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They should invent a brain that lets you sleep

[allurese]

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[allurese]

too good it should be illegal.

"dearer than i?"

anime: attack on titan

character: reiner braun

summary: an eldian warrior falls for the forbidden enemy, and he knows he would sacrifice anything for you. or, at least he would if he could.

warnings: g/n! reader, second person pov, heavily based off that tiktok trend going around atm (yknow the one), just a quick fic, wanted to try my hand at angst

you're not the first to find out about his secret. and you're definitely not the last. people from inside the walls that you protect, they find out within the week. you don't know how you could've been so blind, so dumb. falling for someone like reiner... falling for someone at all. you were a soldier, for god's sake. not some lovesick fool.

but you sure did feel like one.

how he made you feel like a lovesick fool, and how much you loved it, loved him. you can't wrap your head around it, even as you cry in your sheets and hide all the presents he had given you — soft blankets, a now dried flower from his visit outside the wall — just so you could keep them. you couldn't throw them out, no, that would be barbaric. you... just need them here, for your sake.

he didn't even look at you when you called his name, pleading for him to come back and surrender. you begged him to stay home, to stay with you, and you were faced with the sheer rejection he unwillingly showed you as he escaped. how could you love someone who has left you behind in the remnants of his lies?

you criticise him for being such a beautiful man, who loves you more than either of you could ever love yourselves. but now you know why. because he could never forgive himself for what he was about to do to you, your family, and your home.

you could never forgive him.

which is why you are so utterly confused when you see a note in your room, on your desk, asking you to meet him at your special spot. he signs it with his name, handwriting rough as always and slightly more rushed.

you almost don't believe it's him. why would he write to you now? a long time after he left you. what right did he have?

you want to crumble it all up and throw it out the window, or burn it and let your bedroom go up in flames as well. you want to sell him out. you could bring levi, eren, mikasa or literally anybody else, they could hide in the shadows and strike when you have him at his most vulnerable.

it would be poetically miserable, an untimely ending. revenge tasted sweet on your tongue.

but you held it. your heart had it in a headlock, and it forced you to keep that note a secret, and it pushed your legs up that mountain, trekking through the heavy greenery. it made you look back at the talk blonde, with such broad shoulders that you had hugged so tightly your heartbeat could mould into his.

he is tired, he is sad when he sees you. he almost wishes you hadn't come. because he can see how tired you've become over the three years he left you here. you stare back at him, but you don't look mad or upset. you simply soak in the sight of him.

he will never forget the blood that seeped through your uniform, how even after he had caused your injury, you still chased after him with your gear when your horse was killed amongst the thrown rubble.

your hair is the same, you must've been maintaining it. you need to keep up appearances; the soldiers that were put under your command look up to you, they need to know how strong you are. and reiner can see that.

but you have a scar across your collarbone. namely, the place where debris of the village had hit you when he and his fellow warriors made their escape. he remembers watching you fall under the crumbled stone and wood. your yell of pain as you threw your head back, and he could see metal protruding from your upper shoulder, cutting quite roughly through the top of your trapezius, deep enough to leave the bumpy scar between your neck and shoulders.

bruises covered your body, and you have a bandage around your hand. you've always been a hard worker. and you'll beat yourself to death if it meant to get over him.

yet here you are...

what happened?

"you came." reiner says, voice low and just above the sound of the wind. it's midnight, just after, and he watches you in your shirt and your thick jacket covering your shoulders. he can't muster up a smile.

and neither can you. the note crunches in your fist. he watches. your voice comes out louder than his, just barely. "you called."

devoid of any true emotion.

he stands just four feet away from you, and if he shuffled he could engulf you in his arms. but he doesn't deserve it.

"why are you here?" you ask, suddenly in control of the conversation.

"i wanted to see you."

"why?"

"did you not want to see me?" when you don't answer, he fills the silence. "i missed you."

"do you, now?" a sense of doubt lingers in your tone. reiner nods carefully. "do you regret leaving?"

"i don't know." he says, rubbing his cheek. he isn't sheepish, he used to rub his cheek when he was nervous or he was flustered by you. you used to find it endearing, now you find it infuriating. you want to cut off his hand. "i don't know."

he repeats himself like a broken record and you step forward, your stance confident as you let the the cold air of the cliff push your hood off of your head. "would you have stayed if... if i did something?" you ask, brows upturned in desperation, "what could i have done to prevent you from leaving? what made you... stay with me in the first place?"

"i didn't want to fall in love with you, y/n, i promise that what we had was never planned. i didn't want it when we began." his words should hurt you even more, add fuel to the fire, but you find yourself momentarily thankful. "i stayed that long because i loved you more than my purpose. i loved you so much that i would disregard what i was meant to be doing. i just wanted to love you and have you. i wanted nothing more."

you won't cry for him. you won't shed one single tear for this dunce. not with how he stared at you when you were enrolled, not with how he kissed you out of nowhere when celebrating your graduation, not with how he made you feel like he would never leave you. no, you won't cry for him now.

he cries. he has tears running down his chin, but his tone keep steady. as if he's been practicing. the sight of you makes his heart lump in his throat.

"but... there was nothing you could've done to keep me here, y/n. i'm sorry." he makes you feel like you're not enough anymore. a plaything, a toy for him to drag around while he holidayed within the walls. reiner makes you feek like a fool. "i had to leave. and i couldn't take you with me. you don't belong with the people of my home. they would hurt you."

"more than you did?" you scowl, balled up fists as you glare at him. your heart pounds in your ears and your face feels like it's heating up. reiner's cool facade breaks, and he begins to wipe his tears away. "how could anyone hurt me more than you have?"

reiner speaks through his palms, "i don't know..."

"you never know." your voice is harsh, it's similar to the irritation that those soldiers spit to him when he is home. but the malice in your tone is different. far, far more hurtful. "why do you never know? you don't know any reason to stay, you don't know why you didn't just leave me alons, you don't know why you promised me the world and left with everything i was."

hands grip the edge of his coat. marley's colours litter his person, but nobody would notice. not with how well he had hidden it. but you'll remember the uniform of that bastard who killed your commander, who was playing a game with the lives of all your comrades. and you will never forget how reiner shares that same uniform.

reiner cries more, he watches you take another step forward and his fingers tangle in his jacket. you leave footsteps and leave a pang in his heart.

