#willie x reader

Willie is on my top 3 favorite Joaquin's characters and so underrrated! so I wanted to post a little something, he's so broody and needing to be loved (Lots in commong with Commodus don't you think?)

The knock came at 2:13 AM. Three sharp, deliberate knocks. Nothing friendly, someone who did not hesitate. The kind of knock that told you to answer or else. You could have gotten scared, called the cops but you knew who was at your door. There could only be one man... 

Willie Guttirez stood there with blood dried at his temple, a bruise swelling just under his cheekbone, and his shirt damp at the collar. Not from rain but from fighting, perhaps running away too. 

He didn’t say a word, didn’t smile either. He simply wanted to come in. 

You stared at him. “Are you hurt?” you asked, detailing him. He wore an expensive suit, crumpled, with some specks of blood on it, ruined.  

He tilted his head, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Got a smoke?” he asked, ignoring your question, perhaps pretending to be fine.  

You could have closed the door, you could have told him you weren’t his pit stop, his clean place to land when things got messy. But you didn’t because you cared enough to want to shelter him; even if it put you in trouble. You stepped back and let him in. 

He brushed past you, putting his jacket on a chair, as if he wanted his intrusion to be as ordered as possible, not bring chaos in your life. You could smell something like metal and engine grease and sweat. Like he hadn’t stopped working and running since dusk. He went to sit on the edge of your couch, not wanting to dirty it, perhaps ready to bolt if something bad happened. 

“You scared?” he asked, lighting the cigarette you handed him. 

“Should I be?” you asked back, sitting in front in front of him. 

Willie grinned without humor. “Depends what you know.” You watched him take a long drag, head tipped back, throat working. His fingers were nicked and bruised, one knuckle swollen. But he held the cigarette gently, his hand slightly trembling. 

“You always show up like this?” you asked. “All… busted.” 

He exhaled slowly “Only when things go sideways.” 

“What happened tonight?” you pushed, tired of being kept into ignorance. 

Willie didn’t answer. His knee bounced once, and his eyes flicked toward the dark window. “Doesn’t matter.” 

“You’re bleeding, Willie.” you reached out, taking hold of his hand. It must have been so heavy for him to keep all those secrets; to be alone in it. 

He laughed bitterly, just once. “It’s not mine.” 

You swallowed down, retreating your hand. Something in your chest turned cold...to think Willie was able to put himself so low. 

It’s not what you think.” he added, sensing your discomfort. A flicker of fear passed through his eyes. He was afraid that you, his only safe place would push him away. 

“Isn’t it?” you retorted, hearing police sirens outside. Perhaps they were looking for him. Luckily, your ties with him had remained hidden, even from your own parents. 

He looked at you then, tired and vulnerable “I didn’t come here to scare you. Just needed somewhere that don’t reek of cheap whiskey and failure.” 

You hesitated, then came to sit beside him. “You always land here when that happens.” 

“Yeah...” he said after a beat. “Yeah, I do.” He took another drag before looking down at his bloodied hands . “I see guys living normal...clocking in, picking up dry cleaning, going home to wives that ask how their day went. And I think... that could’ve been me. I should’ve. Instead I ended up in a bloody pit that keeps getting worse and worse. And when the end of it will come, I’ll be the one paying for it...because I got too greedy.” 

His voice was different now, quieter. Like he’d cracked and only just noticed. “I got lost somewhere.” he said. “Somewhere between the yards, the lies, politics and the fists. And I don’t know how to come back.” 

You turned your head, meeting his eyes. “Then don’t go back there.” 

He scoffed, but it wasn’t sharp. “It’s not that easy. Here I am valued for my work. Out there I’ll just be the Puerto Rican worth nothing but poor jobs. Cause that’s what immigrants have to accept. I don’t got the blueprint for something else.” 

You reached for his hand, just a brush of your fingers. But he latched on like it grounded him. “I ain’t good at this.” he said sofly, the muscles of his jaw working. 

You squeezed his hand, firm. “Then stay here. Just for tonight.” 

He didn’t answer. Just leaned into your shoulder, head bowed, breath warm against your shirt. And for the first time since you’d known him, Willie didn’t try to be tough. He just stayed quiet, and he remained by your side. 

*The morning after* 

Sunlight spilled across the floor. Your apartment smelled faintly of cigarettes and cold coffee. The window was cracked open, letting in the lazy hum of the city starting to wake up; trucks in the distance, a dog barking, someone cursing into a phone. Life going on as usual. 

And Willie was asleep on your couch. One arm draped across his eyes. The other hanging limply off the side like he’d fallen there instead of laid down. His boots were still on. His jacket balled up under his head. That bruise on his cheek had darkened overnight, now a blooming violet against the morning light. 

You stood in the kitchen with a chipped mug of coffee and just watched him. He looked younger when he slept, more peaceful. Like the hard edges that held him together had loosened, softened in the stillness. His mouth was slightly open, breath slow. Chest rising and falling beneath the same wrinkled shirt from last night. 

