#will poulter hc

[chadleys]

rose colored. | will poulter

›› pairing: will poulter x reader

›› wordcount: 3.6k

›› genre: smut, pining, friends to lovers

›› rating: 18+, mdni

›› synopsis: you're an actress who has been friends with will since filming your last project together. you've always had a small crush on him, but seeing him in glasses might be the thing that pushes you to make a move.

›› warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, oral sex.

of course you knew will wore glasses. it was just, he typically wore contacts. in fact, you didn't think you had ever seen him sport an actual pair of glasses since you'd met all those months ago when filming first started.

today, however, you're chatting with your co-stars when will - who's been running late - comes hurrying through the interview room door with his hands held up. ❝ sorry, everyone. i'm here, i'm here. ❞

the rest of the group starts to razz him, especially because he's normally the punctual one, but you're only able to sit and stare.

he's ditched his contact lenses for the day, instead replacing them with a pair of chunky clear frames. your heart flutters, and you've no idea why. to your knowledge, you've never had a thing for men in glasses before. so there really is no reason for the way you're acting, other than that will poulter looks really fucking hot in glasses.

will has made his rounds throughout the room, greeting his old co-stars, and as he reaches you he leans in for his customary hug. but you're still just staring, apparently unable to move with how turned on he's got you with one simple wardrobe change.

❝ are you okay? ❞ he asks, eying you with a small smile. ❝ am i not allowed to hug you? ❞

your face is burning; your cheeks must be beet red by now. hoping he can't tell, you stutter, ❝ no ... i-i mean, yes! of course you can hug me. ❞

with an awkward little laugh, you lean forward to embrace him. he smells as good as you remember, and the hug is full of warmth as he squeezes you, rocking you back and forth for a bit. it's been a while since you've seen each other and though you've been working on a few other projects since then, you were never quite able to forget him. he was always so sweet and polite and just ... darling. you suppose you've always had a bit of a crush on him, but the glasses? the glasses are taking this to a whole other level.

as you reluctantly release will from the hug, he takes his place in the interview lineup.

the cast for this particular project was fairly large, so the interviewer has set you all up in a semi-circle before him. you're dead center, and will is off toward the end of the line, and with that angle you have a clear, dead shot to stare at him the entire time.

and stare you do.

you can barely keep track of the questions and conversations around you, chiming in every once in a while so as not to seem rude, but your focus is almost entirely on will. on his bright eyes, the way his glasses frame them, his dark brows, the contemplative look on his face. the glint of light off his lenses gives his normally ambiguous eyes a sharp green color. fuck, no one has eyes that green. he's so fucking hot.

will meets your gaze suddenly, and grins. he raises his eyebrows questioningly, but you're unable to do anything but stare, open-mouthed, at him. he must think you're a fucking idiot.

as the interview drags on, he glances at you a few more times, smile slowly fading. you hardly realize, though, squeezing your thighs together in your seat, picturing all the things he could do to you, with the glasses or without.

finally, the interviewer wraps things up and as you stand you're waylaid by one of your co-stars. ❝ so, i was thinking, since it's been a while, i'm gonna get the cast together for some drinks after this and catch up. you wanna come? ❞

you give your assent as you're all filtering out into the hallway, and a strong hand catches your arm, giving a gentle squeeze.

it's will, staring down at you through those glasses, and now your underwear are well and truly soaked. ❝ hey. can i talk to you? ❞

you nod, wondering what this could be about as will leads you down the hallway and away from the group.

for a moment, he just stands with his arms crossed, one hand running a thumb slowly over his lower lip. seriously, can he fucking not?

he eventually speaks, with a sigh, ❝ is everything alright? ... have i done something to upset you? ❞

you frown, shaking your head. ❝ no? why would you think i'm upset? ❞ he does not even realize you're the exact opposite of upset right now.

will runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. ❝ you were just ... acting kind of strange. i mean, first you wouldn't even let me hug you. and we always hug, y'know? whenever we see each other. and then, during the interview, i mean. you were giving me that look. i just want to know if i've upset you or made you uncomfortable or something, because if i have i'd love the chance to apologize and make things right. ❞

he's rambling, and it's hard for you to keep track of what he's saying. uncomfortable? upset? if he only knew how badly you want him to fuck you right here in this hallway, he wouldn't be saying all this.