"i can't believe i fell in love with you! i—i wish i had never met you, reiner! annie was fucking right, i thought she just hated you, but she was just trying to save me!" you shout, anger lacing your throat as you throw the crumbled note into his chest. you're crying. you cry when you're angry. he knows, and he knows how much you wished you weren't crying. it drips onto the dirt. "i... i can't believe you would do this us... why didn't you choose us, reiner? after everything we all did together, you still chose to leave?"

he's going to give you the same answer, and you know it. you wait for him, though. a habit that just refuses to die with your memories of him. reiner holds the end button of his jacket, and he looks back at you with those puppy dog, sad eyes that he would give you when he accidentally made you upset. but you don't fold over this time.

you're in arms length.

reiner misses you the most at night. after a couple years of saying 'goodnight' to each other, holding one another as an excuse to keep warm, kisses of comfort, it's hard to go back to your life before. reiner finds it just as difficult. he waits, and waits, and waits for you to come into his bedroom and kiss him, sneak under his sheets and sleep in with him until an hour before you were to wake. but you never come.

"why didn't you just stay? we would've... you could have stayed." you say, scrambling for that piece of you stil loved him. it wasn't hard to find. you still looked at him the way you used to when you were upset with him, looking for some sort of reasoning. that was hard to find. "why did you do it?"

"i don't know." his voice is even more desperate than before.

when your fist collides with his jaw, sending his head up and his body falling back, reiner swears he's seeing stars. maybe that's because he was, having now been faced to the night sky. but there's no doubt that your punch had knocked his smarts back into play.

you're on top of him in an instant, tears rushing down your face and landing on his chest. you sit atop his hips, yanking on his collar to pull him up at you send another punch.

"i hate you! i can't—!" you begin to angrily call, reeling back to hit him again. you watch his face bloody. but it's not enough. it won't ever amount to the blood that was spilled those days he attacked your home. you will bruise your fists, bleed yourself for your revenge. "we will never forgive you, reiner. i will never forgive you!"

reiner's instincts kick in at your sixth hit, and his hand that was resting on your hip, keeping you in place, now comes up to catch your wrist, stopping your punches.

but you bring your other hand, backhanding him. "you ruined my life! you promised me you'd..." you mutter out, choking on your sobs, "why couldn't you just listen to me? i said you could come home! you didn't have to abandon me!"

your knuckle burns after the second impact, and you go back for a second shot when reiner lifts himself to sit up, making you shift back to sit in between the circle of his legs. your heels under the bump of his hips, you grasp the hand covering your wrist, trying to yank him away.

"y/n—"

"you left me."

"i didn't want to, y/n, i love you." he claims, and you watch as smoke covers the injuries you put upon him moments ago. it heals him.

"then why did you leave?" you gulp, swallowing the tears that were yet to come, "why didn't you choose me?"

he takes in a deep breath. his scruffy facial hair drew wet from his tears. his eyes are dark but brows are upturned as he stares at you. "i would've chosen you."

"but you didn't." you say, tight fists in his hands, "you still chose the home that threw you away..."

he can't explain why he did it. because he doesn't quite know. maybe it's because of how he was brought up, how he was sent so young to take down the enemy. but that isn't good enough.

"you can still come home with me." your voice sounds like as sweet honey, and he sees your gently link your fingers through his. your eyes are still red, but you look at him. that part of you that loves him is pulling through. "you don't have to leave again."

he holds your hand tighter. they've become rougher, callouses cover your palms. he sighs out, "if i go back to marley, then we can't be together." his warm hands catch yours, desiring your touch. he longs for your hold. your heart sinks. "but if i never return, i turn on my family and my country. they're... they mean the most to me..."

"the family who sent you off to war at such a young age to simply dispose of the ridicule they face? the country who forced you to infiltrate my home while you were barely a teenager?" you scowl, standing up and peeling your hands out if his. he drops his hands onto my lap, watching you take a step away from him. "they mean more to you, than i do?"

he takes a deep breath, and lets it out. silence follows, drawing on more and more. he won't answer you.

"you said you'd choose me if you could. you can, right now." you say, staring down st him, "but you aren't, reiner... you... you still won't choose me."

"i'm sorry."

"that's not good enough." you respond, wiping your face, "i'm sorry, but if you don't come back with me, then i'm sending my unit after you."

"stay a little longer. please." he pleads, standing up again.

"i can't." you respond, walking back towards the forest, "listen to me, reiner. come home and i'll make sure we sort everything out." eren wants to kill him. levi wants revenge. mikasa is willing to do anything to protect her family. you could try, though. you glare back at him. "but you'll give me no choice if you go back. i'll make sure to be the one to end you if you continue being our enemy."

reiner drops his shoulders. all the tension fills the air between your gazes. his heart swells at your words, and your hard gaze turning gentle.

"i'm sorry, reiner." you murmur, turning your head and looking at the grass beneath you. the moonlight sets your path home ablaze.

he smiles softly at you. "it's okay. i wouldn't want it to be anybody but you." he tells you, "i still love you."

your eyes train on the floor as your shove your hands in your pocket. a heavy breath leaves you, "i promise i'll spend the last moments of your life with you."

when you leave, reiner feels better. he shouldn't, you rejected him and refused to stay any longer at his side. you said you would send people after him, you'd kill him. but he feels better.

he wonders how long it'll last this time.

[allurese]

"Just A Waitress"

william afton x afab!reader

{not really proofread so i apologise for any mistakes}

Your parents always insisted that you ask for a different shift, but you knew that your boss wouldn't budge. You were almost always assigned the closing shift at Fredbear's Family Diner, and you hated it so much when you started. You were already tired from your busy life as a student during the day, so coming to a diner full of kids, pretty loud music and jackass parents wasn't your typical way of spending your evening.

You just wanted your evenings back to yourself, but he wouldn't give it to you.

Yes, he — meaning that douchebag of a boss of yours, William Afton. You always despised his sadistic grin, sharp jawline and soft eyes. You just knew something bad was lurking behind them. He was always snappy with his other employees. You even heard he called your coworker, Becky, a whore once, but you didn't think it was true. While Mr. Afton was brutal with shifts and piling on the workload, he was still pretty professional in other aspects.

When it cane to you, though, he never really paid you any bother. In fact, he never really talked to you at all. It was his attitude with the others that made you somewhat grateful for that, and what made you stay away from the idea of asking for a shift change. Still, why was he so distant with you compared to the others?

One night, it was pouring outside hard. The tires on your car were almost shot, and you didn't think you could make it back home, and you certainly didn't want to risk trying. You knew you were going to have to ask your parents or at least a friend for a ride home, so you snuck off for a couple minutes to try the phone by the front stage. The front stage is where Mr. Afton and Henry Emily, his best buddy and co-owner of the diner, would perform for the kids.

