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too many of yall using sabrina carpenter in willne smau's as fcs 😭 and not enough of you are using olivia rodrigo 😭 that man loves brunettes DOWN
the love in your eyes, like a chore. william lenney
willne x fem! reader. angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive, situationship au, sorta exes to lovers type of situation.
6k. warnings! mentions of alcohol, avoidant attachment! will, very inner monologue heavy, fr just a stream of consciousness sometimes at times...
Loving you, to Will, is something he dreads. Something he has to do every day no matter the weather, mood or circumstance. Something that makes him annoyed, something that makes him frustrated with your mere presence. Loving you feels like a chore to Will, for he can’t make the decision not to do so– it’s repetitive, daily, something he often does without thinking about the action, always in the back of his head, buzzing in the background of his brain.
a/n: hi hello i am sorta back from the dead!! requested by this anon ask. hope u like it:)) inspired by thorn by keo and start over by 5sos my beloveds!! thank you @dorims for beta reading ilysm<3
Over a certain amount of time, loving you has started to feel like a chore to Will.
Something he dreads, something he has to do every day no matter the weather, mood or circumstance. Something that annoys him, something that makes him frustrated with your mere presence. Loving you feels like a chore to Will, for he can’t make the decision not to do so– it’s repetitive, a daily habit, something he often does without thinking, always in the back of his head, buzzing in the background of his brain.
Will dreads loving you.
He does so when he first realizes it– in the midst of a relationship that hardly ever had any label. You two met at some event, and he barely even remembers what it was about or which brand invited him. Neither of you were familiar with the other, sending shy glances full of electricity through the room before he gathered up all his courage and walked up to you to introduce himself. You were exciting, sparkling, interesting. All things fatal to Will’s poor heart, making him involuntarily think of you in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, turning in his sheets and cursing you for running laps around his mind and turning him into an insomniac.
He followed you on social media the very day after meeting you and you got the hint quickly when he strided his way into your inbox to chat about the most mundane of things– like changing the tires on his car, or the dreaded sponsorships each of you had to record for your channels.
He never intended for ‘this’, as he liked to call it, to become anything serious. His schedule was packed, his perfectionism at his peak, his career the only thing he saw himself committing to at this time of his life. Will wasn’t a romantic– but as every person, he craved human connection. He craved closeness, touch, thrill. The idea of something without it ever becoming anything.
You two balanced a thin line. Somewhere in between being total strangers and being each other’s partner in crime. Somehow, no one could think of one of you without the other, you came in a pair. And even so, no one questioned when either of you flirted with a stranger at a bar without the other present.
You two never went on any dates. Not official ones, at least. Will wasn’t sure what the social norm was and whether the late-night hangouts at his flat with cartons of pizza, Netflix in the background and his lips on yours, or the coffee runs in the morning, the heated dancing and the contact of your bodies at the bar counted as dates, but in his mind, if he didn’t call them that, they weren’t.
Not in the romantic sense, at least.
He never intended to make you a part of his daily routine. The two of you met weekly, though, as if your touch was a part of his schedule for the next 7 days, something he had to check off for the list to be complete, something he had to have to be satisfied.
Will never meant to fall in love with you. He was smug, egoistic, a little too delusional– he thought he could keep things at an arm’s length, he thought he could have you as someone always in the back of his head. He wanted to be someone you always thought about. He wanted to call you his without it actually being true in the literal sense– a selfish, broken thought that screamed at full volume every time he touched you, every time he held you close.
Will dreads loving you the moment he realizes he does– in the middle of a stupid Christmas party hosted at your house, with barely anyone else to talk, since your circles didn’t really overlap, eggnog making his cheeks rosy and your eyes all sparkly, kissing him under the mistletoe.
He realizes he loves you, because even though he hates the festivities and the music is too loud and in other circumstances unbearable, when you wish him happy holidays, he realizes there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
And that makes him dread the simple truth of it. Because he realizes he’d do anything for you– jump off the roof, give you an organ, pay off your debts, shoot someone for you, anything, had you asked– and that’s nowhere near the nonchalant, non-committal stance he had towards you in his brain.
He dreads it, because it threatens his independence. It threatens his tightly-guarded vulnerability, something he didn’t even notice he gave up the very first time you two met in between the walls of his lonely, lonely house. Loving you feels like a chore– something he does, even though he doesn’t want to.
But more-so, he dreads the idea of loving you the very moment he has to give you up the most.
Days of not speaking to you turn to weeks– by his own doing, fate all in his own hands. Will has always been too scared that if he lets you get any closer, he’d hurt himself by wanting something that threatens the very idea of himself he had since the beginning.
After a few failed attempts at speaking to him, you realize there’s no use trying anymore.
Loving you feels like a chore to Will– something he can’t stop doing, even though you’re gone.
Maybe having different friend groups was a blessing and a curse all at once. He doesn’t see you in outings, he doesn’t pass you on the street. He doesn’t know how you’re doing, where you are, what your plans are. He no longer has the privilege of your random updates throughout the day, and he can’t even lie to himself and say he doesn’t miss it.
He told himself that shutting you out was like closing the window during the middle of the storm– to protect himself, to shield his heart from eventually breaking– because how could a person like him, so imperfect, so selfish, ever make it work with someone like you?
How foolish of him. Because even when the rain stops, Will can feel it follow him. His sneakers full of water, clothes heavy from the moisture. There’s coldness to his bones and tension in his muscles, a headache settling into his brain from clutching his jaw too hard in the parts of his day that stretch too long without you to make them go by quicker. His apartment is cold and dark, early February, and half of the things that used to lay forgotten by you in the spaces of the four walls he’s forced to call home are missing, making it feel even emptier without your presence.
His sheets feel hard and scratchy against his skin when he settles into bed every night, brain too tired from running laps all day, replaying the moments you spent together and the moments you spent apart like a broken record, not letting him sleep. And when he does sleep, his dreams are scary– not nightmares you’d wake up from shaking, but bad dreams that linger long after he awakens, mirroring something deep, unconscious rotten inside of him.
In some of the dreams, you two work out. These are the ones he hates the most– they only remind him of something he could’ve had, only if he allowed himself to try a little harder. Maybe they could've been comforting had he believed it had been the two of you from another universe. Maybe you are meant to be together, in some parallel world, after all.
Some days, he stands on his balcony and stares at nothing. It’s nearing March, and it’s been a month since you two spoke last.
A month since he let the conversation die: an Instagram reel he never replied to, only left it on seen. A month since he had a talk with himself in the mirror, hating himself for being so scared to move your relationship into a place that’s more meaningful. A month since he blamed it all on schedules not aligning and both of you being at a different point in your lives. A month since he last spoke to you.
A month he’s spent obsessively reading through your last text messages, a deep, masochistic need inside of him telling him he cannot stop until his eyes burn and he’s forced to throw his phone deep into his sheets, on the other side of the bed, the one you used to occupy.
A month he’s spent watching your life through the screen the way he did before you got close– with the same painful longing in his chest.
They say time heals everything, but Will doesn’t really believe in that anymore. Nor does he believe in out of sight, out of mind– because even though you’ve left, you’re still all he thinks about.
