#the devil all the time willard x reader

[sivyera]

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery 

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

[writermani4c]

Wise Man - Willard Russel x Reader

@pizgif

Summary: He waited for her for a long time, but she was much better than his fantasies. A wise man knows when he has found his wife.

Warnings: English is not my first language. Not the second or third, I'm sorry. I'm just a Brazilian woman with Bill Skarsgard fever who likes to write to relieve tension. I hope you like it and that the BIG mistakes don't bother you while reading. With love, me.

It's romantic, kind of fluffy (if you like men who are madly in love) and with a slight spice of obscenity. Carefully follow along.

She smelled like lilies when she walked into the cereal aisle.

Every man prepares for that moment. The moment when your life will be turned upside down, all because of a peculiar smell that makes you turn your neck without any concern other than finding its source, then you come face to face with a woman. Your girlfriend, your wife, the mother of your children, the warm hand on your shoulder after a dog day, the smell of lilies on the pillow on the other side of the bed, the soft voice that will say “honey, is that you?” when you get home or “why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” in the morning.

Willard was waiting for her. Even though he didn't like to admit it out loud, he hoped there was someone like that in that strange, inhospitable hole in the world. And when she turned the corner, holding a bag of flour and some eggs, smelling of lilies, with dirt-stained fingernails and a yellow dress that had seen better springs, he knew that this would be his wife.

She looked up only subtly, acknowledging his presence because he was tall enough to block the view of some items on the small shelf, but not tall enough to notice that he was losing his breath at her handsome face.

Beautiful eyes.

Her eyes burned into a particular corner of his brain, coming into his dreams like two headlights. Willard never liked sleeping, seeing it as necessary as eating and pissing, but much more boring. He slept and felt paranoid about being so vulnerable. But when he started dreaming about her eyes, sleep became a pleasant escape.

Small town, people talk. They said that her father had left early, so it was just the mother and daughter in a house falling apart. The mother was sick and the daughter took care of keeping them alive and fed, took care of the family garden and sold flowers to the local flower shop, also repaired worn-out clothes and cleaned some houses. Willard brought shirts and she took them like treasures, pressing them to her chest before thanking him for thinking of her for the service. She didn't know that he himself cut some holes in his shirts and stopped buying some items for the house to have an excuse to see her. It was worth it when your shirts came back sewn and smelling of fresh earth, tulips and daisies.

Someone needed to take care of her. Someone needed to keep her warm at night and scare away the strangers who followed in her footsteps when she make your purchases.

Most of them started to cower when she started waving at Willard when she saw him on the street. He almost chickened out himself, thinking about what chance she had of seeing him with some affection, and took a while to return the wave, which gave her the confidence to do so more often.

'Good morning, Mr. Russel' and ‘Good afternoon, Mr. Russel’, always with a sweet voice and a small smile at the corner of his mouth, that corner that made him want to lean over her, hold her face and run his index finger across her lips, because they were beautiful, they looked soft and smooth. He told her to cut the formalities, but she always called him that, changing to her first name only when he went to her house with clothes to mend.

─ You have a lot of clothes to sew." She smiled and Willard thought she might know.

She was beautiful in a disconcerting way. She had that face that made the day seem less depressing, with a smart smile and sparkling eyes, and that body that made him wish ─ and then feel even slightly guilty for letting his thoughts go so far ─ that he could travel with his mouth, kissing her curves. as he breathed in the scent she must have had beneath her clothes, that skin as smooth as silk at his mercy. She wasn't stupid, though.

─ It's as if termites do their damage whenever I take my eyes off them. Sorry for bringing you so much trouble.

─ No, you don't need to apologize for that. But you spend a lot of money on me.

─ It's money well spent.

─ I… ─ She breathed in, batting her eyelashes as a gentle rebuke to whatever was in her brain. Without meaning to, Willard took a step forward. Don't beat yourself up, my blossom, that's what she wanted to say, but she stopped herself from taking that step inside the screened-in porch of her house. ─ You…

─ Willard.

─ Willard. ─ He waved with a resigned smile. ─ I don't want to be rude.

─ Please be. Be rude all you want, I won't care.

─ Do you want to stay for dinner?

His heart became a nearly dead muscle beneath her words, only to start beating full force again, skipping beats like a runner in a marathon. He couldn't believe it. A huge smile spread across his face. It would be the first time she invited him in. This gave him hope. He gave him a duty.

─ I want it.

Once inside her personal space, the place where she lived, he felt enveloped to the core, because the entire house smelled like her. Soft earth and flowers.

Her couch was warmer and more comfortable. The table at home, although small, was warmer and the chairs were comfortable. The smell of his food made him feel a dormant, wild hunger, something that was more inside his head than his stomach, roaring and digging with sharp nails into his flesh. He went to the bathroom, with the window facing the backyard. A small window, but one he could sneak through, and he left it open from the inside.

That night, he had dinner with his future wife and her mother, a lady so laughing and talkative that she filled him with questions full of ulterior motives.

If he was married, which he gladly answered no, looking at the flush-cheeked girl at the other end of the table. If he intended to get married, he said yes. What he worked with, whether he drank, whether he was baptized, whether he was up to date with his church obligations. Willard maintained a helpful smile because he knew she heard all his answers and, somewhere, evaluated everything he said.

Later, when they said goodbye, she walked him to the door.

─ Thank you for staying. We don't receive many visitors.

─ Thank you for dinner. No one has cooked for me for a long time.

─ You can come when you want to be questioned over a plate of food.

Under the yellow light of the screen porch, the world seemed very small and very simple. There was nothing but him and that woman. Nothing but the way she looked at him, her face lifted to meet his eyes, and the way she breathed, how she filled her lungs all at once and emptied them more slowly. Her cheeks were warmer in the yellow light, the glow in her eyes was like the gravitational force making him yield to her, and the flutter of those eyelashes stirred Willard's heart once again.

He waited for her, but he couldn't believe that reality could be so good.

His right hand touched hers, gentle but lewd, and he leaned in, consuming the air between them, to kiss her left cheek.

He didn't apologize or look back before walking through the balcony door, hearing the thud as it closed behind him. He walked through the garden and disappeared into the darkness, but he didn't go away. He watched her touch her cheek with her fingertips and take a deep breath, then a smile spread across her face.

Every night for two months, he climbed in through that bathroom window in the middle of the night and walked silently around the house. He touched the notes she signed by hand, her grocery list or some reminder on the refrigerator door, ran his fingers through the clothes on the line at the back of the house and went through her things. He defiled her space because he felt a certain comfort in it, in walking through the house and pushing open her bedroom door, watching her sleep peacefully in the narrow bed. She looked peaceful and carefree, as she should be. She looked fragile, small (and that had nothing to do with her height) and defenseless against all the dangers of that land, a little sparrow that he wanted to hold in his hands and keep, because flying around would get him into trouble.

Every time he was invited to dinner, which started to happen more and more frequently, he allowed himself to leave a kiss as a farewell.

A kiss on the cheek, on the back of her hands, on her knuckles, on her forehead. It was like a small dose from a bottle that he hoped he could take a bigger swig of. Holding her face and bringing his lips to her temple, breathing in the scent of her hair as he enjoyed the feeling of his own lips on the skin of the one who stole his heart, because he couldn't take her mouth and, by the good Lord, no part underneath that yellow button-down dress.

One night, when he turned his back, she followed him outside.

─ Willard! ─ The urgency made him stop in place, but it took him a while to turn on his heels, finding her outside with him, away from the yellow lights.

Outside, the world was different.

The darkness of the night was infested with dangers and evil men. The world smelled not just of soft earth and flowers, but also of gunpowder and blood, ambition, power and unbridled pleasure, suffering and bitterness, things that didn't feel like her but were familiar to him. She came after Willard and he waited for her because she was too small to be alone. She didn't need to be alone. Never again.

─ What was it?

─ I don't know.

─ Yes, you know. ─ She needed to know, because the wait wasn't just exciting. It was heartbreaking too. Each night watching her from afar, unable to run his nose along the delicate curve of her neck or cover her when she moved in her sleep and made the blanket slide, slipping away to reveal a pair of breasts covered only by a soft nightgown. The things he did to himself imagining having those breasts in his mouth... ─ It's dark out here. Whatever you say will remain in the dark.

─ What if it’s bad?

─ Nothing good is said in the dark, my dear, that's why we only talked alone on your balcony.

She nodded.

She was barefoot. Most of the time, she stayed barefoot inside the house, limiting herself to wearing lace-up boots over socks when she needed to go into town.

─ I want to be your darling.

─ You are. Always has been, ever since I laid eyes on you.

─ No, not like that. I want to be more than I am now. ─ She took a deep breath. ─ I want you to come and have dinner here every day and not have to pay for me to fix your clothes, because it gives me great pleasure to do so. I don't want you to have to leave after you kiss me.

─ Be my wife then, darling.

That time, she was the one who held his hand. Her fingers were smaller than his, knotted from working with the earth and sewing threads, and that only made her more perfect. She intertwined her fingers with his and leaned forward on the tips of her toes, seeking him with that warm, inviting mouth, her breathing quickened beneath her dress.

Willard married her twice.

The second time was in the church where she was baptized, with God's blessing. He gave her a white dress and a veil, only to move it away from her face and kiss her when the priest gave him permission. Few people went to the ceremony and neither of them cared, they didn't have a party, they just went home and he carried her to bed.

The first time, however, was in the dark, outside the house. And it smelled like soft earth and lilies.

Willard married his wife the moment he lay on top of her, hearing her soft giggle as she hugged his waist with her legs, squeezing her thighs around him as the tip of his cock entered the folds of that tight, wet-as-hell pussy. heaven should be. He wanted to give her a good bed, but they didn't need that while they were numb with passion, their lips locked in a kiss full of voluptuousness and promises.

