i've been imagining creepy obsessed stalker william recently and... hoooo boy.
(creepiness, stalker behavior, and nasty boy william below the cut)
you'd never expect it, either. he seems like a completely ordinary guy whenever you see him. he's kind, pleasant to talk to, cordial towards you. maybe he shows a little favoritism with you over other people, but hey, maybe he's just friendly.
you don't know the full scope of his obsession towards you until you accidentally stumble across his collection. every time you two have met, he's managed to take something from you, whether it be a picture he snapped without you realizing or a piece of jewelry you thought went missing in your car somewhere. the crowning jewel of his collection (more like a shrine built to you, really) is a pair of your underwear he managed to steal from your bedroom after watching your house for weeks. it was difficult to get, but ohhh was it worth it. he gets off to the smell of you just about every night.
but when you confront him about it, he's not ashamed of it. he doesn't see any problem with it at all, and he doesn't know why you would be so upset. can't you see that this is all for you? no one else loves you as much as he does, he's certain of it. come on, sweetheart, let him show you how perfect you are. let him show you how much he really loves you...
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i love the idea of comforting a self conscious william. that man definitely takes pride in his appearance, and as he gets older, he starts to grow more critical about himself. his graying hair, his growing dad belly, his springlock scars, he sees them all as signs of failure.
but not you. you love them all. his graying temples make him look mature. his tummy makes him appear soft and huggable. his scars are a sign of strength, that he was able to survive that.
william counts himself lucky, that he's found such a sweet, loyal little thing like you.
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hi i saw u we're hunting for william fic recd and can i just get like a bratty career counselor client? like steve raglan/william bc mm that desk brother ‼️
i like the way you think! hope this delivers!
contains: gender neutral reader, aggressive dom william, sub reader, blowing him under the desk
you knew you were in trouble from the moment you entered the room.
maybe it was the look on mr. raglan's face when he saw you sit before him for the third time that month. maybe it was the exasperated sigh that escaped his lips upon seeing you. or maybe it was the way he shook his head like a disappointed dad. either way, you were already on edge by the time you sat down.
mr. raglan looked from you, down to your file in his hand, then back up to you. "you're just a glutton for punishment, it seems."
he sighed and threw the file down on his desk with a smack. "this is the fourth time you've been in my office in the past two months," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "i have other clients waiting on me, yet you keep coming in here and wasting my time. i mean, seriously, are you even trying at this point? it took you, what, two weeks to get fired from your last job?"
"a week and a half," you corrected him, your expression dangerously confident for someone in your position.
mr. raglan raised an eyebrow, his eyes wide with incredulity. "excuse me?" he asked.
you knew what you were doing. this was exactly what you wanted.
"i said," you spoke up, straightening your posture and leaning forward to meet his eye, "it took me a week and a half to get fired from my last job."
mr. raglan's expression shifted as he leaned forward in his chair, propping his elbows up on the desk. he squinted slightly and turned his head, analyzing you, like a snake waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"you know what i think?" he asked, his voice hissing out from between his teeth. "i think you keep getting fired because you have no respect. you don't care what people tell you, do you?"
with a smug look on your face, you leaned back in your chair and kicked your feet up on his desk, shoving some papers aside with your shoe. "you tell me," you retorted.
that seemed to set mr. raglan off. for a moment, you thought he might move around the desk and grab you with how quickly he stood up from his chair. as soon as anger flashed over his face, however, it vanished, replaced with a hard glint in his eye.
"i think it's time you learned some respect," mr. raglan said, sitting back down in his chair and reaching for his belt. "looks like i'll have to be the one to teach you."
your mouth began to water as mr. raglan leaned back in his chair and reached into his pants. you'd been fantasizing about somehow getting with him ever since you'd first met him for job counseling, but now, as he freed his cock from his boxers, you couldn't believe this was happening. his cock was bigger than you'd anticipated, thick and veiny, already dripping precum. his steely gaze fixed onto you as he jerked himself off without a care in the world.
"now here's what you're gonna do," mr. raglan said. "we have twenty minutes left in our session. for wasting my time, you're gonna get under this desk, and i'm gonna put that smart mouth of yours to good use. now, come on. i don't have all day."
you moved almost as in a trance around his desk, getting down on your knees in front of him to fit under his desk. mr. raglan patted one thigh, and you quickly moved between his legs, eager to taste your prize. you didn't hesitate to lick his cock from base to tip, precum salty on your tongue, before wrapping your lips around the tip, teasing the slit. mr. raglan groaned in satisfaction as you began to take him further and further into your mouth. he sank his fingers into your hair, lightly tugging on your scalp as you hollowed your cheeks, humming around his length.
"that's it, just like that," mr. raglan praised. "just keep going." he chuckled weakly, then said, "keep doing that, and i'll do a little something for you in return."
you could feel heat blooming in your belly at the prospect, and you started to suck him off with a renewed gusto.
this was going much, much better than you'd hoped.
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