You didn’t wake him; wanting to protect that peace a little longer. But after a few minutes, he stirred. He blinked blearily at the ceiling, and groaned like the weight of the world had just remembered where it left him. 

“Shit.” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “What time is it?” he asked to himself, blinking as he tried to look at his watch. 

“Little after nine.” you answered before him. He was almost startled by your presence. He sat up, shoulders stiff, wincing as he moved. Then, he looked around as if recollecting the events of last night. Then his eyes landed on you, his expression unreadable. 

“You got any aspirin?” he asked. 

You raised your mug. “You got any manners?” you grinned, reaching in the drawer for aspirin.  

That earned the smallest smile. He scratched at his jaw, still groggy. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. And...good morning.” 

“I know. And...good morning Willie.” You set the coffee down and handed him two aspirin and a glass of water. He took them without a word, then held the glass for a second like he didn’t know what to do next. 

“I don’t usually do this.” he commented, thoughful. 

You arched a brow. “Bleed all over someone’s couch at 2 AM?” 

His lips twitched. “No. Wake up somewhere safe. With warm coffee and...aspirin.” he scoffed bitterly. Something so simple, yet he wasn’t used to it. 

You went to sit beside him. The couch creaked under the shared weight. He turned his head to look at you. “I meant what I said last night.” he murmured. “I don’t got the blueprint for this kind of life. I don’t know how to be worth it...how to not to fuck it up.” 

You nodded in understanding . “Then start small.” He tilted his head, curious. “Start with coffee.” you said. “No schemes, no trafficking. Just… coffee on a normal sunny morning.” 

Willie stared at you a moment longer. Then leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and let out a long breath that sounded like it had been held in for years. Silence filled the appartment, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Only the sound of the city outside and the drops of coffee dripping into the carafe. 

Willie’s thumb was rubbing slow circles on the glass in his hands. You watched him from the kitchen counter, havine gone to refill your mug, sipping your second cup, pretending not to notice the way his gaze drifted now and then over your shelves, the cracked baseboard, the busted cabinet hinge that had been broken since last winter. 

“Your drawer sticks.” he said suddenly. 

You blinked. “What?” 

Willie nodded toward the kitchen. “That one next to the stove. Top drawer. Catches at the side.” 

“Yeah...” you agreed, wondering where he was going with that observation “It’s been like that for months.” 

He stood. Stretched with a wince, then crossed the room barefoot. He opened the drawer, pulled it out halfway and studied it. 

“I got a screwdriver in my car.” 

You leaned against the counter. “Do I even want to know why you keep tools in your car?” 

He shot you a smirk over his shoulder. “Let’s just say I don’t always use ‘em for cabinets.” 

Still, he disappeared out the door. He came back five minutes later with a small, beat-up toolkit and that same hungry kind of focus in his eyes but now it was aimed at something small, daily. He leaned fowards and worked in silence. You watched from the counter, sitting on your stool, chin resting on your hand. He was fast, confident in his work like he’d done this a hundred times before. 

“You do this a lot?” you finished asking, truly impressed. 

He didn’t look up, keeping on fixing your drawer. “Used to. Before I started following the wrong people.” The screwdriver clicked once, twice. “Figured I’d be some kind of handyman...Own a shop, nothing big. Just…” He trailed off, then shrugged. “Didn’t happen.” 

You were quiet a moment. “You could still do that.” you suggested. 

Willie paused. Then he tested the drawer. It was smooth, no catch. It slid in and out like it was brand new. He smiled, satisfied as he wiped his hands on his jeans. “Guess I can fix a thing or two.” 

You smiled. “You want a medal Mr Guttierez?” you teased him. 

He grinned. “Nah. A bagel will do.” 

You tossed him one from the counter. He caught it and came to sit at your counter, with such hunger that it felt like a bagel the best reward he could receive. A normal life was perhaps possible after all and you know Willie could have the ambition to succeed at it. As long as someone believed in him. 

I hope you enjoyed reading this! don't hesitate to say it if you would like to read more fics about Willie, I got a few drafts laying around ^^

Pair: Luke Patterson x Ghost! reader, Platonic! Willie x reader, Platonic! Alex x reader

Warnings: Death and mentions of suicide, drug abuse, kinda angsty 

Word Count: 2k

For ages 18+

A/N: This is overall pretty depressing and it's not exactly a happy ending, I wrote this based off the song Out of love by Alessia Cara. Its not my best work but either way I hope you enjoy. 

Disclaimer: Gifs are not mine

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You knew this day would come. You don't know how many times you've called yourself stupid and cursed yourself. He liked her possibly even loved her by now. You were a fool for thinking that just because you found each other in this new version of life, that he could love you the same as he did before. Just because you were together before you died doesn't mean that you could have a life together after death. No matter how much you were still deeply enamored with him. Him and his stupid bright smile, his laugh that was contagious, his chocolate hair that you loved to run your hands through in the middle of cuddling. The calming feeling it gave you both, would it still have that same affect if you tried it now? Let's not mention his eyes. Oh, his eyes. The big green eyes that made him look like a puppy, so pure and innocent, it also held pain that you both would share at times. You both coming from families who had expectations. Expectations that neither of you could hold up. His eyes gave you hope, and butterflies and love.

