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dailydragon08 · 1 year

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How Will Acts With A Crush

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When he first meets you, he’s a bit starstruck. He’s good at hiding it from you, but Benny definitely notices and teases him about it later.

He’s extremely attentive, even though it takes him awhile to get enough courage to actually talk to you. But he’s always doing little things like holding doors, handing you your things, grabbing your favorite snack/drink from the vending machine at Benny’s fights, and is always looking over to check if you’re okay.

If he overhears you mention anything you think is hot in passing, he’ll start doing it. For example, he once heard you tell Benny’s girlfriend that you loved it when guys took their shirts off by pulling the back of it over their head with one hand. Lo and behold, when you all went to the beach together, that’s exactly how Will took his shirt off before diving into the water.

He’s always the first to rush forward to help if you need it. You’re in a wintery place with an icy patch on the ground in front of you? Will’s holding out his hand to make sure you don’t fall. Trying to get your duffel bag out of the trunk and carry it yourself? Will wouldn’t dream of it. Standing on a chair to get something off a high shelf? Will’s hands are already on the back of the chair to steady it for you.

When he finally does strike up a conversation with you, he’s great at keeping it going because he’s been paying attention to all the things you love. He may or may not have researched all your favorite bands, books, shows, movies, games, etc. just so he could talk to you about them and watch your face light up. He loves listening to you and always makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room, no matter how loud or crowded a place is.

If you’re more on the quiet or shy side, Will always makes sure you feel included. He doesn’t let people interrupt you and always turns around with a soft smile and a “what were you gonna say?” He always makes sure you have a seat at the table and will guard your spot loyally.

He loves giving you little touches, like rubbing your shoulders, squeezing your hand, and putting a hand on the small of your back as you walk in front of him or tell him something. Definitely does that thing at Benny’s fights where he puts a hand on the small of your back and leans his head closer to you to hear what you have to say.

Whenever you prove how well you fit in with the guys, he can’t help but let his mind wander to what it would be like to date you and make you an official part of the group. He feels all warm inside at the thought of being able to sling his arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, hold your hand, or even give you a kiss. He’s not a huge PDA fan, but just being able to show that you’re his and he’s yours around the guys makes his stomach fill with butterflies.

Sometimes he gets in his head and convinces himself you deserve better than him, so he’ll start to pull away a bit. But he can’t help how touched he feels whenever you’re concerned and give him a little extra love. He can’t stay away for long and when he frames it as concern over whether he’s a good enough friend, the praise, gentle touches, and acts of service you do for him make him want to pull you close and never let go.

Whenever he sees Benny (or sometimes even random couples he doesn’t know) being all sweet with his girlfriend, he starts daydreaming about being able to do that with you.

The first time he hugs you, he feels like he’s about to explode from happiness. He holds you maybe a little too tightly and a little too long, but is pleasantly surprised when you hang on just as long and squeeze back just as tight. He starts gently lifting you off the ground for a few moments every time he hugs you and delights in your little laugh and smile.

The first time you sit on the couch next to him at movie night, he leaned his elbow on the back behind you and awkwardly chewed on his thumb while glancing at you. After a few minutes, he hesitantly stretches his arm out behind you.

Whenever you comfort him during a bad mental health day, he can’t help but give you a little kiss on the forehead before forcing himself to extract from your arms.

If you’re sick or having a bad mental health day yourself, he will drop everything to leave a little care package at your door full of carefully selected soups, crackers, sweets, and a card with a short, but heartfelt message inside. If you let him, he’ll even come inside and clean your house, run you a nice hot bath, and make you a healthy meal.

He’s not the most emotive person, but a little spark lights up his eyes whenever you walk into a room and he’s always genuinely excited to see you.

He isn’t a big texter, but he’ll call you at least once a week to just see how you’re doing.

When he finally does ask you out (or if you do, he’ll say yes with no hesitation) and shows up to Benny’s fight holding your hand, the guys all crow, “Finally!”

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beardburnsupersoldiers · 4 months

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I’m a big fan of smut with substance

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buckysred · 2 years

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Sucker

William “Ironhead” Miller x Reader

Summary: You went out with some friends and got a little drunk. Will has to come get you.

Warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, poor depiction of someone being intoxicated, slightly ooc will?, shitty writing and editing

Word Count: 945

A/N: Triple Frontier is my current obsession so please enjoy. :)

so, maybe you were a teeny tiny bit tipsy. okay, okay, you were drunk.

you rarely ever went out with your best friends, so you went a little crazy with the occasional night out.

you had finally decided that the night was over after you all tapped out on the karaoke machine in the bar. or was it that the manager told you that you needed to leave for being so obnoxious with your singing? you couldn’t be sure.

since all of you were hammered, you had texted your boyfriend to come to pick you up. as you sat outside on the stray bench in front of the bar, you couldn’t remember exactly what you had sent to him. something suave and to the point you hoped. what were you kidding, you were always smooth with your words.

as you waited for a text back from your boyfriend, you became fascinated with how the sky looked.

jesus, how many galaxies really did exist in the world?

suddenly, your phone started repeatedly buzzing, turning your attention away from your thoughts.

in big bright, white letters read your boyfriend’s name, WILL. ah, finally.

you picked up, “h-hey, baby.”

you heard a quiet huff of laughter pass through the phone at your slurred words. then that whiskey voice you loved so much flitted through the speaker, “hi, sweetheart. i got your texts.”

“yeah? like ‘em so much you had to call me, did ya?”

“oh yeah, loved ‘em. you sound a little hammered. need me to come to get you?”

isn’t that what you had asked in the texts? “um, y-yes that’d be-“ hiccup “-great.”

will’s smile was vivid in his voice, “okay. you still at the bar with your friends?”

“yes,” you paused for a moment, “well I’m not in the bar. and my friends called a cab already since they’re roommates. told ‘em you’d come get me. ”

“what do you mean you’re not in the bar? where are you then?”

“outside it.”

wills words rushed out in one breath, “what? why aren’t you inside? go back in till i get there. that’s not safe.”

you elongated all of your syllables, “i’m fine.”

you could hear keys jingling and then an engine start. “no. go back inside. i’m on my way.”

god, you really loved will’s voice. even on your worsts days, just his voice could make you feel better. make you feel not so alone. “w-wait don’t hang up. i like your v-voice, it’s very comforting.”

“i wasn’t planning on hangin’ up, honey. you going inside?”

you huffed out an exasperated breath, restlessly swinging your feet where you sat. “i can take care of myself if i gotta.”

“sure can. you’ve got the best right hook in the business. but… go inside. please, do it for me.”

Well, when he said it like that how could you resist? fuck, fine.

A grumble of laughter echoed in your ear. oh… did you accidentally say that out loud? you shrugged your shoulders to yourself, trudged your heavy feet inside, and plopped down on a bar stool.

“‘kay, i’m inside. sittin’ at this s-sticky table cause you asked.”

“i appreciate all the effort. i’ll be there in 5.”

and he was. exactly 5 minutes later, will was walking through the bar doors. he looked exactly as you left him, wearing a light grey hoodie and jeans. damn, you could appreciate those freaking jeans. or genes. whichever.

blue eyes searched the bar and soon landed on yours. you had half your body laying on top of the table, exhaustion squishing out of your pores. you lifted your hand and waved at him.

will tried to keep the smile off his face, he really did, but he loved how all soft and feisty you were when drunk. he looked over at the bartender wondering if they could see how love drunk he was for you. you certainly seemed oblivious to it most of the time.

he quickly made his way over to your sleepy form. “hey, there. i‘m here to pick up a very drunk girlfriend. you know where any of those would be at?”

you nodded at him. “yep. i think i got one of those in s-stock, lemme just check in the back,” you paused for dramatic effect, “oh, wait. got one right h-here.” you lifted your arms like a small child, doing grabby hands at him.

the smile will had been trying to suppress since he walked in here, finally broke the surface. he reached down to grab the nook of your elbows and help you upwards.

“i’m not carrying you, y/n.”

you let your bottom lip pop outward. “my favorite boyfriend would carry me cause he l-loves me.”

fuck, what a way to rip at his heart. trying to play nonchalant, will’s face remained stoic. but then you went and started to tilt backward so his hands had to go up and cup your shoulders, steadying you. “favorite boyfriend, huh? you sayin you’ve got more than just one?”

your nose scrunched and you weakly poked him in the chest. “t-that is a trap if i’ve ever heard o-one.”

will leans forward and rubbed his nose slightly over yours before pecking your lips. “cmon, baby. time to go home.”

you pressed your face into his chest. “gonna haveta carry m-me to get home, miller.”

will sighed, letting his head drop to rest on top of yours. “you’re so lucky i love you.”

one minute your feet were on the ground and the next they were dangling in the air. will felt your triumphant smile form into the side of his neck. “such a sucker,” you breathed.

will just shook his head lightly as he carried you out the doors. “your sucker, honey. only yours.”

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frannyzooey · 2 years

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Little Wife

Pioneer William Miller x f! Reader, Pioneer Universe

Rating: Explicit

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He’s handsome, your husband.