... should you just tell him? honesty is always the best policy, right?

completely unaware of your internal dilemma, will continues, ❝ i know i can come off a bit strong sometimes, and i'm so sorry - ❞

❝ i think you look really hot today, ❞ you cut him off suddenly. ❝ in your glasses. ❞

will inhales sharply, blinking at you. he's so unbelievably cute, it's unnatural. ❝ oh. well. ❞ he clears his throat. ❝ th-thank you, i ... i'm flattered. ❞

trying not to let your hands shake too badly, you shove them in your pockets. ❝ yeah, so. that's why i was staring. i just think you look really nice today. ❞ you shrug in a desperate attempt to seem casual, even though your insides are twisting around themselves and there's a veritable puddle between your legs just from looking at him.

❝ are you coming out? ❞ you ask, gesturing to the retreating backs of your cast members. ❝ for drinks? ❞

❝ o-okay, yeah. ❞ he nods, and you gesture for him to follow you out.

› › ›

you're staring again. fuck, you can't help it.

will is so beautiful, sat across the table from you, nestled between two of your castmates, cheeks flushed from the drink he's nursing.

you yourself are only one drink in, but you might have to call it quits after just this one. the way you're feeling today, there's no telling what you'll do if you get well and truly drunk.

will frequently catches your eye, and at one point he uses his middle finger to slowly slide his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose, which leaves you gasping for air.

❝ jeez, are you okay? ❞ someone beside you asks with a laugh, and you nod, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into the palm of your hand as you continue to ogle will, who hides a grin behind the rim of his glass.

what a cheeky bastard.

› › ›

your front door swings shut after the last of your co-stars and you sigh, leaning back against the hard wood.

will is the only one left, and the longer you spend in the entryway to your apartment, the further you can see him crane his head back from the living room couch to look at you.

he calls your name. ❝ are you coming back? you didn't leave me, did you? ❞

❝ i'm here, ❞ you tell him unsteadily. with measured steps, you make your way back to the living room. standing by the arm of the sofa, you look at him. he looks at you. neither of you says anything, but he does offer the slightest hint of a smile and your heart melts.

❝ something to drink? ❞ even though everything inside of you is screaming at you to jump on him right there on your couch and ravish the everloving hell out of him, your feet somehow manage to ignore all of that and carry you to the kitchen instead.

will hums as you pull the fridge open. ❝ i'll just take a water, thanks. ❞ is that disappointment you hear in his voice?

with a water for him and an iced tea for yourself, you venture back to the living room. water in hand, will takes a sip and then moves to place his glass on the coffee table.

❝ ah-ah, mister, ❞ you reprimand him. ❝ this is a new apartment. ❞ leaning over, you grab two coasters from the pile and set them down for your drinks.

trying to lean back to take a seat, however, you misjudge the distance between will and yourself and find yourself seated half in his lap. ❝ shit, my bad - ❞

when you go to move, however, now embarrassed as hell, you find a strong arm around your waist preventing you from doing so.

you turn to will and find his face incredibly close to yours. your breath hitches in your throat. you seem to have lost the ability to speak.

but that's alright, because will speaks in your place, with a quiet ❝ sorry. ❞

finding your voice, you swallow before muttering, ❝ what for? ❞

will's gaze is on your lips, then your eyes. ❝ well, for that. ❞ he gestures to your drinks on the table. ❝ but also, i realized that when you said i looked nice today ... i didn't say anything back. i didn't tell you you look fucking gorgeous. ❞

❝ are you serious? ❞ you're not sure why you said it like that; you sound so ungrateful.

❝ yeah, ❞ will chuckles. he makes a face. ❝ is that weird? ❞

you shake your head so fast you're afraid you'll get whiplash. ❝ god, no, will ... ❞ unsure what to say next, you realize your hand has somehow found its way to his thigh. with a soft squeeze, it then begins to travel up the length of his jeans, over the hem of his shirt. the delicate cotton rides up and your thumb brushes against the warm skin of his lower abdomen, but he doesn't stop you. drifting further still, your palm cups up and over his shoulder, his neck, until your fingers are cradling his ear, and your nails click against the plastic of his glasses. ❝ i mean ... only as weird as me thinking these are seriously the hottest things i've ever seen in my life. ❞

not wanting him to get the wrong idea, you stumble over your next words. ❝ i mean, you're hot all the time. there's just something about the glasses, y'know? you never wear them, it's ... something new, i guess. ❞

will's fingers are playing with the ends of your hair, a bemused smile stretching his lips. ❝ you never told me you thought i was hot. ❞

❝ i was nervous, ❞ you admit, and the heel of your hand slips down so you can cradle his neck. ❝ y'know, what if ... what if you weren't interested? ❞

without hesitation, will answers, ❝ i'm interested. ❞

you make the most embarrassing noise and lean swiftly in, but will's hand is planted on your shoulder, pushing you away.

