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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo deserves a trophy for winning his fight against Sukuna. You’re happy to deliver.

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tags — mdni, oral (m receiving) (sorry) but he makes it up to you, praise, possessive Gojo, vaguely inspired by fight club, violence (not towards reader), this is the result of me seeing the leaks so potential spoilers, banner art from Jen Mazza’s incredible Peripety collection, title from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

You never get used to Getou’s lavish den of iniquity, no matter how long it's been since you were first indoctrinated. Indoctrination is the right word, because it's less club than cult. Once you’re in, you never get out.

Hakari’s just finished throwing some stranger out on his ass when he spots you. He jogs a little to get to the warehouse doors before you can and pulls them open, grinning when you thank him and slip inside. There’s a certain level of respect afforded you as someone who runs in the right circles.

It’s Getou’s name, of course. Yuuji and Maki and all of them, too. But mostly, it’s being known as Gojo’s girl that gives you the reputation you have. No one touches you without consequences. No one even looks at you the wrong way without consequences. Gojo’s the reason you can sail into this cage of violence and immorality without a care in the world.

“Over here,” Getou shouts over the din as soon as you walk in.

As the manager of this, whatever this is (half fight club, half business frat, full of the depraved elite), he likes to keep an eye on who’s in and who’s out. Both of the doors, and of consequence. You’re, of course, in.

He hands you his drink. It’s something blue, tastes vaguely like gin. There’s an ice cube shaped like an eyeball in it, lining up with his weird tastes. You hand it back to him with a nasty shudder once you see the price tag, caught off the menu some politician is flipping through to your right. He’s making a killing off fleecing his spectators between the entrance fee and the drinks.

“On the house, pretty girl,” he says. “Get whatever you want.”

Even if Gojo has a soft spot for him, he’s playing a dangerous game. That doesn’t stop you from ordering, nursing your drink as you wait for the match to start. The rest of the audience sits on rickety chairs lined up in front of the makeshift ring. Getou guides you to the VIP booth at the front with only slightly less rickety chairs before he heads off. He’s a busy man, and there’s quite a lot to prepare before the match starts.

At heart, he’s a businessman, priest costume be damned. He certainly has the funds to pay for a better set up, but why would he? The ambience of this place does something for the crowd. The smokey lighting, the run-down furnishings, the suspicious stains on the floor - they all live for it. This place feeds off violence and corruption, a dangerous thrum through the baseline of it all promising depravity.

You can’t lie and say it doesn’t enthrall you, too.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t be as attracted to Gojo as you are.

He leans against the ropes in one corner of the ring, a little too tall to relax fully. You can tell it’s irking him from the little tick in his jaw that you like to kiss away once his matches are over. His white hair is down instead of slicked up, a sure tell that he didn’t prepare for this. It flops into his eyes. He needs a haircut, you note fondly.

He’s all long, lithe limbs and lean muscle. His shirt is already off, draped over the pole. There’s an easy confidence even to the way he waits, like a tiger stalking prey. It’s the attitude of a predator. He knows he’ll win. If there’s a doubt in the minds of anyone in the crowd, he’ll prove it tonight, just as he proved it for his past 5 matches.

It’s a problem that Sukuna looks just as tough. He has the eyes, as Getou taught you to watch out for when he helped you place your first bet. You can always tell if a fighter is in it for the adrenaline or the money by looking at their eyes. Sukuna looks like he’s in it because he likes the taste of blood. You suppress the chill that goes through you.

Gojo’s little prodigies are seated next to you when they arrive, three of them in a neat little row. It makes you smile. Megumi protests any assumption that he cares for the man who took him in after he was orphaned, but he shows up to every single match without fail. The trio follow their mentor around like little ducklings to their mother, hoping to soak up every last drop of strength.

Megumi’s won 2 out of his 4 matches this quarter, a great showing for a rookie. Some might say his strategy is working. Gojo is, however much he goofs off, a relentless teacher.

“Hi,” he says. “Sorry we’re late.”

You pull him into a hug. “No worries! It hasn’t started yet.”

Yuki’s collecting bets for this match. You personally think it’s a dangerous move on Getou’s part. She’s just as likely to skim off the top as she is to steal the whole box and never come back. Maybe she’d move to Singapore again.

“Who are you betting on?” She asks with a grin.

“Who else?”

For the first time in a while, you find a pretty even split between Gojo’s box and his opponents when you go to submit your bet. Usually, no one bets against Gojo.

“I’m just letting you know cause you’re a pretty girl,” someone leers at you. “But Sukuna has something up his sleeve. I wouldn’t bet on Six Eyes if I were you.”

“Fuck off, Mahito,” Yuki says. She makes a move to put down her clipboard and he turns tail. You would, too. You’ve seen her fights. “He’s on Sukuna’s side. Don’t listen to him.”

The lights dim, and the talking quiets into a whisper. No one wants to miss a moment.

Getou’s the perfect announcer. He knows how to work a crowd. You don’t know who writes his speeches, if he prepares at all, but he always knows the right thing to say to drive them insane. They’re half-frenzied, foaming at the mouth.

It helps that there are two legends in the ring.

“Sukuna, the King of Curses,” Getou announces. The only light in the arena centers over the ring, spotlighting the fighters. The crowd goes wild. Personally, you think ‘King of Curses’ is a little cheesy. It can’t be worse than your boyfriend, though.

“Versues Gojo, Six Eyes!”

Six Eyes is not what you had wanted him to call his alter ego. It’s not nearly as cool as Infinity, which is what you were pushing for, but Gojo’s insistent. Besides, it’s not like anyone will laugh at him.

It’s Gojo, after all.

He’s the golden boy of the crowds at these matches. Celebrities pay top dollar to see him fight. You know the appeal. When you were a kid, horror movies used to make you sick. You couldn’t watch a minute of a slasher without feeling the need to close your eyes, but Gojo makes everything different.

He makes violence into an art form. The line of his arm as his right hook smashes into his opponent’s face paints a silver arc into your eyes. He makes fighting look like a dance, or sex. There’s nothing quite so alluring as watching Gojo go head to head with someone.

He pushes into their space with the sort of grace that you wouldn’t expect from someone who packs so much brute force behind a punch, managing to execute the cleanest strike every single time. There’s not a single wasted movement in the execution of his attacks.

Go-jo. Go-jo. Go-jo.

The crowd is chanting his name. Gojo is encouraging them, making a lap around the arena while Sukuna seethes. He raises his arm, asking for more, more.

More of their love. More of their adoration. More of their awe.

Gojo doesn’t fight for the fame or glory, but it definitely helps.

“The great Gojo Satoru,” Sukuna says, posturing. “You look weaker than the last time I saw you.”

His last match was Getou, one of the rare matches the announcer will actually participate in. It’s an indulgence he only affords his best friend. It was also the closest one Gojo’s ever had to call, though he won in the end. He always does. He has had an uninterrupted streak of victories from his very first moment in the ring, something no other fighter can claim. Rather than deign to give Sukuna an answer, he calls to someone else.

“You lost to this, Megumi?”

Megumi makes a noise of irritation that’s barely restrained by Yuuji tugging his attention away. He’s rarely hotheaded except when it comes to Gojo, who delights in riling him up to see him fight harder.

“I know he has it in him,” he told you once. “He’s just intent on keeping it down. You gotta pry it out of the kid with a crowbar.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be pushing if he doesn’t want to fight,” you had said, amused despite yourself.

“Nah. It’ll be good.”

You haven’t seen one of Megumi’s fights yet, but Gojo’s are always a show.

Sometimes, the less experienced will try to circle their opponents, showing off that they know how to corner someone. They’re too quick to anger, having something to prove. That pride will be their downfall. Others who have a little more time under their belt stand stock still, waiting for the first hit. They want to show off. Their opponents come to them, so they can project the confidence of someone who doesn’t need to attack first.

It’s all an illusion. If they were really confident, they would be doing what Gojo and Sukuna are doing - brawling. They get dirty quick, swinging at each other with all their strength.

Sukuna goes for a left-right, smashing through Gojo’s left side with a preliminary feint and trying to needle in a right punch just after. Nothing gets through Gojo’s defenses. It leaves faint red marks on his arms, but not much else. His blocks are perfect, as every other move in his arsenal is.

Then it’s Gojo’s turn. His jabs are quick and fierce, landing in quick succession. You’ve heard Sukuna never stumbles, but it’s a near thing now as Gojo presses him hard. He takes the impact of one of the heavier hits in his stomach, a bad place.

You can practically see the cockiness oozing off Gojo. He’s just about hitting his flow state.

When Megumi touches your arm, you almost snap at him, though you know he’s only concerned for you. With the way you’re white-knuckling the armrests of your seat, anyone would be. You can’t help it. You’re completely unable to look away from the arresting sight of his figure. The way he leans into Sukuna’s blows, dodging them at the last second. His perfect hands, the bruises they leave behind. They all leave an indelible impression on your heart, as they have from his very first match you watched.

