#napoleon usher x reader

[ashsimpsalot]

He’s an asshole but he loves his siblings. Spoilers

Imagine comforting Leo after camille’s death (after finding out he’s cheated on you)

Camille is was Leo’s sister. Not just by blood.

Leo found out that he was an Usher when he was 18. Just 18. Of course he was.. well, lost.

Lost in the ways of living, how it works, what’s wrong and what’s right. What he can show to the world and what he can’t because for fuck’s sake, he went from just a boy from London to Napoleon Usher, son of THE Roderick Usher.

So that’s when Camille helped him. “He was like an ugly lost puppy.” She once told you when she came over for dinner (she keeps saying that she hates spending time with her dunce of a brother but never fail to show up when you invite her)

She guided him, through everything. Telling him what material is good to wear. What brand is the best. Even hook him up with designer friends to get his style fixed (18 years old Leo was a roadman)

She was like a compass to him. When he can’t process his own emotions, after he’s done drugging it all down, he’ll go and find her.

Camille being Camille will roll her eyes and offer him a drink. Lecture him about how feelings are stupid and a waste of time. He’ll still be sad, pouting while playing around with the glass he has in his hand. Camille will sigh and punch his arm lovingly. That’s how he knows she cares.

So when you find out that she’s dead, mauled by Chimpanzees, you couldn’t, even refuse to believe your eyes. It’s Camille L'Espanaye for hell’s sake, she’s near untouchable, if she wanted information she wouldn’t dig around by herself.

Your second thought, after coming to terms with the fact that she is dead, is Leo.

You two had ended things the night before. Well unofficially ended things. You still have to sign paperworks to make it official.

You found out that he’s cheated on you. You’re not even sure if it’s worse, the fact that it’s not constant and he’s not looking to cheat, he cheats when he’s given the opportunity.

You hated him. For doing that to you both. Aside from the cheating, he’s a great boyfriend. Which makes you feel conflicted.

You didn’t know where you were going when you put on your shoes. It started with ‘a short walk after a long day’ to ‘grabbing coffee’ near to where his place is to taking the elevator and here you are.

In front of his house. Ringing the bell.

You were about to walk away. When the door opens, revealing a not-so-ok-looking Leo. Eyebags, red eyes, disheveled hair, wearing his outside clothes still. It’s obvious that he’s been crying for long.

“Hi.” An awkward one left from your lips. Leo didn’t even have the guts to look at you, his eyes pinned to the floor. He silently moved away from the door, giving you space to walk in.

Which you did, eventually settled yourself on his couch. He’s had a few wrapping papers on the table, a box full of his ‘goods goods’. Probably planning on getting high out of his mind.

Maybe you could lie to yourself. You’re here so that he doesn’t die from od.

“Look, y/n if this is about the paperworks, this is not a good time.” Leo finally says, his voice rough, almost making you flinch.

“It’s not that.” You pat the seat next to you

Leo sat down.

You two didn’t say anything until suddenly he burst into sobs.

Mumbling something about how you shouldn’t be there, you shouldn’t comfort him.

You wouldn’t reply because he’s right. You shouldn’t but you’re there anyway. Patting his back and eventually letting him put his whole weight on you.

His face planted to your neck. Not wanting to leave anytime soon. His arm around your waist.

He’s crying and it doesn’t sound like he’s stoping any time soon.

Pathetically repeated “i love you.” That made you feel bitter. You had to bite your own tongue to not slip a “you wouldn’t cheat if you did.” Camille just died. Not now

He promised to go to therapy. Find out why the fuck he’s like that. You ignore it. If he plans on changing then he’ll sort it out himself.

You knew what this is. He’s avoiding the topic of Camille. He didn’t want it to be real.

He’s Napoleon Usher, he’s the man you can read like a toddler’s book.

You’ve got your hand drawing tiny circles on his back.

You both stayed that way until he falls asleep on you.

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 10. Napoleon “Leo” Usher

A/N: where is the work for my man who’s gonna do it for me every time?! This series wasn’t my fav (better than the midnight club ofc! Argue amongst yourselves) but everything was executed very well! EAT THE RICH! Anyways I’ll probably do a re-watch at some point to appreciate it better. Look at me being back on my writing kick, someone bring me a treat and by treat I mean truffle fries. Alright this is kinda late and I usually never risk writing for any of Mike’s work but here I am. Hope this doesn’t flop but with the dust in this tag makes this very likely!! Okay ✌🏽

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE + I’m using: A is afraid to get the Halloween decorations out of the attic or garage, fearing there’s bugs, which leaves B to do it. + Going to questionable lengths to decorate their house/apartment.

Synopsis: People can say a lot of things about Napoleon Usher but some may not be aware that he’s actually a homebody. However there’s a few places he doesn’t mind spending his time and that so happens to be at his best friend’s place, who also doesn’t mind actually putting him to work.

WARNINGS: Platonic x reader! language + dark themes/humor + mentions of s*ic*de + gender neutral friendly!

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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[6 weeks before the fall…]

Second guessing.

That happened to be something that was always jammed into Rudelle Povea’s head ever since they were young. Their parents taught them to be curious when things didn’t feel right in their gut and many times that resulted in phone calls home for being, “too disruptive to others in class,” which really meant too annoying for teachers who just wanted to teach without mountains of inquires coming from this kid to being, “too smart-mouthed and a know it all for me,” from their maternal grandmother who eventually gained guardianship over Rudelle.

If something’s been instilled in you for the longest, it can become a habit—whether good or bad is always up for debate. Sure at times it made Rudelle feel as if they were being a bit indecisive but they always looked at life as one big question mark. They didn’t have to just simply take it for what was thrown at them. If they were prompted to question it all, then in a sense they were persuaded to see everything from all angles before going through with a final thought.

Rudelle wasn’t incapable of making a decision, never think that but they always needed all of the facts before going forth. For instance: take the death of Rudelle’s parents when they were only twelve years old back in the United Kingdom. Rudelle’s grandmother was not only controlling and cruel but she was also a really good liar that kept up with the tale of how Rudelle’s parents died. As if Rudelle would never get older and do a deep dive considering the career they went into as a pathologist assistant before Rudelle got laid off.

How convenient that they seemed to be laid off the further along they got into the reports of their parents’ apparent murder-suicide. Lots of sealed off information and blocked out text was enough for Rudelle to come to terms with their family constantly hiding but what exactly?There were always more questions than answers but there was no doubt in Rudelle’s mind that their grandmother had something to do with this.

