The Sandman is being review bombed on rotten tomatoes by you guessed it, racists, transphobes and homophobes and of course nobody is doing anything to moderate it
You can tell they’ve never read the comics and know nothing about them by the way they keep crying forced diversity and too many gays
Would you mind tagging me if you write more Benny Miller fics?? Thank youuuu!
Absolutely! You will be the first on my tag list 🥰 I am in a bit of a rut with real life and work eating up a bunch of my time, but I definitely have ideas to continue my Benny fic and a few other one-shots for Mr. Golden Retriever. Thanks so much for your interest 💜
A/N This is just some gratuitous fluff that I needed kthx
You fumbled to find your keys in your purse and unlock the front door. Why was it that whenever you were extra tired or extra stressed, your keys suddenly disappeared? You were half-ready to toss your purse on the floor and dump it upside down when your fingertips brushed against the metal key. If you had more energy you might have let out a happy noise at the discovery, but you were too tired, too tired for all of that.
When you finally managed to get the door open you only made it to the bench just inside the door before collapsing, plopping down and holding your face in your hands. You stayed like that for a few moments taking the first moment of peace in your entire day. You could have stayed like that for hours but the sound of Will nearby snapped you out of it.
“Babe?” You could hear the concern in his voice, dripping off his words. He moved to kneel before you, taking your face in his large calloused hands as he searched your expression, desperate to figure out what’s wrong.
“Long day,” you tried to assure him, but you could only hold the smile for a second before it faltered. It had been a long day, a long week, a long month. As much as you wanted to be present and focused for Will, you couldn’t. Everything else in your head circled like vultures and kept you so firmly wrapped up in all the stress.
“I got you,” was all he said, leaning in to give your forehead a quick kiss before he let go of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the soft peck and opened to find him untying your shoes, delicately pulling them off your feet and setting them aside. Before you could move to stand, Will was there hoisting you up and into his arms, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing. As he carried you to the bed you shared, a ghost of a smile danced on your lips. “So is this a pizza night or a Thai food night?” He always knew how to cheer you up, always in tune with just what you needed and take out was just that.
Will had a hard time sitting still, always feeling like there was something more to be done, but you had a feeling that tonight you might just be able to talk him into relaxing. “A Thai food night and snuggles night?” you asked with a hopeful little glance up. The look of concern on his face morphed into a look of affection.
A/N: Here’s Part 3 of this fic about Ironhead with equal parts angst x smut x fluff! In which you’re helping Will heal through a time when he’s incapable of feeling love or making love. (He’s more than capable of sex – lots of hot sex – but you both know that’s not enough…)
Heads up: The backstory that I imagined here is pretty different from what anyone would probably expect, but I felt that the premise of this fic called for a compelling reason as to why his heart is so totally wrecked 💔
Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty angst, rough sex, fluffy smut later on, heads up: I made up some sad shit that happened to somebody close to our captain…
… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]
It’s a new shade of Will every day.
Today it’s that soft shade, the one that’s always worth the wait. The shade that parts the storm clouds in his gaze and lets the late sun warm his hair like summer hay. The shade that swears that everything will be okay. The shade that always makes you stay.
Unafraid to go ahead with stupid shit you want to say. “Been meaning to ask you something, by the way.”
Ironhead smiles for what has to be the hundredth time today. You’re not the only one who’s unafraid—who stayed. “Fire away.”
Standing outside the quaint little cafe, where the two of you just ate—as if you’re like a normal couple in that way, and don’t just say fuck it and order post-sex pizza at his place most days—you hark back to the start. The crappy dive bar where he claimed your cunt and heart. “Why’d you agree to let our mutual friend set us on a blind date? When you were in that anti-any-kind-of-human-interaction state?”
Will smiles again as he recalls that night, looking off briefly to the side. “You want the truth, babe? Doesn’t make me look too great.”
“Pretty sure you’re physically incapable of looking anything but great, Will. So just spill.”
