugar and you.

his voice is a soft whine when he speaks. and he’s still gently massaging your legs, just wanting to touch you but also trying not to leave a trail of sugar and chocolate all over you. “good?” was all he asked. the softest little syllable, and he already made it sound so pleading.

a shaky sound came out, "uh-huh", barely more than a breath. he smiles at that, his expression turning sweet and soft the moment you show any signs of approval. he loves you, just so much, and he can’t ever get enough of hearing you say you’re satisfied. he pushes himself up just a little more to rest his head on your stomach, letting the top of his head just barely touch your chest, before he lets out a content sigh.

“yeah?” he asks, but you can hear that it isn’t really a question, he also starts writing down some things in his notebook, writing down certain flavors, how you tasted, to get this chocolate perfect.

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a/n: this is my first ever time writing x reader smut lmao neverrr thought it would be willy wonka but timothee..... mhm mhm mhm

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

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MICHAEL AFTON

delicate frames — fluff, one shot.

unpacking silence. — angst, one shot.

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WILLIAM AFTON

i'm gonna shoot myself

who's the biggest twink in rdr?

may the freak be with you or whatever they said

Would you do comfort shower sex with re2 leon omg I'll give you my soul please🙏🏻

let’s pretend the whole aeon romance didn’t happen during raccoon city😛 also fuckkk i LOVED writing this

warnings; smut obvi, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, subby leon, kind of angsty and kind of fluffy too, handjob, implied cunnilingus at the end

leon hadn’t been the same since raccoon city.

you were both gonna move there once leon got his new job as a cop, but he went a day earlier than you for his first day, and you needed more time to pack.

thank god you stayed behind, but you constantly blame yourself for letting him go. he assures you it’s not your fault, how you couldn’t have ever known, but it all fell on deaf ears.

its been about three months now, and he still seems pretty traumatised by the whole ordeal. you’ve tried to be there for him, always letting him vent to you on the rare occasion that he needs to let his feelings out, offering him comfort in your arms.

you made sure to work two jobs to pay rent, leon wasn’t ready to work anytime soon (or so you thought) and you cooked for him, cleaned up after him, and sometimes on his bad days, you had to help him shower. 

it was no surprise that you were stressed, feeling overstimulated with everything. but you couldn’t say anything, leon had it way worse, and you understood that. despite the constant dark circles under your eyes, the soreness in your muscles, you stayed strong. stayed strong for him.

but it was getting difficult to keep up with everything. it was hard to sleep because of leon’s insomnia, or when he did sleep, he had nightmares. you would comfort him through the night, try to ease him back to sleep. you would take shit from customers and bosses all day everyday, putting effort into cooking just for most of it to go to waste. but that was all okay, because it was leon. you loved him so much, that none of this other stuff mattered.

you’d probably be able to decompress by getting some release, and of course, you wouldn’t push leon to do anything like that now. you were fine with going solo… except, you had no time to yourself really, so you’d gone practically three months without touching yourself.

but it was okay. you could deal with all of it, for leon.

you’d just finished washing the dishes, strolling back over to the dining table that leon was still sat at, staring at nothing.

your heart ached for him constantly, and you found that you had to hold back tears everytime you saw him like this. he was like a shell of the man you fell in love with.

you slowly moved closer to him, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. he startled, blue eyes snapping up to yours as he tensed. he quickly eased once he realised what’d happened, and mumbled an apology under his breath as he slowly turned to look down at the table.

you stroked his shoulder delicately, pinching your brows together. you stood in silence there for a minute, seeing how he seemed to just be out of it.

