#william ironhead miller headcanon

[dailydragon08]

How Will Acts With A Crush

When he first meets you, he’s a bit starstruck. He’s good at hiding it from you, but Benny definitely notices and teases him about it later.

He’s extremely attentive, even though it takes him awhile to get enough courage to actually talk to you. But he’s always doing little things like holding doors, handing you your things, grabbing your favorite snack/drink from the vending machine at Benny’s fights, and is always looking over to check if you’re okay.

If he overhears you mention anything you think is hot in passing, he’ll start doing it. For example, he once heard you tell Benny’s girlfriend that you loved it when guys took their shirts off by pulling the back of it over their head with one hand. Lo and behold, when you all went to the beach together, that’s exactly how Will took his shirt off before diving into the water.

He’s always the first to rush forward to help if you need it. You’re in a wintery place with an icy patch on the ground in front of you? Will’s holding out his hand to make sure you don’t fall. Trying to get your duffel bag out of the trunk and carry it yourself? Will wouldn’t dream of it. Standing on a chair to get something off a high shelf? Will’s hands are already on the back of the chair to steady it for you.

When he finally does strike up a conversation with you, he’s great at keeping it going because he’s been paying attention to all the things you love. He may or may not have researched all your favorite bands, books, shows, movies, games, etc. just so he could talk to you about them and watch your face light up. He loves listening to you and always makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room, no matter how loud or crowded a place is.

If you’re more on the quiet or shy side, Will always makes sure you feel included. He doesn’t let people interrupt you and always turns around with a soft smile and a “what were you gonna say?” He always makes sure you have a seat at the table and will guard your spot loyally.

He loves giving you little touches, like rubbing your shoulders, squeezing your hand, and putting a hand on the small of your back as you walk in front of him or tell him something. Definitely does that thing at Benny’s fights where he puts a hand on the small of your back and leans his head closer to you to hear what you have to say.

Whenever you prove how well you fit in with the guys, he can’t help but let his mind wander to what it would be like to date you and make you an official part of the group. He feels all warm inside at the thought of being able to sling his arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, hold your hand, or even give you a kiss. He’s not a huge PDA fan, but just being able to show that you’re his and he’s yours around the guys makes his stomach fill with butterflies.

Sometimes he gets in his head and convinces himself you deserve better than him, so he’ll start to pull away a bit. But he can’t help how touched he feels whenever you’re concerned and give him a little extra love. He can’t stay away for long and when he frames it as concern over whether he’s a good enough friend, the praise, gentle touches, and acts of service you do for him make him want to pull you close and never let go.

Whenever he sees Benny (or sometimes even random couples he doesn’t know) being all sweet with his girlfriend, he starts daydreaming about being able to do that with you.

The first time he hugs you, he feels like he’s about to explode from happiness. He holds you maybe a little too tightly and a little too long, but is pleasantly surprised when you hang on just as long and squeeze back just as tight. He starts gently lifting you off the ground for a few moments every time he hugs you and delights in your little laugh and smile.

The first time you sit on the couch next to him at movie night, he leaned his elbow on the back behind you and awkwardly chewed on his thumb while glancing at you. After a few minutes, he hesitantly stretches his arm out behind you.

Whenever you comfort him during a bad mental health day, he can’t help but give you a little kiss on the forehead before forcing himself to extract from your arms.

If you’re sick or having a bad mental health day yourself, he will drop everything to leave a little care package at your door full of carefully selected soups, crackers, sweets, and a card with a short, but heartfelt message inside. If you let him, he’ll even come inside and clean your house, run you a nice hot bath, and make you a healthy meal.

He’s not the most emotive person, but a little spark lights up his eyes whenever you walk into a room and he’s always genuinely excited to see you.

He isn’t a big texter, but he’ll call you at least once a week to just see how you’re doing.

When he finally does ask you out (or if you do, he’ll say yes with no hesitation) and shows up to Benny’s fight holding your hand, the guys all crow, “Finally!”

[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

[romanarose]

Can i ask how will from triple frontier would react to finding out someone he likes/is dating had abuse in their past and/or complex PTSD? If you’re uncomfy with the subject matter, feel free to skip (just dealing with this & would love some comfort from will).

hi!!!!!!!

warning, ptsd

so Will, in canon, has ptsd.

I've had Will in a few senarios like for comfort before

Lucky: Reader is in a depressive episode

He Didn't Have to Be: reader is a single mom who left an abusive relationship

For the Longest Time: a series where Will and an oc, Lorelei has a lot of issues and Will is cognizant of that

As for your ask

Maybe it's early in dating. Will is a serious guy so he's gonna get to the point. He not dating just for a quick fuck. He's gonna talk to YOU about HIS ptsd first. He'll go through it strategically bc he's planned this out like a speech, tell you some of why he has it (details will come later in the relationship), how it effects him, what he does it handle it etc.

You nod and listen, taking in the information he gives you. after asking a few questions you tell him you also have ptsd actually.

He frowns.

Will understands why him and Ben have it, but you? you weren't in the military so that means... that someone hurt you.

Just like you, he listens as you talk. You share what you are comfortable with at this stage and he asks some thoughtful questions. What your triggers are, how he can help if you are having an attack. He wants to be prepared.

He also wants you to know that you are safe with him. He will never hurt you, he will always respect your boundaries, he is going to protect you too.

You don't have to worry anymore. You're safe, and he's going to help you through it. Will explains he has experience with people who have mental health conditions, like his brother, so he has been on the other side of things as well and he's not going to leave you just because you're symtoms make you act out, he'll help you through.

Likewise, you promise him you'll do the same, that you'll work through things with him, help him get any help he needs.

you'll work together <3

Hope you feel better soon, my dear. I undertsand how hard these feelings can be, I've been there, but it does get better.

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy👋🏾 I’d like to play with alphabet game too —- A, N, and Q with Raymond, Will, and Steve from your “Ready or Not” series

I'm sorry for the delay on this, lovely!

And, my God, Ready or Not. I haven't updated that in years. 😭 Some dark themes ahead with Steve.

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

Raymond would rather use his imagination, especially after seeing a particularly nasty video. Before you two are together, he loves to picture you on your knees, begging for him to fuck your throat or your pussy. And thanking him when he's finished with you. It always puts him over the edge.

Will is extremely disciplined. He has to be in his line of work. But even he can't help himself if you happen to send him a suggestive photo or text. Jerking himself off isn't as satisfying since he'd rather finish inside you, but it helps take the edge off when necessary.

Steve loves being able to look at you, so any visual is a good thing. Whether it's photos or videos of you. And of course, managing to have that pornographic video of a "couple" that looks like the two of you, it's easy for him to imagine that it's him fucking you until he gets his hands on you.

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

Raymond won't hesitate to tie to you his bed and shove a vibrator inside you if you try and distract him from his work. He'll mess with the settings and keep you on edge until he finishes what he needs to. He'll get you off himself, but you better apologize. And he'll remind you that while he does have a job to do, you're the most important thing to him.