It was clear that you and Mr. Emily had one major thing in common, you could not stand the night shifts. You always noticed how dead he was performing on stage at night compared to the couple of times you saw him during the day. He's always upbeat and smiling for the children during the daytime, and you felt bad for the little ones who had to see him slink off stage after the big show and not even come back to sing happy birthday to them.

You quickly noticed how the phone by the stage was dead, made not one sound whatsoever, and you knew that you'd have to take the walk of shame to Mr. Afton's office so you could use his.

You swept up some cobwebs in a corner as you built up your courage. Turning around to walk to the office, you noticed these two men sitting at a table, just staring at you. You knew the chubbier one was the father of the birthday boy who was having his party there, and the slinky one next to him was his best bud. You didn't like their dark gazes laying upon you, or how unclean and unkept they were. They stunk of booze and were dirty slobs, you couldn't imagine what the poor kids had to go through with dads like these. However, you didn't want to judge some people you hardly knew, so you headed to Mr. Afton's office.

You knocked softly on the door three times.

"Come on in," his soft, silky accent practically slipped through the door as if it wasn't there. You creaked the door open and were met with a tired Mr. Afton who rested his feet atop his desk.

"Oh.. Hello there," he began in a surprisingly cheery tone, "I don't think I've ever had you in my office before, have I?"

"N-No sir, I-I just came in here to-"

"Woah woah, hold on sweetheart.." Sweetheart? "Take a deep breath. You're talking like I'm about to rip your head off! I'm not gonna bite.." he chuckles and motion you over with his fingers. You step up to his desk and sit in the chair placed in front of it. "You okay?"

You were so taken aback by how gentle he seemed. All this time you thought your boss was some kind of monster, but look how kind he's being to you..

"I'm sorry sir, I just really need to call my parents. See, my car is really old and the tires haven't been replaced in so long and I really don't want to drive in this weather and risk getting stuck or having an accident. Do you mind if I use your phone to call for a ride from my folks?" As you were talking, you noticed how a smile was slowly creeping onto his face, but he dropped it quickly.

"Oh- Why, of course! Do you need me to leave so you can have some privacy?"

"No no, that's okay. I'll be quick."

You weren't able to reach either your parents or your best friend who lived not too far from the diner, so you sighed and put the phone back on the receiver before making your way out of the office.

"Now now, hold on. I didn't hear a peep come out of you, so you weren't able to reach anyone? How are you going to get home?"

You smiled at his curiosity, "I guess everyone's just asleep. I'm sure my car can make it."

"No no no, it's not safe. Are you comfortable if-" he cleared his throat, "If.. If I drove you home?"

You thought for a moment before he chimed in again, "I honestly don't think I can even allow you to say no. It's not safe for you to be driving in this."

"I just don't want to trouble you-"

He got up and walked over to you. You gulped and licked your lips at how much he towered over you. "You, my dear, are no trouble whatsoever. You're a delight and my best employee. I see how good you are to the kids, and it really warms my heart. All these other brats that works here would kick them to the curb. Please, let me do your kind heart a favour."

You blushed at his words, your face felt like it was on fire as you smiled and gladly took his offer, thanking him in advance. He smiled along with you and sent you on your way. "I'll come get you once everything's cleared up and everything."

You headed for a quick bathroom break, smiling to yourself at how your boss was treating you and taking you home later on.

There wasn't too much business that evening because of the rain, so cleanup wasn't too much of a hassle, especially when your boss decides to help you. Once all of the guests had left, he put on a little music while the two of you were left to clean.

You turned around to see him already behind you, holding his hand out. "May I have this dance before we go?"

"O-Oh, Mr. Afton, I-"

"William, darling." He winked at you, almost instantly dropping you to your knees.

"Well, William, I.. I don't know how to dance."

He tilts his head, "Someone like you has never been asked to dance? Well, I'm shocked but honoured to be the first."

He slowly takes your hand and kisses it, holding it once he straightens up. "Put your other hand on my shoulder." You complied, feeling his hand snake around your waist as he leaned in a little closer to you.

"Now, just feel the music a little. Go with the flow, and try to move your body with mine. I know it sounds easier said than done, but it's so easy once you get into it."

You both gently swayed to the song, not taking your eyes off of one another's. Every negative thought you ever had about this man had disappeared. Hell, you were even disgusted for doing what you tried not to do with those two dads earlier, judging someone you hardly knew. William was so kind and gentle, his big strong hands held you like you were made of the finest porcelain. You noticed how smooth and soft his lips were, and you knew that in the moment you could just-

"Well, the rain looks to have calmed a little bit. Shall we go?"

He snapped you out of your thoughts, "Y-Yes, yes. Let's go."

Quickly running to his car, you made sure that you had locked yours before getting into the passenger seat. William made sure to open the door for you, despite having to stand in the rain for longer. You thanked him once you both were in the car and gave him your address.

Half of the ride was quiet, awkward almost, until William finally decided to start up some conversation.

"I just wanted to apologise for always putting you on the night shifts. I know you're young and probably a student or you do some other work of your own, so you're probably tired. I know we also get some.. unhappy campers later in the evening, with both the kids and the adults. Even so, you've always been so great to everybody, and if it weren't for the accusations and us losing some money, I'd give you a raise."

"That's.. That's very kind of you, William. Thank you."

"No, thank you." He looked over to you and smiled.

And before you knew it, you had already arrived back home. William pulled up into your driveway before you grabbed your bag and thanked him for the ride.

"W-Wait, before you go. I know the diner's supposed to be closed tomorrow, but.. could you come in.. maybe around noontime? I would like to do what we did tonight again, if that's okay." He tried to smile but you could read the fear of rejection all over his face already.

"I'd love to, William."

"And I'll pick you up, of course."

You laughed, forgetting that you had left your car at the diner already. "Right. Goodnight, William."

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well."

For once, you were actually happy you were going to work tomorrow.

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imagine michael is a mechanic and he's working underneath a car so you suck him off. 🤭

that is all.

[allurese]

Okay, okay, okay...

Kinky thought?

William Afton and a muzzle.

Would he use it on you, or would you make him wear it? I could see him being a kinky guy. Thought I'd ask this and let you have fun.

