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[laurfilijames]

I will never get over the fact that you write things just for me 🥹😭

You are such a talent and to have your gorgeous words tailored especially to me just everything and I can't thank you enough!!!

This was the most delicious treat and I feel equally spoiled as I do horny 🤣

Because there was something savage in the idea. Something possessive. Something dark. The notion of her body open, pliant, utterly trusting—letting him have her without lifting a finger? That kind of power scratched an itch he didn’t know he had.

The interaction between Jax and the guys was EVERYTHING and I loved how vulnerable it made Jax 🫠

And then everything else just DESTROYED me completely like....🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 God. Damn.

I need to live in this every single day and will never tire of it.

He kissed her deeply. "I'm fucked. Completely hooked." ME TOO JAX BABY

Thank you FOREVER for this!!! 💗💗💗💗

On the edge of

A Jax Teller oneshot.

18+

Somnophillia. Graphic sex. Masturbation. Fingering. Mentions of alcohol. Pre-discused consent.

Word count: 1173.

This is dedicated to @laurfilijames

Jax Teller wasn’t easily rattled. He’d seen too much for that—gunfights, bloodbaths, betrayals. Shit that would leave most men hollow. But this?

This left him pacing the clubhouse hallway at midnight, heart pounding harder than the day his father’s manuscript landed in his lap.

> “I’ve got a kink. You might think it’s weird. But I trust you. Promise me you won’t judge?”

He remembered her voice when she told him. Not just the words. The way she looked away, vulnerable and exposed. Like she’d just taken her skin off and handed it to him.

Somnophilia.

She wanted him to touch her while she slept. Use her while she was soft and still. Take her when her mind was somewhere between dream and fog and surrender.

His gut twisted. Not in revulsion. In want. The fine line between consent and take shouldn't have had him feeling like this, but it did.

Because there was something savage in the idea. Something possessive. Something dark. The notion of her body open, pliant, utterly trusting—letting him have her without lifting a finger? That kind of power scratched an itch he didn’t know he had.

But still—it felt dangerous. Like walking on a knife's edge.

So, he did the one thing he rarely did.

He asked for advice.

---

It was late. Just the three of them outside the garage, beers in hand, heat clinging to the asphalt. Jax scuffed his sneaker against the sticky asphalt absentmindedly. Lost deep in thought.

“Hypothetically,” Jax started, not looking up, “if your old lady asked you to mess with her while she was asleep... what would you do?”

Tig nearly choked on his beer. “You talking hands in her panties or dick in her dreams, brother?”

Chibs just raised a brow. “Are you asking if it’s wrong? Or if it’s hot? Coz the answer is definitely the latter Jackie”

Jax exhaled through his nose. “I don’t know. She told me she wants it. But in my head... she’s asleep. Feels like a line.”

Tig leaned forward, eyes suddenly dead serious. “It ain’t a line if you talked it out. If she wants it, and she trusts you with that—man, that’s not kink. That’s worship. That’s her laying down the sword and saying, 'Do what you want with me.' You gonna say no to that?”

Chibs gave a slow nod. “As long as she said it sober, said it clearly, and you're not improvising—then what you're doing is giving her exactly what she craves. That's not a crime."

The next night, Jax didn’t sleep.

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She was laid out across the sheets like a goddamn dream. T-shirt pushed up just enough to expose her stomach. Nipples sweetly erect through the thin fabric. Panties clinging to the soft dip of her hips. One leg bent, the other stretched long, open.

The room was dark save for the bedside lamp. Jax sat in the chair across from the bed, cock already hard beneath his boxers, breath stuck in his throat.

He watched her. For ten minutes. Maybe more. Every slow rise of her chest, every sigh, every little twitch of her fingers.

His hand moved to his cock before he even made the decision. His control over the situation diminishes like fire flies over a morning sky.

He stroked himself slowly, deliberately. Letting the need burn slow, sticky and deep like nectar.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, baby,” he whispered. “Sleeping like that... leaving yourself open to me. Fuck, you’re killing me."

He pulled the blanket down from her feet carefully, revealing her bare legs, the soft swell of her ass, the gentle part between her thighs. Her panties were damp.

She wanted this.

Fuck, he could smell the scent of her arousal and it was doing nothing to quench the flames licking at his fingertips with every slow and deliberately pump of his cock.

He slid a finger up the center seam, slow and featherlight. She shifted in her sleep, murmured something wordless. He didn’t stop. He pulled the fabric aside and ran two fingers along her slit, down, then back up, until he could dip inside.

She was soaked. Hot. Tight.

He groaned softly, jerking himself faster as he fingered her slowly. The wet heat cocooning his fingers like a velvet glove.

She moved against his hand instinctively, her body responding without consciousness. It turned him inside out.

He kept his movements slow and languid until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He stood, stripped silently, and climbed onto the bed beside her. His cock brushed her thigh, smearing precome on her freckled skin.

He whispered in her ear, voice raw.

“I need you. I need this. So I’m gonna take you, baby. Real slow.”

He slowly perked her panties off, inhaling the scent of them, feeling the soft lace against his cheek before tossing them aside. He llined himself up, pushed just the head inside, and nearly lost it. Her heat gripped him like a vise.

He sank in slowly, watching her face for any flicker of regret, discomfort or disgust. Her lips parted, breath hitching, but she didn’t wake. Her body accepted him like she was made for this.

He started moving.

Slow thrusts. Long, deep, rhythmic.

Surprisingly controlled given the cacophony of emotions that rage inside of his chest. Like a swarm of something angry and judging.

His hands braced on either side of her. His lips grazed her neck, her cheek, her shoulder. Her name was a prayer in his mouth.

And then... her eyes fluttered open.

Not wide. Not alert. Just a sleepy haze, a soft breath, and a moan.

“Don’t move baby,” he whispered, breath hot against her ear. “Just feel me. Let me do what I want with you.”

Her hips tilted just slightly, and he lost the last shred of control.

He pinned her wrists above her head, body covering hers. He fucked her deeper, harder now. Still slow, but with intent. Ownership.

Every controlled roll of hips taking them both higher.

“This is mine,” he growled. “This body. This pussy. All of it.You offered it. And now I’m taking it.”

She whimpered, barely coherent, pleasure overtaking her. She was soft and loose and perfect beneath him. Her pussy clenching his cock perfectly. Her body still slow and thick with sleep.

“Jax “ his name tumbled from her lips, broken and half-asleep.

Her orgasm hit without warning. She gasped, body tightening around him, trembling under his weight as her arousal coats his cock, wet skin sliding against wet skin. He came seconds later with a forceful thrust, spilling his hot seed inside her fluttering walls, moaning her name, forehead against her temple.

---

Afterward, he wrapped himself around her. Kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose before kissing her slowly.

He held her like she was sacred. Like he was unsure.

When she woke properly an hour later, she blinked at him, smiling.

“You did it.”

He nodded.

“And?”

He kissed her deeply. “I’m fucked. Completely hooked.”

She laughed, curling into him. “Told you

[laurfilijames]

Aww thank you!!! I'm always so honoured that you reread my stuff 🥹💗

Eyes On You

Part 2

Pairing: Detective Charlie Waldo x female reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Stalking. Threatening texts. Minor cut/blood.

Summary: Your stalker continues to make his presence known and tension between you and Waldo rises when he offers to stay the night to protect you.

A/N: Here is the second chapter! Thank you for showing this series some love, Waldo deserves it 🥰💗

*Please note you do not have to have watched Last Looks in order to enjoy this fic and that the reader is not given any physical descriptions aside from having hair despite photo used in moodboard.

Part 1

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The whole drive to your house had you jittery and on-edge, continuously watching Waldo in your mirror as he followed behind you in his undercover car, hoping you hadn't left the house in too much of a mess and feeling nervous for what he would think. Those thoughts were immediately swept away with the recollection as to why he was coming with you in the first place, remembering that your stalker had been in your house making you feel sick all over again.

You took a deep breath, glancing in your rearview mirror again, immediately mesmerized by how calm he appeared with one hand on the steering wheel, and you reminded yourself that everything would be fine.

You turned your signal on as you approached your driveway, slowing down and pulling over to park on the street, giving Waldo the space you normally parked in.

By the time you turned off your ignition and got out, he was already standing with his hands on his hips, assessing your house from the middle of the walkway that led to your front door.

You stood there and watched, feeling exposed being this out in the open, wrapping your arms around yourself despite how warm the evening was.

Waldo looked over his shoulder at you, a toothpick hanging off his lips that his tongue moved around alluringly.

“Can we go inside?” he asked, although his tone was more of a demand than a request. “I’ll come back out to look around once you’re safe.”

You nodded, stepping past him to lead the way to the door, the keys on the ring jingling in your hand as it shook when you lifted it to the lock.

Opening the door, Waldo stepped in before you, unholstering his gun.

“Stay here, I need to do a sweep first.”

You swallowed hard and shut the door, leaning against it where you tried to steady your breathing.

The sound of doors opening and closing echoed in your ears, but otherwise his footsteps were quiet as he moved through your modest home.

“It’s all clear,” he advised, his voice softer than before, returning to where you stood frozen in place. “You okay?”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m–I’m fine,” you stuttered, trying not to come off as freaked out as you were.

His eyebrows rose on his forehead, creating a series of creases, and his eyes were big and assuring as he looked at you.

“Everything is going to be okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You could’ve broken down right there, instead blinking quickly as you looked up at the ceiling instead of at him, swallowing the lump in your throat that threatened to spill out a sob.

“Let’s get you comfortable in the kitchen so I can take a look around outside, alright?”

After doing a thorough search of your yard, Waldo returned to the kitchen where you sat numb in your chair, and started going over everything that you could recount since discovering you were being followed.

He was extremely attentive to every detail, nothing you said being dismissed or shrugged off as unimportant, the way he listened to you and carefully noted things down in his book making you feel safe to be in his presence.

“Thank you,” you said quietly after a couple of moments of silence, watching as he reviewed things he had written down, clearly deep in thought.

He glanced up at you, confusion on his face.

“For what?”

“Taking me seriously.”

He sighed and shifted in his seat, his brows lifting up like it was ridiculous that you were thanking him and that this shouldn’t be taken in any other way other than gravely.

“Well, this is serious, and I’m sorry that anyone else made you feel like it wasn’t.” He paused, seeing a tear roll down your cheek, and reached out to cover your hand with his. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

You smiled, the sensation of his hand touching yours a comfort in all of this disruption and distress.

“So, what now?” you asked, slipping your hand out from under his, worried the time spent lingering there was unprofessional or inappropriate.

He tapped his fingers against the wood table where your hand had been, and you wondered if he felt the same way.

“I need to go over all of this, but at least I know how he got in and the level of creep we’re dealing with.”

“So, I’m just supposed to stay here and carry on like something else might not happen?”

Waldo sighed and pursed his lips.

“Is there anyone you can stay with, or someone who can come here to be with you?”

“Not really,” you explained, thinking how Stacy was out of town and your family lived in another state.

“Unfortunately, because no actual harm has been done,” he began, already holding his hands up like he knew it was ludicrous, “you can’t be moved to a safehouse or anything of the sort. I know it’s ridiculous, but there’s nothing else I can do.”

You covered your face with your hands, feeling hopeless and terrified all over again.

“Am I just supposed to stay awake all night, waiting for him to come back so I can defend myself?”

Waldo gave you a defeated look, knowing the system was flawed and no matter which way you looked at it, the situation was not ideal.

“The chances of him coming ba–”

“How do you know that? What if this is the same guy who nearly killed that poor woman? People like this will stop at nothing until they get what they want!”

He looked down at his hands that were folded on the table in front of him, realizing how stupid it was to try to pretend like the odds were in your favour.

“I know.”