Will sometimes has pent up emotions and aggression because of the assignments he had, so he likes having control. He isn't one to deny you an orgasm, but he wants to be the one to give them to you. So if he tells you not to touch yourself, don't. If you need to get off that badly, he'll do it with him fingers, tongue, and cock. He'll wreck you the way you need.

Steve, it depends on what you've done. If you try to run away, he'll overstimulate you until you're on the verge of passing out. If you mouth off, he'll edge you until you cry and beg for forgiveness. He isn't letting you go, so he good for him.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

Raymond loves hearing you, but there's also something hot about covering your mouth and smothering your sounds as he drives nice and hard into you. It's like your noises are just for him to have. And when he releases his hand, it better be his name spilling from your lips.

Will may be a motivational speaker now, but he's generally quiet by nature. So he may not voice it loudly, but he'll keep his lips on yours or at your ear to praise you for taking him so well and being the best thing to ever happen to him. And hearing you moan his name is another reminder of how lucky he is to come home to you.

Steve doesn't want you to be quiet. Say his name, moan how much you love him. And he'll grunt how you belong to him, how no one else will ever touch you. You're his girl and he wants everyone to know that.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

Dirty A-Z with a character

[ssuperficialspacecadett]

i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly. 

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?” 

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?” 

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!” 

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!” 

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels. 

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you. 

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing. 

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds. 

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well. 

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity. 

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion. 

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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How an Argument Ends (Will)

Benny // Frankie // Santiago

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- It takes a lot for you two to get in an argument

- Which is why you’ve only had two prior to this one

- Both of you are too stubborn to give in and apologize

- It made it awkward for everyone… or annoyed them

- Benny decided he should talk to you while Frankie decided he’d take Will

- His brother helped you realize that what you two have is special and you two should stop being quiet and get together

- Frankie, more or less, gave Will the same speech and he put a plan together

- Will made dinner, as a way to break the ice

- You got home from work, smelt the amazing meal, and knew what was in store for you

- He glanced back and turned off what he was finishing up so he could hold you

- After dinner, you two got ready for bed

- He mumbled an apology into your hair, holding onto you as if he was afraid to let you go

- You kissed his chest, over his heart and whispered an apology to him

- He let you know you didn’t have to but he (secretly) appreciated it

- And it made you feel better to actually be able to apologize

[intheorangebedroom]

Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he? 

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version. 

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer. 

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck. 

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley. 

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride. 

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu– 

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place. 

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend. 

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked. 

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold. 

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry. 

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm. 

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead. 

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent. 

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up. 

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there. 

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch. 

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap. 

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take. 

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming. 

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts. 

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl. 

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out. 

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again. 

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

****

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

[astroboots]

Hiiiii I live home coming a lot (obviously lol)

Forgive me if I missed this and it’s been done but

How did the millers react when Frankie and Santi said they were a throuple? Did they have to come out? How did it go?

Hello lovely!!!

The Miller brothers and generally the trio's friends circle is something that I intend to expand on in the future. But one of my headcanons that I have with @thirstworldproblemss is that poor William Ironhead Miller has had to sit there and suffer through these dumb dumb's decade long's worth of yearning and stand by and watch it unfold.

I've hinted at it both in Body combat  where he catches Frankie STARE at Santiago with what is essentially hearteyes, and equally in Changes at Frankie and Boa's wedding Will is the one who notices that Santiago's heart is basically cracking into a million pieces.

Will in Homecoming-verse is someone who's incredibly observant but also just wants to mind his own business and not get involved in other's. So when it comes out that the three of them have finally gotten their shit together -- Will is not surprised. AT ALL. Cause he knew the three had feelings for each other, his overwhelming reaction is: relief.

Like oh thank fucking god you got your shit together and sorted it.

[imaginesbymk]

Dating William “Ironhead” Miller Would Include...

requested by @lukeybabe26

making fun of the nickname he goes by

sometimes waiting for him to shave his beard

going to his brother’s MMA fights

making coffee for each other in the morning

being hysterical after finding out he got injured on the mission

being scared to bring up his gunshot wound

watching him make his speeches

him motivating you to do things you aspire to be/do

appreciating all the things he’s done

always being there for him

he loves to brag about you and show you off

learning a bit of spanish after he returns

drinking with him on special occasions

him wanting to take you somewhere nice

putting you first and always thinking about you

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tag list: @sweetheartlisbeth

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

A-Z Fluff Alphabet (William Miller)

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Anything from the waist down, basically. Though the exact part of your body may vary from day to day Will’s defiantly someone who loves legs and thighs and, well, butts. He loves to drag his knuckles over the inside of your thighs deliciously slowly, watching as you start to get goosebumps from the soft sensation and how you unfold in front if him with such a simple touch. He loves to grip your butt with firm hands, fingers digging in so hard you’re forced to let out a gasp, while his hip thrusts into you mercilessly. He loves when curl up in his lap and he gets to wrap his arms around you, one hand resting on your shin where his thumb absentmindedly rubs circles on your skin. 

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B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/ Why not?)

William Miller doesn’t have a clear answer for that question. For him, it’s not that easy. There’s one part of him that undeniably wants to have children, that wants to have the family life he and his brother grew up with, wants to have the house filled with the thump of little feet running around and laughter in the air, cuddles in bed and breakfast with the bunch on Sundays. In a way it’s even harder because he grew up like that, in a loving and protected home.  Then there’s doubt. The thing’s he’s seen, the burden of not being able to forget what he’s done, the undeniable fact that he, truly, murdered and killed. And then Will doesn’t want to be a father, how can he put children in a world that’s so unsafe? How can he be the one to decide to create another life on earth when he can’t promise that everything’s going to be alright. The sad truth is, Will can’t run from his demons and his brain kicks into overdrive every time he starts to think about children - it’s a battle between the heart and the mind that won’t be settled for a long time. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

There’s really no point in denying the fact that Will is, at least physically, build for cuddling - big arms providing the perfect combination between muscle and softness when they wrap themselves around you, a warm chest where there’s just so much space of him to place your head on, broad shoulders that give you true sense of comfort and protection. There’s really, a lot, to cuddle when it comes to Will and that might actually the worst part of it all, since Will radiates body heat like a small sun. Cuddling with Will is nice, everyone who’s ever tried it would agree, but it usually doesn’t last long. At least not the full body contact cuddling. There’s always parts of you touching, fingers drawing small patterns on each other’s skin but you can only lay engulfed with each other for so long until one of you has to break it up for the sake of both of you before you end up in a puddle of sweat. Naturally, Winter’s pushed to the top of the list when it comes to favorite seasons and Summer’s been resting on the last place ever since you moved in together. 

