#punk!afton

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Punk (Part 1)~Punk!William Afton x F!Reader~

~So this started out as a concept, then turned into a one-shot, then I got to a point and thought to myself 'This is a series isn't it?' Thanks to @ruh--roh-raggy for putting up with my bullshit and proofing some of this story. I don't know how long this story will be, but I can imagine it might be one of my shorter series.~

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of scars, body and face piercings (inc, tongue, reference to others), tattooed!reader, punk!William, tattooed!Afton, age gap (Reader 20's, William 40's)

You sighed as you looked around the party going on in your college's gymnasium, filled with people perhaps double or so your age and the occasional peer who looked as bored as yourself, milling about and laughing as shitty music played in the background that you weren't even sure of the name of. Glancing at the sign strung over the doorway, you cursed yourself internally, wishing you hadn't signed up to help with this reunion event as you could have been doing much better things with your time. Like working on the million and one assignments that you felt like you had. Or perhaps simply just sleeping and procrastinating on those assignments.

The oversized black hoodie that you'd somehow convinced the dean of your department to let you wear sported some black embroidered gears along the sleeves, your nickname from your club printed over your left breast. Hair tied up and a tight pair of jeans, the cleanest you could find in the pile of washing that moved between your bed and a chair as required, never quite making it to the wardrobe.

Seeing the free food and drink table that was technically for the guests of the event, you bit your lip as you decided to go and visit it. What harm would taking a few snacks and drinks do? None of the faculty were looking, and the ones who were milling about were too engrossed in talking to old students and favouring talking to people too old to be wear jock-jackets and cheerleading skirts. Rolling your eyes as you wondered why they were all dressed up like they were awaiting for their class photos all over again.

William wasn't entirely sure why he'd accepted the invite back to his old college, his teeth finding the labret piercing along his lip and chewing it somewhat absently as he looked at the drinks table, thick brows furrowing as he decided whether or not to go fetch another drink. It had sounded like a good idea at the time when his friend Henry had convinced him to go, even though the theme was silly and he hadn't felt comfortable dressing as he was now for a while, but his friend had ditched at the last minute and now he was stood on the side-lines. Smiling politely as people he barely recognised came up to him and complimented how good he looked for his age, cooing over how they hadn't seen him in years.

It would perhaps be bearable if he remembered any of these people.

You weren't looking where you were going as your head darted around, trying to avoid being spotted by the dean before suddenly you walked into somebody, gasping as you stumbled back and a large hand shot out to grab you by the arm, steadying you. Blinking as you looked at who you'd walked into.

Whoever he was, he was older. Dark brown hair greying at the temple and becoming peppered through his short, sweptback haircut, greying eyebrows with the left one decorated by a complimentary silver ring. A septum piercing caught you slightly off guard, but the greying eyes hidden behind golden wire framed aviator glasses held your attention. Slight scowl on his sharp features as you couldn't help but notice a lip ring, cheeks filling with colour as you thought how handsome he was.

"Sorry! I um..Sorry." You stammered out, averting your eyes quickly before hearing a grunt, the hand letting you go. William's eyes raked over you quickly, assessingly as he took in how young you were, the oversized hoodie with the subtle designs, a name he couldn't quite read on the breast.

"Are you meant to be in here? You don't look like one of my old classmates." Crossing his thick, strong forearms across his chest, your eyes naturally flickered to the tattoo sleeve on his right, the intricate designs standing out as bio-mechanical, following where the bones in his arms laid, although there was another design you couldn't quite make out on the inside of his forearm.

"I um..I'm one of the student volunteers for the event, sir." You explained quickly, snapping your attention back to his face as you found yourself more flustered that you'd been staring at him. Hearing a snort coming from the taller man as you watched a smirk flicker across his face.

"Volunteer?" The smirk on his face developed and he couldn't help but let it spread as he looked down at your nervous face. Feeling a sense of satisfaction that you looked so flustered, watching how your eyes would momentarily flicker to his arm and trace the linework before seeming to catch yourself and focus on his face again. "They still getting you to do that stupid shit? Do they still offer extra credit for it?" He asked, making you reciprocate the smile as you shook your head.

"Nah, extra credit would be nice but we get two free lunch credits for our 'service' tonight." Shrugging your shoulders as the man whistled, looking back at the food table and then back to you. Allowing you to quickly steal glances at the tight black t-shirt and jeans he was wearing before he turned back to you.

"Two whole credits hey? And they don't let you have any of the good stuff on the table?" Raising an eyebrow before the grin returned. "How big are the pockets on that hoodie?"

"Sorry?"

"The hoodie pockets, how big are they?" He asked, gesturing to your hoodie and making you look at it, humming in thought before you answered.

"I can carry a two-litre soda bottle and a bag of chips usually."

"Perfect. Fancy stealing some snacks and ditching this snooze-fest?" He grinned, making you raise an eyebrow in return and cross your arms this time, looking up at him and wondering how serious he was.

"Snooze-fest? What it this the eighties? And secondly...I may have been aiming to 'help the help' when we collided." Grinning as the man offered his arm to you and you cautiously took it, feeling silly as you stuck close to him. Seeing a few of the people around you glancing sideways at you and the tall tattooed man, but looking away quickly as he glared at them.

Approaching the snack table, you went to break away but he held onto your arm, keeping you close as he looked about before his large hand darted out, grabbing cans and baggies of snacks and pushing them into the large pocket of your hoodie. Your cheeks burning as he kept brushing against your stomach with each pass, swallowing softly and turning to look around, see if anybody spotted you before the taller man nudged you, snapping your attention back to him.

"Don't look around, if you look suspicious, they'll look at you in turn." He said softly, grabbing another couple of cans and baggies before filling your pocket, releasing you before he nodded and winked, tapping the side of his nose with humour lighting up his eyes. "Meet me outside the gym in a moment, can't be seen leaving together."

With that he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you wondering what the hell had just happened. But after a few moments, you followed through the crowd, curious as to what he planned on doing with so many snacks and drinks, although from what little you had interacted, he seemed like a pretty funny guy.

You spotted him just outside the gym, staring into a cabinet with his brow furrowed slightly, hands stuck into the pockets of his jeans, thumbs hooked over the outside as you approached, looking curiously inside the cabinet and spotting what he was looking at. For the reunion they'd brought together photos of old clubs and trophies from games and tournaments. You guessed it was to 'relive the best days of their lives'.