A crack sounded at the window, bringing Rudelle out of their lengthy daze, spotting a black crow flying from their sight yet again. Rudelle didn’t waste any time, pulling out their phone to make note of the arrival of the same crow and exact date when it provided more damage to their window in the living room. Sighing they got to their feet, phone still in their hand as they got closer to the window, inspecting the cracks that seemed to get bigger each time.

After the sixth ring the line picked up.

“Leo, you coming ‘round?”

“…what’s in it for me?”

“Good company.”

“Is that a underlying proposition for us finally hooking up?” He sounds wide-awake now.

Rudelle snorts, “Keep on dreaming, mate.”

Rudelle doesn’t wait for a response as they end the call, knowing that when they called each other it was rarely for a chat since they could just text and send voice notes to each other. If they called each other it was usually within good reason—although it was a fact that Rudelle Povea and Napoleon Usher lived slightly different lifestyles.

It was about half an hour later when Napoleon shows up to Rudelle’s apartment, barely appearing, almost as if he was struggling to hold himself upright against the door.

Rudelle snickers at the dark attire and their friend’s appearance, “I’m surprised you didn’t use your key this time, why the long face? Did I ruin the post party?”

Napoleon rolls his eyes as he shoves his way inside the familiar apartment. He’s kicking off his shoes in the foyer and heads to the right to dive face first into the beige couch.

Rudelle closed the door behind the man and heads to where he is and squats beside him, “So…”

“No! I don’t want to take your fucking quiz, let me sleep.”

“I wasn’t going to ask any more about your night because I can just tell how it went,” Rudelle responds before adding, “I actually saw that crow again—

Napoleon lifts his chin to glance towards the window and sighs, “Where’s the maintenance manager when you need them? You do have that here in this unpleasant building, yeah?”

“I don’t care about the window.”

He blinks hard at Rudelle, “well you should, love. There’s what? Three cracks now and if you don’t know, they can spread and who knows what else will get into this building once the window finally decides to give way?”

“Your concern is sweet.” Rudelle’s reply is sarcastic.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Buuut! This is the crow’s third time doing that and it’s got me thinking.” Rudelle plops down on the floor, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Let me guess? About you fantasizing about being Brandon Lee’s eternal lover.” Napoleon mumbles—as if he hasn’t heard this before.

Rudelle’s been going on about this crow for a few weeks now and, “the Crow,” (1994) happened to be one of their favorite movies. The thing about Rudelle is that they always tried to find meaning and symbolism for everything. They honestly should have went into literature. Napoleon may have half-lidded eyes right now but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t ever listening. He’s known Rudelle for years, before Roderick came around and molded him into a Usher. They’ve always had a hunch for something and Rudelle wasn’t wrong about Napoleon’s father so who’s to say they would be wrong about this crow?

“No Leo…this time I’m thinking about decorating.”

Napoleon sighs as a smile appears on his face then, “I knew this day would come! There’s not much to work with but I’ve been saying this flat needs a makeover. It just doesn’t fit for you, you know? You’ve got personality and yet this still looks like a staged showing when we first toured this dreadful place. It’s boring and sort of stale—much like Tamerlane’s home now that I’ve come to think of it.”

“Whoa there, I don’t have nearly enough mirrors for us to match.”

“Funny,” Napoleon smirks a bit at the jab since that’s what it was. It’s not like he would ever blame his siblings for the way they all turned out and carried themselves, they had their father to thank for that but that also didn’t mean they were really loving towards each other either. They didn’t know what that felt like either and although Napoleon had his mother in his life, they drifted the moment she sent him here to meet Roderick at eighteen. The Usher siblings gave each other shit right to each others faces and behind each other’s backs.

Rudelle’s been around since before Napoleon gained the title of “being a usher,” so she’s seen it all and only threw in jabs to get a reaction from Napoleon. They knew to tread lightly, not out of fear but they still knew their lane and left that open for Leo to completely bash—if need be. However that still wasn’t in his nature to bash any of his half-siblings, he still saw something in them that they all shared…the torment conditions of being a usher maybe?

Believe it or not, he’s got some feelings about the mere thought of having siblings although they had their issues…there was still some level of respect beneath it all. This was just who they were, take it or leave it.

The world would most likely leave it.

Yes he was closer? If you want to use that term—to Camille and Perry but he was the one who wasn’t afraid to stand on how fucked this family is and always would be while the rest chose to shield that to the public eye.

“Which space are you thinking of first? This living room should be it since it’s the second focal point of this flat. And please don’t tell me you’re going for wallpaper? This is not the bloody 1920’s.” Napoleon spoke, resting his cheek against the back of his hand.

Rudelle shook their head, “I’m not really talking about renovations Leo. The crow’s got me thinking about Halloween decorations…which are down in the basement.”

Leo sits up instead and opens his mouth ready to respond until something catches his eyes on the coffee table. He leans over to snatch the files up, already sensing what they were before his eyes briefly scanned over them. “Ru! You’re investigating again?!”

“Well yes but this has nothing to do with my desire to be festive this time around.”

“I can’t say I believe that,” Leo shakes his head in disapproval, “this is the same shit that got you laid off from a decent pay—for your standards and now look! You’ve gone and decided to be some sort of archivist?”

“They actually haven’t called me back about that interview so…”

“And why do you think that is?”

“My nan’s got just enough pull as daddy Roderick and Auntie Madeline?”

Leo rubs at his beard in frustration, “for fucks sake I almost threw up in my mouth just then. I told you before not to refer to Roderick as that!” He glared at Rudelle who is definitely amused, knowing that irritates him then continued on, “…That could be almost true since your nan gives shady vibes too but you can’t keep doing this.”

“Why not? I’ve got nothing else better to do.” Rudelle shrugs confused before stating, “Just your unemployed friend on a Tuesday that’s keeping busy and trying to not ride on their savings.”

Leo raised his brow, “you think cracking the case on your parents’ death is somehow gonna give you income? That’s like wishing on a lucky star babe. There’s a reason you haven’t got anywhere with this and it’s been months, yeah?!”

“They were framed for a murder they probably didn’t commit which led to their deaths…if I can fix this then I can sue this shit system for if not all it’s worth then…I’ll take half.”

The determination was clear in Leo’s best friend’s eyes. They didn’t see that it was sounding a bit deranged but they had their own facts as well and if they strongly believed this then who was Leo to stomp on it? Leo didn’t know how it felt to not have two parents around but he did know how it felt to have a emotionally sad mother raising him. His mum was kind hearted to Rudelle back when they all lived in Redbridge and it certainly wasn’t out of pity, she was kind to anyone who shared the same decency to her son.

