𐔌 ᩙ 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𑁯 ྀི°ᡣ𐭩 ⸼ ࣪ ׅ
෬ᩍഒ william afton x reader
.✦ ݁˖ㅤ۫cre art : @crueltygames on tumblr (TY for blessing your william and fem william contents i am so obsessed with them sm they're very dear to me (even if they're unapologetic murderer oops) !! 🙏)
.✦ ݁˖ㅤ۫cw : none / fluff / domestic fluff / no use of y/n for reader insert / gender neutral for the reader / slice of life (ig) / william being a little tease and jerk / relationship depends on the reader interpret
.✦ ݁˖ㅤ۫summary : you're living a quiet domestic life with william. sometimes, it can be a chaos.
₊Იੵׅᰍ author's note : my second of the oneshot now heheh i have sm draft currently rn and i'll try to finish them. don't judge me pls 😞 i do crave more fluff of william, i just wanted to hug the man who is my terribly obsession comfort ever since the FNAF 2 and sister location. this is my another indulgence again. *sob sob* also i'll post on ao3 later soon.
the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the master bedroom, casting silvery ribbons across the duvet. for a long time, the silence of the afton household was absolute, save for the lilting, distant ticking of a grandfather clock downstairs.
you drifted in that hazy, liminal space between dreams and consciousness, lulled by the warmth of the bed. however, a sensation began to creep in a localized heaviness pressing firmly against your hip and waist. it was dense and warm, an unmistakable weight that felt entirely too intentional to be a stray pillow.
oh no, not THIS— panic flickered in your chest; your breath hitched as your mind raced toward the supernatural, wondering if some unseen entity had decided to settle upon your chest in the dead of night.
struggling against the perceived lethargy of sleep, you gripped the edge of the heavy comforter and peeled it back just enough to peer beneath the fabric. your heart gave a frantic thump, but it quickly settled into a confused flutter.
there was no demon. instead, tangled within the sheets, lay william.
the usually poised, impeccably dressed man was a mess of soft edges. his dark hair was mussed against the pillow, and his breathing was deep and steady. most striking was the way he had anchored himself to you; his muscular arms were wound tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his frame as if terrified you might evaporate if he loosened his grip. he looked remarkably human in the dim light stripped of his theatricality and sharp, calculating gaze, replaced by a quiet, vulnerable stillness. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your waist, a subconscious, rabbit like habit of claiming his territory even in the depths of slumber.
a surge of mild frustration bubbled up in your chest, momentarily eclipsing the initial fear. while the sight was endearing in theory, the practical reality of being pinned by a grown man in the middle of the night made it difficult to find comfortable footing.
reaching blindly beside you, your fingers curled around the plump corner of a spare pillow. with a huff of exasperated breath, you swung it, landing a muffled thud squarely against his shoulder. that impact was enough to jar him from the depths of his dream. william let out a startled, disoriented "Hm?!", the sound vibrating lowly in his throat. his eyelashes fluttered rapidly against his pale skin as he blinked, his eyes unfocused and clouded with the haze of sudden awakening.
as the fog cleared, he didn't scramble backward in embarrassment or offer a sheepish apology. so instead, he merely tightened his hold on your waist instinctively, blinking slowly at you as if you were the one behaving irrationally. he looked utterly unbothered, his expression settling into a drowsy, calm sort of confusion.
to him, he hadn't committed a transgression; he had simply found his anchor in the dark.
a soft, sleepy chuckle escaped him, a rare, airy sound that lacked his usual practiced polish. he leaned his forehead against your side, his nose brushing the fabric of your sleepwear in a silent, tactile nuzzle. "too much noise for such a lovely dream, darling." he murmured, voice thick and velvety with sleep, sounding more like a contented creature than a man who had just been assaulted by bedding. he seemed perfectly content to ignore the pillow altogether, waiting instead for you to sink back into the warmth he provided.
your irritation peaked at his nonchalance. rather than accepting his drowsy excuse, you reached out, planting both hands on his cheeks. you squeezed firmly, intending to pinch his skin and force a more apologetic response, effectively trying to mush his handsome features into a comical pout. under your palms, his skin was impossibly soft and cool, the structure of his high cheekbones resisting the pressure of your fingers.
yet, despite the indignity of having his face squished like a plush toy, william remained infuriatingly stubborn. he didn't recoil or protest the loss of his dignified silhouette. instead, he leaned into the squeeze, tilting his head just enough to deepen the contact. he met your gaze with those heavy lidded, silver gray eyes, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and profound laziness.