They still did, he still did. He still had his optimism; although you could tell it was forced. it was the same thing he always tried to do. He was always the one to brighten peoples day and be the strong optimistic one when the others (and even himself) weren't. Either way he was still that same character he always was. And you were still deeply, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. You think you always would be.

Despite the new changes of your relationship. Or change. That change being Julie Molina. You saw the way that Luke had looked at her, praised her and her voice. You couldn't hate her for it. It would've been easier to hate her if she was a bitch, you couldn't lie, however she wasn't. She was loyal, caring and determined. She was strong and beautiful and exactly the type of person Luke needed. You were friends with Julie and you cared for her. So, no, you couldn't hate her. It wasn't her fault you changed and was no longer what he wanted. She was not responsible for your insecurities or feelings that you still held for Luke or the feelings that he held for her.

You decided you would let him go. You would let him go because your time with him was over. You were no longer what he needed nor what he wanted and that was okay because you would let him go.

You died a couple of months after the guys did. It was a drug overdose. After the Luke, Alex and Reggie's passing, you got into some pretty bad habits. Such as partying, alcoholism and your cause of death; drugs. It was not great.

The week of your death was rough. You were cleaning your closet after weeks of not doing so, you were gonna make a change, you would do better. That was until you found multiple shirts of Lukes laying about your closet, they were hidden underneath all of your other clothes that were piled up in there. In one particular jacket you found a note in the pocket. 'Can't wait for you to hear the surprise I have for you after the show beautiful ;)' After reading the barely legible note , you broke. You had suspicions he was writing a song about you, he was hinting at it before... and now this confirmed it. You would've gone looking for his notebook if it wasn't for Bobby who when you told him, brushed you off and took you out to distract you. That was when you were introduced to some guy who Bobby told you; had 'the good stuff'. You shrugged it off and took whatever he gave you. Turns out you took too much in so little time and you were dead.

After accepting the fact that you were dead, you wandered around 'life' hoping you'd find your lover and best friends. That day didn't come and you found yourself befriending another ghost named Willie. He was kind enough to show you the perks of being, well, dead. He even tried to introduce you to Caleb and that whole world but you decided you were out before you were even in. You had felt enough bad vibes from Caleb to know not to get involved with him. If only you had those survival instincts when you were alive.

Then it was 25 years of being a ghost and Willie had came to hang out with you in your favorite spot that you now called your home, a beach house that some rich family used as their Summer home.

"Hey Y/N, made a new friend today." He said skating into the house. You walked out of one of the rooms while reading a book, not really paying attention to what he was saying. "Oh really? that's cool."

"Yeah his names Alex, said he was in a band." You froze and looked up at him as he skated and transported on top of the kitchen counter. 'No,' you thought. 'It couldn't be your Alex, could it?' There was no way, not after all these years, it doesn't make sense. There were also a million different guys named Alex in the world. 'But he said he was in a band.' Your mind raced through the different scenarios. If you were thinking logically it could be a coincidence and it'd be stupid to think there wouldn't be any other guys out there who was dead, in a band, and named Alex. When you put it like that...

"How'd he look like?" Willie looked confused when you asked but answered. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda cute but I call dibs."

Your heart was pounding, if Alex was here that could mean that Luke might be with him. You managed to roll your eyes at his reclamation. "Yeah you can have him, but um, you think I can go with you next time you meet with him?"

He looked at you shocked, "Uh sure?" He came up to you holding a hand to your forehead as if checking your temperature. "Are you okay? Is the loneliness getting to you?" You pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine dummy."

He laughed. "I'm just saying you never wanna meet any of my friends."

"Yeah, cause you have so many." You said sarcastically and plopped down on the couch. Willie, as extra as he is, jumped over it to sit next to you.

"Not true I have-"

"Ghost club doesn't count, they're creepy and enslaved to Caleb." You opened your book and pretended to read while you thought of what you would do if it really was your Alex.

"Whatever, what made you all of a sudden decide to be social?"

You closed the book and crossed your legs. You decided to be honest with him. You already told him of how you died, how you had a boyfriend who also died along with your best friends. He tried to help you find them until you gave up. You didn't however go into detail about how they died or what they did. That just brought on too many memories. But now you decided it was time. So you told him everything.

~~~

You were anxious as you waited for Willie and Alex at a place where Willie likes to skate at. If it was your best friend Alex you wanted to talk to him in a private place not surrounded by people. Even though you were all ghosts and nobody could see you, it felt more special and less awkward with people potentially walking through you. But if it wasn't your Alex then you could just leave and let Willie enjoy his 'date' with the guy.

When they showed up you almost screamed. You were in shock, there he was, one of your best friends. Probably the one with the most brain cells. "Alex?" Although you already knew you called his name to catch his attention.

"Y/N?" He ran up to you and hugged you.

"Alex," You patted his back "can't- breath."

He let you go putting his hands on your shoulders and pushed you to arm length as he observed you, taking in your appearance. "Wait..." You saw his face fall from the wide smile to a solemn expression. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Yeah..." You rubbed your arms.

"How?" He asked. "You look just the same as you did back then."

You chuckled. "Well so do you."

"But wouldn't that mean that you-'

"Died around the same time you guys did? Yup."

"Again, how?" He pushed. "You didn't, y'know ki-"

"God, Alex no I didn't kill myself." You smacked his arms away and paced around. "It's a long story, one that I'd don't wanna tell three different times. Are Reggie and Luke with you?" You asked hopefully. And he shook his head. You sighed in relief. "Where are they?"

"C'mon I'll take you to them."

And he did.

When you showed up to Julies garage and saw Luke for the first time he stood still, staring in disbelief. Reggie was the first one to come up to you throwing his arms around you and jumping excitedly. Once you managed to get Reggie off you, you went up to Luke "Hey baby." Tears were forming in your eyes. He pulled you into your third hug today, then pulling back, kissing you quickly and pulling you in again.

