#I would even go as far as saying maybe… parental?… a little sibling action…?

[ismokechurros]

Nancy and Tristan are related.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC II

Warnings: heavy siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, noncon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', kidnapping

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Mother fucker would definitely find a way to lock you up in his personal apartment. It’s not easy to keep a supe that had the same powers as him as a captive. Through trial and error, Homelander would find a way to keep you hidden. His little secret

Has major mood change at work and a new skip in his step. All smiles and syrupy sweet voice.

Your parents and friends would go into immediate action to try and find you.

HL installs motion detector cameras throughout his apartment to keep an eye on you when he’s too far away. If anything happened, he knew he could be there in a flash

All day you were forced to wait for him until he got off of work (though does a hero ever really have time off?), like a pet. During that time all you could do was stare at the tv that HL had kindly turned on for you.

Of course you'd tried to escape in the beginning. But HL was faster than you.

Bored out of your mind from the constant stream of tv, you'd manage to wiggle over to the box that Homelander had shown you your first day there. You had time to really look at the contents though it was difficult without the free use of your hands. There were pictures of you as a little girl with your mom and dad. Lo and behold, you even found a picture of you on a young HL lap. Documents upon documents with Vought's stamp on them had you accepting the truth that HL was indeed your blood brother.

Homelander gives up trying to jog your memory once you inform him that you really don't remember much growing up. But you acknowledge him as being your sibling by blood.

"I believe you, but this doesn't condone kidnapping and keeping me here, Homelander." You countered, still not understanding why he went through all of this trouble. Just because you were his sister? That seemed too outrageous to you. Then again, you still didn't really know the real Homelander.

He corrects you. "John. You can call me John." He'd told you that several times but you just couldn't bring yourself to say such a simple name to this legend of a man.

Honestly, the whole abduction thing was a spur of the moment idea but once he found himself in the air with you in his arms, he made the decision that he was going to keep you to himself whether you liked it or not. That was the only way to make sure you wouldn't forget him again or leave him.

And some morbidly twisted feeling was growing inside of him every time he looked at you. You were perfect. Like he was. He talked himself into thinking that this was okay, that he was always meant for someone who was just as perfect as he was. And who better than you who has the same genetic mockup as he did.

He'd tell you all of this like it was the most simplest thing in the world. You gape at him in horror at his grotesque explanation.

Unnerve and discontent raised the hairs up on the back of your neck. What he'd said sounded a lot like him talking about incest. That roiled your stomach, making you feel sick.

He hated the fear he smelled on you in that moment, Homelander even pulls back from you and puts you at arm's length. You hate how he reduced you to someone so helpless. You also hate how much he really scares you.

Swallowing something thick in his throat, HL looks away from you with what you could only read as disgust. Maybe at you? Not for you though. For himself. He'd scared you and that was enough to shame him.

He'd mutter out an incredibly soft apology before leaving his apartment.

I'm thinking that as long as I have HC ideas of this, that I'll just be adding parts whenever the feeling strikes 🙂

[quinnyundertow]

Your writing has made me absolutely fall head over heels in love with Yuta! You write him so well that I look at him in a completely different light now in the manga/anime. Also, I'm very excited for the Toji sequences upcoming in WICYG! xoxo

This made me so damn happy you have no idea! I adore him to know it made you love him more just- BE STILL MY HEART!

I’ve always wanted to write out my Yuta!head-canons and this made me go all in hahaha (Sorry bestie but I hope you enjoy them)

If you forced me to pick a fav from JJK it would 100000% be Yuta. He’s so complex and yet simple as a character. He experienced so much abuse/neglect (from parents, classmates, teachers, even Rika) as a young child due to seeing/having Rika in a non sorcerer environment. Gege said Yuta doesn’t have a close relationship with his parents but is close with a little sister. That’s so easy for me to imagine.

Yuta! Head-canon: His parents are both working full time when the tragedy with Rika happens. They feel so guilty but relieved that their son survived. As time goes on however Yuta won’t stop crying at night about this monster version of his dead best friend haunting him. At first they would pour everything into trying to get him medical help but as the years go by and psychiatrists say he’s seeking attention the care turns to frustration. Probably culminating in a, “Get over it! I don’t want to hear about her ever again!” Type of argument.

Yuta!Head-canon: His little sister would have been a safe person to him. Maybe five years younger than him so they really never talked about that girl Rika who “moved away” when they were little. Rika wouldn’t feel as threatened as she’s his sister and a younger child so I could see her allowing him to form a relationship with him. At least at first. Deep down Rika is kind but she’s still a curse jealousy would crop up or a normal sibling fight could have ended with Rika hurting his little sister only for Yuta to further isolate.