You'll never be alone again, he promised as he ran his fingers over her face, removing the strands of hair stuck to her sweaty skin, hitting that pussy.

You'll never be afraid, he gasped, because she was holding him tight and moaning against his neck, trying to contain herself. I didn't want her to have to hold back those sly, tearful, sweet sounds, but I didn't want her mother to suspect that he was between her only daughter's legs, so she whispered, between smiles, so that she would make less noise, and she would also smile, but he couldn't contain himself.

You'll never have to worry about anything in the world, he slid his hand between their bodies, while he felt his dick invading her, and he slid his finger over her folds, on that pulsing beam. He rubbed it just for pleasure and indulgence, watching her squirm, biting her right hand to keep still, as beautiful and ethereal as angels must be. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her on his tongue.

Every day and every night, my blossom, I will be the devil that guards you, her taste was like the best of drinks and the best of drugs. An addiction he would maintain with devotion.

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging as her walls clenched so tight it was unbearable. He let her cum, kissing her neck and collarbone lovingly, running his hands over her soft breasts. Every day and every night, you will be loved like a goddess and a slut, my blossom, because you are mine.

[emmyrosee]

Willard Russell

THERE’S A LOT OF NO SONS OF BITCHES OUT THERE

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n/a

drabbles

His Socks.

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.

The Engagement Ring.

[nickeverdeen]

The Devil All Time masterlist

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Lee Bodecker

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[dearly-somber]

Twister | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, eventual romance, fluff, humor, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, found family, high school!au, eventual smut

-> w/c. 1180

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Devil All The Time is an actual book I read, and, to this day, it’s still one of my all-time favorites. The excerpt at the beginning is also real!

-> warnings. None!!

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Aug. 16th, 2022 @ 15:00

-> fin. Sat., Sept. 16th, 2023 @ 16:59

-> edited. Mon., Oct. 30th, 2023 @ 23:03

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Unless he had whiskey running through his veins, Willard came to the clearing every morning and evening to talk to God. Arvin didn't know which was worse, the drinking or the praying. As far back as he could remember, it seemed that his father had fought the Devil all the time—

Someone knocks on Jungkook’s door. You look up from your book (The Devil All The Time by Donald Ray Pollock) and smile smugly at Yoongi as he stands in the doorway, a grumpy pout on his face. “Can I help you?” you ask saccharinely.

He grumbles something you don’t catch before saying, “We’re playing Twisters downstairs.”

You gasp dramatically. “Am I dreaming or are you actually being nice to me for once?”

He growls low in his throat. “Don’t push your luck, human.”

You set your book face-down and skip past him, bounding downstairs with a smug grin. “I’m not leaving anytime soon, Boongles, so you better get used to it!”

“What did you just—“

“Y/N!” Jungkook’s face breaks out into a blinding smile as you enter the living room a few paces in front of Yoongi, his metaphorical tail wagging excitedly.

“Hey, Kook. I heard you’re thinking about me,” you tease, gently patting his back when he rolls his eyes and pulls you in for a hug. As you pull away, you ask, “So! How are we doing this?”

“I was thinking teams, since it’s only four of us playing,” Hoseok says, looking up from where he’s slung an arm around a still-grumpy Yoongi’s shoulders. “We can have two players move during one spin, and the other two the next, that way we can take turns so it’s not too chaotic.”

“The others aren’t playing?” you ask, kind of disappointed. Oh, the amount of chaos there would’ve been if more of them had joined you.

Jungkook shakes his head no. “They’re not feeling it. We convinced Jisoo noona to spin for us, though.”

Jisoo walks in from the kitchen with a glass of red wine in hand. She smiles amicably at you as she takes a seat. “Hey, Y/N. How’s the book so far?”

“Good, thanks.” You turn back to the others. “I assume JK and I are gonna be in a team, then?”

Hoseok grins mischievously as he shares a strange look with Jungkook, saying, “Told you. It’s me and you, hyung.” Hoseok smiles down at Yoongi, who sighs his acceptance.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbles.

You turn to look at Jungkook, who quickly tries to hide a dopey smile. “Why? What did Hobi oppa tell you?”

“Shh.” He turns you back to the mat with his hands on your shoulders. “Focus on winning.”

“Alright!” Jisoo sets her glass down and picks up the wheel. “First spin!” She flicks the plastic arrow, waiting a few seconds for the outcome before calling out, “Right foot, yellow!”

“You go,” you tell Jungkook. He nods, dropping his hands from your shoulders and taking a confident step forward as Yoongi does the same.

“Next… Right leg, blue!”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

In hindsight, Jungkook should’ve seen this coming. He should’ve known Hoseok was trying to set him up from the second he asked if “angel” would be joining them for Twister, even though Jungkook had been more than content to let her stay in his room a little longer. (His complacency with her absence had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that her scent was getting on his sheets.)

Now, with Y/N bending in front of him in a makeshift downward-dog and only one viable option for his next callout (right foot, blue), Jungkook wants to smack his head against a wall. He’d have to move his leg halfway across the mat, so he wouldn’t have any balance.

Unless, of course, he held onto Y/N’s hips.

Twister was a cursed game and he’d never play again.

“Jungkook, you gotta make your move in the next five seconds or else you’re out,” Jisoo warns.

He panics and shifts his foot farther out than he meant to, holding onto Y/N’s hips as his balance gives out and thanking whatever god is out there that Y/N can’t see the disgustingly bright pink hue dusting his cheeks with her ass so close to his crotch.

“You’re gonna make me fall!” Y/N complains, teetering forward. He tightens his grip on her hips and pulls her back ever so slightly. Hopefully he won’t get a boner. Gods, that would be embarrassing.

“Just—focus on your next move!” he half-yells, mouthing a curse at Hoseok, who was knocked out almost five minutes ago and is now standing smugly off to the side trying to contain his laughter. Asshole.

“Stupid game,” Y/N grumbles under her breath, her arms shaking.

“Left hand, red,” Jisoo announces.

Y/N grunts as she moves her hand closer to her body, unintentionally pressing into Jungkook. He bites down on his tongue and focuses on his breathing as blood rushes to his cheeks.

Yoongi huffs as he crouches and sets his hand on the red circle closest to him, grinning up at them with a dark look. “It’s over for you,” he taunts.

“Alright, Kook. Left hand, green,” Jisoo says.

Jungkook crouches down and sets his hand behind him, making eye contact with Y/N for the first time in almost ten minutes straight. “Next time—“

Y/N gets cut off with a yelp as, on their next turn, Yoongi bumps into her and sends her falling back into Jungkook’s lap. He groans, his hands shaking with the effort to keep himself up.

“Asshole! You pushed me!” Y/N yells, her ears turning red with rage as she pushes herself off Jungkook, about to angrily rush Yoongi when Hoseok picks her up around the waist and holds her off to the side with an arm around her shoulders.

“Now-now, kids, no fighting,” he teases.

“Beat his ass, Kook!” Y/N says in response, glaring at Yoongi.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as the game continues. The longer Jungkook has to play, the more tired he becomes—holding weird positions for long periods of time is surprisingly taxing. Just when he thinks he’s going to give out, Yoongi’s sweaty hands slide to the side and he ends up falling over, ass in the air.

Y/N squeals with excitement and rushes Jungkook as he stands up to his full height, massaging his lower back with a grimace. He oofs as she slams into him, her arms around his neck. He blushes and hides his face in her shoulder, trying to subtly breathe in her scent as she drops down before excitedly smacking him on his arm.

He smiles down at her and avoids looking at Hoseok (who he’s sure is having his own little mini-celebration) as Yoongi sighs as he stands up. “Well played,” he grumbles.

Y/N grins triumphantly, but holds her hand out for him to shake. “Good game.” Yoongi hesitates, but takes her hand. Y/N grins. “How does it feel losing to a human?”

“Gods have mercy…”

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[alphabetbill]

A-Z lists and other thingos

I'm in a writing mood and I promise I'm gonna start actually posting some of the A-Z lists that some of you have requested XD I'm also opening up imagine/oneshot prompts with the following characters/people;

Bill Skarsgard

Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Henry Pearl (Battlecreek)

Mickey (Villains)

Mark (Assassination Nation)

Clark Olofsson (Netflix version, just to be clear)

Zeitgeist/Axel Cluney (Deadpool 2)

Willard Russel (The Devil all The Time)

Dane (Naked Singularity)

Or if you could give me a prompt, I might even be able to come up with my own character to use in the A-Z list or story. Please DM your suggestions and I'll do the best I can to knuckle down and finish some other ones. Since I started on Tumblr I've done frick all and I'd like to change that now that I have a bit of time.

[ohhey1293]

Fire and Brimstone (1)

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This story is a non-cannon Willard Russell story. You may notice a hint of the Notebook and the Devil All the Time mentioned here and there but this is an original story and I will not be using the movie or book to drive this story. I feel like there should be more Willard Russell stories on here and I hope you enjoy this one :) 

“You be safe now, miss.”

I watched as the cab driver began to pull off the gravel road, soon disappearing into the mess of trees that lined the county road. I took a breath, turning back towards the dirt road ahead of me, knowing what I would possibly find at the end. I had gotten the call a couple days ago that he had lost it. His wife had died from the cancer and he was losing his own battle to be without her. Everyone in town were already wary of the man. He was a 6’4 ball of fury and pain. The last time I saw him, his eyes were as bright as Christmas lights. Even though he was placed in the situation he was, he didn’t let the world bring him down. Even though we came two different lives, it was as if we only had each other. He had me and I had him. It was us against the world. Unfortunately, the world is a cruel and evil place at times.