See, Napoleon’s mum is also very observant. She knew from the moment that Napoleon and Rudelle became friends (aged fourteen) that they would be able to keep each other afloat.

They were the pieces of good—more so Rudelle on the surface—that battled the bad the world laid upon them.

“Alright then…” Napoleon trailed off glancing upwards in thought, “in the mean time, you suppose decorating for Halloween will bring you clarity?”

Rudelle shrugs, “maybe. This could be a breakthrough.”

A breakthrough to just accept the job Napoleon’s been offering them since they settled into this city back when Rudelle was twenty-one. Leo’s been into gaming since he can remember, always wanted the latest games that his mother couldn’t afford at the time just to end up with it later on mercilessly. Not really—Roderick made it his job to buy his way in and taking care of Leo financially from a distance.

Yet when those eighteen years arrived and he actually met the mysterious man who tried to buy—definitely not his love—but rather his place as a Usher…Napoleon thought he was getting a chance to build a relationship with a man he didn’t know very well…but instead he was one of the shiny pieces in Roderick’s game.

Rudelle had dreams of being a geologist until she was in custody of their grandmother. They always had that woman in their ear growing up, dictating what they should be instead of what they wanted. All kids have dreams and aspirations but along the way there’s often detours. Those detours happen to be people who only saw greed and Rudelle chose what she thought would be the better option. To do it all on her own instead of being beneath her grandmother’s claws and Leo was still affiliated business wise or not no matter what choice he made.

They were both similar in that way.

Making their own choices, thinking it would work out in their favor.

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

“Great,” Rudelle grinned ready to get to their feet, “I’ll grab the keys for the basement and you can head down. It’s seventy-four which is in the path of almost like a S shape.”

Leo frowns as Rudelle begins to move around the apartment in search of the keys, “wait…you’re not sending me down there alone are you?”

“Yes I am.” Rudelle went through the cabinets of their white kitchen, “there’s bugs down there. I can’t—I won’t. I can still feel those ant bites from last year just speaking on it.” They trail off in thought, scratching at their collarbone, “Which is why I kept most of my decorations shoved in closets up here.”

Leo frowns, “you sure you weren’t on shrooms?”

“Oh piss off! I still got the bills to prove it.”

“So you want me? This glorious piece of ass to be a early feast for some critters? Do you hate me? Do we suddenly have a problem that I’m unaware of?”

“You just said you’re going to participate in my breakthrough? Aren’t we mates?”

“Mates don’t set up mates!”

Rudelle pretends to think about it, which earns them a shove from Leo while Rudelle laughs in return latching onto some keys that were tossed into a drawer.

“Fine, if you wanna hold hands just say that.”

“Are you really going to hold my hand? A taken man?”

Rudelle was tempted to throw in a, ‘Glad you remember that you actually have a boyfriend this time around, considering how many times I’ve caught you in cheating acts.’

But they refrained…only because they had this idea to get their hands on the decorations and didn’t want to do it alone. Sure Rudelle maybe grasping at straws but that holiday changed the trajectory of everything losing their parents on that Halloween night. If you believe in the supernatural…maybe just maybe they could communicate with them in some way.

“Only if you’re afraid of the dark.”

“It’s not of the dark, rather what’s in it.”

“Don’t you worry buttercup, I’ve thought of it all.” Rudelle’s patting Leo’s cheek who furrows his brows as they disappear again around their home.

Leo exhales deeply, “if you did then why am I being dragged into this?!”

“Because you’re my best friend and you can’t help but to love me back.”

“I guess…”

“What?!” Rudelle calls from somewhere in the apartment.

“I said I must confess! You know like queen Britney once said.”

“Uh huh.” Rudelle appears back in front of Leo who started peeking through their fridge.

He clasps a tatted hand to his chest, “I forgot that you’re so light on your feet, should have been a astronaut.”

“Not a chance, I think you’d miss me too much,” Rudelle winks and begins to model out the accessories they gathered for the both of them on their sudden adventure.

Leo thinks about it, taking a bite out of the cold veggie pizza and shrugs, “eh you’re probably right.”

There was no denying that Leo classified Rudelle as his only and legitimate friend who didn’t care about his nepotism. Don’t think they didn’t argue over money when his ignorance got the best of him in the beginning but it didn’t become a thing until it became a thing from time to time.

The basement in Rudelle’s building always smelled of moth balls, fresh dirt, cigarette smoke, and wet air. It wasn’t the best thing to inhale but with the city that they lived in it wasn’t anything foreign. The deeper the pair traveled through the bottom of the building, the colder it felt; even with the friends standing side by side.

Leo whispers to his left, “you look like you’re not batting on a full wicket.” Referring to Rudelle’s attire of a full hooded wetsuit, sunglasses, and a KN95 mask.

“Sounds like you’re jealous and wouldn’t be able to pull off this fit.”

“Even if I wanted to,” Leo starts doing that irritated blinking he so commonly does, “which trust me I don’t—I’d like for my balls to breathe so that’ll be a negative on the jealously part. You however still are giving very much nutbag.”

Rudelle bows, “thank you, thank you. A true star is going to war.”

“Star? Let’s not go that far with that outfit you’re wearing.”

“You should really talk to your therapist about your haterism,” Rudelle bumps Leo’s shoulder, “ready?”

“Not really,” Leo comments, “what are the sunnies for?”

“The jumping spiders.”

“The what?!” Leo stops in his tracks, “you never said a thing about that. I thought we only had to worry about the ants. Spiders are much worse than ants!”

Rudelle shushes the man from beneath their mask, “can’t turn away now, we’re not far from the decor.”

Leo is muttering away as Rudelle begins to drag the brooding man along, “you have me smelling like a old man who has back spasms on a daily with this lavender and eucalyptus oil. You better be lucky that I like you.”

“Oh what ever would I do if a usher despised little ol’ me?” Rudelle pouts beneath their mask.

“More like, what would you do without me?” Leo mentioned as they traveled the s path to the storage room.

You know that eerie feeling you have when it feels like someone is watching you from the corner of a room or standing over you as you sleep? It’s one of the reasons why Rudelle sleeps with the covers completely over their face. It’s also one of the reasons why Leo was more of a side sleeper than any other position—unless he was up to something else that is. That same feeling was creeping up the nape of Leo’s neck although his hoodie was tightened to his head.

As the friends take what feels like slow steps closer to the storage, there’s a tapping feeling that falls upon Leo’s right shoulder. It’s instant that he whips his head to his left to where Rudelle once stood but they’re actually up ahead, unlocking the first gates to the storage room.