Jelly love to you <3

love you for this jelly thank you

imo muzzles look so freaking terrifying. like something a serial killer would use 😭 wait, but isn't william...

i feel like he'd only use it on you if he needed to keep you quiet. like if he was fucking you in his office, his cock ramming into your g-spot so hard you just couldn't shut your mouth, but he starts to worry about the employees or technicians in the back hearing you, so he puts it on you to keep you quiet.

"i know darling, i know. i'm sorry, it's just for a little while. you need to stay quiet for me, wouldn't want everyone hearing how much of a whore you are for me, hm?"

your tears run down the leather of the muzzle, your body taking in more pleasure than it ever has. you felt like a toy, just something he can use whenever he felt like it, tossing you to the side when he was done with you, but you didn't care — you liked it. plus, that wasn't completely true. william always gave you the sweetest aftercare, making sure you weren't too hurt and letting you rest on his lap.

drilling into that sweet spot inside of you, you felt your legs start to shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head. you felt cream seeping through your walls to coat his cock as your walls contract around him. he gently rocked his hips into you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

when you had finished and he had pulled out of you, he slipped your panties back on, allowing his cum to sit inside of you. he planted kisses to the back of your thighs before undoing your muzzle. he saw your face had some marks on it from the leather straps.

"oh sweetheart, i'm so sorry." he kisses the marks, "i didn't realise it was so tight. 'm sorry."

"no, no. it was okay, i liked it." you smiled sweetly at him.

he took his large hands, placing them on your cheeks to squeeze and massage them.

"you're such a dork!"

"am not! i'm trying to help you not hurt!"

"you're not making any sense, stupid!" you laughed.

"stupid?" his eyebrows raised, "do i need to put someone in their place?"

"n-no, 'm sorry, i was just kidding."

he kissed your cheek, "good, my good bunny."

not proofread so i'm sorry for any grammar mistakes.

also i'm so sorry for my very long absence, i do have finals in two weeks but i'll give you guys updates on that if i have to when the time comes. <3

[allurese]

a decade ago, 20 children and 6 staff members were shot and killed in the tragic sandy hook elementary school shooting. today, a decade later, 14 children and 1 teacher had their lives taken at robb elementary school in texas. it’s been a decade, and there has been nothing done to prevent this from ever happening again. may they all rest in peace.

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Both aftons want you?? Damn, you fr livin yo best life

it's a hard life to lead

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isn't it always for you/hj

It's horny hours, besties

[allurese]

you guys are practically trying to spawn the interactives

I want someone to pin me against the wall and just fucking kiss me

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OSKEDKKA OH MY GOD AFTER READING THE SMUT U DID THAT I REQUESTED I ASCENDED TO HEAVEN-

Just dropping by to say THANK YPU‼️‼️✨

-🐀

AWW it was my pleasure to write it, no need to thank me! again i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to. send some more stuff in the future, you have great ideas and i'd love to write more about them. <3

[allurese]

naww because i really wanna be norman's sugar baby.

i mean, for me personally, i would feel so guilty about using his money, or seeming like i'm using him only for his money, but i know that'd he'd just keep pushing and pushing me to use it because that's how he shows his affection.

he would always go out of his way to buy anything that caught your eye. necklaces? got it. perfumes? got it. clothes that you'll probably only wear one time? got that too.

he'd also buy you the most expensive and most gorgeous lingerie out there. he always loved how white lace looked on you, how it made you look like such a pretty little innocent angel, but deep down you were his little cocksleeve at night, only to be used for his whoreish desires.

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Ayo!! So I been following you for a while (I love your content it’s MWAH chefs kiss <3) and I just remembered I could request things💀

I had an idea.. what would happen on the night of Y/N and William’s wedding?😳 pls i need some good William Missionary content WLKDWKDIWKKX

Also could I be 🐀 anon?

these always make my day. i'm so happy you enjoy my work, thank you for reading it!! i absolutely LOVE this idea, too. also, welcome 🐀 anon! i'm so sorry this took me so long to respond to.

just for context, you and william couldn't have had a more perfect wedding day. you two had always been inseparable, and this day just proved it once again.

william didn't have many people to invite to the wedding. most of his family had passed and he only invited a couple of friends, but he did luckily have a best man. you, on the other hand, brought quite a few friends and many family members. you felt bad, guilty even, that william had so few people to invite and you just brought a whole bunch. you felt like you were rubbing it in his face, even though it was your wedding and you had the right to invite whoever and however many you wanted.

regardless, you two were together the whole day. you made sure that if you weren't with william, that at least one person was keeping him company, especially since william did tend to get a bit nervous around crowds.

william would often tend to have a bit of a rough personality, especially in the bedroom, but today he was just so gentle and sweet. he would parade around the venue with you, showing you off like you were his queen. throughout the whole day, he would be occasionally kissing your temple or whispering in your ear just how gorgeous you looked and how blessed he was to now be your husband.

so, in simplest terms, the wedding went phenomenal, but what about after the wedding?

once he carried you into the house from the car and up to the bedroom, he immediately threw you onto the bed, smothering you in kisses.

"i'm gonna love you forever, for-fucking-ever. i'm so lucky and glad i get to call you my wife."

you start to wiggle your hips in anticipation. you and william haven't had sex in a long time because of anxiety from the wedding. planning it, figuring out who to invite, what the attire would be for the bridesmaids and groomsmen, so on and so forth.

william kisses your ear, "so needy for me, huh princess? it's okay my love, your husband's gonna make you feel real good tonight." you knew that he was going to wear that husband title so proudly, it made you blush just thinking about it.

he gently lifts your back up from the bed and unzips your dress, removing it very carefully off of you and folding it on the dresser. you would hang it up later, so there was no need to worry.

he hungrily dove for your breasts, kissing and nipping at the skin and flicking his tongue over your sore buds. he was being so aggressive already, but he was doing it so lovingly, too. he crawled back up to hold your face in his big hands and kiss you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

"gonna make love to you, my angel. i just want to show you how much i love you tonight, want to kiss you until you suffocate. need you so terribly– awh~"

you surprised william by starting to palm his erection through his trousers. his mouth instantly fell agape, a soft moan escaping through his lips. you smirked at his response, kissing his lips softly.

you slowly began to undress william, seemingly kissing every inch of skin that was exposing itself to you. when he was down to just his boxers, you laid back down and he started to rub his erection between the crevice of your legs. you lifted his hips up, removing them from against you, and noticed the tears that faintly filled his eyes. he must have been close. poor little baby was so desperate, just that little bit of friction alone was enough to make him cum.