A month after the ‘break up’– if that’s how you could name the slow drifting apart he forced onto the two of you– Will gets batshit drunk for the first time in ages. He does it alone in between the walls of his cold apartment, drinking a whole bottle of red wine on an empty stomach. He throws it up after and never tells anyone. The dullness they all talk about when it comes to alcohol never came– the pain was even sharper, forcing him to look through your old pictures together, all while wondering why he was such a fool to let go of the sight of your smiley face.
Three months after, and Will still flinches at the mention of your name. Something inside of him squeezes on his lungs and takes the air out of him, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless. Whenever someone asks about you, his reaction is dismissive. Talking about you feels embarrassing. He’s the one that ruined it all, but he can’t let anyone know he even cared in the first place.
Four months go by and Will finally deletes the pictures you two took in the club off his phone, deciding he can’t allow himself to torture his poor heart anymore. Five months and he throws himself fully to work again, feeling sick to his stomach as he realizes he is fulfilling his own prophecy. At seven months, he fakes enjoying sex with someone he meets at the club, hating himself when he imagines it’s you he’s kissing, feeling dizzy when he realizes that despite flirting, he hasn’t been with anyone else since he met you.
Eight months, and Will starts wondering why he can’t seem to ever let you fully go. You could move away and build a home with someone new, and he’d still be too busy going over your conversations in his brain, too hung up on the way you never came back to the sweater you left at his house one time after a sleepover. He never moved it from the hanger in his closet– as if letting it there meant you would come back, if only to wear your favorite jumper again.
It’s as if Will foolishly thinks that hanging on means something. That moving on from you means losing you– and Will isn’t ready to lose you twice.
And it’s funny, because it’s his own doing anyway.
Nine months since he last saw your face in a different form than a few pixels on his screen, and he still loves you, doing so as a chore. Doing it and dreading it, for it’s something that’s single-handedly ruining his life.
At the ten month mark, Will and you find yourself in the same place again.
The universe must be playing one big, sick joke on him– because you meet at a brand event again, eyes flying to each other involuntarily across the room. Will feels his throat getting dry as you smile at him, cocktail dress hugging your hips just right, the curves of your waist still engraved in his memory from when he used to run his fingertips along it and listen to you sigh.
“Haven’t seen your face in a while,” you note, humming to yourself as you cautiously reach over the room and finally invite yourself into his personal space.
Will’s knees almost buckle, not ready for the impact your words have on him. After months of not speaking to you, he realizes he might’ve gotten out of practice when it comes to resisting your charm. And maybe, he was never really immune against it anyway– you always had a way of disarming him in your own, personal way.
He wipes the sweaty pools of his palms on his trousers, clearing his throat before he replies. “Y/N,” he tries out the way your name feels on his tongue again, something about it so foreign after such a while, awkwardness teething at his skin. “How have you been?”
You nod to yourself, shrugging, clearly handling the tense atmosphere between the two of you only a bit easier than him. “Well, up and down,” you muse, “life. You know it.”
Will throws you a tight-lipped smile. He hears the thumping of his own heart in his ears. It feels like he is seconds away from a panic attack.
“Hope you’ve been well too,” you say, realizing there’s no way to ease into the conversation now, something in Will’s composure sending off signals of someone that truly doesn’t know what to say.
Well, Will’s been fucking miserable. Not that he’d tell you. Not that you should care.
“Yeah, thanks,” he chokes out, averting his gaze from you to scan around the room, searching for something, anything to turn the conversation to, hating himself for being so bad at small talk in moments where it matters the most. “Brand events are starting to become like… our thing now, innit?” he jokes, but by the bitter laugh that drags out of your chest, he doesn’t really know if it lands.
“Seems to be the only place to catch you nowadays,” you shrug, letting yourself twist the knife in his chest, add a little salt to the wound. He can’t blame you. He never dared to check how you were managing after he cut contact with you– spending one day making himself believe you don’t care if he’s dead or alive and convincing himself you are just as upset about it as he is the very other.
“Yeah, well,” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “whatever pays the bills, I guess.”
You let out a dry laugh, not really sure how to react to the comment. The conversation feels like torture to both of you, but neither seems to know a way to get out– neither seems to want to get out of it.
“How’s filming going?” you ask, finally something Will can answer to.
“Oh, it’s… it’s going well, yeah,” he says, and actually kind of means it. “Ieuan went freelance, so that kind of complicates things, but other than that, I’ve been working on this thing that I’m really passionate about. It’s like, going to all those random places in Europe and stuff, like, I promise I’m not bragging, but it’s actually really cool.”
There it is– the warm smile, the focused eyes, again. Will almost forgot the way it feels to be stared at by you. It hits him like a baseball bat, square in the face, in full force.
“That sounds really, really nice, Will,” you say, and he can tell you mean it. “I hope it all works out the way you want it, you were always so passionate about those main channel vids, I know it’s gonna be great.”
He knows you wish him well, and that’s what makes him want to die.
“Thank you,” he allows himself to smile, allows himself to relax for the first time. “Saw you hit one mill the other day. Congrats,” he says, watching you roll your eyes, but stretch your mouth into a wide grin.
“Well, it’s not quite like travelling across Europe, but yeah,” you muse, “thank you.”
“Don’t be silly,” he shakes his head at you, tone of voice offended on your behalf, “there’s content for everyone. And what you do, you do best.”
There’s sincerity in his words. A quiet confession that he still cares, that he is still deeply aware of your presence, even though now, mostly the online one. A quiet confirmation of the fact that the admiration he had for you was real, will always be real; something he can’t shrug off.
“Well, thank you,” you say, tone of voice a little bashful. A girl he’s seen in one of your tagged pictures before reaches the two of you, stealing you back into her conversation and the goodbye you share is quick, rushed. Will leaves the event before he has a chance to speak to you again, but still, he replays the interaction over and over in his mind before he goes to sleep that night, the sight of your smiley face making him feel bittersweet, a longing for something he once almost had, but allowed to get rotten.
A week after meeting you, Will throws himself completely into watching your life through the screen. Any more and he’d have to call himself a stalker– he checks all your stories from a burner account, watching all your videos despite not giving a single damn about skincare routines or recommendations for a sweet Christmas makeup party look. (For more reasons than one, this one in particular feels like twisting a knife in his gut the most.)
Slowly, he dares to cross the lines he’d once drawn.
He starts liking your pictures again. He leaves a congratulatory comment on your collab with a makeup line he once saw in Sephora when he went there to buy skincare you recommended to him back when you two started talking. A daring, yet simple message in your inbox on your birthday, wishing for all your dreams to come true. It’s like testing the waters, and he hates himself in moments of self-awareness– it’s like checking if you’re still there, if you’re still gonna reply and let him back in, even for the simplest of things.
He’s starting to get desperate. He knows how it must look in your eyes. He hates himself for having to start over.
One day, you end up on a shoot with Chris. Will feels like chewing up his pillow, punching a hole into his wall. He’s not sure Chris understood the full intensity of Will’s feelings for you, but after some reflection and deep breaths in front of the mirror, he realizes it’s not that big of a deal and he can’t stop you from inching your way towards his friend circle.
In theory, he even welcomes it. In practice, there’s still an alarm going off inside of his chest, preparing him for more pain when the inevitable happens and he has to watch you grow close with his friends, after ruining his chance at being the closest to you.
