Can’t wait for, like, 2025 when we look back on the 2018/2019 era and say “hey, remember when we were all really freaking depressed? That was a crazy time! Glad we aren’t like that anymore”
Will Poulter x Actor!Amab!Reader [Lime] |Headcanons & Drabble|
Warning; request was originally 'fluff & smut' but! it was hard to do that, so I made it a lime. Kind of half-assed, I apologize. Long headcanons.
Masterlist.
Requested by Kaniko on Quotev.
•You and Will have known each other for a while now.
•You met on set when you were in your mid-teen years, and you got along pretty well from the beginning, becoming what one would call best friends.
•You always find yourself remembering having lots of fun while acting alongside Will, who would usually be one to bring up the stories of your inside jokes or small pranks you did to other actors, but nothing harmful.
•You and Will had gotten casted to act together quite a few times, whether it'll be in movies or series, and you always had a blast spending your time with him.
•Being part of the Maze Runner cast was definitely one of the best moments of your lives. Meeting amazing people and making friends of a lifetime.
•Everything had always been quite simple between you and Will.
•If you don't count a few things, or accidents that happened during that made you change the way you look at him.
•Even though you had weird feelings regarding Will, you never let that intervene with your friendship, concluding that time itself would make you get rid of these weird feelings.
•But perhaps, acting together in a rom-com wasn't going to be of much help to you.
•You hated having to remind yourself that Will was nothing more than a friend. And would never be, Will was straight while you were some gray, faded line between straight and gay.
•Although, it wasn't of much help whenever Will would joke around the set, calling you his boyfriend (not that you minded), like he had done during the filming of Maze Runner.
•Not a single person questioned Will, because they could always see the way you looked at him, almost having cartoonish heart-shaped eyes whenever you would stare at him a second longer than needed.
•And an accident on set caused "something" to happen between them and the tension just continued to build up.
•Let's just say that, doing a kabedon to your best friend while half-naked would create some tension, even if it was completely accidental.
•You had a plan to try and ease that tension between you two, so you invited him to your hotel room to do exactly that.
•Thankfully, you had some alcohol around, some bourbon that you shared with Will as well.
•Everything seemed to be going fine, you had been talking for a while while a movie was going off in the background to fill any silence.
•The ambiance eased as the tension was gone by now, and that calmed your worried mind.
•Until you realized how close to each other you actually were. Maybe a tad bit too close.
•You tried to back away from Will, but his green eyes were hazy as he placed his hand on your thigh.
•At that, your mind immediately goes to 'fuck no...' mode.
•Will noticed your internal conflict and he took his time to lift his free hand to your face, locking eyes with you before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
•Of course, you were caught off guard by this, especially because he kissed you first, but even so, you still tried to push him away.
•But, fuck... He was such a good kisser. And his hand... It kept going up, "Wait, Will-"
•"Please, (M/n), I... I want this, and I know you do too..."
•The way his deep voice sounded, hearing him pleading for you...
•Fuck it.
•With kiss after kiss, you found yourselves undressing each other, Will was left in his underwear, while you were left with your button-up shirt discarded somewhere.
Still sitting on the couch, Will had found his way on your lap, hands placed on your shoulders to hold himself up, your hands on his hips while you continued kissing.
"Touch me, (M/n), please~," his whiny voice against your lips made a shiver run down your spine, your hand reaching to touch his erection, slowly stroking it over the fabric of his boxers, capturing Will's lips on yours and swallowing his moans.
His hips twitched as he tried to grind against you, or into your hand, he just wanted- needed more of you.
You began trailing kisses down his neck, but avoiding leaving visible marks on his tanned skin, hearing him moaning freely now, calling your name in your ear and making you go feral, holding onto his hips tighter. It was too much for you to handle, and securing your hold on his body, you laid him on his back on the couch, and began grinding your his down on his, lifting his legs and grabbing on for leverage as you began to place kisses down his chest and abdomen.
Will whined at the feeling of your erection rubbing against his and your lips kissing his heated skin, his hands reaching to interlock with your hair, gently pulling on it to keep you close to his chest, enjoying the jolt of pleasure your teeth brought to his body.