There’s a shocking beauty in this world that you would’ve never realized if he never brought you here. It’s only here, among the most primitive forms of beauty, that you can witness life at its utmost, just flashes of it, all the more enticing for its transience. Gojo’s pale hand catches Sukuna across the throat, cutting off his air. Sukuna scrambles to fling him off.

The image remains in your mind, appearing behind your eyelids every time you blink. Gojo’s winning, pushing Sukuna towards his corner of the ring. He has him on the defense. Gojo has you enthralled. You’re hungry for more, hungry for the very sight of him.

Then, there’s a sickening crack as Sukuna’s fist makes contact with Gojo’s jaw, right at the corner of his mouth. His head shoots left, following the impact. You cringe at the solid, meaty noise the hit made. The roar of the crowd goes silent. Megumi especially cringes at the sight. His hand goes to his own cheek in sympathy.

You always love these until this moment.

Even Sukuna seems stunned, as if he didn’t actually expect to land that hit. He reacts more slowly than he normally does, retracting his fist instead of pressing his advantage. It’s almost like he’s suspicious.

Gojo spits blood onto the floor and straightens up with a sanguine smile. “My students are watching. Hope you don’t mind if I get serious.”

After that, Sukuna doesn’t stand a chance.

Left kick. Right kick. Left punch. Right punch again, and again, and again. Sukuna can’t fend him off. Gojo lands the same hit over and over, completely blowing through his defenses. At some point, Sukuna’s head hits the mat so hard it looks like the threat of a concussion. Gojo doesn’t waste his chance. He pins him down so he can rain blows down on him. Sukuna tries and fails to buck him off, cursing.

It’s more than a fight at this point, it’s an execution. He makes crushing a man like Sukuna look like child’s play. It’s a show, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s for you, even as around you, the surge of the crowd is proving otherwise. They congest the barriers, begging for more.

Gojo looks into the screaming crowd. Half of them are on their feet, jumping up and down, roaring his name or title alternatively. Even Sukuna’s side looks caught between fear and awe. He doesn’t care about any of them.

When he realizes you’re watching, he strikes the final blow.

A perfect arc of shiny white flies across the ring and lands on the cement outside of it. Instantly, people are scrambling for the memento. It’s Sukuna’s tooth.

He doesn’t get back up.

Only Gojo looks up, grinning like the devil.

There’s a fire burning in your gut. He’s sweeping the crowd for your face; when his eyes meet yours, you make sure he knows exactly what he’s going to get once you find him in the locker room. He grins, splitting a just scabbed wound so blood begins trickling into his teeth. It’s messy, it’s gross, you want to lick it off his face.

“Please just go,” Nobara says, pained. “I can’t watch you two eyefuck for another second.”

You don’t need another invitation.

No one protests when you push your way past the door marked “PRIVATE” in obnoxiously red letters. They’re used to you. Besides, no one wants to get in the way of Gojo’s girl and have him find an issue with them outside the ring. It’s bad enough when there are rules - a private fight with him is an absolute no go. If anything, they see you and know it's time to head home before they’re subject to a scene they absolutely have no interest in seeing.

He’s waiting in his dressing chair, but he makes it look like a throne.

Before you even finish closing the door, he’s on you. You have to scramble for the handle so you can lock it through the blinding haze of his kiss, the crush of his gentle hands on your waist, your jaw as he tilts your head up.

“Are you here to give me my reward?” He says when he finally pulls back, gasping for air the way he didn’t in the match. He hadn’t even broken a sweat. Something in you delights at being the one to pull this side of him out in a way that even Sukuna hadn’t been able to.

“Get back on that chair,” you say.

“Oh, baby. You know I love it when you’re bossy,” he coos, and then he’s not acting so cocky anymore because you’re pulling his boxers down. No one can get him to shut up unless it’s you, on your knees. He cups your jaw possessively as you lick your lips.

He can’t help it. You’re sweet and soft and perfect for him, everything he wants. It helps that you’re good with your mouth, the result of hours of practice. When his cock hits the back of your throat, his fist clenches in your hair before he can stop himself. Muttered sorries can’t compare to the way his eyes are rolling back into his head, the way his head is tipped so far back you can clearly see the bob of his throat when he swallows.

The effect you’re having on him only makes his effect on you worse. Your cunt throbs, empty, but you’re determined to give him what he deserves before you give yourself any attention.

“You’re making such a mess,” he mutters, low and guttural as he watches you drool on his cock. “Just look at you, baby.”

The pet name makes your pace stutter. He laughs at you, because he may be sweet on you specifically, but your boyfriend is an asshole in general, and sometimes he just can’t help it. You make him regret it, licking up the underside of his cock, tracing a sensitive vein with your tongue.

His hands are petting over your hair, as soothing as the quiet praise he drops, always some variation of ‘pretty little thing’ or ‘my good girl.’ You’re gagging, trying to fit more. You are good, you think as you struggle, hollowing your cheeks around him. So good, just for him. He moans and his hips jerk forward with a sudden spasm. It pushes his cock further into your mouth, hitting impossibly deep. Even when tears well up in your eyes, you urge him on, hand on his thigh. Given permission, he fucks into your mouth with abandon.

When he pulls you off, you whine without shame.

“Don’t be like that,” he coos - he’s always cooing at you, always softening his words, giving you the best of him. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

He bends you over the vanity so you can see your face in your mirror. Your cheeks are warm and your eyes slightly watery. His hands have tousled your hair so thoroughly you look debauched. You love it, especially when he slips a hand under your skirt and flips it up.

“Cute panties,” he snickers.

They’re the same blue as his eyes.

“You would like them, you narcissist,” you shoot back.

Your voice dies as he pulls them off. You’re so wet it leaves a string stretching between the fabric and your pussy, only breaking once Gojo impatiently rips it off of you. You can’t even be mad, you’re so desperate for him.

He slides a thigh between your legs and presses you open until you’re spread wide for him, on full display. One large hand grips your hip in a way that makes your brain go hazy and stupid, seeing the splay of his fingers across your flesh. Possessive.

He slips two fingers into you gently. It’s still not enough. You knew before you came to this room that you were ready, that you prepared for him, but he always insists on opening you up nice and slow. It’s a pleasure for him to first see the way you fall apart on his fingers, riding them like you’re mad for it. He’s not big on delayed gratification until it comes to you, and then he can be maddeningly patient. He curls his fingers just right until your legs are trembling with desire.

“Enough,” you gasp. You’re clutching onto his forearm with shaky hands, trying to push him away even as your cunt is sucking him in. Gojo raises an eyebrow at the mixed signals you’re sending.

“I barely started,” he says, amused.

“But I want it now,” you whine.

He never refuses you. You’re so wet that he should push into you easily, but he’s big enough that it punches the breath of you anyway. He stays there, waiting, while you shake through a mini orgasm, lightning traveling up your spine and nerves as you shiver apart.

“Told you,” he says, unsympathetic even as he pets your thighs for your comfort. “This is what happens when you get greedy.”

Even being put in your place like this doesn’t deter you. Before long, you’re pleading for more again, begging for him to split you open on his cock. He groans, playfully put upon. When he accidentally bumps your clit, you clench down on him so hard it finally shuts him up. You’re so full of him you can barely breathe, his hips finally flush to your ass.

“Perfect little cunt,” Gojo hisses, drowning in you. His face is buried in the crook of your neck as his hips snap forward. He’s too wired to be gentle but you want it, crave it. You need to see him like he was in that arena, a brutal machine. “Made for me, aren’t you?”

You mindlessly hum your agreement as both hands pin your hips down to the cool surface of his dressing table. You feel so good you can’t even think straight, every single thought in your head centering on the tension in your core. When he finally, finally gives you what you need, fucking you so hard the table shakes, you cum so quickly you can’t even warn him. Your cunt spasms around him as your eyes flutter shut. If he hadn’t been holding you open, your legs would’ve snapped shut around him.

“Good, sweetheart?” He asks as you come down from your high. “Because I don’t think I’ve gotten my full reward yet.”

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #ns.fw

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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⁙ their favourite picture with you, ft. gojo, geto, nanami

▸ gn! reader; 0.3k wc; manga spoilers + a bit suggestive with nanami, a bit angsty with geto, wholesome fluff with gojo loml

▸ wow, first time posting my writing; prompt from this by @alvfr; don't own gif or characters. enjoy reading! <3

gojo satoru the impromptu selfie you took with him on a random day off.

the two of you in your pajamas on the sofa, a wide grin on your face as you lean back into him and he presses a kiss on the top of your head - in spite of it being years since the day, satoru's heart never fails to skip a beat when he looks at this photo of yours. and thanks the heavens for letting him love and be loved by an angel like you.

geto suguru the picture of the two of you waltzing at your hotel in okinawa.

you, satoru, riko and he were in your room, playing a game of truth-or-dare, when his chance came and the white-haired bastard dared him to waltz with you. suguru still remembers the flustered expression you wore whilst approaching him and the shy smile you rewarded him with at the end of your dance. a lone tear falls onto the creased photo - his last with you - and suguru swears he'll exact revenge from those who stole his love away from him so unfairly, so early.

nanami kento the picture of you kissing him in the photo booth.

a timid, reserved person is what nanami took you for when he first met you in the break room two years back. though now he realizes just how wrong he was as he looks at the polaroid in his hand. one second, he was drawing the curtain close and the next, he was following your lead in a toe-curling passionate kiss. a smirk forms on the man's lips as he watches you from the corner of his eyes. if this is who you become on your first date itself, nanami absolutely can't wait to take you out on more dates.