In the kind of way that makes you stop and stare while doing your chores, makes women smile shyly in town, makes men jealous.

A kind of milk fresh sweetness that shows in the broad rounds of his shoulders, in the sturdiness of his tall frame, in the brightness of his blue eyes above his pinked cheeks.

He isn’t always sweet — no, his face is the type that can shift in an instant; all smiles and teasing for you, a solemn seriousness for everyone else — and it’s that that’s intrigued you from the start.

Like there was something sweeter under there, just for you.

He’s a good husband.

Strong — his limbs roped with thick muscle, lean like a laboring body would be, tanned with the rays of the sun on his face and forearms and neck — and so very tall; a full foot over you.

Kind, thoughtful, attentive. Polite, charming, carefree with a low rumbling laugh that shows the gleam of his white teeth when he’s alone in the dark with you and you like to fit the pad of your thumb into corner of his smile when he does it, a gesture he usually returns with a kiss.

His hand grabs yours, wraps itself around your smaller one and brings it to his full lips, the whiskers covering his face rasping against it. His hold is sure, but delicate; calloused, but soft in its movement and when he twines your fingers together, you have to spread your hand wide to fit.

He’s likes that. It makes him feel protective of you, the physical reminder of his little wife and her little hands and her sweet little body that fits perfectly alongside his — molding your back to his front, when he curls around you in bed at night.

He likes the way you fit neatly in front of him on his horse, likes the way he can stand behind you at the sink and envelop you in his arms, likes the way you feel so pliant and soft underneath him in your bed, always welcoming him with greedy kisses and the warm, plush cradle of your thighs.

He’d spend all his time there if you let him. From sun up to sun down, a whole day of chores neglected for saturated, sated bliss, sunlight streaming through the window as he took you apart with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

The way the light would hit your hair would remind him of all the times you snuck away to the barn with him before you were married and all the times you come to greet him there in the afternoon, now that you are.

“William.”

You’re always such a good girl when you cry out for him; thin, brittle straws of hay bunched in your fists as his mouth devours your cunt, the taste of which he’s been missing all day.

He made you cum in the barn before dinner, slick still smeared on his beard when he came in to wash up afterwards and you had tried to reach for him before that, but he gently brushed your hand away.

He had something else in mind.

He’s doing it to you now, in your loft bed covered with the quilt you received on your wedding day, the pieced together warmth of it shoved against the wall. You’re on your hands and knees, his broad frame behind you and draped across your back and he covers you completely, wholly, inside and out.

His cock is a thick, filling weight inside, his hips a rhythmic rock against the plush curve of your ass and his honeyed voice drips low into your ear, the bass of it vibrating against your back just under your soft whines.

“I know you can take it for me, little wife,” always a drawn out emphasis on the word wife; one of reverence, with a hint of tease. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Just like this. Taking me, just like this.”

His words are laced with a groan of satisfaction, a strain stretching them taut and his large hand splays over your hip, pulling you back onto his cock with every push forward. Your breasts bounce and sway against the sheets, a humid burst of his breath washing over the sweat damp nape of your neck and he kisses there, licking the salt away before giving it a bite.

His hands skates down to palm the weight of your breast, his thumb gliding over your hard nipple. “Did you think about me?”

You did — thought about the wet warmth of his attentive mouth, the blue of his eyes as he looked up from the vee of your thighs, the deep groan he let out into your cunt when you came, like he was the one who did; his white knuckled hands holding you down through it all.

Those same competent hands work you again — one splaying a path down the line of your stomach, over your belly, seeking out your clit and when he finds it, you keen into the dark room, arching underneath his weight.

He feels you pull him deeper, the wet fist of your cunt milking his thick length as he fits it deep inside and he keeps it there tucked nice and snug, letting you come around it.

You’re so full — Christ, you’re so full — the very breath in your lungs filled; just like your cunt; just like your heart.

You’re even fuller when he comes inside of you a moment after you peak, spurts of milky spend flooding your core with a grinding push forward and when he relaxes ever so slightly, you feel the satisfying weight of his body press against you, along with his slow roaming mouth.

A kiss for your spine, for your shoulder blade.

Another on the back of your neck, the curve of your jaw.

You hum in contentment, resting your weight on your forearms while he wetly slips out of you with a low hiss and before you can lay your body down, he’s gathering you into his arms, pulling you close.

You face him, his solid body radiating a spent heat and his thumb traces the line of your eyebrow, the bridge of your nose. Outside, the sky is a scatter of stars in the ink black sky, the night hour late.

“You should get some sleep,” you murmur, already fading yourself, the last pleasurable ripples sending pleasant waves through your limbs. “The sun comes early, you know.”

He says nothing, his fingers smoothing the hair at your temple back, content.

You smile slowly, your eyes closed. “Unlike you.”

He laughs at your joke, the hushed husky kind you love, the one that rumbles deep and smooth. “Would you want me to? Should I be a two pump chump?”

“William,” you exclaim, seemingly scolding him for crude language. Instead, you curl yourself tighter against his body, draping your arm over his side with a comfortable squeeze. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles, rolling you onto your back. Here, he can see your features in the moonlight, the pale wash of light highlighting your pretty face under him and you study each other for a moment; your face in the light, his in the shadows.

He could have gone so many ways in this life — scarred with the things he’s done, always a slow simmer of anger under the surface. He used to let it flare on men in town, on anyone unlucky enough to cross him on a day it burned bright and now it’s reserved for only those who mean to harm you.

He bends his head down, his hand coming to cradle your cheek and you lean into the tender touch, smiling up at him.

You’ve saved him, though you don’t know it.

He does, though he might not ever say it.

He doesn’t know how to put what he feels for you into words — the kind of gratefulness he feels, the kind of reverence he has for you. And so he says what he can, this husband of yours — always a man of few words, but all the more meaningful because of it.

“I love you, my little wife,” he whispers, his warm breath skating over your lips and then he kisses you, slow and sure, his hand keeping you in place with a gentle stroke of his thumb along your jaw.

“I love you, my big husband,” you reply and he laughs, a smile lingering on his lips when his mouth finds yours again.

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 1 year

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I’m in the mood for some protective boyfriend Will Miller with his GF headcanons so I’m taking you all down with me:

Will doesn’t like not knowing where you are. It makes him antsy and he starts to WorryTM. He doesn’t need you to provide an itinerary of your day, but he would prefer that you check in with him now and then, simply to let him know you’re okay.

Whenever you go somewhere, he always likes to doublecheck you have everything you need - gas for your car, an extra coat, food, emergency contact information, etc.

You butt heads when you want to do something fun that requires signing a waiver, i.e. skydiving, paintball, etc. HE does shit like that all the time, but when YOUR well-being is on the line, it makes him uneasy and why can’t you just go to a fucking movie instead?

He has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to someone else flirting with you.

If it’s just some mild, friendly flirting - like with a waiter/waitress - you can get away with teasing Will about the way he scowls and grumbles, getting a little grumpy in general.

But you can tell he’s not happy about it so you don’t push your luck too far.

If someone hits on you at a bar, especially if they make you uncomfortable and won’t take no for an answer…there’s gonna be blood.

Will keeps his cool. Where Benny would explode immediately, Will has more self control.

But he definitely has a hard limit and once he’s past that limit, it’s not pretty.

With steel in his voice, Will tells the offender, “Leave her alone,” as he rests a hand at the small of your back or slides an arm around your waist.

If the offender doesn’t take the hint, Will grips your hand and pushes you behind him. Then he’s baring his teeth and growls, “I said, fuck off.”

For the most part, that gets the job done. There’s a look in Will’s eye at this point that signals to most men with a scrap of working self-preservation that if they value their lives, they better get the hell out of there ASAP.

But sometimes, there are idiots in this world who can’t take even the boldest hint.

Will only gives two warnings. There will not be a third.

If the offender continues to pressure you, Will lashes out with a precise strike to the throat. Another to a secondary weak point - face, kneecap, solar plexus - something that will leave the offender on their knees, gasping and in pain.

“If you even look at her one more time, I will make you beg for me to kill you. Is that clear?”

For the rest of the night, everyone in that bar gives you a wide berth and treats you with the utmost respect.

When you want to handle an issue yourself, you have to talk Will down. Even though he’s a huge advocate for your independence and autonomy, it’s still very hard for him to sit back and watch you struggle when all he wants to do is jump in and help fix the problem.

If someone is disrespectful to you, Will sees RED. It’s going to take all your strength to hold him back.

Then again…you’re not above flaunting your boyfriend for a little leverage.

When the mechanics at the local garage triple the price on your car repairs, all you have to do is gesture to your boyfriend who’s standing behind you, scowling, arms crossed, legs apart, looking like a guard dog about to strike, and suddenly you find people to be very cooperative.

If you’re honest, sometimes it scares the shit out of you to see your normally mild-mannered boyfriend suddenly turn into this beast.

On the other hand, you know he’s just concerned about you and it would kill him if something happened to you on his watch.

On the occasions when Will gets violent, it takes a while for both of you to calm down. But when you do, Will touches you so tenderly and speaks so softly, apologizing that you had to see that, apologizing that he didn’t protect you better as he kisses your forehead and folds you into a hug.