“Did you feel that?” Leo calls out, while looking behind him at the path in which they came.

The creaking of the gate is followed before Rudelle says anything, “depends what was felt.”

Leo isn’t sure if he likes that response, “what do you mean?”

“I’m not the only tenant that doesn’t like coming down here.” Rudelle says, “come on then, don’t be afraid.”

“I’d actually feel quite better if I had my Mjölnir.”

“You’ve got me, babe?” Rudelle grins over at Leo who snorts as he cautiously approaches them.

Leo stands at the entrance of the gate while Rudelle is already inside, “is that supposed to be comforting?”

“Sonny and Cher think so.” Rudelle winks over at Leo who shakes his head at that.

“Cute but not really my style of music.”

“Don’t I know it Mr. Hangs out at cracked out pubs for fun.”

“Definitely not my kinda party either.” Leo steps inside the gate while Rudelle searches for their storage, trying to recollect which side it was actually on.

Rudelle let’s out a cackle at that. They remembered a time when a tattoo-less glasses wearing Leo was afraid to try a spliff back in the day and now look at him, the main party man out of the duo.

Leo let’s put a whistle as he walks down the aisle of gated storages that seemed to be collecting dust on top of their piled up items. “This isn’t so bad although most of you may have a hoarding problem.”

With those words lingering in the air, the main gate behind them seems to slam shut behind them making both Rudelle and Leo’s heads turn back to the entrance.

“Don’t tell me—

Rudelle shakes their head in disapproval, “I told you to use the brick to keep it open!”

“When did you say that?!” Leo exasperates, hands thrown up in the air.

“Back when you said someone tapped on your shoulder.”

Leo rests his clasped hands on top of his hood as he gulped, “I—I never told you that.”

“Yes you did.”

“No! No I didn’t, Ru!” Leo felt unsettled, “I only asked if you felt it but never elaborated to what it was.”

Rudelle hums at this.

They could have sworn they heard Leo explaining that to them? There were reasons why the tenants on Sycapine hardly ever came this far down in the building. Things that couldn’t be explained, much like what the two best friends were experiencing. Leo would later brush this off not bothering to connect what he encountered with Ru as similar incidents his own family would face but way more extreme.

“Well…might as well stay awhile. We got nothing else better to do, since you just locked us in.” Rudelle unlocks their storage section, holding eye contact with a very annoyed Leo.

Leo points, “I didn’t do anything! You thought you could suddenly telepathically tell me shit for real this time?!”

It wouldn’t be Rudelle’s first time.

“You’re the one who said someone tapped on your shoulder, so clearly you’re the one who failed at telepathy.”

Leo felt his eye twitch, “I knew I should have stayed home.”

“Whatever,” Rudelle says kicking a box towards the dark haired man, “pop a squat buddy, you’re not going anywhere.”

Leo kicks back at the box and rushes over to the gate to rattle against it, thinking that would apparently get it to unlock. Slipping their hand against the padlock, he couldn’t angle his wrist just right to pad any numbers in and the extra stab was seeing a brick right across the gate, almost mocking Leo with bright green eyes while the hallway went black for a good two seconds, demanding that Leo witness the disturbing image.

The after effects of a party never had Leo like this before.

There’s another touch but it’s a pinch this time that sends him snatching his hand back through the gaps in the gate. Holding onto his skin he examines it to see that there’s no damage only tricks playing on his mind?

He glances back at Rudelle who comes back out shoving a heavy box out of their storage.

Leo finds a spot on the lighter box Rudelle previously kicked his way, keeping quiet until they come back with yet another box to sit across from Leo. He tilts his gaze sideways to read the text, “HALLOWEEN,” on the brown box.

“You owe me big time for this.”

Rudelle dips their head, “cross my heart—

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Leo shushes his friend while peering around, “never made any sense to me anyway. Who the fuck hopes to die?!”

“Relax babes, the yelling.” Rudelle curls a finger against their ear.

“Sorry are my frustrations bothering you?”

“No but you acting like a dickhead is.”

“How are you being so calm about this?”

“Normally I wouldn’t be but things are happening too much for this to be a coincidence so I’m looking at this as another perspective. This all could be my parents’ doing. Thus! The breakthrough.” Rudelle taps on their temple.

“If you say breakthrough one more time,” Leo warns, “you’re good at second guessing yourself and believing whatever your brain tells you to but has it occurred to you that this could all be the devil?”

Rudelle says, “and here I thought you weren’t religious.”

“I didn’t put a label on anything, it’s not really my thing but one thing I know is evil. And what I feel down here is not necessarily kind. Are you sure you wanna fuck with that more with these decorations?” Leo leaned his elbows into his knees.

Rudelle sighs, “can you definitely say that? And not just blame it on anxiety?”

“Would you say the same with the crows? I mean that is the whole reason why we’re down here.”

Rudelle is silent at this for awhile and Leo can see the wheels turning but he’s not the most patient.

“I’m convinced it’s something else.” Rudelle exhales, “I know this building better since I did the research before moving in.”

“Do I wanna know that history?”

Rudelle lightly shakes their head, “I’ll keep it to myself…otherwise you might burst a blood vessel and I feel better having you focused rather than pissed.”

“fucking hell! I don’t like it when you keep secrets.”

“I know!” Rudelle yells back, “but this is an itch that I can finally scratch and I just need the support.”

Leo rubbed at his face, digging the palms into his tired eyes. He understood, of course he understood, he just didn’t exactly enjoy things that go bump in the night.

Never did but being the kind of friend that he is, he would get his point across—even if you didn’t like it but still find a way to be what you needed.

“Fine,” Leo holds out his hand which Rudelle smiled at before quickly tapping the back of their hands together before moving into a smoking motion, pointer and thumb pressed together as they pressed a kiss there before pulling away to exhale the bad into the air, “one love.”

“Always.”

Leo’s smile quickly vanished, “Just know…”

“Ah, here we go.”

“I’ll fucking haunt you if I go first.”

“Way to ruin the moment, Leon.” Rudelle rolls their eyes, “there’s answers in here somewhere.”

Leo feels he’s holding his breath as Rudelle begins to reach for the flaps of the brown box. He’s not sure what could be so off-putting by Halloween decorations and if these would be the usual kind? He personally wasn’t the biggest fan of Halloween as he didn’t enjoy being spooked since that tended to make things difficult for him.

‘Yes there are…but are they the answers they want?’ A feminine voice belonging to the entity named Vera, who hasn’t fully introduced themselves yet speaks above the long time friend’s heads but she doesn’t show herself.