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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 2 years

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As Intimate As Chocolate Cake

Pairing: Sweet Pea x female!reader [2nd-person pov]

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating: T for swears; no warnings

Description: When Toni is put in charge of the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm, she decides to use the opportunity to set up two of her friends

A/N: Loosely based off a scene from Hart of Dixie season 4, episode 5: Bar-Be-Q Burritos, where George and Annabeth are set up on a date by their friend Lemon

Disclaimer: I’ve only seen up to parts of season 3 of Riverdale, therefore I know nothing about the current seasons and what has transpired, so there will be no spoilers. Also, this was written with minimal editing, so any errors are accidental. Gif credit to the owner, as it is not mine.

- - -

Cheryl Blossom walked into Pop’s, looking for Toni, but instead she found someone else.

Two someones, actually.

You’d been enjoying your strawberry malt and fries all by yourself when Sweet Pea had decided to join you without warning.

“Careful now - rumor has it if you drink too many strawberry milkshakes in one sitting, you’ll wake up as a strawberry.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to roll your eyes, dunking a pair of fries in the malt before bringing them to your lips. “Thank god this is a strawberry malt then, or I’d be fucked.”

He sat down in the booth across from you without asking, grabbing a fry before you could pull them away. “Milkshake, malt - same thing.”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the p. “Malts have malted milk powder; milkshakes do not.”

Sweet Pea pulled a face at that. “And why would you want that?!”

You shrugged. “Personal preference.”

“Weirdo.”

You looked up to give Sweet Pea a piece of your mind at that, but found him smiling instead. It was rare to see a smile from the Serpent, and seeing it made something that felt awfully like desire pool in your stomach. You ignored it, taking a sip of your malt while you gathered your thoughts. “Wow, a compliment? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the world was ending.”

Sweet Pea snagged another fry, popping it into his mouth, the smile turning into a smirk. “Who knows? It might be.”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Before you could respond to that, Cheryl interrupted. “Well, well, well. Fancy seeing the two of you here. And looking chummy, no doubt. What’s so funny?”

“The end of the world,” you quipped, causing Sweet Pea to snicker and you couldn’t help joining him.

“Haven’t you looked outside, Cheryl? Pigs are flying!”

Cheryl let out a huff, shaking her head. “Ignoring all that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “have either of you seen Toni? She said she would meet me here, but I can’t seem to find her.”

“Whyte Wyrm?” Sweet Pea supplied. “You know she’s been spending all her free time there ever since she became part owner.”

“I just didn’t think she’d get so caught up in it that she’d forget about date night!”

“Have you tried calling her?” You suggested, regretting it when Cheryl fixed you with a glare.

“Of course I’ve tried calling! She didn’t pick up and I-”

Just then, the door to the Chock’lit Shoppe opened, the bell signaling a new customer. The three of you turned to see Toni Topaz making her way over, pulling Cheryl in for a hug and a kiss. “Sorry I’m late,” she murmured. “Got a bit caught up reviewing the new menu for the Whyte Wyrm’s grand reopening.”

“You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Cheryl said, her smile returning. “Ta-ta, you two. Don’t get too cozy over there.”

You and Sweet Pea burst into laughter once Cheryl and Toni were seated at the opposite end of Pop’s. “God, she can be so eccentric at times,” you giggled, shaking your head.

“I don’t know what Toni sees in her, but I’m glad the two of them have each other.”

“She sees in Cheryl what I have since elementary school: a girl with a lot of love to give who just needs someone to see her potential.”

Sweet Pea shot you a look as he grabbed another fry. “If you say so.”

“Hey, if I said the same thing about Toni, you’d be defending her, too. Cheryl’s my friend like Toni is yours - we go way back.”

“True.” You were almost taken aback when the Serpent agreed with you. He slid out of the booth before you could process what had just happened, but not before stealing a handful of fries off your plate. “Let me know when you’re here again - I can always get behind free fries.”

“In your dreams, Serpent!” You shouted at his retreating back, no malice in your voice at all.

- - -

“See what I mean?” Cheryl whispered to Toni, the two of them tucked away in their usual corner booth that surveyed the whole of Pop’s, splitting a milkshake. “There’s definitely something there.”

“Maybe,” Toni drawled, narrowing her eyes as she watched Sweet Pea duck his head and smile to himself when his back was turned from you. “I haven’t seen Sweet Pea look this smitten in a while.”

“Do you think they’d have a chance if we worked our matchmaking magic?”

“What is it you’re always saying? Sometimes the craziest ideas are the most brilliant ones?”

Cheryl smiled, leaning in to kiss Toni. “You’re absolutely right, Tonikins! Shall we start plotting now?”

- - -

“What’s up, Toni?” Sweet Pea growled into his phone, his frustration bleeding over from one phone call into the next. Fangs had been giving him shit for something and while he was glad to have Toni’s phone call as an excuse to hang up on his friend, he was still pissed.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea, is that I have the perfect solution to your dilemma.”

“What kind of solution?” He paused. “Wait. What’s my dilemma?”

“Nevermind that. Meet me for breakfast tomorrow morning so we can discuss.”

“Discuss what? I’m gonna need more details than that, T.”

Toni couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “All will be revealed tomorrow morning, Sweets. Riverdale Cafetorium at seven sharp - don’t be late!”

She hung up a moment later, leaving a stunned but obedient Sweet Pea in her wake.

- - -

“Cheryl? Is everything okay?” You asked when you answered Cheryl’s phone call. Before she’d met Toni, you and Cheryl spoke on the phone almost nightly; now she rarely called so you figured something had to be up.

“It will be. Meet me in the cafetorium tomorrow at seven?”

“Uh, sure? Why the phone call, though? You could’ve just texted.”

“Just wanted to hear your voice, YN. See you then!”

Nothing was said after that, the line going dead as Cheryl presumably hung up. “See you then,” you said into the void before going back to your nightly routine.

- - -

Toni and Cheryl were already seated at a table when you arrived, the two of them sharing a pastry as Sweet Pea looked on across from them.

“What’s he doing here?” You asked, unable to keep the harshness out of your voice. It was way too fucking early for this and you didn’t even have time for coffee.

“Calm down, dearie. Take a seat.” Cheryl was unusually perky but the tinge of obey me in her voice had you doing just that.

“Yeah, dearie. Take a seat,” Sweet Pea mimicked, and you couldn’t help shooting a glare in his direction. “But really, you two. What is it that was so urgent you couldn’t tell me over the phone last night?”

Toni sat up a little straighter, glancing at Cheryl briefly before she spoke, “Well, because Cheryl and I have a favor to ask. As you know, I’ve been stressing over the reopening of the Whyte Wyrm - particularly the menu - and I was hoping that as my friend,” she looked at Sweet Pea, “and my girlfriend’s best friend,” she looked at you, “that both of you would be willing to come over this weekend for a sample meal.”

“I knew she wanted something,” Sweet Pea leaned back, crossing his arms and muttering under his breath, and you couldn’t help but agree with that statement.

“Of course she did,” you said in the same tone before turning your attention back to Toni and Cheryl. “All you had to do was ask! Of course I will!”

“Me, too. But YN is right - next time just ask us. Not everything has to be a big scheme.”

His statement shocked you. The two of you hadn’t ever really agreed on much since Toni and Cheryl’s relationship had started, and now you were both agreeing with each other more than once in twenty-four hours? It was almost too much for you to handle. Sure, the two of you were polite and cordial with each other - for the most part - but lately it seemed to be getting out of hand.

“That’s really good advice, thank you,” Cheryl said, cutting in. “So, we’ll see you Saturday at eight? Oh, and dress real nice. Tonikins and I wanna see what the vibe could be like if we manage to bring in some fancier customers.”

And just like that, Cheryl and Toni stood up in unison just as the bell signaling first period rung, leaving both you and Sweet Pea stunned for the second time.

“Why do I feel like the scheming isn’t over yet?” Sweet Pea asked, turning to look at you.

Your eyes narrowed towards the doors where Cheryl and Toni had just exited. “Probably because it’s not…” Your voice trailed off as your gaze met his and you finally got a glimpse of his face up close and in broad daylight. A flash of his face from last night illuminated by the neon lights of Pop’s crossed your mind, specifically of him grinning as he popped a fry into his mouth. That same desire came flooding back and you knew you had to leave before you did something stupid and make a fool of yourself in front of the Serpent.