One photo stood out to you though, a group of young, scrawny lads in matching t-shirts of various colours. There was a taller guy with dark curly hair and braces that looked like a stiff breeze might topple him over, but he was holding a silver trophy high up with a grin, arm around a significantly taller boy. There was something familiar about him and squinting at the photo through the layers of glass revealed a lithe figure, the start of tattoos peeking from underneath the short sleeve, piercings decorating a tight-lipped smile. Looking back at the man stood next to you and back again, your eyes widened slightly.

"Holy shit, is that you?" Earning a snort and a chuckle, watching him bite at the labret on his lip before smirking at you confidently.

"Have I really changed that much?" He teased, gesturing to the piercings and the all black, just like he appeared in the photo. Although now he was broader, more muscular and you could practically feel the confidence oozing off of him. Shrugging your shoulders, you chewed your lip absently.

"I mean, I would have thought you ditched the piercings at your age. You're not lanky either. More like a dad-bod." Fake pouting as he placed a hand over heart, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your chest tighten for some reason as his lips curled into more of a smile.

"Oh these? I just put them back in when I might run into pretty college girls. And you watch your mouth about the dad-bod. I heard girls your age like DILFs." He teased, watching your cheeks flush and your eyes snap away temporarily, enjoying teasing you and playing around with somebody so young and trying to find their rebellious feet. He remembered being like you, and he was glad he'd maintained that fire into his more mature self.

"What kind of porn level logic is that?" You sputtered out, crossing your arms and huffing to get a stray strand of hair out of your face. Uncrossing them after a moment before reaching into the hoodie pocket and pulling out a soda can, cracking it open and beginning to walk off, hearing his footsteps follow behind you with a slight scowl over your shoulder at him.

"If you're going to run off, makes sense to keep me with you, at least then you can pretend to be giving me a tour."

"You fucking went here, you should know your way around, or has some metal made it into your brain?" Rolling your eyes, flushing as he easily reached into your hoodie and pulled out another can, fingers brushing your stomach once again before he fell into step, your legs having to move faster to keep up with his long languid strides.

"Ooo, so original! You almost made my lip quiver with your meanness." Laughing as he bumped into you slightly, looking around the hall and taking in how much the decorations had changed. Rolling his eyes at the motivational posters that seemed to permanently reside on the white walls, wondering what happened to the small row of thin lockers that used to live in an alcove along the west wall. "Says the baby with virgin skin." He threw back, making you scowl at him in disapproval.

"How do you know what I look like under this hoodie? I could be covered enough to set off a metal detector and you would never know." You countered, watching his smile grow before he leaned in as he walked, slightly conspiratorial.

"You know, most punks like to show off their art. Tattoos, piercings, clothes. You'd have shown me by now if you had anything." His close, deep voice made you shiver, clearing your throat as you looked at the hall walls, realising you'd subconiously been heading towards the engineering department as you'd walked. Groaning as you remembered all the projects you should be working on.

Turning to your left, you kept quiet, allowing the tall man to trail behind you and finish his drink before he threw it into the trash nearby, pumping his fist silently to himself as he got it in from a good distance away. You secretly smiled at the image, wondering how he could continue to be so childish. Stealing snacks. Throwing things into bins from a distance.

Your hand landed on the door to your workshop before you even knew what you were doing, fishing into your jeans and pulling out a ring of keys, unlocking the door and breathing deeply as the scent of soldering irons and copper hit you. Nodding your head into the room as the man looked in curiously.

"If you're going to hang about, don't touch shit. You probably wouldn't understand half the stuff going on in here." Scoffing as you went in first, hearing his footsteps slowly entering behind you as you paced over to your project cabinet, unlocking it and pulling out a complex set of wires and metal bars and rings.

Kicking out a stool and emptying your pockets onto a free space on the table so you could sit more comfortably. He took a seat at the same table and peered curiously at what you were working on after a quick glance around. Whilst the workshop hadn't changed much, the sight of new projects scattered around at various stages of completion made him feel right at home again. Reminded somewhat of his old workshop at Freddy's before the company had gotten too big for just him and Henry to work on the animatronics alone. Now the biggest project yet 'the pizzaplex' was set to open in two months, and he had to admit, he missed the small little cramped space of Fredbear's diner when he and Henry had shared a single office with security.

Your slender fingers worked deftly as you tried to nudge wires and tense wire coils into place, swearing under your breath as you began to feel too warm in the hoodie. You always felt warm whilst concentrating, plus you needed to clear your arms for testing again. Gripping the bottom of your hoodie and pulling it over your body before chucking it over another seat. Revealing a tight tank-top underneath, one of the straps falling off of your shoulder and making William swallow as his eyes instinctually ran across the curves of your shoulders and collarbones.

"What are you working on?" He broke the silence, distracting himself as he furrowed his brow, trying to work out what was so familiar about the structure your hands tinkered with. Strand of hair falling into your face and you tried to huff it away from your forehead as you glanced at him.

"It's just a proto-type. Nothing special." Feeling suddenly embaressed about the project, brow furrowing as you noticed one of the springs out of place and using a thin hooked tool to pull it back into place again. Nose scrunching up as you took a deep breath and studied it carefully, checking for any more flaws.

"Prototypes are important, they help you find all the flaws in your designs. Maybe a second pair of eyes might be able to look over it for you?" He asked, holding out his hand in offer with a kind smile, meeting your concerned frown before you tenderly handed it over. Reluctant to give over your work that you had spent so long on, although it was more personal to you, you didn't want to have it all ruined in a moment because of somebody else's carelessness.

"Just be careful okay? It's important to me. Don't make me get the shop safety poster and make you test on it." You threatened playfully, earning a smile as his eyes sparked with mirth. Carefully turning over the device in his large hands with surprising care and diligence, humming quietly as he moved it under the lights to get a good look at it.

"Don't remind me. I had a habit of falling short on the marks on that damn test every year, probably because Mr. Schmidt hated my guts for dicking around in shop." He chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow as he revealed he used to be part of the shop. Feeling curiosity burn in your chest as suddenly you felt a tiny bit more confident in letting him handle your project.

"You used to - OH MY GOD!" Your thought was cut off as he suddenly perked up and slipped his hand between the rings and wires on his non-tattooed arm, making the colour drain from your face as his fingers became tangled into place along the more delicate parts at the end. He looked fascinated as he moved and flexed his hand, turning it this was and that to get a proper look, circling his wrist as you began to hyper-ventilate slightly.

"I thought I recognised some of this.... Is this a springlock?" He asked, perfectly calm as he flexed and checked movement for a moment more before disconnecting from the framework easily. Your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at the mechanical suit arm on the desk, wondering what had just happened.