Yuta!head-canon: He is hyper aware of others emotions and if there are changes to someone’s regular personality. He remembers tiny details of everything because that’s how he had to survive growing up. He had to monitor Rika constantly for little changes that could indicate she may explode or cause issues. This aspect also causes him to empathize deeply even with those who may not deserve it. He doesn’t want Rika to kill his bullies because he’s seen the kid menacing him is getting bullied by upperclassmen and understands what that means. That said if they fuck with someone he cares about all that empathy goes out the window and he’s going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Yuta!Head-canon: Yuta has a circle of people very close to him and once you’re in that circle he is a true ride or die. Ask him for anything and trust that shit is getting done no matter how sketchy it sounds. He is the true definition of unconditional love (We all saw how Rika got and he still deeply loved her. ) and would support and trust you totally once you have proved worthy of it by actions.

Yuta!Headcanon: He is quick to fall in love and quick to let them go. If you give him even the littlest bit of praise or extra attention he’s going to get a crush on you. He can’t help it. He’s always held everyone so far away from him so any sort of domestic or doting affection would make him melt. That said he has always had to create firm boundaries around himself and others to protect people so if you told him you’re not interested or not to text you he would abide by that completely.

Yuta!headcanon his personality is that of self sacrifice. He could never be a yandere. He understands and thinks that your life would be better without him in it. How could he try and force someone to be with him? He accidentally did that to Rika and it plagued his mind constantly and was willing to die to let her rest in peace.

I had so much fun writing these out and sorry I hijacked your post!!! I’m so happy you enjoy the story and Toji’s entry should be fun!!!! Thank you for the ask love!!!

[natslilcorner]

QSMP EGG FINALE AU

part 3 of this fanfiction + art series

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Around a cracking campfire, in the middle of a forest, eight little eggs sit eating silently.

Leo’s and Pepito’s plan worked perfectly. They saved Ramòn first... barely. The security was tight, and they both almost died. But luckily them being “small” has been proven quiet convenient to avoid and hide from the monsters. Thanks to Ramòn the rescues of their other siblings have been way easier..him deactivating each time the security system helped A LOT.

Leo stares at her sandwich, the air is tense and the guilt in her stomach doesn’t help at all. They haven’t eaten anything since morning, and yet she is not hungry at all. Her and Pepito are the only ones who were lucky enough to say goodbye to their families, while the others woke up confused, with just their siblings around to comfort them. And now they are running away (again), trying to find a way to live freely without the Federation’s shackles around their ankles. And to be able to do that they have to separate from their parents to avoid either party being used as leverage against the other one. But even if they all understand it, it’s still hard to accept it.

They still haven’t talked about plans to how to evade the Federation for good. Should they move hundreds of blocks and make an underground base? Should they try and unlock the nether? Should they-

“How about another world?” Ramòn said between bites. The other siblings look up to him, some confused.

“Fit is from 2b2t, a different reality from this one, and we know there are other people who also are not native from here. And if they were able to come here then there is a way to jump worlds.. so why not try that? It would be way safer than staying in this one..”

Ramòn’s idea is good... sure that would mean to be even farther from our parents... but if we are safe, then they have more freedom to go against the Federation.

“I mean yeah that’s a good idea, but to put it in action is practically impossible. We do not have the means to create that kind of portal. Also from what I read and Dad told me many worlds are invite only, so unless you got a secret patron somewhere I don’t think that’s doable.” Dapper throws a stick into the fire.

“...but...maybe an End Portal. We could use the magic embedded in the End Portal and redirect it somewhere else. Just enough to allow us to jump somewhere else. But those portals are very hard to find, and if the Federation closed off Nether Portals, they most likely did the same to End Portals.”

A couple of frowns looked at Dapper, mainly confused.. others scared.

“I think I heard Uncle Cellbit talking about the End to Mamãe Bagi once... I think it was from when they were in Purgatory, I think?” said Empanada looking up at the sky trying to remember more details.

“Is the End that place where there is no ground... just the void? Because I think Pa also talked about it once. I remember when he was talking about Purgatory and how he was the only one trying to figure out some clues..and how they had to do like a parkour thing to get some information about you guys. ” added Sunny.

