William Afton X Reader Novels & Stories

He's supposed to be smarter than that! For a few suffering moments, Alastor felt honestly stupid then ridiculously guilty when he recalled how bad he had thought about VVV, W.V. William whatever the kid’s real name is–the mercenary was his mate's brother and Alastor had planned on clawing William's eyes out. No matter, at least Alastor helped them deal with... Aw, fuck. William didn't like me for Winters, even after he found out I was her mate; had screamed at me to get the fuck away–

She was making it pretty damn difficult for him to keep his cool. “Not exactly. Have you seen the news today?” He asked her, and she shook his her head. Whipping out his phone and searching for the headlines, he showed it to her. Her brows furrowed as her eyes skimmed through the article, and saw the censored picture of the dead man. “So someone’s dead? Is it something serious?” She asked, not knowing what he expected her to feel. “He was a werewolf, Anna,” William bit out. “And whoever killed him was a Hunter, no doubt.”

It’s amazing. William gets on the bed on his knees and pulls me so that I sit on top of him, and without waiting for it, he shoves his huge and exquisite cock into me in a single movement, making me scream with pleasure. I hold on to his shoulders and bury my claws in him. William moans as he bites my neck as a sign for me to submit. I leave him do it. His attacks are beastly. William is extremely passionate, making me enjoy myself differently than Peter and Parker. He speeds up and stops, leaving me thirsty for pleasure. I feel like my orgasm is already closed.

I asked shakily, noticing how his hands moved up my nape and then he grabbed my hair, making me hiss in pleasure. “You. Just you. I don't want anything but you.” He whispered as he slid his other hand into my shirt and I let out a shaky breath. “Let me go, Mr Michael.” “Do you really want me to let you go?” He continued, flicking his thumb over my nipples and my body jerked in pleasure. “I have to go…” I whimpered as his hand snaked down into my pants and I unconsciously thrusted into his hand. Don't be too easy, William! Resist him!

“He sat at my table. Slept under my roof. And I protected him with my magic while he smiled and played along like a fucking shadow ghost.” “He’s a shifter,” Ash said, voice low. “One of the rare ones. Can bend his aura, even mimic light magic if he needs to. But William... somehow, William saw right through it.” I stood slowly, magic crackling across my skin. “Because William’s more than what we thought. He doesn’t just feel energy, he reads souls. That’s why he couldn’t stand Alex near Trisha. He wasn’t just suspicious, Ash. He knew.” "So when can I kill him and stop telling me to calm down?" I warned him and he just chuckled.

Mia's eyes widened as she turned to Afton, her eyes filled with disbelief. Afton's face went pale as he stammered, trying to make up an explanation. "Mia, that recording is fake! I just wanted to see whether Ryan had treated the wrong patient. He's just a charlatan, after all, and I was worried he would make a mistake and hurt the old woman… How could I ever hurt anyone? You know me! I'm someone who feels bad when I see an injured cat." Mia's heart softened again, and she looked at Vivian. "Did you hear that? Afton meant well..."

He let his gaze travel openly over Fitz, allowing every bit of his natural beauty to do the work, tilting his head just so, letting the dim light catch on his lashes and the soft glow of his grey-white eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” Fitz rasped. His voice was rough. “Leave. Or I won’t be able to hold back.” William didn’t leave. He locked the door with a quiet click, then walked forward. His own arousal was already obvious, straining against the fabric of his pants. He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at the hybrid who had once been his jailer and was now something far more complicated. “Let me help you,” William said softly. “I’m not doing this to repay anything. I’m doin

When I returned to the bedroom, I was shocked to find Ashton sprawled out on the bed flipping through a paperback book. Oh, sh*t, that wasn’t just any paperback book. That was one of my guilty pleasures, trashy romance novels. And to make it worse, I was only wearing a towel — again. Ashton looked up from the book, and I watched as his pupils expanded at the sight of me standing in nothing but a towel. “Damn Lizzy, this could be a scene out of one of your beloved smutty novels like this one here. I can’t believe you are still reading these. This one looks like it’s been read a million times. It must be a favorite.”

Letisha Hearst Carter “Woah, your hands are too cold, are you that nervous to meet us?” Jade asked when she shook hands with him. “No, I always have this cold temperature my family was always worried about,” William explained. I took a sip from my carbonated drink. I heard his name a while ago was William Brix Chellvan, his name sounded like a murderer. But he is a murderer, I bet he killed too many humans just to drink their blood. I still can’t believe that supernatural creatures exist and they just blend into the human world.

asks Greco. William, on the other hand, remained roughly in his place due to the might of the man in front of him. His expression was so solemn that anyone who saw him would assume he was not someone to mess with. He resembled Lawrence a lot, but Greco appeared to be a very respected werewolf—a true alpha. William thought it wasn't safe to reject Greco, and he was afraid to, so he went to Greco's house with him. He also has a lot of questions and confirmations that need to be answered.