❝ shit, sorry. i won't - ❞ your hand has fallen from his neck, but will's palm is there, catching it against his chest. you can feel his heart hammering away beneath.

❝ you're okay, ❞ he soothes you, sitting up straighter so that he's towering over you as he normally does.

❝ i want to be the one to kiss you. ❞

breathless, you nod, waiting patiently.

he rewards you with a thumb sweeping across your lips, both of his large hands cradling your jaw, fingers sinking further into your hair so that he can drag you closer.

it's easy for him to do so, strong as he is, but it's not like you wouldn't have gone willingly anyway.

your lips meet gently at first, the kiss growing more fervent as your bodies melt together. one of your hands is still braced on his broad chest, the other hanging onto his wrist, afraid to let go. he makes you feel so safe.

at one point your nose bumps the bridge of his glasses and you break from him with a gasp.

❝ what's wrong? ❞ he asks, and you're glad to hear that he's as breathless as you are.

❝ mm, nothing. just ... ❞ you squeeze your legs together, wondering if you should again just tell him the truth. hell, you already did once and it paid off. ❝ you're making me really fucking horny. ❞

his face goes red at that, and his gaze flickers toward your bedroom. ❝ d'you want to ... ? ❞

› › ›

in your room, he lays you carefully on the bed, teeth worrying over the side of your neck. there's going to be a rather nasty hickey there tomorrow and you couldn't care less.

he pulls back just long enough to get a hand between the two of you and starts to rub slow, gentle circles over your shorts. his mouth back on your neck, teeth tugging at your earlobe, he mumbles, ❝ i wanna put my mouth down there. ❞

those words are enough to make your vision go black. it's been so long since you've been touched like this, let alone by someone as hot as this, your brain doesn't know how to react.

❝ is that okay? ❞ he queries, and you can feel his smile against your neck.

❝ fuck yes, will, of course it's okay. ❞

when he leans back, there's a devious look on his face. ❝ shall i leave the glasses on? ❞

truthfully, it doesn't matter to you whether he keeps the glasses on or takes them off right now, but you can't deny how cute it's going to be watching him go down on you with them on, so you nod. ❝ please, ❞ is your answer.

will kisses his way down your body, rucking your shirt up so he can kiss and nip at your stomach, before hooking his fingers into your shorts and pulling. he takes your underwear with them at the same time before gently spreading your thighs with his large hands.

❝ fuck, ❞ he moans, eyes going wide at the sight of you. ❝ how long have you been this wet? ❞

❝ since you came into the room and i saw those fucking glasses, fuck! ❞ the last half of your sentence is a garbled mess because will's long, thick fingers have started slipping through your folds, spreading your wetness, working tight, glossy circles over your clit.

❝ god, i have to get my mouth down there. ❞

wasting no more time, he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around the tops of your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed so he can give one long, slow lick from right at your entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit. ❝ fuck, baby ... d'you even know how good you taste? ❞

your head thrown back against the pillows, fingers knotted in the sheets, you nod.

will chuckles, warm breath ghosting over your clit. ❝ you do, do you? ❞ he teases.

❝ i-i mean, no. i don't ... i think you should have another taste, and tell me how good it is. ❞

apparently thinking you're right, will dives back in with abandon. his lips and tongue make you squirm, rubbing your body along your cool, crisp sheets. realizing your shirt is still on, you rip it off and press your breasts together, rubbing and kneading.

when he decides to add a finger, your head shoots up and you stare down at him, your chest heaving. ❝ you gotta stop or i'm gonna cum. ❞

❝ already? ❞ he huffs a laugh, finger pumping slowly inside of you.

❝ sorry, 'm not normally this easy, i promise. ❞ a flush crawls its way up from your chest and over your neck. ❝ you're just so hot, and those glasses ... ❞

will shushes you, skirting a comforting thumb over your hip. ❝ you don't have to apologize, my love. i quite like it, it's ... flattering. ❞

your chest is heaving with the effort it takes to pull yourself back from the edge.

will pulls his finger from inside of you and sucks the taste of you off, coming to brace himself above you again.

before he can do anything, though, you're tugging at the bottom of his shirt. ❝ you have entirely too many clothes still on. ❞

you work to divest him of his clothes, and you gasp seeing his cock spring free from his briefs. ❝ you're big, ❞ is all you manage to say, which. what did you expect? the man's 6' fucking 3".