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D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

It’s no secret that Will likes to be prepared and dates are no exception to that. Wether he gets to take you on an adventure for a whole day or you two just decide to go to a nice restaurant for dinner, he likes to prep beforehand. He makes sure you’re favorite clothes are washed and ironed, that the car is clean and the tank is full. There’s usually an element of surprised involved, something small like buying your favorite fruit and stashing it in the fridge because he knows you often skip desert ‘cause your belly is already filled with too much food but once you get home you do crave something to nibble. And though William likes to plan big time, dates with him aren’t that fancy. He likes to enjoy the peace and quiet with you, rather have you on the back of his bike and on the way to a cabin than standing in line to get to that one new rooftop bar everyone seems gushing about. 

E = Everything (You are my ___ (e.g my life, my world…))

You are my comfort zone.

There’s something about you that calms Will down. Some people say they feel giddy and high whenever they’re partner is around and of course Will is happier when he has his arm around your waist but the wave of absolute content and clarity that washes over him in those moments are overpowering every other feeling. With you around he seems to breath a little lighter, gets to be a little more himself with other people around and at the same time you keep him grounded when he feels alone and trapped in his mind. William gets to truly express himself with you and that’s one of the reasons he loves and admires you so much.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were falling in love?)

Wills’s a guarded mess when you first meet him. He’s all walls and far away eyes, tight lips and broad stance. Like every person Will meets in his life he’s careful, especially after breaking off his engagement only a few months ago. There isn’t much you two talk about first, conversations don’t seem to come easy to Will and for some reason they’re even worse to hold with you. It takes more than a few nights where Will’s mumbling most of his answers into his beer, jaw set so tightly you wonder if he even wants to be here, with you. Opening up, you realize at some point, takes a while for Will but once you realize that this is progress, this is him working and trying his best, you ease up as well - and practically slip your way into his heart by accident. The first time William realizes that this means something to him is when you walk into the bar you’re supposed to meet with him, eyes scanning the crowd for the familiar faces of him and the rest of the crew. It’s the warmth that suddenly flows through Will’s body, an almost calming sensation of knowing you’ll be there, right next to him and the thought that he wants to stay with you, even here in this bar that’s far too loud and far too crowded for his liking. And although Will’s someone who constantly keeps himself and his emotions in check, this one slaps him right across the face - cheeks red and heart beating against his chest so hard, he fears you actually might feel it as you hug him. 

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G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Will’s very much aware of his build and strength most times throughout the day. There’s rarely a moment where he forgets how much damage he can do and if so it’s mostly in hilarious situations whenever he tries to fit into a chair or has to duck to walk through a door in a house that he isn’t used to. With you, however, Will never forgets. He will always make sure he doesn’t squish you too tight, always make sure you’re comfortable just as much as he is whenever you two are cuddling together. Don’t be fooled, Will has a rougher side to him and you love to see him taking some dominance in the bedroom but it’s never, never, unintentional - which, if you’re honest, makes it even more attractive.

H = Hand/ Hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?)

William loves to hold hands. At least whenever you are cuddling. He likes the contrast between you and him and although his fingers are surprisingly slender for a man his size, they’re still big enough for him to marvel at the difference every now and again. Out on public you don’t necessarily have to hold hands but you always keep close to each other. It instantly changes whenever you have to get through a crowd though. Will’s hand conveys security then, gripping your’s firmly and his shoulders pushing through the people around you with you pressed close behind. He’ll switch to an arm around you when the crowd thickens and the air starts to get heavy around you, pressing you against his chest tightly as he pushes people apart with much more force now. Maneuvering you two out of a situation like this doesn’t happen on the daily but it has happened before and you’ve always been grateful that Will was by your side then.

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I = Impression (First Impressions/s)

Quiet. Broad, almost looming in the background. Though Will doesn’t have a threatening personality, his build is enough for most people to become weary around him. It actually surprises you the first time he opens his mouth, the sentences that come out well thought through and perfectly worded, keeping his voice in a pleasantly low rumble. 

J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Not that much to be honest, no. He likes to plot one solid revenge if he’s being tricked by you or Benny but he wouldn’t take it further or let it continue into a whole prank war. However, he’s more than happy to be your partner in crime whenever it comes to you trying to get back at Benny and he’s downright dedicated in mapping out the perfect vengeance against this baby brother. 

K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Will kisses with a certain kind of determination. It’s not that his kisses are extremely hard but you’re always left with a tingling sensation on your lips as he pulls away, even if it was just for a quick goodbye kiss. The beard took some time to get used to but now you can’t imagine a kiss without the sensation of it around your mouth, the softness and the smell of the latest products Will used on it. And though Will would never admit it, he makes a small little sound coming deep from the back of his throat whenever you part your lips for the first time in a kiss and allow him to sneak his tongue inside. You’re fairly certain he doesn’t even realize it and although it’s very soft and sometime’s barely audible your ears became very good at picking it up - because it’s your most favorite sound in the world. 

L = Little Things (What little things do they love/ notice.)

Apart from the obvious fact that Will is naturally drawn to numbers, he likes to watch as well, especially you. Often enough you find his gaze lingering on you and sometimes you take the chance to shoot him a playful smile of your own. It’s not that Will’s ogling your body (well, not only) but more that he truly enjoys the view of you - how your hair catches the late afternoon sun, how you twirl around with a little too much energy while you sway to a song playing on radio in the kitchen as you prepare dinner together, how the little hairs on your neck stand up whenever his lips press against that one spot right there underneath your ear. Yes, William Miller’s favorite activity is to watch you. 

M = Memory (Their favorite moment together.)

The first time you visit Will’s place. Seeing that Will is a private person who tends to keep to himself most of the time and is very happy with that, his home is almost a sanctuary for him. It’s a place he feels comfortable and relaxed in and inviting new people over to someplace he holds so dear to his heart is almost a nerve wrecking experience for him. His eyes follow you as you carefully take the first steps down the hall, gaze moving over picture frames and books lined on the wall. There are defiantly reddened cheeks when you turn around, a smile on your face to compliment him about the house. He swears his heart bursts with joy the first time you crouch down to pet Cheddar.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

William is much more of a penny hoarder. It’s not that he doesn’t want to make you happy, but happiness for himself rarely comes from materialistic objects so his first thoughts about presents and special occasion usually don’t involve something fancy and expensive. William likes to spoil you with his time, always trying to arrange his speeches so gets to see you in between, making sure that he gets to take a break after having to fly out. He likes to take the time in the evening to talk whenever you two get ready for bed, bathroom talks becoming very intimate for both of you, not only because he wants to tell you about his day but also because he’s interest what your thoughts and feelings were when he wasn’t around and what you’ve encountered at work. In a way it’s not only time, it’s also attention and William Miller is convinced that it’s one thing you should spoil your partner with in a relationship. 

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Morning light. Will’s usually much earlier awake than you are and depending on the day he either finds you still in bed when the sun starts to seep through your window for the first time today or you’ll pad down to the kitchen, curling up in his lap as he’s already drinking his coffee and reading the news. Either way, Will can’t get enough of you and the quietness that seems to only be present in the mornings in your household, breaths still deep and your eyes not quite awake yet. 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Will loves to use pet names. Apart from the usual things like Babe/Baby, his favorite’s Darling. It just rolls of his tongue naturally at this point wether it be in a loving way or meant as a tease. Whenever he feels extremely romantic he might call you Love. 

