summary: will's been in a mood all day and taking it out on you, james isn't having it | Will x fem!reader
notes: posting this from a random field hoping it actually uploads… based on this request!
content: 1.4k wc, angst, will being an asshole, will being rude to reader for no reason, protective james, fluff ending
You can tell something is wrong with Will before he even says a word.
It’s in the way he walks into the room – too quick, too sharp, like there’s something sitting under his skin that he can’t quite shake off. His jaw is so tight, his shoulders set in that rigid way you’ve come to recognise, and he barely even looks at you properly when he comes in the flat with James.
Normally, he would.
Normally, there’d be a smile, or at least something soft in his expression when his eyes land on you, something that makes you feel like you’re the first thing he notices in a room.
But today, it’s like he looks straight through you.
“Hi,” you say anyway, careful, testing the waters.
“Yeah”, he replies, distracted, already moving past you.
You blink slightly, thrown off by how quickly it happens.
It’s not like him.
You try not to let it bother you.
“Hey,” James says as he follows Will inside, rolling his eyes at his mood.
Everyone has off days. You know that. You’ve told yourself that all day, because this isn’t the first time he’s been like this today. There had been things earlier this morning before he left for work – short replies, a tone that felt just slightly off, a kind of restlessness that didn’t quite make sense but still made you feel like you were doing something wrong without knowing what it was.
You’d ignored it then.
You try to ignore it now.
It doesn’t last.
You’re in the kitchen, just doing something simple – making tea, moving around quietly, trying to keep things calm, normal – when he comes back in. there’s a tension in the air that wasn’t there before, something that feels like it’s been building, even if you don’t know why.
“Did you move my stuff?” he asks suddenly.
The question catches you off guard.
You turn slightly, frowning. “What?”
“My stuff,” he repeats, sharper this time. “On the table. It’s not where I left it.”
You glance over instinctively, then back at him. “I don’t think I touched it.”
“Well, someone has,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
You hesitate, unsure how to respond. “Maybe you just – moved it earlier?”
“I didn’t,” he snaps.
The edge in his voice makes you flinch slightly before you can stop yourself.
There’s a pause.
You swallow.
“Okay,” you say softly, trying to keep things level. “I was just – suggesting.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not helpful,” he shoots back.
The words land harder than they should.
You go quiet.
Because now it doesn’t feel like a bad mood. It feels like you’ve done something wrong.
It keeps happening.
Small things, one after the other.
You ask a simple question. He answers it like it’s an inconvenience. You try to joke. He doesn’t laugh. You offer help. He brushes you off, like you’re getting in the way rather than trying to make things easier.
By the third time, you’ve stopped trying as much.
You move more carefully, speak less, overthink everything before you say it, just in case it sets him off again.
It’s exhausting and confusing.
Because you don’t know what you’ve done.
The moment it breaks comes out of nowhere.
You’re both in the living room now, James somewhere nearby, half-listening, half-distracted by his phone. The tension has been sitting there for a while, thick and uncomfortable, and you can feel it in the way your shoulders are slightly tense, the way you keep glancing at Will like you’re trying to read something you can’t quite understand.
“I’ll just grab that for you,” you say, moving to pick something up from the table before he can reach it.
It’s automatic, Small. Harmless.
But apparently, it’s the wrong thing to do.
“Can you just – stop?” Will snaps suddenly.
The sharpness of it cuts through the room
You freeze, your hand still hovering mid-air.
“Stop what?” you ask, your voice quiet now, caught off guard.
“Just – doing that,” he says, gesturing vaguely, frustration spilling over. “Hovering, getting involved in everything. It’s annoying.”
The words hit harder than anything he’s said so far.
“I was just trying to help,” you say, your voice smaller than you want it to be.
“Well, I didn’t ask for help,” he shoots back.
The room goes quiet.
There’s a split second where everything just… hangs.
And then-
“Alright, that’s enough.”
James’s voice cuts in, firm in a way you don’t hear often. You blink, startled, turning slightly as he straightens up properly, his attention no longer on his phone but fully on Will.
“Mate, what’s your problem?” James continues, his tone sharp now, protective in a way that makes your chest tighten for a completely different reason.
Will frowns, defensive immediately. “I don’t have a problem.”
“Yeah, you do,” James says bluntly. “You’ve been in a mood all day, and now you’re taking it out on her for no reason.”
Your stomach flips.
“James, it’s fine-” you start automatically, the instinct to smooth things over kicking in before you can stop it.
“It’s not fine,” he cuts in, not even looking at you, his focus still locked on Will. “She hasn’t done anything.”
Will opens his mouth, like he’s about to argue, but nothing comes out straight away.
Because he knows.
You can see it in the way his expression shifts, the frustration faltering slightly, something else slipping in underneath it – something that looks a lot like realisation.
“I just-” he starts, but it sounds weaker now, less certain.
“No,” James interrupts, shaking his head. “Don’t. You don’t get to snap at her like that because you’re in a bad mood. Sort yourself out.”
There’s a pause.
A long one.
And then Will exhales, running a hand over his face, the tension in his shoulders dropping slightly like something’s finally clicked into place.
“…yeah,” he mutters, quieter now. “Yeah, alright.”
The shift is immediate.
Not gone completely – but different.
He looks at you properly then, really looks, and you see it all hit him at once – the way you’ve gone quieter, the way you’re standing a little more closed off now, the way your expression has changed without you even realising it.
Guilt flashed across his face.
“Hey,” he says, softer this time, stepping toward you. “I’m sorry,” he adds quickly. “I didn’t mean- any of that. I’ve just been-”
“In a mood,” James supplies dryly from behind you.
Will shoots him a look, but there’s no real bite to it this time.
“Yeah,” he admits. “But that’s not your fault.”
You nod slightly, but its small, hesitant.
“It just felt like it was,” you say quietly.
“It’s not,” he says, firmer now. “Not at all. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
There’s sincerity in it now, real and unguarded.
You swallow, some of the tension in your body easing, but not completely.
“I was just trying to help,” you admit.
“I know,” he says quickly. “I know. And I made it seem like you were doing something wrong, and you weren’t.”
He steps a little closer, more careful this time, like he’s aware he has to earn that space back.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, softer.
You look at him for a moment, then nod again, a little more certain this time.
“Okay,”
There’s a small pause.
Then his hand reaches for yours, tentative, like he’s giving you the choice to pull away if you want to.
You don’t.
Your fingers curl around his, and he lets out a quiet breath, relief flickering across his face.
Behind you, James shifts slightly, the tension easing now that things have settled.
“Good,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Because that was painful to watch.”
You huff out a small, surprised laugh despite everything. Will rolls his eyes slightly, but there’s no real annoyance there anymore.
“Alright, Dad,” he mutters.
“Someone had to say it,” James replies, completely unapologetic.
There’s a beat, and then he glances at you properly, his expression softening.
“You alright?” he asks.
The question catches you off guard, but it’s warm. Genuine.
“Yeah,” you say, a small smile forming. “I’m okay.”
He nods once, satisfied, before leaning back again.
“Good. Because if he does that again, I’m kicking him out.”
“Oi, you don’t even live here-” Will starts.
“I mean it,” James adds, not even looking at him.
You laugh properly this time, the last of the tension finally easing away.
Beside you, Will squeezes your hand a little tighter, like he’s making a quiet promise.
Hiii, im obsessed with your writing so much and im not sure if you’ve actually done this request before. I was wondering if we could have a willne fic where a fan maybe gets a little too comfortable on a soccer Saturday and makes a comment about reader? I’d love to see how he’d react and especially the others too xx
noise ── willne⋆⭒˚.⋆
pairing: willne x fem! reader
warnings/contents: catcalling, uncomfortable comments made
a/n: sorry this gen took like 2 months, i swear i am not normally like this... summer holidays were crazy!!!