The dirt crunched under the heel of my shoe, the sounds of nature buzzing all around. I hadn’t walked this path in years, each step bringing back good and bad memories. The last time I had been here was almost 10 years ago, the two of us young, dumb, and madly in love. It was the summer of 41, the hottest summer to reach these parts. I remember I had just moved here from Jacksonville, my parents wanting to relocate to a smaller town. Growing up in such a big city, being in a small town was a drag. I had no friends, nothing interested me, and the people kept to themselves, sensing that I was a stranger. My parents of course had their group of rich friends, my father making friends with the mayor, the wealthy businessmen, and the sheriff in town. My mother had to be a part of the social scene that seemed to flourish the next town over, inviting all her new-found friends over for afternoon tea and the occasional dinner. Hell, she just wanted to show off what a nice house she had and that she didn’t need to lift a finger seeing as her maid done everything for her.  That was the life she wanted for me. I was brought up in an upper-class where the women stayed home and gossiped, while the men went out and worked their lives away to fraternize with the wealthy.

I guess you could say everything came together and eventually fell apart at the townhall dance. My mother had forced me to go with a couple of the local girls. I’m sure she asked their mothers if I could tagalong with their daughters, hoping that I would make new friends. Once I arrived, the girls and I found our dancing partners for the night. I of course had to pick the one that talked too much about himself. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his white dress shirt pressed for the occasion. He spoke of his dreams to work on Wall Street, wanting to be richer than Vanderbilt himself. This would have been the type of man my mother would have loved to see coming through her door. A clean, driven young man who appeared to have a good head on his shoulders. Come to find out years later, said man would end up abusing his wife and almost sending her to an early grave.

The dance had been going on for about an hour when he walked through the door. His tall, lean frame standing apart from those around him. I could see my partner’s eyes drift over to where he was standing, a smug look coming over his face.  “Fucking Russell.” I remember him muttering. I couldn’t help but stare at the man. You could tell he felt out of place and uncomfortable. I learned that night that he was one not to be messed with.  From the whispers of the others, he was poorer than dirt and his family were the outcast in the town. The clothes he was wearing wore clean in comparison to his friends next to him. Dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of brown slacks completed his look. His hair was slicked back, a piece falling every now and then onto his forehead. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, quite the opposite really.

The first time I spoke to him was a moment I would never forget. I think I fell into him at one point, tripping on my high heeled shoes. He immediately caught me, his heavy hands taking hold of my body. I don’t know what intrigued me more, the softness of his eyes or the heaviness of his touch. His facial features were worthy of a magazine cover and that voice was deeper than the holler he lived in. It didn’t take much for me to fall in love with him. After our initial encounter, I made it a point to see him every day. I would ride my bike to his house every day during those summer months, sometimes even in the pouring rain. We did anything and everything during that time. During the start of our relationship, we stayed away from town and any wandering eyes that would see us. He would take me to his favorite swimming hole, spending the whole day in the water, hugging and fawning over one another. Once we started taking out relationship into town was when the shit started to hit the fan. I learned at that point that he had a temper worse than the devil himself. Seeing a man with blood splattered on his face and the man’s blood on your boyfriend’s hands was enough to show me that he was a fire burning wild. My mild temper and his began to clash as our love affair progressed. It would start off innocent but soon the screaming, pushing, and shoving started. I was always the one that pushed and shoved but the lowness of his growl and eventual bite scared me at times. There were times when we would have to stay away from one another so he could calm down.

I guess you could say that our relationship took a turn for the ditch when my parents, especially my mother found out. He and I had been out all day and eventually into the night. It was past my time to be home, but I didn’t care. When his truck pulled into my driveway, my mother and father were waiting outside, a look of disappointment covered my mother’s face. My parents knew all about the rumors that circulated around him. They didn’t want their only child to be associated with the town’s riffraff. That night, they told me to never see him or else. My mother threatened to ship me back to Jacksonville for the rest of the summer if I laid one eye on that boy. My father, who did whatever my mother said, stayed silent behind her as she barked out the punishment. She would repeat that girls like me don’t need to hang around boys like him. She called him every name under the sun, never once saying a single word to him. Her biggest fear was that I would end up pregnant and living in poverty. I could see where she was coming from, but she didn’t need to treat him the way she did.

I obeyed the rules for a day or two before sneaking off in the middle of the night and riding my bike to his house. It was just him and his grandfather in a two-bedroom house lent to them by the coal company. The house was covered with yellow stained news clippings and smelled of cigarette smoke. It was a stark comparison to the home that my parents were renting for the summer. We drove off into the dark, coming to a rundown house surrounded by a shimmering, moonlit lake. The door of the home was off the hinges, window broken out and glass covering the deck area. I followed as he told, taking a hold of his hand, unsure as to what we were doing. He spoke of coming to this house as a young boy, dreaming of what he could turn it into. His eyes lit up like Christmas lights as he explained his dream. Deep down, he knew that it would never turn into anything. It would stay the way it is until the earth brought it down. It was during that night that I gave myself to him. He had told me his dream, and this was my dream. I had heard from women older than me that once you find the one you love, it’s the right time to give yourself to them. I loved that boy. He was the love of my life and the only one I wanted to share that moment with. The whole evening seemed like heaven until he dropped me back home. The lights from the police car casted a shadow on the white house, my father standing outside with the officer as we pulled up.

My mother stood by the door, her eyes burning fire into his body as he walked behind me. Her eyes soon landed on me; a look of utter horror etched on her face. As I redressed after our moment together, I had forgotten to button my dress fully and the purple marks on my neck didn’t help either. She yelled loud enough for him to hear, calling him names and saying what a bad person he was. She repeated the rumors that spread over town about him, calling him trash and a worthless human being. I knew that he was listening and when I came out of my father’s office, he was nowhere to be found. His truck was gone from the spot it was minutes ago, my bike now leaning on the side of the porch. I tried for days after that to apologize to him and tell him not to listen to what she had said. I begged and pleaded for him to speak to me, only for him to get angry and push me out of his life. He yelled that the rumors in town were true and that I didn’t need to be with someone like him. I had no place in his life and what we had was just a summer fling. I knew that every word he said was a lie but the more he kept pushing, the more I thought my mother was right. He was showing his true colors and I had no right being with a man like him.

I moved back to Jacksonville a couple weeks later. My mother told me it was the right thing to do and to focus on my schooling that was coming up. She had gotten her way and I was still a pawn in her pocket. I had left him a letter before I left, telling him the address of my family’s home and apologizing for what had happened. A part of me wanted to wake up one morning and see him standing on the lawn. Weeks and months passed by and there was no sight or sound of him. I of course moved on and started living again. The war soon broke out, leaving everyone in a panicked state. The men were shipped out to foreign lands, leaving us ladies on the Homefront to make ends meet. I had graduated college with a nursing degree, volunteering my time to help those that had come back wounded. These men were from all over and a part of me was hoping that he would end up in the hospital just so I could see him again.

My thoughts of him faded away when I met Kirk Benton. Kirk had fought in the war and was now a successful contractor in Atlanta, Georgia. He would tell me of his time on the battlefield, telling me of the men that surrounded him. I would listen intently to hear the characteristics of the boy I used to know. I wanted to ask him if he knew him by name but never gained the courage to do so. When he proposed in front of everyone at the club we attended, I instantly said yes and jumped into his arms. My parents were ecstatic as was I, but there was a part of my brain screaming no. My mother was head over heels for Kirk. She and my father loved everything about him. He was successful. He helped fight in the war efforts, and he was rich. Everything about Kirk was perfect.

The abuse started a couple months into our relationship. It started out with small pushes and a few harsh words but soon escalated into black eyes, bruised skin, and busted lips. I had learned to cover up the marks with foundation and clothing, keeping a smile on my face when we were together. His grip would dig into my arms or legs, warning me of the punishment to come. Once we were home, he would unleash his fury. At one point, the staircase became his new weapon, pushing my body down the wooden structure. A broken arm and a few bruised ribs later, he came home with a bouquet of roses and an apology. His apology lasted about as long as the roses did. The last straw was when he busted my face, blackening my eye so bad that the blood vessels had busted, and my vision was blurred.

I equated getting the call about him as a blessing.

This was God’s way of getting me away from Kirk and also helping out an old friend. The caller didn’t state their name, just stating that he was in need of someone’s help. How they got my phone number was still a mystery. I had been staying with my parents’ house during my separation from Kirk and explained to them that I just wanted to get away for a couple days. It was unknown for a girl my age to go out on her own for a couple days without either her husband or parents present. At first, they forbid me to go, saying that I had no right and that I just needed to stay put. I gave them the ultimatum that either they let me go or I’ll just go on my own. I was 24 years old for goodness sake! Final last, my father talked my mother into letting me go and promising that Kirk would not find out.

As I neared closer to the rundown house, the sounds of nature grew more quiet, almost distant. It was as if they wanted the owner of the home to hear my approach. The house was in worse shape than I remembered. By the looks of it, there was no way that someone lived in that home. When Willard and I were together, his grandfather was an elderly man. I wouldn’t be surprised if he passed on within a year of me leaving. Earl Russell was all he had. As I made my way around the fragile home, the joy and happiness that I once knew flashed through my mind like a nickelodeon. I can’t tell you how many times I would ride my bike to this house, only just to sit on the porch swing with him and listen to the katydids sing. He didn’t need to wine and dine me like Kirk had done. I was content with just him sitting next to me.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone, miss.”

I jumped in surprise, my hand clutching my chest as I turned to face the older gentleman before me. “Sorry?”