One thing leads to another and you two end up on a Sidemen shoot together. It’s a silly Among Us in real life video, neither of you knowing who was invited beforehand. Acting unaffected by your presence in front of the camera has proven to be the hardest part yet, only getting more difficult as you clearly had no issue with being friendly with him whenever you crossed paths, even teaming up with him to complete some tasks in front of both his entire friendgroup, and the whole internet watching.
Perhaps it means you have no hard feelings towards him anymore. Which would mean you never cared that deeply in the first place, right?
Maybe you could be friends. Friendly acquaintances. Will would have to settle for that.
He starts to accept the fact the more he casually meets with you.
Another Sideman shoot. A Chris MD shoot, your hearty laugh resonating through the football pitch. In the hall of his office building, on your journey to a podcast recording for the Fellas studio. At someone’s birthday party.
And each time, you offer him at least a small talk, a little breach of truce.
He starts despising you for being so polite.
It’s a year later– early February– when everything breaks. It’s a year since he shut you out when it finally overflows, breaks at its seams. At a stupid Valentine’s day party that Chris and the two Arthur’s dragged him to somewhere in east London, insisting on a night out for the ‘single lads’. He hates everything about the packed club, the cheesy music, the expensive entry fee and the overly-perfumed women on the dance floor. The thing he hates the most, though, is the sight of you on the dance floor, enjoying the attention of all the men that aren’t him, dancing face to face with men that are nothing like him, making him question everything that makes him him.
Will never realized how insecure he was up until this night. And with that realization comes one even harsher– that perhaps, this was what ruined it all in the first place. A prisoner of his own mind, guilty of his own choices.
He chugs shots the whole night. His vision goes blurry and his mood is on a stable, slow, downwards spiral. His friends abandon him for cheerful girls on the dance floor, getting lost somewhere in the middle of the sea of people, but he stays glued to his seat. Not even the flirtiest of women make him falter.
After a particular shot sometime after 2 in the morning, he starts feeling sick to his stomach and makes the smart decision of walking out of the club, resting his back against the concrete wall. He takes a few calming breaths to steady himself, but they do nothing for the uneasiness in his intestines. He fears that if he gets a whiff of the cigarette smoke in the air one more time, it might genuinely make him gag, and so he tries to mentally force himself to think of anything else than how messed up he feels in the moment– so much he almost misses your figure walking out of the club, purse on your shoulder, ready to leave.
He doesn’t notice you walking up to him, a frown sitting on your face. Your voice makes him jump, and for a second, Will thinks he’s entering a state of delirium, your presence nothing more than an image in his head, a hopeless fata morgana.
“Will? Are you all right?” you ask, looking up at him, trying to catch his gaze from where it’s zeroed ont his sneakers.
“Yeah,” he nods, almost too quickly, almost too sure.
It takes you only a few moments to grasp the situation– the wobbling of his figure, the refusal to meet your eyes. He looks wrecked. Something like sympathy rips through you– a feeling you told yourself to bury a long time ago, especially when it comes to Will Lenney. Still, you can’t resist the urge inside of you– almost like a primal instinct, a need to keep him safe.
“Are you on your way home?” you ask.
“Just… getting s’me fresh air,” he slurs, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
There’s a moment of silence as you contemplate your next words, clearly overthinking in the tense atmosphere. “I’m… heading back, actually. We can share a cab, if you’d like,” you offer.
Will considers it, he really does. But the way you look tonight– beautiful, free, sexy– makes him feel defeated, too aware of the knife in his chest that carries your name and he keeps twisting in himself. He shakes his head, declining. “Nah, it’s fine. Would be a detour for you,” he tries to offer a weak smile.
“Will, look–”
“It’s fine,” he insists, “really.”
A car pulls up. Your eyes move from his figure to the vehicle, then back towards the male. You press your lips into a tight line. “Come on,” you order, bringing your hand to his, dragging him towards the cab. “It’s getting late,” you offer as an explanation, the physical contact of your fingers between his quickly disarming the man, making him shut up.
In the taxi, you recite his address from memory. Will hates the nights it makes him remember.
The ride to his place is a blur. He doesn’t remember much from the journey, nor how he got inside of the apartment– only focused on the contact of your body glued to his side to help steady him on his struggle inside. He faintly remembers handing you his keys, too blurry-eyed to unlock the front door himself. When his legs finally cross the threshold of his bedroom from where you’d carefully led him to, he’s left with panic squeezing on his chest when you turn your back on him to leave.
“Please don’t go,” he blurts out.
You freeze in the doorway, shoulders tensing at his request. He’s not sure what got over him– he was never brave enough to beg you to stay, only ever having courage to push you away instead– but he guesses it’s time he starts to do things a little differently.
“I won’t– I won’t try anything on you, or something, I just…”
“I know, Will,” you mumble, a sad smile landing on your lips as you turn to face him again.
“I just… don’t want you to go,” is all he settles on, not really having it in him to choose different words, to spill his heart out just yet. Now more than ever, he’s deeply afraid of scaring you away, since digging up the deep abyss in between of you.
For a moment, you look at him with sympathy in your eyes. He cowers under your stare, shame prickling the tips of his ears in crimson red. A soft exhale escapes your mouth, looking anywhere but at your past lover still standing– albeit a little wobbly– right opposite of you.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Will,” you offer, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“Y/N,” Will tests the way your name tastes on his tongue, much preferring it to the burning of the alcohol he’s consumed in the past few hours, “you… you came a long way, and it’s– it’s late–”
“You know I can’t do this, Will–”
“Please?” drags out pathetically out of his throat, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard it bleeds. “I–” he chokes out helplessly, his cold fingers slipping around your wrist, trying to hold you in your place, stopping you from leaving. The look on your face is steady, staring at him as if he’s a child that’s acting out, having a melt-down– disappointed, condescending, sorry.
Another breath drags out of your throat as you tear your gaze away, pointing your glossy gaze towards the ceiling. Something breaks in Will at that, slipping to kneel on the floor, pleading.
“Just stay?” he says, clearing his throat. “I… I’ve been too much of a pussy before and pushed you away, but… but now, for what it’s worth, every second without you makes me feel like I can’t breathe.”
The sight of him on his knees in front of you– albeit close to passing out, behavior clearly amped up by the state of intoxication he found himself in– makes you close your eyes tightly, counting your breath. Your hand slips away from his fingers to rest softly on the top of his head, threading your digits through his disheveled hair.
“You’re drunk, Will. Just… just go to bed, yeah?” you say, tone of voice defeated– as if you were already preparing for the inevitable, preparing for him to pretend he never said anything in the morning, when he sobers up and his head hurts more than his heart tonight. You say it like it’s breaking you, you say it like you’re hating him for making you hurt.
“I’m drunk,” he nods, admitting, “but– just let me speak. I– I mean it all. I do.”
“I don’t think you’ll even remember this in the morning.”
“I will,” he assures you, “I will. I promise.”
“I– I don’t think–”
Will, selfish as always, cuts you off before you have a chance to say anything. “I mean all of it, I’m just too much of a pussy to say it sober,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “the same way I was back last year.”
Silent, knowing that if you dared to counter-attack or leave, you’d fail and he’d cut you off or beg you some more, you just stare at the man, waiting for his next words.
“I…” he starts, swallowing hard and licking his lips, preparing himself for the cascade of words coming straight out of his chest, “I’ve spent the last year thinking about you. Not a single day goes by without me thinking about you, and I– I know it’s my fault, ‘cause I pushed you away, and that, but– I… for what it’s worth, I always cared,” he nods to himself. Unsatisfied with his unrehearsed speech, he doubles down.