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requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx
Soccer Saturday is always loud, the pub is packed to the point where it feels like the walls are breathing in and out with everyone inside it, heat clinging to your skin, voices layering over each other until it’s just one constant roar. Pints keep being passed over heads, someone’s chanting in the corner, and Chris is halfway through a story that’s already lost all structure because Arthur and Chip won’t stop interrupting him.
Becky’s laughing at something George’s just said, Isaac’s leaning against the bar looking faintly overwhelmed, and AB’s got his phone out, filming something he definitely shouldn’t be.
You’re tucked into Will’s side, more out of necessity than anything else. There’s nowhere to stand without touching someone. His arm rests around you easily, familiar, protective in a way that doesn’t feel performative. It was just natural, like a warm blanket of comfort.
That’s why the comment lands so hard.
“Oi is that Willne's mrs? I’d shag her. Proper tart, she is.”
It’s loud, clear and quite frankly unapologetic. It was a group of lads, all who've had about 4 pints past their limit, faces lighting up at the recognition of people like Chris and AB.
For a second, you genuinely wonder if you misheard it, if the noise swallowed context, but then there’s laughter, crude and validating, and another voice chiming in, agreeing far too easily. Your stomach drops before your brain catches up, that horrible sinking feeling spreading through your chest as you register that it’s about you.
Will feels it instantly. His arm tightens around you, his body going rigid in a way you recognise. The chatter at the table doesn’t stop straight away, but something shifts, it fades. He turns slowly, deliberately, eyes locking onto the group of random lads standing a few feet away, pints in hand, grinning like they haven’t just crossed a line they can’t uncross.
“Say that again,” Will says.
He doesn’t raise his voice, he simply doesn’t need to.
The lad who said it looks him up and down. Alcohol gives him the confidence to smirk anyway, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug as if this is all harmless fun. He mutters something about it being a joke, about how it’s “just saying what everyone’s thinking, you can't put let your bird wear that and not expect her to get comments like that” and that’s when the rest of the group properly clock what’s happening.
Chris goes quiet immediately, expression hardening. Becky straightens beside you, jaw tight. Arthur shifts forward, elbows pressing into the table, eyes sharp in a way that makes it very clear he’s not amused. Chip shakes his head under his breath, disgust written plainly across his face.
“That’s not a joke, mate what,” George says flatly. “That’s grim.”
Will steps forward just enough that you’re fully behind him now, his body an unmistakable barrier. When he speaks again, his voice is controlled.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he says. “Not here. Not anywhere. She’s not something for you to comment on, and she’s not here for your fuckin' entertainment mate.”
One of the lads laughs awkwardly, trying to salvage it, mumbling something about people being too sensitive these days. The room feels smaller now. Nearby tables have gone quiet, eyes flicking over, the atmosphere turning against them in real time.
“No,” Chris cuts in, sharp. “You’re just out of order.”
Arthur nods once. “Properly.”
AB, still holding his vlog camera, furrowing his brows in the corner. “Fuckin' jarring”
Will doesn’t take his eyes off the lad who spoke. He leans in slightly, not threatening, just close enough that the point lands.
“If you ever speak about her like that again,” he says quietly, “you’re going to have a problem. And it won’t end with you laughing it off.”
That’s it. Whatever confidence they had evaporates. Apologies tumble out, messy and half formed, before they go back into the crowd, suddenly very keen to disappear.
The moment they’re gone, Will turns to you immediately. His hands settle gently on your arms, grounding, thumbs brushing slow, reassuring circles like he’s pulling you back into yourself.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Are you okay?”
You nod, still a bit stunned, and Becky steps closer without a word, her presence solid and supportive. Chris mutters something under his breath about people being vile, and Arthur raises his pint toward Will in quiet approval.
“Handled that perfectly,” he says.
Will barely registers it. His attention doesn’t leave you for the rest of the night, arm staying firm around your shoulders, like a silent promise that nothing like that will touch you again, not while he’s there
content: 18+! dom!willne, breeding kink galore, hot make out session, pinv, unprotected sex, dry humping, feral and unhinged will ngl, cursing
a/n: i got so horny writing this.
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it was all will could think about during that evening in bosnia. the child. the little boy that, in hindsight, did ‘ruin’ his and mikey’s perfect footage from their little shopping spree interlude for the video he was recording for the main channel.
however, this was different. as will nursed his pint, the interaction with the little boy stayed fixated in his mind. the warmth he felt as the small lad had attempted to take his microphone, the warmth he felt as he called him a ‘cheeky sod’— it all stuck. lingering there, almost as if it was tormenting him.
his brain now was replaying the interaction over and over again, causing his mind to brew with a multitude of ‘what ifs?’ and regrets of missed opportunities as the soft instrumentals of the bosnian bar fizzed into background noise around him.
how he craved for that joy again. there was something about his paternal instincts in that clip— as it continued to play in his mind repeatedly like a broken record— which clung onto him like a shadow. if anything, the joy he had gotten from it was addicting, a happy stimulant to his brain— almost drug-like, that he didn’t ever want to lose.
and it wasn’t like will was getting any younger. no, he himself, knew that. and in all honesty, that pained will even more. the steps to parenthood were steep but he couldn’t help but shift how good and relieving it felt to watch a child smile with pure elation at doing something which was relatively silly to anyone else other than them.
the rest of the time at the bosnian bar was a blur to will. as the taxi now back to the hotel was torturous. it was too slow for will, not with his raging mind anyways.
he was fidgety, the lingering thought that he didn’t want to waste away his life anymore causing him to adjust the rings on his fingers subconsciously as a result— as he tried to find anything to ease his mind.
uneasy thoughts plagued his mind, swimming erratically around his head. what if you said no? what if this was all some mistake? what if he was being selfish? it didn’t help that you’d both not expressed your opinions about having children before this, which added into will’s already dooming spiral of doubt.
a mix of adrenaline and ultimately fear was what eventually made the taxi journey seem like nothing. will practically stumbled out of the vehicle, his limbs woozy from not only the alcohol but the cocktail of emotions that his body was experiencing all at once, whilst his brain fixated on one thing: you.
the moment will stepped into your shared hotel room, he was on autopilot. there was a faint scent of vanilla and the room seemed a little warmer than usual, hinting that you’d just had or recently had a shower before he’d finished filming.
will felt his own welcoming warmth fester in his lower stomach. he felt relaxed in the presence of you, carefree, like it was where he was meant to be. so, his feet subconsciously brought him deeper into your rather large hotel for the evening, his whole being driven by his lingering desire to become a father some time on this trip.
as he proceeded on, will sighed contently when he finally caught his eye at the sight of you as he walked fully into the room. he was now met with you dressed in your loungewear, comfortably hugging your still slightly wet body in some places, whilst your hair was also still a little damp from being in the shower too.
you turned around, sensing someone else in the room. your eyes softened as you realised it was will, smiling.
he continued to walk up to you, with purpose it seemed before you could even speak. and when you did, you were immediately cut off. “oh hell—oh.”
will moved onto you quickly before you could even finish your sentence, his large hands coming up to cradle your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted the ferocity of the kiss he gave you itself.
he almost growled into your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair subconsciously moments after. his large hands moved down to your shirt, daring to push themselves underneath the fabric as he kissed harsher— more passionately as you felt his ragged, uncontrolled, hot breaths on your face.