Slowly, you made your way down, releasing his legs and hooking your fingers around his underwear, leaving subtle teeth marks along his hip bone and down his v-line.
"(M/n)..." Will's voice was meek and breathy, his thighs trembling in anticipation as he watched with clouded eyes how you lowered his boxers, sliding them down his toned legs, "What-?"
A whimper escaped past Will's mouth when your lips placed a kiss on his shaft, making your way up to his red and leaking tip, licking your lips and humming at the taste of his pre-cum.
"Stay still, Will," you said with a teasing voice, holding the base of his cock and taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pressing it against his slit, feeling how his thighs threatened to close around your head, loud and lewd moans and cries of your name filled the suite you were staying in, but it wasn't like you cared.
Whether anyone could hear him or not, you were the only one who could get him to sound so painfully erotic, looking like a dream under you.
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May I request first time having sex or body worship with Will for the 5 sentence ficlet thing? 🙈 ❤️ Thank you I love your writing!
send me nsfw headcanons and I will write a 5 sentence fic
I am a firm believer that Will lives for body worship and I will dedicate my life to converting everyone 😤😤
Will spent the last half hour licking and sucking your tits, pulling orgasm after orgasm. Your pussy throbbed and your head span as his lips trailed down your stomach to your thighs.
"How are you, baby girl?" He kissed the top of your thighs, causing you to sigh from overstimulation.
"Feel...so...good." You stammered. Will laughed, sliding your panties off your legs.
"Good." His gaze grew wicked with lust as his eyes fixated on your dripping hole. "Cause I'm gonna worship this pussy until you're begging me to stop." With that, his tongue lapped at your wetness before engulfing his lips around your clit.
›› synopsis: you're an actress who has been friends with will since filming your last project together. you've always had a small crush on him, but seeing him in glasses might be the thing that pushes you to make a move.
›› warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, oral sex.
of course you knew will wore glasses. it was just, he typically wore contacts. in fact, you didn't think you had ever seen him sport an actual pair of glasses since you'd met all those months ago when filming first started.
today, however, you're chatting with your co-stars when will - who's been running late - comes hurrying through the interview room door with his hands held up. ❝ sorry, everyone. i'm here, i'm here. ❞
the rest of the group starts to razz him, especially because he's normally the punctual one, but you're only able to sit and stare.
he's ditched his contact lenses for the day, instead replacing them with a pair of chunky clear frames. your heart flutters, and you've no idea why. to your knowledge, you've never had a thing for men in glasses before. so there really is no reason for the way you're acting, other than that will poulter looks really fucking hot in glasses.
will has made his rounds throughout the room, greeting his old co-stars, and as he reaches you he leans in for his customary hug. but you're still just staring, apparently unable to move with how turned on he's got you with one simple wardrobe change.
❝ are you okay? ❞ he asks, eying you with a small smile. ❝ am i not allowed to hug you? ❞
your face is burning; your cheeks must be beet red by now. hoping he can't tell, you stutter, ❝ no ... i-i mean, yes! of course you can hug me. ❞
with an awkward little laugh, you lean forward to embrace him. he smells as good as you remember, and the hug is full of warmth as he squeezes you, rocking you back and forth for a bit. it's been a while since you've seen each other and though you've been working on a few other projects since then, you were never quite able to forget him. he was always so sweet and polite and just ... darling. you suppose you've always had a bit of a crush on him, but the glasses? the glasses are taking this to a whole other level.
as you reluctantly release will from the hug, he takes his place in the interview lineup.
the cast for this particular project was fairly large, so the interviewer has set you all up in a semi-circle before him. you're dead center, and will is off toward the end of the line, and with that angle you have a clear, dead shot to stare at him the entire time.
and stare you do.
you can barely keep track of the questions and conversations around you, chiming in every once in a while so as not to seem rude, but your focus is almost entirely on will. on his bright eyes, the way his glasses frame them, his dark brows, the contemplative look on his face. the glint of light off his lenses gives his normally ambiguous eyes a sharp green color. fuck, no one has eyes that green. he's so fucking hot.