She lingers in the shadows for now but she’s never far. So she watches on as the box becomes open, four flaps folded back as Rudelle takes a large inhale, peeking at Leo who holds their stare.

Unbeknownst to them, the gate behind Leo quietly unlocks and leaves the door ajar.

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Continue along with my fall anthology prompts here.

[mandobatemans]

y'all interested in a napoleon usher x reader ? 👀

[royalsunshinehotel]

*slides onto your table once again*

I’m an angst girly, can you PLEASE write a fanfic where the reader and Leo are arguing? Man’s rich and all his exes before were scared to leave him because he’s a powerful man with money. Imagine if the reader is as power and as rich. The type to mot take bs (hehe)

His Mother's Son (Leo Usher x gn!reader)

A/N: I want you all to know that I listened to Whispers by Halsey at least 12 times to write the angst. The ending is a banger though, I'm really proud of it.

It’s hard to remember how good things were on nights like these. Especially when nights like these go south so quickly. You didn’t even make it in the front doors of the event, when your partner had decided to run his mouth off about your past. 

So what if you lied at the beginning of your career, you built your life by yourself, for yourself. Rage cuts through your skull, but you tamped it down, as always. 

“Why did you do that?” You kept your lips firmly pressed together, using both hands to hold your sparkly purse. 

“I just-” He tried. 

“Don’t fucking . . . why did you say that on the red carpet, about my parents?” First he almost made you late to your own party, and now the two of you were here, doomed. 

“It was just a joke.” He’d spoken with his father earlier that day, even at 6’4, Leo always seemed shorter after talking with that man. 

“I’m not laughing.” Leo runs a large hand over his face, to hide him rolling his eyes. “See, when you say things like that, it feels like you’re punishing me.” 

“And why would I do that?” Asked your beau, finally matching your stance and staying still. If this was any other night, jackets would be thrown off, clothing would be optional, but not now. 

“I made it out. I left what I had and I made something new. Something mine.” 

“No, cut deeper.” commands Verna, hiding in the wallpaper, staring out at the tragedy unfolding. 

“You’re a grown man. You should have something of your own by now. That is not, and has never been my fault.” 

“So what are you saying?” His voice came out as something of a wheeze. 

“I think we’re done.” 

“What’s this really about? Has the check from the film not come through yet? Do you need an allowance?” The whiney edge in his voice used to hide someone else entirely, someone with a big heart, who’d bend to your every whim, and now you’re wondering if he was even there at all. 

You stared at him for a moment, as if he’d just slapped you in the face. When you first took up with him, you declared money a taboo topic, and he’d just … 

You’re you. Leo thought for a moment about the day you asked him out. He should have said no. You didn’t need him like the others, you wanted him. And that was fucking terrifying. 

He’d said yes, like a fool, and here he was, exactly where he deserved to be.

“We’re done.” You stated, firmly, calmly, as Leo watched the elevator door closed. In a way, it the door closed on what he thought was the rest of his life. “Apparently not,” he thinks. 

In the elevator, you fall to your knees, staring at yourself in the golden reflection. It’s agony. It always is with him. But at the same time, there’s an unbearable lightness. 

You’d ended it. 

Anything he might have held over you…it didn’t matter now. You’re on your way down, and you’ll get an Uber home, and you’ll figure out what your life looks like without this…overgrown boy taking up all of your energy. 

It’s agony, but it won’t be forever. You’ll live. He won’t. 

With a shuddering breath, Leo’s heart drops. He knew how long it would take you to walk from the elevator, out onto the street. He should yell from the window, he should chase you and let you know that you were right, that he’ll fold, he’ll do whatever you want to keep you. He can’t be without you, he’s known that since he met you. 

But he can’t. 

Maybe it was too many upper, maybe it was too many downers, but he’s been paralyzed before, but he’s never been sober enough to remember it. 

Maybe you were right about the drugs too. 

And now you’re gone. You would be on the front sidewalk by now, he wonders if you’ve thrown a rock through the windshield of his Ferrari. He hoped you did, so he had something to remember you by. 

Leo runs a hand over his face, knees buckling, before he lands on his hardwood floor with a loud ‘thud’. He’s fallen, like a glass of spilled milk. 

“I'm the one who leaves. Ushers do the leaving.” As soon as the words fall out of his mouth he wishes against all odds his mother would appear out of the mist, and slap him upside the head. 

For a minute, Leo commits to the floor, breathing as evenly as possible, and failing. Tears follow soon after, and he doesn’t shy away from them for once. 

You’ve gone. You’ve left him. This is why he was the one who left. 

Leo’s heart pounds in his ears, and he still can’t quite get his breath to even out. It’s almost getting worse. 

Fuck. 

Verna waits in the corner of Leo’s apartment, in the shadows of course.

Oh, how tragic.

In another life, Leo has the nerve to tell Rodrick “no”. In another life, he’s his mother’s son. 

Within him, laid a great capacity for kindness that would have echoed for years after a premature passing. 

As a PE teacher, the kids adore him, of course, and he loves them completely. He still wouldn’t have gotten to grow old with you, but he let you love him that time. 

But it’s not to be. 

At this moment, in this place, he’s an asshole, an addict, and an absurdly rich man who thought his being right mattered above all else. What a shame he’d let the door shut on the one person who’d told him otherwise. 

This time, Verna makes a change. She should tell him about your life, she should tell him that she knows you’ll be alright. And she knows she doesn’t have to. He knows you’re better off without him. 

A tap to the forehead, and he’s gone. 

Mercy. 

Maybe,  this once, he deserves it.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Patient 0

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Shigaraki x F. Reader

Italics will be used to indicate the reader’s thoughts.

Contents: inaccurate portrayal of psychology, brief and vague mentions of abuse, mental illness, self-harm, suicide, and violent thoughts in general.

“He is a very dangerous man, Doctor. Murdered his own family in cold blood. And now, poor Dr. Koda..” the sound of [Name]’s low heels echoed around the solemn walls of Musutafu’s Institution for the Criminally Insane. She’d heard about the fate of her predecessor; took his own life, right after stealing and destroying all the files on his patient Shigaraki Tomura. The security guard, a stout man, walked too close for comfort, struggling to keep up with her large strides. “You have family, Mr. Itō?” [Name] gazed down at his flushed face; her eyes centered on the crumbs that sprinkled his tie. He worked the night shift and was probably snacking on chips from the vending machine. “Uh yes-! Three children and a wife.” Biased opinion. He got that lovesick face that made her insides twist. [Name] wondered what that was like; perhaps she’d have to ask him more questions later on. Arriving at the cell, the young psychiatrist had tuned out the babbling man—she didn’t have to listen to know it was purely bad comments on her patient. Napoleon complex? She noted mentally.

