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.
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.
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.
i wanna give you the best head michael, wanna make you feel so good that you can't fucking think anymore. i wanna make you forget about your father betraying you and your mother leaving you and just make you feel so good.
you're such a good boy, michael. i want to make your mind all numb. then i can fuck you so hard into the mattress until you're crying from the pleasure. i can either ride you or use a strap-on, or both. whatever you're comfortable with baby boy~
no because i'm literally spending my time talking to a dead guy in a suit instead of doing my homework, but he makes me feel things that i cannot explain so dead guy>homework
🎂 anon here, do you think William is ever submissive?
that's a great question! i think it's a very rare case. i'd personally say he's only submissive if he's in a really emotional state, like crying or just genuinely really upset or sad LOL. it definitely does happen though!
he's especially submissive if you catch him while he's upset and start palming his hard-on or something, his poor little mind will be too preoccupied and his body will be too weak to take control, so you can pretty much do whatever you want with him, he's your toy now. <3
so imagine william sees you curling your hair a lot, and sometimes your arms get really sore from it if your hair is being a pain and won't curl properly, so william asks you to teach him so he can do it for you. 🤭
when he's doing your hair, he's so precise with the curls that you like and he's always very careful about not burning you.
he treats every strand so delicately and loves to run his fingers through the curls when they're done. you can't see, but it always makes him a blushing mess.
one night, he's doing the curls under your hair and closer to your neck when he accidentally burns you. you yelp at the pain. william yanks the curling iron away and lifts up your hair to look at the burn.
"oh, sweetheart, i'm so sorry. i'm so very sorry, fuck i wasn't being careful enough. are you alright?"
you slowly tilt your head back to look at william. he's completely taken aback by the look on your face. your lips are parted so far that your mouth is almost hanging open, your tongue at the edge of your bottom lip, and your cheeks are all flushed. there's a look in your eyes too, a look that william knows very well.
he takes you to your bed and lays you on your stomach, moving your hair out of the way to kiss and lick the burn. he promised you that he'd properly clean the wound after. you moan and whimper with every time a part of his mouth touches the burn, as it reignites the burning feeling.
william had no clue you were into this, but he's loving it.
just another random thought i decided to write about today.
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