*Bonus: He might’ve watched a few seasons of Sons of Anarchy and picked up on the habit of calling you his Old Lady, very much to your delight.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Often enough you catch Will looking your way and as the two of you lock eyes there’s almost always a silent question like “Are you alright/Are you okay?” lingering in his gaze. He does it throughout the day as a nonverbal check up. It doesn’t even take long, it’s truly just a very quick conversation between you two through your eyes and in a blink you’re both back to whatever you were doing before.

R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

A rainy day is truly the perfect time to get him to stay in the house with you. Normally Will is a pretty outdoorsy person who likes to get his daily dose of fresh air so you find it as a welcome alternative to have him lounging around the house. Depending in your mood (and how many chores you need to take on together) you sometimes like to stay in bed, wrapped up in each others arms and watch a movie, the cat joining you and though Will’s not a fan at first, he’ll tolerate Cheddar because “It’s his rainy day as well.” Other times you chase each other around the house, blasting music and try to dance away the rain with a mop and a bucket full of dirty cleaning water. Whatever it’ll be at the end of the day, one thing’s for sure: Neither you, nor Will, change out of your sweats that day. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

A run, a bath and then some journaling. In that order. The bath is reserved for you as well, this is the time where you either listen to whatever Will wants to share with you or just hold him in the hot water, sometimes taking the moment to rub his tense shoulders and press some reassuring kisses underneath his jaw, feeling his beard on your lips move as he unclenches his teeth. It’s not a sexual tension that develops in your bathroom on those days and the kisses more or less serve the purpose of small, whispering reminders that “I am here, you can talk to me, I will listen.” 

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T = Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

There is a lot Will loves to talk about and the most obvious ones are science facts or news that he just read this morning in the newspapers. There’s always a current topic on his mind, wether it be politics or the discovery of a new species in the middle eastern ocean. Will has a broad knowledge of different kinds and so there are days where he comes home and tells you about something you’ve talked about weeks ago and you have already forgotten, if you’re completely honest, but Will just found out some exiting new information on the topic and the glee in his eyes is too adorable for you to interrupt him.

*Bonus: As mentioned before with Benny, both of the Miller brother’s are big on gossip and Will’s a pro when it comes to connecting little pieces of informations and new insight gathered throughout different types of sources (he means friends, really). 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

William is a man who likes routine. Whenever he feels as if the world around him becomes too much, and after coming back home this seemed to be a lot more often than before he left, he needed to find himself some exit ways to escape his own mind. Depending on the day, sometimes it’s as simple as grabbing you, a blanket and the cat (though lastly truly can’t be ‘grabbed’ and rather decides on it’s own when to grace you with their presence) and cuddle up on the couch to watch a documentary. It’s often one you’ve seen before but you don’t mind, getting the chance to cuddle up to your beau and feeling the tension slowly leave his body with every minute of the show passing. Other times it’s a bit more challenging, his mind demanding to be distracted in a much more difficult task and Will finds himself in the small shed outside the house, building something or fixing up the bike, whatever he can find that day to keep his hands busy and his focus in front of him instead of getting drawn into the mess of his own thoughts.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Will’s horrendously proud of your baking skills for some reason? He loves to watch people try your new recipe and then gleefully announce that it was you who made it whenever their faces light up. He’s also deeply impressed by the fact how easily you maneuver yourself through social events, how small talks seems to slip over your lips and how your laughter, even after hours and hours of gathering with in small circles with lukewarm champagne, still feels true and honest.

W = Why (Reasons why they love each other.)

There’s a whole lot of reasons to love William Miller. His mindset is astonishing, his whole work ethic, really, wether it be on his daily exercise or his keeping his mental health in check, is incredible and you can’t help but marvel at the man that decided to work on himself with such strength and willpower - and just keeps on working. One might think that this is must be it, the reason big and impressive enough that you just have to love him. And though you obviously do respect that part of him massively, it’s not your reason. You love William Miller because of his softness. Because he’s a man that saw terror and war and violence and used to be terror and war and violence and still, after all he’s done, came back home and forced himself to be soft and kind and gentle again. Controversial enough the road to become his former self again was a path of tight jaws and a fight of minds but in the end, William Miller loves deeply and tries his best to make the world a little brighter, a little less violent and a little better and that’s the reason you love him the most.  

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

“Hotel California” - Eagles. It’s the first song you showed him because you thought he might like it and although it wasn’t quite his kind of music he was baffled at the fact that someone thought of him. It’s funny because for some reason he still doesn’t like the song but he refuses to change stations whenever it comes on the radio and it almost always makes him smile. 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes. William is set on a long lasting partnership and getting married defiantly belongs to his bigger picture. It’s something that’s a part of getting involved with someone for him, seeing he’s someone who likes to calculate and know as much about a situation and how it might turn out and being in a relationship is not exception to that. He’s thought about it as you two made your relationship official, thought about it as you moved in together and defiantly thought about it the first time you’ve met his parents. It’s almost like a silent whisper in the back of his mind, constantly turning over little details and shifting the picture ever so slightly until William can see it perfectly clear in front of him: You are his person. 

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Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

Will’s pets change over the years. Not because they die but because he keeps bringing in strays, taking care of them for a time and then having to bring them to a shelter to find a new home with a heavy heart. There are at least three cats constantly present in his household and they are often referred to as “the Gang” (William), “Cheddar and his consorts” (Pope), “Those little shit heads” (Benny) or “Fluffs of fur” (You). Most of the time they are quiet cats, napping on chairs or in corners, wiggling their way around your legs as you try walk but there’s an undeniable cheeky nature to Cheddar, the first cat Will brought home and the one he holds closest to his heart (but he would deny that if you’d ask him, arguing loudly that he loves all of his children equally). 

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Related

Benny’s A - Z Fluff Alphabet

William’s A - Z Smut Alphabet

William General Headcanons

Will and You and Benny // pt. two

[buckysred]

Dating The TF Boys Headcanons

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

the king of forehead kisses

like everytime he greets you it’s kiss on the mouth then on the forehead

LOVES to travel

takes you places and takes pictures everywhere you go

when you compile a scrap book full of all of your pictures for him, he tries to play it off like he isn’t about to cry over the gesture

loves to try new food

you both make a competition out of it

“baby, i’m tellin’ you there’s no way you’d be willing to try more options here than me”

isn’t huge on petnames but your name (and nickname if you’re apart of delta) is his favorite thing in the world

he’s definitely the type to wanna be the big spoon always

but does like to have your head on his chest and his hand trailing up and down your back leisurely sometimes

massages!!! (on both of your ends)

isn’t big on PDA but likes to have his hand on your back or hip at all times

loves eye contact

if you struggle with holding his eyes, he’d gently tilt your head back up to meet his eyes before he continued talking

isn’t the best at remembering shit

but is super sentimental and goes all out on your birthday

not in a “i’m throwing the biggest party” but in a “i’m taking them to spot where we had our first date to have a picnic” or some shit like that

likes to watch soccer and ADORES you when you put in effort to learn and/or watch it with him

you in his favorite players jersey has santi falling in love

has a hard time sleeping without you

he didn’t have a problem before but once he had you cozily pressed up against him and saw you in the glow of the morning he NEVER wants to go back