❝ i'll be gentle, ❞ he whispers, dipping his head to kiss your chest. ❝ d'you have a condom? ❞

shit, of course you don't. you haven't been in a relationship recently, been too wrapped up in thoughts and memories of will to want anyone else, so condoms aren't something you've had to think about. ❝ uh, no. but ... ❞ you shrug, hoping he knows that means you don't fucking care about protection when it comes to him.

❝ you're sure? ❞

❝ positive. ❞

his response is a lingering kiss to your forehead that makes your entire body flood with warmth.

when he lines himself up at your entrance, you grasp onto his arms for support. your pussy is already pulsing, trying to draw him in, and your knees tremble where they're pressed to his sides.

keeping true to his word, he doesn't start to push so much as roll his hips forward, letting just the head of his cock sink in, then another half inch and another. it feels so good you gasp for air like a drowning woman, and will kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

❝ i'm all the way in, ❞ he mutters, breaking the silence in the room with his mouth pressed to your chin.

your walls flutter around him and you make this strange hiccupping sound that makes you want to crawl in a hole and die.

❝ everything feel okay? ❞ will checks in, and you bite your lip hard, nails still dug into his arms.

❝ y-yeah ... if you could just ignore all the sounds i make from now on, that'd be great. ❞

will laughs, not unkindly, and mumbles, ❝ sorry, but there's no chance of that. ❞

and he starts to move, spearing through all your defenses, hips meeting yours with what starts as mild urgency and soon devolves into utter abandon as your pussy absolutely creams around him. you don't know if his dick is just made for you or what, but it's hitting all the right spots, making you see stars. which is pretty shitty, considering all you really want to see right now are his eyes through those fucking glasses.

❝ close, ❞ you gasp at some point, drawing him down by the back of his neck.

he nods, just resting his nose against yours, the frames of his glasses cold against your brow. ❝ me too. ❞ his voice is more measured than yours, though not by much.

you clear your throat, fingers carding through his copper hair, tugging lightly. ❝ inside? please? ❞

❝ you're on birth control? ❞

haven't had to think about that recently either. shit. ❝ uh, no. but, ❞ you say again, with another shrug.

will laughs harder this time, nudging his nose against your cheek. ❝ you're sure? ❞

your answer is the same as last time. ❝ positive. ❞

❝ i'll wait for you, ❞ will mutters, but his breathing is ragged and his arms are shaking and it's so obvious he's trying to hold himself back.

knowing he's so close to cumming, to giving you everything, is enough to push you over the edge. ❝ it's like. right now. ❞

both of you gasp at the same time, his cock starting to pulse, your cunt doing the same, drawing him in and taking greedily as he gives eagerly. hot, sticky cum floods into you as will kisses you, both of you gasping, licking into each others' mouths, bodies rocking together as you shake apart.

when you've done this with others, the comedown is always kind of awkward, picking yourselves up, getting dried off, saying your goodbyes.

but with will, it's perfect. still twitching inside of you, he slips to lay half on top of you, lips pressed to your shoulder as you continue to pet his hair. his eyelids flutter, and his breath comes hot and heavy against your skin. he must be so jetlagged after the flight from england.

he mumbles something you don't quite catch.

❝ hm? ❞ you can't seem to stop rubbing your legs against his.

❝ can i take the glasses off now? ❞ he asks a bit more clearly.

you hum, gazing down at him gazing sleepily up at you. your fingers dance along the edge of his ear again, toying with the hard plastic of the glasses.

❝ only if you agree to stay the night. ❞

he looks at you incredulously. ❝ how could i leave? and miss the chance to do that again. thanks, i'll stay. ❞

with a laugh, you finally take the glasses off for him and seal your lips to his.