I watched as he limped his way closer, his wrinkled face becoming clearer. “I said you shouldn’t be out here alone. These parts aren’t too kind once the sun goes beyond the clouds.” His clothes were old, dirt embedded into the denim fabric. “No one lives out in here in these parts, you lost of something?”

I stayed silent for a moment, “I’m looking for Willard Russell.”

His face fell, “What business you got with him?”

I shifted from one leg onto the other, my heels starting to hurt my feet. “Well-“ I started. “I’m an old friend of his. Heard that his wife had passed away and I just wanted to pay my respects.” I watched as the old man looked me over, his face turning confused.

“Willard Russell don’t got no friends. Hell, everyone is this damn town is scared to death of that boy. It’s not natural to have that much strength and looks that could kill.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

He let out a sigh, “Little girl, if I were you- “He paused. “I would get back on whatever bus you got on and get the hell of out this town and away from the thought of Willard Russell.”

[babyboy-cody]

okay okay i will combine them: riding willard 🥵 and then cuddling after 🥺🥰

oh so you think its FUNNY to attack me with this???

The night was still young. Emma and Earskell had gone to bed early, as tomorrow morning they had to awake for Sunday mass. Yours and Willard’s bedroom was at the top floor and down the hall, leaving you both to your own privacy. You both agreed to save up enough money to buy your own forever home. With Willard working at the meat warehouse and you working at the diner, it wouldn’t take long for you to scavenge a few hundred dollars. But at this moment, none of it seemed to matter as you focused on your lovely husband that laid beneath you.

His lips were parted and his eyes were screwed shut, his head thrown back onto the soft pillow under his head, showcasing his gorgeous and sweaty neck. His hair fell onto his forehead, damp from his shower an hour or so beforehand. He opens his beautiful green eyes and peers up at you.

“Keep goin’,” he rasped, his large hands clutching your hips tighter to force your hips to move back and forth on his. “Feels so good...”

“Yeah?” You let out a breathy laugh and rest your hands on his chest, moving slow and deep, forcing a small grunt to escape from his throat. “How good, Mister Willard?”

“So good, sweet girl,” he grunts low and forced your hips to move fast and rough, catching you off guard as you cover your mouth when a squeal escaped. “That’s it. Come on, darlin’. Come on. Come on.”

One of his hands hastily tug on the ties of your nightgown. The straps slide down your shoulders as it pools around your hips. He watches your breasts bounce gently as you push down and drag your hips forward and back. You whimper and gasp as you practically rip open his night shirt, one button flying off and clacking onto the wooden floor. Willard’s chest felt so warm and clammy from the heat of both your bodies. Your thighs ached, but you didn’t care. You can feel the tight coiling in the pit of your stomach and the wetness from your cunt rubbing around the soft hair on his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezin’ around me, huh?” Willard breathlessly laughs and lifts the skirt of your nightgown to watch your cunt grinding against him.

“I feel it, Will,” you whimpered and gasped as the tingles began to spread all over. Your toes curled against his knees as you grabbed his open shirt tightly. You threw your head back and started fucking yourself against his cock like a demon woman. It definitely caught Willard off guard because his eyes widen and he clawed at your thighs to make you slow down.

“S-Slow down, honey,” his voice cracked as you scratched down his chest. “F-Fuck..”

His eyes rolled back as you bounced, not caring if the your skin slapping together got louder as you got more eager to cum all over him. The bed creaked and thumped lightly against the wall behind Willard. He mumbled incoherently as his knees jumped briefly when you ground your hips deep, slow, and hard. Your mouth fell open as your orgasm came crashing down. Your thighs shook on either side of his hips, causing you to double over. He grabbed your hips and forced them to move faster and faster, low growls and grunts releasing him through his clenched jaw like a possessed man. He bucks his hips a few times before pressing you down onto him, his hips jerking as he moans and rests his head back. His thick cum coated your spasming walls just enough to have you moaning softly from the warmth.

“You did so good, honey,” he pants and cups your cheek with his large hand to give you sloppy kiss. “That’ll definitely let the Lord give us a child.”

“Can we stay like this for a while?” You quietly asked him, still seated on his lap. When he nods, you smile and lower yourself down onto his chest, shivering breifly from the wind entering the opened windownin your bedroom. Willard’s warm hands rubbed up and down your back, giving you that warmth you needed. His frantically beating heart had slowed and gave you a sense of comfort. The skin to skin contact was what you loved the most. “Do you really think it’ll work this time?” Your question was soft and hesitant.

“All we gotta do is pray, angel,” he tells you, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms tighter around you. “All we gotta do it pray..”

As you laid in his arms and traced his warm chest with the tip of your finger, you silently prayed to the Lord that He would give you a child. You have always wanted to become a mother, and Willard has always wanted to become a father. Only time will tell. Only the Lord will see if you two are fit to start a family.

[euphoniumpets]

helloooo! i just watched The Devil All The Time, and now i need some romantic Arvin x reader fluff, (and i come bearing some ideas id you'd like, but it's totally up to you!) maybe prompt 7, when Arvin used to get into fights often (before Lenora died), or prompt 1 and 45 after Arvin gets away and starts anew (maybe even both, with reader being the bonnie to his clyde from start to finish, who knows!). thank you so much, and if you wanna rant about the movie, i'm all eyes 👀

I- YES, THANK YOU, I NEED SOMEONE WHERE I CAN RANT THE MOVE. and yay, my first arvin russell fic. also, warnings: sexual harrasment. 

*7: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise. // taken from this prompt list.

‘‘Well, well, look who we have here,’‘ a whistle was behind you as you turned around with a fearful expression. it was almost nighttime, and you had finished your nightshift at the small diner you worked often before school to earn some extra cash. 

you tugged your jeans jacket that you got to borrow from your boyfriend, Arvin. You knew that he never liked whenever you would walk away from the diner alone and he would always made you company. but today he couldn’t because he had to help with his sister or something. 

walking alone on the streets were dangerous. especially at night. You had convinced Arvin that it was fine and you would be alright. 

‘‘You’re alright there, Darlin’ ?’‘ One of the unknown man asked you with a smirk. ‘‘Yes, I am fine,’‘ You told him. ‘‘What does a pretty little lady on the streets alone?’‘

‘‘I’m on my way home,’‘ 

‘‘Maybe we can give you a ride?’‘ One of them asked you as you noticed that the three of them started to approach closer to you. With an instict, you moved your body backwards with fear as you suddenly stopped, hitting your back against on the concrete wall. 

‘‘No, I’m good,’‘ You said as you could feel the lump in your stomach. You prayed inside your head that Arvin was going to find you and take you home. ‘‘Come on, darlin’, I’m sure that your parents can wait a little moment,’‘ One of them purred into your ear as he leaned in closer. 

you hitched with fear when you suddenly froze, feeling a cold hand sneaking into your skirt and squeeze your butt. In a surprise, you saw that the unknown man who was touching you, was suddenly knocked on the ground.

You looked at Arvin with a shocked expression when you saw him kick on the man before he went to the other guys. ‘’Arvin!’’ You exclaimed in concern when he landed on the ground. 

He grunted as you tried to save him from the other guys remaining. The fight continued before officer Lee approached. He had his light on them as the three guys ran way as they saw the cop. ‘’You guys alright there?’’ 

With wide eyes as you reached down on Arvin, you nodded. ‘’You guys better get home before it gets colder,’’ He told you before he disappeared. ‘’Come on,’’ You told Arvin before you two got into the car. 

-

Arvin smacked the car door as soon e got inside the car which made you look at him with concern. He breathed angirly as you saw the formed bruise above the left eye. He had his hands on the wheel as he kept glaring but stopped as soon he felt your hand touching his bruise. 

‘‘You alright there, love?’‘ You questioned him with concern as he chuckled slightly as he leaned in to your touch. ‘‘Shouldn’t I be the one who’s asking you that?’‘ He retorted back as you smiled sadly towards him. 

‘‘I’m fine,’‘ You told him as you tried to step closer into the seat, just to be near him. ‘‘I shouldn’t have let you be there alone,’‘ He muttered with a guilty look as he met your eyes. 

‘‘It wasn’t your fault,’‘

‘‘Why didn’t you stay at the diner before I could pick you up?’‘ 

‘‘The owner kicked me out, he’d say if i stayed there for long, i would be fired,’‘ You mumbled. You heard Arvin sigh. ‘‘Well, the next time, I will always pick you up from work, okay?’‘ 

‘‘Are you sure?’‘ You asked him with wide eyes. ‘‘Of course, I couldn’t bear losing the woman I love the most,’‘ Arvin told you. You smiled as you leaned towards him as you kissed him on the lips. 

‘‘I love you,’‘ 

‘‘I love you too, Darlin’,’’

shit, sorry for this piece of shit fic. 

[dizilervefilmlerr]

The Devil All the Time'da, Ohio ve Bati Virginia'da bulunan, farklı geçmişlerden gelen tuhaf bir grup insanın hayatı konu ediliyor. Filmdeki karakterlerden biri, Güney Pasifik’teki katliamda işkence gören eski asker Willard Russell'dır. Güzel karısı Charlotte’u kanserden kaybetmiş olan yaslı adam, bütün totemlerine ve dualarına rağmen onu kurtaramamış olmanın suçluluğunu taşımaktadır. Seri katil bir çift olan Carl ve Sandy Henderson, uygun modeller bulup Amerika’nın otoyollarında fotoğraflarını çekip ardından onları öldürmek için diyar diyar gezmektedir. Din adamı olan Roy, ve fiziksel engelli, gitar sever yardımcısı Theodore ise çiğnedikleri kanundan kaçmaktadırlar. Tüm bunların ortasında ise Willard ve Charlotte'un yetim kalan oğulları Arvin Eugene Russell vardır. Kendisini birbirinden oldukça farklı olan bu insanların ortasında bulan genç adam, iyi ancak şiddete meyilli bir hal almıştır. İkinci Dünya Savaşı'nın sonundan 1960'lara kadar bu karakterlerin hayatları nasıl bir hal alacaktır? Film biraz yavaş ilerlıyor ve bastan sona kadar hikay anlatım tarzında.