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

the most understanding man you’ll ever meet

and the best listener too

frankie not only is your boyfriend but your best friend too

best supporter ever

your wins are his wins too (and vice versa)

is a BRAGGER

“y/n just got promoted, so fucking proud.” …. “yeah, yeah, man. they’re great, i’m telling ya.”

smells like coffee and leather

picks up on the fact that you like the way he smells and teases you horribly about it

secretly loves physical affection. he tries to downplay it like it’s you who likes it but… it’s him

“babe, if you wanna hug me all you gotta do is ask.”

hand on your thigh

in the car? on your thigh. at dinner? on your thigh. laying down? resting on your thigh.

likes when you pull him down to rest on your lap

he also likes to pull your legs into his lap

runs his hand up and down your calf while your legs are there too

let’s you wear his favorite cap

can’t sleep without white noise

which drives you crazy at first bc why the hell does the tv have to be on but turned so low

frankie picks up on your slight irritation one night so he turns it off

then you see the nightmares and understand

is really good at communicating

he doesn’t see the point in keeping anything from you bc he trusts and love you so much

Ben “Benny” Miller

the definition of late night drives for dates

despite his rough appearance, benny is the biggest sweetheart to walk the planet

but only you get to see that

goes out of his way to make sure you always are comfortable and have what you need

“honey, jus’ tell me what you need from the store and i’ll get it” ……. “no. no. don’t you even think of getting out of bed” ….. “baby, you’re sick, that’s why. goodness, you’re sweet and all but you’re gonna end up killin’ me one day with your stubbornness.”

benny has a problem with staying still

he found that running in the morning helps

even when you loath it you try and get up and get moving with him

like santi, he isn’t the best at remembering shit

but he does remember smaller things

like how you take your coffee/tea in the morning

he fucking loves when you play with his hands or card your hands through his hair

is a BIG PDA fan

touching anywhere and everywhere is a must for him

grazing your cheeks, deep kisses, obnoxiously swinging your hands while intertwined

loves to use my girl/boy

this man is a protector thru and thru

fucking hates people talking shit about those he cares about

and he’ll show them just how much

bc of this you have to constantly bandage this boy up (also bc of MMA)

likes to take you fishing

you pretend like you have no idea how to do any of it so he can show you

he knows your playing but loves to be behind you and direct you on what to do

same with playing pool

hugs from behind and cheek kisses >

like fish, he’ll let you wear his favorite cap

takes it off his head and snugs it onto yours backwards

fixes your hair and then just continues on like he didn’t just do what he did

you know when benny is fully in love with you when he introduces you to Will

benny being the little brother he looks up to his big brother a lot

which means his opinion means a lot

therefore means a lot to you

Will loves you ofc

Will finds it hilarious how head over boots ben is for you (lol)

after Will, benny takes you to meet all of the guys

and once again they all adore you

they tease benny that you’re way out of his league

benny just smirks, “hell yeah they are”, then kisses your cheek

Will “Ironhead” Miller

• my mf baby

is the most doting man ever

acts of service is definitely his love language

and psychical affection

isn’t a fan of PDA tho

does like to have his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands locked in the hand that’s around your shoulders (hopefully that made sense)

is a great cook and loves to cook with you

one time you cooked for him before he got home

that solidified that fact that he was in love with you

keeps track of EVERYTHING

literally a record book of everything y’all have ever done

also bc of this he’s super observant and attentive

it’s really hard for him to open up about his PTSD

tries to push you away when things get bad or he has an episode

but you’re patient with him and listen to his needs when he does communicate them

it definitely helps make it easier as time go on for him to talk with you about it

HOODIES

he has so fucking many, it’s not even funny

then he starts to notice how his collection starts to dwindle down

until he looks in your closet to see all of them there

he secretly loves it even tho he definitely lightly teases you about it

if you’re short he definitely would pick on you about that too

but no one else can say shit about it

protective with a capital P

isn’t possessive or jealous at all but protective most definitely

if you’re apart of delta, he definitely told pope that in order for him to be on board you would have to be kept out of the mission

the good thing is Will understands mental health struggles

you need something he’s there

always

have anxiety about ordering food when you’re at a restaurant, don’t have to tell him twice

bear hugs!!!!!

oh god i could go on about him forever someone stop me

[dailydragon08]

Soft Will who gets all :) when he meets his partner’s eyes across the room.

Soft Will who’s super attentive and always giving them his jacket when they’re cold and even starts bringing a jacket to events that doesn’t need one just in case THEY get chilly.

Soft Will who takes care of them when they’re sick/on their period/having a bad mental health day, fully armed with heating pads, medicine, warm blankets, snacks, movies, and makes sure they’re getting enough iron, vitamins, and protein.

Soft Will who gives and guides and whispers sweet nothings during the most romantic sex they’ve ever had.

Soft Will who lives for the pillow talk after.

Soft Will who squeezes his partner’s hand and hugs them tight after a nightmare or during fireworks or going through the grocery store, letting all the walls of stoicism fall for just a brief moment when he looks at them cuz he knows he doesn’t have to hide in front of this person.

Soft Will who will 100% engage in a squirt gun battle with the seriousness of a soldier.

Soft Will who will proudly put his arm around their shoulders in front of the guys.

Soft Will who immediately pulls you onto his lap during movie nights.

Soft Will who gets a little watery during the first “I love you,” no matter which of them said it, cuz he was so convinced for so long he’d never get to have a first “I love you” again.

Soft Will who may not emote much, but a little spark of excitement enters his eyes and he gives a little lopsided smile whenever his partner walks into the room.

Soft Will who never misses an opportunity to tell people he loves how great, smart, talented, and what a wonderful person they are (he might not shout it from the rooftops, but he doesn’t make a secret of it either).

Soft Will who stands there gaping the first time he sees them all dressed up and/or in a swimsuit.

Soft Will who loves playing with his partner’s hair.

Soft Will who loves running his hands over his partner’s bare skin and tracing little shapes.

Soft Will who lives for cradling their face during forehead touches.

Soft Will who’s just so grateful he found someone after all the shit he’s been through that made him feel broken and unlovable.

Just soft Will.

[charnelhouse]

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

With maybe Ironhead?

A/N: Will Miller x F!Reader. Rough smut. Oral. Sum butt stuff. Will being a feral sex maniac. Benny being Benny.

Ironhead can be reserved. He can be soft and sweet and under control.

But he’s been gone - three weeks - on a mission.

No contact. Not even a message.