Another brief pause was shared between you, both of you holding each other’s gaze until he blinked and pointed at your phone sitting beside you.

“Let me give you my number so you can get a hold of me at any time.”

You slid it toward him after unlocking it, watching his long fingers quickly type out a text message to himself.

“Day or night, okay? If anything happens…”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, standing from your chair as he did the same to follow him through to the front door.

This was the longest night of your life, you thought, turning your phone over where the screen lit up and displayed the time; 12:43, and you wondered if you would ever sleep again.

You moved from where you sat perched on the arm of a chair in the living room over to the kitchen, glancing out in the dark where you squinted better to see, though you were convinced your eyes were playing tricks on you.

It took everything in you to go from room to room, too scared to move but too paranoid not to, your fight or flight response in overdrive.

You returned to the living room after going through the rest of the main floor, sitting again in your chair when you looked out the window, your heart stopping in your chest when you thought you saw someone standing in the street facing your house.

It was dark, the nearest streetlight obstructed by a large palm tree, making you do a double-take, but you were certain of what you saw.

That was when you swore you were losing it.

You looked away just long enough to grab your phone, and when you looked back out, the person was gone.

“Fuck,” you hissed, feeling panic and anger rise up in you all at once.

You walked over to your door, standing on your tip-toes to look out the window at the top of it, only to see the same figure standing in the street again, only this time closer to your driveway.

A trembling breath blew out of your lungs as you leaned back against the door, fumbling to open the text that Waldo had sent to himself from your phone.

You pressed the call icon and waited only one full ring before his voice was on the other end.

“Waldo,” was all he said, and you could hear he was driving.

“Hey, umm…” you started, not sure what to even say.

“What’s going on?” he asked, realizing it was you, the stress in your voice clear.

“He’s here.”

“At your house?”

“Yeah, outside on the street.”

“I’m on my way, I’ll be right there,” he promised. “Stay on the line with me.”

The sound of his tires screeching as he did what you assumed was a very fast u-turn was all you could hear, and as terrified as you were, you couldn’t feel more grateful for having him drop whatever he was doing to help you.

There was no sign of anyone by the time Waldo arrived and did a thorough check of the surrounding neighbours and your house which seemed to disappoint you both, and the sense of dread that this would never end only increased inside you.

“He’s sly, I’ll give him that,” Waldo said, shaking his head before taking a sip of the coffee you just made.

“Thank you for coming. I’m sorry to pull you away from whatever–”

He swallowed his coffee and put the mug down on the counter beside him. “I was just heading home from the station, it’s fine. I’m sorry I didn’t get here quick enough to catch the piece of shit.”

You had heard your phone buzz a couple of minutes ago while you were sorting the coffee out, reaching for it now to see who would be messaging you so late at night, your brows knitted as you looked at the screen.

“Fuck’s sake,” you breathed, shoving it toward Waldo for him to see.

Don’t think you’re safe with the cop

He shook his head and put the phone down, stepping toward you where you stood crying, his arms automatically wrapping around your body where he pulled you into a warm, soothing hug.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You are safe with me, I promise.”

You let yourself indulge in the comfort of his embrace for a moment before you broke away first, almost feeling guilty for making him feel like he needed to do it in the first place.

“Sorry,” you whispered, smoothing your hand over your hair. “Detectives hugging their case subjects probably isn't allowed.”

He scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t worry about that. And I was going to push things one step further,” he started, laughing when he saw your eyes blow wide. “If you’re comfortable with it, I would like to stay with you tonight.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “Umm, yeah, actually. That would really help make me feel a lot better.”

“Okay, then,” he smiled, and some of the tension in your shoulders instantly fell away.

Waldo let out a long sigh as he reclined back against your couch, splaying his hands out on his thighs as he tried to relax a bit, his mind constantly flipping through pieces of information about your case.

This was the exact spot the stalker had sat in when he took the photo that he sent to you, and Waldo wished it would be as easy as sitting in the same place in order to figure out who he was or what his motives were for doing this.

He tugged at his tie roughly, loosening it from around his neck and then unfastened the first couple of buttons on his shirt, shifting to lay down where he rested his head on a throw pillow.

This wasn’t the worst place he’d slept in his life, your sofa plush and cozy, but despite the comfort, he knew he wouldn’t be getting much rest.

He folded his hands on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking how never once in his career had he ever offered to stay the night with a victim, but there was something about you that screamed at him to want to step up and do his best for, the thought of anything worse happening to you while under his investigation something he wasn’t going to take a chance on.

He knew more than anyone what it was like to be lonely, to have no one to go home to or be there for you when things got tough, and he imagined you would be just as tired of it as him, especially when you were dealing with this shit.

Charlie closed his eyes and started his breathing repetitions to try to welcome sleep, only to be interrupted when he heard a noise coming from the back of the house. His eyes flashed open, and he sat up as quietly as he could, already placing a hand on his holster as he stepped quietly to the entryway of the living room.

He turned the corner, making his way to the kitchen, halting in his approach when he realized it was you getting a glass of water.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” you screamed, dropping the glass on the floor where it shattered to pieces.

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry!”

You stood there in an oversized t-shirt and what looked like nothing else, your hand clasped over your heart as you attempted to settle your nerves.

Waldo immediately grabbed a dish towel off the handle of the oven and started to clean up the mess, and in a second you were kneeling on the floor beside him, mopping up the water with paper towels.

“Careful,” he warned, plucking up the larger bits of glass with his fingers and placing them carefully on top of the towel he laid out.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, your finger swiping over a drop of blood that sprang from your knee.

“You okay?” he asked, stopping what he was doing to follow you where you sat on a chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, it’s just small.”

He pulled more paper towels off the roll and wet them under the tap, wringing out the water before kneeling in front of you, applying pressure to the cut.

“I’ve got some Band-Aid’s in the bathroom,” you explained, watching him care to you with a gentleness you didn’t expect.

“Okay, I’ll go grab one.”

You placed your hand on his arm, stopping him from moving. “Don’t leave me by myself,” you requested, feeling lost in his blue eyes as he looked up at you with understanding, his fingers lingering on your leg where his thumb moved back and forth.

Waldo nodded and stood, holding out his hand as an offer to take yours.

“Let’s go upstairs then.”

Waldo couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t thinking everything inappropriate as he was once again kneeling between your legs, having just finished cleaning your cut with antiseptic that turned out to be deeper than initially thought, surprising even himself when he blew over your skin to dry it rather than use a tissue.

He caught the sharp intake of your breath, and he wished for a second he would hear a pleasured moan when you let it back out, the thought of having your lips on each other sparking something in him he hadn’t felt in so long.

Clearing his throat, he peeled open the package on the bandage and gently adhered it to your skin, swiping his thumbs on either side of it to make sure it was secured more times than was necessary.

Leaving you sitting on the edge of your bed, he stood, turning to put the wrappers and cotton pads in the garbage beside your dresser.

“You should try to get some sleep,” he advised, seeing it was nearly four in the morning when he glanced at his watch.

“Is there a Mrs. Waldo?” you asked, your question surprising him and making him twist on the spot.

He shook his head. “No.”

You nodded once, leaning back on your hands, bobbing your foot in a playful way that dangled in the air from sitting cross-legged.

“A soon-to-be Mrs. Waldo?”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head more this time as he looked down at the floor.

“No. The only woman in my life is Lady Justice.”

Your eyebrows shifted upward on your forehead as you considered his answer.

“And does she look after you?”

“Fuck, no. It's a thankless marriage,” he chuckled, looking you up and down as you sat there staring back at him, temptation growing in the air between you.

Charlie considered for a moment walking the two steps it would take to get to you, imagining leaning over you and guiding your body to lay completely on the bed, covering you with himself before capturing your plush lips with his, and then blinked himself back to the reality of why he was here.

“Right,” he breathed out, tapping his fingers on the doorframe as he stepped out of the room. “Get some rest.”

“Waldo,” you called, making him pivot back to meet your eyes again. “You deserve to be looked after.”

The tone in your voice made his cock flex, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to abandon his duties and give in to what you were offering, instead choosing to give you a forced smile and shut the door behind him.

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[laurfilijames]

Eyes On You

Part 2

Pairing: Detective Charlie Waldo x female reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Stalking. Threatening texts. Minor cut/blood.

Summary: Your stalker continues to make his presence known and tension between you and Waldo rises when he offers to stay the night to protect you.

A/N: Here is the second chapter! Thank you for showing this series some love, Waldo deserves it 🥰💗

*Please note you do not have to have watched Last Looks in order to enjoy this fic and that the reader is not given any physical descriptions aside from having hair despite photo used in moodboard.

Part 1

---

The whole drive to your house had you jittery and on-edge, continuously watching Waldo in your mirror as he followed behind you in his undercover car, hoping you hadn't left the house in too much of a mess and feeling nervous for what he would think. Those thoughts were immediately swept away with the recollection as to why he was coming with you in the first place, remembering that your stalker had been in your house making you feel sick all over again.

You took a deep breath, glancing in your rearview mirror again, immediately mesmerized by how calm he appeared with one hand on the steering wheel, and you reminded yourself that everything would be fine.

You turned your signal on as you approached your driveway, slowing down and pulling over to park on the street, giving Waldo the space you normally parked in.

By the time you turned off your ignition and got out, he was already standing with his hands on his hips, assessing your house from the middle of the walkway that led to your front door.

You stood there and watched, feeling exposed being this out in the open, wrapping your arms around yourself despite how warm the evening was.

Waldo looked over his shoulder at you, a toothpick hanging off his lips that his tongue moved around alluringly.

“Can we go inside?” he asked, although his tone was more of a demand than a request. “I’ll come back out to look around once you’re safe.”

You nodded, stepping past him to lead the way to the door, the keys on the ring jingling in your hand as it shook when you lifted it to the lock.

Opening the door, Waldo stepped in before you, unholstering his gun.

“Stay here, I need to do a sweep first.”

You swallowed hard and shut the door, leaning against it where you tried to steady your breathing.

The sound of doors opening and closing echoed in your ears, but otherwise his footsteps were quiet as he moved through your modest home.

“It’s all clear,” he advised, his voice softer than before, returning to where you stood frozen in place. “You okay?”

“Hmm, yeah, I’m–I’m fine,” you stuttered, trying not to come off as freaked out as you were.

His eyebrows rose on his forehead, creating a series of creases, and his eyes were big and assuring as he looked at you.

“Everything is going to be okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You could’ve broken down right there, instead blinking quickly as you looked up at the ceiling instead of at him, swallowing the lump in your throat that threatened to spill out a sob.

“Let’s get you comfortable in the kitchen so I can take a look around outside, alright?”

After doing a thorough search of your yard, Waldo returned to the kitchen where you sat numb in your chair, and started going over everything that you could recount since discovering you were being followed.

He was extremely attentive to every detail, nothing you said being dismissed or shrugged off as unimportant, the way he listened to you and carefully noted things down in his book making you feel safe to be in his presence.

“Thank you,” you said quietly after a couple of moments of silence, watching as he reviewed things he had written down, clearly deep in thought.

He glanced up at you, confusion on his face.

“For what?”

“Taking me seriously.”

He sighed and shifted in his seat, his brows lifting up like it was ridiculous that you were thanking him and that this shouldn’t be taken in any other way other than gravely.

“Well, this is serious, and I’m sorry that anyone else made you feel like it wasn’t.” He paused, seeing a tear roll down your cheek, and reached out to cover your hand with his. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

You smiled, the sensation of his hand touching yours a comfort in all of this disruption and distress.

“So, what now?” you asked, slipping your hand out from under his, worried the time spent lingering there was unprofessional or inappropriate.

He tapped his fingers against the wood table where your hand had been, and you wondered if he felt the same way.

“I need to go over all of this, but at least I know how he got in and the level of creep we’re dealing with.”

