The Way He Speaks // W. Afton

the way he speaks // w. afton

tw: smut, plus sized fem reader, age gap, boss/employee, lots of cum, tiny bit of degradation (and i hate it but it fits), mentions of blood, william is v condescending and mean but he loves you ok, corruption kink, mentions of michael liking reader, pet names, pervy william, period play, cunnilingus, this isn't a coherent story so each sentence doesn't necessarily take place in the same time frame

"Hiya, I'm William. Your new boss. You must be Y/N!" William beams, outstretching his hand. The moment your skin touches his he knew he had to have you.

It starts off slow, he's gentle and kind. Playing the devilishly handsome caring boss. He's a divorced single-father of three despite his children being grown. "Ah, you must know Michael and Elizabeth. They work at other locations for me, we traveled there you and I, just this last week. Remember?"

But it evolves into more. Lingering touches and excited glances. Fingers brushing together as you pass each other in the pizzeria's corridor. "You're so pretty, hard to believe such a pretty face has no one chasin' after her, huh?" His fingers caress your face, a seemingly innocent gesture for those who didn't know he was your much older boss.

"Them stupid boys. Don't know what they're missing." William's smile is particularly debonair though his gaze is feline with the way he watches you. He sends a quick wink before returning to his paperwork.

And ends with you falling into his office, tugging off each other's clothes after the pizzeria is closed. Your hands flying for his belt, the heat of the buckle searing into your hand as you free his length. "Couldn't take how pretty you looked anymore. Had to do something. Anything."

"Spread your legs for me, sweet thing." William speaks gruffly, hand tightening into a fist around his leaking hard cock. "Gonna make you my pretty little housewife."

"Stick out your tongue and say 'ahh'. Now, swallow. That's a good girl." His thumb swipes along your lower lip, scooping up any fallen cum and pushing it back between your closed lips.

"You can hardly take one cock in this tiny pussy, how will you ever fit two?" He prods the dildo just beneath where his cock sits wedged deep inside, pushing the head against your walls as your hole gives away and opens, greedily sucking in the faux dick.

"I'll kill those fucking pricks for touching you. C'mere, doll, daddy's gotcha." He's collecting you in his arms, peppering kisses around your face.

"So sweet, so pliant. So needy." His hands grip your stomach, driving your hips back and forth on his length.

"You can take another one, right? Can your pussy take a sixth orgasm? Bet you can. Gotta make you squirt." His fingers hover over your trembling clit, oozing a mixture of your juices and his cum.

"My pretty employee. Now, what would your coworkers say if they saw you sucking the boss's cock like a desperate whore?" He fists your hair, grinning as you choke on his cock. His hips rut against you, forcing more of his length down til he's spraying cum at the back of your throat.

An arrogant scoff. "You really think your period would put me off of eating you out? Lie back, orgasms are supposed to help with cramps. Can't wait to be dripping red while I devour your perfect cunt."

"You really know how to take it out of me, princess." He grunts over the phone call, grasping his weeping cock tight. He zooms in on the picture you sent, eyeing the purple dildo stuffed deep within your ass, a near perfect copy of his own dick.

Long fingers caress your face. "I can see why Michael is so smitten with you. You're beautiful. Ethereal, even." Before he's pulling you into a kiss, tongue parting patient lips as he swallows in your moans.

A harsh pain against your ass cause you to yelp. William grasps your pants, holding fast and pulls the band up through your ass cheeks, whistling lowly. "Never knew you had such a fine ass, doll. I'm very glad I started making you wear this little skirt to work."

William writhes above you, throwing his head back. "You're fuckin' killing me. Your family will kill me more if they know a grown man is defiling their twenty-something year old daughter." A smirk lifts to his face.

"Put on a little show for me. I wanna watch." William sits in his office chair, legs spread and pink cock exposed to the cool air. He shudders with delight practically shaking with vibrations as you bare yourself to him.

His touch is careful, practiced. Pulling you to sit in his lap and grind your clothed cunt against his weeping cock. "Fuck, just like that. God, look at how you make me leak."