Cast seçimi oldukça ıyı olan fılmın başrolu Tom holland ve bi o kadar da önemli olan iki isim daha var: Bill skarsgard ve Robert Pattinson...

2 saat 18 dakika

Türü/ psikolojık gerılım

IMDB:6.9

*fılm kıtap uyarlamasıdır.*

[emmyrosee]

Willard carries an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date.

It was no secret he wanted to get married to you, you were his world; but tales of ex-military men from your friends had driven a wedge between your love for willard, and your fear of being left by said man. You’d always been told that military men never stayed in one place, the devil would never let them, that’s why the go and fight in wars, to fill that devil’s desire- but when they came back, there was no predicting what they would do.

Willard always hinted at marriage. But he never crossed that line to your discomfort. He knew it wouldn’t be fair. He made sure to be safe when having any sort of sexual relations with you, knowing the only thing worse than marriage was a baby out of wedlock. Other than sleeping before marriage, of course.

It was against the lords desires. So you both promised to keep it as pure and secretive as possible, leaving judgement only to God Himself.

But accidents happen, of course.

It was an accident, a complete and total accident, and as soon as Willard finished, your eyes flew open and his head dropped in shame, and you crawled away from him in a freak panic. And willard, bless him, tried to relax you, promise you that everything would be okay, he didn’t mean it and he would never do anything like that on purpose.

“It’s… it’s not that,” you wailed, clutching the blankets and shivering at the unfamiliar feeling of his sticky cum dripping from your walls.

“Then what is it, sugar?”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, shaking from your soul wracking sobs and being embarrassed about your own meltdown. “I wanted our wedding night to be your first time… finishing, inside of me.”

He wants to laugh. Well, part of him does, anyways. He wants to laugh and hold you close and promise you that your wedding night would be very different from having sex in his room at his parents house, under a Jesus cross with the lord watching over you both, even though both of his parents surely could hear you both night after night.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he rises from the bed and retrieves his pants from across the room, grabbing his wallet and taking his place before you on the bed.

“It’s not our wedding night,” he mumbles, taking out the ring and licking his lips as your eyes widen and the heart wrenching frown on your face turns to one of shock. He chuckles again, “and this really isn’t how I wanted to do this. But… perhaps the possibility of a child and an engagement is celebration enough to justify my foolish mistake.”

You just launch yourself at him, crying “yes! Yes!” over and over again, unable to believe the turn of events of the night.

Willard carried an engagement ring in his wallet every day since your first date, until the day you decided you would hold it for him.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

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When you took the job at the Institute, you never imagined your first day would end like this.

Ultimatum (complete, drabble) | Roman x Reader

After discovering Roman’s ability to manipulate the minds of humans, you give him an ultimatum.

Sin of Omission (complete, drabble) | Roman x Pregnant!Reader

You can’t keep your secret from Roman any longer.

The Grinch (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

On Christmas morning, Roman’s claim to be The Grinch is more accurate than he intended.

Nature vs. Nurture (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Loving Roman is a dangerous gamble.

Witchcraft (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Roman likes to watch her work her magic.

Panic Room (complete, drabble) 18+ | Roman x Reader

He doesn’t care if he makes you late for work. And though you might protest, you don’t either.

Wuthering Heights (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Required reading always seems optional to Roman, but not to his girlfriend.

Willard (The Devil All the Time)

Psalms (complete, drabble) 18+ | Willard x Reader

For Willard, love-making can be a form of prayer.

Night Terrors (complete, drabble) | Willard x OC

When she faces her nightmares, Willard is there to hold her close.

Ornaments (complete, drabble) | Willard x OC

On Christmas Eve, Willard just wants to give his wife everything she deserves.

Blossoming (complete, drabble) 18+ | Willard x Reader

Willard discovers how to make your flower bloom.

Updated: April 7th, 2021

[thegabbyh]

that was AMAZING!!!!

Willard doesn't get the love he deserves, he deserves better than what we give him in this fandom.

The poor baby just wants to be loved by his wife, he just wants to have someone to care about - thank you so much for that, really, it was kind and gentle. Everything Willard – and I – need.

Wise Man - Willard Russel x Reader

@pizgif

Summary: He waited for her for a long time, but she was much better than his fantasies. A wise man knows when he has found his wife.

Warnings: English is not my first language. Not the second or third, I'm sorry. I'm just a Brazilian woman with Bill Skarsgard fever who likes to write to relieve tension. I hope you like it and that the BIG mistakes don't bother you while reading. With love, me.

It's romantic, kind of fluffy (if you like men who are madly in love) and with a slight spice of obscenity. Carefully follow along.

She smelled like lilies when she walked into the cereal aisle.

Every man prepares for that moment. The moment when your life will be turned upside down, all because of a peculiar smell that makes you turn your neck without any concern other than finding its source, then you come face to face with a woman. Your girlfriend, your wife, the mother of your children, the warm hand on your shoulder after a dog day, the smell of lilies on the pillow on the other side of the bed, the soft voice that will say “honey, is that you?” when you get home or “why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” in the morning.

Willard was waiting for her. Even though he didn't like to admit it out loud, he hoped there was someone like that in that strange, inhospitable hole in the world. And when she turned the corner, holding a bag of flour and some eggs, smelling of lilies, with dirt-stained fingernails and a yellow dress that had seen better springs, he knew that this would be his wife.

She looked up only subtly, acknowledging his presence because he was tall enough to block the view of some items on the small shelf, but not tall enough to notice that he was losing his breath at her handsome face.

Beautiful eyes.

Her eyes burned into a particular corner of his brain, coming into his dreams like two headlights. Willard never liked sleeping, seeing it as necessary as eating and pissing, but much more boring. He slept and felt paranoid about being so vulnerable. But when he started dreaming about her eyes, sleep became a pleasant escape.

Small town, people talk. They said that her father had left early, so it was just the mother and daughter in a house falling apart. The mother was sick and the daughter took care of keeping them alive and fed, took care of the family garden and sold flowers to the local flower shop, also repaired worn-out clothes and cleaned some houses. Willard brought shirts and she took them like treasures, pressing them to her chest before thanking him for thinking of her for the service. She didn't know that he himself cut some holes in his shirts and stopped buying some items for the house to have an excuse to see her. It was worth it when your shirts came back sewn and smelling of fresh earth, tulips and daisies.

Someone needed to take care of her. Someone needed to keep her warm at night and scare away the strangers who followed in her footsteps when she make your purchases.

Most of them started to cower when she started waving at Willard when she saw him on the street. He almost chickened out himself, thinking about what chance she had of seeing him with some affection, and took a while to return the wave, which gave her the confidence to do so more often.

'Good morning, Mr. Russel' and ‘Good afternoon, Mr. Russel’, always with a sweet voice and a small smile at the corner of his mouth, that corner that made him want to lean over her, hold her face and run his index finger across her lips, because they were beautiful, they looked soft and smooth. He told her to cut the formalities, but she always called him that, changing to her first name only when he went to her house with clothes to mend.

─ You have a lot of clothes to sew." She smiled and Willard thought she might know.

She was beautiful in a disconcerting way. She had that face that made the day seem less depressing, with a smart smile and sparkling eyes, and that body that made him wish ─ and then feel even slightly guilty for letting his thoughts go so far ─ that he could travel with his mouth, kissing her curves. as he breathed in the scent she must have had beneath her clothes, that skin as smooth as silk at his mercy. She wasn't stupid, though.

─ It's as if termites do their damage whenever I take my eyes off them. Sorry for bringing you so much trouble.

─ No, you don't need to apologize for that. But you spend a lot of money on me.

─ It's money well spent.

─ I… ─ She breathed in, batting her eyelashes as a gentle rebuke to whatever was in her brain. Without meaning to, Willard took a step forward. Don't beat yourself up, my blossom, that's what she wanted to say, but she stopped herself from taking that step inside the screened-in porch of her house. ─ You…

─ Willard.

─ Willard. ─ He waved with a resigned smile. ─ I don't want to be rude.

─ Please be. Be rude all you want, I won't care.

─ Do you want to stay for dinner?

His heart became a nearly dead muscle beneath her words, only to start beating full force again, skipping beats like a runner in a marathon. He couldn't believe it. A huge smile spread across his face. It would be the first time she invited him in. This gave him hope. He gave him a duty.

─ I want it.

Once inside her personal space, the place where she lived, he felt enveloped to the core, because the entire house smelled like her. Soft earth and flowers.

Her couch was warmer and more comfortable. The table at home, although small, was warmer and the chairs were comfortable. The smell of his food made him feel a dormant, wild hunger, something that was more inside his head than his stomach, roaring and digging with sharp nails into his flesh. He went to the bathroom, with the window facing the backyard. A small window, but one he could sneak through, and he left it open from the inside.

That night, he had dinner with his future wife and her mother, a lady so laughing and talkative that she filled him with questions full of ulterior motives.

If he was married, which he gladly answered no, looking at the flush-cheeked girl at the other end of the table. If he intended to get married, he said yes. What he worked with, whether he drank, whether he was baptized, whether he was up to date with his church obligations. Willard maintained a helpful smile because he knew she heard all his answers and, somewhere, evaluated everything he said.

Later, when they said goodbye, she walked him to the door.

─ Thank you for staying. We don't receive many visitors.

─ Thank you for dinner. No one has cooked for me for a long time.