“So, I’m just supposed to stay here and carry on like something else might not happen?”

Waldo sighed and pursed his lips.

“Is there anyone you can stay with, or someone who can come here to be with you?”

“Not really,” you explained, thinking how Stacy was out of town and your family lived in another state.

“Unfortunately, because no actual harm has been done,” he began, already holding his hands up like he knew it was ludicrous, “you can’t be moved to a safehouse or anything of the sort. I know it’s ridiculous, but there’s nothing else I can do.”

You covered your face with your hands, feeling hopeless and terrified all over again.

“Am I just supposed to stay awake all night, waiting for him to come back so I can defend myself?”

Waldo gave you a defeated look, knowing the system was flawed and no matter which way you looked at it, the situation was not ideal.

“The chances of him coming ba–”

“How do you know that? What if this is the same guy who nearly killed that poor woman? People like this will stop at nothing until they get what they want!”

He looked down at his hands that were folded on the table in front of him, realizing how stupid it was to try to pretend like the odds were in your favour.

“I know.”

Another brief pause was shared between you, both of you holding each other’s gaze until he blinked and pointed at your phone sitting beside you.

“Let me give you my number so you can get a hold of me at any time.”

You slid it toward him after unlocking it, watching his long fingers quickly type out a text message to himself.

“Day or night, okay? If anything happens…”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, standing from your chair as he did the same to follow him through to the front door.

This was the longest night of your life, you thought, turning your phone over where the screen lit up and displayed the time; 12:43, and you wondered if you would ever sleep again.

You moved from where you sat perched on the arm of a chair in the living room over to the kitchen, glancing out in the dark where you squinted better to see, though you were convinced your eyes were playing tricks on you.

It took everything in you to go from room to room, too scared to move but too paranoid not to, your fight or flight response in overdrive.

You returned to the living room after going through the rest of the main floor, sitting again in your chair when you looked out the window, your heart stopping in your chest when you thought you saw someone standing in the street facing your house.

It was dark, the nearest streetlight obstructed by a large palm tree, making you do a double-take, but you were certain of what you saw.

That was when you swore you were losing it.

You looked away just long enough to grab your phone, and when you looked back out, the person was gone.

“Fuck,” you hissed, feeling panic and anger rise up in you all at once.

You walked over to your door, standing on your tip-toes to look out the window at the top of it, only to see the same figure standing in the street again, only this time closer to your driveway.

A trembling breath blew out of your lungs as you leaned back against the door, fumbling to open the text that Waldo had sent to himself from your phone.

You pressed the call icon and waited only one full ring before his voice was on the other end.

“Waldo,” was all he said, and you could hear he was driving.

“Hey, umm…” you started, not sure what to even say.

“What’s going on?” he asked, realizing it was you, the stress in your voice clear.

“He’s here.”

“At your house?”

“Yeah, outside on the street.”

“I’m on my way, I’ll be right there,” he promised. “Stay on the line with me.”

The sound of his tires screeching as he did what you assumed was a very fast u-turn was all you could hear, and as terrified as you were, you couldn’t feel more grateful for having him drop whatever he was doing to help you.

There was no sign of anyone by the time Waldo arrived and did a thorough check of the surrounding neighbours and your house which seemed to disappoint you both, and the sense of dread that this would never end only increased inside you.

“He’s sly, I’ll give him that,” Waldo said, shaking his head before taking a sip of the coffee you just made.

“Thank you for coming. I’m sorry to pull you away from whatever–”

He swallowed his coffee and put the mug down on the counter beside him. “I was just heading home from the station, it’s fine. I’m sorry I didn’t get here quick enough to catch the piece of shit.”

You had heard your phone buzz a couple of minutes ago while you were sorting the coffee out, reaching for it now to see who would be messaging you so late at night, your brows knitted as you looked at the screen.

“Fuck’s sake,” you breathed, shoving it toward Waldo for him to see.

Don’t think you’re safe with the cop

He shook his head and put the phone down, stepping toward you where you stood crying, his arms automatically wrapping around your body where he pulled you into a warm, soothing hug.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You are safe with me, I promise.”

You let yourself indulge in the comfort of his embrace for a moment before you broke away first, almost feeling guilty for making him feel like he needed to do it in the first place.

“Sorry,” you whispered, smoothing your hand over your hair. “Detectives hugging their case subjects probably isn't allowed.”

He scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t worry about that. And I was going to push things one step further,” he started, laughing when he saw your eyes blow wide. “If you’re comfortable with it, I would like to stay with you tonight.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “Umm, yeah, actually. That would really help make me feel a lot better.”

“Okay, then,” he smiled, and some of the tension in your shoulders instantly fell away.

Waldo let out a long sigh as he reclined back against your couch, splaying his hands out on his thighs as he tried to relax a bit, his mind constantly flipping through pieces of information about your case.

This was the exact spot the stalker had sat in when he took the photo that he sent to you, and Waldo wished it would be as easy as sitting in the same place in order to figure out who he was or what his motives were for doing this.

He tugged at his tie roughly, loosening it from around his neck and then unfastened the first couple of buttons on his shirt, shifting to lay down where he rested his head on a throw pillow.

This wasn’t the worst place he’d slept in his life, your sofa plush and cozy, but despite the comfort, he knew he wouldn’t be getting much rest.

He folded his hands on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling, thinking how never once in his career had he ever offered to stay the night with a victim, but there was something about you that screamed at him to want to step up and do his best for, the thought of anything worse happening to you while under his investigation something he wasn’t going to take a chance on.

He knew more than anyone what it was like to be lonely, to have no one to go home to or be there for you when things got tough, and he imagined you would be just as tired of it as him, especially when you were dealing with this shit.

Charlie closed his eyes and started his breathing repetitions to try to welcome sleep, only to be interrupted when he heard a noise coming from the back of the house. His eyes flashed open, and he sat up as quietly as he could, already placing a hand on his holster as he stepped quietly to the entryway of the living room.

He turned the corner, making his way to the kitchen, halting in his approach when he realized it was you getting a glass of water.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” you screamed, dropping the glass on the floor where it shattered to pieces.

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry!”

You stood there in an oversized t-shirt and what looked like nothing else, your hand clasped over your heart as you attempted to settle your nerves.

Waldo immediately grabbed a dish towel off the handle of the oven and started to clean up the mess, and in a second you were kneeling on the floor beside him, mopping up the water with paper towels.

“Careful,” he warned, plucking up the larger bits of glass with his fingers and placing them carefully on top of the towel he laid out.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, your finger swiping over a drop of blood that sprang from your knee.

“You okay?” he asked, stopping what he was doing to follow you where you sat on a chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, it’s just small.”

He pulled more paper towels off the roll and wet them under the tap, wringing out the water before kneeling in front of you, applying pressure to the cut.

“I’ve got some Band-Aid’s in the bathroom,” you explained, watching him care to you with a gentleness you didn’t expect.

“Okay, I’ll go grab one.”

You placed your hand on his arm, stopping him from moving. “Don’t leave me by myself,” you requested, feeling lost in his blue eyes as he looked up at you with understanding, his fingers lingering on your leg where his thumb moved back and forth.

Waldo nodded and stood, holding out his hand as an offer to take yours.

“Let’s go upstairs then.”

Waldo couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t thinking everything inappropriate as he was once again kneeling between your legs, having just finished cleaning your cut with antiseptic that turned out to be deeper than initially thought, surprising even himself when he blew over your skin to dry it rather than use a tissue.

He caught the sharp intake of your breath, and he wished for a second he would hear a pleasured moan when you let it back out, the thought of having your lips on each other sparking something in him he hadn’t felt in so long.

Clearing his throat, he peeled open the package on the bandage and gently adhered it to your skin, swiping his thumbs on either side of it to make sure it was secured more times than was necessary.

Leaving you sitting on the edge of your bed, he stood, turning to put the wrappers and cotton pads in the garbage beside your dresser.

“You should try to get some sleep,” he advised, seeing it was nearly four in the morning when he glanced at his watch.

“Is there a Mrs. Waldo?” you asked, your question surprising him and making him twist on the spot.

He shook his head. “No.”

You nodded once, leaning back on your hands, bobbing your foot in a playful way that dangled in the air from sitting cross-legged.

“A soon-to-be Mrs. Waldo?”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head more this time as he looked down at the floor.

“No. The only woman in my life is Lady Justice.”

Your eyebrows shifted upward on your forehead as you considered his answer.

“And does she look after you?”

“Fuck, no. It's a thankless marriage,” he chuckled, looking you up and down as you sat there staring back at him, temptation growing in the air between you.

Charlie considered for a moment walking the two steps it would take to get to you, imagining leaning over you and guiding your body to lay completely on the bed, covering you with himself before capturing your plush lips with his, and then blinked himself back to the reality of why he was here.

“Right,” he breathed out, tapping his fingers on the doorframe as he stepped out of the room. “Get some rest.”

“Waldo,” you called, making him pivot back to meet your eyes again. “You deserve to be looked after.”

The tone in your voice made his cock flex, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to abandon his duties and give in to what you were offering, instead choosing to give you a forced smile and shut the door behind him.

---

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

---

It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

---

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

---

It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

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It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

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It's tan line season!! ☀️

Thank you for showing this some love back in the colder months bestie 💗

I literally think of this every time I'm laying on my dock 🫠🥵

Tan Lines

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader with skin tone able to tan (me, it's me.)

Words: 2,143

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Nudity. Swearing. Unprotected intercourse. Semi-public sex?

Summary: While enjoying a getaway at a lakeside cottage, Will becomes curious to see what tan lines the sun has marked on your skin and can't seem to control himself once he does.

A/N: I love summer and Ironhead almost equally (I love him more let's be real) and long for moments like this as I'm laying out sunning myself on my dock at the lake. This idea wouldn't leave me, and I'm trying to hold on to the last bits of summer and the extreme tan lines I've acquired myself, so here we are. ☀️ I wrote this purely for myself and my own enjoyment because I'm a selfish whore but wanted to share anyway and will write all future x female reader fics without specifying appearance as usual unless noted.

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Will couldn't think of anything better; enjoying your little oasis in the slow, lazy heat of summer, just you and him.

Much to his surprise and relief, the lake was quiet, making it seem even more like it was only the two of you around, adding to the bliss and aiding in his ability to find his scarcely experienced relaxation.

Being here made him feel like he was finally able to shut his brain off, like he could focus on being with you and being fully present, with nothing to distract him from the attention he craved to give you.

The dock bounced under his weight as he pushed off it and dove into the water, the temperature feeling refreshing on his toasted skin.

Breaking through the surface, he ran a hand over his face and then up through his hair to make it stick up, watching you stretch out your limbs that were no doubt tired and achy from session after session of sex as you laid peacefully in the sun on your beach towel.

He tread water for a couple of minutes before deciding he had been away from you for long enough; your sun kissed skin and body barely covered in the flimsy material that made up your bikini tempting him once again.

You blew a long sigh out of your nose, feeling your body essentially melt into the hard dock beneath you, the high-noon sun warming every inch of you.

Will was trying to be quiet, but you could still hear the sound of the water lapping at his form and feel the dock dip as he began to climb up the ladder, and you shielded your eyes in order to better take in his sculpted muscles that glimmered in the sunlight as water ran down and accentuated them; the beams casting light onto every peak and creating shadows in every valley of his expertly carved flesh. A smile formed on your lips, not unable to match the one spread across his face, and you showed no shame in letting your eyes trail down his body to where his soaked trunks stuck to his vast thighs and showcased everything he had to offer.

His large frame stood in the way of the sun, obstructing you completely with his shadow.

"You're blocking my sun," you chided, a playful tone in your voice, causing him to cock an eyebrow at you.