will meets your gaze suddenly, and grins. he raises his eyebrows questioningly, but you're unable to do anything but stare, open-mouthed, at him. he must think you're a fucking idiot.
as the interview drags on, he glances at you a few more times, smile slowly fading. you hardly realize, though, squeezing your thighs together in your seat, picturing all the things he could do to you, with the glasses or without.
finally, the interviewer wraps things up and as you stand you're waylaid by one of your co-stars. ❝ so, i was thinking, since it's been a while, i'm gonna get the cast together for some drinks after this and catch up. you wanna come? ❞
you give your assent as you're all filtering out into the hallway, and a strong hand catches your arm, giving a gentle squeeze.
it's will, staring down at you through those glasses, and now your underwear are well and truly soaked. ❝ hey. can i talk to you? ❞
you nod, wondering what this could be about as will leads you down the hallway and away from the group.
for a moment, he just stands with his arms crossed, one hand running a thumb slowly over his lower lip. seriously, can he fucking not?
he eventually speaks, with a sigh, ❝ is everything alright? ... have i done something to upset you? ❞
you frown, shaking your head. ❝ no? why would you think i'm upset? ❞ he does not even realize you're the exact opposite of upset right now.
will runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. ❝ you were just ... acting kind of strange. i mean, first you wouldn't even let me hug you. and we always hug, y'know? whenever we see each other. and then, during the interview, i mean. you were giving me that look. i just want to know if i've upset you or made you uncomfortable or something, because if i have i'd love the chance to apologize and make things right. ❞
he's rambling, and it's hard for you to keep track of what he's saying. uncomfortable? upset? if he only knew how badly you want him to fuck you right here in this hallway, he wouldn't be saying all this.
... should you just tell him? honesty is always the best policy, right?
completely unaware of your internal dilemma, will continues, ❝ i know i can come off a bit strong sometimes, and i'm so sorry - ❞
❝ i think you look really hot today, ❞ you cut him off suddenly. ❝ in your glasses. ❞
will inhales sharply, blinking at you. he's so unbelievably cute, it's unnatural. ❝ oh. well. ❞ he clears his throat. ❝ th-thank you, i ... i'm flattered. ❞
trying not to let your hands shake too badly, you shove them in your pockets. ❝ yeah, so. that's why i was staring. i just think you look really nice today. ❞ you shrug in a desperate attempt to seem casual, even though your insides are twisting around themselves and there's a veritable puddle between your legs just from looking at him.
❝ are you coming out? ❞ you ask, gesturing to the retreating backs of your cast members. ❝ for drinks? ❞
❝ o-okay, yeah. ❞ he nods, and you gesture for him to follow you out.
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you're staring again. fuck, you can't help it.
will is so beautiful, sat across the table from you, nestled between two of your castmates, cheeks flushed from the drink he's nursing.
you yourself are only one drink in, but you might have to call it quits after just this one. the way you're feeling today, there's no telling what you'll do if you get well and truly drunk.
will frequently catches your eye, and at one point he uses his middle finger to slowly slide his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose, which leaves you gasping for air.
❝ jeez, are you okay? ❞ someone beside you asks with a laugh, and you nod, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into the palm of your hand as you continue to ogle will, who hides a grin behind the rim of his glass.
what a cheeky bastard.
› › ›
your front door swings shut after the last of your co-stars and you sigh, leaning back against the hard wood.
will is the only one left, and the longer you spend in the entryway to your apartment, the further you can see him crane his head back from the living room couch to look at you.
he calls your name. ❝ are you coming back? you didn't leave me, did you? ❞
❝ i'm here, ❞ you tell him unsteadily. with measured steps, you make your way back to the living room. standing by the arm of the sofa, you look at him. he looks at you. neither of you says anything, but he does offer the slightest hint of a smile and your heart melts.
❝ something to drink? ❞ even though everything inside of you is screaming at you to jump on him right there on your couch and ravish the everloving hell out of him, your feet somehow manage to ignore all of that and carry you to the kitchen instead.
will hums as you pull the fridge open. ❝ i'll just take a water, thanks. ❞ is that disappointment you hear in his voice?
with a water for him and an iced tea for yourself, you venture back to the living room. water in hand, will takes a sip and then moves to place his glass on the coffee table.
