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hgedits · 1 year
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If you notice, in fiction, when someone is a bad guy, they don't read. So, with Will, I thought this was an opportunity to have the hero be someone with a disability, with dyslexia, instead of someone we think ill of. A lot of times people with a kink in their wiring – dyslexia or dyscalculia or one of the attention deficit disorders – can see things and solve problems in a really unique way. – Karin Slaughter
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limeskye · 22 days
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BETTY'S OUTFIT IM DYING
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sarcasmcloud · 1 year
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Will Trent + scars
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bullet-prooflove · 7 months
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Deserving - Will Trent x Reader (NSFW)
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Tagging: @words-and-seeds
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You need more from Will tonight; he can always tell when it comes to you. It’s in the way that you kiss him, your full body leaning into it so desperate, so wanting. Since the two of you have become intimate, he’s always been able to read you. When your fingers come to toy with his tie, he knows exactly what you need.
“So, this is what you want huh?” He murmurs as he pulls the tie from the collar of his shirt and holds it up in front of you. “Does my girl need me to take care of her?”
You exhale, your thighs gripping his hips just a little tighter as you review the taut fabric between his hands. He sees the rawness in your eyes, the desire to have every single part of you stripped away. You spend day after day building up this armour, it’s the only way to survive this job but when it comes to taking it off…
It’s not as easy as just leaving it at the door.
“You ain’t got nothing to say sugar?” He tuts, his heated lips ghosting up the curve of your throat. “You know the rules. You have to tell me what you want.”
“I need you to take control.” You whisper as his teeth graze that deviant little space just underneath the hinge of your jaw. “I need to get out of my own head for a while.”
Will understands it. He’s built the same way, instead of giving up control he craves it. It’s the reason the two of you work so well, he’s attuned to your vices, the same way your attuned to his.
“Alright darlin.” He drawls as his fingertip pops the first button of your shirt. “I’ll take care of you.”
He’s tender when he takes you to bed, his lips brushing over yours as he undresses you slowly. For Will every time is like unwrapping a gift. He peels away the layers revealing pretty pink lace, he knows you’ve worn this just for him. His thumb teases over your nipple, bringing it to attention before his mouth encloses on it. His tongue flicks over the fabric and the noise that leaves your mouth makes his dick twitch in his trousers.
“Turn over for me.” He requests. “Onto your stomach.”
You do as you’re told, and he gets a full view of that perfect peach of yours, that sliver of lace disappearing between your cheeks. He’s leaking by the time he grabs up the tie from it’s place on the nightstand.
“Hands.” He murmurs and you obey, placing one wrist over the other at the small of your back.
He’s careful as he binds your hands together, he leaves enough give so that you’re safe but secure. His fingertips trail down along the curve of your spine, ghosting along the hem of your thong before his palm covers your ass, squeezing tightly. You moan into the mattress, grinding against the sheets.
Will smiles because his girl just can’t seem to help herself.
He draws back his hand and spanks you, the sound resonating through the air as he utters the word.
“Behave.”
He leaves you there, sprawled out on your stomach amongst his sheets. His eyes are on you as he undresses, his gaze fixed on the glistening lace between your legs. You’re soaked already, he can see the shine in the low light from the lamp on the nightstand.
“On your knees.” He says before he strips off his trousers.
You comply, drawing your knees up underneath you so that your ass is in the air and your cheek pressed to the mattress. It’s a gorgeous sight, one he knows how to make even better. His fingers snag on your underwear, drawing it down your thighs until you’re completely on display for him.
“So pretty like this.” He whispers as his palms come to rest on your cheeks, holding you open. “I’m going to ruin you darlin, gonna fuck all of those thoughts right out of your head.”
You whine as his tongue traces over your nakedness, the noise stifled by the sheets. He’s deliberate with his teasing, firm and unrelenting. The thing you love about Will is his attention to detail and he uses that as a weapon as he exploits every single one of your weaknesses. He focuses his attention  on your clit, tracing over it in dexterous circles before he returns to your opening, fucking you once again.
You cry out into the sheets, the sound muffled and Will moans into your pussy. This position, it’s perfection, he has you right where he wants you. All you can do is take the pleasure he bestows upon you, and all Will can do is love you the way that you deserve to be loved.
He doesn’t let you come, that would be too easy. He wants you delirious with the pleasure when he takes you, that’s part of the game, it’s how he divests you of all the chaos that resides in your head.
When he edges you for the third time, he knows you’ve reached your limit. You’re a writhing mess on his sheets, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you call his name. It’s that pleading tone that gets him, the yearning in your voice. In that moment you need him just as much as he needs you.
The problem is he’s always needs you.
In bed and out of it.
It’s bliss, the sensation of easing inside of you. It always is. A moment of true connection, something that Will has spent his entire life craving.
“Oh honey,” He drawls, his palm grasping the tie that binds your wrists together before he draws you back onto his cock. “You feel like a god damn dream.”
You take him so well, you’re wet, tight and just the perfect fit. He fucks you with long, unhurried strokes, his cock dragging over your sweet spot over and over again. His fingers tangle in your hair, drawing you up against his body, his chest pressing against your back as he wraps his arms around you holding you close. He knows you need the intimacy, that it heightens the experience, you need to feel safe in the moment, cared for.
He knows you’re on the cusp, he can feel in the way you flutter around him, hear it in the way you say his name.
All you need is a little push and Will knows exactly what to say to get you there.
“You deserve this.” He whispers to you. “You deserve to be happy, to be loved.”
