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Sure I can have a request! How about a Will fluff about the first time it clicked on him that he was in love, like two? Months? Of dating and boom! He just knows.

Or what kind of mood are you in? Like angst, fluff, anger?

I Love You- WillNE Fluff/some angst

Will Lenney wasn’t new to love, he had experienced it a couple of times before. But even still this had blind sided him completely.

It started with Tinder, like all great love stories of this generation. At first Will didn’t really think much of it, there was some good back and forth with messages, you had a couple of bits in common and after a couple of weeks he took you out for a drink. Neither of you had laughed so much on a date.

It was almost two months since that first date and neither you or Will had experienced anything like this. You hated being apart from each other, you slept over at each other’s places often and now you were finally going home after three consecutive nights.

“Do you have to go?” Will asked pouting as he leaned against the door frame.

“I have to go to work Will, and I don’t fancy having to do the old inside out trick with my pants,” you joked to him giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Let me know when you get home safe.”

“I always do. Why are you acting like we’re never going to see each other ever again? You’re coming to my mates birthday on Thursday right?”

“Yeah but it’s Monday,” he whined.

“You can come over Wednesday night?” You suggested and his demeanour lifted.

“I was counting on it. See you soon.” He pulled you into one final kiss, one with purpose, that was trying to convince you to stay and it could have worked but your head won over and you eventually but reluctantly said goodbye.

After he closed the door Will sauntered over to the sofa and let out a big sigh as he flopped down. The flat felt quiet without your giggles, your soft snores even though you denied it was you, something falling out of your clumsy hands as you cured in the cutest way. Will laughed to himself as he thought about your accident prone tendencies, he missed that. He wanted your laugh, your shampoo smell, your eyes when you spoke about something you were passionate about and the reaction you had when he did the same.

Will’s train of thought stopped at that point, you had only known each other for two months and here he was sitting here ruminating all these things he admired about you, missing you so much his heart physically ached when you had only been gone for less than ten minutes? Why was this?

He thought.

He was in love.

No he couldn’t be, that was silly it hadn’t been that long.

But he had been in love before he knew the feeling and he also knew he hadn’t felt like this about anyone else before.

Oh he was in trouble.

When Wednesday night rolled around Will was nervous, he had been racking his brains the past couple of days trying to figure out what he was going to do. He’d come to the conclusion he was hopelessly in love, and there was nothing he could do about it. What he wasn’t sure of however was if he had the strength and confidence to tell you yet. It had been only two months, he knew it was too soon and didn’t want to scare you away. If the tables were turned he would have freaked out for sure and he sure as hell couldn’t talk to his friends about this. Except maybe James but he was on tour.

When you opened the door to your flat still in your work clothes, cheeks flushed but smile on your face. Will’s heart thumped wildly oh boy he was seriously in trouble.

“Man am I so glad you’re here, it’s been one of those days.” You embraced him, Will took in the scent of your hair and went a little bit rigid. He couldn’t stop feeling like he just wanted to blurt out his love for you. This was going to be a lot harder then he had anticipated.

Will started to second guess everything he did, the way he held you, was it too long? When you had sex, was he too loving? You noticed it and he was aware, you kept asking him if he was okay and he just nodded and said he was but you couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.

The following day it was your friends birthday party and it was the first time Will would be meeting your friends en masse. The unease was crawling beneath his skin like static, this was now two performances he would need to put on.

“Are you sure you’re okay with coming?” you ask, glancing at him in the mirror as you fix your earrings. He’s perched on the edge of the bed, scrolling idly through his phone, his jaw set in that way you’ve come to recognise as stubborn detachment.

“Yeah,” he says without looking up. “It’ll be fine.”

Fine. That’s all he gives you. Not fun, not I can’t wait to meet them, not even a smile. Just fine, he’s said the word fine so many times over the past twenty-four hours it had began to lose all meaning. You swallowed the irritation prickling at the back of your throat and finish getting ready.

The bar was crowded, a blur of noise and laughter and clinking glasses. Your friend practically tackles you in a hug when she sees you, you dropped Will’s hand immediately, you introduce him, and your friend hugged him too which took him aback a little, when she pulled away he simply gave a polite smile, and nod. Mumbling a very quick happy birthday, you went to search for his hand again but he pulled away, you frowned but decided not to push it and instead joined your friends with Will following behind quietly.