you moaned into him stupidly, your limbs turning into melted butter as you moulded against his body, kissing with the same passion he gave you. you smiled as his lips pressed harder, more passionately as if he wanted to dominate every inch of you.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, as he took a swift step forwards, making his way towards the large king-size bed you’d both be sharing for the evening. your heart pounded in your chest, and you could swear you could feel will’s too against your skin too. in the same erratic rhythm. like you were both as one.
your shins abruptly hit the plush mattress behind you as you faltered for a second. your’s and will’s lips parted from each other for a moment so you could both catch your breath. however, will was quickly latched back onto you, one large hand now entangled in your hair, pushing your lips even deeper onto his, as if he couldn’t get enough of you in that moment.
will then pushed you gently onto your back on top of the bed. he crawled on top of you, his demeanour softening as he kissed you gentler now— more tenderly, even.
it allowed you to catch your breath for a moment. kissing him more slowly, letting yourself fully melt into the kiss as will then moved himself so he could trace your jaw softly with his lips, causing you to shiver.
though, he brought his lips back up to you, pressing one final deep kiss onto them before he then removed his mouth from your’s. he let his eyes drink up your beauty below him, breathing heavier than usual as you both lay in a silence that spoke much louder than any words could ever do.
you could smell the faint aroma of beer on his breath as he breathed more softly, his nose now nudging your own. “you’d make such a good mother, you know” will then spoke breathlessly as he continued to take in your frame.
it felt like a confession. if anything, it was one. it was something raw— passionate, even from will, as you both let the comment linger in your mingled, soft breaths.
your heart pounded inside your chest. it drummed a rhythm you’d never felt it play before. not because of or with fear, no, instead it was an overwhelming feeling of love and admiration for the man who stayed on top of you, as his two brooding arms caged you in below him.
“you think?” you whispered ever so softly, your voice feathery and gentle. your eyes were wide as you maintained eye contact with will from below, whose lips were slightly agape and cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink.
“yeah.” will confirmed as he nodded, before chuckling, “hell, i don’t just ‘think’, i know.”
you could’ve sworn in that moment you felt your pussy become damper than it was before. hot blood of tense, raw emotion surged through your veins as will’s assuredness caused you to take a sharp intake of breath in an attempt to compose yourself.
you opened your mouth to speak, but will was quick to put a finger over your plush lips ever so tenderly. “don’t,” he spoke breathy, yet his eyes were wide and pleading.
your own hand came to move will’s hand from your mouth, before you spoke. “will,” you began, “are you telling me that you want to have a child?”
the silence came back immediately again. swallowing you both whole in it’s tense awkwardness. it loomed uncomfortably, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. waiting. waiting for someone to break it.
will then cleared his throat before an uncomfortable lump formed inside of it. “yeah,” he confessed hoarsely, before clearing his throat again for some composure.
there was a quick beat of silence before you began again. “yes,” you then repeated, clearer and more confident now, whilst your eyes became softer with even more emotion again, “yes, i want to have a child with you.”
will’s eyes widened in shock. his mouth was dry with awe, his heart now pounding at the revelation. “seriously?” he practically choked out, whilst now dumbfounded and taken aback.
you breathed deeply, gaining some composure. “yeah,” you whispered again, “it’s not like we’re getting any younger, is it?”
will laughed in response. “yeah, suppose you’re right.”
“no. i am right,” you said confidently, “and you know it”. you added, whilst your forehead rested against his which was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
will took a sharp intake of breath before he spoke again, trying to calculate how to say his words in the best way. “you’d look so sexy pregnant, you know,” will said quieter than usual.
he then gulped as the silence lay thick again, clearing the nervousness that wanted to grow in his throat, “it’s something i think about a lot. which i know is fucking disgusting.”
you could feel the faint imprint of will’s cock against your leg as he continued to ramble on. you smirked to yourself at his filthy confession, before looking up at him again. “you know i’m being serious, right? i want to have your kids. no need to fantasise with me, let’s make it a reality.”
will’s breath hitched again, his stomach churning with a type of devilish excitement. “a-are you sure?” he asked again, just to make sure.
you rolled your eyes, before speaking again. “for fuck’s sake will, just give me your kids. and stop talking,” you basically growled against his lips, your hands grabbing onto his t-shirt.
before he could speak, you pressed your lips deeply onto his, letting him melt back into the moment of passion.
that kiss, along with the words of affirmation too, was all will needed as the green light on the situation. he growled into your mouth again, his top row of teeth nibbling on your bottom lip a little until it was a rawer red colour.
you let out a sharp gasp, your hand trailing down will’s front slowly. your fingertips feverishly coming to grab the bottom hem of his white t shirt, but not letting him strip just yet. one of your hands pressed against his stomach, (the other tugging on the back of his head), slowly dipping lower, grazing teasingly over his hardened member confined and blocked by his trousers.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted this,” will panted breathlessly, his cheeks flushed red as you started to remove his tee from his body, quickly discarding it to the ground.
your own hands came up to your pyjama top as you started to remove it. you tossed it to the side, like you did to will’s, before you spoke again.
“oh yeah?” you laughed, slightly breathless too, all with a bold smirk on your face. “well c’mon then, handsome. fuck a baby into me,” you teased, but the fire of passionate desire behind your eyes burnt brightly.
will chuckled darkly. “challenge accepted, beautiful,” he mumbled, his lips soon attaching to yours again like a magnetic force drew you both together.
your back pressed down on the soft mattress below you, the crisp white sheets becoming ruined as you and will kissed with so much passion. his hardened bulge grinded against your clothed cunt, now making you panties sticky and wet, as he dared to dip his tongue into your mouth.
you let out a strangled noise in response which was a mix between a gasp and a groan, your hips rutting against his clothed member as your one of your hands slid into his brown mullet, whilst the other cupped his jaw, pressing his lips deeper onto your own.
will let out a grunt. “fuck, i need to be inside you,” he muttered against your lips, his own hips now rutting in a rhythm with you.
your limbs at this point were tangled and intertwined with his as you looked up at will, your expression flushed and full of lust. “not yet,” you managed, before letting a moan slip out, “wanna stay like this for a little longer.”
so you did. you both continued to dry hump each other for a couple of more minutes, groping each other passionately and hungrily in the process. your nails dragged down will’s chest, feeling the hairs that had started to grow across his pecs. whilst will’s hands massaged your boobs, his thumbs rubbed your nipples into sensitive, hardened peaks all whilst your clothed abdomens also continued to clash in a electric rhythm.
it just eventually got to the time where you both just snapped.
your lips left will’s abruptly, leaving him scorching hot with lust and overall confused. “take your trousers off,” you commanded lowly, your hands already frantically grabbing at will’s belt, fumbling to take it off.
the leather soon went clunk as will slid it quickly out of his belt loops, throwing it onto the floor like discarded junk. you laughed as your hand fumbled with the fly to his trousers, before attempting to help him wriggle out of those too.
soon he was just left in his boxers as his hands came back to work on you. two thick fingers hooked under the elastic of your pyjama shorts, tugging them downwards and slipped off of your ankles and onto the floor too.
you giggled, biting at your bottom lip as you watched will’s eyes dilate with lust and excitement. he was practically salivating at the sight of your soaked panties, licking his lips with anticipation.
you both soon tugged your soiled and ruined underwear off of your bodies, tossing them without a care in the world too.
will’s hands came and engulfed your thighs, tugging you closer towards him. “c’mere, pretty,” he mumbled, before settling himself between them.
your pussy fluttered at the compliment. before you then bit your lip again as you watched in awe at how his cock bounced against his lower stomach, red and angry with lust. then, one of his large hands came and wrapped around his dick, giving it a few concise pumps.
once he was satisfied with his erection, he spit on his shaft, smearing the saliva around the erect, hard length. after, will then brought the tip up to nudge against your already sopping wet folds. you mewled as he collected some slick on his throbbing tip, letting out a sigh of content as he looked down at you with a smug grin on his face.
after that, will slid himself in with a guttural groan. your hips jolted forwards in response, your eyes becoming wide as your cunt walls tried to accommodate for his size, your body overwhelmed for a short moment.