“honey,” you whispered. his head barely moved in your direction to show that he was listening. “you wanna get in the shower?”

saying nothing, he nodded slightly. he stood, but didn’t make any move to the bathroom. you bit the inside of your lip, knowing that you’d have to help him. you muttered a “cmon” to him, moving your hand to his back, leading him to the hallway slowly and into the bathroom.

you moved away from him and started the shower, keeping one hand beneath it to check the temperature, and the other was reaching to get a clean towel from the basket, and you put it on the rack.

once the water was warm enough, you turned. leon was leaning against the door, staring at you. well, more like staring through you, like he wasn’t all there. you’d gotten used to that stare by now.

you take a step toward him, and reached up to cup his cheek. his eyes, that seem a lot duller lately, shift to look at you. you smiled at him sadly, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. he reached up to hold your wrist, hardly managing to give you a weak smile back. more like a twitch of the lips.

you take your hand away, and began to unbutton his shirt. he stepped away from the door, moving his arms to help you pull it off of him. you both were used to this routine by now.

you remove his belt next, dropping it to the floor atop of his discarded shirt. you unbutton his jeans, pull down his zip, and take both the waistband of them and his boxers, pulling them down.

normally, this act would be turning you on incredibly, but it’s hard to be when he’s so distant.

you take his socks off, then stand to your height and take his hand, smiling at him again. you carefully walk him over to the shower, letting him get inside and stand beneath the water for a moment. then you undress quickly, pulling of your work shirt and plain bra, then pulling down your pants and panties.

after pulling up your hair into a half-assed bun, you climb in after him.

you reach up to run your hands through his hair as usual, to spread the water and get it wet, but he suddenly turns around and presses his forehead against your shoulder.

you try to not let the shock show on your face, even if he can’t see it. your hands remain up for a second, before moving to hold him. one settles on the back of his neck, the other at the top of his spine.

you stand like that for a few minutes beneath the water, just close to each other. after a little while, you start to hear him sniffling, and something warm drip onto your shoulder, definitely not shower water.

“oh, baby..” you whisper, feeling your own tears well up in your eyes. “don’t cry, shh… it’s okay.” you wrap your arms around him tighter, your hand on his neck moving up to his hair.

he’s silent for a little while, just crying into your shoulder. his arms wrap around your waist, and he nuzzles his nose into your neck. you think this is the most he’s touched you in months.

“i..” he gasps, voice shaky. your heart breaks. “i just can’t stop thinking about it.”

you close your eyes, trying your best not to sob. “i know, i know… it’s gonna be okay, honey… i’m here for you, i’m not going anywhere.”

he lifts his head up, glossy eyes staring at you. you take his face in your hands, smiling tearfully at him. “you are so strong. i love you so much.”

his face twitches as more tears spill from his eyes, he takes your wrist and puts your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. “i love you too.”

god, you’ve not heard that in a long time. you pull him back into your arms, standing in a sorta hug with him.

you both stand like that for what seems like hours, him silently crying into your neck as you stroke his back, kissing his hair softly.

after a while, you feel his lips brush your neck. then he begins to kiss it delicately, pressing little kisses up to your jawline.

“leon?” you ask, moving your head back to question him, but all he does is shush you, continuing to kiss up to your cheek. he places his hands on your hips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

he brushes his lips against yours, sad eyes staring right into yours. you swallow nervously. “honey, i don’t want you to rush into anything. it’s okay, we can take it one step at a—”

he cuts you off with a gentle kiss, his plump lips pressing against yours. it doesn’t last long, he pulls away after a few seconds. he moves his hands from your hips to your waist, eyes flickering between your lips and eyes. “‘m ready.. ‘n i want you..” he whispers, desperation laced in his tone.

he leans closer again, but you shift your head back. “baby, are you sure?”

leon lets out a quiet whine, eyes locked onto your lips as he places his forehead against yours. “mhm.”

even though you were surprised by his sudden clinginess, you couldn’t deny that even the feeling of his touch and longing look in his gaze was already making your stomach churn.

“‘js need you..” he brushed his lips against yours again. “need to forget.”

you understand. you nod at him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. you kiss him softly, then again, then again, and again. he pulls you closer, your soft chest smushed against his hard one, and he deepens the kiss.

you immediately allow his tongue entrance to your mouth, sighing happily against him. he whimpers quietly, hands gripping you tighter as his lips move against yours more fervently.

“baby..” he whispers, pulling away for air. he leans down to suck at your neck, nipping and kissing.