You spent the evening going between groups of friends; laughing at stories of date disasters, , catching up with faces you haven’t seen in months. Every so often you glance at Will, standing a little apart, nursing his drink and checking his phone. He spoke when he was spoken to and was polite but that was it, as though he’s ticking off a social obligation rather than sharing the evening with you. There was no enthusiasm, nothing which attracted you to him in the first place, he was dull, muted.

At one point, your friend, well on her way to drunk leant close, whispered into your ear, “Your boyfriend’s… quiet, isn’t he?”

You forced a laugh. “He’s just shy.”

Except you know that’s not really true. Will wasn’t shy. He’s loud, sarcastic, quick with a joke when he wants to be. But not tonight. Tonight he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, and no matter how many times you brushed his hand or nudged his arm, he never closed the distance.

You got annoyed and eventually you just decided to ignore him and try to have fun but it just kept on niggling at you, by the time you’re leaving the party, it feels like a knot in your chest.

The Uber home was silent and back at your flat, the silence and tension was incredibly thick. You thew your bag onto the sofa, slip your shoes off with a frustrated kick. Will sets his jacket down with infuriating calm, as though nothing is wrong, as though you had’t been silently screaming at him all night.

“You barely said two words the entire evening,” you snapped before you can stop yourself, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What?” He looked up at you, expression on his face you couldn’t quite read.

“You just stood there. Acting like you didn’t even want to be there. Do you know how that looks? To me? To my friends?”

He exhales, long and heavy. “I was there, wasn’t I? I came with you.”

“That’s not the same as being present, Will.” You cross your arms, heat rising in your cheeks. “It’s like you didn’t even want to be with me.” You stood there with your arms folded but he doesn’t answer. The silence grates, feeling heavy.

“Say something,” you demand.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he mutters finally, running a hand through his hair.

The frustration burst out of you. “I want you to act like you actually like me!”

The words hung in the air, crueller than you meant them to be. His head snapped up, eyes wide, and for a moment you thought he was going to shout, he looked angry for a second but instead his facial expression softens, he frowned.

“Is that what you think? That I don’t like you?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore!” Your voice cracked. “You’ve been so distant since yesterday Will. You’ve not been yourself but you won’t tell me what’s wrong so I’m stood here wondering if I’m imagining it all. If maybe you’re regretting this. If maybe two months was enough and you’re just too bloody polite to say it.”

“You think I’m distant because I don’t care?” His voice is sharp now, cutting through the air. “You think I’d waste my time if I didn’t?”

“Then what is it?” Your chest is heaving. “Because I’m not a mind reader, Will. If you feel something, say it. If you don’t, then—”

“I love you.”

The words crash into the room, he’s shocked he said them. For a second, you’re sure you misheard.

“What?”

“I love you, alright?” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable in a way you’ve never heard before. “I know it’s only been two months, and I know it’s too soon, and I was terrified if I said it you’d run a mile. So I’ve been holding it in, trying not to scare you off, trying to play it cool. But it’s eating me alive. That’s why I’ve been weird. That’s why I’ve been distant. Because I feel too bloody much and I don’t know what to do with it.”

The air between you hums with the force of his words. He’s standing rigid, fists clenched at his sides, like he’s braced for you to laugh, to recoil, to break his heart.

Your own breath comes shaky, your body trembled with the sudden weight of it all. Two months. Two months, and he’s looking at you like you held the whole world in your hands.

“You love me?” you whisper.

His shoulders slump, his eyes searching yours with a desperation that makes your heart ache. “Yeah. I do. And it’s terrifying. Look I know okay it’s too fast but I’m obviously not good at hiding ma feelin’s,” you could tell how honest he was being as his Geordie accent came out swinging.

You took it all in for a few seconds, he was right it was quick but as you looked at him you melted, he always made you melt. You had told yourself from the very beginning this had to the potential to be something real and you wholeheartedly believed that, obviously he did too.

You step closer, your hands trembling as you reach for him. His breath hitched when your palms pressed to his chest.

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured blinking back the sting of tears. “A complete idiot.”

“Probably,” he admitted, a broken laugh escaping.