“It probably doesn’t matter anymore, and it’s fine, like, I get– I get it. I’d hate me too,” and he does, a pathetic voice inside of him screams, “I just… I want you to know that it was never because… I never stopped talking to you because I got bored, or something. I just– it felt too real and I got scared. I dunno why,” he slurs, looking up at you with a hopeless blue of his eyes, “I just did.”
“It was real,” you admit, now also chewing on your bottom lip, “for me, at least.”
“It’s– it’s still real,” he grunts, watching you as you stroke his hair, an open, vulnerable look behind your orbs.
Much to his dismay, you stay silent. After a moment, one he spends mentally cursing himself out– a cycle he’s been long used to by now, after all these years– he allows himself to try a little harder, to selfishly beg you for more.
“Will you… will you stay until the morning?” he asks, throat hoarse, voice deep. “Please?”
In the morning, he feels restless. Sun shines brightly into the room and the air is thick, heavy with the words of last night. When he turns to you, you’re already looking at him from your usual side of the bed, filling him with a mix of emotions he can’t quite decipher, but feel hard and deep in his heart, throat, the pit of his stomach. He can tell you didn’t sleep much. From the look of it, you barely closed your eyes.
Could you tell him if you’re slipping away? You might not see a reason to stay– but he does.
For a while, neither of you speak. You just study each other’s faces, much like you used to after nights spent together entangled in his sheets, skin on skin. The circumstances are different, but the intimacy still lays over you like a thick blanket. The vulnerability hurts quite the same.
Then, a breaking point. An alarm sound, a call of a siren.
“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice barely louder than a whisper, searching his eyes. “Last night, I mean.”
Will holds your gaze, nodding. “I did.”
You heave out a breath, pressing your lips tight together before pursing them. “Okay,” you nod, hair tousling in the sheets.
“O-okay?”
This is not the reaction he expected. Not sure what to do, uncertain in situations that handle the matters of the heart, he desperately opens his mouth again, scrambling up a word vomit that would hopefully relieve him– or better, make you stay again, this time, forever.
“Y/N, I lo–” drags out of his throat, scratching at the walls of it, leaving claw marks behind– before you cut off the frantic confession with a press of your lips to his, savoring them on your tongue.
And Will responds, shutting his eyes closed, feeling manic. You’re here, tangible, real. Everything he wished for, everything he’d imagined in the last few months of silence. He wants to breath you in like a vapor, get high on your fumes. Your lips work soft, then harder, harsher as you move closer towards him, reaching for his cheek to angle him so you’re comfortable.
The drag of your nails along his stubble makes him huff into the kiss, his tongue slipping out to dance with yours, licking into your mouth. He hovers over you, nose pressing into your cheek, moves uncoordinated, messy, tamed down for too long. When your hand trails its way along his spine, nails gently scratching back up his back as you slip your palms under his shirt, he feels need slightly creeping up on him, actions following the desire.
Lips moving to your neck, sucking on it and listening to the way you sound when he finds your sweet spot, one of his hands gently presses your wrists above your head, crossing one another, his own image of Mary on a cross– you’re there, breathing under him. You survived, nails to join your hands. And Will knows he deserves to light like a fire– but truth be told, you’re all he’s ever wanted. In his own, messy, faulty way.
Receiving heated, firm kisses to your neck, you let him slowly unravel you. You let Will be in charge– even though he never did so in leading your relationship. Perhaps this is his way of seeking redemption, your way of letting him show you he can do it.
“Let me try again, will you?” he says into your ear, nose glazing the soft skin and making you shudder. “I’ll be better this time. I’ll do better.”
High on him, you believe it.
Almost a year later, 365 days since the morning after Valentine’s day, Will still loves you like a chore.
But this time, it’s different. He doesn’t find it annoying or disrupting to his daily schedule. Sure, it’s still something he has to do every day, no matter the weather, mood or circumstance. Loving you feels like a chore to Will, for he can’t make the decision not to do so– it’s repetitive, daily, something he does without thinking about the action.
Loving you feels like a chore, because he can’t stop doing so. Not when you’re here, more-so not when you’re far. But it’s something he no longer dreads doing– like washing the dishes after a good meal; you do it without thinking. Because you have to. You have to wash the dishes to have something to eat from when you plan to have another meal. You have to put effort into loving someone so you can also enjoy the benefits of their closeness, their affection.
You have to try in order to make a relationship work. You have to stop being scared of losing your freedom in order to have someone to devote yourself to, someone who would do the same for you, someone to call home.
Loving you is a chore. One he checks off every day, one he looks forward to.
Loving you is a chore. He chooses to love you, every morning. He can’t stop doing it. Not now, not ever– and what a blessing it was to be able to start over. To love you, and to choose loving you, like doing a chore. Every single day.
i love that will's such a pokemon nerd bc now i get to nerd out w him in this upcoming fic :3 hehe
BF HEADCANONS PT.2 ☆ SUB!WILLNE
content: 18+! sub!willne & puppyboy!willne. mentions of: bondage (shibari), choking/erotic asphyxiation, somnophilia, exhibitionism, edging, breeding kink, mommy kink, being collared, will being a munch, oral sex, riding, pinv, punishment by entrapment and muzzling, degradation, cursing, will being needy and whiny af.
a/n: he’s back x
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sub!will and tying him up shibari. i can imagine will really loves being tied up, especially after a long day too. he loves being able to enter subspace where he can relax and forget about his day, letting you have your way with him as he’s tied up shibari style for you. i can imagine that the pressure of the rope against his skin (especially when it digs in and he can feel the material) makes him go all floaty and fuzzy as he writhes a little, quaking as you stroke his cock, letting him slip into that euphoria of being submissive. i can also imagine him being a breathy, babbling mess, begging you to “say that again,” if you call him any sort of degrading name or to “speed up,” cause he’s getting close, whilst his eyes are shut and his head is tilting upwards, all as his breath is hitching and his chest is rising faster.
sub!will who’s really into choking. i can see him being begging for it too. imagine you’re riding him, lightly holding down his neck as your hips roll in time with his erratic, thrusting ones as he’s a whining mess and he whimpers, “please choke me. i wanna feel what it’s like to be choked,” as he grits his teeth at the pleasure. at first you’re a bit taken aback, slowing yourself as you repeat will’s confession to him, “you want me to choke you? are you sure?” as he breathily responds with, “please choke me. i want you to choke me, pet,” as his head rests lazily against the pillow below him, his unruly brunette mullet flowing over the white material. you then press down harder on your grip around his neck, watching how will’s eyes widen with not only fright but excitement as you start to ride him faster again, listening to his slightly strained moans as he becomes closer and closer to his release. through pants, you degrade will, asking him “you really enjoy this? god, you’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” as he groans in response, biting his lip before gasping for air at your words whilst his eyes start to glass over slightly. the lack of oxygen to will’s brain makes his whole body fuzzy and floaty as he eventually spills inside of you, left panting and satisfied as you let go of his throat.