Tuck yourself under Will’s arm. Show Will that you’re with him and no one else. Remind him that you’re just spooked about the situation, not scared of HIM (because it would tear him up inside if you were scared of him). Give him a kiss on the cheek and whisper how sexy it is when he’s protective of you.

That will ease any lingering tension and he’ll laugh softly, giving you a little love-tap on the butt.

“Are you teasing me?”

“Yes. Are you gonna do something about it, soldier?”

He’ll brush a kiss to your temple and take you home, keeping you safe and warm in his arms, in his bed, for the rest of the night.

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rayslittlekitten · 1 year

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Teenage Dream

“Wanna Be” Series

A/N: Hey y’all! Wrote this hot number for Will and his BFF. Didn't think I'd every write more for this universe, but here we are. This is not beta’d. Also, I'm too tired to think of a title and just loosely based it on the Katy Perry song.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~2630

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!reader

Plot: You and Will finally get intimate for the first time.

Contains: protected first time sex (P in V), heavy making out and foreplay (fingering, jerking, groping, etc.), a little hair pulling, a tiny spank

Will is laying on top of you on your bed as you’re both making out and dry humping like horny teenagers. The two of you barely come up for air, devouring each other like none of you have ever kissed anyone before. There’s a lot of missed time you’re making up for. Your hips meet his thrusts as he grinds down against you, his rigid denim fly rubbing against the front of your cotton panties. He feels painfully hard but you don't know if it's the metal zipper instead.

You haven't seen him since your unexpected reunion, but have been keeping in constant contact ever since. It started out as catching up and reminiscing about old times, but then at some point, words started getting flirty and dirty. Simple sexting turned into photo and video sharing and then evolved to phone sex. Mutual masturbation was how you both relieved the sexual tension, whether through strictly verbal exchanges or watching each other via video call. Finally he was able to take some time off after almost eight months since you last saw him, during which two of those months you had absolutely no contact with him, so he made it a priority to see you.

When you had picked him up at the airport, you immediately ran into his arms and he laid the biggest kiss on you. It almost became a full blown public make out session and from there, you knew things would get physical for the first time during his visit, but you did not anticipate for it to happen this soon, just hours after he landed in New York City.

The plan was to drop off his things at your apartment and then go out to grab a bite while he stretched out his legs, but the two of you didn't make it out of your bedroom which is also your living room. You were giving him a tour of your studio apartment and made a corny joke about how "This is where the magic happens," when showing where you sleep after sitting down on your bed. Will sat next to you and things quickly escalated from there. This feels a bit reminiscent of when you both used to play wrestle when you were younger, but obviously, this is a lot more fun.

He palms your breast and squeezes gently, his fingers searching for your nipple through your dress and bra. You arch up into his hand and his thumb grazes the raised bump straining against you the fabric. He continues to tease your nipple, drawing light circles around and over it. His mouth starts kissing and sucking on your neck and upper chest, making your eyes roll back when he hits a sensitive spot. He notices your whole body stiffening when he runs his tongue over a specific area and continues to do so. You run your fingers through his hair and fist it while pressing your body against his. You swear you can feel his smile on your skin.

Feeling too restricted, you start working to get your dress off of you. Will helps along the way and tosses it aside when it's finally off of you. The next to go is your bra; as he starts kissing down your neck, he reaches around behind you to unhook your bra. He pulls it down and his mouth goes straight for a nipple before your bra even comes off of you, still entangled in your arms. Your hips grind up against him when you feel his tongue swirl around and his lips tug on your sensitive nub. You shiver when his whiskers brush against your skin. He moves across your chest and gives your other nipple, which is the move sensitive one, the same attention. You toss your head back against the mattress and thrust your chest into his face.

He grabs a handful of your breast and then latches onto your nipple, sucking on it hard, and you feel a jolt travel down to your groin. You writhe under him, unable to control yourself. You swear you’re going to have an orgasm like this alone, and you don’t know if that would be embarrassing for you or impressive for Will. Either way, you don’t care because you’re about to lose it, either physically or mentally.

You gently tug on his head, pulling it away from your hardened nipple. Hissing and groaning, you almost regret stopping him, but you miss the weight of him on you. You lean in, ghosting your lips near his and he closes the distance, crushing his over yours. You take no time reaching for his belt to start undressing him.

Getting the hint, Will quickly works to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly with one hand while holding himself up with the other arm, hovering above you. He toes off his sneakers, letting them drop onto the floor at the end of the bed. When he's finally able to push his jeans down, you hook your fingers onto his belt and help him with them. Once they reach his knees, you cup him through his boxer briefs, trying to size him up.

He moans into your mouth and thrusts into your hand. You run your palm up and down, stroking him lightly as he shimmies and kicks his jeans off his legs. Now back to having full range, he spreads your legs wider with his knees and grinds down hard. You move your hand and let him rub himself against you. This time you know it's not the zipper, with only two thin pieces of cotton acting as a barrier. You wrap your legs around his waist and continue to stimulate each other, rocking your hips back and forth, moving in rhythm with him. At some point, Will pushes against you with so much force, you think he is going to penetrate you through your underwear.

"Fuck, there's so much heat coming from your pussy," Will groans.

He pulls back and looks below between the two of you. He palms you and can feel how damp your underwear is. After a few moments of caressing you through your panties, he moves the fabric to the side and you feel his finger teasing your entrance. You look up at him as he watches you squirm under him. His eyes are hooded and full of lust. You've never seen him this way ever and it's a side of him you are excited to get to know. You’re so wet, he can easily glide his middle finger inside of you. You moan and gyrate your hips, feeling him slide in and out of you. He adds another finger, stretching you out and producing a very audible squelch when he pushes in.

"Jesus," he growls, hearing how aroused you are.

You chuckle at his reaction and then reach into his boxers to stroke him. His hips jerk and he starts moving against your hand. He definitely feels bigger when he's in your hand than when groping him through his clothes. You shouldn't be surprised though because you've seen pictures and videos of it, but the camera doesn't do justice to the size of it. Maybe it’s his large hands that are actually skewing the size. You now wonder how it looks in person.

You tug the waistband of his underwear down and glance down to see the pink head of his cock peeking out, with a dribble of precum glistening at the opening. You use your thumb to spread the droplets over the tip and he hisses. You go back to jerking him, but you feel the tips of his fingers massaging your g-spot, making you lose concentration. You clench down around his fingers and a tightness in your gut starts to form. Your hand is still wrapped around his cock, but you're too distracted.

You toss your head back, pressing deeper into the mattress when you feel Will's thumb rubbing your clit. Just when you think you're already losing your mind, he dips his head low and flicks your nipple with his tongue. You're getting dizzy from all this stimulation. You don't realize it, but you're practically fucking his fingers as you’re soaking in how wonderful it feels.

As gratifying as this may be, you want to feel his cock inside you. You want to experience this gratification together with him. You come back down to reality and go back to stroking him. He feels even harder and possibly bigger than before. You focus on trying to get him as close to the edge as you can, just like he's doing with you.

The pad of your thumb brushes over the underside of the tip and he shivers. His breathing is getting more shallow and he's now panting right along with you, as well as moving his hips against your hand. You don’t know how much longer the two of you can drag out this foreplay.

“Fuck me, Will,” you finally tell him. His eyes instantly go dark.

He withdraws his fingers and crushes his lips against yours. You let go of his cock and grab his face with both of your hands, kissing him back. While making out with you, he hooks his fingers to the band of your underwear and shoves them down your hip, then moves to the other side to do the same. He pushes them down and you kick them off after moving them down to your ankles, then adding your bra to the pile.

Unlocking from your lips, he quickly works to get rid of his boxers and your eyes instantly dart to see what he’s got going on between his legs. It’s certainly impressive in size, but pictures and videos definitely don’t do justice to how gorgeous he really looks. Here you have in front of you, William Miller, who used to be the Captain of the baseball team, and is now Captain of Special Forces, naked in your bed with his soldier standing tall. You can salute to that. You make a mental note to thank him later for all he does for this country, although what you’re both doing right now could be seen as a way you’re showing your appreciation.

“Do you have any condoms?” Will asks, interrupting your train of thoughts. “I have some but they’re buried in my luggage.”

You roll over and reach into your nightstand. You try to work as fast as you can to open the brand new box you had gotten to prepare for this moment, loudly fumbling as you rip the box apart. You’ve had no reason to keep any on hand for years. Besides, buying the right condoms seems like a very personal thing for the person wearing them. You just hope it’ll fit him. Finally, you tear off a condom and as you turn to hand it to him, you get a glimpse of him jerking himself while he was seemingly gawking at your bare ass. You’re now the one doing the gawking.

Will takes the condom from you and as he’s putting it on, you twist your body so your bottom half is turned to the side, exposing your backside to him. His eyes wander back to your butt and you tease him, getting on all fours with your face down and ass up. One of his hands palms a cheek and he gives it a light spank.

“I want you this way, but I want to see your face my first time with you,” he says.