You tilted your face up, and before either of you can overthink it, his mouth finds yours. The kiss was desperate, messy, raw, full of all the words neither of you could say until now. A proper make up kiss full of sorrys and the tiniest bit of resentment still as it melted away. His hands gripped your waist like he’s terrified you’ll vanish and leave him, he’s surprised you haven’t yet and you clung to him just as tightly giving him the message you weren’t going anywhere.

When you finally pull back, foreheads pressed together, your chest is heaving but lighter somehow, the knot in your chest undone.

“I can’t say it now, but I promise you it’s coming.”

“Only if I stop being an idiot ey?” He suggested laughing a little, you kissed him again in agreement.

#willne #william lenney #willne x reader

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insomniac4000 · 8 days ago

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Sex Tape- ChrisMD

You leave your phone on a plane, private videos are leaked SMUT MDNI

“Ah I wondered when you two were going to make an appearance,” George commented sitting at the breakfast bar eating some eggs with his girlfriend.

“It’s too early for your joke George,” Chris muttered as he moved about the kitchen effortlessly. It was like a routine now, tea for him, coffee for you.

“What did I say?” George asked, his tone a little defensive.

“It was your tone George,” Chris replied spooning too many sugars into his tea, you made a mental note to talk to him about that later.

“There was no tone!”

“There was,” you chimed in sitting on the breakfast bar. This was a common occurrence, all because of two incidents. The first was when you and Chris thought you were alone in the flat but George and Arthur came back from their night early and ended up hearing EVERYTHING. Thus began the running joke that you and Chris had a very colourful and satisfied sex life. Just as this started to cool down incident two occurred.

It was the first time you had been on a trip with the boys, to the lake district for walks, country pubs and meeting Chris’s parents. Unfortunately, one morning Arthur Frederick came bursting into the room while you and Chris were having some morning sex.

The jokes ramped up again after that, it took Arthur until just recently to be able to look you in the eye again after seeing a lot more than he bargained for.

Since then it was joke after comment, the thing was they weren’t wrong. You and Chris did enjoy a very healthy sex life, you were both quite experienced and that coupled with your “try anything once” attitude meant you and him had a fruitful sex life.

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to rumours either; as a model and TV presenter you were used to all sorts. The footballer and the first musician were true but that actor and the F2 driver? Absolute falsehoods. You tried to play the game at times but also pulled back and wanted privacy at others, your whole life wasn’t plastered all over social media that wasn’t you. But people, and the press could be relentless and you and Chris found yourselves in a situation where you had to our yourselves before you were outed.

The kitchen fell silent, you sipped your coffee making small talk with Yaz munching on your overnight oats. The two of you had a lot in common so got on although you had only meet a handful of times.

“I hope we’re still like that in a few months,” Yaz told you. She had caught you looking over the kitchen at Chris, a soft smile on your face as you watched his movements, no one had made your heart swell like this.

“You’re the one who’s being whisked away on a romantic weekend!” You replied and Yaz blushed a little. Arthur was working that weekend so you and Chris were going to be home alone for the first time in a while and you were looking forward to it. Chris had promised you that the pair of you were going to be doing something special.

When the weekend rolled around you were very excited. You had a shoot during the day with one of your favourite brands and as soon as you finished you jumped in a car as soon as you could. You gave the driver a generous tip as always before bounding up the stairs. Chris, who was waiting for you and knew you were on your way opened the door before you had a chance to knock.

“Hello you,” you kissed him, not being able to stop yourself. Chris kicked the door shut.

“Heels off,” he demanded and you giggled slipping out of them, you and Chris were the same height so you towered over him in heels and it always made him feel a little bit self conscious.

“I have a surprise for you,” he mumbled on your lips, you stood up straight again, that had gotten your attention.

“Follow me.” Hr grabbed your hand and led you to his bedroom, you glanced around it and at first it all looked pretty normal until you saw his tripod and camera by the end of his bed, the light was red.

“What that’s on?” you asked him.

“You’re about to go to Paris for a week and when you were in New York I barely coped, I thought we could give us both something to remember us by?” Chris’s face was full of mischief. Neither of you had ever done anything like this before, usually you would have a lot of questions but the way he was standing there biting his bottom lip, blue shirt clung to his shoulders you could only think about one thing, so you kissed him as you pushed him onto the bed.