Saying nothing, he knelt at your feet, crawling over top of you where water dripped all over your skin, the change in temperature feeling more drastic than it actually was because of how warm you were.

"Hi," he said, his voice raspy, his eyes dancing with mischief as he hovered above you.

"Hi," you replied, tilting your head slightly as you continued to smile. "Can I help you, Captain Miller?"

He chuckled and nodded his head, "I need to see these tan lines, sweetheart."

Will plucked the strap of your bikini, running his finger down the length of the one side, thinking how each thin panel was tied together by strings that held too much responsibility and threatened to expose you with something as simple as a single pull on them.

You moaned quietly as you squirmed to his gentle touch, your eyelids falling shut when he leaned down and pressed his mouth to your neck where your pulse hammered, your hands smoothing up his wet back that was still cool from the water.

Inhaling deeply, he breathed in the faint scent of coconut from the sunscreen he had carefully massaged onto you about an hour ago, his lips pressing more and more feverishly into your supple skin with each kiss.

A low growl rumbled through his chest as he settled himself on top of you, wedging your legs apart for him to lay between as he continued to kiss a path along your chest and up the column of your neck until he met your lips, his hips beginning to grind and slowly roll against yours.

You hummed into his mouth, relishing in the feel of his tongue moving with yours, tasting him as well as the freshness of the lake that clung to his beard.

His cock was already hard and pressing into you, awakening an arousal that never seemed to leave, your need for him only ever increasing the more you had him.

"I thought you wanted to see my tan lines?" you asked, pausing the action of your mouths.

"Hmm, you're distracting me," he scolded, supporting himself on one arm as he used the other hand to trace the outline of your top up to where it was secured with a bow at the nape of your neck.

Slowly, he tugged the end of it, the corner of his mouth creeping upward as he untied it, his eyes drifting down to your chest after having stared into yours intensely as he worked.

Will pulled each tiny triangle down in turn, exposing both of your breasts, his mouth watering and cock twitching at the contrast between your tanned skin and the places no one else had the privilege to see but him.

"God damn," he grunted, dipping his head back toward you so he could take one of your hardened nipples between his lips, sucking and flicking it with his tongue until your back arched up off the dock and he was able to tug at the other string and completely remove the garment from you. He directed his attention over to your other breast to equalize his worship, his growing moans and increase in the movement of his groin on yours indicating his approval, giving your nipple one last pass of his tongue as he grabbed at the flesh of your tit roughly before peeling his head away.

Staring at you almost venomously, his chest rose and fell sharply to display his barely-controlled desperation for you.

"Fuck me, you look good, baby," he muttered, his vibrant eyes flickering over all the parts of your body that his wasn't covering.

You smiled and wriggled beneath him, tucking your bottom lip in your teeth, waiting and silently begging him to unleash anything he wanted to on you.

His fingers toyed with the string on the side of your bottoms, and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you, his playfulness showing through despite being on the border of becoming completely brutal.

"What's going on down here?" he asked between kisses.

You shrugged in response, looking at him innocently, making him shake his head before diving back to your lips where he kissed you intensely again.

You both laughed as he began unraveling one of the measly bows that kept your bottoms together, his teeth moving to graze over your lip and pull it between them as he moved his face to peer down at your hips.

"Looks like there might be some lines here, too," he purred, and your heart leapt at seeing how happy and excited he was although it was in his usual subtlety; his eyes bright and his cheeks creased from his smirk.

Leaving the one side undone, he kissed you again, this time slower like he was savouring you, his fingers carefully ghosting up your waist to make your side contract to the slight tickle of his touch, and he kissed you even deeper when you whined into his mouth.

Lost in his affection and feel of his weight laying securely over you, you didn't bother keeping track of where his hands were, indulging in having them roam all across your bronzed skin, his kiss enough to make your mind go blank. It wasn't until his hand cupped your partially-covered sex that you registered where he was touching you, making you press your mouth harder onto his in an attempt to signal your desperation for more.

Will was often generous, and today was no exception, feeling two of his long fingers slip between your folds to stroke you expertly, causing you to gasp out loud as your lips involuntarily left his.

"Look at you," he murmured, lust making his voice catch in his throat, "always wet and ready for me."

A guttural sound escaped him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, the tips of his fingers massaging your g-spot with each pass, the ecstasy he was providing pulling you further and further away from any point of return.

Short, laboured breaths poured out of you as your mewling increased, giving warning of your fast-approaching orgasm, only to be halted when Will ceased his actions and chuckled with cruel amusement.

"Hang on, sweetheart."

Using the hand that had been working you, he shifted to tug his trunks down just enough to get his cock out, his face screwing up with restraint and his jaw setting tightly as he smeared your slick on his throbbing length with a couple of harsh jerks.

The sun light caught the drop of precum leaking out of the tip, the glimmer of it all too-appealing and making you far more needy for him to fill you than ever.

Thankful to not have to beg, Will lined up to your spread core and pushed inside you slowly, reaching your deepest point before dragging back out again to stretch your tight cunt, the sounds of his approval ringing in your ears as your bodies began to meld together.

A grueling, but vigilant pace was quickly chosen, one you knew wouldn't take long to send you both to the brink especially with the way he kissed you forcefully and gripped tightly onto your thigh to angle your leg up in order to pound you deeper.

"That feel good, baby?" he panted, parting from you to look down to see his dick pumping in and out of you, a lazy, pleased smile dressing his lips along with the moisture from your mouth.

"Fuck! Yes, Will!" you cried, your nails clawing at the back of his neck that was warmed from the sun.

Licking his lips, he dove back to meet with yours, his body rocking in time with the sway of the dock moved by the water, his tempo increasing in fervor when he felt you clench around him in an agonizing, pulsing pattern.

He held onto you as if you would float away, slamming into you with surety and purpose as you dragged him into the throes of the highest pleasure with you, filling your soaked pussy with shot after shot of his hot spend.

His stomach pushed down and retracted quickly on top of yours with his breaths as he came down, letting himself settle onto your body more as his hands moved up to cup the sides of your face, kissing you with a passion you couldn't imagine having to live without.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of you, sitting back on his heels while running a hand over his face and back through his hair to make it even more of a mess, giving you a view of his cock still dripping with cum and coated all the way down to its base with your cream.

He was a sight to behold, and you took care to drink him in, seeing his wheat-coloured pubes darkened and tangled from your wet, admiring the way his muscles looked both strong and fatigued as he recovered from his efforts.

He chuckled and flashed a crooked smile, catching you staring, but didn't rush to cover himself, instead yanking his trunks a little further down his powerful thighs.

Even he wasn't immune to the effects of the sun, having acquired a glow in spite of regimented applications of sunscreen, a stark line dividing his upper torso from where his golden hairs trailed down to paler skin, allowing you to feel the same sense of possessiveness he felt toward you in being the only one able to see what no one else could.

"Did you see enough of what you wanted?" he asked, adjusting his shorts to tuck his cock back in. "My ass is gonna get burnt."

You joined his laugh before embellishing your disappointment by sticking out your lower lip in a pout, "I'd be more than happy to rub some sunscreen on it," you offered, letting your hand trail up his abs that moved with his amusement.

"Oh, I bet you would be." His head nodded up and down as his eyebrows rose on his forehead, giving you a pointed look that made you melt every time.

"Join me for a dip?"

"Only if you lose your trunks," you countered, "It's not fair if I'm the only naked one."

He shook his head and huffed out a laugh as he stood and hooked his thumbs in his waistband, bending to peel them down to his ankles before standing proudly with his arms outstretched.

"Happy now?"

"Very."

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

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It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

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I am so happy to see people finding your brilliant work through reblogs HOW THE SITE WAS INTENDED!!!

Both you and @bellaxgiornata as well as so many others in the Charlie fandom treat us to amazing stories and I can't wait for more! 💗💗💗

Bellaxgiornata introduced me to your work through her reblogging, so shoutout to her 🥰!!!! I can’t believe I haven’t seen your work in tag before omg!! Do you still write for Will and Raymond??? If not, that is fine, I will only harass you with my Jax thoughts!! Btw did you post the part 2 draft of the Jax fic??? 🤪

I adore @bellaxgiornata!! such a talent and I'm so happy that her reblogging led you to me! 😍

I am not opposed to writing for either Will or my husband Raymond again, Jax is just the current muse. 😵‍💫 and PLEASE know that any and all Charlie boy thots are more than welcome around these parts 😉 feel free to share!!

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I am absolutely stoked you're here and can't wait to share more Charlie love with you!! 💗

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TRIPLE FRONTIER ‧ 2019

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Charlie Hunnam as Jax Teller on Sons of Anarchy

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Breathe

Part 12

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 9.3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Unprotected intercourse. Masturbation (M).

Summary: You and Will elope to a northern getaway for an intimate wedding, where “wedded bliss” doesn’t even begin to describe your time together. Surrounded by the quiet promise of your new beginning, Will reconsiders his career path and imagines a future rooted in you.

A/N: It's hard to fathom summarizing my feelings about finishing this story. This series was my introduction to writing for Charlie and brought me into a world I can't imagine stepping away from. It challenged me as a writer, brought me so much joy (and the odd headache and heartache), and ultimately introduced me to many people who I have become so blessed to know and now call friends. I know to some 12 chapters isn't much, and that two years is a long time to complete a work so small compared to what other authors do, but just know that my whole heart went into this story, no matter how minimal it may seem, and I'm extremely proud of it. Thank you to anyone who has read this and supported me in all the different ways. This is dedicated to all of you 💗

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It was worth every second of the long day of traveling to get to this view.

The lake was completely still and made a perfect reflection of the full treeline and coloured sky as the sun sunk down behind the tops of the trees, and Will took a deep inhale of the fresh, northern air as he leaned against the railing of the balcony looking out at it all.

It was completely private, the whole lake and surrounding area so remote and essentially all yours to enjoy together, and he knew that a week and a half here wouldn’t ever feel like enough.

Will already expected he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, and not because of the reasons that normally kept him awake, his excitement for tomorrow bigger than anything he’d ever waited for in his entire life.

Good changes were coming, and they were all starting off with marrying you. A rare sense of hope was gracing him as the consideration of leaving active duty as a Delta Force Captain was quickly becoming a reality, having been approached by his previous Colonel requesting he give talks to other soldiers and captains about rethinking their pursuit of a career in the Special Forces and to stay serving in the Army instead. The thought of never going on an op again felt like he had won the lottery even though he hadn’t officially retired yet, but never having to deploy or leave you for the dangers of his job felt like a dream that he was actually close to living. You were obviously in favour of the idea when he told you, and he smiled thinking back to watching you attempt to contain your excitement about it and remain neutral, telling him you would support him in whatever he chose to do despite looking like you were about to burst with joy at the prospect of him never deploying again.

He wasn’t sure if he was cut out for something like that, feeling inadequate at being able to coerce strong-willed men and women into turning down higher pay and progressing their careers, but if he was honest about his own experiences with it and the negative effects of performing at such an elite level of combat, maybe he would find success in it.

Will sighed as he straightened himself, rubbing his hand roughly through his hair before stretching out his arms, feeling the hours spent traveling settling in his muscles.

He walked back into the cabin, feeling the warmth from the fire contrasting to the cooling temperature outside, and he left the huge sliding door open to let in the fresh, crisp air.

“There you are,” he beamed, seeing you come out of the spare room where you closed the door behind you.

“I was steaming my dress,” you explained, biting your lip to try to stifle your grin.

Will shook his head, his own smile spreading on his face. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You stepped toward each other, meeting in the middle, his hands landing on your waist while yours smoothed up his biceps, and you found it impossible to believe that you were going to be married in just a matter of hours.

Will continued to smirk even as he leaned down to meet you, capturing your lips in a slow kiss that gradually grew deeper where you lost yourselves for a few moments.