“See you Saturday at eight!” Sweet Pea called after you as he watched you walk away, wondering what the weekend had in store.

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You sat in your car, putting the finishing touches on your lipstick and tugging at your dress one more time before taking a deep breath and getting out. After the ambush in the cafetorium by Cheryl and Toni, you’d spent more time than you cared to admit agonizing over your outfit, but in the end it was a no-brainer. You’d worn the dress you felt most confident in, pairing it with strappy heels and light makeup that accentuated your favorite facial features.

Seeing Sweet Pea all dressed up made you stop in your tracks. His version of ‘fancy’ was nice jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. His Serpent neck tattoo was on full display, standing out against the stark white of his shirt.

“Hey,” he said, crossing his arms and drawing your attention back to them. “You ready for this?”

“I guess so. There was never really an opportunity to back out now, was there?”

“Those two make it very hard to say no, don’t they?”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t I know it.”

Before either of you could say any more, the door swung open and out stepped Cheryl, clad in her signature red. “There you two are! Come on in! Welcome to the new and improved Whyte Wyrm!”

“You look…nice, by the way,” Sweet Pea murmured as he held the door for you, letting you in first.

A shiver of need raced through you at the feeling of his eyes on your body. You paused, looking back at him and meeting his gaze. “Thanks. You, too.”

Your mouth was practically watering as Cheryl set down a filet mignon in front of you. “And this is our bourbon-maple glaze filet mignon.”

“This looks delicious,” you said, smiling at Cheryl. “Give my compliments to the chef.” Toni stood off to the side, the first time you’d ever really seen her look nervous about anything.

“I gotta say, everything has looked fantastic tonight, Toni, and I’m sure the Whyte Wyrm’s reopening is going to be a huge success,” Sweet Pea chimed in, surprising you. You hadn’t really ever heard him give anyone a compliment, but you figured if anyone deserved a compliment from Sweet Pea, it was Toni.

“Thank you,” Toni murmured, nodding stoically.

“Well, you both have exquisite taste buds and despite how much you both have grown and changed over the years, I knew I could count on you-”

“Okay, what is going on with you?” Sweet Pea asked, the two of you exchanging a suspicious look.

Toni laughed awkwardly, trying to drag Cheryl away.

“Yeah, what’s so funny?”

“It’s just that we’ve all known each other for so long…” Cheryl trailed off, realizing her mistake.

“I knew it!” Sweet Pea clapped his hands, more excited than you’d seen him while he was stealing your fries at Pop’s. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?” Toni asked, her turn to look suspicious.

“You and Cheryl are out here trying to get YN and I closer so we can be some weird, messed-up version of the Breakfast Club.”

You let out a groan, shaking your head. “Seriously? Cheryl, you know how I feel about you trying to set me up with people! I thought we agreed you were going to stop doing that after eighth grade.”

Sweet Pea crossed his arms and your attention diverted to his delicious forearms once again. “And that’s why we’re here…this is a scheme within a scheme,” he tutted, giving both Toni and Cheryl a reproachful look.

“Excuse us for wanting to try to get the two of you to see in each other what Cheryl and I see in both of you!”

“This is just like that time Toni and Cheryl left us in the woods for some fucked up bonding experience over our hatred of Weatherbee.”

“Or when they sent us on that futile mission to the abandoned Southside High and we had to hide in the janitor’s closet until they were able to get us out.” Sweet Pea glared at them. “The two of you can be so annoying.”

“So fucking annoying,” you agreed, seething as more memories popped up where you and Sweet Pea had been thrown into situations thanks to Toni and Cheryl’s scheming.

“Do either of you want dessert or not? Cuz if you keep whining, Cheryl and I will just eat it ourselves.”

That shut the two of you up and Toni nodded, satisfied. “Enjoy your filet mignon.”

“We’ll be here,” Sweet Pea said, finally getting a chance to cut into his steak.

“Oh, fuck this is good,” you couldn’t help groaning at the first bite. “I had my doubts about a bourbon maple glaze on steak but this is…wow.”

“Mm-hmm.” Sweet Pea’s hum of approval sent another foreign feeling racing through you.

You tried to think of another conversation topic, but all you could think of was yet another time you and Sweet Pea had been forced together by either Toni’s or Cheryl’s schemes.

Conversation flowed pretty easily after that, and neither of you paid any attention when Toni slipped in and cleared your plates while Cheryl served a single slice of chocolate cake between the two of you.

The cake was delicious, maple syrup infused into the icing, of course.

“Fuck, this chocolate cake…Wow. You’d think Toni would’ve splurged and given us two pieces,” Sweet Pea shook his head as he brought his fork in for another bite.

“I know,” you agreed, nodding. “It’s like you’re stealing my fries all over again.”

“Ha ha,” Sweet Pea deadpanned, making you giggle. “Doesn’t Cheryl have some weird, fucked up saying for this?”

His question took you by surprise, but you knew exactly what he was talking about, rattling off the phrase as if Cheryl herself was saying it. “It’s the most intimate thing two people can do other than…” You stopped short, your eyes widening as you realized the final word.

Your eyes met Sweet Pea’s, his expression mirroring yours as you both finished the word in unison.

“Sex.”

The sounds of your forks hitting the fancy china were the only sounds in the room as the two of you processed what had just happened.

“Are they…?” You started.

Sweet Pea finished. “Trying to set us up?” You nodded and he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “They better not be.”

“They’re really outdone themselves this time. It’s a goddamn scheme within a scheme within a scheme.”

“I mean, I just don’t understand why they think we would make a good couple. It’s so random and strange - no offense.”

You shrugged, truly unoffended even though you’d have been lying if you said you hadn’t been entertaining the idea all night. “None taken.”

“I’m still not convinced there isn’t more to this scheme.”

“God, I hope not,” you said, resisting the urge to run your hands over your face but you didn’t want to ruin your makeup. “There’s only so many schemes I can participate in during a year and I think I’ve already hit my limit.”

Sweet Pea looked around before leaning in, a smirk on his face. “What do you say we get out of here? We’re not technically dining and dashing because this was free, but I could definitely go for some fries and a chocolate milkshake.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, dabbing your mouth with your napkin before pushing your chair back and heading out, Sweet Pea instinctively taking your hand in his as the two of you made a mad dash for Pop’s.

“Thanks,” the two of you said in unison as Pop Tate set your malt and Sweet Pea’s milkshake down in front of you, placing a large order of fries in the center of the table.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to finish all these fries after the meal we’ve just had,” you said, eyeing the basket as you took a sip of your malt.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way if we sit here long enough.”

Your phone vibrated with an incoming text from Cheryl but you ignored it, turning your phone facedown on the table. Sweet Pea did the same and you couldn’t help feeling secretly thrilled that all his attention was now focused on you.

“So,” you started, picking up a fry, “Fancy a trip down memory lane?”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen the Serpent smile as much as he did tonight, and it was starting to affect you. Before tonight, you never would have thought twice about considering someone like Sweet Pea as boyfriend potential, but there was something about both Toni and Cheryl butting into your dating life to bring Sweet Pea in that was making you reconsider.

You reached for the last fry at the same time he did, your fingers brushing his. You recoiled as butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but it didn’t seem to affect him. “It’s all yours,” Sweet Pea said, gesturing to the solitary fry.

“You sure?” You hesitated. “We could split it.”

Sweet Pea shook his head. “Like I said, it’s yours.”

You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your lips as you dunked the last fry into the dregs of your malt. “Maybe there’s more to you than just a Southside Serpent.”

That made him chuckle and duck his head - and in that moment, he had never looked more attractive. “Well, maybe there’s more to you than just Cheryl’s sidekick.”

It was well past midnight when the two of you exited Pop’s, making your way to your separate vehicles.

You stalled at the door to your car, part of you not wanting the night to end. “I…had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me, too.” Sweet Pea stepped closer and you sucked in a breath. “Maybe, we could do this again without Cheryl and Toni’s interference?”

“I’d like that. Are we counting this as a date?”

“I don’t know. Would you like it to count as a date?”

Not one to shy away from getting what you want, you decided to go for it. “Well, if you were planning to kiss me goodnight if this was a date, then yes, I would like tonight to count as a date.”

Sweet Pea towered over you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and mouth. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stared up at him, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’d never turn down an opportunity to kiss a pretty girl goodnight.”

With that, your lips met in a tender kiss, the promise of something more lingering in the air when you finally pulled away. “Goodnight, YN,” Sweet Pea murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he stepped back. “Get home safe.”

“Goodnight, Sweet Pea.”