“fuck!” you cursed softly, letting your head rest against the mattress now, your hair flowing messy below you.
will started off slow, but soon found a bold pace. it was merciless and hard, hitting that good spongy spot that made you see stars. you couldn’t even attempt to swallow your moans as the feeling was that good, and it made will chuckle deeply whilst above you.
“yeah? you like that?” he practically panted, thrusting deep and hard into you.
your eyes began to roll back, your hips struggling to match his pace. “mhm,” you mewled, “s-so good.”
will chuckled again. “good. because i’m gonna fuck you until you only scream my name.”
you sighed contently, pleasure surging through your veins like hot electricity. your hips rolled erratically with will’s deep, unmeasured thrusts causing all the breath to leave your throat. your whole body throbbed— vibrated, even— with pure ecstasy as you just let will fuck you like he wasn’t a person, and was instead a feral animal.
“gonna fill you up, pet,” he grunted between thrusts. he then brought one of his hands down to your lower stomach, so he could feel you belly bulge. “you feel that, baby? that’s where i’m going to put my baby— our baby.” he panted again, his pace quickening gradually more and more.
you looked at him with a blissed out expression, a large smile plastered across your face as some stray hairs began to stick to your forehead. will’s fingernails dug deep into your skin, causing red, burning marks to cover the sensitive flesh. but you didn’t care. all you could think about was carrying his child, and that’s all will could think about too.
he brought his face down to your ear, grunting into your ear. “you’re going to look so hot carryin’ our kid, darling,” he spoke gravelly into your ear, the tone like thick tar to your blissed out self as you began to pant— your breath now uncontrolled as you teetered on the edge of glory.
moans spilled out of both of your mouths as the room began to smell of sweat and sex. will had now gripped onto your thighs again, pushing them wide so he could thrust even deeper into you, causing you to see blissful white.
“yes, oh god!” you exclaimed, your throat hoarse and raw from all the moaning you’d already been doing, “w-will, ‘m so close, yes!”
you could sense will was close too. at this point, he’d become a grunting, groaning and moaning mess of a man. his grip was so tight that it was like he was about to break your bones from the intensity of his grasp on your legs. his movements had become sloppy too, the slapping of your skin now widely apparent within the room.
you moaned loudly again, looking up at will. “are you close?” you asked breathlessly, “cause i need to come. fuck ‘m gonna come!”
will gritted his teeth. “yes. oh fuck!— yes,” he responded through gritted teeth, “gonna fill you up so much it’s drippin’ out of that pretty cunt of your’s, darling.”
one of will’s hands came down to your pussy as his thumb began circling your clit in fast, circular motions. in that moment, you were long gone, your release ready to come crumbling down on you in one swift motion. you felt your thighs trembling uncontrollably with the intensity of your orgasm impatiently ready to come and crash over you.
one final moan ripped raw from your chest as you felt your orgasm crash down on you with a final thrust and rub of your cunt from will. “will!” you screamed out loud as your cunt walls clamped down on his dick, “oh, will!”
will’s hands clamped down on you even tighter as your pussy milked him dry. hot shoots and spurts of his sticky white seed shot out of his dick, painting your walls and insides fully white. he sighed with relief, breathing heavily as he kept his dick nuzzled deep inside of you, not allowing any of his release to drip out of you.
will breathed deeply. “holy shit,” he said as his voice shook a little, “you’re amazing.”
you giggled, your face burning with a crimson blush. “yeah? you’re amazing too, you know,” you said with a loving smile.
after a couple of moments, will slowly removed his now softened dick from your slick, sensitive pussy. you winced a little at the removal, before sighing as he flopped down next to you on the bed. he looked as dishevelled as you were, his eyes wide yet loving as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.
you smiled. “that side of you is so hot, by the way,” you said after, your voice merely a whisper.
“mmm? yeah, you liked that?” will chuckled, gently tracing the side of your body, whilst a hand came to press softly on your stomach as if you were already pregnant.
“yeah,” you confessed breathlessly. you looked at him again before speaking, “are we.. going to do this again any time soon?”
“most likely, yeah,” he laughed heartily at the question, making sure to look at you before he spoke again. “because all i know is,” he mumbled, voice dangerously low, “there is no way in hell that by the end of this trip you won’t be pregnant. mark my words, pet.”
summary: an accidentally slip-up during a video with hot chocolates.
warnings: just a cute couple announcement
word count: 700+ words
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"This is for lazy people..." You mutter, holding up the self-stirring mug and squinting your eyes to inspect how it works. Then, glancing toward the camera with a grin, you add, "perfect for Will."
"What's perfect for me?" Will's voice comes from behind the camera as he strolls back into frame, arms full of Cadbury hot chocolate powder.
"Oh nothing...just me." You tease, lips curving into a smirk.
Will rolls his eyes, setting everything down with a dramatic sigh. "Come on, you know they're gonna make edits about that now."
You can't help but laugh, mostly because you know it's true. The fans have been shipping you and Will for years even since you joined his group of friends. Every shared glance, every off camera cameo, every time your laugh is in the back of his videos... they notice. There are dramatic TikToks with screenshots of your Instagram stories and YouTube compilations titled "them being in love for 10 minutes straight !!!" and endless comments claiming for us 'to just admit it already".
If only they knew how close to the truth they really were.
He huffs a laugh, leaning over the table as he unboxes the mug. “Right, science time. It’s meant to stir itself, yeah? You just press this button—”
The mug starts whirring violently, splattering chocolate up the sides. You jump back with a yelp. “Oh my god, Will! Turn it off!”
“I am turning it off!” He insists, jabbing the button as liquid chaos swirls. “Why is it spinning like it’s possessed?”
You can’t stop laughing, doubling over as he finally manages to stop it. The hot chocolate looks tragic; foamy and uneven, but Will takes a sip anyway.
“Well?” You ask, still giggling.
He shrugs. “Tastes like regret and batteries.”
You snort. “Perfect. I’ll have two.”
He shoots you a look, but his mouth twitches into a smile before he can hide it.
The video rolls on with you try a neck-massage pillow that nearly strangles Will, a mini popcorn maker that explodes kernels across the room, and a gadget that claims to fold laundry automatically (spoiler: it doesn’t). Every failure makes you laugh harder, every sideways glance between you two more obvious.
By the time you reach the last box, you’re both crying with laughter and surrounded by cardboard carnage.
Will rips it open dramatically. “Okay, final one! A miracle cleaning gel. Says it ‘picks up dust and crumbs from hard-to-reach surfaces.’”
You lean toward the camera, whispering, “Finally, something for his room.”
He throws the packaging at you. “I’ll have you know I clean... sometimes.”
“Sure, sure...”
Ignoring you, he presses the goo into a keyboard, watching it stretch and pick up crumbs. His eyebrows lift, impressed.
“Oh, hang on. This is actually kinda satisfying.”
You reach for it too, both of you poking at the sticky blob. It squelches. “This is gross,” you mutter. “Feels like alien jelly.”
“Yeah, but look!” He holds it up to the light. “It’s actually cleaning the cracks and everything. This’d be perfect for our cleaning Sundays in the apartment.”
Silence.
The sentence hangs there, soft and heavy, suspended in the quiet buzz of the camera.
Your eyes flick up. His are already wide.
“Our what?” you say, fighting back a grin.