“Interesting. That was on Egg Island, though. But then that means there IS one. End Portals are tricky from what I read... they are very powerful so moving such thing would be VERY difficult. Pomme, you and Richas were the last ones that visited Egg Island. Do you think you could take us there?” The little demon looks up her sister. Pomme is sitting a bit far from her siblings, her back against a tree. She is holding her weapon, ready to attack in case something....or someone, comes near.

“Mhh... I do still have the map.. I hid it in one of my secret places. I could even remember the way but only if we start from old spawn, but that is way too far away so the map is the better option. But... Egg Island? Do we need to go THERE?” Pomme brings her legs to her chest, putting her chin on the knees.

Egg Island and Purgatory brought them so much pain.. the idea of going back there..

Silence falls down around the campfire once again. Leo looks at all her siblings.. they look so tired and defeated, and confused. She looks at Chunsik and sees him playing around with the gat strap of his traditional Korean clothing, clearly worried. He looks so little right now.. everyone else had the chance to spend time with their parents and experience the good and the horrors of the Federation and the other parties. She doesn’t blame him for being so quiet, it must be so confusing for him. He just arrived and now has to leave for reasons he barely can understand.

Oh.

Leo watches Empanada giving Chunsik a little chocolate bar she took from her backpack. She knows Empanada has been keeping her sweets close to her. They were one of the last memories she had with her Mama Niki, and yet she still shared it to cheer up her sibling.

Chunsik smiles delighted and takes the chocolate after thanking his sister, then immediately starts munching on it.

She looks around and even if they are all sad and tired, she still sees every each of them loving and caring for each other. Dapper telling Pomme to eat and rest and how he will take guard duty now, Sunny changing the bandage on Ramòn’s wound he got on his arm earlier this morning, Pepito doing faces making Empanada, Chunsik and Ramòn giggle.

“We will be ok.” Everyone looks at Leo, and she smiles.

“It will be hard... and sad...and confusing.. but we will be ok. We are together. It’s not our first rodeo.. but this time we will be the ones deciding what happens next. I’m sorry you were not able to say goodbye.. I feel guilty that we could, and not you. And just so you know... they are very proud of you all. They miss you a lot as well. So I think we should do our best to live so one day we can find each other once again. After all they cannot get rid of us that easily!”

Silence.

“Leo is right... we have to take the route with the best outcome for everyone. Tomorrow I will check the coordinates to where I left the map and we will go there, and after that to Egg Island. I trust you Dapper and Ramòn to find a way to activate the End Portal.” Pomme stands up and sits next to Leo smiling up to her.

“Thank you Leo, and Pepito, for saving us. You both gave us all another opportunity. And I guess thanks to the Bakery Bunny as well.. hope she is safe.”

“Sunny you as well. I’m gonna need your help.” Dapper took Pomme’s place at the tree now.

“Huh?” a confused Sunny looks at him. “Me? I mean I can help resource gathering of course..” “No, I mean yeah, but I meant with the portal, we will most likely do some create machinery to make sure the portal works, and since you always supervised closely Tio’s machinery we will need your help as well.”

Sunny’s eyes get watery thinking about his Pa and all the memories she had of them working together on create, but she quickly fixes her sunglasses and straight up her back smiling. “Yes! I will do my best!”

Dapper relaxes against the tree and looks up to the sky. He is getting excited. He always wanted to mess around with portal travelling, but the limitations from the Federation imposed on him always stopped him. But now? Now he can REALLY do whatever he wants. And he will make the Federation regret it.

“Since we are talking...I have to let you guys know about something.” Ramòn catches everyone’s attention once again. “I’m leaving.”

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The Captive - Chapter 12

Chapter 11 Chapter 13

This is a big one! Won't say anything here, but I hope you enjoy 💙

Kiri lay on her back in her corner of the Marui, lost in thought. The conversations she’d had with Spider over the past few days weighed on her mind, however short they may have been.

Spider wasn’t okay, there was no doubt about that. His captivity, the events on the ship, maybe even the lame attempts her dad made to comfort him, they had all clearly hurt him. But there was something that stood out to her: Spider seemed uncomfortable around all of them. The Metkayina, her parents, her siblings, even Kiri herself.

In the past, Spider had always been ready to talk with her about their feelings; it was a special connection they’d shared for almost as long as they’d known each other. But now, Spider seemed almost scared of her.

And it wasn’t just Kiri he was avoiding. As far as she knew, he hadn’t visited Neteyam yet in the infirmary (even though she’d seen him staring at it from a distance). He hadn’t talked with Lo’ak at all. Even Tuk hadn’t seen much of Spider since the battle.