─ You can come when you want to be questioned over a plate of food.

Under the yellow light of the screen porch, the world seemed very small and very simple. There was nothing but him and that woman. Nothing but the way she looked at him, her face lifted to meet his eyes, and the way she breathed, how she filled her lungs all at once and emptied them more slowly. Her cheeks were warmer in the yellow light, the glow in her eyes was like the gravitational force making him yield to her, and the flutter of those eyelashes stirred Willard's heart once again.

He waited for her, but he couldn't believe that reality could be so good.

His right hand touched hers, gentle but lewd, and he leaned in, consuming the air between them, to kiss her left cheek.

He didn't apologize or look back before walking through the balcony door, hearing the thud as it closed behind him. He walked through the garden and disappeared into the darkness, but he didn't go away. He watched her touch her cheek with her fingertips and take a deep breath, then a smile spread across her face.

Every night for two months, he climbed in through that bathroom window in the middle of the night and walked silently around the house. He touched the notes she signed by hand, her grocery list or some reminder on the refrigerator door, ran his fingers through the clothes on the line at the back of the house and went through her things. He defiled her space because he felt a certain comfort in it, in walking through the house and pushing open her bedroom door, watching her sleep peacefully in the narrow bed. She looked peaceful and carefree, as she should be. She looked fragile, small (and that had nothing to do with her height) and defenseless against all the dangers of that land, a little sparrow that he wanted to hold in his hands and keep, because flying around would get him into trouble.

Every time he was invited to dinner, which started to happen more and more frequently, he allowed himself to leave a kiss as a farewell.

A kiss on the cheek, on the back of her hands, on her knuckles, on her forehead. It was like a small dose from a bottle that he hoped he could take a bigger swig of. Holding her face and bringing his lips to her temple, breathing in the scent of her hair as he enjoyed the feeling of his own lips on the skin of the one who stole his heart, because he couldn't take her mouth and, by the good Lord, no part underneath that yellow button-down dress.

One night, when he turned his back, she followed him outside.

─ Willard! ─ The urgency made him stop in place, but it took him a while to turn on his heels, finding her outside with him, away from the yellow lights.

Outside, the world was different.

The darkness of the night was infested with dangers and evil men. The world smelled not just of soft earth and flowers, but also of gunpowder and blood, ambition, power and unbridled pleasure, suffering and bitterness, things that didn't feel like her but were familiar to him. She came after Willard and he waited for her because she was too small to be alone. She didn't need to be alone. Never again.

─ What was it?

─ I don't know.

─ Yes, you know. ─ She needed to know, because the wait wasn't just exciting. It was heartbreaking too. Each night watching her from afar, unable to run his nose along the delicate curve of her neck or cover her when she moved in her sleep and made the blanket slide, slipping away to reveal a pair of breasts covered only by a soft nightgown. The things he did to himself imagining having those breasts in his mouth... ─ It's dark out here. Whatever you say will remain in the dark.

─ What if it’s bad?

─ Nothing good is said in the dark, my dear, that's why we only talked alone on your balcony.

She nodded.

She was barefoot. Most of the time, she stayed barefoot inside the house, limiting herself to wearing lace-up boots over socks when she needed to go into town.

─ I want to be your darling.

─ You are. Always has been, ever since I laid eyes on you.

─ No, not like that. I want to be more than I am now. ─ She took a deep breath. ─ I want you to come and have dinner here every day and not have to pay for me to fix your clothes, because it gives me great pleasure to do so. I don't want you to have to leave after you kiss me.

─ Be my wife then, darling.

That time, she was the one who held his hand. Her fingers were smaller than his, knotted from working with the earth and sewing threads, and that only made her more perfect. She intertwined her fingers with his and leaned forward on the tips of her toes, seeking him with that warm, inviting mouth, her breathing quickened beneath her dress.

Willard married her twice.

The second time was in the church where she was baptized, with God's blessing. He gave her a white dress and a veil, only to move it away from her face and kiss her when the priest gave him permission. Few people went to the ceremony and neither of them cared, they didn't have a party, they just went home and he carried her to bed.

The first time, however, was in the dark, outside the house. And it smelled like soft earth and lilies.

Willard married his wife the moment he lay on top of her, hearing her soft giggle as she hugged his waist with her legs, squeezing her thighs around him as the tip of his cock entered the folds of that tight, wet-as-hell pussy. heaven should be. He wanted to give her a good bed, but they didn't need that while they were numb with passion, their lips locked in a kiss full of voluptuousness and promises.

You'll never be alone again, he promised as he ran his fingers over her face, removing the strands of hair stuck to her sweaty skin, hitting that pussy.

You'll never be afraid, he gasped, because she was holding him tight and moaning against his neck, trying to contain herself. I didn't want her to have to hold back those sly, tearful, sweet sounds, but I didn't want her mother to suspect that he was between her only daughter's legs, so she whispered, between smiles, so that she would make less noise, and she would also smile, but he couldn't contain himself.

You'll never have to worry about anything in the world, he slid his hand between their bodies, while he felt his dick invading her, and he slid his finger over her folds, on that pulsing beam. He rubbed it just for pleasure and indulgence, watching her squirm, biting her right hand to keep still, as beautiful and ethereal as angels must be. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her on his tongue.

Every day and every night, my blossom, I will be the devil that guards you, her taste was like the best of drinks and the best of drugs. An addiction he would maintain with devotion.

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging as her walls clenched so tight it was unbearable. He let her cum, kissing her neck and collarbone lovingly, running his hands over her soft breasts. Every day and every night, you will be loved like a goddess and a slut, my blossom, because you are mine.

[emmyrosee]

Have some Willard fluff because I want to write for him more because I caved and now I love him

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He’d been exhausted.

The holes in his socks started to rub raw through his piling work shoes, his toes chaffed and muscles tense, the thick cakey mud soaking through the soles and holes in the fabric. They bit at his blisters and stung like ferocious bees at his sores, though they were able to put food on the table, and that was enough for him.

He told her she’d been working until late, and while he’d prepared himself for the wrath of his beautiful wife, she’d been surprisingly calm about it, telling him she’d make him a plate for him to have when he got home.

She almost sounded excited for him to be at work later.

Strange.

It wasn’t until 11:30 he finally pulled up the dirt driveway to his home, his body sluggish and sore and toes scraping against the metal of his steel toe boots, rubbed raw and causing him to hiss softly with each step he took. Willard knew he could confide in her in his discomfort, but he was so tired at this point it didn’t even matter. He’d just bond his calloused toes with tape, plaster his smile for her and when she would notice his pain, he’d accept her offer clean the skinned piggies and soak them, his one ounce of forced pampering that she would bestow upon him.

He yawns as his heavy boots make their way up the stairs, a hand pushing the thin door of their home open, and he nearly lets it slam shut when he sees her, sprawled out on the couch with a small, raggedy blanket on her feet. He closes it gently and adoringly strides to her frame, a large hand coming up to pet her hair.

His cocks his head in intrigue as in her small hands were knitting needles and a ball of fine-yarn that looked thick enough to keep her warm. A home-goods magazine was dog-eared to save a page, and when Willard scanned the pages, it was an beginners guide to how to knit and patch holes.

Which he assumed she always knew how to do- until he notices pairs of his socks, balled up in her sewing kit, and Willard can only smile at the idea of her doing all of this for him.

“C’mon, sugar,” he whispers, rough knuckles caressing her warm cheek, and he smiles as she mewls and angles into the familiar touch. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Willard?” She mumbles sleepily.

“I’m here, babydoll.”

Her small hands shove the needles under her pillow, along with whatever she knitting, and a ball of grey yarn falls to the floor with a barely-audible plumf. “You can’t look, it’s your birffday present.”

He chuckles, “I didn’t see a thing.”

“Good,” she yawns, stretching up to have Willard scoop her into his arms, which he complies happily with, with a soft groan. With his work, lifting heavy carcasses and machinery around, she was his perfect size, never feeling burdened in having to carry her from room to room when occasions would call. She curls against his chest, taking a deep inhale of his scent from the sticky-sweaty skin of his neck, eyes still closed and sleepy smile still held in her cheeks.

“Made you a plate,” she says against his neck. “‘S gonna be cold.”

“Thats alright,” Willard assures happily. “I can take care of it; let’s get you to bed, little lady.”

“Cant go to bed,” she protests, half asleep. “...haveta finish...” shes cut off by a yawn, “Willard’s socks.”

His amusement for her lack of knowing he was in fact himself only rose as she continued to arch and nuzzle into his touch, very obviously needing him but blissfully unaware at the same time. He kisses her head as he lays her in their bed, smiling as she curls in the warm sheets, “you can finish them tomorrow when I’m at work.”

“M’kay,” she agrees. “But you can’t tell Willard... surprise him.”

With that, she burrows into the pillows and slips back into sleep, jaw slacking slightly as tiny little snores slip past her lips. Once again, Willard runs a rough knuckle over her cheeks, and she subconsciously nudges her head closer, and Willard swears he can feel his heart positively burst with love as she does.

“Your secret’s safe with me, baby.”

[babyboy-cody]

uhhhh not to be cliche but what abt willard and his sweetheart’s first time sleeping together, it’s just a nice thought 🥺

The night was filled with soft laughter, tender touches, and gentle gazing in the eyes. The endless amount of compliments Willard gave your cooking and appearance had you blushing for minutes. It felt like you were teenagers again, so incredibly shy over ever little thing he did or said. But that’s what made him fall more and more in love with you. The way you became so flustered in just seconds makes him want to do it more, and just the sounds of your soft laughter makes his heart jump. As you peered at him across the table, you can make out the hearts in his eyes as he rests his jaw on his fist, his eyes never leaving yours for a second. His other arm was crossed over the table, his long thumb tapping against the knitted cloth lightly.