You turn back over to your back and get comfortable. He crawls over to you and climbs on top. His knees spread your legs apart and he settles into the space he just created. Glancing down, he aligns himself with your opening and then back at you, staring down at you as he starts pushing in. Gently nudging at first, gradually increasing the pressure, making you whimper. He finally pushes past the barrier, but is still holding back. Without warning, he fills you up and you yelp. He tries to pace himself as he watches your face contort and hear you moan.

"All the noises you’re making are so fucking hot," he tells you.

“It feels so good,” you pant.

After pumping in and out of you for a few moments, Will throws one of your legs over his shoulder and shifts his position, changing the angle. He slips back inside you and it feels like he’s gotten deeper. He pokes around like he’s trying to find something, but in all honesty, every part of your body is just on fire. Every stroke is hitting all the right spots, feeling like every nerve is stimulated, tightening the coil in your gut with every drive.

He notices a slight shift in your facial reaction, when he bumps into a textured, soft spot inside you. Your jaw drops slightly open as you feel your orgasm quickly surfacing. You don’t think anyone’s ever reached that part before. It’s like he just unlocked a secret character or found an Easter egg. Or maybe it’s just a glitch, but you’ll have plenty of time in the upcoming days to see if it’s an anomaly.

Either way, before you know it, you cry out loud as the tension inside you snaps. Your pussy convulses around his cock as he keeps pumping into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. As your orgasm subsides, another one hits you. You’ve lost complete control of your body. All you can do is feel and react as it spreads throughout your body, from the tip of your fingers to the bottom of your feet. The electricity travels through the map of your nervous system.

Will’s hips stutter and he moans as he shoots his load. Even with the barrier, you can feel him pulsating inside you. He gradually slows down, milking every drop out of him, until he finally comes to a halt, still remaining inside you. He looks down at your face with a goofy smile matching yours. God, you love this man so much.

He gives you a long passionate kiss before pulling out of you and rolling over off of you, still catching his breath as he lays back. You follow him and turn to rest your head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat. Your fingers graze his chest and his own runs up and down your spine. You throw your leg over his, casually rubbing against it. Every inch of your skin’s heightened sense wants to feel every inch of Will’s, the post-coital bliss now taking over the both of you. This was better than you could ever imagine.

After a few minutes of cuddling, you crane your neck to see his face. He looks down at you and kisses your forehead. Another burst of warmth fills your heart.

“You hungry?” you ask. “I figured you’re already hungry after the flight, but after this, thought maybe you worked up an appetite for sure.”

“I’m starving,” he answers, still staring at you with the utmost adoration in his blue eyes.

“I know this spot a few blocks away that I think you would like,” you say as you push yourself off of him, but he pulls you right back in.

“Can we just order in so I can make love to you over and over again for the rest of the day?” Will asks rolling over onto this side, while leaving butterfly kisses on your collarbone and neck.

"You don't want to explore the city?" You giggle as you run your fingers through his messy blonde hair.

"Right now, the only thing I want to explore is you," Will looks up at you for a moment before slotting his mouth over yours.

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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I don't want to alarm anyone, but I think I'll be getting out chapter 2 of Build Me Up in a couple weeks after ignoring it for a year and some months

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Camping (Will)

Santiago // Frankie // Benny

Warnings: Cursing

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- “I would have never pegged you as the type to suggest camping for a weekend away,” you hum. He chuckles, “would you believe me if I said neither did I.” You furrow your brows, “well then how did you come up with this idea?” “Poker game.” You let out a noise of understanding, “ah. Benny brainwashed you. Got it.”

- You walk downstairs to find Benny sitting on your couch with a shit eating grin (one you’ve learned to be wary of)

- “Benny.” “Future sister-in-law.” “I’m your brothers’ girlfriend.” “Alright, fine. Soon to be future sister-in-law.” You roll your eyes walking away into the kitchen to make breakfast and a new pot of coffee (lord knows how much you need it with Benny’s energetic ass here soon early)

- Will walks over to his brother and punches his arm. Benny hisses, holding his arm. “What the hell was that for?” “Stop talking about it.” “She’s never gonna know.” “She will if you keep yapping your loudmouth.” “I do not have a big mouth.” “I said loudmouth.” Benny frowns, “yeah, I don’t have that either.” Will shakes his head and walks out of the living room.

- “Please tell me Benny isn’t going to be watching our house while we’re gone,” you plead, resting your head on his arm while he reaches for the cup of coffee you made for him. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’ll be fine. He knows if anything is broken, you’ll go after him.” Your snaps up, “damn right I will.”

- “I can hear you!”

- “I don’t care. You needed to hear it again!” You shout back to Benny. Will winces, “ear.” “Sorry, babe.” You peck his cheek.

- “No more lovey dovey shit. We got a baby in room,” Frankie says. “I don’t see your precious little girl here, Frank. So, I have no idea who you could be talking about,” you say. “Me.” “He’s the baby.” Santiago and Benny say at the same time. You and Will glance at each other. “I want to ask but I know I shouldn’t because I’ll get some weird answer,” you say. “Okay, that’s just rude,” Benny adds. “I’m gonna go finish packing,” you peck your boyfriend’s cheek. “I’ll be back.”

- “I thought she was always on top of it when it came to you two going out,” Benny says. “She is but I- I kind of sprung this on her last night,” replies Will. “Oh, so, you’re finally gonna pop the question?” Santiago asks, grabbing a beer from the fridge. The older Miller turns to his brother, “did you tell everyone?” “Actually, you did,” Frankie admits. “A few months after you two started going out, Benny gave you a few shots and called me, drunk, and left a voicemail saying that you want to get a ring better than her’s.” “You’re lying.” “You want me to play it,” Frankie reaches down in his pocket. “No- no- no. I’m alright.” “I can’t believe you’re gonna do it,” Benny pats his shoulder, a wide smile stretched across his face before he starts whooping and Santiago adds onto it, making their voices echo throughout the kitchen and hallway.

- Frankie and Will shake their heads.

- You furrow your brows at the noises coming from the kitchen, shaking your head already knowing they’re up to something weird but, you don’t care about that. You continue working on adding a few extra items in your bag.

- “Are seriously leaving our house in the care of your brother?” You ask your boyfriend, setting your luggage on the ground beside the door. “Who else would you want watching the house?” “Not Benny.” “Would Santiago be better?” “I’d prefer Frankie but he’s having a daddy/ daughter day with his precious little girl.” “There’s something else.” “What?” “It’s gonna be the two of them?” “Are you serious?” “I want to say no.” “You’re bringing our shit to the car.” “I already planned on it.”

- You sit in the car, sighing. “We’re not gonna have a house when we come back.”

- “You’re lucky she’s out in the car and not here.” “Oh yeah. Why? She’d kick my ass or something?” Benny chuckles. “You know she would.” “Maybe, I mean-” “Don’t say anything else. We’re leaving and I expect to come back, and our house look exactly the way it does now. Got it?” Santiago stands beside the younger Miller, “I’ll make sure everything’s all good.” “You two are fuck this up, aren’t you?” Neither says anything.

- “Ready?” You ask. “Yeah.” “Okay,” you sit back and slowly relax. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” You cover your eyes. Will shakes his head. Benny waves at the two of you like a little kid trying to flag down an ice cream truck. “He’ll be gone in a few seconds.” He was right, once Will turned the corner and the crackhead, he calls a brother is out of sight.

- “Did you realize it was going to be this cold?” You cross your arms and rub whatever part of your arm you can reach. “I checked the weather, at least, three times before I picked this weekend for us.” You take a deep breath, calming yourself. You know he’s stressing out because the weekend he planned isn’t turning out the way he wanted it to be. “I know, I know.” You exit the tent, sitting beside him, placing a hand on his forearm. “Hey, hey. Will, honey?” He pulls back from his attempts to make a fire. He glances over at you. “What if he packs up our stuff and try to look for a hotel nearby and take a short vacation away from home and get out of this cold.” He nods.

- You turn on the heater in the car and rub your hand together. “Listen, I know you wanted this to be a nice getaway and you had this all planned out for us, but what if, get out here. Somewhere warm but still nice enough to have a decent amount of space between nature and Benny.” He’s not one to call for a backup plan but this had to be quick. “Alright.”

- His phone dings, you see Benny’s name pop up. “Speak of the devil.” “What’d he say?” You pick up his phone, “he booked us a room? Didn’t you say we have no Internet here?” He opens his mouth and closes it like he wants to say something but doesn’t know what. “Oh, you dirty cheat! You didn’t want me to check my Instagram.” “You’re on that app a lot.” “It keeps me entertained.” “All the time?” “Everyday.” You glance down, no longer interested in watching the scenery go by. “But I do kind of- and I mean, kind of, get what you mean.” “I knew you would.” “Don’t be mean!” He chuckles, reaching for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not.” He pecks the back of your hand, “promise.”

- After the easy check in, you two enter to find rose petals on the bed, champagne on ice on a nearby table, and “his and her” robes. “Uhhh- what’s this?” You ask. “I don’t know. Benny’s version of a prank.” “Well jokes on him, I’m gonna make him a flower crown before we leave.” “I don’t think you’ll have a enough time.” “I’ll take it to go.” “It’s not a to go order, babe.” “Don’t make me kick you out of this bed, mister.” “You wouldn’t.” “You’re right. I’ll keep my personal walking and talking heater around.”