He tells the truth as if he’s worried that you’ll mind. “The date wasn’t blind. Not from my end.” Those soft blue eyes are fucking sheepish as he meets your gaze. “Saw a picture of you this one time at her place. She called me out on this idiot look that apparently lit up my face.”
This iron idiot made heart-eyes when he saw you in a picture?! You choke on your already eaten dinner. “You’re shitting me, Miller.”
“Wish I were.”
“This face?” you tease him while he’s weak, giggling as you reach up to pinch his blushing cheeks. “This fucking iron fortress built against emotional displays? What a disgrace!”
You can practically hear some of the iron walls inside him shattering.
“Then you met me and put your walls back up again when you realized the picture had just been mad flattering? Or photoshopped?”
He smiles yet again and shakes his head. “Then I met you and after my heart fucking stopped, I realized it’d be selfish to fuck your life up.”
“So then you just fucked up my pussy instead?”
“Something like that. I know, it’s a low point that we both regret.”
Now he’s being all cute and it’s rude and is killing you dead. “The worst sex of my life, Ironhead.”
Clearly time to go back to where it all began. “Wanna hit up that shitty old dive again?”
Author’s note: First chaptered fic! This will be Chapter 1 of The Wrangler with Benny Miller. I’m not sure how quickly I’ll crank these out but I definitely have a number of ideas for the upcoming chapters!
Author’s note: First chaptered fic! This will be Chapter 1 of The Wrangler with Benny Miller. I’m not sure how quickly I’ll crank these out but I definitely have a number of ideas for the upcoming chapters!
A/N: For some reason this idea came to me last night while I had trouble falling asleep myself which is really out of the left field because I’ve never been pregnant nor am I trying. In fact, I don’t even know if I ever plan on having children. I think reading domestic!Will fics may have influenced this. I still haven’t come up with a title for this yet. I’m shit at it.
Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!reader
Plot: Not being able to fall asleep, you wake your husband up to help with your situation.
Contains: pregnancy love making, mentions of pregnancy/breeding kink, To-Be-Daddy!Will (this is the literal kind of daddy!Will, not daddy dom!Will)
You’ve been tossing and turning and in and out of sleep since you’ve gotten into bed. You glance over at the clock. It reads 2:34am. You huff and roll over again for the billionth time tonight to face your husband who is snoring peacefully on his back. You feel guilty doing this because you know he sometimes doesn’t get quality sleep as he still gets nightmares from time to time although he also might want to get that snoring checked out, but you’re desperate.
“Hey, babe,” you say quietly while gently nudging him. All you did was make him snort. You try again.
“Will!” You nudge him a little harder.
He finally wakes up startled and turns over to you.
“Huh? Hey, honey. Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby okay? You need something?” Will lifts his head off the pillow and spits out questions like fireballs while scanning your body. He’s been extra cautious and vigilant since you both found out about your pregnancy five months ago.
“I’m fine.” You chuckle.
“Is it my snoring again? I’m so sorry.” Will drops his head back onto his pillow and groans and rubs his face with his hands.
“No, Will. I can’t sleep,” you tell him while running your fingers through his short messy blonde hair.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Will covers his mouth and yawns.
“I’m… horny. Again.”
Ever since entering your second trimester, you’ve noticed a huge spike in your sex drive. The both of you have not had this much sex since the beginning of your marriage. It’s gotten to a point where, believe it or not, you think you’re wearing Will out, sometimes having sex multiple times a day, but Will is always up for it though.
“Of course you are,” Will flashes a lazy smile.
Will cups your face and his half open eyes soften as he looks at your face, the sliver of the moonlight highlighting your pregnancy glow. He leans in to kiss you. His hand reaches down between your legs under your short silky night gown and finds you already super wet. You moan into his mouth feeling his fingers brush against your sensitivity.
“Damn baby, you are all ready for this,” Will says with a sleepy, scratchy voice.