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veryberryjelly · 20 hours

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Could you do the same prompts I mentioned for Nate but instead do it for Felix catton instead?:)

felix catton x reader

prompts ; ' towers over u '

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

the sun in england was rare to show itself at the appropriate times.

but whenever you stepped foot on the catton's estate, it seemed that the sun decided to spend the time off with you.

today was no different as your skin was being warmed by the sun as you lounged in the field, some music playing from your phone as you flipped through a book.

this was one of your favourite ways to spend your days at saltburn.

but it was even better when you were joined by your boyfriend and his family. yet somehow they had all been dragged away for a family function for the morning and had left you to your own devices around the estate.

meaning you could spend the day in a skimpy bikini to try and soak up the sun before it disappeared when you went back to school.

though the cold travelling up your body seemed to have other plans. you had checked the weather before you came out here and it said sun all day so you had no idea where the cloud was coming from.

" you know the rules about the field, lovely "

the voice had you turning onto your back and your hand lifting to shield your eyes.

felix.

he was back.

and he was towering over you, blocking the lower half of your body from the sun.

" no one else was here, i didn't fancy walking around in my birthday suit for Duncan to see and think i was a lunatic "

that had been apart of your reasoning, but the main one being you didnt think you'd get caught out here in a swimsuit.

" well, i'm here now, and you know how much of a stickler i am for the rules " the smirk on his lips was growing with every second and you knew you couldnt deny his pearly whites.

" i'm not taking mine off until you take yours off "

apparently the function he had been dragged to this morning had been pretty formal so he had gotten dressed in a suit before he left this morning and he was still in it now even if his shirt was practically completely unbuttoned and his tie was hanging loose around his neck.

they didnt stay on for long though. he pulled his tie off before dropping his jacket and shirt to the floor and starting on his pants.

within seconds the two of you were down to nothing and felix was laid beside you in the grass with a pile of your clothes strewn across the grass.

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eating-plastic · 9 months

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Autumn Leaves: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: fluff, first kiss, Henry and reader reunite, some swearing, murder, death (Henry and Marie go sicko mode on Gallows Creek), some guilt (Henry questions his mother's actions), I feel like I gotta say this but spoilers (mostly for the bad ending of the game), probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2576 words

A/N: Hey everybody! Let's break up the puppet master stuff with some x reader thingys. Leading the pack is a sequel to my first Henry x Reader fic Carnival Lights. I wasn't going to write a part two, but someone wanted it, and that got me brainstorming. It's funny, I never thought I'd like Henry so much (well, I like my version of Henry lol). Enjoy!

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Ever since that night at the carnival, Henry never forgot you. The first chance he got, he tried to call you. He wanted to believe that you gave him a real number, but there was still this sliver in his mind that wouldn't have been surprised at you deceiving him.

Of course, the moment he heard your voice on the other end of the phone, guilt consumed him for thinking such. You were so happy to hear him, eagerly asking how he was doing and asking him what he had seen on his "road trip" with his mother. He told you everything, with the exception of all the "murder stuff".

Despite wanting to make his mother proud, and wanting to see her plan through, he missed you. That longing to see you again grew with every phone call. With every mile driven in-between the two of you.

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Henry was lying down on the bed in the motel room his mother had rented. While he was originally listening to the TV, now he was just staring up at the ceiling. His mother sat on her own bed, writing in a notebook on her lap and occasionally mumbling something. He brings his wrist up to his face to look at his watch. It was almost time for him to find a phone booth and call you. He always tried to call you at a set time, so he would never miss you.

He sits up and stretches, before walking to where he and his mother's black trench coats hung.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, mom," he calls while putting on his coat.

"Alright, be careful,," she replies, glancing up from her notebook, briefly.

"I know," he opens the door and exits the room.

Henry wastes no time walking to the phone booth that stood by its lonesome. He pulls his coat tighter around himself when he enters. It was autumn now, and the weather was getting chilly. He reaches into his pocket for some quarters and inserts them into the machine. He always made sure he carried change on his person now.

He then raises the phone to his ear and waits.

"Hello?," you chirp from the other end.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles at the sound of your voice.

"Oh, Henry! Hi! How are you?" you ask. He can practically feel your cheerful nature radiate through the phone.

"I'm doing alright. How have you been?"

"I'm good. Nothing too big to report. Just hung out with friends a bit," you respond.

"Well, as long as you're doing okay," he thinks for a moment. "I uh...the road trip's been fine. In fact, tomorrow's the last day."

Tomorrow. The big day. The day that Gallows Creek pays. And then after that...well...Henry wasn't too sure. His mother said that they could finally live a normal life, but where? He thought about asking her to move to your hometown, but then he'd probably have to explain why. And if she said "no"....

Fuck it. He was going to see you again, no matter what she decided.

"Oh, did you have fun?" you question.

"Yeah, it's been fine. I just...I really miss you," he sighs.

"I miss you too. Will you...will you ever be in town, again?" your voice drops.

"I want to. Believe me, I do. I'm...I'm gonna see if my mom would think about swinging through, again. You know, after tomorrow," he decides.

"Really?" you light up.

"Yes...really," he nods to himself.

"And...and if she says 'no'?"

"Then I'll figure something out. Look, I'm not gonna stay away from you any longer than I have to, okay?"

"Okay," a small smile spreads across your face.

"Okay," he parrots. "I, uh...I guess I should say goodbye now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you sigh. "Good night, Henry."

"Good night, Y/N. I...," he stops himself. "I...I'll see you soon. I promise."

"You better," you quip.

You both hesitate, before ending the call. Henry lets out a shaky breath as he puts the phone back. He was really going to do this. He was really going to go through with his promise.

With that, he walks back to his motel room. When he enters, his mother's bed was now littered with pictures of different people. People he had never seen before. As he glances at them, he feels a bit of guilt twist in his gut. Some of the people in the photos had smiles on their faces, looking innocently into the camera. They really did remind him of you.

He just shakes his head and turns his attention back to the TV. He didn't want to think about that. Instead, he thought about how the faster Gallows Creek reaped what they sowed, the faster he could see you again.

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As night fell on the small town of Gallows Creek, so did a dark, suffocating cloud. Blood stained the streets under the moonlight. While only some who were lucky managed to escape the wrath of Marie and her son, a devastating list of victims piled up.

Then the end came. Henry visited the radio station KFAM, and stared at the silhouette of Forrest Nash. A savior to few, but definitely not to all. He could hear his mother as she slowly cut away at the man that took everything away from her, Teddy Gallows Jr.

Life really was cruel. His mother, young and alone, trying to raise him with what little money she could scrape up. Meanwhile he sat upon his ivory tower getting richer and richer. If he had it his way, he would take a swing at him too. But no, his place was here. His job was to kill the loose end.

Then Peggy came into the picture. He remembered looking at the photo of his aunt, he did feel a bit ill. She had a smile similar to your own. It was bad enough having to listen to her screams as she died, but Forrest made it worse. He begged, he cried, he sobbed. He wanted Henry's mother to stop, and honestly he did too.

When he had enough, he burst into the room and stabbed him over and over again. Henry just wanted him to shut up, he wanted it all to shut up.

Once he was done, he ran out of the station, keeping to the shadows of the dark alleyways.

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Henry continues to stare up at the ceiling of the motel room. His mom had been gone for a while now. Sure, there was no possible way that cops could stop her, they both made sure of that. But of course that wouldn't stop vigilante justice from rising up. His mother was just one woman, and a group of people who wanted to avenge their slain neighbors could easily carry that task out. Fortunately, he hears the sound of the lock to the motel room clicking.

His mother walks into the room and removes her mask, an exhausted look on her face.

Henry gets up from his bed and runs over to her.

"Mom, are you alright? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Henry," she nods. "I'm...more than okay."

"So, it...it's over, now?" he asks, hopefully.

"Yes, it's done," she raises her hands to hold her son's face. "Now we're free. We can finally live a normal life."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you'd like," she smiles.

"Really?"

She nods once more.

"Then...then can we live...," he gives her the name of your hometown.

"I don't see why not. Although I don't know why out of all places you'd want to move there."

"I, um...," Henry sighs. "There's something I have to tell you."

A look of concern spreads across Marie's face.

"Okay."

"I...remember when we stopped there and...I had to kill that man at the carnival?"

She nods.

"And I told you that someone was following me around?"

"Yes."

"That...that wasn't true."

Marie's eyes widen.

"Henry," she places a hand over her heart.

"I know I should've done what you told me, and I did...eventually. I...I had fun with them, mom. For once in my life I felt normal. For once in my life I had fun. I...they gave me their number and I've been keeping in touch with them ever since. I...I love them, mom."

He finishes his confession and doesn't break his gaze from his mother's face.

A whole range of emotions go through her mind. She was upset at her son for lying to her. For getting distracted. Then again, that man paid in the end and...and her son was in love. And how was that something to be upset over.

"Oh, Henry," she pulls him into a hug, which he returns. "Remember to hold onto them tightly. To never let them go."

He nods.

"Now," she pulls away. "We've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. We need to rest up the best we can."

Henry smiles, and his mother walks away into the bathroom. He looks down at his hands. Hands that were conditioned to bring pain and death. But not anymore.