William's wide-eyes remain ever focused on how the precum taints the pretty fabric of your underwear. An evident dark spot makes his eyes roll back into his skull. "Fuck, fuck, fuck--you're gonna be the death of me, doll."

You move your panties to the side and eagerly lower yourself onto his bare cock. Eager to feel him for the first time, you wanted it to be raw.

"You're not even all the way down my cock and I'm gonna fuckin' burst. You're perfect. Fuckin' hell, doll."

IMAGINE GETTI G THE APPROVAL OF GAKUHO FUCKING ASANO AS AN S/O FOR HIS ONLY SON. GOD MUST HAVE BEEN SHINING DOWN ON SAID S/O ON THAT DAY

ANYWAY, THANK YOU I REALLY REALLY ENJOYED THIS!!!

Hey, I'd really love to read about Gakushuu Asano from Assclass introducing his s/o to his dad! I'd love to see what you come up with!

Tysm! I hope this is a good read, sidenote this takes place after we get a little backstory on his dad :

Gakushuu Asano introducing his s/o to his dad

"No, abseloutly not."

"Oh come on-"

Clearly it's gonna take a bit of time before Asano even considers letting you anywhere near his dad.

You'll have to be the one to suggest the meeting to begin with.

It's not you bub, it's just that their relationship is a bit strained.

Protective bb.

After a lot of nagging and promises he'll budge because at the end of the day Asano does understand that one way or another you'll have to meet his father.

You're one of the few rays of light of peace and normalcy he gets and he doesn't need his father ruining that.

At least that's what he thinks his father will do.

He just wants your relationship with him to be as happy and healthy as possible and he'll stop at nothing to do it.

Even if it means you meeting his dad.

He will give you a whole lot of warnings and speeches on the drive to meet his father.

"You also have to-"

"I promise I'll be fine Asano."

"But-"

Pls, he's trying his best, he's just worried (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Greeting his dad will be quite an awkward matter since while your trying to bow in respect you've got your slightly pissed off boyfriend sending death glares to his own father.

Elbow him in the side pls

By now his dad is trying to put in some effort to being a better parent.

But that doesn't mean he still isn't a harsh critique.

The level of intimidation you will receive from his father is ungodly.

It's a good thing you have Asano as an indirect body guard ready with snide remarks but you'll have to hold up on your own to gain his dad's approval 😶

Dinner will pass by well enough but with the air thick with tension.

His dad will make an effort in conversation and you'll find yourself engaging in many small intellectual debates.

You'll have to be confident and poised but still respectful.

You might even catch his father off guard with a good reply, that will surely improve your chance of success.

If your well informed on many topics and able to keep up with the sharp parent then congratulations you've gained a smidge of a smile and some progress has been made.

Asano will eventually loosen up to pitch in conversation as well but he'll have your hand gripped tight in his and his guard is still up.

Pls squeeze his hand, he may look confident but he still nervous and needs the reassurance. 🙃

Thankfully the night will pass swiftly and his father has deemed you well enough but not without the occasional jabs at the start of your interaction.

Look at you go, wow you've done the impossible. 👏

The tension will fade slightly but it is still ever so present, Asano is not one to forgive and forget he needs time.

But this is a step in the right direction.

You've formed a more of mutual respect with his father.

His father will give him a little nod that you might not notice and maybe then a little smile will appear before both of you leave.

Eventually Asano will drive you home with a kiss goodbye and he may not show it but you just lifted a huge weight off his shoulder with how the day's events concluded.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SEGGSY SNIPER CHIBA!

I'm meeting my first pot tomorrow and I'm really nervous! 😳 Any advice?

Dress simply but be attuned to the destination. Meeting at a Starbucks? Wear soft designer jeans and minimal jewellery. Meeting at a ✩✩✩✩+ restaurant? Wear an LBD and diamond studs. 

Be 5–10 minutes early. You will not look overeager. Should he arrive after you and ask how long you’ve been waiting, smile and tell him that it’s inconsequential because you just know he’ll make it up to you in the long run. 