- “I’m gonna take a shower,” Will says. “Okay, have fun.”

- You open your bag and pull out something comfy to wear before going to Will’s bag. You can feel something hard is wrapped in his shirt. You set the shirt and sweatpants onto the bed, unwrap the shirt to find a small box, to be more specific, a ring box which you can only assume is an engagement ring. Your mouth drops open, in the form of an “O”.

- Will steps out of the bathroom, hand on the towel wrapped around his waist. He opens his mouth to ask a question when he turns and finds you standing there. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.”

- You look up, “you’re gonna ask me to marry you?” He doesn’t look at you and sighs, “I had a plan. I was gonna ask you this weekend but-” “Ask me.” “What?” You walk around the bed, reaching for his hand, placing the box in his palm. “Ask me.” “Are you sure?” “Will, honey, I’m very tempted to open that box, put that ring on my finger and come up with a cute story if you don’t ask me in two seconds.” The corner of his lips tug upwards, “okay. Okay.” He bends down on one knee, opens the box, and asks tries to ask, “Will you marry me?” You squeal and throws your arms around his neck, jumping up and down. You pull back and he slides the ring on your finger. “I’m not even gonna comment on your towel showing off your junk. Oh. Oh- wait.” Will pushes himself off the ground, removing the towel from his waist as he reaches for his boxers. “What?” “Is this why Benny kept calling me his soon-to-be sister-in-law?” “I told him he’s got a loudmouth.” You turn to him, stopping him from putting on his pajama pants, “what do you think you’re doing?” “Putting on clothes?” You shake your head, “uh uh bucko. You’re taking those off and we’re moving our bags off the bed so we can celebrate the right way.”

- “Benny, you’ve got a big mouth!” You shout entering your house. “Loudmouth,” Will corrects you. “That too.” “What did I do?” Benny asks. “You spoiled Will’s surprise.” “He asked?” Benny asks with a smile. You purse your lips, nodding, “yep. Now get out.” “Celebrating, are we?” “We already did. Now, we’re practicing.” “Is he that bad?” “He’s better than you.” You turn Benny around and push him out the door, “Buh-bye, Benny.” “Practicing?” Will looks at you. “Yeah, we’re not gonna be alone in this house- like ever. I’m lucky I got the big baby out when I did.” “I heard that!” “Good!” You shout at the door.

- “Benny told the others,” Will sets his back on the nightstand. “Of course, he did. Couldn’t let me have this one thing to tell the others. I mean obviously you could have but, he always tells them what’s going on and I wanted to be able to tell our beautiful engagement story.” “Was it better than Benny’s “I almost last the last round” story from when he started his MMA fighting?” “Ten times better.”

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 2 years

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Hi there!! 👋

For thirsty Thursday, how about Raymond or Will and sundresses? I’ll leave the rest up to you. Thank you! 😘

Tis a hot day where I live today, so my thots go right to Will. Sometimes when I write these I feel like I learn some things about myself.

18 + below, you have been warned.

You can hear the hum of conversation, Bennys booming voice telling some ridiculous story to a couple of cousins. Their laughter echoing just around the corner, the side of the ranch house is not the most romantic of spot but when Will saw you come outside in that sun dress…you’re trying not to scream, his cock spearing inside you deep and thick. The wall is rough against your back, and your both coated in a thin sheen of sweat that has little to do with the humidity. “Come on honey,” Will grunts in your ear, his beard rough against your cheek, his teeth biting down on your ear, “cum for me, let ‘em hear you.” Each word comes out on a gasp as his thrusts go faster, “I want your family to Ah-fuck, like me, not think I’m some harlot.” He grins, pulling back to kiss you hard, smothering your moans as you cum together. “What was that?” You both freeze, hearing one of the cousins call out to Benny, “did you hear that?”

You can almost see the grin on Bennys face, “yeah, just probably some rabbits fucking, they go at it like that day and night. Hope we don’t get any little THUMPERS around soon!” Will snorts, both of you trying to suppress your laughter as he withdraws leaving your thighs sticky with release. He pockets your panties and pulls you forward with a kiss, whispering in your ear, “I wouldn’t mind a few thumpers.”

Send me some thots…

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Avalanche

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Pairings: Will “Ironhead” Miller x DeltaForce!Reader (gender neutral) Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence (a stab wound), cursing, and mentions of cocaine. Summary: Imagine surviving the helicopter crash with Will. A/N: let me know if you’d be interested in this becoming a series/more fics in this verse! Read here on AO3.

The steady whump-whump-whump of the helicopter’s blades almost lulled you to sleep. You glanced out the window at the snow-capped mountains before returning your attention to the others. Frankie and Tom sat in the cockpit while Santi and Benny settled against the bench seats. Will was stretched out between you and Benny, his back leaning against the wall awkwardly.

You watched as Pope stood and made his way to the cockpit before letting your headset fall around your shoulders to give your ears a break. You blew out a harsh, slow breath and let your head fall against the wall while Benny followed Pope. A little grunt escaped you as Fish raised your altitude and your ears popped.

Will took his headset off his ears and leaned his back against your shoulder, turning so his mouth was directly in front of your ear. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “Ears are just popping.”

“Mine, too.” He rotated more to look at you and you could feel yourself drowning in his baby blues. He stared back with just as much intensity and something unspoken passed between you like it always did. You and Will had always been the most similar out of the group. It had created a bond between you that felt different than your relationship with the others. You two could read each other with just a look—something you’d been able to do since you’d first met when you both joined Delta Force. He’d been the only one who hadn’t immediately doubted your skills because of your smaller frame and youth and always treated you like the accomplished, capable soldier you were. You’d saved his neck multiple times, just like he’d saved yours. After retiring, you’d stayed in the same town and became practically inseparable. Even through failed relationships, fights, and PTSD episodes, you were there thick and thin.

You hadn’t realized precisely what shape your friendship took in the center of your chest until a few hours ago when Will’s strained voice called, “I’ve been hit.” The red that tinted his hands had your heart trying to scramble out of your throat and the first words in your mind were I love you. Now a war waged in your head over whether to say something before you really did lose him and knowing this was nowhere near the opportune moment.

“How’s your side?” you asked, returning to the moment. You had to shout in his ear to be heard over the noise of the chopper.

“I’m okay…How’s your leg?”

You glanced down at your own bloody, bandaged mess. One of Lorea’s men had stabbed you in the leg and although it wasn’t deep, another of his cronies had pushed you over the banister of the stairwell with the first man’s hand still on the hilt. You’d dragged him down with you, but it had also dragged the blade, and he’d nearly skinned half your leg before falling to the floor below. Will had insisted on bandaging it for you and helping you walk. He’d even tried to carry you a few times, but had stopped at your protests as he groaned and stumbled under the weight of both you and his gunshot wound. “Throbbing,” you answered honestly, “but I’ll live.”

“When we land, I wanna look at it. Make sure it isn’t getting infected.”

You nodded and silence fell over the pair of you again. Something had shifted in his gaze—it felt softer, more private. He’d always looked at you affectionately (and earlier, he’d looked at your leg terrified), but this felt…different. You weren’t sure how to describe it and wondered if he felt the same avalanche of feelings you did. There couldn’t have been a worse time to realize you were in love with your best friend, but you felt the weight of it tumble down and bury you too quickly for you to resist. There was a new depth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before that felt like finally finding air after almost drowning and you clung to it.

Will suddenly swung his legs to the ground and scooted closer to you on the bench. He threw a glance at the cockpit and you followed his gaze. Pope and Benny were still distracted by whatever Fish was telling them. You were about to put your headset back on to see what they were saying when you felt something gently brush against your pinky finger. You glanced at your hand resting on your thigh to see Will’s pinky gently brushing against you. When you risked a look at his eyes, there was a longing and nervousness you’d never seen before and it made your heart flutter. When you didn’t pull away, he let his fingers gently swipe over the back of your hand. You’d watched—and helped—him use crushing strength in missions countless times. His fingers now brushed you like both you and the moment were made of glass that he was desperate not to shatter.

The desperation in his eyes and the hard clench of his jaw had you gently tangling your fingers with his. Before you could turn your hand to fully hold his, the chopper rattled and shook around you. Frankie bellowed, “Lose the money or we’re all gonna die!”

Pope and Benny rushed towards the back as you and Will stood.

“We’ll get it!” Will shouted as he pulled the lever to open the back doors. The two of you shoved several duffel bags out the back. Frankie had warned you that there would be a weight problem and while you felt a pang of sadness at seeing the money go, you’d like to return home in one piece with all of your brothers—especially Will. You had a feeling conversations needed to be had after all this was over.

With the pile of duffel bags cut in half, Pope yelled, “I’ll go check!”

Will ushered you back over to the bench to sit next to him. Benny returned to his spot by his brother’s side as you gripped the handrail. Will gripped his own in one hand, the other hand slung over your torso to hold you in place like a seatbelt, his hand fisting in your shirt as the helicopter suddenly plummeted.