"I think.. you may have failed the shop safety tests for different reasons." Breathing heavy as your hands snatched it up again, performing a quick safety check before placing it down again. Running a hand over your hair and feeling your hands tremble slightly. "And..yeah... it's a springlock design, V2.4 currently...Holy shit you just..."

William chuckled and showed off his arm under the light, brushing some of the coarse dark hair on his forearm so that you could make out the deep, pale scars that ran up the skin that you hadn't noticed before. Eyes widening as you showed off the same arm, your own matching scars more pink than his, from your own springlock incident three months previous during your first testing phase.

"I'm very familiar with them, as you can see. But I'm very impressed! If type I'm familiar with had been handled that roughly, I would have had myself a few more scars and a nice trip to the emergency room." He chuckled, smiling brightly, offering his large calloused hand for you to cautiously shake.

"I never introduced myself. I'm William, William Afton."

Your jaw dropped as you felt your grip on the handshake faulter. Brain turning over the name over and over again as you struggled to comprehend who was sat across from you.

"Y-You're...Oh my god you're...you're actually him aren't you?" Breathing hitched as you watched the smirk on his face reappear at your realisation, nodding slowly and releasing your softer hand to watch them cover your face as you groaned into your palms. "I've been insulting William Afton...I...Shit I've insulted you." Feeling as if the earth could swallow you up and consume you would be a preferable option to meeting your hero and having him look at your work.

"I thought it was quite cute actually. You're such a baby punk...Hmm..There's got to be a better name for that.. Bunny punk? Yeah, bunny punk, you're all soft and cute, stamping your foot like a little bunny rabbit and trying to appear tough." Your reddening cheeks almost becoming their own heat source as he smirked at you, resting his chin against his hand as he glanced over you again.

"I'm not...I'm not a 'bunny punk', Mr. Afton." Your cheeks burned as he sucked on his teeth for a moment, looking you over before he grinned again, your chest sent fluttering as that smile seemed to radiate confidence and an almost predatory nature to it.

"You're very right young lady...You're just a little bunny aren't you? I think that's what I'll call you, bunny." his smile broke and he stuck his tongue out at you, making your body ache slightly as you realised he had a silver stud on his tongue, such a cute nickname combined with your idol sat across from you looking all too hot with his piercings in flustering you all the more.

"Sir, I-"

"Wow, that's something usually only my employees or pretty ladies in bed call me. You're bold aren't you, bunny?" William couldn't hold back the teasing as you grew increasingly flustered, cheeks burning up and the flush spreading down to your collarbones. The way your shoulders curled in allowing him to see a dark mark against your shoulder blade, piquing his interest more as he stood up, walking behind you and his large hand resting on your back, feeling how you tensed up as he studied the lines of the tattoo against your skin.

"You were right, I really had no idea what was hiding under that hoodie of yours." Chuckling as he felt the goose bumps along your skin forming under his finger. He swore he could almost feel how quickly your heart beat inside your chest as he placed his hand between your shoulders. "But-" he pulled his hand away and leaned onto the desk next to you, forcing you to turn your head up and look at him. Lips parted softly, making him ache at how deliciously under-prepared for him you looked. Wondering how far he would be able to push the flirting and the teasing before you ran from him.

"Mr. Afton, I... I have admired your work for a very long time." The words were slow to fall from your lips, trying to force yourself to be polite and ignore the part of your brain that was screaming in delight at how he touched your back, how your celebrity crush flirted with you and made you feel special.

It wasn't helpful that your brain kept suggesting to you how that lip and tongue piercing would feel kissing you, or running against another pair of lips that desperately wanted attenton.

"I used to go to Freddy's when I was little. That's when I fell in love with robotics honestly." You breathed, watching his expression turn to surprise as his eyebrows raised, watching the way the eyebrow piercing caught the light before you turned your eyes to his tattoos. Finally seeing the design on the inside of his arm was a knife, mixed into the biomechanical designs that dominated the arm. "I think I met you once back then, although I don't think you had any piercings."

"I took them out in the restaurant, well, apart from a couple more....private...ones." He smiled, listening to you talk as he felt his body aching more as you stroked his ego. He might have been many things, but able to resist somebody offering him praise and idolisation wasn't one of them. "Go on, bunny."

"I found an article about the springlocks, and the designs were just..beautiful. The engineering? The design? How such complex machinery could be fitted into such a small space, it was entrancing." Feeling your heart beating faster as his grey eyes focused on you intensely, shuddering under his intensity. "So I wanted to continue the project. I was..I guess I was hoping you were still into engineering and I hoped that I could maybe recreate the spring-bonnie suit that I loved so much." Nervous babbling coming to an end as he gazed at you, a grin spreading up his face as he looked down at you.

"Spring-bonnie was my suit in particular actually." The fact made your heart only pound faster, flustering yourself all over again that you didn't know such a simple fact. All those chaotic thoughts pausing as he raised his hand and caught your chin, forcing you to look at him as he ran his tongue against his lip. "You did all this work, for me?"

"Y-Yes sir."

"What a good girl you are. Would you like a reward?" William's voice was calm and controlled, but inside he was feeling a little feral. Such a cute thing having devoted her entire career to following his work, recreating the work she loved, wanting to gift it back to him. It stoked a dark, hungry fire in him and suddenly he was back in college himself, the punk that made ladies swoon as he bit his piercing at them, with all the charm and suave that age had brought him.

The tiny nod of your head was all he needed to lean in, his lips brushing yours, barely ghosting them before they met yours fully. A soft squeak escaping you as it caught you slightly by surprise. The cold metal of his lip ring down the centre line of your lip contrasting to how hot he felt against your lips. Moving together slowly at first before your tongue ran across his lip and William growled deeply in his chest, parting his lips and pushing his tongue into your mouth. One hand moving to the back of your head and pressing you into it, allowing him to dominate your mouth, the feeling of his stud meeting your tongue sending shivers down your spine.

Finally the kiss broke, leaving you breathless, a silver strand of saliva connecting your lips before William licked his lips and broke it. Grinning widely at you, you swore his eyes almost looked black in the lights of the workshop before he handed your hoodie back to you, making you pause for a moment in confusion, perhaps a little hurt before he spoke.

"You're going to put that back on, bunny. We're going to grab our stuff, and then we're going to go to your dorm or where-ever the fuck your bed is. I think you deserve an extra special thank you for being such a dedicated volunteer tonight." The words made you light up, nodding enthusiastically, throwing on your hoodie and allowing him to stuff some of the snacks and drinks back into your pockets, more opening shivering as his thick fingers brushed against you through the fabric. Swallowing softly as he also picked up the springlock arm and cradled it in his hands with a grin as you raised a curious eyebrow.