"are we attempting to reshape me, then?" he rumbled, the vibration of his voice traveling directly into your fingertips. even with his mouth slightly distorted by your grip, he managed to maintain a trace of that effortless, smug charm.
instead of yielding to your strength, he used the momentum to shift upward, sliding his face from your grasping hands to the palm of your hand itself. he pressed a slow, lingering nuzzle against your skin, his nose grazing your lifeline as if dismissing your attempt at discipline. he was a man accustomed to directing the flow of any interaction, and even in his most vulnerable state, he refused to let you win the tug of war. he simply waited, his warmth radiating against you, silently daring you to actually push him away.
if he intended to use his charms to pacify you, he had underestimated your resolve.
seeing as he was determined to remain an immovable object, you decided that if he wouldn't yield to politeness, he would succumb to pure, unadulterated annoyance.
since he loved to nestle his face against you like a territorial creature, you took advantage of his proximity.
while he was drifting back toward the precipice of sleep, his breathing slowing once more, you began a systematic campaign of micro disturbances. you started by tracing the tip of your fingernail in slow, agonizing circles right against the sensitive shell of his ear. then, as he let out a soft, warning huff of breath, you shifted tactics. using the toe of your foot under the covers, you began to rhythmically, lightly poke his calf a repetitive, staccato motion intentionally to prevent him from finding that precious, deep rhythm again.
every time he let out a groan of protest, murmuring something incoherent about "peace" or "rest" you doubled down. you leaned over and blew a single, sharp puff of air directly onto the nape of his neck, knowing full well how much he prided himself on his impeccable poise.
finally, you went for the ultimate provocation. you grabbed a handful of his beautifully tousled hair those dark, silken locks he spent so much time perfecting and gave it a tiny, playful tug.
"bunny..." he groaned, his voice dropping into a raspy, dangerously low register. one eye cracked open, glaring at you through the gloom with a look of mock betrayal. he looked less like a suave gentleman and more like a disgruntled, sleepy rabbit whose nap had been rudely interrupted. "do you intend to keep me awake until dawn, or is there a specific reason you are treating me like a particularly troublesome toy?"
before you could prepare your next assault, his large, dexterous hands abandoned their passive embrace of your waist.
suddenly, his long fingers became blurs of movement, diving straight for the most sensitive dip of your waist and the soft expanse of your tummy. he knew exactly where you were most vulnerable, his touch alternating between rapid, fluttering strokes and firm, digging prods.
you let out a strangled yelp, your entire body jolting in a violent, instinctive arch. you practically jumped off the mattress, your back curving sharply as laughter erupted from your lungs in breathless, uncontrolled bursts.
"WILLIAM! STOPP—!" you gasped, twisting frantically to escape his relentless onslaught, but he was a master of positioning. he used his weight to pin you partially, ensuring his fingers could continue their devastating dance across your ribs and hips.
undeterred by the momentary defeat, however, you scrambled to reclaim some semblance of control. fueled by a cocktail of giggles and indignation, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck to weigh him down. you attempted to use your knees to nudge him aside, pinning his wrists against the pillows in a desperate bid to neutralize his weapons. it turned into a chaotic, tangled wrestle of limbs and silk sheets, a flurry of whispered protests and triumphant snickers amidst the darkness of the room.
eventually, the frenzied wrestling slowed, leaving you both panting and thoroughly exhausted. the petty fight ended in a stalemate of tangles; you collapsed back onto the plush mattress, your chest heaving as the last echoes of laughter faded into the quiet of the room.
beside you, william fell with equal heaviness, his limbs sprawling outward as he let out a long, dramatic sigh of surrender.
for a few minutes, a playful sulk hung in the air between you. you turned your back to him, pulling the duvet up to your chin in a silent declaration of victory, though your racing heart betrayed how much fun you'd actually had. william, meanwhile, stared up at the ceiling, his hair a magnificent disaster and his chest rising and falling in sync with yours.