"i'm sorry, william. just.. i want it inside of me. want you to coat my walls with your cum. fill me up with your children, my love."

you slowly pushed william's boxers down until they fell by his ankles, cock springing free from its confines. he sighs with relief, leaning back down to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. he gently trails his fingers down towards your hips, making you shiver, and pulls down your panties, sliding his fingers up and down your folds, and gently pushing them in. you whimper at the initial contact, since it's been so long.

he finds your g-spot almost instantaneously, as he knows your body like the back of his hand. his calloused fingers press repeatedly on the spongy spot, making you moan loud. "awh! f-fuck, william, ohh~ william please, let me cum. i'll do anything."

it didn't take long for william's movements to send you over the edge. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned his name, over and over again, tears brimming the edge of your eyes.

william kissed your temple, "ready for me now, darling?"

you nodded slowly, and he slowly began to push inside of you. you gasped when his tip was fully inside. you knew it had been awhile, but you didn't think it would hurt this much. your pussy was so used to being shaped to william's liking, that just going without his dick for two weeks made your hole shrink back to almost its original size.

your legs started to shake, something that never used to really happened anymore when william pushed inside of you. he cupped your face, making sure you were okay. he planted gentle little kisses on your nose as he stretched your walls. he bottomed out and sat inside of you for awhile, your nerves causing your walls to contract around him involuntarily. william's lips parted to let out a soft moan.

"you ready for me, my love?"

you nodded slowly as william dragged his length out of you. once he pushed it back in a second time, it was all pleasure after that. because your walls had tightened, you felt as though he had gotten bigger, and he was filling you up to the brim.

after a couple of minutes, william's thrusting had sped up significantly, and he was hitting your g-spot perfectly every time. his hair was a mess and sticking to his forehead from the sweat that had already accumulated. he just looked so good. the rest of your body was practically numb as william continued to hit that spongy spot inside of you. he kept whispering sweet little praises to you and placing little pecks on your lips from time to time. your foreheads pressed against each other's almost the entire time, just taking in each other's mons and inhaling the sweat and smell of sex you were both filling the room with.

you were close before you knew it. breaking the silence, william whispered to you, "how are you feeling, my sweet? talk to me."

"'m close, will. so close.."

"m-me too, please cum with me. cum with me my dearest."

just those words alone sent you over the edge. you felt your walls clenching and unclenching around your husband's cock, his own release following soon after. you felt the hot liquid fill up inside of you, as william kept repeating "i love you" to you over and over. you held him close to you as you felt tears start to pour from your eyes. william was quick to kiss them away. "don't cry, don't cry. it's okay. no more tears, my sweet. we've cried enough today."

you cupped his face, your foreheads still resting against each other's, "william, i'm so blessed to be your wife. i just couldn't be happier. i want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days with you. maybe even make a little family of our own, and you can start over. whatever happens, i can't wait to make so many more memories with you."

william held back his tears as he planted one more kiss to your lips before you both drifted off to sleep, "you're always going to be stuck with me, you're my partner in crime. i love you, mrs. afton."

[allurese]

thank you all so much for the support on the science project series. i'm actually surprised at myself that i was able to finish it off the way i wanted to. more fun stuff is to come, and i can't wait for you all to see it.

[allurese]

The Science Project (Finale)

William Afton x Fem!Reader

{ cw! nsfw, some childhood trauma }

quick note: i apologise for the length of this, it turned out a lot longer than i expected.

After William dropped you off, you quickly sprinted through your front door and closed it. You leaned against it as the thoughts of what happened tonight filled your mind. Though your mind was racing, only one thought remained consistent: you were happy, you were truly, truly happy.

He was so sweet with you all of the time. So gentle, caring for you as if you were the most fragile piece of glass that could break at any moment. The way he kissed you and gently grabbed at your waist, showing you how much he missed you, it made you feel like fainting.

"So how did it go, honey?" your mom asked, scaring you.

"O-Oh, it went.. fine, I mean it went good!" you cringed at your stammering. You really didn't want her to know...

Your mom squinted her eyes at you, "That didn't look like Michael in that car, at least it didn't look like a young boy. I thought you were going out with Michael."

Your face turned slightly red, mind racing to come up with a good enough lie so that she couldn't tell that you were going out with Michael's dad. You couldn't possibly tell her the truth. What would she think of her 18 year old daughter, who graduates high school in two weeks, dating a 40-something year old?

"Y-Yeah, uh, Michael's car just broke down, so his dad offered to drive me home."

"Why didn't Michael just drive the car?"

"Jesus Christ, Mom, are we gonna stand here and play 20 questions? I'm tired and I want to go to bed!"

"Whatever, go," she spit at you.

You sighed as you hurried up to your room. Although your mother never screamed or yelled at you like your father did, your relationship wasn't great with her either.

You leaped onto your bed, quickly undressing yourself into just your bra and underwear, and throwing yourself under the covers. You still had makeup on but you didn't care, it was late and you wanted to get a good rest before school the next morning. Right after turning off your light, you felt your phone buzz.

William Afton 💟

Hey darling, I forgot to tell you earlier, good luck on your finals tomorrow. You've been working so hard and I'm so proud of you. You're going to do amazing, my angel. ❤️

You placed your phone screen down on your mattress and squealed into your pillow. So happy, you were so happy and so lucky to have this man. You never really were told "I'm proud of you," or "You work so hard," or "You're going to do amazing" by your parents. It was always expected that you do well, they never really praised your or appreciated the work you put into your studies.

Although you received some encouragement from William, it didn't help out at all during finals.

A couple of your finals went by pretty smoothly, but your math final went terribly. You hardly knew what you were doing, constantly breaking out in a cold sweat and trying your hardest not to cry. You felt like an idiot. You felt useless. All of that time studying, and you still couldn't do it right? Pathetic, absolutely pathetic. You didn't think you were worth any of the affection that William was giving you if you were this stupid.

Once you had completed all of your finals, you drove as quickly as you could to William's house, trying your best to avoid any cops, and praying to whatever god was up there that he was home and that Michael wasn't. You were wiping away tears at every stop light or stop sign you came to.

Once you had finally gotten to his house, you quickly steered into his driveway, parked your car and leaped out. You knocked on the door a bit frantically, but you were just so desperate to see him, so desperate for him to envelop you in his arms and kiss your tears away, but then those thoughts came back: You weren't worth his time. He's going to think you're a fool for coming to his house like an abandoned little kid. Regardless of these thoughts, however, you stayed put, and all of these horrible thoughts blipped out of existence when the cutest little girl answered the door.