"Come on then, bunny. Lead the way." Letting you lead the way out of the workshop and locking up behind yourself before he followed shortly behind you, watching the way your body moved hungrily as he imagined stripping you bare for him and considered how pretty you might look naked in his own workshop.

[yoveronn]

✨Two images emitting the same energy (energy of being cute, funny and looking huggable)✨

Damn, they look like they FaceTiming each other ajahajhajha

[theycallmemarcy]

bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just a matthew lillard character

[whorrorfix]

my problem is i wanna be railed by every single matthew lillard character.

[pixlokita]

Part 26 🏍️ ✨

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[ruh--roh-raggy]

The Bunny and Her Big Scary Dog (Punk! William Afton x Fem! Reader)

Hello hello! More punk Will is finally here! I was having such bad writers block getting this update out, so sorry if it seems a bit staggered pacing wise and as I'm sure many of you know unfortunately time does not stop just because I want to sit down and write, so apologies for the delay. BUT! Now we have a new story with the big strong man, it's gunna be fluffy, it's gunna be sweet, we're going to get more scary metal man Will being an absolute SIMP for reader, it's gunna be great. I hope you enjoy, if you would like to be added to my rage list, please let me know!

WARNINGS: Some swearing, age gap (Reader is in her 20's Will is in his 50's), all fluff

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 2,745

“This definitely isn't what I thought you meant when you asked me to bring you home but I’m definitely not complaining.” Will smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. You laid in a mess of tangled limbs in bed, Will’s arm wrapped around your waist as your head laid against his strong chest. You smiled as you listened to the steady beating of his heart, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the intricate lines of his tattoos that wound their way around his forearm. Will had noticed that as your weed fueled make out session on the hood of your car had died down your unwavering confidence was slowly replaced with anxious fidgeting. “What's on your mind, bunny?” He asks softly. “I can see something kicking around in that pretty little head of yours.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, hesitating to respond. Embarrassment burned in your chest as you finally spoke up, “I know I act all tough and confident, but I… can we take things slow?” You whisper into the deafening stillness. His large hand was warm against your lower back, his thumb stroking the space soothingly. You were honestly a bit ashamed over the fact you asked to slow down, especially since you were the one who initiated the intimate moment between the two of you. Will was experienced, he knew what he wanted, you were still in the process of figuring that all out. Before your mind had the chance to wander about how you would somehow manage to mess this all up, how he wouldn't want to wait for you, he spoke up.

“Of course rabbit. We can move as fast or as slow as you want.” You rest your chin on his chest so you can look up at him, Will smiles at the way your eyes sparkle in the soft light. He cradles your head in his hand, his thumb tracing over the shell of your ear making you shiver. “Are you sure you're comfortable spending the night?” He asks softly. “We have all the time in the world, there's no rush.”

You nod, “I want to be with you, Will.” Your voice trembles as you speak. He carefully guides you upwards, letting your lips linger over his as his eyes scan over your face.

“How did I manage to win over such a pretty little thing like you?” You giggle, nuzzling your face against his neck to try and hide your flustered expression.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Will, but, this?” You make a vague gesture to his entirety. “Hot as fuck.” He chuckles, you smile in return, resting your cheek against his chest so you could still look up at him. “Not to mention you’re sweet, charming, funny, and honestly one of the most amazing guys I’ve ever met.”

“You know I still could be a murderer.” You laugh, rolling off of him, bouncing off the mattress slightly as you fall onto the bed. “I am just some random man you met at a metal show.” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. He places a soft kiss to your lips, you let out a content hum as your hands trail over the vast expanse of coarse hair that covers his broad chest.

“Coming from the man that holds me like I’m made of glass?” You tease with a wink.

“How could I not?” His large hand trails down your thigh, hiking your leg over his waist. Your face grew warm at the sheer difference in size between his body and yours. “You’re like a little doll, I’d hate to break something so small and fragile.” He smirks at your flustered state as he holds you close, your chin held between his thumb and finger as his warm breath bounces off your lips. You whimper softly as his thumb strokes along your jaw. He chuckles, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Get some sleep rabbit.” He cradles your head to his chest, the steady beating of his heart and the warmth of being pressed so tightly against him quickly lulling you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning cuddling a pillow to your chest, your face buried against it and you couldn’t help but smile as you inhaled the scent of Will’s cologne. You hear the sound of his footsteps padding up the hallway, the smell of breakfast food slowly filling the room. You sat up and stretched, a sleepy smirk spreading across your lips at the sight of Will carrying in two plates piled high with bacon, toast, eggs, and home fries. “Good morning rabbit.” You shiver at the sound of his gravelly morning voice.

“Good morning handsome.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you look at him hungrily. Will’s shirtless form, sweatpants sitting low on his hips showing off his burly, muscular body. He hums as he pulls you into a kiss, smiling against your lips.

“I could definitely get used to this.” He chuckles against your lips, your arms wrapping around his strong shoulders as he effortlessly maneuvers you into his lap. “How did you sleep, sweet girl?”

“That was the best night's sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.” You giggle, letting him cradle you in his arms, dipping you back slightly as he trails kisses along your jawline. “You even went through all the trouble of making breakfast.”

“Well, I’ve been told before that I fall into the category of… oh, what are you guys calling it these days, a DILF?” You choked on your sip of coffee, sputtering and coughing through laughter as you set it down on the nightstand. “It only makes sense for me to cook breakfast for my girl.” He winks. 

“Thank you regardless.” You share a laugh. After breakfast Will left you to shower, you smiled as you padded back into the room to find a set of fresh clothes laid out on the bed waiting for you. The thick, soft T-shirt was warm against your freshly washed skin. You pulled in the pair of too long lounge pants, rolling them at the waist to shorten them but even then they pooled at your ankles. You wandered down the hall, your brows furrowing slightly as the sound of music met your ears. You headed downstairs, standing in the middle of the living room. Bright sunlight filtered through sheer cream curtains that hung in the windows, a warm breeze drifting in from the outside. Following the sound you made your way through the kitchen to stumble across a door that was left open by a crack. Pushing through it you found Will, sitting on one of his work benches in the garage, a small amp at his side and a sleek black bass perched in his lap. You leaned against the door frame, watching him with a small smile. He was too lost in his playing to even realize you were there, a deep, rumbly riff rattling its way through your ribcage.