Don’t drink more than one alcoholic drink per hour, no matter how good your alcohol tolerance. 

Put your phone on silent. I shouldn’t even have to say this. 

Don’t get flustered. Smile until your cheeks hurt. Then, keep smiling. Before you answer any questions, give yourself a second – just a second – to think about how you intend to answer. Try not to speak before thinking and when you answer, don’t stutter or mumble. Your eloquence and thoughtfulness will impress him but it will also subtly inform him that you pay attention and can’t be easily screwed over.

Ask him follow-up questions and bite your lip gently as he answers. Lean in a little bit closer, cross your legs so that your body is angled towards him and brush your knee against his. Play with your hair and brush your hands against your shoulder and collar bone, mimicking ‘subconscious’ indicators of interest through falsified body language.

At the end of the meeting, touch his shoulder and thank him genuinely for his time. Ask if he’d mind terribly if you were to give him a hug; make sure you’ve spritzed perfume in your hair so he’ll smell your perfume when he hugs you. He’ll be thinking about your perfume all day. 

Try to have fun. Someone has a vested interest in paying you merely for bestowing your presence upon them – how awesome is that? You’re a goddess and an all-around cool chick. Even if this date doesn’t work out, you deserve a pat on the back and an extra hour worshipping yourself in the bath, you gorgeous thing, you!

Most important of all, stay safe. Download an app that will check in on you or let a friend (be it someone you know exclusively on Tumblr or someone you’ve known your whole life) know where you are. Avoid places that aren’t public or well-lit where possible and if you start to feel uncertain, ask to stop at or near an ATM where there is usually security cameras, decent lighting, etc. and ask him to leave you alone before calling a cab. Trust your instinct if your body goes into fight-or-flight.

being toji’s little bunny as he splits you apart on his cock.

being his fuck bunny.

— ft: toji x female reader. | tw: size difference, size kink, daddy kink, use of the nickname ‘bunny’, tummy bulge, mentions of breeding.

— a/n: you guys really seem to like the toji content :O can’t complain though, he’s probably one of my favourites to write for <33

“Daddy! ‘S too— deep!” You squealed for the nth time as he pressed a thumb to your neglected clit, smirking when you jolted at the motion.

“Yeah? Can you feel Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” He grinned as he pressed a hand to where his cock bulged out your stomach, the pressure eliciting a cute yelp out of you. The difference in size between the two of you was alarmingly arousing, and Toji found that to be evident in the way he throbbed inside you.

The more he pushed into you, the faster his thumb had to circle your clit in order to get your pussy to loosen up, but even that only caused you to flutter that much more around him. Sure, it made it difficult to penetrate you, but goddamn was it the hottest thing.

“My pretty bunny, look at you,” the large man above you growled, scar stretching as his lips curled up with interest. “So good for me.”

And you really were, digging your nails into his strong arms as your hips stuttered against his. Your bottom lip was protruded in an adorable pout, the meekest of whines escaping you. You were yet to look at him directly, eyes in a constant roll to the back of your skull.

Toji chuckled and pressed a thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “You love being my little breeding bunny, don’t you, little girl?”

then they were roommates ┃ sweet deception with thoma

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader with no set of pronouns, roommate! thoma, use of sedatives, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it!), pervert! thoma, noncon, he takes pics of you, male masturbation, pervert and a bit ooc thoma ♥︎

AN. another reposted work. i promise that i'd be posting new ones soon <3 just a little more from my part on actually editing the drafts that i have here but anyway, enjoy our ooc pervert, roomie thoma!

thoma is the sweetest roommate you’d ever ask for!

besides the fact that he constantly reminds you of the tasks you have absentmindedly forgotten or prepares breakfast in the morning, he also helps you with your projects whenever he has some time to spare.

you also want to take note of the tea he always makes!

“hey thoma! you haven’t told me what brand this tea is.”

the weekend had just arrived and you were left sprawled in the comforts of your blankets while watching another rom-com with thoma. he was laid adjacent to your side, the two loveseats occupied by your tired bodies.