“What the fuck are you doing, Catfish?!” Will screamed beside you, pulling you closer against his side. His arm bent awkwardly in an attempt to keep you safe and you let your fingers finally tangle with his as your heart pounded in your chest. He squeezed your hand as your world bobbed and tilted with the falling helicopter.

Frankie screamed something about an external load release you couldn’t fully hear without your headset. “Pull the lever, Ben!” Pope yelled.

The chopper shifted as the lever came down, but you could still feel it falling. You quickly slipped out of Will’s hold to open the hatch in the floor. You could feel his hand grabbing for you as he yelled, “wait!”

You gave him a reassuring glance as he dropped his arm, looking at you with concern. You grunted with the effort it took to open the trapdoor and felt your stomach drop at the bag still attached to the cable. “It didn’t work!” you yelled.

After a long moment of listening through the headset, Pope said, “Fish says there’s a manual override on the cargo hook.”

Will seemed to sense that you were about to swing your legs out and launched forward to hold your waist. He pulled you against him with a crushing grip, despite your protests. His concern warmed you, but this was your job, damn it. If this was what him liking you back meant, you weren’t sure if you were a fan of that particular development.

“Let me through!” Benny demanded as he carefully lowered his legs outside. Will pushed you behind him and gripped his brother’s shirt hard.

A moment later, you heard the clang of the release and fell back as the chopper surged upwards, free of its ball and chain. You only wished you could get rid of the burden as easily; this job was quickly becoming not worth the risk.

Will scrambled up from where he’d fallen next to you and reached out to Benny, who had now fallen all the way through the hatch and was barely holding onto the opening with his fingertips. “Benny!”

“I’ve gotta jump!” you heard him call. He screamed as Will called his name again, swiping futilely for him.

The chopper hit the ground so hard it rattled your teeth before bouncing back up and slamming down again. The world spun in a circle outside the windows, and you grabbed onto the bench from your seat on the floor to steady yourself. Not even a second later, Will was by your side, hauling you against him and burying his face in your neck. You heard his hand slap down on the bench beside you in an attempt to find his footing. You wanted to say something—anything—but the roar of the failing engines, blades, and alarms drowned everything out.

Just as Will finally made some progress with his feet and began to lift you with him, the whole world tilted with a metallic groan. Will quickly turned so he landed back-first to cushion your fall and held you so tight, you could hardly breathe. You clung to him just as hard as you felt the giant piece of machinery spin in a circle a few more times before the telltale whine of the engines dying and the blades snapping off punctuated the cacophony.

The ringing in your ears almost drowned out Will’s harsh breath. You were panting just as hard and still clinging to him like a life preserver. You let out a ragged breath before lifting your head to find his eyes. He was bleeding badly from the head and blood trickled down the side of his face. You gently traced the edge of it with your thumb. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. His own hand came up to trace your jaw and you winced at the unexpected sting. When he brought his hand back, there was blood on it as well. “Are you?”

“I think so—”

“Are you two okay?” Pope asked in a rushed breath as he scrambled over to you.

You both nodded and you took his hand to help you up. Will’s hand stayed clenched around your shirt as you pulled him up. Santi grunted as he yanked the side door open above him and Will took his moment of distraction to tilt his forehead against yours. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you squeezed his fingers.

“You first,” he said, gesturing to the open door. He bent his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Your side—”

“I’m okay,” he said in a strained voice. He grunted slightly as he lifted you towards the opening.

You found purchase and yanked yourself up with your hands, hissing as your injured leg brushed against the doorframe. You carefully lifted yourself to sit on top as Benny pulled a bleary Fish and Tom through the shattered windshield. Donkeys brayed in the small village in the distance as several people climbed onto the net with all your bounty. Your heart physically hurt as the sun flashed off what you assumed were several knives.

“They’re cutting into the fucking net,” Fish muttered from below as Santi popped up beside you. He laid a comforting hand on your shoulder before sliding down the chopper.

Will appeared by your side with a grunt and you helped yank him the rest of the way through the door. Surveying the ground below, you weren’t sure how you would make that drop with your leg as it was. Maybe if you rolled to land on your side—

“What’s the plan here?” Santi asked.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Benny cried, rushing forward as Will slid to the ground, landing on his knees hard and holding his hip.

Benny stared at his brother briefly, hands hovering over him before turning to you and holding out a hand.

You began to reach for him when Will quickly stood and grabbed Benny’s arm. “Here, let me.” Something passed between them before the younger Miller nodded and turned his attention to Tom. Will held out his arms for you, and you slid forward to slot your waist between them. You laid your hands on his muscled and veined forearms and clenched your teeth in anticipation of the landing to come.

“I won’t let you fall,” Will said quietly. “Come on.”

You nodded before gingerly sliding down. True to his word, Will caught your waist just a foot off the ground before tenderly lowering you to stand beside him. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your hip bones and you let out a shuddery breath as you stared at each other, completely lost.

“That’s cocaine they’re growing,” Tom’s voice pulled you out of your trance, “so they may have weapons trained on us from there and there.”

“Thanks, Ironhead,” you muttered with a small smile, giving Will a gentle pad on the chest.

He gave you a grin in return, his eyes soft. “Anything for you, darlin’.”

Your heart fluttered as you turned your focus to Tom’s plan. Since you were both injured, you and Will stayed by the chopper, but he made sure to stick close to your side. You didn’t want to stray too far from his either. Benny and Fish disappeared into the brush while Tom and Santi headed towards the villagers gathered around the net. Black smoke from the crash piled into the air, clouding the blue sky that reminded you so much of Will’s eyes, and you coughed as it infiltrated your lungs. Will gently rubbed your back, letting his hand slide down your shoulder and arm to gently squeeze your hand. You squeezed back and sighed, praying you’d both get home in one piece.

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reese-tasteslikepepsicola · 7 months

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I wanna chew on his belt with my K9s #ovulating 🕊️

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frannyzooey · 2 years

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I followed and stayed because Pioneer!Will.

Oh 🥺

Pioneer Will x f!reader

Rating: soft

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He’s a furnace.

Which is good; a blanket of snow covering the fields around your cabin, an undisturbed crust of sparkling white.

His heavy limbs surround yours, his sturdy body solid pressed tight to you and while he sleeps, you press yourself closer to his side and remember.

Him — his golden locks lit in the afternoon sun, his eyes the lightest blue with teasing as he helped you with your chores.

Him — his back straining against the material of his shirt, a line of darkened sweat down the length of his spine, the sleeves haphazardly rolled up and back, frayed rope twisted around his large hands.

Him -- the shadow of your body covering his face, a stiff strand or two of hay pressed into his hair, his throat bare and lean and tanned, working with a swallow for every gentle press of your lips against the ridge of his hipbone.

Him -- fire flickering across his handsome features, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read the news from town.

His lashes a dark fan over his cheeks, his breath steady and slow where it tickles your cheek. Your fingers creep up over his shoulder as slow as the frost crept up the windowsill last night and his hand flexes and splays over your back, holding you closer.

He hums, eyes still closed.

“What do you need, little wife?” His thigh shifts between your legs, your bodies slick with sweat where your skin is molded together in a content, intimate bare cocoon of warmth under the quilts.

Nothing, save for this. For him, you think.

You scoot even closer, nestling your face in the fragrant crook of his neck and you inhale, closing your eyes. Another memory for your banks.

“You.”

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Thank you so much for indulging my historical fascination with this man and for following me! ❤️

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 2 years

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Being in a relationship with Benny and Will

You will never know peace again.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve had to break up Will and Benny because they got into yet another fight over some dumb shit. Again.

Just stand between them. That usually does the trick. They don’t like the idea of you getting hurt because of them accidentally hit you.

But there are times when you just let them duke it out and beat the shit out of each other until they’re exhausted and cracking each other up.

Benny is the golden retriever who tacklehugs you with affection.

Will is your steady rock - the one you cuddle up on for warmth and a quiet nap.

No one will EVER mess with you. Never. If they do, they get the combined wrath of the Miller brothers.

Benny would be content to live in a pigsty.

Will is a neat freak.

There is no balance so good luck navigating this hellscape.

Both of your boys are early risers and you definitely notice when they’ve gone for their morning run because ohmygod the bed is huge look at all this space you have.

After fight night, Benny sleeps like the dead for 14 hours straight. You cannot wake him. You’ve tried.

Will is really good about fixing things around the house. He knows how to get his hands into things and puzzle them out.

Benny is the one who breaks shit.

Will loves to cook with you. There’s something soothing and comforting about working alongside each other companionably. He’s willing to taste-test anything you offer him.

Definitely steals a few cheek kisses and some affectionate pats to your butt or slides his arm around your waist.

Benny is the snack hoarder. Please feed him real food. Left to his own devices, he has been known to not touch a vegetable or fruit for weeks on end.

How he manages to stay fit on flaming hot cheetos, oreos, and neon blue energy drinks is beyond anyone’s comprehension.

Will and Benny always want you to sleep between them because they’re very protective of you and this grants them both the chance to spoon you.