He’d missed you. He’d fucking missed you more than anything and most of all he had missed being inside you. That intimate dance of possessing you - having you cry out against his parted mouth as he sunk to the hilt.

Will...fuck Will...baby you feel so good.

You pick him up from his drop-off point. Your face bare and bright as you run toward him and let him pick you up. He seals his lips to yours - kissing you urgently. The burst of spearmint gum as he claws a hand through your hair to drag you closer.

“Love you,” you gasp as he rearranges his arms - skin pressed to the sweet flesh between the band of your pants and the bottom of your top - lifting you higher and all that heat.

“Car,” he grunts. “Car.”

***

You seem thoroughly shocked by his actions - the insistence of his touch and how he is near-feral with how frantically he’s petting at you.

He’s got you spread out on the backseat of the car - his mouth between your legs as he sucks right over the lace scrap of your panties. Your knees knock together - bucking up into his chin and he soothes you with gentle, gruff sounds - baby baby just let your boy take care of you - i know it’s a lot

You tug at his hair - it’s overgrown enough that you can curl your knuckles around the locks. He hitches the fabric to the side so he can press the flat of his tongue across the seam of your cunt. He laps and laps before latching to your puffy little clit and all the while you tremble and shiver and practically vibrate out of your skin.

“Will,” you moan. “Jesus Christ - I- fuck - I think I’m cumming again.”

He lifts his head - wiping at his chin - as he smiles. “That’s two.”

***

He doesn’t even pause in the doorway when they get home. Benny tries to wrap him in a one-armed hug, but he’s already gone - long-legged strides down the hallway as he yanks you by your wrist.

“Not now, man,” he shouts over his shoulder. “I’ll - we’ll - be out a little later.”

He’ll probably get shit from the guys. But he doesn’t care - can’t care - he had missed you in a way that had torn him up - cracked his ribs - and there had been more than one near-death experience on this last mission. It had been disorganized - too close for comfort.

It had been the first time he had really considered his mortality - at least in years. He had even more people depending on him - worrying over him. It had frightened him a bit and all of that distress was now pumping through his blood - making him want - need - to be as close to you as he could.

He tosses you on the bed and you bounce with it - the mattress squeaking beneath your ass. He falls on top of you as you find his mouth - exploring it with your hot little tongue, clinging to his shoulders and rubbing up against the front of his jeans.

He cups your crotch, thumb nudging your clit - the dripping slit still coated in the evidence of your earlier climaxes. He slides a finger into you - adding another - as you shudder and nip at his bare neck.

“Are you good?” you murmur in between the slot of his tongue and the graze of his teeth. “Not that I’m complaining - oh fuck babe - shit - but - but - are you fine?’

He pauses - his breath knotted in his lungs as his chest heaves. He’s so fucking hard between his legs that he just might bust in his pants like a teenager - like he was back in high school.

He lowers his forehead to yours and you cradle his face - thumb sweeping across his cheek. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah - I just fucking missed you.”

He pops the button on his jeans and you grasp him with the soft circle of your fist. He rolls his hips between your parted thighs - drives the underside of his cock through your folds. He saws his hips in the act of a fuck - holding out - hovering over the edge before you grab his ass so he can fill you to the brim. He stretches you open, screwing his eyes shut because it’s almost too much as he savors the molten warm blossom of your pussy swallowing him down. Your tight tight walls fluttering and yielding and allowing him all the way inside.

“Will,” you cry out and he begins to thrust.

***

He’s got you on your hands and knees - your mouth scraping across the sheets - muffling your moans as he spears you on his cock. The echoing liquid slap of skin to skin and the obscene suck of your ass or cunt taking him again and again.

He squeezes your cheeks before releasing them - digging his fingertips into the flesh and then cracking a palm across the skin to make you gasp and collapse to your elbows. He’s broken by the sight of it: your pussy stretching dark and abused and leaking around the length of him - the tight hole above spasming open as he spreads your ass.

Each stroke of his cock knocks you up the bed - makes you sob and Will can’t fucking help himself when he eases you through it - that’s my good fucking girl - pretty thing - look at your sweet little pussy taking me again and again - you know how often i thought of you while i was gone - how many times i jacked off dreaming about this - thinking about how your cunt looks after i fuck it hard - how you trust me to screw your tight ass - i love you - i love you - fuck i love you

***

It gets to the point where you actually push at his chest - smoothing his brow as you playfully flick his nipple.

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny, Miller?”

He shrugs - rolling onto his back as he takes you with him. You lie flush on top of him - boneless against his slippery body - his golden hair dark with sweat.

“I just - fuck - I missed you. I don’t know,” He skates his fingers across your spine - your waist.

“You said that already,” you point out. You sit up so you can peer down at him suspiciously. “Nothing happened over there, right?”

He bites his lip - eyes locked on a tiny crack in the ceiling - he’d have to fix that. He could lie to you, but you’d smell it out. You know him too well.

“Nothing that I haven’t dealt with before.”

“I’ll get it out of you.”

“Not now?”

“You’ve exhausted me. I don’t have enough brainpower to even complete whole sentences.”

“You’re doing pretty well right now.”

“Oh my god. Ease off. I've just been ripped apart.”

He pauses. "Wait - are you okay? Was I too rough?"

"No - you were perfect."

His chest rumbles beneath your cheek. A flush of pride. He drags his fingers down the crack of your ass - feeling you up. “You want to fuck again?”

“Gimme a sec, Captain.”

His cock jumps - twitching against your inner thigh. “Don’t tease me, baby girl.”

You laugh - reaching towards the nightstand for your phone. It’s dark out now - the blue-purple of evening sealing them together in warm shadows. He has no idea what time it is - what day it is - he only knows the salt of you on his tongue.

The phone’s screen nearly blinds him as you open it up. You blink against it - grimacing. “Wow,” you exclaim. “It’s almost ten.”

“What time did we get home?”

“Like 4.”

He scrubs a hand over his face just as his stomach rumbles. “I guess I could eat.”

“The group chat has been lit af,” you observe - scrolling down the screen. “Frankie is congratulating you on your stamina. Benny has threatened to call 911 four different times since we haven’t answered him - I guess he knocked at some point.” Will rolls his eyes - squeezing your hip tenderly. “Santi - ooooh - Santi ordered us pizza.”

“Fuck yeah,” Will hums as he brushes his lips across your jaw. You scroll lower and scowl.

“What?”

“Benny ate it.”

Will’s eyes widen. “All of it?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck? He did that to spite us.”

“Let’s go raid the fridge then - I’m sure you haven’t had actual food in weeks.”

“You fed me pretty well, babe.”

“Perv.”

***

When they get to the kitchen, there’s an apology note from Ben pressed to the empty pizza box.

Will -

Firstly, I’m sorry I ate the pizza because you were TOO BUSY having animal sex (literally could hear it down the street). Secondly, Please use YOUR room next time, FUCKFACE - or I’m starting an Instagram with your identity and friending all of your old girlfriends. Don't underestimate me - I have it locked and loaded with thirst-trap gym pics and selfies.