#will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #my writing

[willxgallysimp]

wills the type of guy to call you a whore for his cock while fucking you, then call you his sweet girl during aftercare.

sorry not sorry

#will poulter #will poulter hc

[blvdybunnyclaws]

tumblr sexyman? no! tumblr sillyman ❤️

#blvdybunnyclaws #gravity falls #bill cipher #kryptos #gravity falls fanart #bill cipher fanart #i'm so normal about him #the dude. the guy ❤️ #typically i hc that he doesn't swear #but i thought that will poulter video was too funny #kryptos is his bestie that he bullies

[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #sotwk fancast #lotr #tolkien #tolkien oc #lotr oc #lord of the rings #greenwood the great #thranduil #thranduilion #mirkwood elves #gondor #rohan

[greenorangevioletgrass]

I’m so blessed to have reached 4.5k(!) followers this Eid holiday! I remember celebrating a 200-follower milestone on Eid a couple years ago and it’s.. wow. Look how far we’ve come, huh? Thank you so much for joining me on these endless shenanigans, and i hope you continue on this crazy journey with me! 💕

and speaking of shenanigans, let’s get into some fun ones, shall we?

send me asks of:

🌙 fluffy, eid-themed/muslim!reader hc’s/blurbs/concepts! (no angst pls)

🍽 your favorite holiday food and traditions, eid or otherwise!

🌻 give me a song and I’ll tell you a fanfic idea and who’s the character!

⛲️ time to break the fast. send smutty thoughts lol

🤩 ykw, while we’re at it, let’s do general actress!reader things too what the hell lol

or about anything at all! sleepover games like fmk, cyma, would you rather, or just mindless gabbing away!

i’m taking reqs for peter parker, will poulter, steven grant, marc spector, bruce wayne, but im open to others! <3

sleepover commences from May 2 - May 5!

tagging @tommysparker @silkholland @herondales-and-heartstopper @dualupa @inklore @mothdruid @waspswidows @blue-aconite @spnbarnes​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @cumholland​ @skyebounded​ and everyone is welcome to join! hope to see you there!

#4.5k eid sleepover #muslim!reader #actress!reader #let's do thisss!!!

[thewisebyers]

That’s ‘The Ex-Boyfriend’? (Will Poulter Imagine)

Prompt: “I'd love a will imagine where he meets the readers ex bf” - anon Will Poulter x reader requested?: yes warning: shitty ex boyfriend word count: 1k+

Your last relationship had ended months ago and it was not on good terms. You had just gotten your big break and you had to travel for filming. Your boyfriend at the time didn’t understand that and he always tried to take the blame out of you. He would constantly get mad at you during phone calls or FaceTimes, telling you that you were just trying to avoid him when really you just wanted to sleep because of the different time zones. You tried. You really did. You tried to make it work. You would constantly text him while you weren’t working and tried to stay up to FaceTime him whenever he wanted. Looking back at it, you wondered why you had put up with it and just cut the ties yourself.

But he had been the one to break up with you. Over text. But not just any text. Oh no. He texted you a picture of him making out with his new fling. You had been so distraught, you had played sick for a couple of days until you had to go back for filming. Between takes, you would just go back to your trailer until the next scene. It wasn’t until your co-star, Will Poulter, asked you to join him for lunch that you started to feel better. He had told you how he had noticed you suddenly locking yourself away and wanted to make sure you were okay. You had become great friends after that.

“Let’s get lunch,” Will said from the couch. He was spread out, scrolling through his phone. You laid on your fuzzy rug on the ground beside him, doing the same. You had invited him to your apartment to hang out and all the two of you had done so far was scroll on your phones and ignore each other. It was pretty comfortable, the two of you. He was your best friend and you had gone through quite a bit together. There was the disaster moment at The Golden Globes where your dress ripped in the back and he gave you his suit jacket to cover it up. There had been the potential new girlfriend that hadn’t worked out, schedules had been too conflicting. He had pulled you out of your funk after your ex-boyfriend broke your heart.

You felt a small crush forming for your best friend but you weren’t going to act on it. You still had trust issues from your ex, not that Will would ever do that to you, but you couldn’t afford to give your heart away again. Plus, who knew if he even saw you in that light. You were just in no place to take that risk. So, he was your best friend. And only that. Of course, dating rumors had sparked but the two of you shot those down dozens of times.

“What do you want?” You don’t look up from your phone, instead, hitting like on someone’s Instagram picture. You weren’t too hungry but you could eat. It sure beats spending all of your time stuck in your home. “I’m not picking.”

“I could go for a toasted cheese sandwich,” he looks away from his phone to you. “Or what you Americans call a ‘grilled cheese’.”

“You Americans?” you scoff, sitting up from your spot. “Yes, I would love a grilled cheese.” You could easily make one with the supplies you have at home, but you were guessing that Will was tired of being cooped up. You stand up from your spot and hold out your hand for Will to take. “Come on, lazy ass. Let’s go.” You grab your phone and purse before following Will out the door and locking it behind you.