Walking in, the first thing she saw was a seemingly young man. Shigaraki Tomura. Based on previous notes—those that hadn’t been destroyed—he would be about 21, though based solely on appearances such as his ratted hair and unkempt face, he was aged. Strapped to his thin body was a straight jacket; he had a history of aggression. Shigaraki eyed Mr. Itō with something akin to hatred, which was returned. [Name] stared at the two, knowing if the security guard stayed, Shigaraki would not open up. She accepted the chair offered to her, cautiously placing it in front of the bed, close but not too close. “Thank you, Mr. Itō, that will be all.” She didn’t look at him, her gaze focused on the man before her. “But-but doctor I can’t leave you alone with this-this.. monster.” [Name] smiled reassuringly, “I will be fine.” Though soft, it was a voice that left no room for argument, subsequently leaving the security speechless. Shigaraki gave him a mocking grin, his dry lips cracking at the motion. [Name] ushered the man, whose face was beginning to flush again, out before he could say anything. Shigaraki never took his eyes off her, a gaze with enough intensity to unnerve anyone. “You can call me Dr. [Surname].” He stared for a minute, “I can call you whatever I like.” Instigator. The comment flew over her like it was nothing as she sat, flipping through her clipboard. His antics wouldn’t work on her. “I will be treating you from now on, given the… unfortunate incident with your previous doctor.” Suicide. Shigaraki seemed amused, chuckling, “Unfortunate incident. I wonder who the next one will be..” Threatening. A pregnant silence fell between them as [Name]’s hand moved fast, scribbling down her thoughts.

“What brings you to me, Doctor?” She was aware that he was trying to take control of the session. “Your mental illness. I want to get to the root of the problem.” Her vocabulary was a bit.. “Mental illness..” he repeated, “Do elaborate, Doctor.” His voice was low and raspy, as if he’d screamed his lungs out. Still, it was demanded in a manner that indicated he’d jump [Name] if she said the wrong words. “How are you today?”

Shigaraki blinked, pausing, “I’m feeling delightful today..” Both engaged in a silent battle, analyzing one another. [Name] felt the weight of his gaze as he leaned forward, manspreading. The feeling of boredom he usually felt in these interviews wasn’t present; there was a sense of intrigue that the good doctor made him feel. Shigaraki’s crimson stare took in every aspect of her. She was.. beautiful. Eye-striking in the way that made people look twice. He grinned. She would drive the other patients crazy, even more so. “You’re very attractive Doctor.” Another pause. “What about you? How are you feeling?” “Do describe what you’re feeling. Why are you feeling particularly ‘delightful today’?” she quoted him, squashing his queries as if they were a mere fly to her. He gnawed at the skin on his bottom lip, savoring that controlled feeling of pain—like taking a blade to his mouth. At least two ulcers had formed inside; Shigaraki bit harder when he noticed [Name] taking notes. Self-harm.

“I just feel like today’s going to be great. Like everything is gonna go right.” More scribbling. “Is that so?” she looked up at him. As the dim light illuminated part of her face, Shigaraki observed that [Name] had a youthful face. The kind that made you think ‘Is she really a doctor?’

“Now it’s my turn. How old are you Doc?” Intrusive. Faux friendliness. Sighing, [Name] placed her clipboard down—still out of his sight. “Let me be clear. I’m the one who will be doing the questioning. We’re not here to talk about me.” She chided like a mother reminding her child not to eat dessert before dinner. Even so, there was a certain coldness, a present authority that she was not like his previous psychiatrist. It annoyed Shigaraki; if his arms were free, he would’ve already crossed them. “Fine.. Ask away.” [Name] cleared her throat before saying— it was more like she was reciting from memory, “You were institutionalized after being charged with murdering your family.” There was some disbelief to her voice.

Instantly, Shigaraki’s demeanor changed. Any smidge of him opening up, immediately shut down—a frown settling over his face as it darkened. “My father was a disgusting pig. An abusive alcoholic piece of shit who beat us daily.” [Name] listened intently, putting her pen down and actually seeing him, which made Shigaraki feel willing yet vulnerable. “You wanna know the worst part?” His veins pulsed with pure hatred. “I’m the one who’s locked up.”

“You’re right. It’s not fair.” She smiled calmly which caused him to continue; he didn’t trust her but it urged him to keep going, the words spilling from his lips. That’s all he could do at this point. “Fair would be getting revenge on that asshole.” “Well, he is six feet underground so I’d say that’s done.” [Name] was surprised when laughter erupted from his mouth like vomit. It had been too long. “You’ve got a dark sense of humor Doc, I like it!” She felt as if they were finally building a repertoire—“How would you react if I tried to kiss you?” All she heard was a record scratch on the inside of her mind, her sympathy dying and it took [Name] great effort not to twitch in disgust. For the first time, his attempts to break her calm façade seemed to be working. Shigaraki had a smug expression as she stated rather coldly, “I would call security and have them restrain you.” Her self-control was impressive, really, but he guessed it had to do with the professionalism that came with the occupation. If one dealt with all kinds of crazy, it would make sense to remain in quietude. Shigaraki prodded the bee’s nest, enjoying his therapy session, “What if there was no security to stop me? How long do you think it would take Itō’s short legs to reach this room?” This was it. He fed on their fear. It was the only way he’d be left alone. Except— “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Prove it then.”

He was daring her. His red eyes seized her figure, there wasn’t anything that showed immense signs of strength. Shigaraki hunched but if he were to stand to his full height, he’d be at least a head taller. Now.. if only these restraints could come off…

“Would you like to talk about your self-harm?” It was an emotional punch to the gut. “No.” Trigger. The scars on his neck and wrists spoke for themselves. The orderlies had previously informed her how Shigaraki fought every time against the restraints, creating deep lacerations. It usually took several strong men to hold him down. “Alright. Do you wish you didn’t exist?” Fuck. “I want to destroy everything. I want it all to disappear.” [Name] fought the urge to grin—she would surely look unwell, and it’d be inappropriate. “Do you remember killing your family?” It was easy to segue into another topic but conversation was, at last, steering in the direction she desired. “It was deserved. I went through Hell there..”