Will freezes, still holding the slime mid-air. “No, wait, I didn’t— that’s not— I meant your apartment. Or, like, an apartment. A generic apartment. Could be anyone’s.”
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “Uh-huh. The apartment we don’t share at all.”
He drags a hand down his face. “Oh, I’m so finished. They’re gonna... they’re absolutely gonna clip that.”
“Oh, definitely. Title: Will Lenney Accidentally Reveals His Secret Girlfriend.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
He glances at you, cheeks pink, mouth twitching. “Shut up.”
You grin at the camera, holding up the cleaning gel like a trophy. “Ten out of ten. Perfect for your… shared household needs.”
Will groans, burying his face in his hands. “We’re never hearing the end of this.”
In the coming weeks, Will releases the video, and he calls you to the couch to come check out the comments, "hey love, come here."
i'm sorry 'our cleaning sundays'????? excuse me!
GUYS GUYS GUYS!!11!!! WE KNEW IT!!!
they're literally an old married couple!
Will pretends to sulk for an hour before grinning at you from across the couch.
“You know, could’ve been worse. At least I didn’t say our bed.”
warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, harsh language and actions, jealous sex.
This is probably the worst thing i’ve written but trying a new theme so yay. (Took an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to do even just this had to follow tutorials😔)
You’d met Will about a year ago at the Sidemen Charity Match after party, and the two of you had been friends ever since. Every time you were around each other, his eyes never seemed to leave you and when he got tipsy, neither did his hands. Then there were the little compliments he’d murmur in your ear: “You look lovely tonight,” he’d say casually as he passed you at an event, or “Trying to impress me?” when you showed up in an especially nice outfit.
It ruined you every time the low whisper of his voice, the light, deliberate touch that came with it. But you never thought it meant anything to Will. After all, the very next day he’d be out on a date with someone else. So you told yourself it was just a thing he did.
And sometimes, a thing you’d do back. Not as bold as him, but you’d slip into low cut tops and long, flattering skirts, hoping he’d notice hoping he’d finally give in. He never did. Eventually, you gave up on pursuing anything with him. Still, the teasing never stopped.
Tonight, though, you didn’t want to think of him. You wanted to get over this stupid, one-sided crush. So you put on a simple red dress nothing too dramatic, but flattering enough and left your house for the bar where Will and the rest of your friends were meeting.
When you arrived, you strode in with your hips swaying, greeting everyone warmly and pulling them into hugs. Everyone except Will. You skipped over him deliberately, letting your smile falter for just a second before moving on to the next person. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the flicker of his expression subtle, but enough. A crease between his brows, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Will didn’t like being left osut.
But you weren’t going to think about him tonight. You refused to.
At the bar, you slid onto a stool and ordered yourself a drink, tracing a fingertip idly along the rim of the glass once it arrived. A few minutes later, someone took the seat next to you. You turned, half expecting another one of your friends, but it wasn’t.
He was a stranger. Tall, sharp smile, dressed a little too well for the bar you were in. “Didn’t think I’d see someone like you here,” he said smoothly, offering a hand like you two had known each other longer than thirty seconds. “I’m matt.”
You shook his hand, amused by the confidence. “That’s a terrible line, “Matt””
He laughed, unbothered, his eyes dipping briefly to your dress before meeting yours again. “Maybe, but it got you smiling, didn’t it?”
You arched a brow, taking a slow sip of your drink. “We’ll see if you can keep it up.”
The conversation flowed easily after that light teasing, playful remarks, his attention fully on you. And it was nice, feeling wanted in a way that didn’t come with confusion or games. Still, even as you laughed at something he said, You couldn’t shake the heavy weight of someone’s gaze from across the room. You didn’t need to look to know it was him it was always him. Whether his eyes were fixed on you or the person beside you, you couldn’t tell, but the effect was the same the small talk with Matt slipped further and further from your mind. You weren’t really listening anymore. Not when Will was in the room.
And just like that as your brain couldn’t stop thinking of him a familiar warmth brushed your arm, low and firm. You startled slightly, turning just in time to see Will standing too close, his hand already curling around your wrist.
“Sorry, mate,” Will cut in smoothly, not sparing Matt more than a quick glance. His eyes were on you steady, unrelenting. “I need to steal her for a second.”
Matt chuckled awkwardly, giving a shrug like he didn’t mind, but you barely registered it before Will was already tugging you away, his grip sure and tihht . The crowd seemed to part naturally for him, like even the room knew better than to get in his way. And then you reached the destination a bathroom. “Couldn’t stand watching anymore,” he muttered. The door shut with a dull click, and suddenly it was just you and him, the faint hum of music muffled by the walls. The air felt heavier in here, charged, the silence more deafening than the party outside.
You opened your mouth, ready to demand what he thought he was doing, but the words caught in your throat when he pressed in closer, his body nearly brushing yours.
“Will—” you breathed, back meeting the cool edge of the siink
His hand slid from your wrist to your hip, fingers tightening possessively as if he’d been holding back all night. His other hand came up to the side of your face, thumb grazing your jaw, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice low, rough around the edges.
Before you could reply, his mouth was on yours, hot and insistent. The kiss wasn’t careful it was desperate, all pent-up frustration spilling out at once. You felt yourself melt into him, his body pressing you harder against the counter, his hand sliding down to the curve of your thigh and tugging it up against his hip.
The faint thud of base outside reminded you that anyone could notice you were missing, but when his lips trailed down to your neck, all you could manage was a sharp inhale, your hands clutching at his shirt.
“Someone could walk in.” you whispered,
His lips brushed your ear, breath warm and taunting. “Then be quiet for me.”
You nodded barely, but it was there, and he was already at your neck, making you clutch at his collar. He lifted you up onto the sink and continued kissing. “Fuck, Will,” you breathed out. He pressed into you, and you could feel the hard line of him straining against your clothed pussy. “I need you here now,” he whispered.
You hummed as your fingers worked at his belt, finally tugging it loose. Will shoved his pants down just far enough, boxers with them, and his hard, leaking erection sprang free. All you could do was gasp. His hand slid to the hem of your dress, pushing it up before hooking a finger into your soaked panties and pulling them aside.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
“Mhm,” you breathed, bracing your hands on either side of his head, threading your fingers lazily through his hair.
He sank into you with one long, deliberate thrust, forcing your body to shift restlessly beneath him. The room filled with muffled moans, heavy and restrained, mingling between you both.
“Did it make you jealous, Will, how I was flirting with someone other than you?” you whispered against his ear, teasing as your teeth grazed the soft skin.
His hold on you shifted from firm to brutal, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d wear his fingerprints. Each thrust was merciless, driving into you with a rhythm that felt more like punishment than pleasure yet the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you.
“Id be crazy if it didn’t make jealous. Did you think I’d just sit back while you bat your lashes at someone else?” he rasped, dragging his teeth over your jaw before nipping down hard enough to make you cry out. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Well, now you’ve got it.”
He yanked you closer, forcing your body to take every inch of him, every rough snap of his hips. His jealousy spiled through every movement, every sound he wrung out of you, until the only thing you could think of was him.
His hand dropped from your mouth, trailing down to grip the side of your throat, holding you just firmly enough to remind you of his control. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Go on then,” he growled, lips brushing hot against your ear. “Come for me. Show me who owns you.”
The command ripped through you, and your body gave in instantly, convulsing around him as you cried out his name, every ounce of restraint shattering. He watched you fall apart with a dark, hungry satisfaction, his own rhythm stuttering as your release dragged him to the edge.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, driving into you one last punishing time before spilling into you, pulling you tight against his chest as if to make sure you’d never slip away again.
His forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged. “Don’t ever make me that jealous again,” he muttered, still trembling with the force of it.
He pulled you off the sink “You were awfully loud if anyone heard us it’s your fault.” he Says leaning down to your level in a mocking tone.
—the pub smells like spilt beer and pine-scented candles someone definitely shouldn’t have lit indoors.
fairy lights are strung along the ceiling beams, warm and uneven, making everyone look softer than they really are. will keeps losing you in the crowd.
not on purpose. just every time he turns around, you’re laughing with someone else, coat slung over a chair, drink in hand, looking like you belong everywhere all at once.
he tells himself it’s fine.
you’re friends. good ones.
someone claps him on the shoulder, drags him into a conversation about videos and views and something he half-listens to, eyes flicking past shoulders until— there you are, slipping toward the back of the pub. he follows, like it’s coincidence. it’s quieter here. the noise dulls, the laughter blurs. you’re standing by the wall, scrolling through your phone, shoulders slightly hunched like you needed a second away from everyone.
“where’re you runnin’ off to?“ he grinned softly, his arms crossed but the fabric of his blazer looked like it was about to rip open. “ah, just very overstimulating” you laugh to yourself, taking in a deep breath. it’s quieter here, tucked away from the crowd, the air cooler. you pull your coat a little tighter and will, without thinking, reaches out and fixes the collar for you.
his hand lingers.
you both freeze.
then you look up.
mistletoe.
of course.
you laugh, breathless. “no way.”
will’s heart does something embarrassing. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
but neither of you moves. it’s suddenly very aware. the space. the lights. the fact that you’re standing way closer than you need to be. will can smell your perfume, feel the warmth coming off you.
you glance down and see that he still has his hand on your sleeve, he leans in — not all the way. just enough that your noses almost brush, enough that the world tilts a little. “this still counts as just friends, right?” he murmurs.
you grin. “absolutely.”
and then you kiss him.
quick. soft. warm. the kind of kiss that feels like a secret you both immediately want to keep. you pull back first, cheeks pink, eyes shining. “merry christmas,” you whisper. will just stares at you, stunned, smiling like an idiot. “yeah,” he says. “merry christmas.”
overhead, the mistletoe sways gently.
will goes back to the party grinning, heart racing, knowing one thing for sure
content: husband!willne. mainly fluff, but there is some smut/18+ content at the end. with mentions of: piv, masturbation (m!receiving), silly sex, strip teases
a/n: we all need a bit of husband!will in our lives, don’t we :) thank u sm for this request anon, i loved writing it <3!!
husband!will who’s absolutely enamoured by you. i think this was one a given. will is absolutely obsessed and in love with you, and is in awe that you’re his wife. he practically worships the ground you walk on, following your every command because he just wants everything in the world to be right just for for you. if he could, he’d give you the world. that’s how strong his love is. he also thinks so highly of you, and is so so grateful that he is the one that gets to spend the rest of your life with you.
husband!will who has different pet names for you that are associated with levels of guilt. i definitely think will has an array of pet names for you which match his mood or at least his guilt and sorrow. “darling”, “pet” and “love”, are definitely associated pet names when he’s feeling happy, or at least they’re the most common ones he’ll use when referring to you. then there’s “sweetheart”, “babe/baby” and “gorgeous”, when he’s feeling a little lower. these pet names are definitely delivered with a side of his puppy eyes too, or a little pout. then there’s “my lover”, “wife” and “beautiful”, when he’s feeling extremely down. especially if he’s away on a shoot in another country and you murmur the words “i miss you,” when it’s been a long time since he’s been home as he absolutely melts and feels immensely guilty.
husband!will who calls you ‘wife’ when he’s about to do or has done something stupid. you know how i mentioned that will practically worships the ground you walk on? well, as your husband he also has the obligation of being scared of you. especially when he’s done something stupid. i can imagine many instances when you’ve had to go off to work and something has gone terribly wrong whilst will has been home alone. maybe he’s broken something, or something stopped working, but he’s soon on the phone to you trying to defend himself. you’ll pick up the phone, concerned that he’s maybe injured himself only to his hear his broad geordie accent vibrating through the speakerphone saying, “hello my lovely, gorgeous wife, you know i love you right?” you roll your eyes lightheartedly on your side of the line before replying with, “what did you do, husband? you only use this tone with me when something’s gone wrong, will.” as you know something’s most likely gone wrong whilst you’ve been out. then he’ll dramatically gasp, saying “how could you say that to me!! can’t a man simply adore his lovely wife?” and you’ll be quick, responding with, “well, yes they can. but you’re using that tone again, so you may as well tell me what’s wrong,” and he’ll sigh, before saying “fine, you see…” before telling you of the horrors that have happened to the house whilst you’ve been gone.
this leads on nicely to husband!will who brings home random stuff from wnj shoots because he thought they were ‘cool’. we all know that will is a chronic nerd, getting excited at the most randomest stuff that he and james reviews on the second channel, but i just can’t stop thinking about will coming home with a gift that is just so stupid and useless for you both but he couldn’t get rid of it because it was ‘cool’. imagine it’s some stupid little tiny robot device that helps to track your plants’ water level so you know when to water them, and he’s excitedly showing it to you saying in a high-pitched voice, “it’s absolutely amazing, pet! look at it! it’s so bloody cool!” as you just look him dead in the eyes, maybe even arms crossed before you say basically flatly, “william lenney, we don’t have any plants. plus, you’ll never use it,” as he looks up at you from looking down at the device before giving himself a silent moment of realisation. “oh. right. yeah, you’re right,” he’d then say, before his eyes light up again with a ‘light bulb’ moment, “well if we did have some plants, this little fella would help us??!” and you just know that damn well after that he’s going to be ordering plants so that he can use his stupid device just to prove your point wrong.
adopting a pet with husband!will. i can imagine the sheer joy on will’s face after you present the idea of adopting a pet with him. you’d innocently ask “hey will? do you fancy adopting a dog? look how cute these are,” in relation to seeing an animal shelter post on your facebook feed or something and his eyes just light up. he’s ecstatic. “do i fancy adopting?! fuckin’ hell pet, i don’t just ‘fancy’, i’d fucking love to!”, he’d exclaim, maybe even jumping off of the sofa that you’re both sat on — elation written all over his face as he then goes in to give you a big kiss which you instantly melt into. and when you do adopt a pet, a dog in particular, he so lives up to the title of ‘dog dad’. he takes it everywhere— the office and on walks around the city, for example— and is honestly just so so happy that he’s able to share this responsibility and own a pet with you.
this leads nicely to snuggling with husband!will and the dog on the sofa. i can imagine a situation where you and will are snuggling on the sofa, already tangled between each others limbs whilst underneath a blanket together. you’re both content, soaking up each other’s presence and warmth as you both feel a rather large thing hop on top of both of your laps. and it’s only gone and been the dog! the dog (in all honesty) innocently traps you both underneath the blanket, making you both face a fate of not being able to leave the sofa. you chuckle softly as will brings a hand up to stroke the dog’s fur, whilst your head comes to rest on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, “looks like we’re trapped here for a little longer.” and will smiles in response, a warm chuckle vibrating in his chest as he replies quietly too, “i think so too pet,” before pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
looking after husband!will when he’s ill. let’s just say that i can imagine will to be an absolute drama queen when ill. he’ll make a mountain out of a molehill over a little cold, wrapping himself snugly in blankets and your bedsheets as he grumbles, “don’t worry about me, love. go to work,” as he sniffles, nose stuffy and red, whilst his mullet unruly and messy as his pout is barely seen over the covers on his face. it’s obvious that he wants you to stay, but he’d never express that. “you’re ill. i’m staying here, will,” you say deadpan and serious, not giving up. the ‘quarrel’ will continue for around two more minutes until will finally caves in when you say, “alright then. i’ll go to work,” and you’re about to leave through the bedroom door, by saying “no please, don’t go to work. stay here!”which has you tutting to yourself, smiling as you shake your head at how pathetic he is in that moment.