somnophilia with sub!will. oh, will is a sucker for this. i can imagine him waking up so hard and he just can’t help but slide in because, in all fairness to him, you do look gorgeous when you’re asleep. however, because he’s so needy he can’t help but give it away. i can imagine you being awoken by his soft grunts in your ear as he has both his arms wrapped around you, whilst his hips sloppily rut into your ass. as you become fully awake i can imagine him breathily speaking to you, being all like, “i’m sorry. i just couldn’t help it, baby. you looked so good,” as his thrusts become even more needier as he’s chasing his high, eventually comes deep inside of you, kissing you softly on the back of you neck before whispering, “thank you, love,” before falling asleep whilst still deep inside of you.
sub!will and exhibitionism. i can imagine will to be pretty pathetic and needy when you go out anywhere to the point that he’d become a bit of an exhibitionist. like, i can imagine at a party that he gets so drunk to the point that even looking at you makes him get a hard on. and when you notice and scold him, saying, “will have you seen yourself right now? we’re in public and you’ve got a fucking hard-on. are you that pathetic?” that he’s all like, whilst slurring and stumbling on his words, “c’mon baby, just help me out. i can’t help it, you look so fucking beautiful, pet.” and in an attempt to make no one see your boyfriend’s erection, you take him to a secluded area of the bar and sit him there, but will just can’t help himself to beg even more. “love, please. one taste, that’s all i want,” he’d ask, before pouting and looking up at you with those big, needy and pathetic puppy eyes he always did, “please, for me?” he’d then add. sighing, you’d open up your legs, pointing to the floor, before muttering, “go on then,” and will is practically jumping off of the seat and onto the floor, before you add, “but be quick, you mutt,” as you rake your hand into his mullet, whilst he pulls your panties down and licks a stripe up your cunt, before ultimately messily eating you out after.
edging with sub!will. will’s favourite type of torture method and your’s too! i can imagine his cheeks getting all rosy as he’s left whimpering and whining as you edge him, babbling to “stop being mean,” only for you to giggle, responding that “you’re not being mean,” as you bring him to the brink of ecstasy before… just stopping, leaving him all unsatisfied and even more needier than ever before. i can imagine you doing it until his practically in tears, his cock throbbing in your fist as you take him to the edge for the umpteenth time, watching how his breath becomes ragged as he’s about to come, before slapping his cock away, watching how he hisses and squirms at the feeling of being denied an orgasm again and again.
breeding kink and sub!will. i can imagine will to be so vocal when you’re on top of him, especially when you start talking about him fucking his children into you. “yeah? you gonna give me your babies, will?” you’d pant on top of him as you roll your hips, his fingernails digging into the flesh as he bites his lip trying to muffle his moans. his face would be flushed as he whimpers, “yes, i wanna give you my babies. fill you up nicely, y-yeah?” as he groans, the question demands an answer from you, all whilst becoming overstimulated with pleasure. and you just laugh, maybe even grabbing his jaw if he dares to look away, “yes you fucking are going to fill me up. you’d be such a good dad for our children, will,” you’d respond and will would be so far gone, his brain like mush at your words. he’d become a whimpering mess as that line alone makes him cum inside of you almost instantly after you say it, his hot seed filling your womb and painting your cunt walls white as he looks at you adoringly and fucked out afterwards.
sub!will and his mommy kink. though, i believe at first it would be accidental, where will was lost in the pleasure so much that he is a babbling, submissive mess and you can practically get away with anything because of it. i can imagine him getting so needy as you’re teasing his throbbing cock in your hand as he’s whimpering, “please mommy, lemme cum. i’ve been your good boy, please,” as he’s practically in tears, sobbing at the overstimulation. after he says the ‘mommy’, you stop, holding his twitching member in your fist as you reply with, “what was that, will? you want mommy to let you come? is that it?”and will’s so far gone that he just groans, “yes— fuck, please mommy. i need this,” before biting his lip as he closes his eyes, allowing a couple of stray tears of ecstasy to trail down his cheeks. you then smirk to yourself, before saying “okay, go on then. only because you asked so nicely,” as you give him a couple more pumps, making will cum too quickly as a guttural moan rips through his chest at the pleasure vibrating through his body.
puppyboy!will who’s a little needy. i can imagine will to always desperately need to get off. whether that be by masturbation, oral or actual sex, it doesn’t matter. but if he’s denied of it, he becomes a pathetic, begging mess. i can imagine him getting on his knees in front of you, whilst he ruts on your shoe, his head resting against your thigh as he whines, nails digging into your shin as he gets closer and closer to his release. i can also imagine you toying with him a little, maybe moving your foot around to cause him to whimper more as he’s left chasing his orgasm without your help, to the point that his tongue is lolling out of his mouth and he’s drooling all over himself… like a proper, needy mutt in heat. this then links nicely to puppyboy!will who cums in his boxers when he’s so desperate. i can imagine that whilst will is doing this, you may degrade him a little. i can imagine you calling him “your bitch in heat” and him going feral, making him hump quicker into your shoe, panting excessively before he inevitably comes in his boxers as a result of him going so feral and needy for you.
puppyboy!will who loves to be collared. i can imagine will loves to be claimed by you, especially with a collar around his neck. i can imagine it reads ’reader’s good boy’ on it and will gets all giddy when he wears it because he feels like he has a purpose which is to be your good boy. similarly, i can imagine he loves being tugged around by a leash attached to the collar too, as it allows him to make the most pathetic whines and whimpers. i think this also links nicely to the headcanon that puppyboy!will is a munch. not only can i see will being addicted to the sensation of his wet tongue on your wet cunt, i can imagine you tugging on his leash, making him whine and whimper as he eats you out. pulling his mouth closer to your cunt through your tugs, as his nose fully nudges your clit, whilst his delicious noises vibrate just right on your pussy. and whilst he’s doing it, his wide puppy eyes look up at you all needy as you watch you slick mixed with his saliva drip down his chin so messily, as you laugh at him between gasps and moans, before calling him “such a messy puppy”.
degrading puppyboy!will for his gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. imagine grabbing will’s chin as he’s looking up at you with those big doey eyes as he’s begging to come, and you call him “pathetic” for looking at you like that, causing him to whine as he’s eating you out. i can imagine him babbling, “c’mon that’s not fair. please, i’ve been so good!” as he whines, pouting whilst his eyes are all wide and wet for you. and you just laugh in his face, before saying, “you’re such a stupid and needy bitch in heat, you know that, will?” as he just wants to make you cum, but also himself cum as he’s started humping the carpet to try and get off himself.
muzzling puppyboy!will when he misbehaves. i can imagine will to be a biter when he wants to be, even if its playful most of the time. but definitely especially if he’s in a bratty mood. during a mouth inspection, he nips and bites at your fingers as you put two fingers inside of his mouth, which causes you to scold him, calling him a “bad dog” before slapping his face. in a way of punishing him, you bring over the muzzle which has him whimpering, before you sigh, confessing, “you really didn’t want to do this,” but you “needed to punish him for his bad behaviour,” as you tie the metal cage around his face tightly, not allowing him to move his jaw, causing him to whine at the discomfort. this leads nicely to caging puppyboy!will as an additional punishment. i can imagine will also having a cage next to your bed if he misbehaves too, as he’s not allowed the reward of sleeping next to you like a normal person if he does piss you off or breaks any rules you set.
BF HEADCANONS. ☆ SUB!WILLNE.
contents: 18+! sub!willne (duh), slight intox mention!