“Interesting…” Scribble, scribble. Her words did not reach his ears. “What did you just say..?” Shigaraki’s fingers twitched inside the jacket. “I said it’s interesting.” With hostility, “What is?” It was almost a hiss, full of venom that couldn’t wait to penetrate her skin. “It’s interesting to me that you can remember something you didn’t do. Police investigation revealed that your father killed your family. The only question that remained: who killed him?”

“What do you mean?” He gritted out. “Have I been locked in here for nothing!?!” Impaired memory. Those would be the last of her notes, the rest would be solely engraved in her brain. “No. You haven’t been here for nothing. You exhibit clear signs of severe mental illness, aggressive issues that endanger others and yourself, aaaand you’re the only suspect to your father’s murder. Not to mention your lacking cooperation and the manipulation of your previous psychiatrist that led him to destroy your files, conveniently, and kill himself. I would say that’s plenty for you to stay imprisoned.”

“And what? You think you can fix me?” In a honeyed voice, she answered, “Oh, I won’t fix you Shigaraki Tomura.” He raised a brow, “And why do you say that?” There was a slight bout of confusion in his scarlet eyes. [Name] smiled, practically seeing the cogs turning inside his mind. “You see, I need you to stay unfixable.” He was plagued by the desire to know, like an itch that needed to be scratched. And scratched. And scratched. Until it bled profusely. “Why?”

“Because I killed your father.”

The seriousness in her tone indicated the truth. [Name] stood up, dropping her clipboard onto her previously occupied chair, approaching Shigaraki. He remained silent. “Like you said, he was an abusive pig.” Unlike her initial serene demeanor, [Name] unmasked. Disgust. In her inflection, body language, facial expression. “He was my father too.” She chuckled when Shigaraki’s brow raised. “I’m only a few years older than you. He poisoned my mother with sweet words, and impregnated her before leaving. But prior to that, he hit her so hard she nearly died.” Her late mother was banged up against the wall, resulting in permanent brain damage. “I was born prematurely thanks to his parting gift. Anyway, I continued my life, taking care of my disabled mother, studying, cultivating a career and then I discovered him.” Her eyes shone, “Purely by accident, but I couldn’t believe it. God had granted me an opportunity.. Of course, I recognized him by one of the few pictures my mom kept. And that’s when I knew.” At the time, it was like an epiphany.

“So it was you who got rid of the scumbag. I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to end him myself.” He finally replied. “I made him suffer enough for a thousand lifetimes.” The hair on her arms stood as she recalled that night, smiling, which in turn made Shigaraki chuckle. [Name]’s fingers worked swiftly, undoing the straight jacket. “You’re a weird one, sis.” He stood up, stretching his long stiff limbs.

Without the obligations of acting like his psychiatrist, [Name] embraced her half-brother. Stunned by the sudden display of affection, it was a miracle Shigaraki didn’t react violently. It had been almost an eternity since he was given a genuine hug. He stared at her, thinking how easy it would be to crush her pretty little head. “Baby brother.. I need a favor.” He grimaced. How fucking cringe was she? Did she truly think this behavior would work? “What.”

Her nimble fingers pressed on his shoulders as she leaned closer, almost as if she wanted to become one. It was faint but Shigaraki caught a whiff of her perfume. It was.. soft on the nose. Flowers. Of fucking course she would use something like that. His arms wrapped around her form and she whispered, “I need you..to remain here.” Caged, like a dog. “Why would I do that?” His voice was low as his arms distracted themselves running across her back. She was soft. Everything about her was, except the sharpness of her tongue. “Will you do that? For me..?” It was annoying how easily she evaded his questions. He squeezed, smiling when he heard a small crack and a pained wheeze. “Just for you.” Shigaraki pulled back, grasping her face in his hands, a bit roughly, staring at those doe eyes that witnessed carnage and reveled in it. “I won’t escape. I’ll stay here,” he gestured, “in these shitty four walls for you.”

[Name] brimmed with excitement, it was difficult to contain it. She took hold of the hands that held onto her, and squeezed gently before pressing her cheek onto his palm like a cat seeking love, “Thank you brother. I will visit you often. As your ‘psychiatrist’ obviously. And when I find someone to take the fall for our father’s murder, I will vouch for you and secure your liberty.” She looked up at him, nearly batting her lashes, “It will take time… Do you trust me?” [Name] definitely inherited her looks from her mother.

“Yeah I trust you.”

This young woman was disarming in the vilest of ways. However, she was his golden ticket. Without [Name], freedom was but a myth. He could take her by force but the guards would never let him out. Even if he argued his innocence, Itō—who’d taken a liking to his beloved sister, would take her side immediately. Perhaps that’s where her sense of secureness and confidence came from.

“I want to crack open your skull and examine the remains.”

“I will take you away from all this.. but you need to be patient. Understand?” He nodded. “[Name]..” she blinked attentively, “I think you’re the first person I love…… I will do anything. I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as it takes.” She smiled.

“This is our promise.”

[inklore]

— WIP GAME!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tysm to @psychedelic-ink @pedrito-friskito @refined-by-fire and @galactic-basic for the tag <3

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feels so right — jordan li x ex!reader

empty intentions — napoleon usher

kiss it better — jordan li x supe!reader

fight or flight — coyote x seresin!reader

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dancing with demons — flip zimmerman

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[denaliwrites]

Thank you for your quick reply!

Would you be open to writing Roderick Usher, Napoleon "Leo" Usher, Prospero "Perry" Usher, and/or Rufus Griswold X Male Reader?

(NOT all together, but each X a Male Reader.)

Also, do any of these types of relationships interest or bother you:

Brother X Brother?

Father X Son?

Grandfather X Grandson?

Uncle X Nephew?

ALL Male Reader Characters are 18 OR Older, no Under Unpleasantness! :)

Whatever Character OR Relationship you don't like, just say the word, and I'll drop it like a hot potato! :)

question 1: ill have to rewatch but im good to write all the ushers (i think?)

question 2: i think most of those combos are a lil weird for me personally but also, whomst among us has not wished to be spit roasted by the winchester brothers

[ozarkthedog]

Yep! ;) I've been looking for Usher X Reader Delights ever since The Fall of the House of Usher came out, and you're the first I've found to write for it! ;) OoOoOo! Napoleon "Leo" Usher, huh? ;) He is a Naughty Hotty! ;) Any feelings for Rufus Griswold? ;)

Nope, the only ones I’d be interested in writing for are Verna, Leo and Camille. ☺️

[fortheloveoffanfic]

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[myriadimagines]

Characters: Reader x Illya Kuryakin

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Gif credit: harleyqiunn

Spotify Prompt: 25. Cold Cold Man by Saint Motel: “You’re the only one worth seeing, the only place worth being.”