Those words, they tip you right over the edge, sending you into a freefall as the ecstasy tears through you like a wildfire. It steals away your thoughts, your sanity and everything else in between. Will’s grip on you tightens as he comes, his cock buried all the way into the hilt as he spills his release deep inside of you.
“I love you.” He breathes into your ear as he cradles you close. “I promise I’m always going to love you.”
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dirtbagdefender · 1 year
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the kids + their hankies
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jacobglaser · 1 year
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You're Trashcan, right? It's been a while. We called you that because they found you in a trash can? It was actually a dumpster. Trashcan had a better ring, I guess.
→  Will Trent // 1x01 Pilot
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pedroam-bang · 6 months
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Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen (2009)
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sgtgrunt0331-3 · 9 months
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"Give this to my wife, and get them off this goddamn freeway... that's an order."
(Battle: Los Angeles, 2011)
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sbakersblog · 19 days
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tvshowpilot · 1 year
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Here’s everything you need to know about Will Trent, ABC's upcoming crime drama starring Ramón Rodríguez which is based on bestselling novels by Karin Slaughter.
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hgedits · 1 year
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Don't you think hiding your secret is more stressful than just dealing with everyone knowing?
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limeskye · 2 months
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Will Trent Season 1 Title Cards
Will Trent Season 2 Title Cards here
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aurore59 · 1 year
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rodriguezramon: Last week we wrapped filming the first season of Will Trent. What an incredible ride! A journey that’s impossible to do alone and we had so many things working in our favor. Great source material by @karinslaughterauthor / Talented writers led by our showrunners @lizheldens and @danielthomsen / An incredibly talented and lovely cast. A dedicated crew that supported and inspired us. A hard working production office that kept it all going. Amazing directors that each left their unique imprint on the show… And of course there was Betty and her incredible trainers. I can go on and on… it truly takes an entire village.
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sarcasmcloud · 1 year
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“I can’t find Will.” - Will Trent s01e07
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bullet-prooflove · 5 days
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Trying!Series Part Four: Two Months - Will Trent x Reader
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Tagging: @yezzyyae @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @cassiopeiablog @kmc1989
Trying!Series:
Part One: Notions - Seeing you with a baby opens Will up to a future he never contemplated.
Part Two: Trying - You and Will struggle to give each other what you really want, causing friction in the relationship.
Part Three: Thirty Days - Your plans to start a family with Will are put on hold when he goes undercover as Bill Black.
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It’s two more months before Will comes home. That’s how long it takes for him to unravel CK’s real identity and disband her operation. He doesn’t see you throughout that time, it’s too dangerous. He’d learned the morning after you’d slipped out that CK had gotten word he’d taken a working girl to bed. It’s then he realises how closely he was being watched. There’s no phone calls or visits after that.
The night you spent together; it sustains him. He lies in bed reliving it over and over again until it’s etched into his memory.
He's exhausted when he steps over the threshold, both physically and emotionally. This whole case has taken a toll on him, but the last couple of days have been the most harrowing. He’d barely escaped the apartment complex with his life, he’s lucky that he’d made some strong connections in his time undercover, or he might not have made it back at all.
You’re sitting on the couch reading, Betty curled up in your lap when he closes the door behind him. He looks at the two of you and something in his heart just settles because finally he’s back where he’s supposed to be.
He’s still a little quiet, a little withdrawn. It’s hard for him making the adjustment from Bill Black to Will Trent. He’s spent the past two months guarded, closed off.
You undress him in the bathroom, your hands light and gentle as you undo the buttons of his shirt. When he steps underneath the spray, he feels the tension beginning to unfurl from his muscles as your careful hands smooth shower foam over his tired form. His forehead comes to rest against yours, his eyes closing as the water flows over his body.
“I missed you so much.” He whispers. “I didn’t mean to be away for so long.”
“I know.” You tell him, your thumb chasing over the line of his jaw. “It’s ok.”
He doesn’t realise how much he needs to hear that until the words leave your lips. Before he left the two of you were trying for a baby, undergoing fertility testing, discussing options if you couldn’t start a family the traditional way. This case had derailed all of that, you’d been forced to put your life on hold, your dreams.
He stays in the shower for a long time after you leave to cook dinner, letting the water rinse away all traces of Bill Black. There were things he had to do undercover that he isn’t proud of, it takes him a while to erase the feel of Rosa from his skin. It went no further than kissing and a little light petting on her behalf but still it weighs on him. He knows it means nothing, that you’ll give him that look and remind him of the time you’d had to do something similar but still he hates it.
It's when he’s throwing away the empty toothpaste tube that he spots the pregnancy test sticking out of the bin. He picks it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he studies the device intently. He may struggle with reading but by now he knows what that little blue cross means. He’d spent months praying for it before he went undercover.
When he steps into the kitchen your focus is on the pasta dish you’re preparing. He notices you’re using wholemeal instead of the regular stuff, that you’ve added more veggies to the recipe. His arms wrap around you as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips brushing over the hinge of your jaw. His palms come to rest on your abdomen.
“When were you going to tell me, sugar?” He murmurs into your ear.
The left side of your mouth quirks up into a smile as you lean back against his chest.
“Tomorrow.” You tell him, your fingers threading with his. “I thought I’d give you tonight to decompress.”
“Oh darlin. Something like this, I wanna know about it straight away.” He murmurs into your ear as his thumb chases over space where his baby resides. “You’ve made the happiest man alive you know that?”
“I think you had a little something to do with it.” You tease, your palm smoothing over your stomach, and he chuckles into the hollow of your throat because the sense of elation he feels right now, he’s never felt anything like it.
“I can’t believe we made a baby, sugar.” He whispers as he cradles you close. “The two of us we made a baby.”
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