~~~

The bliss of being reunited only lasted so long before the band got caught up in performing in their new band Julie and the phantoms. You were glad that they were happy and that they had something that motivated them. And that all this time they were together. They even made friends, with a lifer, something you couldn't wrap your head around but you were happy for them. For a time you were happy with them. You were back with you best friends and you made new ones. You and Luke had a bit of a complicated relationship, you acted like you had always acted, of course things were different but you still talked like a couple. You acted like couple. Kisses were another story, it wasn't casual anymore it was when it was needed. It wasn't like before where if you would go somewhere or show up, you would give Luke a quick kiss goodbye or hello. Now it was more in the moment when you guys cuddled and you would look at each other and remember the memories of the past; of when you were alive and planning a life together. Your relationship wasn't what it was before but you would take it. After years of being alone -- with the exception of willie-- you would take those moments that you didn't feel were given 100% fueled with romantic and passionate love but with something different.

That was until the whole situation with Caleb happened and Luke and Julie hugged. They touched, how that happened you didn't know. What you did know is they were connected and they had chemistry. It was a hug, you internally rolled your eyes at your childishness. Technically you would've been an adult by now. Why were you worrying about your boyfriend hugging his friend after a situation where you all thought you'd be separated forever.

Maybe it was because you knew it meant more. The way they were holding each other wasn't how he held you the first time you saw each other again. You tried to brush it off, blaming it on you being insecure, it meant nothing.

Weeks had passed and nothing had changed besides the obvious tension and chemistry that Julie and Luke had. That was when you made the choice to let him go. You had nothing to offer him. If you were to get into technicalities Luke couldn't offer Julie anything, he was dead and she was still living. However they would have some time together and they had the band!

hope u enjoy !!

"He's here."

Your roomate said as they looked at you in worry. You've been having nightmares lately, this was the worst one by far. You kept screaming in your sleep, waking up almost everybody.

"Oh, baby."

Was the first thing that came out of Willie's lips as he saw you sitting on your bed, covered with sweat. Your eyes only stared at the wall of the room, tiredness present in every aspect of yourself.

"What's the problem?"

He asked as he sat next to you, taking your hand into his.

".. I can't do it."

A broken whisper filled the air after a few seconds.

"I can't kill. I don't want to kill."

You finally looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Willie felt his heart break at the sight. You were so tired, you knew you weren't meant to be a killer. And he couldn't even do anything about it. Willie pursed his lips before giving your hand a kiss.

"I know, baby. Come here."

I could fix him 🥲

Willie Guttierez fics incoming too!

Thank you for requesting! I just realized I actually never posted any fic related to Willie (except from multi HC) even though I love him! So here is the first and not the last I will post! enjoy <3

A = Aftercare Willie can’t leave you like that, he’s too wrapped up in you. After the heat dies down, he kisses your skin like he’s saying a prayer. Cleans you up with hands that tremble just slightly, presses his forehead to yours like he’s grounding himself. “You okay, baby?” he’ll ask, voice low, rough, but gentle. “Still with me?”

B = Body part (favorite) Your eyes. He stares like he’s trying to read your soul, like the world doesn’t exist unless you’re looking back at him. He’ll cup your face in both hands, kiss you slow, worshipful, even if five minutes earlier he was fucking you like a man starved. “Don’t look away from me.” he murmurs. “Not when I need you like this.”

C = Cum It’s not just release for him, it’s connection. He likes to finish with your bodies pressed tight, cheeks flush, eyes locked if you’ll let him. The way he groans your name into your skin feels like a confession. If he pulls out, he’ll run his fingers through the mess, paint it over your skin like a mark.

D = Dirty Talk His voice is thick with emotion when he talks. It’s not just filth, it’s reverent. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he growls, lips brushing your ear. “You make me feel like I can’t breathe without you.” When he gets really gone, he’ll murmur things you weren’t meant to hear. “Mine. Always mine.”

E = Experience Willie’s been with people, sure. But you, he wants to know what makes you gasp, what makes you cry out, what makes you melt under his touch. He’s learning you like a man learns a song by heart, slow, deliberate, devoted.