He instructs you to turn the other way and you roll over so your back is to him. With your growing belly, you’ve both had limited positions and have had fun exploring new ones and finding out which ones worked best.
You feel Will’s hard chest pressed against your back and his already semi-hard cock presses between your cheeks. You can sense him stroking himself to get to full mast as his mouth ravages your neck and shoulder: kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Each sensation revving up your already super charged up libido.
Will reaches under your night gown again and pulls your panties off of you, tossing it aside. Will then grips the back of your thigh and lifts it up slightly and then you feel him effortlessly slide into your swollen, dripping pussy. You sigh from relief. He starts slowly thrusting up into you.
His hand starts exploring your new ever changing body. Ever since your body started adjusting to accommodate the new life in your womb, your curves have gotten curvier and he absolutely loves it. Your hips are wider, your ass rounder, thighs thicker and your breasts are fuller. You’ve been a bit self-conscious about your growing body but Will has shown nothing but adoration for it and he always makes you feel so beautiful. Not just that, but you are no longer just his wife and best friend. You are also going to be the mother of his first child and he finds that incredibly sexy. He’s never had a pregnancy kink, but you may have awakened something.
He slowly runs the palm of his hand over your child-bearing hip, feeling the coolness of his wedding band on your hot skin, then behind you to caress your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then pushing himself into you to the hilt and stays that way buried inside you. You moan and push back, wanting Will to move, but he stills your hip with his hand.
“Shh, baby. I promise I’ll take care of you.” Will continues planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. His hand travels up to your ample bosom, slipping into the top of your low cut night gown and cupping your tender breast spilling out of his hand as his calloused thumb grazes over your nipple, causing your back to arch against him. You usually love when he pinches them but he knows you’re far too sensitive for that right now. He pulls his cock back out of you and swiftly thrusts himself back in, pumping in and out at a medium pace, careful not to hurt you.
“Will…” your breath hitches.
“Yes, baby, I know,” Will whispers into your ear.
“I need more,” you pant, pushing back to meet his rhythmic hips.
“Don’t you worry, baby. I’m gonna give you more.” Will coos, his slim nose buried in your hair. His hips start snapping up, deeper, harder and faster. His hand is now on the curve of your round belly. You put your hand over his and entangle your fingers with his, the both of you touching the precious protective nest housing the life you both created and is currently growing in.
“I love you so much, Y/N,” Will moans into your ear.
You throw your leg over his, spreading yourself so he has deeper access to your aching core. Will is now giving you long deep strokes while his fingers are rubbing your slick swollen clit. You feel yourself getting close as the familiar tingle in your groin starts forming. You can tell Will close too from him shallow breathing.
“I love you too, Will,” you reply as you concentrate on your orgasm.
You reach your hand back to touch his face and turn your head towards him. Will presses his forehead on your temple and whispers encouraging words into your ear.
“Come on, baby. I know you’re so close.”
Will continues a steady rhythm until you cry out and feel your legs shaking.
“There you go, baby.”
“Oh, fuck!” You scream out, feeling your most intense orgasm yet.
Will keeps pounding into you until you’re done but you feel another one hitting you.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, feeling tears spill from the corner of your eyes.
“Just let it all go, sweetheart.” Will kisses the apple of your cheek and brushes your tears away with his soft lips.
“I… I can’t,” you breathe out as another rolls right out of you.
“Yes you can, baby. I got you.” Will has not stopped or slowed down at all. He is holding back his own release to make sure he’s pulled every orgasm out of you.
“It’s too much, Will!” You push his hand away from between your legs.
Will gently grabs your chin and kisses you as he pumps into you a few more times and grunts as he finally spills his seed inside of you, oddly wishing you weren’t pregnant so he can Impregnate you all over again.
He slowly pulls out of you and kisses your temple.
“You alright, honey?” Will asks you.
You nod with a beaming smile on your face as you catch your breath.