You were walking beside Will, laughing at one of his jokes. You had just finished your meal and decided to go for a walk. That’s when you spotted him, your ex, walking in your direction. You prayed to God that he didn’t see you. You pulled Will to the side, in front of a shop, and tried to hide behind him. He was tall so you hoped it would do you some good. “Did he see me?”

“What? Did who see you?” He looked at you, confusion written across his face. He looked around, trying to find a familiar face. But he had never seen your ex, no pictures, nothing. You hadn’t even described him. “Y/N, love, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N?” a voice came from a short distance away. Shit, he had seen you. He had tried to contact you a couple of times since the breakup, trying to get back with you after seeing you happier and how successful you were becoming. His voice brought back so many memories; some good, some bad. Mostly bad now that you were recalling your time spent together. “I thought I saw you,” he said once he got closer. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has,” you say, stepping out from behind Will, your hand locked onto his wrist. You were ready to sprint at any moment.”What are you doing in Los Angeles?” Last time you checked, which in your defense was months ago, he still lived in your hometown.

“Just moves here a few months ago,” he shrugged. He turns his attention to Will, holding out his hand. “I saw the movie you and Y/N did together, you did a good job.” Will, being the gentleman that he is, shakes his hand but doesn’t say anything in return. It’s quiet for a moment before your ex points between the two of you. “So,” he pauses. “Are you two together?”

You’re about to say something before Will speaks up instead, “So what if we are? It’s nobody’s business but our own.” You move your hand from his wrist into his hand to further the point. You look up towards Will as he waits for your ex-boyfriend to say something. He doesn’t, so the two of you continue on your walk.

“Thanks,” you say softly. “That meant a lot to me.”

“I’m just going to take a wild guess here and assume that was the horrible ex-boyfriend from months ago.” You nod. “Really?” You nod again. “He doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Oh? And what’s my type?”

He pulls you off to the side so you aren’t blocking anyone’s way. “Hopefully me,” he says, a blush forming on his face. His eyes are searching your face for a reaction. All you can do is smile and roughly smash your lips against his.

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[dedeimagines]

would u be willing to write dirty will poulter hc’s? If not its ok!! Hes over 18

yeah sure!! thats fine!!!

#thirsty thursday

[chadleys]

Giving Will head where he can just lay back and relax with his hands in your hair praising you plsss

❝ look at me, my love. ❞

it's embarrassing, meeting his gaze with your mouth full of his cock. but you still do it, because he asked. at this point, you'd probably commit grand larceny if will poulter asked you to.

your eyes are brimming with tears, which is probably why he brushes your hair back from your face and mutters, ❝ fucking gorgeous ... ❞

if you're ' fucking gorgeous, ' you have absolutely no words to describe him. lower lip caught between his teeth, eyes glazed over, russet hair mussed against his pillow. his chest is glistening with sweat as he rolls his hips gently up, pushing past your gag reflex.

the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and your fingers scrabble for purchase on his thigh.

❝ good girl. ❞

it doesn't take him long after that to cum down your throat.

#will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #ask #anon #will poulter x reader

[chadleys]

Will talking you through an orgasm. I want him to eat me out so baddd

imagine his cheek pressed to your inner thigh, mouth absolutely dripping with your juices from where he'd been eating you out just a moment ago.

now three of his long, thick fingers are plunging into you as you whine and grind down against them.

❝ that's it, angel, that's it. you look so beautiful right now, my love. i want you to cum for me ... i need it, need to see you lose control. ❞

his deep voice reverberating up your body is what eventually tips you over the edge, will's lips back to sucking on your sensitive clit as you come undone.

#oof he's so hot #will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #ask #anon

[chadleys]

Best friends to lovers trope with will omggg. Black cat reader and golden retriever will. And she has her first time with him and she’s just really quite and nervous and will keeps and sending little praises while she’s on his lap and she’s so small compared to him I mean this dude is 6’3, it’s just so soft and vanilla type

it really is a miracle that you've been friends with will for so long. he's so sweet and outgoing and optimistic and you're ... markedly less so.

it's even more of a miracle that you're currently in his lap riding him after 15 years of friendship.

will is staring at you with stars in his eyes for some reason, which makes your walls flutter around him as you huff and cross your arms.