You hummed when you unhurriedly broke apart just enough that your lips were still hovering against each other, your heart beating furiously in your chest that had your blood pumping heat all throughout you.

“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow,” you whispered, meeting his loving gaze.

Will tilted his head curiously, “What’s tomorrow?”

You laughed and smacked his chest playfully, making him burst out as well as he grabbed your bum and attacked you in a fury of more kisses across your neck until you were squirming helplessly in his arms.

“I'm ready for bed but I'm not tired yet, sweetheart,” he admitted, his nose skimming up along your neck to your hair where he inhaled deeply.

“That’s fine with me, Mr. Miller,” you whispered, your eyes closing while your head tipped back, feeling goosebumps crawl up your arms where they spread out everywhere else on your body.

“After you, Mrs. Miller.”

The look he gave you as he extended his hand toward the master bedroom was loaded with everything from love to lust to a possessiveness that made you tingle from head to toe, and you knew that even though you weren’t officially Mrs. Captain William Miller until tomorrow, you were already more his than you ever could be.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was beginning to shed its dark blanket and wake up with each minute that passed, the burnt orange gradually streaking through to break apart the deepest shades of blue.

Will’s lungs burned a bit with each inhale of the cold air, his exhales visible in plumes of white, and as he ran down the road surrounded by the quiet forest, he appreciated the drastic change in scenery and climate he had become accustomed to in Florida.

A brighter sky was quickly revealed with every second, the sun determined to break through what darkness was left, allowing Will to see his surroundings better as he continued on his early morning run that doubled as another errand to check off his list.

He slowed as he approached another area just off the road that was littered with wild flowers, plucking a couple of blue cornflowers and something yellow he wasn’t familiar with to add to the others he already held carefully in his hand, the bouquet he was making looking fuller and more beautiful each time he came across something different. It would never turn out to be anything like those professional bouquets that cost hundreds of dollars from a florist that most brides carried down the aisle, but he knew you would love it even more than those ones and never cared to waste money on something so frivolous.

His shoes crunched on the gravel as he started to make his way toward the cabin again, a smile tugging at his lips as he picked up his pace so he could get back to you while you were still wrapped up in the sheets. The thought of crawling into bed to hold your warm body and smell your sleepy skin was all the drive he needed to push himself to make it there even faster, feeling desperate to prolong every moment of today.

The morning passed slowly into the afternoon, and Will was more than okay with that, basking in doing nothing with you that truly meant everything to him, his muscles feeling wonderfully tired from both his run and making love to you so much.

The strong scent of coffee wafted into the room from the kitchen where he had made a pot of it before collapsing back into bed, and he pressed a kiss to your hair, smiling when you hummed in response.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Hmm, yes please,” you spoke sleepily, turning over slightly so you could see him and smiling as he peppered your bare shoulder with light kisses.

“I guess we should shower and start getting ready, huh?”

“Only if you join me in there,” you grinned, reaching your hand up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“I like that you think you were going to be given a choice,” Will drawled, winking at you as he propped his torso up to start pulling himself out of bed.

“How long do we have before the officiant is set to arrive?” you asked, shifting into his spot that you couldn’t help but rub your naked body on, the sheets impossibly warm from him.

Will grabbed his watch off the bedside table after he stood, his nude form strong and proud in all its glory.

“About three hours.”

“About?” you teased, knowing he rounded the number to keep it simple despite knowing the exact amount of time you had.

He smirked and tilted his head slightly, nodding as he spoke, pretending to be offended in his tone.

“Three hours and seventeen minutes.”

You smiled fondly at him. “Well, that gives us plenty of time, doesn’t it?”

“Depends what you have in mind, sweetheart,” he purred, his eyes heavy with lust as he looked you up and down after you joined him beside the bed.

You hooked your eyebrow as you wrapped your hands around his waist, pulling him close to feel the smoothness of his skin against yours, and peered up at him with a wanton look that matched his.

“I think we should wait until we’re married.”

His stomach pressed into yours as he let out a laugh, his grin making his cheeks press up toward his eyes where every crinkle that you loved to see appeared.

“I think we've already messed that up, haven't we?”

You began walking toward the bathroom, turning to step backwards in order to keep looking at him, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“What happened this morning doesn't count,” you shrugged, trying to hide your excitement as he started to slowly stalk you.

“No?” he questioned, his eyebrows rising on his forehead.

You shook your head exaggeratedly as you reached the bathroom, your arm finding the tap to turn the shower on, and you saw Will leaning against the doorway out of the corner of your eye.

He was behind you now, unable to resist after trying to for a mere few seconds, his large hand splaying over your stomach where he slowly carded it up to your chest, his long fingers teasing your nipples while his mouth grazed against your neck that you angled to the side to expose to him.

“And what about now?”

“Mmm,” you whined, squirming against him as you indulged in his touch, feeling his cock beginning to swell against your bum. “Doesn't count either.”

Will growled against your skin and walked forward to force you both into the shower, shutting the glass door behind him before spinning you around, his lips crashing against yours as the water began to rain down on both your heads.

He grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your jawline slightly to angle your head closer to his while his thumb smoothed your cheek gently, the contrast making you as dizzy as his tongue delving deep into your mouth to twist with yours was.

You moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain when he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing his firm quad up against your sore sex, but despite having been thoroughly fucked multiple times already, you couldn’t resist grinding yourself on him.

It was uncertain if you would even be able to handle another round, the thought of his thick cock stretching you out seeming impossible right now but also something you wouldn’t say no to.

Your hands roamed his wet features, sliding up and down his muscular back and his toned arms until you explored lower, feeling his lower abs twitch to your light touch as you skimmed down through his golden trail of hairs and landed on his cock.

You massaged him slowly and carefully, working his half-hard erection mindfully to coax it to its full potential, the intensity of his kiss growing as you did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, parting from your lips slightly to look down at you pumping his semi-firm shaft while you humped his leg in languid rolls of your hips.

You looked so good, your eyes closed and features relaxed as you relished in the pleasure you were providing yourself, the water cascading over your breasts and all down your perfect body. Will wanted more than anything than to bury himself deep inside you again, and he growled almost frustratedly that he wasn’t and dove back to your parted, swollen lips as he bucked his hips against your hand.

Everything you were doing felt so good yet was doing nothing to help his cause, his body clearly spent from all the energy he’d output earlier, and after a couple more minutes of indulging in the attempt, Will pulled away from you with a crooked smile.

“Looks like we’ll be waiting until we're married after all,” he huffed, chuckling softly, his head tilting to the side along with a shrug of his shoulder in nonchalance.

You hummed, not disappointed or remotely unsatisfied, admiring his acceptance of his body’s slight betrayal, the way he stood there proud as ever and owning his mortal faults equally as sexy to you as his usual godly prowess.

“That’s more than okay, Will,” you reassured him. “I could use a rest too.”

“It’s not a lack of wanting to,” he laughed again, leaning toward you to rub his nose back and forth on yours.

You smiled against his lips and felt him do the same, his hands sliding up your back to hold you close to him, kissing you softly and tenderly before breaking apart again.

“I love you,” he spoke seriously, looking at you with the same conviction, his hair dark and flat on his head while water poured off his nose.

“I love you, too, Will.”

The crinkles around his eyes made another appearance as he smiled again, his long, blond lashes looking even more so from being saturated with water, and he reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out in his palm before rubbing it roughly through his hair until it stuck up wildly in the suds.

You grabbed the body wash and worked it between your hands for a few seconds before spreading the lather out over his broad chest, watching his sated smile appear and his eyelids close as he relaxed to your touch, and you knew you could easily let every minute you needed to get ready tick away in favour of this.

In true military fashion, Will had finished getting clean after another minute, and with one last passionate kiss to your lips, opened the shower door and stepped one foot out.

“I’ll leave you to get ready, gorgeous,” he smiled, watching you beam at him. “I’ll meet you at the altar.”

With a wink that made your heart pound furiously in addition to his words making butterflies explode in your stomach, he exited the shower, leaving you to finish your routine and watch as he dried himself off with a towel, your disbelief that you were marrying him in a matter of hours setting in more than it ever had before.

Will exhaled slowly as he looked in the mirror at himself, finishing fastening the buttons on his blue, flannel shirt, and made one last second-guess about his choice in attire for the ceremony only to have your previous reassurances echo in his mind.

“You can wear whatever you want. I love you all the same, whatever you’re in.”

He smiled and swallowed hard, his reflection appearing slightly blurry as he was reminded once again that you loved him so thoroughly and whole-heartedly it was surreal, and puffed out his cheeks in another forced exhale as he steadied himself to go do the one thing he wanted more than anything.

Abandoning his watch and any other accessories in exchange for wanting the ring you would slide on his finger to be the only piece he wore, he glanced one last time at the hands slowly ticking around the face of it and set it back on the dresser.

Eighteen minutes.

Another deep breath, and he picked up the delicate, gold band he couldn’t wait to see shine beside your engagement ring, placing it in the pocket of his shirt and securing it by resting his hand on his chest where it sat over his heart. He let his hand linger there, liking the heaviness of it pressing on his palm and knowing his heart was beating against it, and he hoped every ounce of love he had for you would be transferred into the token for you to always feel.

You were still tucked away in the second bedroom getting ready, and with nothing else left to do but wait, Will walked outside to retrieve the hand-picked bouquet he had set in a glass of water on the deck to keep as a surprise, and placed it on the floor outside your door.

He did another once-over of the display he’d made up in front of the fireplace; a cozy, makeshift bed compiled of multiple blankets and pillows set atop the mattress he pulled off the frame in the bedroom. Candles were set out in what seemed like every available space from the hearth to the tables and all around, and a full stack of freshly chopped wood sat nearby that was ready to burn for the rest of the night.

Satisfied that everything was perfect, he made his way out the door again and began his walk down the flagstone path toward the lake, the crisp air feeling welcome on his heated face.

The officiant was already there waiting, much to Will’s appreciation, and he gave the man a smile and wave as he approached, and shook his hand gratefully when he met him on the shoreline.

“It’s nice to meet you, Will,” he offered. “Are you all set?”

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Will smiled as he nodded enthusiastically.

“And you’ll still be exchanging your own vows in private?”

“That’s right.”

“Wonderful. Short and sweet then?” he confirmed, looking at Will over the rim of his glasses as he opened his book of notes.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Will stood straight with his hands clasped behind his back, then moved them forward where he rested one on his belt and let the other hang idly at his side, only to start fidgeting again in his impatience and lifted his right hand up to double check the ring was still in his breast pocket.

He knew the officiant could sense his nerves, but kept quiet which Will was grateful for, and after another minute and right on time, he could see you making your way down the stairs from the deck through the trees.

Breathe, Will told himself, seeing you come into full view in a simple, yet stunning white gown with the flowers he’d picked for you clasped in your hand, your smile capturing his attention more than anything else.

Unable to wait or stop himself, Will’s feet seemed to move on their own, walking in confident strides until they brought him to meet you halfway.

“Hi,” you whispered, looking at him with a gleam in your eyes.

“Hey,” he returned, feeling his cheeks hurting from how big he was smiling. “You look…” he paused, exhaling in awe, “so incredibly stunning.”

“Thank you. And thank you for these,” you said softly, your eyes full of gratitude for his sweet gesture as you held your bouquet up a bit higher. “They’re so beautiful, Will. This was the best surprise.”

If it was even possible, he smiled even bigger and nodded. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Before Will could say anything else, he caught the slight shiver you made, his joy switching quickly to concern, reaching up to smooth his hand over your bare upper arm that was littered in goosebumps.

“You’re going to freeze,” he warned, registering that if he was feeling the nip in the air now that the sun was beginning to set, you would be feeling it tenfold.

You shook your head, still beaming at him. “I’ll be fine, I swear. I can’t feel much right now, I’m too excited.”