"Hii, what's your name?" she asked so friendly.

"H-Hi, um, is your father home? I'm Y/N, by the way. What's your name? Oh! Are you Elizabeth?" You remembered William mentioning his daughter, Elizabeth, before.

"Yes I am!" she giggled. "Daaaaaddyyyyyy, someone's at the doooooor!"

"Who is it?" you heard him call back.

"It's Y/N!"

"Oh, let her in for me, princess!"

"Come on in," she gestured to you.

"Thank you sweetheart, you are so kind and welcoming," you bent down to say to her. Just her cute little smile made the urge to cry go away instantly.

You heard William walk over to you. When you made eye contact, you had the urge to cry again. Your eyes became flooded with tears in a matter of seconds. William's heart breaks at the sight of you, your eyes red and swollen, your cheeks all puffy and soaked from tears. William quickly patted Elizabeth along and she ran back to play with her brother, you believe his name is Evan.

William walked closer to you, leaning down slightly to whisper in your ear, "Go upstairs in my room and wait for me, darling. Door's at the end of the hall on the left." You nod in response and quickly made your way upstairs while William figured out a way to distract the little ones.

Once upstairs, you began to hear more than the sound of Elizabeth and Evan's shrieks and the sizzling of William's cooking, you heard mumbling and the sound of lasers shooting. You assumed it was that jackass Michael playing video games in his room. You did not want that prick to know you were here, so you didn't even bother walking by his room to peek through the door. His room was to the right of the stairs anyway, William said his room was towards the left.

When you reached the end of the hallway, you seemingly blasted through the door, closing it quickly but quietly behind you. The smell of cigarettes and cologne quickly filled your nostrils. The smell was so comforting, and it made the room's atmosphere warm, but the aroma unfortunately couldn't distract you from how much of a failure you though you were. You sat on William's bed and began to sob.

After a couple minutes, you heard footsteps approaching William's room. You stopped crying for a moment, just in case it wasn't him. The door quickly opened and William slid through, closing the door and locking it behind him. He quickly sat on the bed next to you, enveloping you in his arms.

"Hey, hey it's okay, darling. I'm right here, I'm right here, shh.."

All you could do was helplessly cry into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him and clinging to him. You grabbed onto his shirt as if you were afraid of letting go.

William pulled away for a moment, taking your face in his calloused hands and kissing your cheeks over and over, wiping off any remaining tears afterwards.

"No more crying, okay? No more. Tell me what's wrong, my sweet."

You thought you needed to cry more, but that seemed to not be the case. Just him soothing you only a couple of times made all of the pain go away. You even almost forgot what you were upset about in the first place, just being with him made everything so much better. When he asked what was wrong, though, it all came back.

"It's stupid," you mumbled.

"No, sweetheart. You're feelings are not stupid, and they never will be. Something has you upset and I want to know what it is so I can stop it from happening."

Your heart melted. It melted so quickly that it felt like your heart broke from filling up with all of the love you just felt. You started to cry again, overtaken by emotion.

William wanted to protect you, he really did. He knew from the moment he first met you that you were such a darling little thing, so precious and fragile. He wanted nothing more than to make everything bad that you'd ever go through disappear. Though that wasn't how life worked, and William understood that, that wasn't going to keep him from trying.

"My.. my finals went terribly and I read your texts saying how proud you are of me," you sniffled between sentences, "a-and I'm just really happy to be with you and I'm grateful that you're so kind of me, but sometimes I wish my parents said they were proud of me. I always think that I do bad in school and it's because my parents never say they're proud of me and– god, this is so stupid. Why am I even here bothering you with this?" you started to cry again.

William took you in his arms again, caressing your skin and rocking you back and forth and you sobbed into his shoulder once again, gasping loudly for air. You were grateful that the kids were being loud downstairs and Michael's video games were drowning out the sound of your sobs, otherwise they surely would've heard you crying helplessly to their father.

William said your name and you pulled away from his shoulder. He cupped your face again, kissing your lips softly and quickly. You whimpered at the loss of contact when he pulled away.

"Listen to me, I am so fucking proud of you, and I always will be. From the day I first met you, I was blown away by your work ethic. You care about your grades and how well you do in school. I know how much you busted your ass with studying," William took a deep breath, you could tell he was starting to feel nervous, "and I know that your parents haven't even given you the time of day to acknowledge how hard you work. I'm really sorry, darling. I-If you let me, I... I want to fill that hole in your heart. I want to love you in ways your parents haven't. I want to show you how good I can take care of you."

You grabbed William's shirt, pulling him to you and smashing your lips onto his. He tangled his fingers in your hair as the kiss turned into a make out session very quickly. He slid his hands up and down your sides, eventually reaching your chest and lightly squeezing your breasts softly. He pulled away from the kiss quickly, feeling the regret stab him in the gut. Now wasn't the time to be making advanced on you, he thought. You captured his lips again and whispered to him, "Make it go away, William. I want you to make the pain stop..."

You didn't have to ask him twice.

He crawls and hovers over you, ravishing at you like a lion with his captured prey, but he didn't intend to be that rough with you just yet.

He pulled your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra with one hand. The way he threw your bra off and latched onto your nipple — the poor boy was just so desperate for you. He sucked on each nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth and kissing it softly after he was done, leaving them hard and red. You're moaning loudly already and pulling at his hair. Suddenly, he sits up and grabs his tie that was on the bedside table. He rolls it up into a ball and stuffs it in your mouth.

"I'm sorry, baby girl, but I need you to be quiet. I love the noises you're making for me, but I can't have the kids can't hear you — especially Michael."

You nodded, whimpering softly into the balled-up tie as you watched William get on his knees and unbutton his shirt quickly, throwing it off his shoulders and onto the floor. You took your hands and ran it over his body, carefully examining every detail.

The cuts on his chest, the way his ribcage gently pokes out of the skin, the muscles on his sides, the way his collarbone is perfectly sculpted. It's like he was crafted by Michelangelo himself.

William took both your hands and kissed them, leaning down to whisper to you, "I'm a rough guy, my dear, but since this is your first time, I only want to focus on you. Tell me how you like it, darling." He took the tie out of your mouth once he finished speaking.

"I-I don't know, William. This is my first time, so I don't know how I like it. Just set the pace and I'll tell you if it's too rough or not, okay?"

He nods and leans down to kiss all over your chest, sucking on your breasts again, intending to leave hickeys and mark them as his. You entangle your fingers in his hair again before he starts to kiss down your abdomen, snaking his tongue into your bellybutton.