“You really are full of surprises, huh?” His eyes snap up to you when you suddenly speak up.

“I guess you could say that.” He greets you softly, beckoning you over. He sets the base down, hopping off of his seat. He wraps his arms around you once you're within reach, your hands sliding over his chest as he rocks you side to side for a moment. “You know, my guitar could use some new strings. Would you want to take a ride into town with me today?”

You beam up at him as he asks, “I would love to.” You squealed as he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back into the house to finish getting ready before you climbed into the passenger seat of his car. Will wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him as his lips find yours with ease. You let out a flustered giggle as he pulls away. Will slotted a cassette tape into the player of the old car, The Misfits blaring to life through the speakers. The entire way to your destination Will had you laughing, the goofier side of his personality shining through as he recounted his time as a gangly, awkward twenty-something year old in college.

“They had this pale, string bean with dark circles under his eyes and box dyed black hair, face full of metal, the whole nine.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder, attempting to cover up your laughing fit. “The judges were probably like what the fuck is this? What cemetery did they find this dumbass moping around in?” He chuckles along with you for a moment. “Then I went on to kick all their asses and that's how I became the ‘Collegiate Robotics Champion of Utah’ or whatever bullshit title it was.” He glances down at you briefly, a smile playing on his lips. “I can't get over how pretty you are.” Your cheeks warmed at his compliment.

“Oh, um, thank- thank you Will.” You stutter bashfully. You hesitantly mean forward, your lips pressing softly against his scruffy cheek. You pulled into the lot, a small strip mall of shops with the music store at the center. Will wraps an arm around your waist once you stand from the car, pulling you to him and placing a kiss to your head before taking your head and leading you towards the door. You trail closely behind him as you enter the music store, your eyes wandering the racks of different guitars that lined the walls.

“Mr. Afton!” The twenty something year old behind the counter calls out, giving the older man a casual wave. His blond hair curled out from underneath his beanie, an old Dead Kennedy’s T-shirt hanging loosely off his scrawny frame. “Got a new eight string that might interest you, pretty sexy, pretty cool.” He rambles off as the two of you approach. He shoots you a flirtatious smile once he notices you're at his side. “And who might this pretty little lady be? Your daughter?”

“That’s my girlfriend, chief.” The cashier pales at the realization. His mouth falls open to hurry out an apology but Will just waves him off. “Guess I don't look too bad for my age.” He jokes with a laugh. Will goes on to ask him for a couple packs of strings and to see that eight string he mentioned. “I thought he was going to throw up.” He remarks as he turns to you, making you laugh.

“You don't seem to realize how scary you are.” You giggle in response. “He just called you old and tried to hit on your girlfriend in one move, I'd probably throw up too.”

“I guess you have a point, sweetheart.” He chuckles. He lets out a long whistle as the employee carries out the guitar from the back.

“She is a beauty.” He remarks excitedly as he passes the instrument over the counter to Wil. Your cheeks grow warm as you watch his massive hand wrap around the extra wide fretboard with ease.

“How much?” The two chat while Will idly strums the guitar, even without being plugged into an amp you didn't miss the soft melodic tune he effortlessly played. “Fuck it, you sold me, I'll take it.” The case is retrieved from the back, the guitar safely tucked away for transport. Will shoots a wave over his shoulder as the two of you walk out. He slides the guitar into the back seat of his car before taking your hand and pulling you along to the other stores. You wandered around, laughing at all of Will’s jokes, both of you growing slightly flustered whenever he would steal a chaste kiss from your lips. You paused at one of the racks in the clothing store you had wandered into. Your fingers running over the deep blue fabric of a denim jacket that had caught your attention.

“How long have you had your battle jacket?” You ask as you look up at him.

“Since college, maybe even a little earlier.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, glancing down at the jacket before his eyes trail back up to you. “Why, want one of your own?” He asks with a smile.

“Well I can't keep stealing yours.” You wink.

“I don't know bunny, I'm hoping I get to see you in only my battle jacket one of these days.” He smirks down at you, chuckling at your flustered expression. “But if you want one of your own I'd love to help, I think I have some patches at the house you can steal.”

You sat on the floor across from Will, a shoebox full of old patches sat between you. “Oh, can I use this one?” You ask, pulling out a large black square with fat, red block letters that read ‘PUNCH MORE NAZIS’.

William beamed at your choice, “that's my girl.” His hand falls to rest on the top of your head. “Excellent choice, and I told you, use whatever you want.” He chuckles. Will holds a couple pins between his teeth, helping you orientate the patch how you want it before securing it in place to sew. “What's that look for?” He asks when he notices you studying him, a small smile on your lips.

“I just like watching you work, you're a lot better at this than I am.” You giggle.

“Well, I'm sure I've had a lot more practice.” He grins. “Come here, let me teach you a trick.” He situated you in between his legs, your back resting comfortably against his chest as he worked with the sewing needle in front of you. He makes a circle with the thread, wrapping it around the needle a few times before pulling it through, the thread eventually gathering into a perfect knot at the end. He walks you through his process for sewing on patches, carefully explaining to you the best way to stitch so you wouldn't stab your fingers, how to get through really thick patches, and how to secure your stitches without having to deal with all of the obnoxious knotting. He held you close, making you laugh, occasionally kissing your cheek in the middle of his explanation. “Damn, your jacket’s going to be even cooler than mine soon.” He chuckles. His face suddenly lights up as he gets an idea. “Wait here, there's something I want to give you.” He steals a kiss as he stands before jogging into the other room, he comes back a few moments later with his own battle jacket in hand. He smiles at you, hooking one finger behind a loose section of a patch and ripping it clean off. He hands it over to you, your fingers run over the dried paint, this was obviously a patch he made himself.

“Only posers die.” You read with a smile, your thumb tracing over the rabbit silhouette at the bottom. “I love it.”

“Now you can have a little piece of me wherever you go.” He winks, pulling you back into his arms as he returns to his position behind you. 

“You're acting like I'm not going to use my big scary dog privileges everywhere I go.” You giggle, squealing as Will nuzzles his face against the side of your neck, his beard tickling your skin.

“Oh, I'm your big scary dog, now am I?” He responds with a laugh, the emphasis on the fact that he was yours bringing a smile to his face. “Well, I’m glad to know that I make my little bunny feel safe.” You lean up, capturing his lips with your own before turning back to the task at hand

You slid your arms into the too big sleeves, the new denim still stiff from lack of wear. You stood in front of a full body mirror, smiling as you turned slowly, seeing all the patches and progress you and Will had made on your battle jacket in just one day. “Do you like it?” You bound over to him, your body thudding against his as you slip into his arms.