He chuckled when you let out a small laugh and took your hand in his, tilting his head in the direction of where the officiant stood waiting for you.

“Well, let’s go get married then.”

“And Will, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish from this day forward?”

Will smiled, the wet settling in the corners of his eyes seeping out when he did.

“I do.”

You slid the black, tungsten ring onto his finger, thankful that you had said those two words first now that you were doing your best to choke back a sob, a couple of rogue tears falling down your cheeks in streams.

Now that both of your rings were fixed on your left hands, Will gripped your hands securely in his, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles as he held your gaze, listening to the final words that officially deemed you husband and wife.

“Is there anything either of you would like to add before you go off to share your vows privately?”

Will cocked his head slightly, his smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“All-in, sweetheart!” he spoke through his grin.

Your laugh puffed out with your breath, and you squeezed his hand as you nodded in agreement.

“All-in!”

The officiant smiled warmly and continued on, “In respect of keeping this short and to the point, it is my honour to formally announce you as husband and wife! Will, you may now kiss your bride.”

Both of your smiles grew even larger as you met for your kiss, breathing each other in as you melted into the moment you didn't realize you had waited your whole life for.

You were now on your own as the officiant left you where you stood, savouring your first moments of being a wedded couple, the only other person witness to your union the photographer who was discreetly off to the side capturing the moment; a gift insisted upon by Benny and Jess who knew as much as you wanted an intimate wedding, you would be grateful for photos of it to look back on.

“Can you believe this?” you beamed, smiling up at Will and awestruck for yet another time since knowing him at how the blue of his shirt and the sky could never match that of his eyes.

He shook his head slowly, his smile growing more with his movement. “No,” he laughed, leaning toward you to rest his forehead on yours.

“This has to be a dream,” he whispered.

You hummed, “I promise you it’s real, Will.”

A soft chuckle came off his breath, and you took a slow, deep breath of your own as you lingered there, eventually parting to make your way back to the cabin as the sun had now dropped behind the trees that belted the lake.

With your dress shed and left on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, you carefully walked over into the living room, wanting to be as stealthy as possible in order to not disturb the scene before you.

Will was kneeling before the hearth, expertly adding logs to the existing fire, stoking it meticulously with the same laser-sharp focus he had whenever he did anything.

His shirt was unbuttoned and hung open, giving you glimpses of his bare chest and toned stomach whenever his arm moved, and your heart swelled at how the firelight danced on his features and highlighted all the parts of him you could never tire of staring at. Long, blond eyelashes blinked like they were strung with lights of their own, the perfect profile of his nose casting a shadow onto his cheeks where a permanent line sat beside his mouth, the light emphasizing the plush of his lips and making the fairest hairs on his goatee and beard appear almost white.

Never missing a thing, you saw the corner of his mouth turn up, giving you a sideways glance to acknowledge your presence as he sensed you watching.

He stood and turned to you, his flaming-blue eyes looking your naked form up and down with so much love you couldn’t dare feel shy or exposed.

A knowing smile dressed his lips as he began to undress himself, ridding his open shirt and then jeans quickly until he stood in only his boxers which he slowly peeled down his long legs, the sight making your mouth water and heart swell.

His left hand extended out to call you over, and you didn’t miss the significance of it being the hand that held his ring, the black contrasting boldly on his pale skin.

You took his hand and let him pull you into him, his other landing on the small of your back so your body automatically arched toward him more, and the closeness of him and the heat from the fire on your bare skin made your eyes close.

His lips pressed against your forehead and then rested there, the gentle sound of his heart thrumming in his chest reverberating in your ear that lay beside it, and knowing you had the rest of your lives to enjoy small moments like this made you smile, feeling purely happy and content.

After another moment of standing still with each other aside from Will’s hand soothingly running up and down your back, he spoke softly into your hair.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, peeling your cheek off of his warm chest to meet his eyes.

He made his way to the floor, sitting amongst the blankets and pillows that would be your bed for the night, looking up at you as you followed, his eyes locked with yours as he helped guide you onto his lap.

Will met your cheek with his lips, moving over to the other, then landed a kiss onto the tip of your nose before brushing them over your lips, rubbing his nose back and forth against yours.

Your kisses started off slow and careful, warming up to each other as if there was such a thing, indulging in each second that felt like a blissful eternity to build up to the moment you had both been waiting for.

You sighed into his mouth, feeling his cock grow rigid beneath you, pressing up against your bare sex that ached to have him penetrate and fill you.

Will increased the pressure of his mouth on yours when you ground on his length, breathing into you as his hands traveled down from their place on your back to your bum, helping to lift you up so you were able to take him inside you.

Sinking down on his thick girth, your body molding to fit him, you accepted every inch of him gratefully, your brows knitting together as his mouth swallowed your small cry, your fingers gripping into his shoulders until you were fully seated on him.

Parting your lips from each other, you let your foreheads rest together, breathing deeply as one as your fingers relaxed on his flesh and you felt his tenderly ghost over your hips and up your back again.

“Do you want to go first?” he asked, his voice quiet, but sturdy.

You nodded, swallowing the lump that was growing in your throat, praying you could get through all of what you had practiced in your head over and over again without breaking.

You breathed out slowly and opened your eyes, seeing him smiling sweetly at you, his hand coming up to sweep a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he urged, his comfort instantly spreading through you and giving you strength.

You did, drawing in a deep inhale and blowing it out slowly, and with your next breath, you started your vows.

“It was a dream to think I could ever be loved like this. Every day with you feels like one, and I pray I never wake up to find it isn’t real.”

You took another deep breath, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, returning the soft smile he was giving you.

“I didn’t know love until I knew you. You make me whole. My missing piece.”

You blinked quickly, trying to fight the tears that were quickly accumulating.

“You have my whole heart forever, Will, and whatever you have to face, I will always be here to face it with you. I love you.”

You traced the line around his mouth as he smiled, matching it with your own, feeling so full of love and hope, your connection stronger than ever.

Will kissed you, stealing your next breath, and you felt the tears you had been holding back run down your cheeks. You moaned into him when he flexed inside you, the grip you had on the side of his face tightening as you pulled yourself even closer to him, but forced yourself to break your kiss out of fear you soon wouldn’t be able to stop.

Will smiled at you, his thumb brushing a streak of wet away from your flushed skin, and his eyes reflected all the love and kindness in his heart as they danced over your features.

He inhaled slowly, his chest filling up before letting it go, his expression turning serious as he looked down between your joined bodies and back up to you.

“I was drowning, suffocating,” he began, his tone strong, but reticent. “You taught me how to breathe again, helped me find who I am after being lost for so long.”

He grabbed your hand and held it in his, his thumb moving back and forth over the ring he’d slid on your finger earlier as if it was reminding him to be brave as he spoke.

“You are my home,” he continued, his voice starting to betray him, but he maintained eye contact even through the tears that started to well up in them. “The light in my darkness, the air that fills my lungs when I can't find it on my own. I have more love for you in my heart than I know what to do with, and I will love you as fiercely as I can for the rest of our lives.”

He paused for a moment, taking the opportunity to kiss you again, desperate and haste, his hand clutching the side of your face with as much conviction as his words.

Breaking the seal of your lips, he searched your eyes with his, his honesty and truth showing in the bright blue of them as he continued.

“You’re someone I knew I needed but never thought I would find, and I will spend my entire life trying to deserve you. I love you completely and with everything that I am, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Will.”

A small laugh blew out of his mouth when he smiled, a mix of relief and utter joy contrasting with the tears that made his eyes sparkle, all of the emotions he was experiencing exposed to you without shame.

His hands smoothed up your back as he buried his face in your neck, kissing you and breathing you in, every caress and touch full of intent to display how much he loved you and an attempt to get even closer to you.

Your fingers raked through his hair, your chin resting on his head, closing your eyes to focus on the feel of him against you as your bodies slowly began to move.

The heat from the fire berated the side of you that faced it, your hands able to easily glide across Will’s form already, his warm muscles flexing under your palms as he thrusted slowly up into you.

His lips seemed to write poems on your skin, smearing kisses that ranged from gentle to firm, careful to sloppy, all in a way of saying ‘I love you’ without speaking the words.

His hands followed the sway of your body, gripping your flesh and mimicking each ebb and flow as you rolled against him, losing yourselves in pleasure with every second that passed all while finding yourselves falling even more in love.

The more you rocked against him the more you found yourself desperate for him, needing him in a way you never had before, your hands moving to hold either side of his face to turn his head out of your neck, kissing him with fervor.

Your fingers gripped the scruffy hairs that covered his cheeks, breathing him in so forcefully as your tongues wove together, feeling as if you could never get enough of him or air or anything else vital to your existence.

A broken moan exchanged from your mouth to his as the coarse hairs on his lower belly struck the perfect spot on your clit, making you clench around him tightly, prompting him to drive up into you a little harder to help you find your climax.

It felt like your soul was leaving your body, your orgasm blissful and intense and drawn out perfectly by your husband working with you to have you experience it for as long as possible, your lips still locked together where he swallowed your cries, his hands holding you down against him so not to have you shy away from any of it.

When Will felt you relax and slow your actions, he immediately laid you down, one arm wrapped around your back to gently bring you back into the blankets, his other braced on the floor to support himself overtop of you, only slipping from you briefly. You gasped when he pushed back in, your folds tingly and your walls squeezing around his girth again, your body jolting when his body ground against your sensitive clit.

He smoothed his hand over your forehead, looking down at you to check that you were okay, you angling your head up to kiss him the only answer he needed to continue.

His thrusts were long and deep, powerful and deliberate, driving into you again and again until he felt himself growing closer to his end with each one.

Your bodies slid against each other blissfully, your sweat-coated skin warm and melding into each other even more, your moans growing as Will’s began to echo louder and reverberate through you.

His hand slipped under your thigh and lifted it higher on his hip, reaching a different angle where he was able to fuck you deeper while still keeping his slow, meticulous pace, a low growl coming off his tongue as he relished in the new sensation.

You met his movements naturally, the languid roll of your hips taking him as far inside you as you could, the tempo of your motion one with his, your hand skimming up and down his back until he began to ram harder into you, your fingers grabbing a handful of the thick flesh on his ass in response.

You let go of all control, knowing he would be following you as you succumbed for a second time, your head digging back into the pillows under your head while his mouth trailed lazily from yours and across your jawline until he found your neck, sucking and grazing his teeth along your pulse as he allowed your body to drag him with you to a point of no return.

He growled against your damp skin as he stuttered into you, his rhythm breaking and faltering, but his power only increased, pumping his leaking cock in and out of you until your cries filled the air and he swelled and emptied his load deep in your walls.

Will never stopped even after he had finished, continuing to thrust into you until his cum was spilling from your stretched hole, his lips finding yours again where he kissed you tenderly and carefully.

He eventually stilled, each movement slower than the one before, his only focus now on kissing you and winding down as you both regulated your breathing and relished in the afterglow of your love.

Your eyes opened when you felt his lips leave yours, hovering just over them, and you smiled in seeing an almost inebriated one dressing his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

Will nudged his nose against yours, rubbing it back and forth a couple of times before capturing you in another kiss, his hands slipping under your body to hold you closer to him as he let his weight relax onto you.

The bed beside the fireplace had become your preferred space to occupy since you first rested there to exchange your vows, not having left it for hours and happy to be completely ignorant to the time that was passing, the knowledge of seconds and minutes that grew into more significant numbers no longer a construct you were abiding to.

You assumed it was sometime in the afternoon now, the rainstorm that had blown in overnight blocking the sun from giving any light, the gloomy, grey skies feeling almost welcoming and like they were supporting your decision to hide away together without guilt and excusing you from paying attention to anything outside the cabin.