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Leaves in shades of oranges and browns dance in the wind as Henry walks down a sidewalk in your hometown. He and his mother pulled in a couple of hours ago, and he needed to stretch his legs.

Oh, and he also wanted to look for you as well.

He could've called you, but he wanted to find you. He wanted to surprise you. Luckily, he gets his chance.

As he passes by some diner windows, he glances inside and sees you sitting at a booth, too invested in your menu to notice him.

He enters, and you still don't look up. You don't look up until he is right by your booth.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Your head shoots up and a smile spreads across your face.

"Henry!" you stand from your seat and pull him into a tight embrace. He happily returns it. "When did you get into town?"

"A couple of hours ago. Decided to do some exploring."

You giggle and pull away.

"Oh! Are you hungry? Do you wanna have some lunch with me?" you ask

"Food sounds great."

Henry was no stranger with diner food once his mother decided to set her plan in motion. And you know what? He still enjoyed it. From eggs and pancakes to greasy hamburgers and french fries. So he ate what he ordered so eagerly, that you playfully asked him when the last time he even ate was.

Once the two of you finished eating and he made sure to beat you to paying at least for his own food, you decided to show him around town. All while you held his hand in your own, this time without the barrier of his leather gloves.

As you both walk, a flier catches your attention.

"Oh, hey! I got an idea!" you exclaim.

"What is it?" Henry asks, intrigued.

"The fall festival starts tomorrow. Do you wanna go?" you look up at him, still beaming.

"With you?" he asks, jokily. You nod.

"Well then. I think I do."

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You stand by the entrance of the festival, glancing around. Your friends came by and asked you to join them, but you told them you were waiting for someone, so they hesitantly left you be.

You eagerly bounce on the balls of your feet, the smells of cinnamon permeating the air. Then you spot him walking towards you, a smile on his face and his hands in his black trench coat pockets. You run to him, greeting him with a hug as you did back at the diner.

"What took you so long?" you ask.

"Sorry, my mom and I had to, uh, figure some things out," he says in a way that makes you want him to explain.

"What do you mean?" you look up at him. "How long are you two staying?"

"Hopefully forever."

Shock spreads across your face.

"Wha-wait? What?"

"Yeah, we...we're trying to find a place to live."

"I...," joy consumes you and you hug him even tighter. "Oh my God! Really?"

Henry chuckles and returns the hug, before patting you on the back.

"Come on. Are we gonna stand here, or are we gonna go to a festival?"

"Oh, right! Sorry," you pull away, and he offers you his hand, allowing you to drag him wherever you wanted to go.

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The night was no different to the night when you both first met, filled with games and candied apples. The only changes were that the weather was colder, and Henry was warmer.

Now the two of you were sitting at a picnic bench drinking some hot cocoa. While you were interested in your sweet beverage, he was glancing up at the lights strung up above you.

"This is nice," he remarks absentmindedly.

"It is," you smile over at him. He takes a deep breath before turning to you.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?" he gazes into your eyes.

"Of course you can," you say, your cheeks growing warm from his eyes.

"I like this," he begins. "I like...I like hanging out with you."

"I like hanging out with you too, Henry," you nod.

"It...it's more than that," he shakes his head. "You're so sweet, so gentle. It's hard to believe that someone like you exists....And honestly, I am so happy that...that you decided to follow me around."

You let out a small laugh that makes his heartbeat increase.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm happy I decided to bug you, too. I had way more fun with you than I would've had by myself."

"There's...one more thing," after some debating in his head, Henry takes both of your hands into his own. "Until I met you, I didn't have the best life. My mom had me when she was young and my dad was killed. She had no one...she had nothing, and she tried to give me the best life she could, but....I knew that that life wasn't normal, that I wasn't normal. But you didn't care. You saw something in me."

He moves closer to you.

"When I'm with you, I feel normal. I feel so happy with you, and...a-and I love you, Y/N....I-I really really do."

You were silent throughout his whole confession, but you're smiling harder than you had ever before.

"You mean it?" you lean closer to him.

Henry nods, smiling back at your positive reaction.

It was at that moment that you felt like your happiness was overflowing, bubbling over the surface. So you do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You kiss him.

It's a little rough and awkward with you doing it so impulsively and with Henry having never kissed someone before, but you two evened it out rather quickly. And it felt like the best experience in your life. Both of your minds were completely empty, the only resident now being bliss. To make it even better, you both taste the hot cocoa on each other's lips.

Eventually, you two pull away, your smiles still not wiped away.

"I love you too, Henry," you begin. "I promise that I'll do anything I can to keep you happy."

Henry laughs.

"Believe me, Y/N, with you, that won't be very hard."

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supersecretmetalocalypseblog · 4 months

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I know everyone's already said shit like this but that shot where Dick Knubbler kisses the production booth or whatever in AOTD? profound. I feel that scene in my heart and soul and also in all of my bones. It's so tender and sweet. This shot was just so overwhelming for me for some reason, when I think about it i get teary eyed. It just feels like it has so much emotion and stuff in it, i feel it all at once. it's like "oh he's the individual ever! that's dick knubbler!! i love him???? Yeah okay this rocks! This movie rocks!"

And then i get mad and i'm like "there's no god damn way i'm getting emotional over a character named DICK KNUBBLER??????"

^^^^shots like these are going to put me in an early grave!

(A bit more below the cut here, but this is where spoilers for the plot are gonna be, so watch ur back if you haven't seen Army of the Doomstar yet)

NOTHING could've fundamentally prepare me for how viscerally upset I would feel about him dying. When he first showed up in Dethwater, i was like "yeah, this guy's funny i guess. I like him" but holy shit? and he's not even my favorite metalocalypse character or anything, but this right here? oh it's so over for me. He's so??? why? I get so sad every time I remember these two shots. It's like he's treated with so much respect (aesthetically and writing wise i mean) because they know what they're about to do. Look at him, look at how he's changed. he's serious AND silly! He's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, he's gotta help Dethklok! He's such a real guy, y'know? That's Dick Knubbler! And the way that death is part of the show's gimmick like "haha this is funny look how brutal it is" and then for THIS to happen? and it isn't gory and it isn't funny. It's serene. It's sad. It's emotional, and cinematic and GORGEOUS! There's a kindness and a huge melancholy feeling over the whole scene. HE's so beautiful here, like you know your about to watch an ally fucking die so hard, and he's so chill about it. "this is bigger than me" sort of energy. and he loves Dethklok, and Dethklok loves him! that's why this scene fucking sucks so hard I want to throw up its so good.... idk clearly i'm feeling sappy right now. the long story short is i'm going to kill brendon small for his damages to my emotional state lol.

#metalocalypse #mtl #dick knubbler #metalocalypse aotd #aotd spoilers #such a non analysis lol #I don't think i said nothing here #still though its how i feel

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Build Me Up - Chapter 3

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4800+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“But what if they don’t like me?” You were standing in your closet, trying to find something to wear to the bar. Will had invited you to meet his friends and brother for the first time, and you were freaking out a little.

Will chuckles, getting up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed to join you in your closet. He gently grips your wrist, pulling you towards him. His blue steel eyes lock on yours and you can feel yourself relaxing under his gaze. “They’re going to love you, Robin.”

“But-” He silences you with his lips, gently placing a kiss on yours, making you forget your worries. The kiss takes a sudden spicy turn, Will gripping your hip with one hand and putting his other hand out, backing you up against the only exposed wall in your closet, pushing you against it.

“You know,” you say, breathless as he sucks on your neck. “I think my closet is the only place in my apartment that you haven’t fucked me.”

He chuckles into your skin and goosebumps erupt down your arm. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll be late?”

“I don’t care.”

—

Somehow, you managed to arrive only a handful of minutes late, his friends only having just sat down. They all occupied a big, round booth at the back of the place, a couple of them sitting with who you assume are their girlfriends.

“Hey, bro!” This giant man, somehow taller than Will, also with blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, gets up and gives him a hug, turning those blue eyes to you and you feel yourself being studied under them.

“You must be Robin. Nice to finally meet you.” He sticks his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

“Benny, right?”

“That’s me. Will won’t stop talking about you. I was thinking he made you up.”

You pat your body down. “Nope. Real.”

He chuckles. “I like you already. Oh! This is my girlfriend, Jamie.” Benny gestures to the woman already sitting in the booth next to him, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she waves at you.

Will continues for Benny as he sits next to Jamie, everyone waving as Will introduces them. “Santi, Tom, his wife Molly, and Frankie and his wife Vanessa.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

They all say similar things as you slide into the seat next to Benny, Will sandwiching you in between the Miller brothers.

“So, Will tells us you’re an archery coach?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

You nod. “I am.”

“That’s really fuckin’ cool,” Benny says from besides you.

“It’s my passion. Along with picking up hot men at the grocery store.” You smile and wink at Will, who gives you a smirk but raises his eyebrows.

“It better only be one man.”

“You’ll meet him next week.” Everyone at the table erupts into laughter, including Will, who squeezes your leg under the table, a small spark of fire igniting in your lower belly at his touch.