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sub!will who always thought he was a dom. let’s just say the realisation was very humbling for will. he was always used to being in control, so when you do eventually dom him for the first time he’s agitated because why the hell did it feel so good?
but also sub!will that doesn’t give off ‘sub’ vibes. if anything, will openly acts cocky (making an innuendo or two with his friends as banter, for example) but when you start putting your hand on his thigh, even just grazing over his hand underneath the table, and whispering in his ear when you’re out in public? he’s soon to change, becoming incredibly flustered quickly, cheeks soon burning with embarrassment.
this then leads me onto sub!will who’s a brat. like i said above, as he tries to maintain this ‘cocky’ or at least confident image, he’s definitely the type to hate not being in control, especially having being used to it for so long. despite you being on top (which he also loves), he still will try to command you on where he wants you to be, whether that be cock, face (etc) but ultimately fails in doing so.
following on from that, sub!will that complains and whinges when things don’t go his way. for some reason, will doesn’t seem to understand that “no” actually means no. this is DEFINITELY the instance when you’ve edged him so much to the extent that he’s so sexually frustrated it’s actually embarrassing. when you tell him that he can’t come, he’s always contesting, demanding why you won’t let him.
sub!will’s favourite body parts on you are definitely your thighs and boobs. he love love LOVES being suffocated by your thighs as you ride his face— it’s practically where he’s meant to be (being a top tier munch and allat). BUT he also loves grabbing at your boobs as you ride him, needing something to ground him as your pussy clenches around him for the umpteenth time.
the fact that he loves suffocation or at least being suffocated when his face is rode, brings me onto sub!will who has a humiliation kink/loves it when you degrade him. calling him messy after you’ve orgasmed on him, smearing yourself over his face before plunging two fingers into his mouth, watching how he greedily sucks at them to the point that he’s nearly gagging when you shove them deeper, hitting the back of his throat leaves him groaning and rolling his eyes against your digits.
sub!will who’s extra sensitive. i can imagine him getting cold shivers even from a little kiss on his neck, but hes also got spots all over his body that cause him to shudder and twitch, sometimes even just melt in your grasp. this is also very apparent if he’s had a long day filming for instance. he’ll typically find solace in your lap, just resting his head and letting you play with his hair, sometimes asking about his day.
that brings me onto sub!will who’s very vocal. he’s definitely a gasper, and unfortunately he cannot hide it for the life of it. as much as he tries to by biting his lips so much that they’re swollen and chafed, those harsh intakes of breath he lets slip when you even graze over his overly sensitive cock have you murmuring in his ear to let you hear them, and by the end he’s always breathless, moaning mess under you.
we all know will loves his jewellery, so this brings me onto sub!will and more specifically, his necklaces. if anything, you’ve come to realise that you don’t need to buy will a collar because he practically wears one every day. he’s such a pretty slut as you love tugging on the silver chains around his neck, especially when he’s not paying attention to you as you sit on his cock, revelling in the little startled gasp that escapes his lips when you do so.
i know i’ve previously referenced this in some of my will fics already, but sub!will that kneels in front of you, looking up at you with those big, adoringly loving doe eyes. he also especially loves when you trace over his lips or jaw with your hands, all whilst you mumble about how pretty he is.
and finallyyy sub!will and a light intox kink. typically not a every day occurrence, but i do believe that you enjoy getting will a little bit tipsier than usual, just to play with him a little bit more than usual. especially when by the end of the night you have him tied up on a chair, forcing him to watch you play with yourself all whilst he’s made to watch, becoming twitchy as his cock leaks stupidly in his boxers.
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BF HEADCANONS. 𖥔 WILLNE AND JAMES MARRIOTT.
content: 18+! dom!james marriott, sub!willne & switch!reader. mentions of: mutual masturbation, spit kinks/play, jerking off (m!receiving), oral sex (f & m!receiving), making out on a penis, ruined orgasms, spit roasting, double penetration, cuck chair, lots of mess (cleaning up cum), pet play, dry humping, boot humping, spanking
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will and james, mutual masturbation and loving to paint your body with their seed. a pretty simple one to start off with! will and james both love mutual masturbation which ends up with things getting… well, messy. they love towering over you, cocks heavy in their hands as you play with yourself, maybe with your fingers, sometimes with a toy whilst they themselves jerk themselves off too. james sometimes likes to take control however, with making you do certain things, like squeezing your nipples, or making eye contact with him and will when you’re all (as a collective) coming ever so closer to your releases. at this point, will’s lips are typically red raw from the amounts of times he’s bitten them, whilst james is groaning and gasping gutturally low. the best scenario for will and james is ultimately when you squirt, as your slick sometimes even coats them as they too orgasm, with will and james pointing their spasming cocks at your cunt and lower chest. before their come paints your ever so soft and silky smooth skin whilst it ejaculates out of both of their cocks as you all come down from your highs.
spit play with will and james. there’s just something so hot about james making you jerk will off whilst james has a hand around will’s throat. will’s cheeks are basically as red as they practically can be, tears brimming in his eyes as you quicken your pace before slowing it down, just so you can see will squirm uncomfortably as he reaches a peak and then is denied of it. at this point, he’s basically incoherent. breathy moans, low groans and hiccups fill the air as james tilts will’s head back, spitting directly into the poor guy’s mouth. squirming, will will then close his mouth and end up getting it all over his face, to which james just chuckles lowly, bringing his spare hand to stroke will’s cheek whilst you still jerk him off— all whilst he’s now rutting into your hand. james then smears the spit around will’s mouth, calling him ‘such a messy boy’. maybe after even dipping two fingers into his mouth to gag will even more when he starts begging to come, just as he soon gargles around them, his come squirting all over your fist.
will, you and james’s cock that one time. another scenario that happened with you and will is when james made you both sit in between his thighs whilst his hard cock was held in his hands. you’re both practically salivating at the sight as james teases you with it, letting out a low groan as his thumb comes up to smear the pearly pebbles forming on the tip of his dick down the veiny shaft ever so slowly. with instruction, you and will start making out on james’s cock, which earns an approving pat on each of your heads whilst james’s head soon tilts back, sighing as his chest starts rising a little more jagged than usual. after a bit of a sloppy kissing session, you both then take turns sliding the cock into your mouths before james can come. james then jerks himself off a few time and bursts his load all over both of your faces, before making you lick it off of will’s face, and will off of your face like the little horny sluts you both are.
will and james and that one time you jerked them both off at once. in a moment of rare dominance, you have will and james both lying on a bed naked, backs to the mattress with their dicks out, both hanging half hard and slightly leaky. you’re also naked too after doing a strip tease, to which you situate yourself between both of them, your hands wrapping around both of their cocks easily like your hands were made for both of their dicks. you start off slow, causing a little whine to escape will’s lips shamelessly and a curse to be murmured under james’s breath too. you continue to this until they’re both hunched over, will and james’s cocks both starting to spasm, impatiently waiting for their imminent releases. however, you’re not going to let them come that easily! no, instead, you slap their dicks away, causing them both to groan out loudly to contest what you just did. it isn’t long however until a little squeeze of both will’s and james’s cock (after an excessive amount of whimpering and whining from will, but also james attempting to finish the job himself) both has them coming, seed painting their lower stomachs and leaving them breathless after a ruined orgasm.