“i know..” you murmur back, already feeling the wetness between your legs grow.

he kisses down to your chest, leaving hickeys in his wake. “‘s been so long…”

you nodded, eyes closing at the feeling. already, you felt as if all the stress of the past few months was melting away.

he leans back up, smashing his lips back against yours with a moan, his hands groping your tits. you shuddered, clenching around nothing already.

you pull away. he chases your mouth, but you lean down to kiss at his neck.

you suck harshly, kissing the spot afterward. you paid extra attention to the sensitive spot between his moles, his little whines making your clit throb.

“fuck..” he sighs. you look up to see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, staring at you.

you almost cum untouched at the way his eyes are so blown.

you glance down, and actually moan out loud at the sight. he’s just as turned on as you, his cock standing at full attention, pale pink tip practically staring right at you.

you look back up at him, pressing your lips against his, tongue tangling languidly with his.

one of your hands moves from the back of his neck to his chest, gliding down. you gently take his dick into your hand. he gasps and lets out a choked moan against you at the contact.

fuck, he’s already leaking. you swipe your thumb against his slit, and he shudders. you spread the precum over his cock, running your hand up and down slowly.

he has to pull away to gasp. his head falls back against your shoulder. you smile, hand moving faster.

he’s already fucking dripping all over your hand, which isn’t all that surprising, it has been three months. hell, you think you can feel your wetness on your inner thighs.

his hips are twitching already, and he’s whimpering into your neck, and.. is he drooling?

“fuck.. oh fuck, baby… that’s it, that’s..” he’s cut off by his own gasp as you speed up, and it’s so wet that you can hear the squelching over the sound of the shower.

“oh my fuhhhck… ‘m gonna cum, gonnacum gonna..” he cries, hips bucking into your grip. his whines are growing more frequent and loud.

he’s whispering something, and you listen closely, “make me cum, make me cum… i need it, needitneed…”

you go even faster, kissing his hair. “cum ‘fr me, baby..”

his breath seems to be lost, he’s gasping and hiccuping. then, with one final moan, he’s releasing white ropes onto your stomach and hand.

you stroke him through it, whispering sweet praises into his ear. you take your hand off of him once he whines out of overstimulation, and his spend easily washes off since you’re in the shower.

you kiss him delicately on his cheek when he pulls away from your neck, staring at you lovingly. “you did so well, you’re so good..”

you think that’s the end of it. you’ll wash his hair, help him change, and cuddle him to sleep. then it’ll go back to how it’s been for months in the morning.

you move to reach behind you for the shampoo, but he takes your wrist and holds it between his hands.

he’s looking at you so intensely that you almost want to shy away from his gaze. but you don’t.

he licks his lips, and you resist the urge to stare.

“what, you think we’re done?”

god, it’s just all so slippery.

the way your back is sliding against the tile wall, the wet sound of leon’s hips slapping against your ass, your legs gliding along his waist, the feeling of both of your saliva-coated lips moving against each other.

leon is fucking dumb, non-stop whining and whimpering against you as he desperately ruts up into you. the feeling of your soaked pussy clenching around him made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

you both had already came twice together, his cum was still oozing out of your pussy.

leon pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. your foreheads press together, and he’s practically slobbering all over you. his speech is slurring together. “baby.. oh my god, fuck… this feels so.. so..”

you let out a moan, your head leaning back against the wall, “fuckk, i know.” you already feel your third peak rapidly approaching.

his tip is repeatedly nudging that spot over and over and over and it’s almost too much, your breathing is uneven and heavy.

he drops his head back into your neck, and if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you’d probably laugh at how it’s practically his new home.

his hot breath is hitting your shoulder, needy moans spilling repeatedly from his mouth.

“leon,” you gasped out, needing to look into those pretty eyes when you cum. “leon, honey, look at me.”

he shakes his head frantically, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his pace growing faster.

“look at me, please.” you repeat, your climax is right there, you need this.