Clothes came off quickly, Chris ‘s hands shaking slightly as he undid the buttons on your blouse.

“God you’re so beautiful,” Chris whispered kissing you chest. Your took your bra off and he took one of your breasts in his mouth and sucked at first before gently biting down causing you to moan, he knew how much you loved nipple stimulation.

You weren’t sure if he was playing up to the camera a little bit or not but whatever it was, you loved it. He was obviously desperate to please and wanted to try and take control at least for a little bit. As soon as you were both naked he pulled you with strength you didn’t know he had, grabbing your waist and holding you in place with you on all fours. He entered you from behind sharply, barely giving you time to register before he started pounding in and out.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Just take me,” Chris replied gruffly cutting you off. You just nodded and glanced up, seeing the reflection of you two in the camera and you had to admit, it looked pretty hot.

One thing Chris was known for both in and outside the bedroom and that was his stamina, and today was no exception. You had done doggy, he then allowed you to ride him and now he was eating you out like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He found your delicious sweet spot in no time and concentrated on it’s ridges and folds, lapping and licking with every muscle in his tongue. You gripped onto his curls trying to pull his head up but it couldn’t go any further, knowing you were close he stimulated your slit with his fingers knowing how much that also got you going.

“You going to come for me?” Chris asked, he had switched things up a little now and was back to being more sweet but still determined, he could never keep up the dom for too long.

“Always,” you replied, your breath hitching in your throat the closer you become. You climaxed for the final time, looking at your boyfriends face who looked very pussy drunk and pleased with himself.

…

You hated leaving Chris, he hated it too. This time it was a week and often your schedule was so packed it wasn’t like he could come out with you for a day or two as you’d still hardly see him. What you did have this time though was that video. You had to admit when you got home from a launch party you went straight to your bed in the hotel room, started to watch it and pleasured yourself as you did. You knew Chris did the same as he had sent you a picture showing you as much. It was definitely one of the better ideas Chris had ever had being able to imagine he was right there with you, hearing his voice.

It was still hard being apart from him which is why when you got off the plane after the trip you neglected to check your seat. If you did you would have noticed your phone sitting there.

It didn’t take long. By the time you got through passport control, in a taxi and back to Chris’s flat he opened the door looking devastated.

“How did it happen?” He asked, his voice as small as his stature, his phone clutched in his left hand so hard his knuckles were white.

“How did what happen?” You asked concerned, this was not how he immediately greeted you.

“Oh God you don’t know…”

“Know what?”

Chris settled you down on the sofa and showed you everything, Social Media, The Headlines. You scrambled every pocket and bag inch for your phone but you couldn’t find it. It was gone.

It took Chris twenty minutes to calm down your panic attack, you couldn’t believe this was EVERYWHERE and they had seen EVERYTHING.

“Hey. Look at me. We’ll get through this,” Chris was trying his hardest to calm you down and you wanted to believe him, but your brain wouldn’t stop looping. Your career, your management, your family, your mum opening her phone to a notification she can’t unsee.

“They’ll forget,” Chris murmured into your hair, as you tried to disappear into him. Though you could feel the tension in his jaw as he spoke. “Give it a week. A month. Something else will happen, and no one will care.”

But you knew the internet doesn’t forget. The internet archives, laughs, reposts. The internet eats people alive.

And yet, when he tilted your chin up, his honest green eyes looking into your own you see the determination in them. You knew that the pair of you could weather this storm together, he was never going to leave you high and dry.

Social media did it’s thing, Comments like

“ChrisMD said he’s a baller on and off the pitch 💀⚽.”

“Man went from Crossbar Challenge to Bedroom Challenge real quick 😂.”

“KSI about to make this into a reaction video I swear.”

“She is a literal goddess wow.”

“Chris finally putting those gay rumours to bed once and for all.”

You got a new phone, the first person you called was your management. Sure it was embarrassing but the leak wasn’t your fault, it was a huge invasion of privacy and you had done nothing wrong. Only had sex with the man you loved and were in a committed relationship with who stood right by you.

He was right, after a while social media did move on to something else, but Chris’s friends? Well that was something else entirely. Chris was going to be hearing jokes on hid videos for a long time.

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