Benny always tries to foist his laundry onto literally anyone else. So even though you try to keep your laundry separate, somehow you wind up with Benny’s clothes in your hamper.

You got caught in a pillow fight all of one time before a Miller brother clocked you in the face and wiped you OUT COLD.

Benny steals your soap and uses your lotion because you always smell good.

On very rare occasions (you can’t overdo it!), you set up a prank in order to nab a Miller brother.

They think the other one did it.

Which results in Will and Benny going at each other’s throats while you skate through the chaos, innocent as a lamb.

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Captain and the Siren

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So, I had wanted to do a lighter and playful and more sensual fic with some of the elements I used in "Cooling Off" with Will (water gun play, sundress, chasing). I had a general idea of where I wanted it to go and then it got away from me and kinda wrote itself. It became something a little more and I actually love how this came out. Thank you @carni-val for looking at this, as always! 💖 It's about time Will and his wife get some sexy times.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,245

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: A spontaneous water gun fight leads to your husband appreciating and loving your body.

Contains: silliness, laundry room love making (P in V), masturbation (F), banter, fluff, water gun play, chasing, sundress, roleplaying, body insecurities (alluding more towards aging and having bear children), body appreciation, comfort, a little biting, binding, stripping

Will thought he was going to have a low key Sunday, seeing as Lucy is spending yet another day in the pool, but luckily this time, it is at her friend's house. He'll make a mental note to send a fruit basket or something to their parents knowing what kind of mess her and her friends are probably going to leave and he's looking right at it. He knows Lucy was taught better. To be fair, the pool accessories are in the pool where they're meant to be. The unicorn float, pool noodles, inflatable balls all bobbing on the surface of the chlorine water, but Lucy knows better to put them away when she's not using them, especially the water guns and other toys which her and her friends left strewn around the pool and lounge chairs. He likes organization. At least she didn't leave any wet towels balled up.

Will starts to pick up the toys and puts them back where they should be after rinsing them off in the pool. He scoops up a super soaker and feels the weight of the water that’s still in it. As he's about to empty it out into the pool, he gets interrupted when you call out to him. He turns his body towards where you're standing, in the frame of the sliding patio door.

"Whoa! Don't shoot me! I just wanted to ask if you want a sandwich. I'm making lunch," you tell him with your hands up.

Will looks down at the water gun and then back to you, making the connection. A smirk slowly plays on his face and you shoot back a look of warning.

"You wouldn't dare," you tell him.

He pumps the water gun once and a stream of water lands by your feet, making you squeal and jump back into the safety of your house.

"Come on, this is a new dress!" you giggle.

You've been feeling self-conscious lately about how gravity and time has slowly transformed your body so you splurged on a cute floral sundress the other day that looked flattering on you. With the hem hitting just a few inches above your knees, it is long enough to be modest, but also short enough to be a bit sassy, the flowy skirt bouncing with each step you take. The V-neckline teases just the top of your breasts, but undoing the top button or two could turn it into a sexy little number. Today seemed like a nice day to show it off, but you would have thought twice about wearing it if you knew you were getting into a water gun fight with your husband.

"It's a cute dress on you," Will compliments.

"Thank you!" You smile and do a little twirl.

“But I think it could use some finishing touches," Will adds, throwing the gun strap over his head and shoulder as he slowly inches towards you.

You squeal again and take off running when Will starts moving quickly towards you. You sprint through the house, looking for a place to hide. You scream when you feel cold water hit the back of your leg but you keep moving, weaving in and out of rooms as Will chases after you. When you find yourself in the living room, you try to use the furniture as a barrier. The puke green and neon yellow and orange gun in his hands is aimed at you, ready to squirt.

"NOT in here. These couches are suede," you warn him.

"Okay, fair." Will eases the gun and points it down at the ground.

You cautiously walk away, watching him as you slowly make your way out from behind the couch. When you see a path out, Will starts inching closer to you so you take off running again and as expected, he is on your heels. You know he's holding back because he can outrun you any day, especially with those long legs of his. You end up running into the laundry room and realize it's a mistake. You're cornered with nowhere to go. There isn't even anything to hide behind. Defeated, you quickly turn to face Will with your hands in the air.

“Okay, okay you got me!” You say after taking a few seconds to catch your breath. “Just don’t shoot me!”

"What would be the fun in that?" Will aims the water gun at you and just as he's about to squeeze the trigger, you hold your hands out and rattle off the first words that come to mind.

"Wait, wait! No, no, I'll do anything!" you giggle.

Will lowers the toy gun and tilts his head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean you'll do anything?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Well..." you shrug, inadvertently causing a strap to slip off your shoulder. "What if I can offer you something in return for my freedom?" Your fingers play around with the button at the top of your dress that's sitting right above your cleavage. "Captain?"

Will licks his lips as his eyes focus on your chest.

"Well, what are you offering?" he asks, intrigued by this turn of event.

"I can... offer myself," you reply as you step closer to him. "I can be your little whore."

"Hm, I don't like that word. Too degrading," he scrunches his nose. “Wench?”

“Okay, when I said ‘Captain’, I didn’t mean like, of a pirate ship,” you shoot back with your hand on your hip popped to the side, pulling a laugh from Will.

"Well, I can be whatever you want me to be,” you add, jumping back into your role, slipping your hands over his chest and sliding them up to the back of his neck, hooking your fingers together while waiting for his response.

"Hm, it does sound pretty tempting," Will says, pretending to consider the offer. “How desperate are you?” he teases as he tries to peek down the front of your dress.

"I'm very desperate." You lean in to kiss him, but he jerks his head away. You try again, but he moves away again. The smirk on his face tells you he's enjoying this very much.

"So, anything, huh?" Will asks as he backs you up against the washing machine.

"Uh huh," you nod. "Anything you please, sir."

Will lets out a groan as he presses himself against you. You bite your lower lip, feeling his rock hard erection.

"Open up your dress," he nods his chin at your body, taking a step back to watch you.

You hesitate at first, feeling a little shy, but you start at the top button and slowly make your way down, taking your time to let him enjoy the show, until you finally get to the last one. You stand there, waiting for his next command.

"Get on top of the washing machine," he pats the top of the appliance.

You hoist yourself up and get comfortable. Will uses the tip of the water gun to open your dress up, admiring the view in front of him.

"No bra? Mm," he groans as he glances at your breasts hanging freely.

His eyes travel below your waist and the gun follows, pausing between your inner thighs before gesturing your legs open further with the tip of the gun. You bring your arms back to support yourself as you lean back and spread your legs. Your dress falls open even wider, showing yourself to him. You're grateful for the dimly lit room, only being illuminated by the narrow stream of sunlight coming from a small window.

"I want you to touch yourself.”

You reach your hand down between your legs to tease yourself with your fingers at first, gently grazing the tips along the cotton-covered slit. Your husband's eyes are glued to your sweet spot. It feels like it's been a long time since you've both been able to have some spontaneous fun like this without any interruptions or obligations. You let a quiet moan slip out when you drag your finger over your clit. You close your eyes and roll your head to the side as you increase the pressure and focus on a spot that's lighting up your core.

"You look so fucking hot right now," Will whispers as he continues to watch you pleasure yourself.

Feeling a bit more confident, you shift your position to slide your hand into the front of your panties, causing the other strap to fall off your other shoulder, completely exposing your body, with the exception of your underwear. He steps into the space between your legs, leaving the gun hanging behind him before grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. You continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger inside, while maintaining eye contact with him. He leans in and captures your mouth with his own, kissing you like it's his first time with you. The two of you make out for a few moments, teasing each other with tongues and nibbles. You can hear him breathing deeply through his nose as he devours you. His whiskers are tickling your face, but it's something you're used to.

Will finally pulls away for some air, but keeps close, your noses bumping. You pull your hand out from your panties and slip your fingers into his wet mouth. He swirls his tongue around them and gently sucks on them as you slowly pull them out of his mouth with a pop.

"Mm, I love the way you taste," Will licks his lips, then leaves a quick peck on your lips.

He reaches underneath your dress and hooks his fingers to the sides of your panties and then pulls them down, dragging them over your hips. You shift yourself to help him remove them and he slides them down your smooth legs. He carelessly tosses them aside, not caring where they land, then steps back into the space between your legs. You bite your lower lip, anticipating his next move.

One of his hands reaches up to cup your face and he leans in to kiss you again. This time it's more intentional, taking his time to savor the moment. He's kissing you like he did on your wedding day. Passionate, yet not rushed. Just his soft lips gently and tenderly caressing yours, feeling his love translate through his affection. You moan into his mouth when you feel his other hand kneading one of your breasts as his thumb flicks your nipple. Your hand reaches down into his tenting basketball shorts, but Will grabs your wrist and breaks the kiss.

“Hey! Who said you can touch me?”

"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to touch my husband," you reply.

"Am I your husband or your captor?" Will asks, taking your wrists and pinning them behind you.

"I'm sorry, Captain," you apologize with a wide smile playing on your face.

He stares at you for a moment, seeing the gears in his head moving, before releasing your wrists.

"Don't move."