“What made you want to teach archery?” Frankie asks, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind Vanessa, who scoots a little closer to him.

“My cousins were bow hunters. I never went with them but I loved watching them practice. I begged my parents for over a year for a bow and they finally caved. I went to the Olympics, actually.”

Everyone stares at you. “So you’re like..good?” Benny asks, his eyebrows raised in awe.

You shrug. “I guess. I got silver.”

Benny spits out his drink. “You won a silver Olympic medal and this asshole never told us?” He leans past you and slaps Will on his shoulder.

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“Fair point.”

The night continues on, everyone asking questions to get to know you better and you them, in return. Eventually, everyone starts having their own conversations, Frankie talking to Will across the table. Benny turns to you, swallowing the last of his drink and setting the mug down on the table. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him.

“I’m really glad Will found someone. He really needs…well, you.”

Giving him a small smile, you reply. “I think it’s really me who needs him.”

Benny glances behind you at Will, who is engrossed in a conversation about helicopter repair with Frankie before he leans in closer. “No, I mean especially after the breakup.”

You cock your head at him. “The breakup?”

“Yeah. His ex fiance?”

Will had never mentioned being engaged before. It must have been a bad breakup, considering you talk about everything else. Hell, you’d met him in the middle of a PTSD episode so it’s not like he had to hide anything. Benny realizes his mistake by your silence.

“Ah shit. I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. It must have been bad for him to not mention it.”

Benny nods. “Yeah. But she was older than you.”

“Older than me?”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be what…10? Years younger than my brother? I mean, you did meet him at a Publix.”

“Shopping was a pleasure that day.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back with the force of it. “Well, hopefully the old man won’t slow you down too much, Miss Olympics.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quip back anyway. “I can assure you - it’s me having to keep up with him.” You wink, hoping the implication of sex comes through and are rewarded with Benny choking, coughing as Jamie thumps him on the back, his cheeks turning pink.

“I did not need to know that.”

“You seemed concerned about the age gap. I can assure you, your brother is a very thorough lov-”

“Ok ok, you win!” Benny laughs, pretending to plug his ears. Will turns to you, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, Benny tried to poke at the age gap between us. So I was telling him how that is not an issue in the bedroom.”

Will blushes, but a smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth. “Well if he didn’t want to hear about his brother’s sex life, he shouldn’t have made fun.”

“OK OK!” Benny laughs, plugging his ears again.

Soon it’s time to leave, Tom and Molly heading out first to relieve their babysitter, followed by Frankie and Vanessa. Santi had left a while ago, leaving with a girl he had been flirting with at the bar, which was apparently “very Santi”, and Benny and Jamie follow you out to Will’s truck, chatting idly and promising to meet up sometime for a double date.

“So…how’d I do?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt as Will starts up his truck.

“I’ve never seen Benny that excited about a girl I’m dating. So I’d say they like you.”

You smile, letting out a little sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Will chuckles, his eyes fixed on the road. He reaches out and places his hand on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his skin spreading wildly across your body as he gently squeezes your leg.

By the time you get back to your place, you’re barely holding it together. Will had slid his hand further and further up your thigh and you nearly had him pull over, almost unable to wait until you got home.

But then, you had a different idea. You knew the first time you’d slept together, and every other time after, that Will was holding back, knew he needed to be able to let go and just..be himself. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea that Will was that good at making you cum and he was holding back turned you on even more. Jamming your key in the lock, you quickly open the door and pull him inside, the question of “Am I invited in?” dying on Will’s lips as you shove the door closed, pressing your body to his. He places his hands on your hips, pulling them flush against his own and you grind slightly over his jean clad erection. His hands slide up your body and you can feel him hesitating, restraining himself, his lips faltering very slightly against your lips.

“Will?”

“Mmm?”

“You can stop holding back.”

“What?”

You put your hand against his chest, pushing slightly to get him to stop and look at you, which he does, his steel blue eyes blown wide and concerned.

“I know you’re holding back. It’s ok, you can let go with me.”

He hesitates a moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I won’t break, Will. I’m… I want you to.”

A conflict rages in his eyes, making them look like a roaring sea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Swallowing hard, you meet his strong gaze with one of your own. “I do.”

When he doesn’t move, that battle still raging in his mind, you push him harder and he backs up, momentarly stunned at your bold move.

“Let go, Will.”

“You don’t know…you-”

This time, you shove him a little harder and he takes a few steps back, his eyes darkening, chest rising and falling a little faster. Another good push and his back hits the wall, and he lets out a huff of air, the resolve in him nearly breaking.

“I don’t always realize how rough I can be. I don’t want to hurt you, Robin.”

You place both of your palms on his strong chest and look up into his eyes. “I’m a strong girl, Will. I trust you.”

He glances away from you and you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Will. All of you.” Your lips find his neck and you start to suck on his skin, but a second later, Will’s iron grip squeezes into your hips and somehow you’re flipped, back pushed against the wall, Will so close to you as he shoves his leg between yours, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying a slight pressure, which surprisingly sends a rush of wanton heat between your thighs. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them and you know you’ve finally got him to give in. He’s still your Will, but in this brief moment, you feel like you’re finally seeing the last little part of him that he so desperately wanted to share but felt that he couldn’t.

“You wanna be my little fuck toy, is that it?”

"Yes, sir," you breathe out and Will pushes himself closer to you, a growl in the back of his throat at your nickname for him. He leans towards your ear, speaking low.

"Safe word is fruit loops." He stares at you, waiting for confirmation that you heard him. When you give him a slight nod, he smirks, pressing his lips to yours, his large hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin to open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside.

Your hands fist in the front of his shirt and when Will’s lips leave yours to suck a spot on your neck, you moan, fingers twisting into his hair. When you give it a little tug, Will sucks hard on your neck, dropping the skin and pulling back to look at his work, watching the mark rise to the surface of your skin. The corner of his mouth ticks up, smirking as he roughly grips your jaw again, turning your face up to his.

“Bedroom. Wanna fuck this pretty girl into the bed.”

A rush of arousal blooms between your legs and you nod. Will lets go of you, taking a step back to give you room to move. Taking a step past him, you glance at him over your shoulder and give him a tiny smirk before turning and running full out towards your room. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor behind you and Will’s fingers grip your arm tight just before you make it to your bedroom. He pulls you back to him roughly with one hand, his other coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on it to pull your head back.

“Thought you’d run? That you could be faster than me?” You try to shake your head, but he just grips you tighter, pushing you forward into your room. His grip on you is strong, and when he pulls your head to the side even more and sinks his teeth into your neck, you moan loudly, loving the way he laps at you after to soothe the spot. He releases your hair and shoves you forward, your hands slapping on the bed to stop yourself from planting your face in it. He pushes you up onto the bed, gripping your hips and flipping you on your back. He stands up, ripping the shirt from his chisled form and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the dim light from you bedroom nightlight bouncing off his abs.

He pushes your shirt up and you half sit up, allowing him to yank it from your body, quickly followed by your bra. He drops to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, gently biting down on your nipple while his hand grabs your other tit and squeezes it.

“Oh!” You gasp, moaning when he pulls back and starts to suck little hickeys across your chest. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits up, yanking your pants open and dragging them down your legs. You decide to play a little and fight him on this, wiggling your legs to make it more difficult. This seems to spur him on and he growls, one hand pushing down on your hips to still you and the other yanking your pants off, his muscles rippling under the pressure. Your panties don’t fare as well and Will literally rips them in half and tosses them over his shoulder, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

Will pushes your legs apart, holding them in place with his large hands as he kisses around where you need him most, tracing his nose along your inner thigh before he latches on, sucking on your skin and then licking it, watching the hickey rise to the surface. He does this a few more times and you moan his name, gasping when he finally latches onto your clit. You expected him to be rough here, but it was quite the opposite, gentle strokes of his tongue, little taps, and soft sounds vibrating out from him shove you right to the edge. Your legs start to tremble and then he’s gone, lifting his head from you before you had your release.

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

A rush of heat races to your cunt and you try to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure that he had built up. But Will pushes your legs apart again, shaking his head. “Legs open. I want to watch you touch yourself. But don’t cum.”

Nodding, you glide your fingers down your naked body, touching yourself in the way that only you know best. Will watches you for a minute, palming himself over his jeans before he takes them off, his boxers quickly following. He’s already hard and leaking and oh you can feel your release coming. If you could just keep-

Will slaps your hand away, so in tune with your body that he knew what you were doing. “I said no cumming. Not yet, pretty girl.” He crawls up the bed, hovering over your body as he grips your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. Your legs open wider to give him more space and he thrusts in you with one push of his hips and you scream his name, wet enough to accept him but the force of it catching you off guard. He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s rutting into you, your hips pounding into the bed, your breaths coming out in short whispers. Will moves both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other coming down to grip your throat. He doesn’t squeeze you hard, just barely any pressure is applied, and he slows his hips for a moment, staring into your eyes as you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling from how good you feel. But through your daze, the message is clear:

“Mine.”