Your back arches slightly, gently rocking your hips back and forth, trying to signal to William that you need to be touched.. down there. He catches on eventually and looks up at you, smirking. He bites down on the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down to your knees and ripping them off himself to throw them on the floor.

You quickly throw the covers over your lower half, embarrassed that William wouldn't like your thighs or just any part of your lower body in general. He looks at you with confusion before catching on, "Come on, my love. Let me see~"

You lower the sheets to about an inch. William chuckles and yanks them down. You gasp and cross your legs, attempting to hide from him, but he won't have it. He quickly pushes your legs apart. You couldn't even close them if you wanted to with how he's holding them down.

"You are not allowed to hide yourself from me. I would never judge you for any mark, cut, or anything that you find unattractive on your body. In case I haven't made this clear already, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on and any "imperfection" that you have on your body will mean nothing to me, because I will love it just as much as I love the rest of you."

If you weren't completely turned on, pussy begging to be touched, you probably would be tearing up and his loving words, but your body got its wish as William cupped your pussy in his hands. Your hips had a mind of their own, and started rubbing back and forth on his hand. Your throw your head back once more, and William quickly stuffs the tie back in your mouth as soon as it opens to muffle your sweet little moans.

William smirks at the desperation you're putting on display for him. He crawls back down and begins to kiss your inner thighs, groaning and whispering your name against the skin, "I can practically smell you."

He then turns towards your pussy, its leakage being hidden by the cloth covering it. William starts to grind his nose against it, making you moan loudly into the tie. You hear William inhale deeply, taking in your scent. You moan again, you didn't realise how much of a pervert he was.

"Enough of this," he growls. He quickly grabs the waistband of your panties and pulls them down to your ankles in one swift movement. He gently removes them off of you completely and holds them up to his face. His eyes darken with lust at how soaked they were. He gently sticks his tongue out to collect the arousal seeping from the cloth. You gently squeeze your legs together again while William is distracted. He looks back at you and smirks, "Sorry, darling. Just couldn't let any of it go to waste."

He wastes no time separating your legs again and diving into your thighs to kiss them again, even nipping them every once in awhile. Every part of your body that his lips touch will surely receive some kind of mark.

Before you know it, William is slowly sliding his tongue up and down your folds, collecting any residue of arousal before pushing his tongue inside of you. He was practically trying to drink you at this point.

"Wihiam, no.. I tehst disgustinh..." you tried to say through the piece of cloth in your mouth. All William responded with was a hum, meaning that he disagreed, the vibrations shooting right through you, making you moan in shock.

You started to pant when William started sucking on your clit. Your face heated up so quickly you thought you were going to pass out. He knew just how to get you going, since he picked up on your responses to each movement he made quickly. He would suck on your clit hard then soft, and do that in an on and off motion. Every once in awhile, he would either flick your clit with his tongue or press it like a button a few times. It was enough to have you trembling in minutes.

When the time came for your coil to start tightening, your moans jumped up about twenty octaves, turning into some of the most high pitched whimpers. You grabbed the top of William's hair and pushed him against your heat so hard. He took this as a signal to keep doing exactly what he was doing, and before you could even prepare for it, you were cumming.

You wrapped your legs around his head, suffocating him as your pussy throbbed against his mouth, seemingly trying to milk his tongue. You screamed through your tie that you were sorry, so sorry for cutting off his ability to breathe like this, but you've never felt this good in your life. You felt like you were cumming for hours, just laying in his bed helplessly as your pussy continued to contract and release, your body jolting.

After what seemed like an eternity, your legs had turned into jelly, releasing William from your grip. He quickly pulled up from your heat, panting like a dog for air. His nose, lips and chin glistening with your juices.

You slowly took the tie out of your mouth. Even though you could hardly keep your eyes open, you slowly took his face in your hands and pulled him up to you, licking his face clean. You whispered that you were sorry several times, to which he responded, "For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I got your face all dirty and I practically just suffocated you."

"Honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm fine! I know you were just trying to enjoy the feeling, you deserve to enjoy it."

He kissed you so lovingly and passionately, snaking his tongue into your mouth slowly. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue.

Slowly but surely, William started rocking his hips against you, his cock perfectly aligned in the crevice between your legs. He lowered his face to kiss your collarbone, quietly groaning as you felt him get harder and harder against you.

You felt him reach down to slide his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. You could feel his cock resting against your thigh, gently throbbing and leaking precum already.

"Are you ready, darling?" he whispered to you in that sweet, sultry voice of his.

"Y-Yes, William, I need you inside of me," you whispered.

William slowly eased his way through your folds and began to penetrate you. The pain was sharp, and too unbearable to take.

"S-Stop, William, hurts too much."

"Okay, sweetheart, that's okay. We'll take it slow, alright? We're not going to rush anything tonight."

After about 10 minutes of William sliding in and out of you, you finally eased into the feeling and William was successfully able to bottom out inside of you. You two sat for a couple minutes, waiting for you to adjust, before you gave William permission to move.

Before you knew it, you had fully become his whore, begging and panting for him to go rougher and faster. He was worried about popping your cherry, or just hurting you at all in general, but you kept insisting that you didn't care and that you wanted to cum all over his cock more than anything else. When your moans started to pick up, William stuffed the tie back in your mouth.

"Gonna paint these walls with my seed, baby. Make you all mine. Gonna put all of my children inside this cute little womb of yours. Maybe I'll make you a mommy someday, hm? I can sit on your lap and kiss and suck at your leaky breasts while our child grows inside of you. You wanna be all full of me, huh darling? Such a dirty girl already, I still remember when you were working on that science project with my son, and I knew that I had to have you from that moment on."

Your body had practically gone limp with how hard William was fucking you. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head, the pleasure had basically paralysed you. You moaned like a helpless whore into the tie stuffed in your mouth as your breasts bounced with every time William thrusted into you.

Just like before, the feeling of your coil tightening slowly was creeping back, except this time it felt different, and you knew it was going to be the strongest orgasm you've had yet.

"Gonna.. cum.." you whimpered through the tie.

"Give it to me, darling. Give it all to me. Let me have your virginity."

You started to cry again, except this time out of pure pleasure. Your consciousness was starting to fade in and out as your pussy squeezed around his dick, harder than you anticipated. He was just so big that your body couldn't fully comprehend it.