❝ ah-ah, mister, ❞ you reprimand him. ❝ this is a new apartment. ❞ leaning over, you grab two coasters from the pile and set them down for your drinks.
trying to lean back to take a seat, however, you misjudge the distance between will and yourself and find yourself seated half in his lap. ❝ shit, my bad - ❞
when you go to move, however, now embarrassed as hell, you find a strong arm around your waist preventing you from doing so.
you turn to will and find his face incredibly close to yours. your breath hitches in your throat. you seem to have lost the ability to speak.
but that's alright, because will speaks in your place, with a quiet ❝ sorry. ❞
finding your voice, you swallow before muttering, ❝ what for? ❞
will's gaze is on your lips, then your eyes. ❝ well, for that. ❞ he gestures to your drinks on the table. ❝ but also, i realized that when you said i looked nice today ... i didn't say anything back. i didn't tell you you look fucking gorgeous. ❞
❝ are you serious? ❞ you're not sure why you said it like that; you sound so ungrateful.
❝ yeah, ❞ will chuckles. he makes a face. ❝ is that weird? ❞
you shake your head so fast you're afraid you'll get whiplash. ❝ god, no, will ... ❞ unsure what to say next, you realize your hand has somehow found its way to his thigh. with a soft squeeze, it then begins to travel up the length of his jeans, over the hem of his shirt. the delicate cotton rides up and your thumb brushes against the warm skin of his lower abdomen, but he doesn't stop you. drifting further still, your palm cups up and over his shoulder, his neck, until your fingers are cradling his ear, and your nails click against the plastic of his glasses. ❝ i mean ... only as weird as me thinking these are seriously the hottest things i've ever seen in my life. ❞
not wanting him to get the wrong idea, you stumble over your next words. ❝ i mean, you're hot all the time. there's just something about the glasses, y'know? you never wear them, it's ... something new, i guess. ❞
will's fingers are playing with the ends of your hair, a bemused smile stretching his lips. ❝ you never told me you thought i was hot. ❞
❝ i was nervous, ❞ you admit, and the heel of your hand slips down so you can cradle his neck. ❝ y'know, what if ... what if you weren't interested? ❞
without hesitation, will answers, ❝ i'm interested. ❞
you make the most embarrassing noise and lean swiftly in, but will's hand is planted on your shoulder, pushing you away.
❝ shit, sorry. i won't - ❞ your hand has fallen from his neck, but will's palm is there, catching it against his chest. you can feel his heart hammering away beneath.
❝ you're okay, ❞ he soothes you, sitting up straighter so that he's towering over you as he normally does.
❝ i want to be the one to kiss you. ❞
breathless, you nod, waiting patiently.
he rewards you with a thumb sweeping across your lips, both of his large hands cradling your jaw, fingers sinking further into your hair so that he can drag you closer.
it's easy for him to do so, strong as he is, but it's not like you wouldn't have gone willingly anyway.
your lips meet gently at first, the kiss growing more fervent as your bodies melt together. one of your hands is still braced on his broad chest, the other hanging onto his wrist, afraid to let go. he makes you feel so safe.
at one point your nose bumps the bridge of his glasses and you break from him with a gasp.
❝ what's wrong? ❞ he asks, and you're glad to hear that he's as breathless as you are.
❝ mm, nothing. just ... ❞ you squeeze your legs together, wondering if you should again just tell him the truth. hell, you already did once and it paid off. ❝ you're making me really fucking horny. ❞
his face goes red at that, and his gaze flickers toward your bedroom. ❝ d'you want to ... ? ❞
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in your room, he lays you carefully on the bed, teeth worrying over the side of your neck. there's going to be a rather nasty hickey there tomorrow and you couldn't care less.
he pulls back just long enough to get a hand between the two of you and starts to rub slow, gentle circles over your shorts. his mouth back on your neck, teeth tugging at your earlobe, he mumbles, ❝ i wanna put my mouth down there. ❞
those words are enough to make your vision go black. it's been so long since you've been touched like this, let alone by someone as hot as this, your brain doesn't know how to react.