“Wanna know somethin’, peach?” He suddenly asks, his voice low and gentle as he doesn’t want to ruin this romantic moment between him and his sweet girl.

“What’s that, Will?” You shyly rest and rest your jaw on your hand, desperate to get closer to him but not wanting him to forget his words.

“Ain’t ever felt this before with anyone,” he mutters and chuckles to himself. “Ain’t ever had someone care for me as much as you, love me as much as you, and the list can go on and on, darlin’.”

“Will..” you were speechless.

“We’ve been together since we were kids and I don’t see myself bein’ with someone that ain’t you. I’m gonna marry you one day, peach. I promise you. It’s just gonna take some time for me to get the money to get a beautiful ring on that pretty lil finger of yours. But I’m promisin’ you. I will marry you,” he speaks so sincerely and genuine, the hearts in his eyes never leave as yours tear up graciously.

You don’t say anything for a moment, and it’s beginning to worry Willard. He’s not sure if you’re crying out of sadness or happiness. He’s not sure if he’s the one you want to marry in the future or start a family. But to him, you’re his soulmate, his person, his number one girl. He’s not sure what to say then and there as you choke back a sob.

“Peach,” he whispers and stands up to move to the seat closer to you. “Look at me.” He ducks his head to catch your tearing gaze, his large hands cupping your smooth jaw to wipe his thumbs under your eyes. “I mean what I said. You hear me?”

“Yeah,” you whisper and sniffle as you let out a shaky laugh, your smaller hands holding onto his wrists to keep his own pressed against your face, needing to feel him at that moment – that skin to skin contact was always enough to keep you grounded. “I feel the same, Will. I see myself being Misses Russell and havin’ our own children runnin’ around.” Willard lets out a hearty laugh and wipes away a lone tear that slides down your rosy cheek. “I picture them to be two little boys and a girl.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles and pulls your chair closer to him, causing you to gasp and blush fiercly as you forget how strong he was sometimes. “You want me to get you all pregnant with my children?”

You nod and look at his plump lips before looking up at his dark green eyes, his pupils wide and black. One of his hands moves from your cheek and slowly moves down to your chest, his fingers playing with the buttons of your dress. His thumb trails over your erect nipples, and you have to swallow down a gasp when he lightly pinches the sensitive nub.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that, peach,” Willard tells you with a little grin on his smug face.

His hand lowers even further down as it disappears between your thighs and underneath your dress. The minute his fingers touched your desperate clothed core, your thighs immediately shut and you grabbed his wrist to holt him.

“Will!” You gasped, eyes wide and cheeks red.

“What?” He grinned wolfishly and scooted closer to your trembling body as he pushed his hand further against your clothed pussy until his fingers were pressed against your clit. “I think it’s time you begin to feel good, peach. You don’t know how hard it is seeing you scurry around in those little dresses of yours and not bein’ able to slide right between these thighs and fuck you until the sun comes up.” He torturously rubs circles on your clit, savoring your little noises and the way you try to keep your eyes from rolling back.

He suddenly slides his hands into your panties, causing you to press your back against the wooden chair you’re seated on. Willard rubs his fingers all around your pooling slick, the damp fabric of your panties snug against his knuckles. He curses lowly to himself at the feeling of your wetness. He can’t even imagine how tight you’re going to be when he dips his fingers inside.

“Tell me what you want, peach. Just use your words and I’ll give you whatever your heart desires,” he tells you, grinning and chuckling when you let out a small squeak when he he taps his fingers against your swelling clit.

“I-I need... I need... mmph..” You can barely keep your eyes open, let alone speak like Willard wants you to. He hasn’t even done anything except some heavy petting. You didn’t realize how sensitive you really were, but he has that effect on you. “Need more.”

When your eyes open, he pulls his hand away and grabs your face in his hands to pull you close to him. When his lips finally touch yours, you let out a soft moan of relief. You desperately push your lips harder against his as your hands hold onto the sides of his neck, your fingers curling into his soft hair. As his warm tongue enters your mouth, you’re eager to taste him. The faint taste of wine on his tongue was intoxicating and made your pussy ache for more. You nibbled on his bottom lip, reveling the deep groan that makes his broad chest vibrate.

“Please, Willard,” you desperately beg as you pull away from his lips. “Please give me what I need.”

“I’m gonna give it to you, peach,” he mumbles and suddenly stands up so fast that the chair legs scratch behind him on the wooden floor.

You stand as well, putting your hands on his shoulders as he lifts you by your thighs. You squeal and hold onto him tightly as he blindly walks around the corner to your shared bedroom. He kisses you so slow and deep as he bumps into furniture along the way. You giggle against his lips as he enters the bedroom and kicks the door closed with his foot. He lays you on the bed, forcing a gasp out of your chest. You lift up on your elbows and plant your feet on the bed, slowly spreading your thighs as your dress pools around your hips. Willard groans deep and begins to unbutton his plaid shirt, showcasing his white wife beater.

“Come on, big boy,” you call to him in a sultry voice, making a come hither motion with your finger as you bite down on your bottom lip as he removes his plaid shirt.

“Yeah?” His voice was husky and it made you exhale a shaky breath quietly as he slowly slides his massive hands down your thighs to hook his fingers into your white cotton panties before slowly pulling them down, all while maintaining strict eye contact with you.

You suddenly felt shy when he threw your panties to the corner. And then you were suddenly aware that you and Willard were going to make the next step as an unmarried couple. Your thighs shut and you sit up fully straight, pulling your dress down to cover yourself. Willard pulls away and takes a seat right next to you, noticing how nervous you suddenly seemed.

“What’s goin’ on, peach? Did I do somethin’?” He asks you so gently and softly, not sure if he should take your hand in his or press himself close enough so he can pull you into his arms.

“You did nothing wrong, Will,” you assured him, laying a hand on his arm lightly. “It’s just.. isn’t it wrong? We ain’t even married yet.”

“So?” He laughs lightly. “This is somethin’ we both want, right?” You nod and hum an affirmation. “And we both love each other.” You nod again. “So what’s stoppin’ us from finally connectin’ as a whole?”

You sat there quietly for a few long seconds, taking in his words and letting it go through your head. You were always learned that performing sexual acts before marriage was a sin, and the thought of you not getting into heaven terrified you because you were a good girl growing up. Willard changed that, however. He showed you more than you’ve been taught in your lifetime. And you wanted to explore lots of things with him, married or unmarried. He’s your forever man and you’ve never been more ready until now.

“Take me, Willard,” you whispered, gently placing a hand on his cheek to draw his head towards yours. “I need you to make love to me like it’s the end of the world and all we got is each other.”

He says nothing more. Instead, he leans in close and presses his warm lips to yours, pulling a sweet moan from you as your other hand goes to the other side of his neck. Willard’s hands curl around your hips and he pushes you back gently to lay you flat on the bed. When your thighs spread open to accommodate his large body, you become aware that just a few moments ago he removed your panties. You blush and let out a small whine of embarrassment, lightly biting your thumb between your teeth. Willard pressed hot, wet kisses up and down your neck, grinning wolfishly when he felt your hips jerk against him.

“So sensitive,” he comments in your ear, his hot breath against your skin causing your eyes to close and your thighs to jerk around his hips.

He unbuttons the four buttons that keep the chest area of your dress closed and snug. When you feel the cool air of your room hit your warm skin, that’s immediately replaced by Willard’s lips. He kisses the valley between your breasts, humming lowly as he pushes the fabric aside and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You throw your head back and gasp, moaning wantonly and grabbing onto his arms. Your hands are everywhere. In his hair, grabbing onto his wife beater, grabbing the sheets. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, this time using his teeth and gently scraping the sensitive erect bud.

“Oh god,” you cried out, feeling the tingling sensation in your stomach increase as you thrashed your hips around, desperate to ease that pressure. “Please, please, oh please.”

“What do you need, peach?” Willard asks you lowly, pushing hair away from your face to take in your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the blown out pupils of your eyes. “Tell me and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“More, I need more,” you gasped, almost on the verge of crying because of how needy you are, the feeling in your core becoming almost too intense to handle. “Please, fix it.”

“Fuck.. how could I say no to those pretty little sounds of yours?” He pulls away briefly to remove your dress completely, leaving you bare and out of breath under him. “Look at my pretty little peach.” He reaches a hand down to brush his thumb across your warm, pink cheek. You nudged your head closer and closed your eyes with a smile, giggling softly as you open them to find Willard grinning as if he’s won the jackpot.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Will?” You shyly asked, trying so hard not to cover yourself.

“Cause.. you’re gonna be my wife,” he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head to get himself out of the daydreams of your future ahead. “And we’re gonna grow old together with all our children. Just you and me, yeah?”

You nod and smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. Willard removes his tank top amd begins unbuckling his brown belt. “Let me,” you stop him and sit yourself up so you’re within eye level with his stomach. He looks down at you with parted lips as you shyly kiss up and down his slim stomach, his tan skin so warm and soft against your lips. You pull his belt from the hoops and lay it on the floor. As you unbutton and pull the zipper of his pants down, you became aware of his hardness staring right at you. Your mouth waters and you can’t stop yourself from eagerly pulling down his boxers and taking his tip into your mouth, moaning softly and shutting your eyes.

“P-Peach,” he huffs out a disbelieved laugh and throws his head back, groaning quietly as you suck more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his leaking tip. He huffs out a small laugh as you eagerly lower your head to take more of him down your throat, easily swallowing him up. His eyes widen when you barely gag as he looks down at you in shock, your lips nearly touching his pelvis as you look up at him with those teary, beautiful, doe eyes that he fell in love with so long ago. “Christ, you really know what you’re doin’, huh?”