“I love it, thank you for all your help.” He cups your cheek gently, his thumb running over your warm skin.

“Bunny?” He asks softly. You hum in response, your eyes glimmering with happiness as you gazed up at him. “Would you like to stay another night?”

Tag List: @yellowbunnydreams @zoey5252 @loudchaosking @weirdoartist21 @residentevilbeast @lokanda @emmbny @yukkkiki @dij-ology @maria-moll

[mamaemoemu]

Matthew Lillard: the perfect man no matter what type you have

[queerinfilm]

Matthew Lillard: The King Of Playing Ambiguously Queer Characters

🎥 Hackers (1995)

🎥 Animal Room (1995)

🎥 Scream (1996)

[Stu being gay has been confirmed multiple times by Matthew Lillard himself]

🎥 SLC Punk! (1998)

🎥 Dead Man’s Curve (1998)

🎥 Senseless (1998)

[canonically confirmed as bisexual, as seen here]

[hammerlockr]

stevo i drew for slc punks 25th birthday

[charlottecutepie]

heeeey its my birthday today!! -`♡´- look here’s my pookie<3

[snowycorpse]

whenever I'm feeling particularly sad I just remember the time Matthew Lillard had his hand on my stomach and told me to breathe deep and suddenly everything is okay again <33

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Punk (Part 2)~Punk!William Afton x F!Reader~

~Know it's been a while since I updated this, but I have been busy and just kinda forgot about this one for a while since it wasn't one my main focuses before christmas. Sorry! Also sorry for any mental scarring this chapter may give you, it's definitely one of the spicier one's I've written.~

@robin-the-enby @ruh--roh-raggy

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of scars, body and face piercings (inc, tongue, prince albert), tattooed!reader, punk!William, tattooed!Afton, age gap (Reader 20's, William 40's). Dom Will/sub reader. Sir, you should not be using animatronic parts like that. Cunnilingus, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, teasing.

Your little dorm room was right at the end of the hall, though the hall felt like it lasted forever as you fumbled for the keycard in the back of your phone, finally pulling it out ready for your door. The heavy footsteps of the tall, older man behind you a constant reminder of what you'd gotten yourself involved in.

William Afton, your idol, your celebrity crush, was following you with an intense stare and the bruising force of his kiss still lingered on your lips. Feeling where his piercing had pressed against your skin the deepest and left it's mark, you shivered slightly as your shaking fingers pushed your card into the reader and allowed the door to open, turning to see what William was doing before you raised an eyebrow at him.

He was looking around at the widely spaced doors, far wider spacing than when he'd been in college dorms. Looking at you curiously, he stepped through the open door and immediately saw the reason for the larger gaps. There was a little kitchen inside and a lounge, what looked like the door to a bathroom on his right and towards the back left, what appeared to be two doors leading presumably to bedrooms. William had to admit that he was impressed, although a glance at some paperwork on the counter made his lip curl as he was distinctly less impressed with the price of the place per month. Surely, there were cheaper apartments to rent in the city that were within a small commute?

"Luxurious, far more so than what I remember." He commented finally, making you shrug as you locked the door behind you and set your keys down on the table, kicking off your shoes and padding further into the open space. Hearing William remove his shoes behind you.

"It's supposed to 'promote independence'," you scoffed, making the man raise his pierced eyebrow before he stepped further into the space, wrapping his large arms around you from behind and smiling to himself as he felt you tense up under his touch, enjoying that you responded so eagerly to his touch. "I-I guess that's the idea."

"Hm...And what would your roommate think to you bringing strange, older men home to play?" He asked, letting his breath brush past your ear just to feel you shiver delightfully in his arms.

"I-I live alone, sir." Confirming what he suspected already with how organised everything was, tutting softly before he turned his head and whispered into your ear, making your heart pound as his low voice rumbled through your body delightfully, setting your nerves on fire already.

"Then I don't have to worry about making you scream, do I bunny?"

The words sent a shiver down your spine, turning around to see him biting at his tongue piercing, watching it run against his teeth before he wrapped his arms around your smaller body, letting his body press against yours before he chuckled darkly. Seeing how flustered you were, such a cute little thing that fed into his ego so perfectly, made him all too eager to dive into you and drink you up. But age had made him patient, and the weight of the spring-lock arm in his hand reassured that flare in his mind as he wondered if you really knew what you had walked yourself into when you met him. Such a project was impressive in itself.

A project that he could test on an all-too-willing subject whilst being adored for it, now that was a rare and precious gift.

"Show me your room then, or do you plan on me making a mess of you right here?" Prompting you to move as your cheeks once again heated up, eyes flickering over his smug grin and the dark light in his silvery eyes as you padded over to the door to your room. Opening it and gesturing for William to go inside first.

The beige walls had been decorated with plenty of posters of bands, but there were also cork-boards filled with blue-print paper and post-it notes of various colours detailing little formulas. Sometimes even simply scraps of paper torn from notebooks with various sketches and equations scribbled down as your creative mind had worked on the go. The desk littered with parts and boxes of spare pieces, recognising the disabled smoke-alarm sat on one part of the desk as you were probably using a soldering iron in your room despite the potential hazard.

He could see so much of himself in you, and soon he would definitely be seeing himself inside of you.

You sat on the edge of the double bed that had been crammed against the wall, sitting back on it slightly as William looked around your room with amusement and curiosity, his gaze landing on a small pile of fabric. Picking it up and inspecting it with a slightly furrowed brow.

"It's a prototype cover, for the arm." You explained, watching his eyes light up as he felt the velvety fabric beneath his rough fingertips and slipped on the spring-lock once again, pulling the cover over and feeling that familiar flexibility of foam covering the metal and the fabric over the top. "I tried to get the most accurate match I could to the original from photos."

"I'm sure I could find the original invoice for the fabric somewhere..it would tell you the exact dye code." He mused, watching your eyes light up in the way he'd seen in so few people when he talked shop. Smirking as you nodded your head eagerly, although he was quite impressed by how close the colour was to the original already. Leaving it on as he watched you, running the labret over his teeth before he spoke again. "Strip, slowly now bunny. I want to savour this image."