“silly, how many times do i need to tell you that i handmade this! you can help me pick up the ingredients tomorrow morning if you want,” thoma offers with a smile. he can see how you immediately perked up in interest, nodding your head in agreement. “well, just make sure that you sleep early now since i often leave around 5.”

and he hears you grunt afterward.

“come on now, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this, yeah?” he encourages you, standing up from his seat. he eyes you, taking a huge sip of your tea before dropping down the cup on the nearby table. he shudders, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips before he reaches out both his hands to help you stand up.

as you do, you can feel your body slipping into a relaxed state, almost stumbling and falling back into the seat. but thoma was fast and had an arm wrapped around your body, gently cradling you in his warmth.

“easy now,” he mumbles. it felt quite nice to be wrapped in his embrace as the nature of his being caring seeps through while he guides you to your room. “getting sleepy now, aren’t you?”

you hummed, feeling the softness of your blanket caressing your skin as thoma gently lays you down on your bed. as each second passes by, you find your eyes can barely keep themselves open. and before you were consumed by sleep, you can hear the faint whisper from your roommate, a sweet smile etched on his face.

“sweet dreams f/n.”

it was truly sweet, thoma had always been like this every day and you barely notice the patterns. he is someone so kind, dependable, selfless, and caring so you trust him. there’s never a reason to doubt him, not when he had you gullible just as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong but thoma genuinely cares for you. he likes you, a lot. but the intensity of his emotions quickly becomes too much for him to handle. you were so pretty, so perfect in his eyes that he can’t help but give you what he thinks you’d want, what you’d like, what you’d find worthy of your affection.

but he thinks that fucking you when you’re asleep is something you wouldn’t approve of.

when he sees the steady motion of your chest, lungs pumping air in and out of your relaxed and vulnerable state, he’s quick to adjust your body, letting you lie flat on your back and your legs pressed on each side. you’ve always looked beautiful to him, no matter what you wear, no matter how unkempt your hair was.

and he finds you most beautiful spread out like this for him to take. an angel you are in his eyes.

he groans when he feels his cock ache inside his tight pants. you’re just that perfect, fuck, he’s so damn lucky that he’s the one who gets to share this apartment space with you and not just a random bastard who wouldn’t treat you like he does.

he just hope you wouldn’t find out the debauched person he can be.

thoma wants to put all the blame on you. you should be held accountable for how adorable you are, and how your beaming eyes always had him hooked whenever you tell him what happened in uni. you should know that he’s utterly smitten from how much you cling to him, trusting him to the point where you don’t even notice that the tea he makes was the very reason why he had you pressed down like this.

of course, he wouldn’t dare hurt you. he’s not an asshole who just takes advantage of you like this and ends up hurting you in any way or form. thoma would spend the time preparing you, holding you, and pleasing you before he could even please himself.

as he had your legs spread open, he would gently remove your pants, revealing you in your underwear. he finds it cute how you wear this particular pair every weekend, the soft pastel red cotton undies he always love!

then he would notice how you’d shiver, feeling the cold gust of wind welcoming your flushed skin. thoma would cover you up with the blanket he made for you, smiling as he remembers how you were elated to receive this from him.

as he provides you a source of warmth, he would continue and leave kisses on your thighs, his large hands pressing down to spread your legs wider. he dares not leave any hickeys, as much as his mind tells him to mark you already. he can do that later when you’re finally sober enough to know what the hell he’s doing.

after leaving feather-like kisses on both your thighs, thoma would press two of his fingers between your clothed cunt, sliding up and down your slit. he can hear the gentle hums of satisfaction escaping your lips.

“even when you’re in deep sleep, you’ve always loved being pleasured like this, huh?” he whispers, putting in some pressure that the tip of his finger glides down your clit. “we wouldn’t want to mess this though,” he adds before he hooks two of his fingers to the band of your underwear and slowly pulls it off your body.

with your lower half exposed for his eyes to feast on, thoma almost came at the sight of your cunt slightly shimmering from your slick. he curses under his breath, impatient because he just wants to shove his cock but had put an immense focus so to mentally stops himself.

before he even loses control, he moves his head down and has his lips close in your cunt. he hums, satisfied, tasting you as his tongue laps up and down your clit. he can finally taste you, so sweet against the sensitive flesh of his mouth. you were addicting, thoma can’t help but give your pussy lips a kiss before he had his whole mouth sucking on your poor cunt.

he felt your thighs occassionally close back from the sensation, your eyebrows furrowing that your sleep-induced state tries to focus on the pleasurable feeling you’re receiving between your legs.