You pull off of him with a lewd wet pop, wiping your lips shyly with the back of your hand. You smile bashfully and twiddled your fingers. “Did I do good?”

He grabbed your cheeks and eagerly kissed your wet lips, groaning and breathing softly against them. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes, acknowledging your blown out pupils and flushed cheeks. “Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” he huskily tells you. “Now lie back. Go on now.”

You lie back and eagerly spread your thighs when he began to shrug off the rest of his clothes. You bit your lip and curled your toes in anticipation when he settled on his knees between your spread thighs. His large, warm hands settled in the crook of your knees before he pushed them towards your chest and spread them even wider, forcing your cunt lips to spread apart as well.

“Will!” You exclaimed, giggling into your hands as you covered your face. “What’re you doin’?!”

“Since you got to have a taste,” he lowly tells you as he lowers his head to press kisses on your lower stomach, slowly moving towards your inner thighs as he licks and nips the skin gently. “It’s only fair if I get a little taste too.”

As his kisses get closer and closer to your core, you wiggle your hips impatiently, desperate for him to devour you as if you were his last meal. He seems to get the hint as he looks up at you with those muddy green eyes. When his tongue touches your clit, you whimpered and refrained from shutting your thighs. He sucks your clit into his mouth, groaning low in his throat as his tongue eagerly licks up your wetness. This new sensation felt so weird and so good, you needed more of it. Willard licks and sucks all around, getting you even more wet from his saliva. When his tongue slowly enters your tight hole, your eyes roll back and you desperately grab onto his head.

“Oh, fuck!” That’s the first time you’ve ever cursed, but it sounds like music to his ears. “Please, please, oh please, Will.”

“Best meal I ever had,” he breathlessly says, his tongue flattening over your clit with such pressure that it makes your thighs quiver and toes curl. “So sweet just like a peach.”

He crawls up towards your body and brackets his arms on either side of your head. The skin to skin contact felt amazing. It made you feel safe and grounded and comfortable. His skin was warm and clammy and soft against yours. With his chest brushing against your hardened nipples and his cock laying against your dripping cunt, you couldn’t be more ready for the next step. You look up at him with such love in your eyes that it nearly made him emotional. He pushes your hair back from your sweaty brow and kisses you so gently.

“Make love to me, Willard,” you whisper against his lips, peering into his eyes and pushing his hair back from his forehead. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck, darlin’. When you talk like that, it’s enough to make a man cum right then and there,” he whispers and kisses your swollen lips once more. “Ready? You can back out any time, okay? I want it to be special.”

“I’m more than ready,” you tell him as you wiggle your hips, moaning softly as his cock slides against your clit. “Please, Willard. Don’t make me beg more.”

He reaches between your slick bodies and grabs his cock, slowly grinding between your puffy cunt lips to gather that wetness. You mewled and buried your face in his shoulder as he very slowly pushes inside inch by inch. Your mouth falls open as you swallow down a gasp, your nails lightly digging into the skin of his arms as your toes curl on either side of his thighs. He huffs out a small laugh in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise at the nape of your neck. It stung so good, the girth of him filling you so perfectly. He slowly pushes every inch inside you until his pelvis is touching yours completely. You pant softly and pull him down for a passionate kiss with tongue and teeth involved.

He grinds against you, loving how sharp and high pitched your gasps are and how you try so hard not to let your eyes roll back. He watches your brow muscles twitch when he pulls back and fucks into you with a hard thrust. He tests the waters and does it again, and again, and again. Soon he finds a rhythm that has you moaning loudly in his neck. He groans and grunts, clenching his jaw as your tightness envelopes him repeatedly. The slick sounds of his balls slapping against your dripping wet lips makes him so animalistic. He grabs your jaw and pushes your head back into the pillows, needing to watch you as he fucks you nice and good.

“You like this, honey?” He breathes heavily, eyes threatening to shut when you clench around him involuntarily. “You’re taking me so good, you know that, right?” You nod and hold onto his biceps tight when he speeds his hips. “That’s my girl.”

The churning in the lower pit of your stomach is slowly increasing. You throw your head back to cry up at God, pleading for that strong release and begging for forgiveness at the intense amount of pleasure you’re receiving. It’s all so sinful, but so right. Willard’s cock filled you to the brim, making it almost impossible to concentrate on forming words. You mumble incoherently and scratch down his back.

“W-Will,” you squeaked, your eyes filling with tears as he fucks you. You can’t even think as every one of your senses are clouded with him. He kisses you again as your small body jolts with every thrust. “Mmmpphh..”

“You feel so good,” he whispers huskily, lowering his head to kiss up and down your neck, wrapping his arms under your back to hold you tighter to his body. “You make me so happy, peach.” The first few tears slide down your cheeks, and then you can’t stop them. Even when he’s fucking the daylights out of you, he’s still so sweet and romantic.

“Y-You make me s-so happy too,” you cry out, curling your toes so hard that you feel them crack. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” he grunts, passionately kissing you once more. “My pretty little soon-to-be wife.”

His hand trails down the side of your thigh before grabbing it and hiking it further up his hip. The angle made him reach deeper than he did before. Your eyes widened as you let out a small shout, your body trembling as you feel your slick sliding down your hole and onto the covers. Willard grins wolfishly and kisses your forehead as he slows his hips down to a deep grind. Your eyes cross and roll back as you groan, your hands desperately grabbing at any part of him.

“I f-feel..” you couldn’t get your words out when his smooth pelvis rubs your clit and his cock twitches inside of you. “Will...”

“You feel what, honey?” He chuckles and begins to fuck you again, holding the back of your neck and lowering his forehead onto yours. “Gonna cum?”

You frantically nod and hold onto the sides of his neck. His hot breaths spew onto your lips. You kiss him again, lightly nibbling his bottom lip as you softly cry out again. You feel that tingly sensation spread all over your lower half. Your entire body is buzzing with excited nerves. You feel a little dizzy. You can feel it; that throbbing in your core. Before you can warn him, you feel this little knot explode, causing your back to arch and your head to throw back into the pillows as you cry out in pure ecstasy. Willard moans gruffly and sits up on his knees, grabbing your hips, and fucking you hard enough to make the metal headboard and bed springs creak. You grab onto the pillows and close your thighs shut as you nearly finish your orgasm. He forcefully spreads your thighs and throws his own head back as he presses himself deep inside before cumming inside you. His abdominal muscles clench as he lets out a strained groan when you clench around him. Breathlessly, you giggle at him. He looks up at you with a lovesick grin.

“What?” He asks as he slowly pulls out of you, biting his bottom lip as he sees his cum dripping out of your inflamed pussy. “Fuck..”

“We just had sex,” you giggled again and bashfully covered your face. “My mama will be so upset.”

“Which is why this will be our little secret,” he tells you as he removes your hands from your face. “I love you so much, Y/N. I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone but you.”

“I love you more, Will,” you tell him quietly as he leans down to give your lips a gentle kiss, his thumb brushing across your warm cheeks as he pulls away and gazes down at you so lovingly. As you both are wrapped up in your little bubble in your small home, you couldn’t wait for what the future has in stored for you.

[babyboy-cody]

imagine having your first makeout session with willard and when he leaves, he sits in his truck and watches you through the window for a moment and sees you get all giddy and smiley and keep touching your lips to convince yourself it was real, and he just grins over how in love with you he is 🥺🥺 - shy virgo anon

“What if we get caught, Will? You know how nosy my mama gets,” you quietly tell him as you perched yourself onto his lap.

“Don’t pay attention to that, sugar. Pay attention to me,” he tells you quietly and has one hand on your hip as the other cups your cheek to keep your focus on him. “It’s just you and me, ya hear?”

You nod and hold onto his broad shoulders as he pulls your head down to press a firm kiss to your lips. You whimpered at the warmth and wetness of his lips. Willard tilts his head to kiss you deeper. You push your chest closer to his, eager to feel more of him. Your fingers curl into his dark hair, soft and damp from the rain an hour beforehand. He smelled of cigarettes and cologne. When your lips part, his tongue enters your mouth as he sucks and nibbles your lip. You whimper softly and grind your hips down. You held onto him, not wanting an inch of space between your bodies. He kisses you deeply once more, groaning softly when you nibble his bottom lip and licked the spot. He looks up at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks, his hair falling onto his forehead from your hands running through them. You pushed it back and eagerly bent your head for more kisses.

“Sweet like sugar,” he rasps and moves his kisses down to your neck, moving your hair back to lick and kiss your sensitive skin. “Could just eat you up.”

“Mhm,” you whimpered and licked your lips, shivering when he nibbled your earlobe. “You have the mouth of a sinner, Willie.”

“Jus’ wait till you see what I can do with my tongue,” he huskily says in your ear, causing you to twitch on his lap from his hot breath spewing across your skin.

You slapped his chest and blushed as he laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the sides as his top lips nearly disappears from how wide his smile is. You look at him with a lovesick expression, smoothing your hands down on his hair so it was neat again. He swipes his thumb across your warm cheek. He gives your lips a small kiss before grinning up at you with that boyish smile of his.

“I best get goin’ now,” you told him and removed yourself from his lap as you fixed your own hair. “Thanks for the ride, honey.” You gave him a blushing grin as you exited his truck and began the small trek to your home. As Willard rests his elbow on his door, he chuckles to himself when he sees you touching your lips, almost in disbelief of what you two had done in the car. You looked up at the stars and closed your eyes, doing a cute little skip as you walked up the steps. He licks his lips and tastes a hint of strawberry on them. As he puts his car into drive, he grins and realizes once more how madly in love with you he is. He is one lucky man to call you his girl.