Will startles. “Did - was that Benny’s room?”

He’d been pretty blind with desire - too consumed with wanting to be inside you as he stumbled down the hallway. He hadn’t paid attention to the actual surroundings - it did seem way messier than his usual space.

“Will?”

He turns toward you. “Yeah?”

Your brow is knitted as you chew your lip. You narrow your eyes. “How many ex-girlfriends do you have exactly?”

Fuck.

[yellowcabdriver]

will miller nsfw headcanons

pairing: will miller x f!reader

wordcount: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ (minors, don’t interact!), smut, oral (m receiving, f receiving), mentions of anal, masturbation and dp

a/n: hope you’ll enjoy it! nsfw alphabet template courtesy of @fairy-tail-babes 💞

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will is an absolute champion at aftercare and no one can convince me otherwise. No matter how tired you both are, with the stubbornness of a soldier, he will get up, get you cleaned, he will even draw you a bath with bubbles and stuff if you’d like. And after all of these, he will take you to bed and hold you while your head is resting on his broad chest (as he continues to place soft kisses all over you).

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Will is pretty proud of his overall physique. It’s no shame to admit that he (and Benny as well, for that matter) is quite genetically gifted and he also trained hard to get what he has. But if you really need to pick one body part of his it’s definitely his arms. He knows that you love them as well and often catches you – quite obviously, actually – staring at his arms, shoulders and hands (honestly, who can blame you).

As it comes for you, Will obviously says that he loves everything and he isn’t lying. But he definitely favours your breasts. He loves feeling your chest pressed to his, nipples hard against his hot skin, and he loves the way his large palms cover your soft tits when he’s taking you from behind. Despite the fact that Will himself would never admit that (at least out loud), he is a tits man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Will cums a moderate amount, and he is not picky with a place, he will come anywhere you’re comfortable with. Your back, your chest, your face, your belly, your hands, inside of you. However, he has to admit something primal does awaken in him when you let him come in your mouth and – he feels dizzy even thinking about it – when you swallow his load. Whenever that happens, his first instinct is to kiss you, hard and deep, feeling his own salt and tanginess on your tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Will is into anal. Not really a secret, he has shared that with you and if you’re into it, he will be super careful to prepare you well. He’s also rather infatuated with the idea of double penetration – his cock in your pussy, dildo in your ass (or vice versa, again, Will’s not picky).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If there is one thing that William Miller is, it’s experienced. He’s not a green teenage boy, he’s had his share of partners so he is quite skilled and he definitely knows his way around a woman's body. The most important thing that came to him with experience is having patience to learn what his partners liked, listening to their bodies, watching their reactions. Good thing, Will is very observant.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Everything that keeps you close to him (and provides access to groping your boobs, but he’s never gonna admit that out loud). Missionary is great, from behind is great as long as his chest is pressed into your back. Will is very tactile, so when he’s with you he just wants to feel you, have you all over him, to be overwhelmed with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Rather surprisingly, Will enjoys having fun in bed. He’s okay with making jokes and being goofy in bed. He doesn’t joke a lot in the moment, but if you make a joke he’ll laugh. Very often humour helps to lighten the mood and that applies to the bedroom, too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Will tries to keep himself groomed but nothing too crazy. He doesn’t mind hair and would never force you to shave if you don’t want to. He's a big ole pussy lover and genuinely thinks your pussy is beautiful no matter what.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Despite some people (Benny) claiming that Will is a piece of a drywall incapable of human emotions, Will is soft, gentle and loving both inside and outside the bedroom. Yes, he is a low-key person, he doesn’t really talk much and prefers not to be dramatic with his feelings towards you. But that doesn't mean he is emotionally unavailable. Quite the opposite, in bed, Will holds your hands as he eats you out (oh and he LOVES eating you out), covers your body with kisses. Another surprising thing, he praises you a lot (I mean A LOT) and loves to be praised. He is still more tactile than vocal so touching you and loving on you physically is his primary way of saying “I love you”.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation, especially during his military years, was something mundane, a release of pressure. Just a normal guy thing. But now, with you, he has opened up to the world of possibilities. You two tried mutual masturbation and he enjoyed it. He also loves watching you get yourself off – it’s almost embarrassing but he could come in a second just watching you pleasure yourself in front of him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides anal, he’s a bit into domination. It actually comes quite naturally to him but you pushed it to another level when you once called him “Captain”. He got so turned on he fucked you right on the kitchen table. That “Captain” thing made him a truly changed man. Kinda likes semi-clothed sex, to fuck you or eat you out by simply pushing your panties aside. Or just push your tits out of your bra.

Not really a kink, but he gets hard embarrassingly quickly when you wear red lipstick. If you leave lipstick marks on his neck while kissing him… boy oh boy, he’s gonna completely lose it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any time and anywhere – when it comes to having sex with you, Will is down to do it and the location doesn’t matter, he just loves you so much. Besides the comfort of your shared house, Will kinda likes semi-public places. Useless to lie, railing you in his car or having a quickie in a bar bathroom with a risk of being caught or seen is something he lowkey enjoys.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loves hickeys, both getting and giving. The thought alone of having a hickey that you left on him and a hickey that he bit onto your soft skin is enough to get him tight in his pants. Your tits are very much a motivation, he’ll get painfully hard if he catches as much as a glimpse of your cleavage. Also, Will LOVES seeing you in his clothes, he voluntarily gives up his t-shirts and hoodies so you could wear them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will is never, NEVER, going to hit you, slap you, choke you or say anything derogatory to you. No “dirty whore”, “slut” or anything like that, he respects you way too much and that kind of thing doesn’t turn him on at all. Even when he’s rough – you’re face down, ass up, completely fucked out and sex-drunk, barely comprehending the world around you, he’s behind you, mercilessly pounding into your puffy, used up pussy while muttering my sweet girl, gorgeous, my queen, my sun and moon. He never oversteps your boundaries and puts your well-being above anything else. Also, Will is 100% not into daddy kink, he just thinks it’s weird.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will loves oral, both giving and receiving. He loves to get a sloppy and messy blowjob, it just drives him crazy, seeing you on your knees, mouth covered in saliva and his cum. But he also loves when you take your time, go slow and teasing, maybe pushing his cock between your tits, just maybe.