He says it so quietly, which is in stark contrast with the rough way he fucks you that it takes you a moment to realize what he said. You nod and breathe out a reply.

“Yours.”

He kisses you gently, his hips stopping for just a moment as he pulls out slowly, pushing in gently and adding in a thrust of his hips when he bottoms out. He hits a spot at the back of you and you break the kiss to whimper, mouth hanging open as he tugs on your lip with his teeth. He continues to fuck you like this, and you wrap your legs around him, pushing him into your harder. He picks up the pace slightly and you can feel yourself start to leap over the edge…But then Will yanks himself out of you, sitting up on your hips.

“No,” he says, his voice a little rough. He scoots back and grabs your legs, pulling you closer to him before he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. He brings his hand down on your ass with a smack! And you cry out, burying your face in the blanket. He massages the spot after, but spanks you twice more, kissing the spot after the last hit. He nips at you, his teeth grazing across your skin before he sits up, getting into position behind you. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them in one strong grip and with his other hand, he twists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into you when he does, chuckling darkly when you cry out.

“That’s right. You’re just gonna take it, pretty girl. Be my little slut. Letting me fuck you how I want to.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the quiet room, interrupted only by your whimpers and moans, and Will whispering dirty things into your ears. By this time, you’re so wound from being edged that you start to cry a little. When Will hears the shift in your tone his hips stop, but you cry out. “No! Don’t stop!”

Hesitantly, he starts to fuck you again, setting the same rough pace he had been before. Your arms are cramping and your head hurts from where he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care. Everything about this pushing you towards the edge, the way he fucks you, the sounds he’s making inbetween his words, all of it and you just want to cum. Will seems to sense this and says “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Ungh please!” He tugs on your hair tighter, his hips rutting into you impossibly deeper and harder. “Please let me cum, sir!” He leans over you, changing the angle as he pulls your head up, rutting right against both of your favorite spots.

“Cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

And you do. You cum hard, mouth open and spewing random sounds and words, Will’s name tumbling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of it all. Your limbs are on fire, your entire body lit up as he continues to fuck you through it, watching your face contort as you clench around him. A few thrusts later and he cums too, biting down on your shoulder, grunting into you as his hips push into your haphazardly. He releases your shoulder, dropping his forehead to it as you both just breathe for a moment. He unwinds his fingers from your hair and drops your arms, guiding them to your sides before he grips your hips, pulling out with a grunt. Somehow, you manage to roll onto your back, chest heaving and eyes closed. You’d never cum that hard in your entire life - not even with your own fingers or a toy.

Will had definitely been holding back and you can’t wait to do that again. Maybe next time, you’ll suggest restraints, having always wanted to try them but never being with someone you trusted enough to do it with. Until now. It’s after this thought that you realize the room is dead quiet. Cracking open an eye, you see Will standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body in a very different emotion than what he previously had.

“Will?”

His eyes are watery as he stares at your body. “I..I am so sorry, Robin. I never..I didn’t mean to…fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s looking frantic and you’re not sure why, your eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“I don’t understand?”

“I’ll…I’ll make you a bath, whatever you want. God, I’m so sorry.”

Will pulls on his boxers and races to your bathroom before you can ask him just what the fuck he’s on about, that that was the best sex you’ve ever had. You hear your bathtub being filled and a few minutes later, Will remerges, standing beside your bed and looking down at your still naked body, looking extremely unsure of himself. He hesitates briefly before leaning over and gently picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom where he carefully places you in the bathtub. The warm water makes you sigh and you close your eyes, wiggling down into the warmth.

“Do…do you want me to wash you?”

“You want to wash me?”

“It’s the least I can do after…” Will’s voice trails away uncertainly. He picks up your loofah and adds some soap, picking up your limbs like they were made of paper and softly scrubbing at your skin. There are places where you pull back from him involuntarily and you can feel him hesitating after each one. Finally, you drag your eyes open and watch his face, full of concentration on the task at hand, but worry is predominant, along with…guilt?

“Will? Are you ok?”

“I should have never done that.”

You grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “Not done what?”

His eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they look at the same spots he’s been looking at on your body. “I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Robin.”

“What are you on about?”

“It’s me. I’m fucked up, Robin. Not right in the head. I went too far and I hurt you and I-”

You sit up quickly, water sloshing over the side of the tub as you place both of your wet hands on his cheeks. When he doesn’t look at you, you press your lips lightly to his.

“I’m not sorry, Will. That was…I’ve never cum that hard ever. I loved every minute of it.”

“But I hurt you-”

“You didn’t, though. I mean, yeah I’m probably going to be a little sore and you for sure left some marks on me, but guess what? I want it all. The soreness, the marks, all of it reminds me of you. And you are the one thing I can’t get enough of.” You slide your fingers through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. You tug it a little but he still doesn’t look up. A sudden thought crosses your mind. What if…

“Was it enough for you, Will?” That gets his attention. His eyes snap to yours, watery but puzzled.

“Enough? For me? When I’ve done all of this to you?” He gestures down at your body.

“I asked you for it, Will. I have no regrets. It was amazing.”

“I left so many marks, so many bruises, I…I…”

“Will-”

He sits up quickly and leaves the bathroom and you try to stand a little too quick, all of the soreness from sex starting to present themselves. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off, pausing when you finally look at yourself in the mirror, now realizing why Will was upset. Your body is littered with marks, bites, hickies, and light bruises are splattered across your skin, making you look like you had been through the ringer. No wonder Will was upset. You quickly grab a shirt off the back of the door that Will had left there when he slept over the last time and pull it over your head before opening the door. Will was still there, trying to find the rest of his clothes, obviously in a panic.

“Will?”

“I..I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you again.”

“Will.”

“It’s my fault. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I just…you’re so hot and I like you a lot and I just-”

“Will.” You walk up to him and lightly take his hand, squeezing his fingers. He stops moving, staring down at your joined hands. He allows you to pull him to the bed and sits at the edge when you give him a little push down.

“Can you tell me where you are?” You ask calmly, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

It takes him a few minutes to reply, a deep breath puffing out from between his lips. “I was engaged before. It was a year or so after I got out. I wanted to marry the girl that had stood by my side during the last couple tours I had. She was great, laughed at my jokes, said she liked my weird thing with numbers, and she didn’t run when I had nightmares. I um…she told me one night that she wanted things rougher. That she knew I could be rougher and that I wanted it. That she wouldn’t break.” Will takes another deep breath, his eyes on his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. “After, she…she pulled away from me. I could see fear in her eyes. She called me a freak, said that this much…aggression wasn’t normal and she couldn’t…couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. She…she left me, telling me she never wanted to see me again. And what could I say? Her body was nearly all black and blue from me and she…I don’t remember her saying the safe word, but she says she did and I ignored her? I wouldn’t…I would’ve stopped. She didn’t say it…did she?” Will speaks the last words to himself and my heart hurts as I watch a couple of tears plop onto his hands. “Anyway, I promised myself that I would never do that again. I couldn’t…I don’t know my own strength and..but then you asked me, begged me, and I just lost myself in you and I’m so fucking sorry, Robin.” He turns his head up to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You cup his face in one hand and he jumps slightly, as if he was expecting you to slap him for some reason.

“William Miller. You are a good man.”

He lets out a puff of air and shrugs, but you call his attention back to you. “And I’m sorry. No, I am. I didn’t know…but I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just wanted you to be yourself, all of yourself, and I knew you were holding back. And honestly part of me-ok, a lot of me- was turned on by what you could be holding back. I have never cum that hard in my entire life and I certainly want you to do that again, but only if you want to. I’ve never trusted anyone well enough to talk about this but…you make me feel safe. Like I can tell you anything. And I know that may sound crazy since we haven’t known each other that long but it’s true. And I’m sorry not sorry, but your ex sounds like a bitch.”

Will laughs at that last statement, wiping the tears from his eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your confession.

“You’re really ok?”

“I’m really ok. A little sore, but a good sore. We'll have to do that again."

Will raises his eyebrows, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You wanna do that again? Really?"

"Uh yeah!"

"Even though it's not…"

"Not what?"

He hesitates, eyes dropping from yours and speaking in such a quiet voice you almost miss it. "Normal?"

You cup his cheek, gently turning his face up so he's looking at you.

"I really care about you, Will. Like, a ridiculous amount. Maybe more, I…anyway, when you care about someone, and you are together, that includes all of them. Even the darker parts. That doesn't make you any less of a good man."

Will nods, blinking a few times to clear his eyes. "I really…care about you too, Robin. Like a ridiculous amount. "

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So…will you stay?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course. Who else am I going to con into making me breakfast and carrying me around?”

Will chuckles and climbs into bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest, grunting when you wiggle your ass against his now semi hard cock. A few minutes goes by, Will nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in.

“You make me feel safe too, Robin."

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>>Chapter 4>>

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