You stay put as you watch him disappear below the washing machine, but come back with your panties in his hand. He reaches behind you again and ties your wrists together with your underwear. You're happy to see him really having fun with this.

"So your hands don't go wandering while I... plunder and pillage... your village," Will sputters and you burst out laughing right along with him.

"Are-are you a Viking now?" you ask, your words slipping in between snorts which makes Will laugh even harder. You lean into Will, your head resting on his shoulder as you continue to crack up.

"I-I don't know what I'm doing," Will says as he recovers from his laughing fit. "I can't even really see what I'm doing." He reaches for the light switch and you retreat, wincing when the room is lit up, highlighting all the parts of your body you've been feeling insecure about.

"What's the matter?" he asks, turning his attention back to you.

"I..." You try to make yourself smaller, turning and shifting your body with your limitations. "I'm feeling a little shy about my body," you admit.

"Why's that?" he asks curiously.

"Well, you know, things aren’t as perky anymore," you shrug. "And--"

"Let me stop you right there," Will cuts you off. He places both of his hands on each side of your hips, closing you in. "I don't know what or who put those thoughts into your head, but you are just as gorgeous as the first time I laid my eyes on you. Sure, your body has changed - as has mine. I mean..." He pinches a handful of his midsection where he once had a six-pack. “I’m no spring chicken anymore.”

"But it doesn't make it any less beautiful. In fact..." Will leans in, nudging his nose against the side of your neck while inhaling your scent.

"Every transformation..." He kisses your neck.

"Is just a testament..." He works his way down to your collar bone and plants a kiss there as well.

"Every swell..." Moving lower, he runs the tip of his tongue up the valley between your breasts.

"Every shrink..." He then drags his tongue across and down each breast. You stifle a moan when you feel him flicking your nipples as he passes over them.

"Every dip..." Continuing his path, he leaves a trail of kisses down your torso. "Every curve, every stretch..."

He gives your belly a little more attention than he had with your other body parts.

“Every dent, every bump…” His lips bring attention to the apex where your legs and crotch meet.

"Every mark, every scar..." He settles between your legs and playfully bites your inner thigh, causing you to giggle.

"To what your miraculous body has endured in your life journey.” He places a tender kiss where he bit you.

“Including creating life and nurturing it. And that actually makes you so much more beautiful and sexy." He looks up at you with so much sincerity, you can’t help but melt, feeling your chest suddenly get so full.

“Babe, you’re gonna make me cry,” you pout.

“They’re tears of joy I hope,” Will smiles. He stands up and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always want you,” he says. “No matter how much your body changes, no matter how old you get. Even when my dick stops working," he chuckles and you let out a chortle.

"You know, they got pills for that kinda stuff now," you throw in, softening the mood.

"Well, until that day comes, I got all I need right in front of me." Will grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him. "You're not a wench. You're a saucy siren and I'm gonna ravage you now."

You bust out laughing again, but he cuts you off when he slots his mouth over yours. He kneads your ass and then runs his palms up your sides, gripping your waist. Reaching down, he pulls his semi-hard cock out of his shorts and jerks himself to full mast. He briefly breaks from the kiss to align himself with you at the edge of the washing machine. Gently, he pushes into you, feeling your body tense up and relax under his touch as he goes in further. He pulls back out and slams right back into you, making you groan. Once again, he slowly withdraws himself and then buries himself inside you. You let out a gasp as he continues to push himself to the hilt, filling you up.

"Am I hurting you?" Will asks, stilling his hips.

"No," you shake your head.

"Are you comfortable?" he checks.

"Mm hm," you moan as you nod your head.

"Good." With one hand gripping your waist and the other on your hip, he pounds into, holding on to you so you don't fall over.

With your bound hands behind you, you balance yourself on the washing machine and tilt your hips to get a better angle. He watches your face contort as he alternates between giving you short and long strokes, teasing and toying with you.

"Will..." you grunt.

"Shh, just focus on the feeling." He brings a hand down between the two of you and works his thumb over your clit in small circles.

Your hips jerk when you feel the pressure of his finger massaging you, but his pacing doesn't change. It feels like torture, the way he's dragging out the pleasure. Just enough stimulation to spark something, but not enough to ignite it. He knows all the ways to play with your body until you lose your mind and beg for mercy.

"Please..." You pant, wrapping your legs around his hips and pull him in closer, needing relief.

"I've got you, baby."

Will wraps his arms around your torso and draws you in, holding you close to his chest. Your legs tighten their grip, not caring that the water gun is digging into your skin, as he pumps into you harder and faster. You want to be as close to him as you physically can. He's stroking you in all the right places, and you feel the familiar warmth spreading through your lower belly.

Your sweet moans and pants are music to his ears; Your enchanting songs entice him more and more as he slips deeper into you, punching up into you. Will leans his forehead against yours as he continues to move in and out of you like he wants to bury himself inside of you.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he breathes out.

Seeing Will's lust-filled eyes tells you he's close, but he suddenly pulls out, confusing you. He hooks his arms under your knees and grabs a hold of each side of your hips, spreading you wider. Thankfully having your arms behind you prevented you from falling back.

He slams himself back into you and you immediately feel him hitting some sensitive spots inside you from this deeper angle. He's determined and giving all he's got, to the point you're pretty sure he nudged the washing machine.

Without warning, your orgasm blooms and you're feeling dizzy. It's like firecrackers on the Fourth of July going through your body. You cry out as your walls continue to squeeze him over and over again, with each stroke intensifying your release. Moments later, Will lets out a moan as his hips stutter while spilling himself inside of you.

Will falls on top of you as he catches his breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You shudder feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. You feel his hand caressing your ribs as he pushes himself up, relieving you from his weight. He looks down at you with a super wide grin.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too," you shoot back, staring up into his crystal blue eyes.

"Come on, let's have some lunch." He pecks the tip of your nose.

After pulling out of you, he helps you up and unties you. You hop off the washing machine and after the two of you put your clothes back, he steps aside to let you go ahead of him.

"After you, m’lady.”

You chuckle and walk out through the door and as you exit the laundry room, you shriek when you feel a stream of cold water hit your back. You quickly turn around and as expected, you find Will wielding the water gun.

“You had to see that coming,” Will shrugs.

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navybrat817 · 28 days

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Kris, look at him. I need him! 🫠

Welcome to the Meal

Pairing: William Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Will's hungry, but not for food.

Word Count: Over 600

Warnings: Established relationship, implied explicit sexual content, reference to oral sex (f. receiving), being in love and slight feels (it's me, okay?), William Miller (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Short and sweet for Sinday and inspired by a prompt @whisperlullaby provided. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Will stared unashamedly at you from across the table as you tried to look over the menu. Again. Each time you glanced at him over the flickering candlelight, you found his blue eyes staring right back at you. The retired captain had an impressive talent of not giving away a single emotion unless he wanted to. But tonight, he didn't bother to try and hide his lust.

Just because he promised to take you out for dinner, he didn't say anything about playing nice or fair.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you begged. It wasn't that you didn't like having his undivided attention because you loved it, but how did he expect you to get through the meal when he looked about two seconds away from tossing the table aside to get to you? “Please.”

Amusement flickered in Will’s eyes, his voice low and teasing when he asked, “Like what?”

You huffed because he knew exactly how he was looking at you. He wanted to devour you and he wanted to hear you say it. “Like I’m dinner.”

“Maybe I’m hungry,” Will said.

“Well, I'm not dinner,” you said, closing the menu.

“Yes, you are. And dessert,” he smirked, licking his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “Breakfast, too, and you know how hungry I get first thing in the morning.”

You suppressed a shiver as you recalled how his eyes dragged along your body earlier that day. He had you sprawled out naked in his bed, his large hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart so he could stare at your exposed, glistening pussy. He licked his lips like he was eager to taste you and you clenched around nothing before he dipped his head. The moan you let out when his tongue moved between your wet lips sounded a lot like his name.

The man took pride in everything he did and that included eating pussy.

“How are you always hungry?” You asked. You understood his need whenever the two of you reunited after being apart, but he was insatiable any day of the week that ended in “y”.

“Because you're delicious, sweetheart,” he answered, your heart skipping a beat as scratched along his short beard. Facial hair was never a “make or break” deal with you until him. You longed to feel him bury his head between your legs again and soothe your ache. “I can't get enough.”

You took a moment to admire the love of your life when you realized he wasn't just talking about your body. Some days he held you a little too close because he knew what it was like to lose, but you loved him all the more for it. He let you in because he trusted you when it didn't come easy. Having his heart was an honor.

Who wouldn't want William Miller to love them?

“I can't get enough of you either,” you said, reaching across the table to take his hand. He gripped it like a lifeline and it wasn't just lust you saw when you gazed into his eyes this time.

You saw paradise. Home. Love.

Everything he wanted and didn't think he deserved until you.

“Are we ready to order?” The server asked, temporarily breaking the spell.

You nodded after a moment, your heart full as you squeezed Will’s hand. “I think so, but we’re going to take our meal to-go. If that's okay.”

“Of course,” the server said.

The small smile on Will’s face told you that was his plan all along and you didn't mind.

Besides, who were you to keep your starving man from eating?

I love him, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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