which then leads to cradling sick husband!will’s head in your lap. (in all honesty, i can imagine this happening as just a normal thing, but i’m linking it to sickness because it just makes sense in this context for the sake of the flow) later on in the day, when you’ve finally dragged will out of bed and now onto the sofa, his frame now bundled in blankets, you’re making him rest his head in your lap so he can get some sleep. “come on,” you’d urge, patting your lap, “lie here. i can see you can’t settle. it’ll help,” you add with a warm smile as he happily does so, lying down on your lap. “thank you,“ he’d mumble through another sniffle or sneeze as he’s getting comfortable, your head subconsciously comes down to his head, as you start to pet his fluffy brown curls, slowly scratching his scalp as you notice him relax, his eyes getting more and more heavy as your cradling lulls him into a peaceful sleep on the sofa.
having lunch dates during busy days with husband!will. i like to think that will comes by your office often during lunch time on busy days with a meal deal for you so you don’t need to go out on your lunch break. the only problem? your drink is always rodds. “rodds? again?” you’d ask him, holding the bottle in your hand. “uhh, yeah? its the best iced coffee in a bottle that doesn’t taste like iced coffee in a bottle, my lovely wife,” he’d then respond with, to which you’d roll your eyes in response to the response he’d been giving you to the past few months since rodds first released. “well, what if i want a different drink? like a pep—“ and will would be quick to press a finger on your lips, “don’t say that! you want your husband’s iced coffee brand to stay in the meal deal don’t you?!” before you’d burst into laughter after he removes his finger from your lips, “well i think that’s your fanbase’s duty. not your wife’s, william.” before you tuck into your lunches together.
getting meaningful, matching tattoos with husband!will. what it says on the tin, to be honest. i also think this was definitely a drunken wedding night choice for you both, getting each other’s initials tatted somewhere on your bodies in a way to fully “seal the moment”, in both of your words. but in the end it was meaningful, even if you both woke up confused in the morning to see each other’s letters tattooed on your bodies.
husband!will who after living with you for years, still doesn’t know how to properly tidy up the dishes. washing the dishes is definitely very comedic scenario for you and him. “will, no!” you’d exclaim as he goes to put a plate in the wrong cupboard, “what?!” he’d then exclaim in confusion. “those plates don’t go there!” you’d then exclaim, before pointing to the right cupboard, “those plates go here, and the almost identical ones go in that cupboard there!” pointing back at the cupboard he was going to put the plate initially in, “is is that hard?!?!? you’ve been living here for 3 years!” and then will has the audacity to have a massive grin on his face whilst he puts the plates in the right place mumbling “alright, alright! keep your hair on,” before grabbing you by the waist, pulling your front flush to his chest, “you’re cute when you get stressed and boss me about, you know that?” he’d mumble against your lips before pressing a deep kiss, which you immediately melt into.
husband!will who finds your voice so sexy. i like to think that in your married life with will, there has been multiple occurrences where will can’t concentrate on what you’ve been saying because he finds your voice that sexy. especially when you’re angry or ranting in his face. “are you even listening?!”you’d exclaim as you get right into will’s face, your front brushing against his chest as his breath has hitched, completely in awe and in love with you. in all fairness, he’s also exceptionally hard at this stage and his mouth is dry. when he doesn’t respond to that, you’d snap your fingers in his face, “earth to will? hello?” to which he’ll blink before looking down at you, broken from his trance. “well?!” you’d then say, expecting a response, but instead you have will dumbly saying, “has anyone told you that you’re sexy when you’re mad?” let’s just say that you’re soon on each other, groping each other’s bodies as you push will by his back down onto the sofa as you make heated love to each other in that tense moment.
dirty talk with husband!will. you and will are like the dirty talk final bosses. you’re constantly flirting with each other in the comfort of the flat. you and him will be embracing each other in the kitchen after doing the dishes or whilst you’re waiting for the food to cook. “you’re staring,” you’ll murmur, noticing how will’s eyes haven’t left you, fixated on your face. he’d bite his lip, smirking before mumbling, “mm, well am i not allowed to appreciate my beautiful wife?”with a knowing look on his face. “no! no, i never said that, did i?” you’d laugh, a cute flush painting your cheeks as one of will’s large hands comes to squeeze your ass, making you giggle, “will!” and will would then just put his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling the skin around the nape making you shiver, before murmuring “i love you, pretty girl,” on your skin as he lifts you onto the counter to eat you out.
slow morning sex with husband!will. the best type of sex with will. the type where you both don’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, and as he’s playing big spoon he’ll slip into you, moaning lowly into your ear as you gasp. will’s hips would then move slowly against yours fucking you softly and tenderly as he presses kisses to the back of your neck, his hands coming up in front of you to grap and play with your tits, squeezing them until you squeal. before he can come he’ll slide out of you, pressing your back softly to the mattress before hovering on top of you, sliding back inside of your wet heat as you moan softly again. a lot of “i love yous” and “keep goings” are muttered until you both climax, before settling into each other’s warmth again afterwards.
comforting husband!will with a massage that turns into something more. after a long day of working, you often don’t mind giving will a massage. in all honesty, he’s practically begging for them because you’re so good at them. so that is how he comes to be sat in between your thighs, shirtless and on the floor as your hands work miracles into the tense muscles of his shoulders. a little “oh— oh fuck, yes,” will slip out breathlessly as will gasps, overwhelmed by the immense pleasure he’s feeling. it doesn’t help that you’re also breathing down his neck, which sends shivers down his spine, all whilst one of your hands snakes into his sweatpants to find his already hard cock begging to be played with too. he moans out loud as you squeeze the length, smearing the precum around the shaft after you’ve dipped your hands fully into his boxers so you can jerk him off. the massage ends up being forgotten about as you pleasure will’s cock, leaving him a breathless and gasping mess as he ultimately comes in his boxers, before you kiss him lovingly on the temple before mumbling into his ear, “feel better?” as he nods in response, beautifully fucked out.
strip teasing husband!will which turns silly. i can imagine in a way to ‘spice up’ your sex life after not seeing will for so long, that you plan a strip tease to surprise him. he’ll walk into the bedroom after being in the shower, a wet towel hung loosely to his hips and his hair wet and tousled on his head as he looks at you in confusion. “hey, honey,” you’d speak in a sultry tone after letting the robe cascade from your body to reveal your sexy— and his favourite— lingerie which was hiding underneath. “holy shit,” he’d gasp then as will just looks at you in awe. subconsciously, his feet work for his brain as he’s walking over to you, letting the towel fall from his body as well as you soon get on top of him, watching how some lone droplets of water still glimmer on his chest. “well, do you like it?” you’d giggle, tracing a finger along his bare body, whilst biting your bottom lip. “do i like it? fuck me pet, i love it,” he’d say breathlessly, bringing his own hand to the elastic of your panties, pulling it back and making it snap against your body. “will!” you’d then yelp, jolting a little forward, losing the ‘sexy’ act, “be careful!” and he’d just laugh, before saying “you’re gorgeous,”through them. let’s just say that during the whole ordeal you’re giggling and laughing messes as you both appreciate each other for the night. <3
Will has wanted to be a dad for as long as he can remember. Truly saw it as his purpose. He's not sure what started it, or how the idea became so engrained in him, especially when his career took off and became such a huge part of his everyday. He loved working and got a kick out of the life he was building for himself, even though in the back of his mind, he knew it was taking him down a path not conducive to family life. Working late nights and being away for extended periods never bothered him until he met you.