❝ why're you looking at me like that? ❞

❝ i just ... i can't believe you're here, on top of me, looking like this. looking at me like this. ❞ his hands grip your waist reflexively.

you make a face and lean in to rest your chest against his. ❝ you make it sound like you're ugly or something. ❞

will also makes a face, one of apparent self-deprecation.

❝ oh, shut up! ❞ you slap at his shoulder, tilting your face up to press your lips against his jaw. he shudders, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. ❝ you're fucking beautiful, william. ❞

when will replies, it sounds like he's barely holding himself together. ❝ if you say so. ❞

in response, you start to move your hips achingly slow over him, and will falls apart so easily for you.

#will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #ask #anon

[chadleys]

i want will to make me squirt

BRUV!!!!

like. two of his big fingers inside of you, pressing against that sensitive spot. his other hand on your stomach, holding you down. because you're trying to squirm away, but at the same time it feels so fucking good.

your face all red and splotchy as you gasp, ❝ will! i think ... i think - ❞

will just grins, starts stroking his fingers even harder inside of you. ❝ c'mon, baby. you can do it - squirt for me, i wanna feel it. ❞

and when you do, your entire body goes taut like a bowstring and will coaxes you so sweetly through it, his forearms absolutely drenched in your squirt hnnng

#i'm wet #thanks #will poulter smut #will poulter #will poulter hc #ask #anon

[chadleys]

i just KNOW that will eats it like a man starved

it's absolutely his favorite thing, feeling your thighs shaking against his shoulders as he buries his face against you.

even after you've cum and are trying to squirm away, he just tightens his hold and keeps you in place, wanting to drink his fill.

and if you're a squirter? shiiiiit, good luck getting that man to ever leave the bedroom. he will become addicted to you.

#will poulter hc #will poulter #will poulter smut #ask #anon

[chadleys]

angry sex with will like idk what he’d be mad about, maybe he had a bad day. but like i want him to be rough with me

❝ ... and he was being a total fucking dickhead about it! ❞ will slams a hand on the table, and everything on top rattles. he runs a hand through his hair and fixes you with an apologetic look. ❝ i'm so sorry, love. i don't mean to take this out on you, it was just so unbelievably frustrating. ❞

not knowing how he'll react, but knowing you have to try, you reach across the space between you and clutch his thigh. ❝ it's okay, babe. maybe i want you to take it out on me. ❞

-

approximately two minutes later will is throwing you on the bed, ripping your clothes off, gripping your hair and pulling it back to expose your throat. he bites at your neck, no doubt leaving a mark that'll last for a couple days.

eventually he has you on your hands and knees, holding your hips in a harsh grip as he pounds into you.

your eyes are rolled all the way back in your skull, fingers grasping desperately at the sheets as will just fucking uses you. ❝ t-tell - ❞ you fumble over your words, your mind jumbled with the sinful noises will is making behind you. ❝ tell me how good i feel. ❞

will doesn't hesitate, just leans down over you with a hand suddenly around your throat and growls, ❝ you feel so fucking good, baby. ❞

#will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #ask #anon

[chadleys]

i have a feeling will is REALLY into morning sex

you're so right, that really comfortable romantic early morning glow is something he lives for.

the opportunity to make you feel good first thing in the morning is not something he can pass up either.

between rolling over to spoon you and press his morning wood against the back of your thigh and dipping under the covers to go down on you while you're barely awake, you will not CATCH this man missing sex in the morning with you!

#will poulter #will poulter hc #will poulter smut #ask #anon

[chadleys]

Lazy mornings with will. Him having to grab you out of but so you guys can drink coffee and watch the news together

you're clinging to him with a groan as he practically drags you to the edge of the bed.

❝ babe, c'mon. it's a beautiful day. ❞ will gestures to the traitorous sun streaming through the bedroom window. ❝ you don't wanna waste it, do you? ❞

❝ i do, ❞ you grumble with a cheeky grin. ❝ as long as it means i can stay in bed and hump you all day. ❞

you swear will's dick just jumped in the confines of his boxers. but he just gives you a good-natured smile and starts backing away toward the door. ❝ well, i'm going to enjoy some tea and breakfast. if you want your usual favorite, i suppose you'll find the energy to get up and join me, yes? ❞

your ' favorite ' happens to be a steaming cup of coffee and will's specialty pancakes. the idea has you leaping out of bed and sprinting down the hallway ahead of him, will's laughter echoing off the walls.

#will poulter #will poulter hc #ask #anon