F = Favorite Position Anything that keeps you close. He loves when you ride him, your hands in his hair, his arms around your waist, keeping you locked in like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. Or missionary, but deep and slow, his forehead pressed to yours, whispering your name like it’s the only thing tethering him to this world.

G = Goofy (How much he jokes during sex) Willie isn’t the playful type in bed. There’s a weight to every moment, a heat that doesn’t leave room for giggles. But once in a blue moon, if you say something that makes him laugh, he’ll smirk, real low, eyes hooded and say something like, “You’re lucky I love you.” The kind of smile that makes your spine tingle, like he’d kill for you just as easily as he’d kiss you.

H = Hair (Grooming habits) He keeps it natural. A little rough around the edges, just like him. Chest, trail, a little underarm sweat when he’s worked up. He doesn’t care to clean up unless you ask. Then he’ll do it, but slow, like a ritual. Like it’s something intimate he’s letting you control. And if you run your fingers through the hair on his chest while he’s inside you? He’ll break, just a little.

I = Intimacy (How romantic he is during sex) It’s overwhelming. Intensity you can’t run from. He looks at you like he’s carving your soul into memory, like no one’s ever made him feel this way. His hands shake sometimes, not from fear, but from how hard he’s trying not to lose himself in you. It’s worship, yes, but desperate; dark. Like if he doesn’t give you everything, he’ll die from the weight of what he feels.

J = Jack off He tries not to. Not when you’re not around. It makes him angry restless. If he has to, it’s always thinking of you, always rough and punishing, biting his knuckles to keep quiet. He’d rather wait and take it out on you properly, pressed against the wall, fingers digging into your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him from snapping.

K = Kink Possession. Marking. Biting. He needs people to know you’re his, even if they don’t see it directly. You’ll catch him pulling you into his lap at a party, hand under your shirt, fingers pressing just hard enough on your side to leave the outline of his grip. Later, behind closed doors, he’ll fuck you slow and deep while staring into your eyes, murmuring, “You’re mine.”

One night, after a fight with someone who looked at you too long, he pulls you into the backseat of his car. Windows fogged, your back against the leather, and he takes his time, makes you moan his name loud enough that if anyone passed by, they’d know. He finishes by painting his cum across your stomach with his fingers, whispering, “They don’t get to look at what’s mine.”

And the next day? A bruise on your hip. His name in your ear like a vow.

L = Location Private, dark places. He doesn’t need fancy. A locked door. A parked car. A back room where the only light is what spills in from under the door. Somewhere he can let go, where the world shrinks down to just your breath and his heartbeat thundering in your ears. But his bed? That’s sacred. That’s where he loves you.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going) It’s not just your body, it’s the way you look at him. The way you trust him when you shouldn’t. When you reach for him even when he’s sharp, silent, shaking. That’s what unravels him. He wants to be the one who ruins you for anyone else and still be the one you run to when it all burns down. That need? It eats him alive.

N = No (Something he won’t do, turn-offs) Humiliation. Not toward you. Never. He might growl, grip too tight, get a little rough but degrade you? Call you names? Make you feel small? He’d rather die. If he crosses a line and sees your eyes darken with discomfort, he stops. Immediately. “Tell me no.” he’ll whisper, voice hoarse. “If you say stop, baby, I swear I’ll listen.”

O = Oral (Giving and receiving) Willie’s dangerous down there, not just because of his tongue, but because of the way he does it. Like it’s penance. Like you’re something holy and he’s starving. He grips your thighs and buries his face like a man possessed. Receiving? He growls if you tease, grabs the back of your neck and groans out your name. He likes watching you take control, but only because it’s you.

P = Pace He doesn’t do things halfway. It’s either slow and punishing, holding himself back with trembling arms, or it’s fast, rough, desperate, like he’s chasing something that’s slipping through his fingers. When he’s angry, he fucks to forget. When he’s in love? He fucks to remember. Every thrust, every kiss, seared into memory.

Q = Quickie Sometimes he needs you. Now. Doesn’t care where. Bathroom wall, alley behind the club, the car with the windows fogged up. But even his quickies are never careless. He’ll pin you in place, kiss you hard, fuck you like it’s the last time. And then he’ll pull you close, breath still heavy, whispering, “We’re not done. Not even close.”

R = Risk Willie lives for danger, but when it comes to you, he’s calculated. He won’t risk your safety but he will push the limits of privacy. He’ll slide his hand under your clothes at the bar, fingers brushing where they shouldn’t, whispering filth in your ear while the music masks your breathless sounds.

Once, at a party, someone flirted too long with you. Willie didn’t yell. He just took your hand, led you into the hallway, pressed you against the wall, and kissed you like he was staking a claim. His knee between your legs, his hand around your throat, lips brushing your ear as he growled, “Let ‘em look. Just so they know who owns you.”

S = Stamina He can go for hours if he’s lost in you. And if he’s been away, physically or emotionally it’s like a storm breaking. He doesn’t stop until your voice is hoarse, until your body shakes against him, until he’s sure you feel how much he needs you. And even then, he’ll pull you into his chest, lips brushing your neck, whispering “Again.”