The view of the wide windows that faced the lake was perfect from your spot on Will’s chest, but a thick blanket of fog disguised the water and rain was streaking down the glass in heavy streams that was becoming mesmerizing to look at, and despite the picturesque scenery being hidden from you, it was still something you wanted to commit to memory.

It was quiet aside from the intermittent crackle of the fire, able to hear the haunting call of the loons that waded in the cool water even through the tapping of the rain on the roof, and Will’s steady breathing and constant heartbeat filled the silent moments between.

Continuing to choose sex and sleep over little else, you had left your bed only briefly to make breakfast together that you ate for dinner, your growling bellies and need for energy forcing you to finally eat, knowing it would only allow you to return to your activities with more hunger than ever.

You sauntered out from the bathroom, the steam from the shower trailing behind you as the heat clung to your skin, smiling at Will as you watched him in the kitchen searching through different cupboards until he found the glasses he was looking for.

His towel hung low on his hips, showcasing the dimples that decorated his lower back, the way his muscles flexed so marvelling even while making the simplest movements.

He glanced over his shoulder at you with a grin of his own, having sensed your stare, and opened the fridge where he retrieved a bottle of champagne.

“I almost forgot about this,” he explained, setting it on the counter where he began to peel off the foil and twist open the cage that encased the cork. “It’s a gift from Pope.”

“Well that’s awfully generous of him,” you chirped, knowing it would be one of the most expensive bottles available and taste divine, but your mouth was watering more at the sight of the towel lingering at the connection of Will’s legs to his torso, the deeply accentuated cuts on his hips drawing your eye where it tapered to the part of him you seemed unable to get enough of.

The pop of the cork releasing from the bottle brought you out of your thoughts, and you walked around the island to meet your husband where he handed you a glass after filling them, and clinked his own against it.

“Cheers, Mrs. Miller,” he purred, choosing to lean in and kiss you rather than take a drink.

Promising to keep your hands off each other long enough to put some clothes on, make and eat a proper meal, and clean up after was proving more difficult than you thought.

Music was playing softly as you both worked at your respective tasks, feeling completely content with the silence that filled the kitchen between random comments and small conversations, Will taking occasional sips of a beer while you enjoyed a glass of wine.

You wondered if this ‘newlywed’ stage of being insatiable would last for years through your marriage, and smiled to yourself that there was no doubt it would as that excited feeling that had been there since the start burst and fluttered in your stomach every time Will stepped near you.

“What?” he smirked, having caught the expression on your face when he passed you.

“Nothing,” you lied, giggling as you did your best to keep chopping the mushrooms for the pasta you were making.

His eyebrow raised as he silently called your bullshit and stirred the garlic and onions that were simmering in the pan, and you loved and cursed all at the same time that he was always able to read you like a book.

“You can toss those in any time,” he muttered, his voice low as he stood behind you, close enough you could feel the heat of his body but far enough that he remained untouching, his self-control always outshining yours.

You let your hands pause in their duty, resting the knife on the cutting board as you closed your eyes when Will’s fingers lightly skimmed up your arm, his mouth landing on your shoulder.

“Okay,” you answered in a whisper, finding your voice and reopening your eyes when you felt him retreat from you.

Finishing slicing the last of the mushrooms, you turned and swept them off the wood board with your hand into the frying pan, watching them meld into the other ingredients as Will stirred it around with a spoon.

“Are you willing to sacrifice some of your wine to go in this?” he asked, a crooked smirk on his lips when you glanced at him.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “If I have to!”

He chuckled and reached for the bottle that sat on the island, the loud sizzle of it hitting the hot pan alluring before simmering out after a couple seconds.

“God, it smells so good already,” you complimented, your stomach rumbling when you leaned closer to the pan and breathed it in.

Will smiled in response, continuing to stir before he tapped the spoon on the side of the pan and moved to the fridge.

“What else needs to be done?” you asked.

He returned to you, setting down a bunch of fresh parsley and a carton of cream, tilting his head as he looked you up and down.

“Parsley needs to be chopped, the cheese needs to be grated, cream needs to be added…” he listed off slowly, stepping closer to you with each word until he loomed over you.

Instead of touching him, you let your fingers dance along your own skin, knowing not to trust them otherwise, your hand rubbing the side of your neck and then falling to your chest.

Your breath hitched in your throat when Will’s fingers landed on you, tracing the same path down your neck that yours had, and finally meeting your hand where he rubbed his index finger back and forth along the back of it.

“You’re breaking the rules,” you uttered, your voice lusty.

“Yeah, well, they’re my rules to break.”

You laughed through a weak smile. “We’re gonna starve at this rate.”

Will let out a low growl as he exhaled deeply, his jaw clenching as he mustered more restraint.

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

By some miracle you both stayed true to your word and made it through dinner and the clean-up with little distraction and were finally back beside the fire.

You sat with your back against the sofa with Will between your legs, your hands idly playing in his hair, his muscles relaxed but his breathing starting to grow ragged.

He was still wearing his track pants that he had put on earlier, but nothing else, and his pale skin was starting to blush from the heat of the fire and your touch, and even though he was facing away from you, you knew the pleasured expression that dressed his features.

You let your fingers dig a little harder into his scalp, bringing out a low groan from him, the noise going straight to your core and making a wave of heat flush through you despite only wearing one of his t-shirts and your panties.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you cooed, continuing to massage his head with the same pressure.

“Fuck…yeah…” he moaned, his chest rising and falling with deeper breaths, shifting slightly against you where you noticed his cock flinch between his legs through the thin material.

You kissed his hair, your hands travelling down onto his chest where you slowly carded them over his flesh, alternating between gentle squeezes and drawing feather-light patterns with your fingertips, writing invisible love notes on him.

He captured your left hand in his as it lingered over his heart, his fingers toying with your rings that glimmered in the orange light from the flames, the sight of them on your hand still something that made your heart flip in your chest.

Your hand slipped from his as your other continued to scratch through his hair, the sensation making him give up any control and simply submit to feeling this relaxed, and his moans started up again when both of your hands returned to his head to work their magic.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips when you saw how hard he was from this alone, and although you had no intentions to stop anytime soon, this gave you every reason to keep going and send your husband into bliss.

Arousal shot through you like electricity when you watched Will paw at his cock through his pants before lifting his hips enough to pull the waist down his thighs, his dick springing out before he took it in his hand and languidly stroked it.

You didn’t stop touching him, continuously weaving your fingers through his hair, tugging at it and lightly scratching at his scalp, listening to his heaving breaths while your eyes were fixed on him steadily jerking himself off.

He lazily pumped up and down, the head of his cock engorged and starting to leak, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth or sink down onto it, feeling him inside you in some way, but this wasn’t about you.

“That’s it, Will, keep going,” you encouraged, your words breathy and full of arousal.

The opposing look of his black ring against his ivory skin made your belly swoop, and you wondered if the feel of it moving up and down against his veiny flesh added to the addicting sensation. It was almost possessive, the sight of your token adorning his long finger that was wrapped around his cock that filled you up every day making your cunt ache unbearably, and you found you couldn't stop praising him.

“You look so good, Will,” you uttered, so much blood rushing in your head you barely heard yourself. “I love watching you like this...”

You heard him blow air out of his mouth with the puff of his cheeks, giving a simple and quick nod while he continued to jerk himself off, and the longer you watched the scene in front of you unfold, the more enthralled you became.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, your curiosity spiking.

A curt laugh huffed out as an answer, quickly followed by a moan as you raked your nails a little harder through his hair.

“Hmm?” you nudged. “Are you thinking about being buried in my wet pussy? Fucking me hard and deep until I'm screaming?”

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head leaning back against your shoulder while the motion of his hand worked faster.

You leaned closer to him, capturing the lobe of his ear in your teeth, your breath teasing his sweaty skin to make him groan.

“You're close aren't you, baby? Gonna make a mess all over yourself thinking about my tight cunt…”

His head shook up and down once, unable to form anything that resembled a spoken ‘yes’, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he squirmed against you.

Having you talk him through it seemed to put him further into the grips of euphoria, his moans interchanging with whimpers and whiny curses, his movements erratic as he grew closer to falling apart completely.

“Fuck…come here, sweetheart,” he panted. “I need inside you–Fuck! I need to fill you up.”

He sat up slightly to allow you to move out from behind him, still touching himself as vigorously as possible without any lube, his free hand landing on your hip to guide you onto his lap while his other stilled on his cock and steadied it for you to sit on.

“Come on. Hurry,” he warned.

You pulled your panties to the side as much as you could, the desperation of knowing he was seconds away from blowing his load making you shiver, not wanting to waste any time in being used.

Your hands automatically returned to his hair as you lined up to him, encasing him fully as he forced you down on his length, not giving you any time to adjust before he rutted up into you and immediately started to cum.

His open mouth smeared against your shoulder, wetting the cotton of his shirt that covered you, his hands desperately clawing at your back as he spasmed and stuttered until you were full of his hot, thick release.

Unbridled grunts rumbled against you, the muscles in his back and shoulders tight as you let your hands fall from his hair, your hips still moving on him to help him live out every second of his climax.

“Jesus Christ,” he said through a smile, looking at you in utter amazement, a soft chuckle stumbling off his lips.

His eyes were bright, full of a rare sort of levity that made the blue of his irises even more striking, the sight of him like this making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“That good, huh?” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheeks as you continued to admire him.

He nodded and hummed before planting his lips on yours, kissing you with enough gratitude that a voiced ‘thank you’ could never convey.

His hands were all over you, rubbing up your sides and around to your back, the friction from his palms making your shirt shift upward until he was actively lifting it over your head.

You instinctively moved closer into him once you were bare, the feel of his skin against yours warmer and more welcoming than the heat from the fire beside you, both of you smiling at each other for a moment before he kissed you again.

Having more of you exposed to him, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, taking advantage of being able to taste more parts of you, his fingers dancing all over your skin gently and lovingly.

“I love you so damn much,” he murmured, his mouth barely leaving you. His head shook slightly when he spoke, the stress in the tone of his words indicating just how badly he needed you to believe it, and you found it funny to think you knew exactly how much he did without him even having to say it.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there, smiling against it as you inhaled deeply and let your fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck.

“I love you too, Will.”

A low groan resounded against your chest as his cock slipped out of you, but Will wasted no time in grabbing your hips to adjust your position on him, sitting you slightly higher so you were pressed against his lower abs.

You whined, the sensation of his cum spilling out of you to soak your panties making you squirm, testing to see if it felt just as good as you thought it would.

Grinding your hips, Will continued to guide you with his hands, holding you firmly on him until you found a rhythm that already was making you see stars.

Your thong was still shifted to the side, the friction on your clit coming from rubbing against his pubes and your underwear being wedged between your lips, his cum the best lubricant you could imagine and allowing you to glide easily against him as it pooled and leaked from your cunt.

Your eyes closed as you continued to ride him, your head falling back in ecstasy when you felt his mouth cover your breast, wetting your stiff nipple and rolling it with his tongue.

He released it and took hold of it with his fingers instead, glaring at you with equal ardor and hunger.

“Your turn, sweetheart,” he encouraged roughly, the amusement in his words making you tingle from head to toe.

All sense of time was lost since being at the cabin, the freedom and carelessness so foreign but so welcome to Will.

No restraints or agenda to follow, free from the prison of his own mind that constantly kept count of all the things he refused to let go of, his burdens set to the side where he was allowed to simply be.

He ran his hand over his hair to try to get some of the water out of it, then wiped his palm down his face to do the same, and reached for a towel hanging on the back of the door that he wrapped around his waist.

The bathroom window faced the lake, the fresh breeze mixing in with the steam from the shower, and Will swore every time he looked at this view that it was one he would never tire of.