Your moans eventually stilled as your body gave in, mind slipping into oblivion. Your eyes slowly shut, William perking his head up to look at the state you're in. With you being unconscious, William became more vulnerable and less composed.

"Oh, my love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. I-It's almost over, I promise, fuck– I'm gonna cum, sweetheart– never felt this fucking good, mmmgh!"

William could hardly control his body, too, as his hips started to shake and stutter as he came, filling you to the brim with his seed. He whimpered softly in your ear, trying his best not to be too loud.

When he had finished, his body grew limp and he collapsed against yours. He just wanted to lay with you, he wanted to stay with you like this forever, and never worry about another thing again. Never worry about the kids, never worry about his ex-wife. He just wanted to be with you and take care of you. You never bickered with him about stupid things, or make fun of him, or leave him all alone with the worries in his life.

William gently kissed and licked at your face while you were still out, like a cat caring for its kittens. He then moved down to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, then your chest, then down to your stomach again. He wanted to shower you in kisses like this everyday, so that if he ever left this world before you did, you could know that there wasn't one part of your body that he missed.

William then heard the kids calling him from downstairs. He kissed your cheek, got up and got redressed to head downstairs. He locked the bedroom door from the outside so that none of the kids would try to come in the room.

-Two Weeks Later, At Graduation-

"I can't believe you're graduating already. I feel like it was yesterday when I was holding your hand, walking you into your preschool for the first time," Mom said cheerfully.

"Yeah, graduation came fast. I'm excited, though. I can't wait to go and start my life in college."

She didn't respond to that. She probably didn't even think you could survive on your own without her, but the truth was, you couldn't wait to live your daily life without her. Of course you'd go and visit, but you'd do it rarely. You didn't need to put up with the stuff she'd put you through anymore, you can finally go on and be your own person.

Your mom glanced down at her phone for a moment, then back up at you, "Well would you look at that, I'm needed back at work. Works never sleeps, as I always tell you. I'll see you back at home, okay?"

"What do you mean? You seriously aren't going to stay to watch the ceremony? I haven't graduated yet! This is a one-time thing, Mom!"

"Oh, be quiet!! I'm the one paying all of the bills, paying for the groceries, and paying for your college tuition! You should be thanking me for all I do! You'll be working nonstop too once you graduate!"

And with that, she stormed off.

You were ready to throw your cap on the ground and leave. Fuck the graduation. What was even the point of it if no one was there to be proud of you? You couldn't even be proud of yourself.

You blinked away your tears, wanting to just get the rest of this afternoon over with. Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Before you even turned around, you smelt that heavenly musk of cigarettes and cologne. You turned your head around to look up at him. William's expression was just heartbreaking. That's when it clicked, he must have heard the whole thing.

He leaned down to place a soft peck to your temple, "I'm sorry, my angel. I knew you two had a troubled relationship, but I didn't expect it to be like that."

You sighed, "It's fine. Actually, I think I'm just going to go home."

"What?? You can't leave, the ceremony isn't starting for another 10 minutes! What about your certificate?"

"I don't care about that, William. My own mother can't stay and watch her daughter graduate, my friends are too busy taking stupid pictures to be with me, so what's the point? I'm just gonna tell the principal that I have a family emergency and that I need to leave," you began to walk away when William grabbed you shoulder and spun you around to look at him.

"When will you fucking understand that no matter what happens that I am proud of you? That I will be here every step of the way? You deserve to have a good graduation, Y/N! With how hard you've worked, you deserve to have someone watch and be proud of you, and I'm going to do that. Didn't I say that I wanted to be the one to fill the hole that your parents left in your heart? So let me do that, please!"

You stood there, completely frozen, unable to look away from him. It took William a few minutes before speaking up again, "Fuck! I forgot that you hate it when people yell. I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to yell at you. I-I just really want you to understand that–"

You hushed his rambling once again by pressing your lips to his for a brief moment. You pulled back and were met with William's shocked expression, "O-Oh, sorry."

William smiled warmly, "Don't be sorry, my darling. Just go up there and make me proud."

-20 Minutes Later-

You waiting anxiously in line for your name to be called to receive your certificate. You adjusted your cap and played with your fingers.

The girl in front of you steps up to take her picture and receive her certificate. Michael had received his certificate before you. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest. You feel like you're going to cry, you're so anxious.

"Y/N L/N," the assistant principal calls over the microphone.

You slowly step forward to your principal. You shook their hand and took your certificate, taking a quick picture with them before going on your way. You looked up for a brief moment, and saw William sitting on the bleachers, his phone turned to the side as he recorded the love of his life graduating high school. He waved at you and you waved back. He couldn't wait to watch the recording when he got home.

When the ceremony was over, William ran up to you, embracing you in his arms. "Congratulations, my darling. I'm so fucking proud of you." He quickly cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You both didn't care who was watching, you couldn't care less about the assholes at this school anymore.

"Why don't I take you out for a nice dinner, hm? Wherever you want, dearest."

"What about Michael, though?"

"Him and the other two are with their mother. I'm glad, Michael and her have had a broken relationship for a very long time, since our divorce. She would only ever pay attention to the younger ones."

"That's.. terrible."

"Yeah, it's probably why he's such a brat. His mother practically betrayed him. He can't trust her, so why should he trust me?"

"I see the way you care for your kids, William. You're not like her. I'm sure Michael will see that one day. I wish he could see you the way I do."

William tried his hardest to hide his smile, "Come on, let's get out of here."

Hand in hand, you and William walked out of the field and back to his car, barrelling away like two bats out of hell. You two went out for a delicious dinner, and spending the rest of the evening at a secret beach. You were surprised William knew about all of these quiet places, far away from the rest of society, where no one could ever hear how loud you both were. William brought out a blanket to put on the sand for both of you to lay on. You both may or made not have made love on that blanket, too.

For the first time in your life, you had no worries or regrets. You finally felt like the stress from your mother had finally fizzled away into oblivion. The harsh memories of your father, the whip that had slashed at your heart was healing, all because William was there to kiss the wounds and apply the bandages. You were finally able to let go.

Did you have any clue what the future had in store for you? Not one. All you wanted to do was spend it with William, and none of this would've happened if it wasn't for your bitchy science teacher, a jackass kid, and a science project.

The End.

[allurese]

yeah this is VERY private

why everyone fucking with william in my feed when will i fuck his son

[allurese]

woahhh there's this app that uses an ai to "redraw" pictures in your photos and look how it redrew william.

i feel like it's the perfect representation of his darkness, just in a more beautiful way.

the app is called dream by wombo.