T = Toys Willie isn’t one for toys unless they serve something, unless it’s about control, teasing, or making you lose your mind. He prefers his hands, his mouth, his body. But if you bring it into the bedroom, he’ll learn. And once he knows what makes your breath hitch or your back arch? He’ll use it until you're wrecked and begging.

U = Unfair (How much he teases) He can tease, sure but only when he’s craving the reaction. If he pins your wrists above your head and grinds against you slow, it’s not because he’s playing a game, it’s because he’s addicted to the need in your voice. But too much denial? Nah. He needs you undone too bad to drag it out too long.

V = Volume (How vocal he is) Willie’s not silent, never was. He growls your name, moans low, breathes curses like confessions. When he’s deep in it, the things he says get raw “You feel so fuckin’ good!” “You’re mine...” “I need you” and if you whisper his name back just right, you’ll hear him break. Just for you.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon) Sometimes, after sex, he just stares. Not in a creepy way, more like he’s stunned you’re still there. Still choosing him. He’ll run his fingers down your arm, lips parted like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. It terrifies him, how deep he’s in. But it also makes him fight harder to protect it.

X = X-Ray (What’s under the clothes) He’s built like a man who’s fought to survive, lean, hard muscle, scars he won’t talk about unless you touch them soft enough. He’s thick, uncut, and knows how to use it, slow or rough, but always with intention. His whole body reads like danger, but with you, it hums with hunger and heat.

Y = Yearning (How much he wants you when you’re not around) It’s not just want, it’s ache. Willie gets restless when you’re not near. Can’t sleep, can’t focus. He’ll replay your last kiss in his head, hand buried in his sheets, whispering your name like a ghost. When you come back? He won’t say much. Just pull you in and make love to you like he’s putting himself back together.

Z = ZZZ (How he sleeps after) He holds you. Always. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot, doesn’t matter if he’s pissed. You’re in his arms, or against his chest, or tangled up so tight he could stop breathing and not even care. And if you shift in your sleep, he stirs, lips brushing your shoulder as if checking you’re still there. Still his.

@beatlebabe1996 thank you so much for your request! here it is^^ Enjoy! (ended up longer and more romantic than expected XD)

Thanksgiving...you were not exactly a fan of it. Yeah, it was nice to see your whole family but you could do without the whole concept. You were the only remaining kid of the family who didn’t have a boyfriend, everyone annoyed you with it, teasing you during the feast and trying to match you with someone.

The truth is that you sort of had someone, a potential date. Willie, he had picked you up one night as you walked back home, offering you a ride instead of being in the cold and in danger. Somehow you had decided to trust him and got in. It had been the start of a great friendship. But from the beginning, there was something more, you constantly flirted with each other, Willie covered you in gifts and he had noticed the way your eyes detailed him and lingered on his lips. So it was decided, this Thanksgiving you wouldn’t be teased anymore and you would bring Willie, as your date this time. You went to the phone while your parents were away, hoping Willie would accept.

“Hello?” he answered, his voice a bit distant since he seemed to be working.

“Hey Willie, It’s me.” You blushed at hearing his voice.

“Oh hey doll. How you doin’? Missing me?” he teased you, you could hear the smile in his voice, damn him and his charm.

“How could I not?” you chuckled, trying to hide your fluster with more flirt.

“Then I know a way to solve that problem. Name the place and I’ll join you.” he suggested. On the other end of the phone, he was now fully focused on you, smiling and hopeful you would agree.

“Well speaking of that. I’m stuck for Thanksgiving with my family, I was wondering if you could come...it really sucks alone. Especially when everyone has their date already.” you heard him chuckle, amused by your excuse to be with him.

“Well fine I will be your date and gladly meet you family, doll.” he purred, waiting for your reaction.

“What? I mean thanks but..date? not that I don’t want to, just...are you sure?” you couldn’t help but stutter, taken aback.

“My heart was yours from the moment we met Y/N.” he replied, a bit more seriously, he didn’t want you to think he was the kind of man to be so lustful. You remained silent for a bit, blushing and thinking of his words…was it the moment you should tell him your feelings? fuck it.

“Oh I...well I admit I totally have a thing for you, for a little while now. At least now we are moving forward a little.” you giggled, a way to vent your stress.

He chuckled too “Yeah and I’m very happy about it. I will do my best to be a good date and to seduce your parents.” he played, you could hear him very proud to find himself in that situation.

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that. They will love you the moment they see you!” you waved, your parents would be too happy to see you with someone.

“Oh really? I’m curious to know why. They have a thing for Latinos?” he joked, making you laugh, you couldn’t stop smiling, you really liked him, a lot.

“Well you just have to come over and then...you will understand.” he had relaxed you enough to make you flirt.

“Oh well said like that. I’ll make sure to be there a bit earlier so you can…tell me.” he flirted back, very much at ease, biting the tip of his finger, damn he couldn’t wait to see you.

You kept chatting for long minutes, red covering your cheeks the whole time. It was funny how much the ice had been broken since you had confessed your attraction for each other, you flirted, shared more personal things to each other. It was a great way to talk before your date.