It was only your second date when you brought it up. He'd been unconsciously checking his emails when you teasingly asked if there was somewhere he'd rather be.
You'd said it so lightly, grinning as you watched him shake himself, not realising that he was internally answering your question. No. There absolutely wasn't anywhere he'd rather be.
That was how quickly things shifted for him. He hadn't expected it but he'd secretly been wanting someone to come along and wrangle him. Someone to pull him out of work and force him into a balance. That was you, with your bright eyes and unwavering charm. You turned his world upside down and he was so grateful.
You're everything to him. His biggest supporter at every turn. You love how passionate he is. Seeing him work so hard to get what he wants is one of the things that first attracted you to him. Especially when it became abundantly clear that what he wanted was you.
He was besotted with you from the start, everyone could see it. Especially when he started researching engagement rings a few months in, just for when the time came.
When you'd first discussed having kids, Will's heart had been in his throat. You were so perfect, everything he could ever want or need, that if you had told him that it wasn't something you wanted, he'd consider giving that dream up. He really would have. But your eyes had lit up, and you'd talked so animatedly about wanting to be a good mum that he'd fallen in love with you all over again. He couldn't wait to raise some little hellions with you.
You'd started trying shortly after the wedding, nothing too serious, just no more late-night condom runs.
You hadn't expected anything to happen as quickly as it did. Three months after you'd gotten married, to the day, you'd taken that fateful test. Will was abroad for a video, you were a few days late and honestly, just a bit bored at home. If you'd actually thought sincerely that you were pregnant, you would have waited two days for Will to be there with you. But those two lines had taken you by surprise.
You wait until he's home to tell him. Draping a little, homemade 'Welcome Home' banner across the kitchen island, a small gift bag sitting on top.
He's already grinning when he walks through the door, so excited to be back home with you. He's bowled over when he sees you waiting in the kitchen with his surprise, telling you that you're adorable as he kisses you and hugs you tight. When he spots the gift bag he starts laughing.
"What are you doing woman? I've been gone a week."
You just shrug, biting your lip as he peeks into the bag and sees the test.
"No!" He gasps, a grin instantly beginning to spread across his lips as it sinks in. "Really? Please don't tell me this is a joke because my heart won't handle it. Are you really? Oh my god. Are you?"
He's a shocked and excited mess as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go until you've told him several times that you aren't joking. You're pregnant and he's going to be a dad.
From that moment on, he takes the title very seriously. He comes to all of your appointments. He reads every book he can get his hands on. He listens to every podcast. He asks for advice from his dad friends, as covertly as he can, i.e. not at all. You can't even blame him when he accidentally lets it slip to yet another person, just too excited to keep it to himself and desperate to do a good job when the time comes.
When it's safe to start telling people, on purpose, you've both had plenty of time to think about it. You both like to keep your private life to yourselves, as much as is possible with his career, so a big announcement doesn't feel right. Instead, you settle on an idea he had in the middle of the night; a video trying pregnancy cravings with James.
You hadn't told him yet and weren't showing so much that you couldn't cover it with a baggy shirt. So when you rock up to the shoot, you tell him you're just popping in early to meet Will for lunch. You watch from behind the camera as plate after plate of unhinged combinations get put in front of the duo. It's James' nightmare, all the mixtures of flavours and textures and he's crashed out so many times by the time the last plate is placed on the table.
"I can't do any more." James complains, turning his nose up at the blueberries covered in cinnamon sugar.
"Come on, last one." Will says, popping one in his mouth, a grin tugging on his lips as he swallows. "This one is special, viewers. It's actually one of my lovely wife's."
It takes a second for James to register what he's said, still toying with the fruit. Then he thinks Will's joking.
"Don't mess with me like that." He chuckles, then when Will doesn't say anything and just grins as he pops another berry into his mouth, he looks back and forth between us desperately. "Fuck off... No, actually, fuck off. You're joking."
Will just breathes a laugh and reaches into his wallet for a copy of the latest sonogram, softly saying, "No mate. You're actually unc for real now."
And then they're hugging and James runs behind the camera to hug you too. You show him your bump and he freaks out even more, as if it finally hits him. Then, after the shoot, when you ask him to be godfather, he breaks down completely.
Will can't believe his luck.
He loves seeing you pregnant. He already doted on you but there's something about seeing you carrying his child that has him on his knees for you. He'll tease you as you get bigger, jumping up when you sit down on the sofa, only when he knows it will make you laugh. But he can't get enough of you. When a heatwave strikes and he sees you walk into the kitchen in a bikini top and linen trousers, hot and swollen, he wishes he could get you pregnant again right now.
By the time you go into labour, Will is an expert on everything you could possibly need. Timing your contractions, he's already on it. Want your shoulders rubbing, he's researched pressure points. The drive to the hospital, he's already timed it. Three times. He's packed everything you could want. He's made a playlist of your favourite songs. He's on top of all the correspondence with your family. He thinks he's got it sussed; being the best birth partner. That is until he hears your baby cry.
It's as though the second your son is born, every ounce of self-control drains from Will. He's sobbing. Quietly of course, because you've literally just given birth and you don't need him to be a babbling mess. But he can't help it when he sees that tiny little boy get placed on your chest. He's perfect. You're perfect. This is his dream, actually coming true before his eyes.
He knew that his heart would grow when his child came into the world but he hadn't realised that his love for you would double as well. You are the most incredible woman. He's trying his best to tell you but the words are coming out watery. Fat teardrops fall from his cheekbones and his shirt is ruined from the way he keeps wiping his face. Every time he manages to pull himself together, he remembers that his baby is in the world now and you brought him here, and he's a mess again.
It warms your heart and makes you laugh in equal measure, muttering conspiratorially to your son, "Told you daddy's a huge softie."
When you ask if he wants to hold him, he nods but stares up at the ceiling as he tries to dry his eyes. He shakes out his wrists, trying to pull himself together.
"Not having my boy think I'm not the happiest man on Earth right now."
You try and explain that the baby won't hold a grudge but Will doesn't listen, too focused on meeting his child.
Then, when he takes the baby in his arms, it's like a switch is flipped and he can't stop smiling.
"Hiya mate." he whispers, tears welling but not falling as he beams down at the little bundle.
Will is an absolute goner for his little boy. Any chance for skin-to-skin and he's doing it. You can't remember the last time he wore a shirt around the house. Any chance Will can be with his boy, he will be. Even volunteering for every night shift, wanting to have these moments with the baby even though they're hard and you're both so tired.
You catch him in the middle of the night, hand dangled into the crib and lying on his little belly, whispering to his sleeping son. "Me and your mam love you so much, do you know that? Even when you're screaming your head off."
You tuck in behind him, hand wrapping around his stomach and joining in. "We really do, little fella."
It's not the only time you catch him talking to the baby. He's always chatting away to him, walking him through making coffee in the morning, going through every item he's packing up for your trip around the block, showing him his outfit and telling him, "I wore this shirt on my second date with your mam."
He's heartbroken when he has to go back to work and leave his favourite people. You two wave him off in the morning, and he replays the imagine in his head over and over. He checks the baby monitor on his phone constantly when he knows it's nap time. It's a default and he doesn't even notice that whenever there's a quiet moment, he finds himself tapping on the app.
He picks up flowers for you on the way home, grateful that he gets to come home to you both. Grateful for you and everything you've given him. It becomes a routine occurrence, picking out flowers for you and telling you 'Happy Mother's Day' every time he gives them to you.