He likes to get messy with eating you out as well. He dives into your pussy like ocean and can easily make you come like 3-4 times with his mouth alone. Loves to have you sitting on his face, doesn’t matter which one of you is in control (mostly him, tho, someone tell this man to let go of his dom personality for a lil bit 🤨). When Will has his tongue all inside your silky folds, nothing matters anymore. He knows his skills, he knows you, so he sets the goal to satisfy you completely and, boy, is he an overachiever.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood. He can do anything, whatever you two feel like doing. If you’re in the mood for rough stuff he will be merciless, pin you down, cover your breasts and neck with hickeys and he will make you come with such an intensity you won’t be able to move. When it’s slow and sensual, he will kiss you all over, hold your hands and he will make you come with such an intensity you won’t be able to move. Either way, his primary objective is to give you as many orgasms as you can handle (and a couple more ;)).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Very open to quickies, would never say no to one if you initiate it. Deep down Will considers himself a little traditional in a way that he prefers to pleasure you properly but he also revels in knowing that he can make you come in a couple of minutes just with his fingers or his mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Will thinks of himself as someone traditional when it comes to sex but he is actually more open-minded than he gives himself credit for. If you initiate something new, he’s prepared to try it out at least once to find out whether it works for you two or not.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Though he is never gonna boast about it, Will can easily go three rounds a night, the stamina of this man is through the freaking roof. The thing is, he’s all about pleasing you, so he can take a few very long and very pleasant hours to worship you (when this man sets a goal, there’s no way of stopping him, and ooh mama, is he efficient).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Will doesn’t own any toys but if you’d like he will get some toys together with you. He will be especially into toys if you suggest something that has anything to do with anal play (insert credit card slamming tiktok video here).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Surprisingly enough, Will can be very much a tease in bed. Sometimes, if he’s in that mood, all he does for hours is edging you until you’re a whimpering mess and can’t say anything else except please, Will, and he lives for these moments.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

In everyday life, Will is not big at talking. In bed, however… your pussy is so good it brings his inner control to nothing. Will often gets so lost in you he’s not able to think straight. It’s just constant praise and dirty talk that sometimes doesn’t even make sense. Even when he is seemingly in control, he can’t help but grunt out my sweet girl, look at you, so beautiful for me, your pussy is perfect, you are perfect. His sounds are quite reserved volume wise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Certified Soft Dom™. Will is a natural dom, 100%. Even when he lets you be in charge, you’re not really in charge because his hands will be gripping your hips or massaging your tits. And when you think tying him up might help – nope! That man is unstoppable and will thrust his hips into you. So one way or another, he is guiding you and honestly, he just can’t help it. You may complain a bit about it but Will isn’t doing it on purpose, that’s an unconscious thing for him. He is a very caring and loving dom, he checks on you even when things get rough, so brace yourself for some contrasting colours in bed. Like Will has you literally FOLDED, you knees to your chest while he is absolutely destroying your cunt and in the middle of this, he will just kiss you on the forehead cause why not.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As part of his excellent physique, Will is also a proud owner of a rather impressive dick. No joke, his dick could be a model or something, that’s how good it looks. Solid nine inches, good girth, stands upright and has an almost artistically looking vein. It took you quite some time to get used to his tool and every time you have sex you swear you can feel his cock in your belly (Will does dick you down good and deep). Despite the fact that you two are going at it with enviable frequency, it stretches you out like it’s your first time (girl, you better get some lube).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Will’s sex drive is rather high. He strongly believes that he is more in control of his little friend and that he’s not some dumb horny teenager. But with you… god, suddenly he IS a dumb horny teenager. You turn him on immensely and if at first he tries to hide that, the more established your relationship, the more he shows you his horny side.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Will might lose himself in you during sex but after that, he’s back to his disciplined self so he would never fall asleep without taking care of you first. Once all is done, he settles you next to him and only then he falls asleep. When sleeping, he needs to be touching you in any way available – if full-on cuddling is not possible, he will at the very least have his hand touching yours.

(can someone get me a will miller please and thank you)

[crazyk-imagine]

William "Will" "Ironhead" Miller

Headcanon

Camping Headcanon

How an Argument Ends Headcanon

Series

Gym Edition

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

May I please request a HC or would include of what dating Will would be like? Please and thank you! ♥️

I woke up early and in a Will mood. :) Also, this is like my favorite gif...the little tongue lick...

Warning: Language, mentions of PTSD, mentions of sexy times. 

My Masterlist 

Dating Will Miller Headcanon 

- Will is careful who he lets close. He was so sure he would marry his ex, he proposed, but then the incident at the grocery store happened, and she left him high and dry. Causing the soldier to shelter what was left of his heart from possible heartbreak. 

- You meet Will and instantly form a kind of bond with each other. You are both quiet and think before you speak. The two of you are almost able to have an entire conversation without saying a word. Your brains already working like one and knowing what the other is thinking. 

- He doesn’t want to lose this friendship with you and struggles with letting his feelings out. So instead he writes you a letter and leaves it on your desk for you to find. When you read it, you run to go find him so you can tell him the truth; you are just as crazy about him.  

- Dating Will is wonderful. He knows everything about you because he listens and observes. It’s what made him such a good soldier. When you come home from work, there are your favorite flowers on your porch; he brings over your favorite food and cuddles you on the couch with your favorite movie—all of this without telling him a single thing. 

- And for a man who knows everything about you, that translates to the bedroom as well. He knows exactly what to do to draw out that blinding pleasure from you. But you give as good as you get, loving to watch his composure snap when you flip him over and ride him or teasing touches against his thigh in the truck. Watching his hands tighten on the steering wheel and his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

- Will loves to remind you how much he loves you. In the little actions, he does around your house. He’s hopeless with fixing anything, but he tries. And it always turns him on when he realizes you are much handier than him and can fix just about anything. “My woman is a warrior; she can do anything,” he praises before pushing you into the wall and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

- The boys and Benny love you. Will always brings you for nights out with the boys, and you love sitting beside him, his arm slung across your shoulders, tracing patterns on your arm. He makes eyes at you across the room when you go to refill the drinks, and it sends a spark of heat between you. 

- Will is a warrior, and you want to share that side of him with you. When you ask for him to teach you how to shoot, he eagerly agrees. Admitting that he worries about you home alone without a weapon. He teaches you everything before he ever puts the gun in your hands, how to take it apart, clean it, and respect for the weapon. And when he takes you to the range, and you watch his arms ricochet from the gun, the power he wields...

- You don’t make it home instead of choosing to fuck him in the darkened parking lot of the range, in the front seat. 

- Benny teaches you some self-defense as a sort of bonding with his brother's girl. You feel pretty confident at the end of the lesson, and it thankfully comes in hand the next time a man chooses to put his hands on you at the bar. Throat punching him and knocking his legs out from under him. The boys watch wide-eyed and open mouth from their table when you walk back over. 

- “Baby, you okay?” Will asks hurriedly, collecting you in his arms. “She’s a fucking warrior Will, aren’t you, honey?” Benny chuckles, and you nod. Will holds you tighter, and you don’t question it when he leaves a few moments later and comes back with a tinge of blood on his knuckles. 

Out of all his brothers, Will has the most noticeable PTSD, and it comes out on occasion. But you don’t scare easily, calling his therapist and going with him to the appointment. You even make a second appointment just for yourself to learn some strategies to help him and notice the signs. 

- The next time he has an episode, you can tell, and you quickly leave the cart in the aisle and usher him out the door, holding his hand and counting. When he gets in the truck, you straddle him in the truck and put his forehead to yours, breathing deep and counting. This time when it’s over, you remind him you love him, and you’re not going anywhere. 

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