“I’ll be back.” Will plants another kiss on your forehead and then gets out of bed and disappears out of the bedroom.
After a few minutes he comes back and gently rolls you onto your back and pushes your night gown up to your waist, then spreading your legs a bit to swipe the warm damp towel between your legs to clean you up. He then goes to your lingerie drawer and grabs a fresh clean pair of panties for you and helps you put it on. He climbs back into bed and lays on his back with his arms wide open. You get comfortable by resting your hand and head on his chest and shoulder and casually throwing your leg across his thighs.
“Better now?” Will asks, glancing down at you and grazing his fingers up and down your spine.
“Yes. Thank you, babe.” You nod.
“Good night, honey.” Will gives you one last kiss on the top of your head before settling in.
“Good night, Will.” You smile, snuggling into your husband’s warm cozy chest before finally drifting off to sleep.
Can I request Will Miller and #42 from the kissing prompts “slowly kissing down the body” 😁
PS - I finally watched Triple Frontier because of your fics and now I’m even more obsessed with those guys. Thanks! lol
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Pairing: Will Miller x Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Smooches, restraints, blindfolds— depicts a sexual scene, but not sexually explicit
It had taken a lot of conversation, a tiny bit coaxing, and a few calming kisses, but Will was spread out beneath you. He had a blindfold over his eyes, and his hands were tied to the bed frame, stretched over his head.
You dipped your head, brushing your lips across Will’s. He tipped his chin up a little bit, seeking out more of your touch as you leaned back again. You grinned, watching his arms flex and strain just a little as he tugged at his restraints.
“Color?” You asked.
“Green,” Came his automatic and steadfast answer. You smiled, shifting down the bed a little bit and straddling his thighs. Will groaned in approval, shifting under you, trying to coax you closer. You leaned down, nuzzling his neck.
“Baby,” He breathed.
“Ssh,” You hushed against his skin as you trailed your lips just a little lower. He arched his back a little bit, the way you did when he pinned your hands down over your head. You peered up at him, watching his tongue dart out over his lips.
“You look so beautiful, Will,” You murmured. He shivered, and you watched, pleased, as a flush spread across his neck and chest. You shifted a little lower, flicking your tongue out and tracking a line down his sternum as you lightly trailed your nails down his sides. He sucked in a sharp breath, arching up against you.
“Settle down, Captain,” You ordered, and Will’s body dropped back against the bed like a stone, thighs tensing under you.
“Please,” He mumbled.
“Please what?”
“Baby, don’t make me beg,” He growled. You were suddenly glad his eyes were covered; you didn’t want him to see the way you were worrying your lip with your teeth.
“Color?”
“Green.”
You smiled, settling your fingers at the band of his briefs.
“Beg, Captain,” You ordered before pressing a kiss to his bucking hip.
Author’s note: Wow had to write something for getting high with Will Miller. If there’s interest I might continue this.
Dedicated to @rayslittlekitten thought you might enjoy this!
Trigger warning: Marijuana, no smut but hints of it, hints of a dommy Will
Below the cut is 18+ only please and thanks!
“It’s supposed to help,” you offered in a sing-song voice, waggling the baggie in front of his face. Will groaned and made that face that only Will could make, his eyes narrowing just a bit, the bridge of his nose wrinkling in complete and utter annoyance with you. You’d been trying for weeks now to get Will to smoke a bowl with you and he refuted you at every turn. You knew why. You understood his reasoning. It was still federally illegal. He could get fired.
The problem was that you had a thousand reasons why he should. His nightmares had been bad since coming back from Columbia. Quarantine meant he wasn’t going into work in person for a long time. It would be fun! Okay so your list ended right there, but you figured reasons one through three were good reasons. You pouted at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and you saw him crack. Will closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Will it get you off my case for a while?” He peeked open one eye at you and you knew you’d won. Nodding your head vigorously, you promised, “Absolutely. Absolutely 100%.” With a sigh, he held his hand out for the baggie, opening it up and taking a little whiff.