After that conversation time passed too slow and yet too fast until Thanksgiving. You were so eager and yet so nervous. Your first date with the man you loved for months already. That night you spend quite some time in the bathroom, trying on different outfits, makeup and hair style. You jumped as your mother knocked at the door.

“Y/N your boyfriend Willie has arrived!” she announced “Don’t make him wait, he is a very handsome, lucky one!” she chuckled.

“Mom!” you protested, tempted to say he wasn’t your boyfriend yet, even if you wished. “And he is too early!” you pretended.

“Stop complaining, it will leave you some time to makeout while we prepare…”

“Mom! really!” you protested, opening the door, your face all red. You headed downstairs in a hurry. You could hear Willie speaking with your father, they seemed to get along already?! Well after all, it was his job, seducing people to get something from them. So you made your steps quiet, to approach and secretly observe. Willie was indeed very handsome, he wore an elegant light suit but without a tie, to show decontraction. His hair was handsomely combed as always and from a distance you could smell the cologne he wore, his golden skin looking so smooth to the touch.

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you sir. Your daughter keeps talking about your great sense of humor!” chuckled Willie after a joke of your father.

“Ah don’t flatter me. I’m sure she-...oh Y/N you look amazing!” your father noticed you, revealing your presence to Willie as well. Fuck. You turned all red, pinching your lips together. Willie’s eyes landed on you, stopping on your face before detailing the rest of your body. ‘Damn your hot’ he wanted to say, but he refrained in front of your father.

“Y/N you are absolutely stunning.” he said with a charming tone and his charismatic smile, approaching and kissing your cheek, his lips lingering more than usual on your skin and giving you goosebumps.

“And you are dashing Mr. Guttirez.” you smiled at him, taking the chance to kiss his cheek back, inhaling his scent. Damn, since you two had started flirting, your desire for him was growing more and more.

“You want me to leave? I can if you need more…amical greetings.” teased your father, making you blush harder. Willie was better at handling his comment and chuckled, keeping on looking at you intensely.

“We keep the amical greetings for later. Today is a special day after all. And I do want to hear more about the pranks you played in church.” he replied to him. Willie was religious but he didn’t mind messing around in church, he had done it too. Though you blushed at the way he looked at you as he pronounced those words, could…a later happen? Oh my…

“Then follow me. I’ll tell you all about it while we eat.” your father smiled, quite eager to tell him his anecdotes.

To be honest, you didn’t pay much attention to the Thanksgiving feast, neither the food or conversation, you were completely absorbed by Willie sitting next to you, his shoulder often brushing against yours, your fingers touching his when he passed you a plate of food. The feeling was mutual, Willie had always been drawn to you, now he could express it freely. He leaned closer to your ear.

“If we were alone…I would have kissed you already.” he whispered, you looked at him, so close that you could have thrown yourself on him.

“And more would have followed I hope…” you murmured back, your hand discreetly landing on his thigh, wine making you more daring. His eyes looked down at your hand, he briefly licked his lips as you squeezed it. He brushed his nose against yours, slightly opening his mouth to kiss you.

“Dessert!” exclaimed your mother as she brought the pumpkin pie, interrupting you both.

“No thank you mom, you know I love it but Willie just offered me to go taste his pie at his apartment!” you made that up, from the corner of your eyes seeing him arched an eyebrow, amused by your excuse.

“Indeed, mine is unique, I have a little secret ingredient to it. Some extra spice.” he winked at you, making you blush and squeeze your legs together in excitement. Your father wasn’t blind and he had felt the sexual tension between you two, actually the whole family had felt it.

As soon as you left the house and sat in Willie’s car, the tension was even higher, his hands were clenching the wheel. Your breathing was quicker, you barely dared to look at him, as if it would make your heart explode.

“So...pie huh?” he asked, turning his head to look at you with desire, you swallowed down, damn it you couldn’t resist.

“Did you have a better excuse?” you turned your head to look at him and the second his eyes met yours, you threw yourselves on each other, his arms wrapping around you, your hands burying in his hair as you kissed, his tongue entering your mouth and tasting you. He let out a moan against your lips as your other hand caressed his chest, sliding down his body and stopping above his crotch.

“Let’s hurry to your place…” you panted, out of breath and excited.

“I agree…” he vividly nodded, quickly settling back in his seat, and starting the car. This time he really didn’t respect the authorized speed, he was craving you for too long, just like you did, all you both wanted was to be at his place and enjoy each other. During the whole trip to his apartment, you kept throwing hungry looks at each other, not exchanging words, you didn’t need to. Even as you reached his home, you didn’t talk, and it wasn’t shyness. Willie opened the door for you and took your hand as he led you inside. He was the first to break the silence, turning to you before opening the door.

“I want to make something clear. If we do this, I want to keep you, as my girlfriend.” he murmured, although his face was very serious and neutral, his eyes beared hope “I fell in love with you Y/N. I don’t want to start something with you if it’s just for fun.” you were actually surprised how serious and quite romantic he was at that moment. Perhaps this was the true Willie behind that mask of a charming young man, a sensitive boy who wanted a true bond with a loved one. You put a strand of hair behind your ear, in a way very flattered to have his attention.