He kicked out the chair from your desk, sitting opposite you and leaning back with his legs spread. Giving you an ample view up the tall, older man's body as he put one arm over the back of the seat, the one in the spring-lock casually draped over his thick thigh as he watched you with a burning intensity.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for your hoodie again, slowly pulling it up your body and revealing the tank-top you'd been wearing. How your jeans hugged your hips as you looked away from your idol sat there, savouring you as your fingers found the hem of your tank-top and pulled it off of your body too. Throwing both articles of clothing into the corner somewhere, leaving you in a maroon bra and jeans, glancing at Afton to watch as he raised his peirced brow, gesturing with the spring-Bonnie hand to continue and making you feel even more flustered.

William watched as your jeans came off, being kicked away as you were left in just your underwear. He felt himself twitching in his jeans, a smirk creasing the corner of his eyes as he watched your fingers hook into the straps over your shoulders before he raised his finger in a pausing gesture, watching how your left breast moved slightly with your rapidly beating heart. Standing up slowly and taking slow, deliberate steps towards you and feeling his excitement growing as you looked so vulnerable stood in front of him, pressing down onto your shoulders and forcing to sit.

He took his sweet time sinking to his knees, resting his hands on either side of your knees and brushing up the inside of your thighs, able to feel the contrast between the soft cool velvet of the animatronic hand and the warm, rough callouses of his bare hand. Yelping as he moved quickly and snapped his grip to your hips, fingers hooking into your panties and pulling, biting into your skin for a moment and making your eyes water slightly before the material gave and left you entirely bare to him. The older man smirking before he looked over your body. The bare hand holding onto your hip again whilst the soft fabric of the spring-lock hand traced over the inside of your thigh with a practised precision.

"You know, I wonder if you managed to work out one...kink...that Henry and I never could," He murmured, voice low and soft as he shifted on his knees, jeans too tight on him as he glanced up at you and saw you watching him through thick lashes. "see, spring-locks have a nasty habit of snapping closed when exposed to water."

The colour drained from your face as you heard him speaking and felt the breath from your lungs being stolen as one of the fabric covered digits stroked your outer lips, making your whole body shudder at the strange new sensation. Realising what he was planning to do and suddenly more concerned for his wellbeing.

"I-I haven't tested-"

"Well consider this the test, bunny. If you did it right, I give you indescribable pleasure...And well...My hand gets mangled if you haven't." Shrugging as he pressed one of the thicker digits into your body, listening as you gasped and clutched onto his shoulders, feeling the slight burn and ache as he stretched you over the soft digit. Hearing William's soft groan of approval as he pushed into your body, the fabric surprisingly not rough on your body as he continued to the hilt, slowly dragging each stroke against your walls and observing how they made your body move and shudder. Each little quick breath and shivering gasp reaching his ears and informing how he moved, Afton partly observing your body and the rest of his attention on the mechanical device on his arm. Surprised how well it was holding up under the exposure as you grew more slick with his careful attentions.

"Such a good job for me, and I haven't even started on how sweet you sound yet." Chuckling as he slipped a second digit to join the first, making you whine as you were stretched somewhat uncomfortably, though William barely paused to see if you were okay and willing to continue. Finding the slightly spongey spot of your g-spot and curling his fingers into it, making your knuckles go white as you gripped your bedsheets, legs shaking either side of his shoulders. Afton leaned in, his breath warm against your increasingly sensitive folds before he pressed his face in, attacking your swollen clit with kisses and little licks.

His name fell from your lips followed by a string a of curses as one hand moved to his head, holding onto him as he purposely made his piercings catch the bundle of nerves as he lapped at you like a man starved whilst he used your own work to stretch and touch you. Combined together, it didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to tighten beyond belief, fraying as he increased his pace and showed you exactly what experience and a tongue piercing produced.

"William!" You screamed, toes curling and legs shaking as your knees pressed together, trapping the man's head between your thighs as he continued to assault your orgasming body so delightfully. His fingers and palm becoming soaked in your arousal, feeling the dampness leaking through the thin foam and fabric, just as he wanted as he tasted your sweetness on his tongue, lapping at it eagerly as he finally withdrew his fingers. Gripping your hips with both hands as the lewd, wet sound of him cleaning your orgasm off of your body with his lips and tongue as his scruff lightly burned against the inside of your thighs turned your cheeks flushed again, panting and fingers tightening in his hair as he threatened to quickly tip you into over stimulation.

Finally after a few more shaking moans as your thighs tightened on his head and he felt your body spasming under him, leaving you unsure if you had been left with one long orgasm or smaller ones in the aftershock, he relented. Grinning up at you and making a show of licking your slick from his beard and face, your eyes hazy and unable to focus properly and William Afton felt that dark pride that he'd fucked you stupid already and he hadn't even done all that much to you.

He had many more plans for his little fan, after all.

Standing up, your gaze following obediently, you watched as he inspected the spring-lock hand, testing the movements before he slipped it off of his own hand. Smiling in the way that made your stomach flutter with pride as well as the butterflies of being so close to the man you idolised, still coming down from your high. When William grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and picked it up off of his body, revealing his broad chest and the dark hair that covered it, trailing down his toned stomach and disappearing into his waistband, though he was quickly making short work of his jeans, your eyes went wide. Seeing that the intricate bio-mechanical designs extended over his shoulder and onto one pec, flexing slightly as he caught you admiring him, his large hands shoved his jeans off of his hips and left him in his black boxers. Straining against the thin fabric as he crawled ontop of you.

Dexterous fingers made light work of your bra, throwing it off with a growl before his calloused hands groped your breasts, kneading them eagerly as his knees pressed between yours, forcing them apart so that you were entirely on display for him. Feeling his hungry gaze running down your body as you tried to not whimper and moan too loudly, though you gasped as he pinched a nipple and rolled it between his fingers, lip curled into a slight sneer.

"Poor bunny, anybody would think you're all fucked out when I did the work for you!" Sitting back on his heels for a moment and he pushed his boxers off of his body, your eyes widening as his thick, erect cock smacked against his stomach. Drooling precum already, his hand wrapped around it and his thumb played with the silver piercing at the tip, smearing his own arousal on his shaft as he looked at your shocked expression with smug satisfaction. "Never seen one of these before?"

"N-No sir." Swallowing softly as you heard him groan, biting at his labret again before he sat back on your bed, taking some of your pillows and stacking them behind his back. His lopsided, cocksure grin making you feel more flustered than any peer who'd shared your bed had. Patting his lap in an almost condescending fashion before beckoning you over with one thick finger.

"Good girl, now, get yourself over here. How about I show you how good this can feel when it's pressing into all those hard to reach places?" Watching you crawl over to him, growing impatient as he throbbed harder at the sight. Grabbing your upper arms hard enough to make you bruise and yelp as he dragged you over. Breathing deeply as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck, holding his cock in one hand and the other pressing into the small of your back and positioning you over his tip.