You knew Will had smoked before. You remembered what seemed like a lifetime ago, the two of you splitting a joint behind the high school bleachers. You remembered his eyes so bloodshot and red you had to point and laugh. You remember Benny catching the two of you and neither of you able to keep a straight face as Benny chastised you.
“Good right?” Will begrudgingly nodded. It did smell good. “Later tonight. I’ve got a few things I need to finish up in the shop.” Meaning his wood shop out back. You knew he was almost finished renovating an old desk you’d found in the attic and so you agreed. “Later tonight. I’m going to hold you to that Captain.” He laughed at that, shaking his head as he retreated back to his shop.
He made good on his promise to you though. When he’d finished, he sought you out in the living room. With a quick kiss that tasted like sawdust, he was off once more mumbling something about a shower. You took that as your queue to get ready. Take out was ordered, blankets were arranged on the couch, your and Will’s favorite movies pulled out from boxes and set aside. All you needed was your man.
The creak of the stairs told you he was on his way so you craned your neck to get a better view from the couch. There he was, slowly padding down the stairs as he ran a hand through his wet hair, wearing nothing but the grey sweatpants you liked so much. Holy shit. You were staring. You knew you were staring. You felt yourself staring and yet you were completely unable to look away from his tanned skin and rippling muscles. Will cleared his throat, stopping at the foot of the stairs and you laughed, letting out a low whistle before patting the couch beside you.
“C’mon hot stuff, I’ve got the whole evening planned out and we’re starting with this!” A baggie was lifted up, dangling in the air between your two fingers. Will rolled his eyes at the cat call, but you swear you saw the ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Alright, what trouble are you gonna get me into tonight sugar?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch beside you. Instinctively you scooted closer. “Well there’s your favorite takeout on the way and I’ve pulled out your favorite movies, so how do you feel about a cozy night in Captain Miller?” That smile you had seen peeking out earlier made itself known now. He nearly grinned at you, causing you to beam back in turn.
Less than an hour later, the coffee table was littered with strewn takeout containers. The movie played on the background but was long forgotten as the two of you chatted. Your bare legs rested across his lap as you lay back on the couch, giggling like no tomorrow. “I told you this would be fun. I told you and you didn’t believe me, but you’re having fun,” you laughed. You reached out with one foot, tickling it down his chest which he quickly batted away.
“Alright, alright I’m having fun.” You knew it all along. While he was normally a very stoic man, you’d long since learned what his tells were. You felt like you could practically read his mind at this point just from watching his expression.
“Are you properly stoned?” “Yes, I’m properly stoned,” he chuckled, amused at your antics. The weed also helped and you were reminded once more of that night by the bleachers. Will had been good looking back then too, all the high school girls fawning over him, but now? Now he was something else entirely. Handsome, sexy, strong. It wasn’t just that he kept in shape, but that confidence that he carried with him everywhere. That big dick energy that drove you crazy with just a look.
“You’re really sexy,” you purred. Weed always made you bold. You couldn’t even help yourself. “And I don’t think I told you the best part about this.” You gestured to the joint in your hand before taking another long inhale. Breathing out, you added, “It makes me really horny.”
You could tell that caught Will’s interest, his brow raising as he looked over at you. His eyes roamed your form, as he shifted, moving to hover over you. “Oh yeah? Guess we’ll have to do something about that.” He leaned in, lips just centimeters from your own. Your eyes shut in anticipation of a kiss and suddenly the joint was plucked from your hand and Will was gone.
“What?” your eyes shot open in surprise, looking over at Will shirtless on the couch, joint dangling between his lips oozing sex appeal. It was almost unfair how he was teasing you like this and you knew he was well aware of what he was doing.
Slowly he set the remains of the joint down in an empty takeout container. Then he leaned back and patted his thighs, speaking to you in a deep husky voice. “Come here and sit on your captain’s lap.”
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