he looked genuinely offended, his lip jutting out in a way that was far too endearing for a man of his reputation.
then, the silence broke. you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his side, gravitating back toward you like a moon orbiting a planet. he didn't say anything at first—he simply draped a heavy, warm arm over your waistand pulled you back toward him, closing the gap you had so defiantly created. he nudged your shoulder with his nose, a soft, tentative gesture of peace offering. "must you be so incredibly difficult huh, darling?" he murmured, though the bite was entirely absent from his tone, replaced by a tender, sleepy rasp.
turning back to face him, you found his gaze already fixed on you, his silver gray eyes softened by the shadows and a newfound gentleness. the silliness of the skirmish dissolved into something much warmer.
you reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, smoothing away the traces of your previous "attack".
william responded by capturing your hand, pressing a lingering, fervent kiss to your knuckles before pulling you fully into his embrace. he hovered there for a moment, his breath warm against your lips, before finally closing the distance. the kiss was slow and tasted of shared secrets and late night comfort a soft, grounding connection that tethered you both to the present.
as he eventually drew back, he didn't let go. instead, he tucked your head securely under his chin, his legs intertwining with yours beneath the heavy blankets. he held you with a protective, singular focus, his heartbeat a steady drum against your ear.
within minutes, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest signaled that he had finally surrendered to sleep, dragging you peacefully down into the quiet dark with him.
later, as the moonlight filtered through the curtains in pale, dusty streaks, a peaceful stillness settled over the room. william was nearly asleep again, his body heavy and relaxed against yours, his breathing quiet deep and melodic. can't hold the urge by a sudden impulse of affection, you lifted your hand from his waist and began to thread your fingers through the dark, silky strands of his hair. you moved with extreme caution, stroking from his forehead back toward the nape of his neck in slow, soothing motions. you expected him to murmur a sleepy thanks or perhaps shift slightly to accommodate you, but the reaction was far more unexpected.
underneath your touch, a peculiar sound vibrated through his chest. it wasn't a human hum, nor was it a vocalization born of speech. it was a— low, rhythmic thrumming a soft, trilling vibration that resonated deep within his throat. it sounded remarkably like a cat’s purr, or perhaps the contented, chattering nuzzle of a rabbit settling into a warm burrow — a sound he would surely deny ever making if he were fully conscious.
feeling the sheer vulnerability of the moment, you continued the massage, your fingertips kneading the scalp he so meticulously cared for. each time your nails grazed his skin, the little trill intensified, growing slightly louder and more frequent.
william didn't wake; but, he seemed to melt further into the mattress, his head tilting instinctively into your palm to seek out more of the sensation.
he was no longer the commanding mr. afton or the flamboyant springbonnie; he was simply yours, making the very most honest noises he was capable of producing.
how it's oddly silly yet can be adorable at the same time.
Beep. Beep. Beep beep beep beep!
that relentless, high pitched shrieking sliced through the silence of the room like a dull knife, vibrating right through the mattress and into your skull. it is morning already?
"william... please..." you groaned into the pillow, the sound muffled by the heavy duvet as the morning sun began to bleed through the cracks in the curtains. you hadn't even opened your eyes yet, but the sudden, violent SLAM of the bedroom door had already jolted your heart rate upward.
"DADDY! DADDY, WAKE UP!" elizabeth’s voice pierced through the quiet of the house like a drill. you felt the mattress shake as she threw herself against the doorframe, her footsteps thudding rhythmically as she bounced on her heels. "the toaster is making the funny noises again! and michael's being a jerk!"
beside you, william let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a growl. he didn't move to get up, instead burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you as if trying to shield you from the noise. "mm... elizabeth, darling... go play with your dolls..." he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and irritation.
"but—BUT daddy!" she insisted, her voice getting louder. "michael said he's not gonna help me with my drawings!"
you squinted one eye open, the light stinging your vision. through the crack in the door, you could see two small figures hovering in the hallway. michael was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking bored and slightly annoyed, while evan stood behind him, clutching a stuffed bear and peering timidly into the room.