spit roasting with will and james. let’s just say, sometimes will can be a spare part when it comes to james fucking you. he feels pathetic in comparison to james, so sometimes just lets him do what he needs to do, whilst helping here and there if necessary like an obedient little puppy. however, in this instance james is fucking your ass for the first time in a while, and you’re being incredibly loud. i mean, james is fucking you good, so good all thoughts in your head soon disappear and all you can see is that white ecstasy which looks like stars. wanting to shut you up, however, james tells will to gag you with his cock so you stop moaning so damn much. will scrambles over to your now tear stained face to instantly obey james’s command. and let’s just say the intensity of james’s thrusts, plus now being gagged by will’s cock in your throat (and ultimately it constantly hitting the back with each jerk forward), it causes will to become incredibly breathy and ultimately come into your mouth almost instantly before james comes into your ass, shoving himself deep inside of you. <3
will, james, you and double penetration. in this case, james’s burly chest is snugly pressed against your back, as you feel his hot, panting breaths against the back of your neck. he’s also cursing lowly into your ear as he has you in a death grip that’s surely going to bruise your already red and sore skin. will is underneath you, thrusting upwards. his cheeks are burning as his brain is cloudy, overwhelmed by not only the feeling of your gummy walls around his dick, but also by james’s grunts and guttural moans as he maintains a steady pace. you’re an incoherent babbling mess from the get-go, however, now even drooling because of the ecstasy that surges through your veins like hot electric. james’s hands come up to grope your tits, which makes you squeal with delight. your body then tenses and spasms as you come a couple of moments after, squirting over will’s cock whilst he spills his seed into you, but also from james’s cock twitching uncontrollably due to his own release in your ass. <3
will and james and the cuck chair. sometimes, james knows that he needs to let his subs enjoy each other, and more specifically be left to their own devices. james likes to sit on the cuck chair so he can enjoy watching his two favourite subs make out. he loves hearing the little whines from you, but also the muffled whimpers from will and you both attempt to have some sort of dominance whilst your tongues stick deep into each other’s mouths. james loves witnessing you both undressing each other, especially when you then grind your pussy against will’s thigh, which causes will to become incredibly hard himself, as your perked tits brush against his chest as well. from afar, james palms his now fully erect cock as you and will continue dry hump, both glancing over at him in the chair with the widest, most dilated gazes he’s ever seen. it’s enough to make him come there and then. however, it then gets to the point where you and will, are whimpering, lips pouted as you’re both begging for him to come and join you so that james can fuck you both properly because you’re too stupid and pathetic to try and attempt to do it yourselves. :(
you and having to clean up will’s mess. i can imagine a scenario, maybe when you first get involved with will and james, where will cums onto james’s hairy chest whilst you’re watching. maybe, you’re even kissing james a little whilst will jerks off at the sight of it, like the pathetic little whore he is because he’s feeling left out, and even if he’s had strict instructions from james to NOT come, he still ends up doing it anyways because he’s such a dumb dog. because of this, james just tuts, shaking his head with disapproval, before making you lick will’s release off of his burly chest because he’s in such a bad mood after it.
will, james, you and pet play. ever since james called will a ‘good puppy’, the idea of will, james and you doing pet play has NOT left my head. i can imagine you and will are both leashed by james, sitting on your knees, both of you looking up at james with those big wide puppy eyes that make james’s stomach flutter. he holds both of your leashes in his hands as james then tells you both to start humping his doc marten boots just like the dumb mutts both of you are would. you and will are both moaning and whining and whimpering (maybe even barking a little) as you both rut against his leather shoes like bitches in heat until you both come in your underwear, yours and will’s bodies both shuddering as you come down from your highs just to be met with a loving and approving pat on your heads from james.
james and spanking will. to end this whirlwind of headcanons, i can’t erase the thought of will eating you out with little, timid kitten licks whilst james watches over you both. i can also imagine james not being happy with will’s performance, despite you still letting out noises so will does know that you’re enjoying it, so james just starts to spank will whilst he’s still eating you out. his body jolts forward with each whack of his ass, causing will’s nose to bump at your clit and you to squeal in response. as james continues to spank woll, it’s clear that it’s worked in getting you closer and closer to your orgasm as you end up finishing all over will’s face, coating his lips completely in his slick, almost instantly after around 20 or so spanks. after james stops, it leaves will’s ass stinging and red raw, to which james tries to alleviate with a little kiss on it. :)
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BF HEADCANONS. ☆ DOM!WILLNE.
content: 18+! mentions of oral sex, penetration, creampies, breeding kinks, role play, fucking in public & creating homemade adult films 🤭
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will the munch. a simple one to start off with. eats pussy like it’s his last meal or he’s been starved his whole life. it doesn’t help that he seems to be an absolute master of the art, knowing exactly how to make you feel good when he goes down on you for the umpteenth time. sometimes he’ll even slip a finger or two in to create some more stimulation for you, causing you to become an absolute mess when you finally come, completely squirting all of his face.
will who loves when you ride him. he love love LOVEEES watching your facial expressions as you hop on his cock. from the way that your eyebrows furrow initially as you try and get comfortable with him inside of you to the way that your lips part and your cheeks flush as the heat of your blood rushes around your body… it’s enough to make his own brain fuzzy. but he also loves the way that he can reach up to your throat, his grip tight as he chokes you. he loves the way you look down at him with wide eyes as he just holds his hand there, unmoving, as you whimper— becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure and adrenaline you’re experiencing.
will who loves causing you to be loud. i think we’ve already established that will loves when you ride him, not only does he love looking at you all fucked out on top of him… it gives him perfect access to your breasts. he loves slapping them as hard as he can, watching you gasp and writhe— maybe even stutter and break your rhythm whilst you ride him. but GOD, does he love pulling at your nipples. he loves when you’re rolling your hips as he toys with your tits, making them hard before pinching them, pulling them hard causing you to cry out— maybe even make your eyes water a little….
(can you see where this is going?) will who loves to see you cry. there’s nothing hotter to will than seeing you cry because he’s making you feel so good that it brings you to tears. if anything, it makes him want to make you cry more. he loves the way your mascara gets ruined as he pushes himself so deep into you to a place that even yourself didn’t even know existed, making his ego a little bit larger at the same time.
but also will the cream pie master. will loves fucking you in the ass to be straight to the point. like, he’s addicted to the way you cry into the pillow when it becomes too much… the way his cock just splits you open like it’s nothing— it drives him crazy. he also loves the way that he can easily spank you if you misbehave, AND how his handprint can easily mark your cheek when he does so.