❝ is that okay? ❞ he queries, and you can feel his smile against your neck.
❝ fuck yes, will, of course it's okay. ❞
when he leans back, there's a devious look on his face. ❝ shall i leave the glasses on? ❞
truthfully, it doesn't matter to you whether he keeps the glasses on or takes them off right now, but you can't deny how cute it's going to be watching him go down on you with them on, so you nod. ❝ please, ❞ is your answer.
will kisses his way down your body, rucking your shirt up so he can kiss and nip at your stomach, before hooking his fingers into your shorts and pulling. he takes your underwear with them at the same time before gently spreading your thighs with his large hands.
❝ fuck, ❞ he moans, eyes going wide at the sight of you. ❝ how long have you been this wet? ❞
❝ since you came into the room and i saw those fucking glasses, fuck! ❞ the last half of your sentence is a garbled mess because will's long, thick fingers have started slipping through your folds, spreading your wetness, working tight, glossy circles over your clit.
❝ god, i have to get my mouth down there. ❞
wasting no more time, he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around the tops of your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed so he can give one long, slow lick from right at your entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit. ❝ fuck, baby ... d'you even know how good you taste? ❞
your head thrown back against the pillows, fingers knotted in the sheets, you nod.
will chuckles, warm breath ghosting over your clit. ❝ you do, do you? ❞ he teases.
❝ i-i mean, no. i don't ... i think you should have another taste, and tell me how good it is. ❞
apparently thinking you're right, will dives back in with abandon. his lips and tongue make you squirm, rubbing your body along your cool, crisp sheets. realizing your shirt is still on, you rip it off and press your breasts together, rubbing and kneading.
when he decides to add a finger, your head shoots up and you stare down at him, your chest heaving. ❝ you gotta stop or i'm gonna cum. ❞
❝ already? ❞ he huffs a laugh, finger pumping slowly inside of you.
❝ sorry, 'm not normally this easy, i promise. ❞ a flush crawls its way up from your chest and over your neck. ❝ you're just so hot, and those glasses ... ❞
will shushes you, skirting a comforting thumb over your hip. ❝ you don't have to apologize, my love. i quite like it, it's ... flattering. ❞
your chest is heaving with the effort it takes to pull yourself back from the edge.
will pulls his finger from inside of you and sucks the taste of you off, coming to brace himself above you again.
before he can do anything, though, you're tugging at the bottom of his shirt. ❝ you have entirely too many clothes still on. ❞
you work to divest him of his clothes, and you gasp seeing his cock spring free from his briefs. ❝ you're big, ❞ is all you manage to say, which. what did you expect? the man's 6' fucking 3".
❝ i'll be gentle, ❞ he whispers, dipping his head to kiss your chest. ❝ d'you have a condom? ❞
shit, of course you don't. you haven't been in a relationship recently, been too wrapped up in thoughts and memories of will to want anyone else, so condoms aren't something you've had to think about. ❝ uh, no. but ... ❞ you shrug, hoping he knows that means you don't fucking care about protection when it comes to him.
❝ you're sure? ❞
❝ positive. ❞
his response is a lingering kiss to your forehead that makes your entire body flood with warmth.
when he lines himself up at your entrance, you grasp onto his arms for support. your pussy is already pulsing, trying to draw him in, and your knees tremble where they're pressed to his sides.
keeping true to his word, he doesn't start to push so much as roll his hips forward, letting just the head of his cock sink in, then another half inch and another. it feels so good you gasp for air like a drowning woman, and will kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
❝ i'm all the way in, ❞ he mutters, breaking the silence in the room with his mouth pressed to your chin.
your walls flutter around him and you make this strange hiccupping sound that makes you want to crawl in a hole and die.
❝ everything feel okay? ❞ will checks in, and you bite your lip hard, nails still dug into his arms.
❝ y-yeah ... if you could just ignore all the sounds i make from now on, that'd be great. ❞
will laughs, not unkindly, and mumbles, ❝ sorry, but there's no chance of that. ❞
and he starts to move, spearing through all your defenses, hips meeting yours with what starts as mild urgency and soon devolves into utter abandon as your pussy absolutely creams around him. you don't know if his dick is just made for you or what, but it's hitting all the right spots, making you see stars. which is pretty shitty, considering all you really want to see right now are his eyes through those fucking glasses.