"she's being loud again," michael muttered, though he made no move to actually stop her.
"it's not my fault!" elizabeth snapped back, her voice rising in pitch. "he's just being mean!"
william finally lifted his head from your shoulder, his hair a chaotic mess and his eyes narrowed at the door. he looked utterly disheveled, his usual composure completely gone. "children." he said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone he used when he was truly losing his patience. "out. now."
"out." he repeated, sharper this time.
you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands as you sat up slightly, the sheets slipping down your chest. "god, it's too early for this," you muttered, your voice raspy with sleep. "elizabeth, please... go away."
william reached out, his fingers catching yours and squeezing gently as if to ground you, though his eyes remained fixed on the door. "go on then," he urged the children, his tone dripping with a forced patience that was clearly wearing thin. "go find something else to bother. your father is busy."
michael rolled his eyes, grabbing elizabeth by the shoulder to drag her away. "come on, lizzy. he's just being dramatic again."
"i'm NOT being dramatic," william called after them, his voice regaining some of its usual theatricality despite the sleep deprivation. "i AM being reasonable!"
as the footsteps faded down the hallway, he slumped back against the headboard with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. he looked over at you, his expression softening instantly. "i swear..." he whispered, "one of these days i'm going to put a lock on that door. a very, very sturdy lock."
he leaned in, pressing a quick, apologetic kiss to your temple. "my my forgive me, my love. i'll make it up to you later."
"you're not going to just leave them to fight, are you?" you murmured against his shoulder, still thick with sleep as you traced idle patterns over his arm. "elizabeth's going to end up throwing something, and.. michael's just going to stand there and watch her do it."
william let out a dry, amused huff, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer.
"oh, i'm sure they'll manage. they're quite— capable of chaos without my direct supervision." he leaned down, pressing his nose against your cheek with a soft, rabbit like nudge. "besides, i have much better things to do with my time today."
"like what?" you teased, tilting your head back to look at him.
"like this," he murmured, capturing your lips in a slow, lazy kiss that tasted faintly of the coffee he hadn't had yet. his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he settled back into the pillows. "or perhaps..." he trailed off, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip through the sheets. "we could go down there in a few minutes. i could... distract them."
you chuckled, the sound vibrating against his chest. "you mean you'll perform some magic trick to get them out of your hair?"
"precisely," he smirked, his eyes glinting with that familiar, mischievous spark. "a well timed coin vanish or a disappearing act always works wonders on children. they're so easily mesmerized." he paused, his expression softening as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "but only after you've had your breakfast. and perhaps another hour of this."
"just an hour?" you raised an eyebrow.
"maybe two," he admitted, his voice dropping to a low, velvet purr as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. "if you're good."
the muffled sounds of michael and elizabeth arguing drifted up from downstairs the unmistakable crash of something plastic hitting the floor followed by elizabeth's indignant gasp. william groaned into your skin, his grip tightening possessively.
"see?" he muttered against your collarbone. "they're already at it. i'll go down in a moment, darling. i promise." he pulled back just enough to capture your lips again, this time with more purpose, his tongue tracing your bottom lip in a slow, deliberate caress. "but first..."
his hand slid lower, his fingers splaying across your hip as he pulled you firmly against him, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
"let's see how much trouble we can get into before they realize we've abandoned them."
"william! honestly!" you gasped, a warm flush creeping up your neck and staining your cheeks a bright, dusty rose. you pressed your palms against his chest, pushing him back with just a fraction of the strength you actually possessed a half hearted, mock protest that did nothing to stop the heat radiating from him. "you're absolutely shameless. the children are right downstairs!"
"let them wonder," he chuckled, the sound low and vibrating against your skin. he didn't budge an inch, instead leaning into your touch as if your hands were meant to be there, caressing him rather than pushing him away.
"they're far too preoccupied with their own little dramas to notice their father being a man of... refined tastes."
"refined tastes? is that what we're calling it now?" you rolled your eyes, though you couldn't quite hide the small, lopsided smile tugging at your lips. you tried to pull a sulky expression, narrowing your eyes at him in a way that was meant to be intimidating but felt entirely too soft. "you're just being a menace. a silly and annoying menace."