Word Count: 505

A/N: i was going to write this with billy russo but i decided to save him for another prompt. anyway! where is the sequel for this movie!!!! (spotify prompts are not open)

Illya can’t seem to catch a break. Between Napoleon’s antics and Gaby’s refusal to listen to him, Illya can feel his sanity slipping away from him as he struggles to work with the teammates he’s forced to cooperate with. An American, a German and a Russian, all working together? The world must truly be ending.

There is one saving grace to the whole situation, at least, one that Illya is incredibly grateful for. Out of all his teammates, he found himself taking a liking to you the most. Intelligent and incredibly skilled, it wasn’t long before Illya found himself completely captivated by you. Perhaps it was just because you didn’t annoy him as much as the others, but Illya knows that you’re his favorite in the team. 

However, Illya can’t help but wonder if his patience is about to completely run out as he finds you and Gaby drunk in your hotel room while you’re supposed to be preparing for tomorrow’s mission.

He’s quick to usher Gaby out, guiding her back to her hotel room across the hall that she’s supposed to be sharing with Napoleon. He’s not in there, as Illya expected, no doubt seducing some woman at the bar downstairs rather than taking care of his supposed fiancée. Turning back to his own room with his own fake spouse, Illya closes the door behind him as you goofily smile at him from your armchair, waving your glass of whiskey as you remark, “Why must you ruin the fun?”

Illya moves to sit beside you, taking the bottle of whiskey away from you and prying your glass out of your hands. “You’ve had enough.”

You pout at him, and Illya struggles to keep a straight face at your adorable expression. Shaking his head, Illya points to the bed as he continues, “You must sleep. We will deal with your hangover tomorrow.”

You chuckle, leaning your head back as you sink deeper into the armchair. Illya rolls his eyes, the annoyance obvious in his expression, and he remarks, “Do I have to carry you to bed?”

You can’t help but laugh, and Illya’s expression softens. He quickly lowers his head, hoping you don’t see his smile, but you lean forward, teasing, “Is that a smile I see?”

Illya shakes his head. “No.”

“You know, you act all tough and cold,” you settle back down in the armchair. “But I reckon you’re a big softy on the inside.” 

Illya can see your eyelids fluttering closed, and he lets out a quiet sigh. Before he can say anything, you sleepily mumble, “You take the bed. I’ll just sleep here.”

He watches you as you finally doze off, curled up with your head resting on your arms. You looks so peaceful, he thinks, and he finally lets himself smile. Perhaps he may be soft on the inside, he thinks, but only for you. Shaking his head, he gets up, gently picking you up in his arms, careful not to wake you, and carries you to the bed, anyway.

[ashsimpsalot]

Napoleon “Leo” Usher meets a poly partner. I bet his cheating ass will be “huh? Am allowed to? Huh?!” Takes the fun out of cheating. Probably won’t even find other partners.

[royalsunshinehotel]

You just know Leo usher wants to spank his girl so I’m requesting it

I come to you once again pleading for Rahul kohli spanking fic I beg please

The Smallest Man In The World (Napoleon Usher x reader, 18+)

A/N: Babe I see you and I admire your persistence. This took a dark turn but spanking is spanking. I hope you enjoy.

At your core, you know two things to be true about the Usher "family." One was that an interaction with Rodrick or Madelaine would ruin your day if you were lucky and not your life.

The second was that Leo Usher, as well as the rest of the kids, were tragedies waiting to happen. Any average Joe who looked in their direction knew it, and everyone just left it as it was. Tragedies make good headlines, and god knows the house of Usher was comfortable in the headlines.

And that puts you here. You're a fan, to some degree, of tragedy. An affinity for darkness will put you in the same circles as the Usher boys, "the bastards," and you were comfortable there for a time until your meds kicked in.

Now, you were on your way out. The light at the end of the tunnel had never shined brighter, your life, your career, your family, all well for the first time ever. You should be soaring above the clouds, you should be enjoying everything the light had to offer, and you were here, underneath him.

It was his fault. He'd refused to come with you, so you had to stay here with him like this.

You know, when he pulls up to your location, and you have to cancel your plans for him. He's holding you back, and on some level, he knows it.

You're usually wearing a skirt of some kind, but it didn't matter. He'll tear his way through anything you wear, and you'll let him. It's Leo- Your Leo.

He'll pull his car up, and you'll get in the back seat, and he'll drive - too fast - to some secluded area - or not.

You don't have long to get undressed, and when he pulls over somewhere, your bottom half is bare, and you're presenting yourself to him.

You just want him to stop hurting, even if it's only for a little while.

And your reward, is a loud, stinging slap to your ass. He loves doing it, he lives for it, actually. It's a perfect way to let off steam, and the bounce of your rear is just too good to deny. He won't. He doesn't deny himself anything, ever.

Followed by another, another, and another.

He takes what he needs from you and you let him, writhing, mewling, moaning. If you're lucky he'll get you off too, but it's not the goal.

You're here to warm his cock, to make sure he's not alone, to fill whatever hole Rodrick had escavated from his children in their latest meeting.

That's okay, though. The two of you were friends once, maybe you could be again.

Anyone could see you, but you know Leo wouldn't mind if they did.

Anything for attention right? Anything for a headline?

Leo Usher fucks some whore on the side of the road- click here to watch. It's you, you're the whore.

And you know, when he's done, he'll peel you off him, and drive you home.

You'll get the passenger side door, walk out onto the pavement, and he'll be gone before you even get inside. He'll go home to his boyfriend, or whoever, someone who mattered to him more than you did.

You'll spend the rest of the evening wondering if there was anything you could do for him. Anything to cut him off from these people who would throw him away the second he stopped bending the knee.

You love him.

You really love him, and he knew it. He doesn't think he deserves to feel the same, and yet here he was, fucking into you like he didn't know your name, or favorite color.

Talking with his father left him hungry, and nothing you could do would ever be enough.

[inklore]

Can you tell us what writing you have in store? I’m excited to know what to look forward to

of course, darling <3 these are just the current things i’m finishing up aka i’m in the middle of them or still have to edit them !!

punisher — joel miller (purge au for kinktober)

kiss it better — jordan li x supe!reader (rivals to lovers, angst, high sex, what more could you ask for)

concentrate — hangman (phonesex for kinktober)

empty intentions — napoleon usher (a blurb that got of hand and has since become nothing but hate sex lmaoo)

feels so right — jordan li x ex!reader (just a silly goofy smutty slightly toxic time xoxo)