“can’t,” he panted, his hands that are on the back of your thighs grip harder, bruises surely forming. “can’t or i’ll cum. wan’ this to last…”

“baby, ‘s okay, we can— fuck, we can go again.”

he whimpers at your words, licking sloppily at your neck. “ohhh my fuck.. ‘m gonna cum againn.. gonna— gonna fill you up.”

“please,” you whined, desperation to be filled rolling over you like a tidal wave. “cum, baby, ‘s alright.”

he’s muttering something incoherent, completely pussydrunk. your words are making his cock twitch relentlessly inside you.

your hand reaches into his hair and you pull it, smashing your lips against his.

he lets out the fucking sluttiest moan you’ve heard from him yet, and his hips still and you feel that familiar, welcome warmth fill you. his tongue is rolling with yours lewdly.

his hips weakly buck up, fucking his cum into you. after a few moments of catching your breaths, he reluctantly pulls out. you shakily put your legs back onto the shower floor, holding tightly onto his shoulders for support.

he watches his cum droop from your pussy with fascination, and uses two fingers to push it back inside. he swallows harshly.

your head rolls back, exhaustion taking hold of your limbs.

leon gets the hint, and this time, it’s him helping you out of the shower and change.

once you’re all settled in bed, you’re more than ready to go straight to sleep. until you feel a brush against your spent cunt.

your eyes flicker to leon, who’s just watching his hand that’s cupping your pussy through your pyjama shorts.

you furrow your brows at him in confusion, and he just lifts the blanket and gets eye-level with your clothed core.

“what’re you doing?” you ask tiredly, despite already growing horny again.

“well, you didn’t cum that last time, hm?” he murmured, taking the waistband of your shorts and fresh panties, beginning to pull them down. his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

you smile, letting your head roll back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, letting your legs spread wider.

btw i’ve decided michael afton wears glasses. he doesn’t like wearing them. in fact, he’s self-conscious about it. and he only wears them occasionally to work and when he’s alone with you!

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the clock on the wall ticks past 2:45 am when you hear the faint sound of the door creaking open. michael’s home. you don’t need to ask how work went; the tired shuffle of his boots is enough to tell you it’s been a long night.

you’re sitting on the couch, a worn-out book in your hands that you’ve probably read a hundred times already. the house is quiet, save for the distant hum of a fan, and the way the dim light from the hallway filters into the living room. the air feels heavy. when michael steps into the room, you can tell he’s exhausted. his hair is messier than usual, his shoulders a little more slumped, but what catches your attention immediately is the pair of glasses perched on his nose. the same glasses he rarely wears outside of when it’s just the two of you. he looks... a little too good in them. "hey," you say, glancing over the top of your book. “haven't seen those in a while.”

he gives you an unreadable look, but you can see the subtle awkwardness in the way he gently pushes them up his nose, like he's trying to make them disappear. "yeah, well, i don’t really like them," he mutters.

you raise an eyebrow, setting the book down in your lap, "they're cute."

he doesn't respond. crossing the room, sinking heavily down onto the couch next to you. you can smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and sanitizer on him, his technician’s outfit looking a bit rumpled. he keeps his gaze fixed on the carpet, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. “long night?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. he sighs heavily, slouching back against the couch. he rubs at his face with one had, glasses pushed up onto his forehead. “the longest,” he mumbles.

you hum sympathetically. he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze flicking over your face. "how was your day?" he asks, though his words are more of a formality than a genuine question. you know the day doesn’t really matter to him, but you tell him anyway. about work, about the book you’re reading, the mundane errands you ran, whatever pops into your mind. michael sits there quietly, just listening. he’s been so tired lately; it’s been weighing down on him heavily. “you doing ok?” you ask abruptly but gently, after a long pause. he gives a noncommittal shrug, still looking at the ground. “m’fine,” he mutters, though he’s anything but. you study him closely, and you can see that the bags under his eyes are more prominent than usual. his shoulders are tensed. you set your book on the coffee table, shifting your body and kissing his cheek.