It wasn’t the first time he considered extending your stay here, the possibility growing more and more probable as each day went on, neither of you wanting to give up on this honeymoon bliss just yet, and right now the urge to never go back home was stronger than ever.

A bit of anxiety bubbled in his stomach, thinking of making the choice between retiring or continuing on as a Captain, the uncertainty and unsteadiness and thought of dealing with it all when he got home making him want to avoid it and hide away here even more.

But facing these things felt different now.

In all the times he tried to ground himself, find something good to focus on while in the throes of hell and always came up short, he now had you.

You were his person. His reason. His purpose. Everything good to hold onto when the things he did came back to haunt him.

Will took a deep breath, pausing in his racing thoughts, feeling such an overwhelming sense of joy that he had to focus and count each one in, and each one out.

He walked through the cabin, eyeing the mess of blankets you had just crawled out of not long ago and the glow of coals still burning hot in the hearth, his hand resting on the fold of material that kept the towel hanging low on his hips.

A smile tugged at his lips, still unable to believe this was his life and you were his to love forever.

Another breath in.

One, two, three.

His eyes immediately found you, seeing you standing on the deck in nothing but his blue, flannel shirt looking out on the lake, lost in your own world.

You were his peace. His calm. Every intake of air that filled his lungs and kept him going.

Because of you he could breathe.

Leaning against the open patio door, Will crossed his arms over his bare chest, taking a minute to admire you as you stood undisturbed.

You were the view he needed every day, these beautiful surroundings pale in comparison, his smile growing so big it hurt his cheeks while the swell of his heart felt like it would burst through the cage that kept it in his chest.

Having sensed him, you turned to face him, your beaming smile a greeting he needed to witness every day of his life.

He tilted his chin upward in a nod, pushing off the doorframe with his shoulder as you walked toward him, the happiness and serenity that filled him clear in his voice.

“There's my beautiful wife.”

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

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It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

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The Chase

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. CNC. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Inspired by seeing the viral "foot pursuit challenge" going around, you and Will decide to put a little twist on it and make it your own naughty game.

A/N: 😅 I can't even defend why I wrote this I just want Will to chase me down in tac gear and wreck me so badly 😩

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It was innocent enough. Until it wasn’t.

The viral “foot pursuit challenge” piqued your interest as soon as you saw it going around, and when you asked Will to participate, he was more than game.

Benny and his wife were there too, having driven out to a back road with plenty of space, both brothers talking complete shit at how easy it would be for them to chase you girls down, their years of intense military training bringing out their confidence.

Hearing Will’s thundering footsteps approach quickly behind you sparked something you didn’t know thrilled you, and even though you didn’t dare look back at him, you knew he was on you in seconds without barely breaking a sweat.

He had grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you off the ground, spinning you into his arms where you kicked and laughed beyond your control, but what he said when he caught you made it turn into something you wanted to explore further and made your giggles die out quickly.

“You’re lucky we’re not alone right now or you’d be getting it.”

His breath was hot on your skin, tickling your ear so that goosebumps exploded all over your body from head to toe, your throat feeling dry and tight.

Will’s large hand had a grip on your breast while his other smacked you on the ass, a low grunt sounding from his heaving chest as he looked at you with a darkness in his eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip in his teeth and glared at you, and you swore your heart stopped when you felt his erection rub on you as he hovered against you, barely releasing you from his hold.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

It was usually quiet this time of day, the hiking trails that wove through a wooded area the perfect spot for it, both of you relieved and excited when you had pulled in the parking area and saw no other vehicles there.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he confirmed again, but the way he slapped the velcro strap on his tac vest with his long hand to secure it in place was all the convincing you needed had you not already been one hundred percent on board with your game.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, feeling your arousal build and your pussy already aching.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and raised his eyebrows as if giving you one last opportunity to reconsider, and when he slammed the tailgate of his truck shut, you jumped.

“Okay then,” he sang, glancing at his watch. “I’m giving you a thirty second head start once we get in there.”

You bit your cheek to stop yourself from grinning, and when he looked at you and shook his head with a smirk on his face you squirmed, already feeling your heart pounding in your chest from the excitement of it.

“Alright, let’s do it,” he chuckled, pressing off his feet in the dirt trail and into a slow jog.

Passing no one on the trail so far after about ten minutes of a light warm-up, Will eased to a stop and looked around, happy that you were seemingly alone.

His veins were already bulging in his neck and his forearms, his blood pumping through him without even exerting himself yet, and your mouth watered knowing how good the taste of his sweat was and how gorgeous his face looked when it got all blushed whenever he ran.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

A nervous laugh blew out of your lips, your skin feeling tingly from a rush you knew hadn’t even begun yet, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Run fast,” he warned, his tone even, and the expression on his face told you you didn’t have a chance in hell.

Unable to say anything, you swallowed hard and took off, sprinting as fast as you could in order to try to give yourself more of an advantage and make the most of the fleeting thirty seconds.

You were a good runner, but after a bit you knew you would be slowing down, and regardless, Will would be catching up to you in no time.

Blood was pounding in your ears, the ringing drowning out the sound of your own panting breaths as you pushed yourself as hard as you could. You prayed a tree root or even just your own feet wouldn’t trip you up, knowing by now that your head start was up, and suddenly you felt like you were in a horror movie.

Even though you knew it was your husband on the other end of this chase, you couldn’t get the sickening pit in your stomach to go away, realizing with grave terror the reality that you likely wouldn’t be able to outrun someone in a worse scenario.

Your lungs burned and your limbs felt heavy, your false fear feeling all too real as you kept going as fast as you could move, doing your best to focus on the path in front of you and not on the man who pursued you from behind.

You could sense him gaining on you, your excitement mixing with nerves that had your fight or flight response in overdrive, the anticipation of him catching you almost too much to handle.

Well into the trail now, you decided to take a chance and deek off the path, still managing to keep your pace despite the branches and small brush growing thicker there, surprising yourself with your agility.

The harsh snap of a stick made a gasp come out of your mouth as you worked to keep your breathing at an even tempo, and the rustling of leaves and thumping of heavy feet on the forest floor increased faster than you could stand to hear.

It was exhilarating and completely frightening all at once, waiting to feel his hands grab at you as the crack of branches grew louder, wondering when the moment would come that his body would finally take yours down.

And then he did.

Feeling his fingertips graze at your back, you gave one last push with everything you had left in an effort to evade him, only to feel his arm snake around your waist, his weight barreling into you so forcefully it pushed you off your feet.

The momentum made both of you crash to the ground, his tackle knocking the wind out of your lungs despite his care to not actually hurt you, the thud of your body hitting the dirt echoing in your ears.

You squirmed beneath him, a pitiful attempt to wiggle your way out of his hold, only to feel the heavy mass of him keep you firmly stuck where you were, and you smiled hearing him grunt with his efforts.

He felt like he was on fire, his heat pouring through both your clothes and onto your back, his breaths heaving and laboured on your sweat-coated skin.

Dirt smeared across your cheek as you turned your face to the side to try to catch a glimpse of him, seeing a look of satisfaction and something totally primal twisting his gorgeous features.

His cheeks were red, his skin gleaming with drops of sweat that traveled downward until they dripped off the tip of his nose, his blond hair saturated and dark.

The muscles in his face flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, working to get his hands in the waist of your pants where he ripped them down in one go along with your panties, his rough treatment of you making you close your eyes as you waited for what was going to come next.

More feral, guttural noises came out of his mouth and you knew he saw how wet you were, making you lift your hips as much as possible in order to put yourself more on display for him.

The sinful sound of his belt opening rang with that familiar clank that made your cunt ache even more, and your mouth watered when you heard the zipper peel down followed by the shift of material as he freed himself.

There was no mercy as he buried his thick cock in you in one go, this not the time to ease you into taking his size and rather an example of the control your Captain could have over you no matter how hard you might try.

You cried out, digging your fingers into the soft soil as he began pounding into you relentlessly, the power behind his thrusts already making you feel dumb from pleasure.

One hand was planted firmly in the center of your back to keep you down while the other grabbed at the flesh on your hip like a vice, his fingers biting into your skin like teeth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, seemingly in need of more of you as he tore your pants further down your legs before using his thigh to nudge the back of your knee, forcing your right leg up so he could drive deeper in your cunt.

A drawn out moan spilled from your mouth at the change, the bitter taste of earth tainting your tongue as your face smeared back and forth on the ground from a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

Will laid himself fully on top of you, covering your form completely as he continued to plow into you, your body jolting when his hand found space between you and the ground and started rubbing your clit.

Being smothered by him made you dizzy, feeling constrained and claimed all at once, protected and retained, your heart swelling knowing no matter the situation, Will always carried a sense of possessiveness toward you.

You moved as much as you could, attempting to grind against his fingers to chase down your quickly building climax, but everything he was doing had you right there anyway.

The sensation of his thick cock dragging in and out of your drenched cunt was almost too much to bear, every detail of his shaft that was now completely soaked by you memorized by your tight hole, the sounds of profane squelching and his heavy breathing finally sending you over the edge.

His hand quickly came out from under you and grabbed your face, covering your mouth to muffle your screams as you tensed beneath him, his wet fingers careless to their grip and placement as they clawed at your lips and fumbled against your teeth.

The taste of yourself made your mouth water more, feeling spit seep out around his fingers while he pounded furiously deep inside your constricting walls, his teeth raking over the side of your neck where your pulse thrummed viciously as he came undone in the wake of your orgasm.

A sharp hiss passed through his gritted teeth as the first of his spurts of hot cum filled you, his hips stuttering against your ass as his rhythm fell apart into something even more erratic, his breath blowing cruelly on your sweaty skin.

He remained on top of you for a minute, his lips pressing all over your neck and cheek, his hand that had been covering your mouth gently trailing down the side of your waist.

A stupid, exhausted smile dressed your lips as you came down, the sounds of the forest and chirping of birds able to be heard again now that your mind and body were beginning to quiet the electricity that had deafened your senses.

Will eventually pulled out of you and sat back on his heels, a deranged laugh puffing out of him as he admired the view in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he huffed, watching you lay there dirty, sweaty and disheveled, his cum leaking out of your stretched hole. “That's a game we might have to play more often.”

You giggled as you rolled over onto your back, smiling at Will who's own spread wide on his face and made all the lines around his eyes and mouth scrunch up.

He took another second to scan over you, the sight of you still half-naked and crudely exposed keeping him hard and wanting more, the temptation to ram himself back in your cunt and fuck you again, but harder, almost unbearable.

Recognizing the look in his eyes, you smirked as you teasingly shifted your hips to tug your panties back up, watching his chest inflate slowly in a way to try to calm himself as he made note of how his load would barely be contained by the tiny bit of material.

You sat up, leaning forward to press your lips against his slowly and teasingly, feeling his long, drawn out moan pass into your mouth as he relaxed into your kiss.

You couldn’t stifle your giggle when you took hold of his cock, still sticky and hot from you, and stroked it, feeling him buck closer to your touch and growl before you carefully tucked him back in his boxers.

“We’re gonna get caught if we keep this up,” you smiled, biting your lip when you parted from his.

“We’re lucky we didn't already,” he chuckled, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he nodded his head once.

Will stood and brought his pants back over his ass before fastening them and his belt, and extended his hand down to help you off the ground after you had pulled your tight spandex leggings back into place.

He was on you the moment you turned from him and started walking, pressing himself against your back while his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his tone raspy and loaded with want when he spoke.

“Let's get home, sweetheart, we’re gonna need a shower.”

---

Taglist:

@dailydragon08 @thedreadandthefugitivemind @glassgulls @littlenosoul

@maggotzombie @rmwarn90 @paintlavillered @casa-boiardi @stealfromthedevil

@kmc1989 @justreblogginfics @spaghettificationandpretzels @whatever-lmaoo @steviebbboi

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