"I'm not a patient man sometimes, bunny, you'll have to get used to that whilst you work with me."

You opened your mouth to speak as your brow furrowed, wondering what on earth he was talking about before he slammed you onto his length, knocking the breath out of your lungs as your eyes rolled back. Body shaking as your mouth remained open in a silent scream, hearing him moan as he felt your walls flutter around him. The sudden intrusion hitting all the sensitive spots that had barely recovered from his previous intensity.

"Fuck...." You breathed, making him chuckle as he bit your shoulder, sucking at the skin until he sat back to admire the dark hickey against your skin and the red imprint of his teeth against you. Deciding he liked how you looked all marked up for him.

"Fuck is right, bunny! I'm going to fuck you back to being stupid," He purred, placing his hands behind his head as he looked at you, watching as you tried to blink your senses back into place. "But you're going to put in a little work for me first, how about showing me how pretty you look bouncing."

The trembling in your legs wasn't enough to stop you from following his wishes. Your hands resting on the older man's broad chest, feeling the coarse hair beneath your fingers as you slowly began to move yourself up and down his length, body trembling as the piercing touched and stroked inside you like you'd never felt before, combined with his stretch, you weren't sure how long you were going to last as he let out a contented growl. Grey eyes half-lidded as he kept his hands behind his head, letting you do all the work for him and reaping the pleasure from it.

William loved watching how your face subtly twitched and contorted as you focused on your movements, his words before he slammed into you clearly playing quietly in the back of your mind. Hissing your name softly as you clenched around him, knowing he probably wasn't going to last too long with how worked up you'd gotten him.

The thought that he'd get to see you working for him, in his workshop, available to fluster and praise and fuck as much as he liked. You'd already dedicated your career to him, and now you were proving to be anything but boring as you continued to take his length, moaning and whimpering as your thighs shook from the effort. Still weak from his fingers and tongue. He ran his tongue over his teeth, moving one hand only to run it through his hair and over his beard, watching you intently.

Your pace was good, but not enough, wrapping one hand around your hip and guiding you up and down his length and making sure to grind your hips at the bottom as he filled you to the hilt. The way you clenched around him and he throbbed at the feeling bringing you both closer to the edge. Afton releasing his head finally and grabbing your other hip, using his large hands to set the pace you were expected to keep for him. Rolling his hips in time with the thrusts and making you whimper as each one seemed to press into spots that made you want to see stars.

His pace picked up, chasing his own high with a growl and sitting up more, looking up at his pretty bunny bouncing on his cock. Grip tightening on your hips before one hand moved to the back of your head and pulled you to him, kissing you hungrily and sloppily. The sensation of his piercings pressing into your skin and mixing with your tongue again making you shiver, wrapping your arms around him as he laid back. Moaning into the kiss as his hips began to hammer up into you, setting a brutal pace that you definately wouldn't have been able to keep had you been expected to do it by yourself. Whining into his mouth as you felt a second orgasm approaching rapidly, clenching tighter and harder around William, who moaned into your mouth too. The kiss becoming sloppier and more desperate as he made sure that it was a race to finish, wanting to feel you cumming around his cock, leave you breathless and stupid in his arms as he reached his own peak.

It didn't take long for his wishes to be fufilled, a silent scream leaving your mouth as your back arched, clenching hard around him and practically pulling his cock deep inside you as he swore. Fighting against your velvet walls as he gave a few more brutal thrusts whilst you soaked his dick before pulling out, stroking himself and painting your lower back with his load. Swearing under his breath as he pressed his forehead to yours, holding you close as both of you were left breathing hard and heavy.

"I could definitely... get used to this." He breathed, laughing as he let his head fall back against your pillows, still holding onto you, needing a few moments to compose himself once again before he looked up at your shaking body, how you blinked as you tried to orient yourself and wincing as he realised he might have gone a little hard.

Carefully extracting himself from beneath you, he looked around and found some tissues on your bedside, reaching over to grab them with a grunt and cradling you against his broad chest as he cleaned himself off of your back. Planting soft kisses against your shoulders before he chucked the tissues off into your room, rolling you over and laying you down onto your side. Standing up for a moment before he pulled the comforter on your bed over your body, knowing that you'd feel cold any moment now that everything had slowed down.

Climbing in next to you, his arms wrapped around you, kissing the top of your head and stroking between your shoulders and upper back as your body began to tremble.

"William..." You breathed, finally able to find words again as he planted another soft kiss to your head. Smiling softly against your hair as he closed his eyes for a moment.

"I'm here bunny, you did such a good job." Reassuring you as you felt like the world stopped spinning after a few moments, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his chest.

"Did...did you say I would be working with you?" You asked after a moment, hearing an embaressed chuckle running through the large man as another soft kiss was given freely and you looked up at him, seeing a sheepish smile on his face.

"That was quite bad of me, I decided your work was solid, so I wanted to offer you a job... Gotta remember to only take you on only one emotional rollercoaster at a time."

"You...You really do.. I..."

"Hush bunny, you're alright. We can discuss it when you wake up, but you should try and get some sleep." He suggested, and the way your body felt so heavy didn't beg an argument. Letting your eyes close and keeping your head pressed to his chest, his chin resting ontop of your head and stroking down your back as exhaustion started to take you.

Secretly, you were glad you'd decided to take snacks from the table. Who knew that you were going to find employment and a lover all wrapped into one tattooed, pierced package?

[yoveronn]

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Give Matthew Lillard a knife and he will become the most pookie juicy horror movie icon."

©Wise man

Original pic(found it on Pinterest):

[ohlookapan]

If anyone needs to laugh today, I BEG of you to go on Etsy and look at all the Matthew Lillard (or really any person you're hyperfixating on) stuff they have. I mean come on, you can get such amazing things like:

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Christmas list to sprint to.

[whorrorfix]

the way i’d let william throw me over his desk and have his way with me. like please just use me. i’m actually begging.

[its-fnaf-time-bitches]

I think its always sexy and right when people headcanon their favourite character as having the same disabillity/condition as them.

Gordon freeman? He's autistic non verbal now.

Crowley? What if, like some real snakes, he was partially blind.

Fricken micheal afton? Chronic pain, yknow those wires have to hurt.

Disabled people, you are always morally right for headcanonning able bodied characters as disabled, especially if it's your disabillity and double, especially if you never see that disabillity represented.

(Also, please reblog with your headcanons, I'd love to see them)