“So…you are really asking me to be your girlfriend?” you asked, to be sure you had understood him. And he nodded in response, his eyes not leaving yours, he had no hesitation. You couldn’t help but smile, the handsome Willie Guttirez every girl wanted, had only interest in you, just like he was the only man to get your attention “I would very much like to be your girlfriend Willie.” you accepted, taking a step closer, looking at him tenderly, your friend and confidant…now becoming more. He cupped your face, a smile forming on his lips.

“That makes me very happy Y/N.” he pressed his lips against yours, his kiss tender at first “I love you…” he murmured, deepening the kiss as you put your hands on his chest, feeling his warmth, his muscles under his shirt.

Soon the kisses became more heated, your tongue caressing in a passionate battle, his hands exploring your body as he quickly closed the door behind him, pulling you towards his bedroom.

“Hmm nice appartement…” you joked against his lips, making him giggle, you were so busy making out that you didn’t pay any attention to your surroundings.

“You’ll see when I’ll turn the lights on later..” he played in an excited tone as you unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his warm skin underneath it.

“You will…give me a tour..” you breathed, entering his bedroom and pushing him on his bed. He grinned, loving how you were handling him. You approached him, still standing, one of his legs between yours as you started to unbutton your dress. Willie sat up, his hands starting to caress your thighs as he placed kisses on your chest, each time lower as you opened your dress.

“Oh Y/N…” he breathed, your hands now moving to bury in his thick hair. As he kept kissing your skin you helped him to take off his jacket and shirt, your hands sliding underneath the fabric and feeling his strong shoulders. “You have no idea how long I wanted this..” he murmured, lifting his head to look you in the eyes, a mix of fondness and desire, each day that passed he had been more in love with you.

“And now we are together..” you smiled at him sensually, your heart racing in your chest as you let your dress slide off you body. Finding yourself only in your underwear, you watched as he detailed your body.

“You’re gorgeous Y/N.” he stated, he sounded so in love with you and by the swollen bulge between his legs, he desired you a lot.

“You too Willie, just as I imagined.” you grinned, squeezing your legs together in excitement as he got up, opening his belt. “Wait. Let me..” you suggested, your cheeks red as you approached him. “I want to do this..” you murmured sensually, starting to place kisses on his jaw as you slowly unzipped his pants to pull it down. He returned the favor, his lips tracing kisses in your neck as he undid your bra, revealing your breast.

His hands traveled from your back to your breast, cupping it and making you softly moan in his ear. Your hands slid in his underwear to caress his butt, oh damn that butt you dreamt of touching! However that was enough to make Willie crazy, he put his hands on your hips, and made you fall on the bed, instantly coming on top of you and capturing your lips for a passionate kiss, hungry noises escaping his lips as you pulled down his underwear, your hands eagerly caressing his hard dick.

“Hmmm…Y/N..” he breathed, now starting to kiss all your body with adoration, as he filled your stomach in kisses, his fingers slowly took off your panties, his mouth placing kisses on your pelvis, his hands caressing your inner thighs, making you bite your lower lip.

“Willie…! I want you…so much..” you lightly as his mouth captured your nipples, hungrily sucking them as he settled between your legs.

“Your wish is my desire, doll…” he lifted his head from your breast to kiss you again, passionately, with adoration. He opened his eyes, looking into yours as he slowly entered you. You gasped excitedly, your nails sinking into his chest.

You quickly wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, his hands grabbing your hips as he thrusted. And soon both your moans filled the room, louder each time, the noises of Willie slamming against you, your moans muffled against his lips.

Despite the high sexual desire between you two, the feelings were there and growing, and you didn’t expect Willie to be so romantic, moaning sweet things in your ear, his hands touching you so gently and contrasting with his powerful thrusts.

“You feel so fuckin’ good Y/N…ah so good…!” he moaned as he buried deeper inside you, your fingers burying in his hair as you arched your back in pleasure.

“Willie…!” you gasped as he kept sucking a spot in your neck, leaving a hickey everyone would see. You tightened your legs as you felt yourself close to come, your nails scratching his back and marking him as yours. You opened your mouth agape as your last moans and screams of pleasure escaped your lips, your orgasm hitting you strongly. Willie kept pushing inside you, slower, filling your mouth in kisses as he followed, filling you with his warm seed.

You hugged each other, exchanging sloppy kisses as you looked each other in the eyes, sharing how much you were in love with each other. Willie settled next to you, tracing imaginary designs on your belly as you both recovered, now silent and enjoying each other’s company. Until he grinned, slightly coming on top of you, a mischievous glow in his eyes.

“Would you be up for a second round of ‘pie’ Miss Y/N?” he teased you with a grin, filling your chest in playful kiss, entwinning his fingers with yours.

“Yes Mister Guttirez. Except this time, I take care of it.” your grinned back, ready to keep celebrating Thanksgiving with your boyfriend.

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