michael leans a little into the touch. the tension on his expression eases just a little, though there's still a frown on his face. he glances at you. “that all i get for coming home so late?” he says, his voice teasing. you laugh breathily, almost like a sigh. kissing the corner of his mouth. he can’t help but crack a small smile as you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, the action so familiar to him. he lifts a hand, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. “missed you,” he murmurs, the words slipping out before he can stop them. "mm. missed you." you kiss him in a slow way, a lingering press, more comfort than passion. he lets out a soft sigh as your lips meet his, he kisses you back, gently and unhurried, as if the world outside the walls of your home didn’t exist. he tastes faintly of nicotine. he deepens the kiss, his mouth moving against yours in a familiar rhythm.

he shifts on the couch, angling his body towards yours, and pulls you closer. he kisses you a little harder this time, his hands skimming over your hip. he’s always been affectionate when he’s tired, and the exhaustion from his shift just makes him all the more needy. he breaks off the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. he’s so close that you can see the tiny freckles across his nose, the tired bags under his eyes. “stay with me,” he murmurs against your lips, hands finding their familiar place on your waist. his thumb rubs idle circles on your body. he sounds tired. “i don’t want to be alone right now.” you pull away slightly, your thumb tracing his cheekbone as you study him closely. he can’t bring himself to meet your gaze, eyes averted, and you can tell there’s something weighing on his mind he’s not telling you.

(okay this is a sidenote but omg imagine the SL ending when mike opens his eyes and he has glasses on...... like he just got scooped but i #needthat....... i think i'm ovulating.)

going on a date with bucky barnes and it all goes so nicely, so sweetly, so smoothly. you both had so much fun, chemistry and a good time. he's charming, witty and he keeps flirting and complimenting you at every chance he gets. he held your hand all night long, neither of you even noticed it, it just happened naturally, your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling and both of your hearts are at ease.. that's until the date comes to an end, it's time to pay and you ask him if he wants to go 50/50.

that would be the first time he lets go of your hand that night, it's unintentional just happened out of pure shock. "50... what.." the confusion on his face, you'd think he's an alien seeing earth the first time.

"you know.. 50/50.. we'll split the bill between us"

"split the bill?" he asks and you just nod, he'd blink at you, "50/50.. splitting the bill.. what is this about, i asked you on a date"

now it's your turn to be the alien seeing earth for the first time, "we are on a date, bucky. this is a date"

"no, it's not a date."

"it is a date"

"you're asking me to split the bill, this is not a date"

"oh my god sam was right, you can be such a drama queen." you laugh, he just stares at you, blankly. "it might've been a while since the last time you went on a date so let me break it down for you.. these days, people who go on dates split the bill, they go 50/50" you shrug, "it's normal"

"it's normal? you've done it before?"

you nod, "every date i've been on has been 50/50 yeah"

bucky nearly flips the table. bucky who spent all of his three dollars in the 1940's trying to win a teddybear for a girl he had a crush on, bucky who used to save up most of his income in an old shoe box underneath his bed so he can take his girl to a nice diner, bucky who went to the florist to get you a bouquet of roses and didn't even ask for the price just handed his credit card because to him your smile is priceless, bucky is about to have a stroke.

"you've never been on a date" he says, face still blank.

"yes i have"

"no you haven't. this is your first date." he says, "i'm your first time." he smirks and you blush at the possible implication. "50/50.." he scoffs under his breath, "what else are you gonna tell me next? i should walk on the inside of the sidewalk? keep my jacket on when you're cold? sleep further from the door? not open doors for you? jesus sweetheart what has the world come to?"

you hide your smile, you love it when he rambles like that, he's so calm yet so offended all at once somehow, it's funny and endearing. "what's wrong with walking on the inside of the sidewalk?" you joke and he rolls his eyes making you laugh, "so.. no 50/50? are you sure?" you ask one last time, hands on your purse on your lap.

he keeps his eyes on you as he pays the bill, glaring playfully, gets up and pulls out your chair before putting his black leather jacket on your shoulders, "no doll," he offers you his hand which you quickly hold, intertwining your fingers with his, and opens the door with his metal hand, "no 50/50."