"but i'm your menace, aren't i?" he countered, his voice dropping to that intimate, velvety register that always made your heart skip a beat. he caught one of your hands, bringing it to his lips to press a lingering, worshipful kiss to your palm.
his eyes searched yours, filled with a quiet, intense adoration that always made you feel like the only person in his entire, chaotic world.
you let out a huff of feigned exasperation, finally letting your hand slide from his chest to rest against his cheek.
"yes, yes. of course you are."
the house settled into a momentary lull, the distant sounds of the kids' bickering fading into the background as the morning light grew warmer, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. for a long beat silence hourly, neither of you spoke, simply existing in the comfortable, heavy warmth of each other's presence. it was a rare, stolen pocket of peace in a life that was usually so loud and demanding.
"stay like this a little longer..." william whispered, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "just a little longer, before the world demands we be 'responsible' adults again."
you agreed, leaning forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, letting the domestic quiet wrap around you both like a second blanket.
eventually, the pull of reality and the distant, a loud thump thump of elizabeth jumping on a sofa downstairs forced you both out of the warmth of the bed. you moved through the house like two ghosts, navigating the quiet hallways until you reached the master bathroom.
standing side by side in front of the vanity mirror, the reality of your morning hit you both. william, usually the man of impeccable grooming, looked utterly wrecked. his dark hair was standing up in jagged, static filled tufts, sticking up at odd angles as also his silk pajama shirt was half tucked and wrinkled. you weren't much better; your hair was a tangled nest, and your eyes were slightly puffed from sleep and there was a faint, telltale smudge of something on your jawline. splashing cool water onto your face felt like a much needed jolt to the system, though the sensation was doubled as william leaned over the sink beside you.
william caught your gaze in the reflection and let out a soft, huffed laugh. "good heavens," he murmured, reaching up to try and smooth a particularly stubborn lock of hair, only to make it stick out even more. "we look like we’ve been caught in a disaster. or perhaps a very disorganized rabbit burrow."
"oh, hush," you giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder as you squeezed a dollop of toothpaste onto your brushes. "you're the one who wouldn't let me go."
he smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he began to brush, his movements surprisingly methodical even in his disheveled state.
"a valid excuse, wouldn't you say?" he murmured, his voice still raspy from sleep. "..hardly the image of the respectable mr. afton."
"hardly," you teased, wiping a stray bit of foam from the corner of your mouth. "you look like you've been through a whirlwind."
"a very pleasant whirlwind." he corrected with a wink, finally smoothing his hair back with a vain, albeit messy, swipe of his fingers.
you both stood there in a comfortable, domestic silence, the only sound the rhythmic scrubbing of bristles and the occasional soft chuckle when one of you caught sight of the other's ridiculous reflection.
once you had both managed to look somewhat human william having spent a few extra minutes with a comb to tame. still possessed a certain 'just woken up' glow that he refused to fully iron out you made your way down the stairs.
william paused on the landing, his brow furrowing as a thin, grey ribbon of smoke began to curl lazily from the kitchen doorway. "is that...?"
"the toaster..." you whispered, eyes widening.
he sighed, a long, dramatic sound of a man who had been woken far too early for such theatrics. "elizabeth, you little—..."
descending the stairs, the scene in the living room was pure messy chaotic. the television was blaring a bright, loud cartoon, the colors flashing wildly against the walls. michael was sprawled on the rug, surrounded by a sea of scattered comic books and half eaten cereal, looking remarkably unbothered as he tried to balance a spoon on his nose. evan was tucked into the corner of the sofa, clutching a plush fredbear tightly to his chest, his eyes wide and watery as he watched the smoke drift from the kitchen with silent apprehension.
"it's a FIRE! a kitchen fire!" elizabeth's voice shrieked from the kitchen, followed by the frantic clatter of a metal spatula.
william stepped into the fray, his hand finding the small of your back in a grounding, possessive gesture. "alright, alright! calm yourselves!" he called out, his voice regaining that commanding edge. he looked at the smoke, then at his disheveled children ... and finally at you, a wry, tired smirk playing on his lips. "it seems the 'peaceful' morning we planned has been officially declared a casualty of war."
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