❝ close, ❞ you gasp at some point, drawing him down by the back of his neck.
he nods, just resting his nose against yours, the frames of his glasses cold against your brow. ❝ me too. ❞ his voice is more measured than yours, though not by much.
you clear your throat, fingers carding through his copper hair, tugging lightly. ❝ inside? please? ❞
❝ you're on birth control? ❞
haven't had to think about that recently either. shit. ❝ uh, no. but, ❞ you say again, with another shrug.
will laughs harder this time, nudging his nose against your cheek. ❝ you're sure? ❞
your answer is the same as last time. ❝ positive. ❞
❝ i'll wait for you, ❞ will mutters, but his breathing is ragged and his arms are shaking and it's so obvious he's trying to hold himself back.
knowing he's so close to cumming, to giving you everything, is enough to push you over the edge. ❝ it's like. right now. ❞
both of you gasp at the same time, his cock starting to pulse, your cunt doing the same, drawing him in and taking greedily as he gives eagerly. hot, sticky cum floods into you as will kisses you, both of you gasping, licking into each others' mouths, bodies rocking together as you shake apart.
when you've done this with others, the comedown is always kind of awkward, picking yourselves up, getting dried off, saying your goodbyes.
but with will, it's perfect. still twitching inside of you, he slips to lay half on top of you, lips pressed to your shoulder as you continue to pet his hair. his eyelids flutter, and his breath comes hot and heavy against your skin. he must be so jetlagged after the flight from england.
he mumbles something you don't quite catch.
❝ hm? ❞ you can't seem to stop rubbing your legs against his.
❝ can i take the glasses off now? ❞ he asks a bit more clearly.
you hum, gazing down at him gazing sleepily up at you. your fingers dance along the edge of his ear again, toying with the hard plastic of the glasses.
❝ only if you agree to stay the night. ❞
he looks at you incredulously. ❝ how could i leave? and miss the chance to do that again. thanks, i'll stay. ❞
with a laugh, you finally take the glasses off for him and seal your lips to his.
no thoughts just will poulter in the bear… it feels criminal that I barely see any fics/oneshots for Luca yet this man is so fine omfg THE TATS like LOOK AT HIM
random bf!will poulter sfw headcanons for his birthday
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summary: read the title lol
a/n: sfw headcanons for his birthday<3 love this man
Alright so
Will would be one of the first actors to come introduce himself to you
Cause he'd see you alone standing there awkwardly
And want to help
And he'd introduce himself and just fall head over heels in love
He'd take you out for coffee and scones for a first date
And convince you to take a walk with him after
You'd end up just spending the whole day together
This would definitely become a habit after you started dating
Like you'd plan a short date and end up just wasting the day away together
Will would definitely be so nervous to kiss you or cuddle the first time because he wants to be a gentleman
He wouldn't want to be seen as too forward
He'd ask you super shyly and you'd tease him about it after so so much
But then he really gains confidence after that
Like this man cannot stop kissing you
He's always whispering compliments to you in public
“You're absolutely beautiful today”
“You're such an angel”
“I can't stop staring at you, love”
He always wears a jacket even if he doesn't need it just so he has something to give you if you're cold
He can't drive but he loves getting to watch you drive and sitting in the passenger's seat
He loves watching movies with you in them but hates watching movies with him in them for date nights
He's constantly buying you cool stuff
Like “oh yeah this necklace reminded me of you so I had to buy it” “but it was so expensive” “but it reminded me of you so I HAD to”
he definitely goes overboard on the pet names “love” “darling” “doll” “sweetheart” “baby” it's just constant
His fav thing to do when he sees the paps is take your hand and just bolt like it's a game of hide and seek and you two will run and hide all around London to escape them and you both have so much fun with it
His favorite place to be after a long day is in your arms, head on your chest with you running your hands through your hair
Aaron Pierre and Will Poulter pic with their agent. Aaron almost got a future role in Guardians of the Galaxy that ended up going to Will Poulter instead as Adam Warlock.
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