(DARKER THEMES, SKIP IF YOU’RE NOT INTO THIS!!!) this leads me to will and his breeding kink! to be frank, condoms do NOT exist in will’s world. desperately wants to be a father and will do anything to breed you. hence why he loves creampies so much! he loves the way that he can plug you full of his seed and then push it back into your tight little hole when it even dares to spill out. before muttering about how you’ll be such a good mother for his child.
then there’s will with a fullness kink. oh my god, this man is the epitome of ‘where there’s a hole, there’s a goal’. he’ll have you in a butt plug, riding a dildo as he deep throats you at the same time. he looooves the way you bounce on the dildo, your hands gripping so tightly into his waist to ground you whilst your cheeks are hollowed, gagging on his cock. if you stop riding the dildo however? he’ll pull his cock from your mouth, giving you a slap on the cheek telling you not to stop riding it or he won’t come in your mouth.
we all know how much will is in front of a camera, and i just have this feeling that he likes incorporating that into the bedroom. so, will and his homemade porno addiction! he loves recording you guys fuck. you’ll never understand why, but he loves how creative you can both get. it’s also the fact that if he is filming a video in another country or on something PR related, he’s easily got a little reminder of you and the way you look when you’re fucked out on his cock or fingers or even a toy!
however, more specifically he LOVES when you both do role-plays on film. hence why he’s will the role player. he loves how the limits are endless— and definitely loves when he can be a police officer putting you in cuffs or something of that sort….. you gotta remember that he has got a lot of costumes from old videos that you can both use, after all!
oh and don’t forget will who does not mind a fuck in public. you’re looking hot at a get-together with your friends? he’ll easily drag you into the pub toilets and absolutely ruin you in the cubicle with not shame. hell, he doesn’t even care if he leaves you dishevelled afterwards, if anything he loves the messy look on you. you’re wearing a dress that barely covers your ass or thighs? his hands will be all over those body parts whilst you sit snugly next to him. and he doesn’t even show any emotion when he feels the wet patch growing on your panties as it comes too much for you. what a cruel guy.
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a/n: who remembers this then…. 👀
“you’re disgusting,” will grunted into your ear as his body swallowed you whole from above you. in his hand held your tentacle dildo, a secret you wished stayed a secret for longer but unfortunately didn’t.
“when were you going to tell me about this little slutty secret, huh?” will breathed, receiving no answer from you again.
“huh?” he repeated, louder this time, as you mewled in response, biting your lip to suppress the stupid moans that couldn’t help but spill from your plush lips, already overwhelmed by the amazing feelings shooting through your body like hot currents of electricity.
it wasn’t even that you were ashamed of it. it’s more the fact that you didn’t want will to find it. the tentacle was your little bit of thrill whilst he was away on shoots, hidden away in a drawer where you thought he’d never find it. or so that’s what you believed would be the case. as here you were now, being fucked by the same tentacle dildo by your boyfriend who just somehow was able to find it.
“i bet you wished i had a tentacle, don’t you, baby?” he spat with disgust, splitting you open with the curved plastic like it was nothing. “all slimy and fat so i can split you open like this,” will added with another grunt, his jaw tense as you cried out loud, “you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”
you moaned loudly in response, eyes daring to roll back as you found yourself tugging on the brink of ecstasy already. “yeah. that’s what i thought.” he added, with a sadistic smile on his face as your lips were agape.
the breath from your lungs was ripped from your chest as the obscene sounds of your slick on the suction cups of the little ridges on the tentacle echoed louder than they should’ve been around the room.
will laughed. mockingly, of course before he spoke again. “how cute,” he grunted lowly into your ear, “fuckin’ brainless all because of a tentacle in your needy cunt. how much of a sad little degenerate are you?”
the degrading comments which came out in pants were enough to make your head dizzy and fuzzy. you looked at will’s cruel stare with wide eyes as your legs wrapped around his waist, hips now rolling to push the monster toy into your gummy pussy.
slick sweat coated your forehead whilst your hair was messy as it flowed on the pillow below you whilst your hands craned upwards, meeting and grasping onto will’s shoulder blades. “please,” you were able to pathetically whine, lips formed into a pout which matched nicely with your rosy cheeks, “too much. ‘m so full, will.”
“too fucking bad,” he laughed again, this time a little more breathless. he continued to thrust the toy deep into you, causing another string of strangled cries and moans to escape your lips as you became increasingly overstimulated and downright dumb on the thick tentacle that continued to fuck you into oblivion.
will could tell you were already close. he knew you too well, it was one of his best strengths as the slapping noises from your wet hole being ripped open became more and more prominent in the dimly lit apartment bedroom.
the knot in your stomach began to tighten as you felt your body become hotter and hotter below will. your fingernails scratched into his back as you quickly caught his gaze for a moment. sweat also collected like beads on his forehead as some of the curls of his mullet stuck to his skin— a desirable sight for sore eyes.
tears brimmed under your eyes, burning hot and thick as your hips rolled faster now. hungrier. needier. your peak was close, you could feel it wanting to crash over you like a tidal wave. every sensation felt good. they felt right, even.
“gonna come,” you confessed in a whimper, eyes wide and glassy as will looked down on you. “please let me come will. i need this,” you whimpered and mostly begged pathetically again, your now swollen red lips forming a pout once more.
will frowned mockingly down at you. “the freak needs to come, does she?” he said in a condescending tone, before adding in an uncaring, belittling voice, “what a shame. what a needy, pathetic girl, coming undone on a tentacle dildo shoved deeply in her pussy.”
“please!” you blurted, close to babbling as you sniffled. a lone tear fell from your cheek as you closed your eyes due to the feeling surging around your body. “please, i need it so bad, you don’t understand,” you practically cried out, your chest heaving.
that’s when a wicked idea popped into will’s mind. shoving it abruptly into you for once last time before letting go of the toy, will then grunted, “you want to come? do it your fucking self then, slut. show me what you’re normally too ashamed to do when i’m here.”
“w-what?!” you blurted, pussy now throbbing with the member still wedged deeply in it.
“do it. make yourself come on the tentacle, pet. let me see how much of a dirty whore my girlfriend is,” will commanded darkly, his own erect cock now becoming more prominently clear in the confines of his thin boxer shorts.
you gulped timidly. “okay,” you said, grabbing the base of the tentacle timidly.
“fuck,” you cursed out loud as you soon wiggled the toy back into place, pushing it in and out of your slick cunt. you felt every sensation tingle through your bones, enough to make your toes curl with orgasmic ecstasy whilst will watched, silent and hawk-like as his eyes never left you.
you mewled again, tits perking into pearly pebbles due to the pleasure, as your rhythm gradually increased in pace. as you did this, the dildo now snugly being pumped by yourself inside and out of you, collected more and more of your essence to use as natural lubrication.
eyes closed shut, you lost yourself in the pleasure. the thick tentacle split you open enough for your brief string of breathy gasps to be swapped for louder moans, whilst your thighs began to twitch back to life. sweat started to cling to your body as a cup on the tentacle nudged at your puffy clit ever so perfectly, causing your eyes to soon open as begin to roll back.
you’d forgotten that will was hovering over you, his cock now being palmed through his boxers lazily. “fuck me,” he uttered underneath his breath like a prayer, eyes transfixed on your state before him.
your release crashed down on you like a wave almost instantly out of the blue. the coil inside your lower belly tightened so much that you cried out, your back arching off of the mattress as your cunt walls throbbed, milking the silicone shoved inside of your now dripping hole. you moaned as you crashed down from your high, panting as you had to pierce will’s skin with your nails to ground yourself.
as you breathed heavier than usual, you slid the toy out of yourself. placing it to the side without a care for where it was, you looked up at will, who was wide-eyed and dumbfounded. “fucking hell pet,” he muttered, “you’re actually so filthy.”
you laughed, cheeks burning up again with embarrassment mixed with a cheeky glee. “yeah? well, you’re actually incredibly mean.” you commented, as will kissed you deeply in the afterglow of what had just occurred.
“i know,” will murmured, “but i also know that you’re dirty enough to fucking love it as well.” <3
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