“you’re so damn cute,” thoma mutters before he goes back on assaulting your sensitive clit. he wants to hear you moan, to hear you whimper about how good he’s treating you, how good he was on eating you out, on pleasing you but that can wait.

after flicking his tongue on your sensitive nub, he had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your hole. you were so wet, so ready for him to take but he wants to make you cum first. thoma goes back on sucking on your clit as his fingers smoothly go in and out of your hole, adjusting it to reach the most sensitive spot inside that he knew by heart. you were so warm, so tight around two of his digits.

the pleasure he gets from fucking you like this had him rutting his hips down the bed, cock itching to shove itself inside your warmth and have your tight walls snuggle it closer. his pants' already ruined from his pre. he groans as he does so, eyes peering up to witness how your back softly arched from the vibrations he had let go on your clit. thoma can feel how close you are, your warm walls sucking him in with fervor.

“that’s it f/n. go on, cum for me,” he says even if you won’t even hear him or know that it was him pleasuring you like this. your walls clamped on his fingers, your hole gushing out so much slick as thoma didn’t stop sliding his digits in and out to ride your high.

your body was still shaking a bit from the aftermath of your orgasm when thoma swiftly moved up and pulled his hard and aching cock out of his already-ruined pants. he hissed as the warmth of his hands made contact with his skin, quickly rubbing the bulbous head on your cunt to relieve himself from the pain.

“‘want you so badly, f/n, just let me—” slowly, he pushes himself inside your walls, grunting at the sudden tightness engulfing him. he eyes your body, those emerald hues watching every twitch of your eyebrow and how your chest lets go of a shaky breath as he finally pushes all the way in. “fuck, you feel so good around me.”

thoma’s head was spinning at the view he’s getting of you even more when he looks down to where you’re both connected. his long girth feels just perfect to be inside you, smoothly sliding in and out. hell, he wanted to roughly bend you in half and shove himself as deep as he could but you might wake up. he doesn’t want that but fuck, you’re making it so hard for him.

in seconds, he rocks his hips against your body, his thighs softly smacking against your butt as he slowly ruts himself in your core. thoma bites down on his lips, focusing on being gentle while getting the most out of your cunt. he closes his eyes, savoring how your walls sucks him in, tightening every time he bottoms out. he was so big yet he had managed to have you adjust to his size perfectly, molding you to have his cock alone.

he was close, the pleasure so intense on bis lower half he had somehow let go of his focus and started a rather quick pace in fucking you. he hears you whimpering, his mind thinking that you’re awake and was ushering him to go faster, that you’re close too, that you want him to make a mess out of you.

“anything for you, f/n. fuck, i’d do anything for you,” he utters with a moan, sweat glistening on his forehead, his balls slapping oh so loudly against your thighs covered with your slick. and he pulls out, groaning as his cold hands started to jerk on his sensitive cock before he lets out his thick cum just right outside your hole.

thoma could barely keep in his moans, shivering at how he coats your pussy lips with his load that you looked so damn messy but fuck, you’re just so beautiful in his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispers but gained back his focus in seconds when he hears you humming. his eyes darted back to your face only to see that you’re still fast asleep.

thoma sighs, shaking his head, and went back down to look at your cum-stained cunt. he could just jerk again at the sight but doesn’t want to wake you sooner than he’d think he might. but, before he puts your legs back down and it let relax, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly took pictures of your body, more on how he ruined you below, angling it where he can see how he had claimed you to be his.

with this sweet smile on his face, he bends down and slowly left a kiss on your forehead.

“sweet dreams, angel. i hope that we can spend more time soon.”

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