Kiri could tell that Spider was avoiding her entire family, and it broke her heart. But it also made her confused. She had a sense that she was forgetting something important, like a missing bead on a song cord. Just one detail, but still essential to truly understand the others. Was Spider scared of them all? Had her mom or dad told him to stay away? Was something else going on with Spider?

The questions made Kiri’s head spin, the implication behind any of her theories being true were serious. Almost too serious for her to think about.

She desperately wanted to help Spider, but she had no idea how to approach him about any of this. She’d already managed to upset him twice when she had tried. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him more than he already was.

She looked around at her sleeping family in the Marui.

Why couldn’t they help her? Why was she the only one who seemed to care about Spider?

Kiri had always known that Spider had a…complicated relationship with her family. Especially her parents.

Especially her mom.

But at least there had been a relationship. Now Spider was avoiding them, and as far as Kiri could tell, her parents were happy the way things were.

She wasn’t.

Even if she couldn’t talk with Spider about what was hurting him, Kiri was determined to let him know that she still cared about him. That she was still there for him if he wanted to talk.

Kiri had stayed awake for a reason. Over the past day, she had been collecting a few things to surprise Spider with. A few fruits, a new bracelet, a few tools. Kiri had even managed to get some candy from Norm, a rare treat on Pandora. It was a small gesture, but Kiri hoped it could put a smile on Spider’s face. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him genuinely smile.

She held her breath as she crept out holding her gift basket. Whatever her parents’ views on Spider were now, she doubted her dad, and especially her mom would approve of her actions.

As per usual, a thin mist had fallen over Awa’atlu at this hour, and the night air was chilly as Kiri walked through the quiet village.

As she drew closer to Spider’s sleeping spot, her heart began to ache again. She’d forgotten how isolated it was, far away from the Marui where everyone else slept. The idea of leaving Spider alone here after giving him the gifts didn’t feel right. She made up her mind to stay with him a bit, even if they wouldn’t talk.

When Kiri turned the final corner, however, she stopped in her tracks.

Spider wasn’t in his makeshift bed.

Again?

What were the chances that she’d get there at precisely the right time to miss him twice? She scanned the dark around her. There was little light so close to the edge of the village, but she could still make out some things among the roots of the hometree.

Kiri was prepared to return to her Marui, but just as she turned, she caught a movement in the corner of her eye.

It was Spider.

She could barely make him out through the roots and the dark, but it was definitely him, moving in the direction opposite of her.

For a moment, Kiri considered her options. She would feel bad following him. And yet…

Something about the situation gave Kiri an ominous feeling. Where was he going at this hour? Judging from how far he was, he certainly had a destination in mind.

Something compelled her to find out what Spider was doing. She gently lay the basket of gifts on Spider’s bed, then crept in the direction he was headed, making sure to stay out of sight…

(…)

Spider felt the familiar feeling of guilt creep in as he made his way towards Quaritch’s hut. No matter how many times he made this trip, he couldn’t escape the feeling that he was doing something wrong, evil. But he hadn’t gone to see him last night, and he couldn’t stay away again.

Spider knew the path to Quaritch’s hut well by now. He’d already done it twice at night, and several more times during the day for practice. He could almost walk it blindfolded. He made his way across the bridges of Awa’atlu with quiet haste. The less time he spent sneaking between the two locations, the better.

By now, he also knew the best angle to approach the hut at. The two guards assigned with guarding it never stood right by the door, preferring a nearby rock. Besides, by this time of night, they were half-asleep. A good two-thirds of the hut was essentially a blind spot.

Spider quickly found the loose stake, and, without hesitation, slid under the canvas.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he spotted Quaritch lying against the trunk that made up the hut’s structure. Spider let himself smile a little.

He’d finally caught Quaritch sleeping.

He got as close to the man as he could, bars permitting.

“Hey. Dad.”

Quaritch’s eyes flew open, briefly shooting around the hut as they adjusted to the dark. But they stopped when they landed on Spider.

“Oh, it’s you.” Whispered Quaritch back, a small smile on his face.

“I couldn’t sleep again.” Spider explained. “And I wanted to bring you something.”

He held up one of the blanket’s he’d gotten from Kiri. He felt guilty about giving it to Quaritch, but he would feel worse if he didn’t. Awa’atlu’s nights could be cold, and this night was no exception. The knowledge that Quaritch was sleeping even worse than he was had eaten at Spider as he had curled up under his blankets.

Quaritch chuckled when he saw what Spider had brought.

“It’s a nice blanket, kid. Who’d you have to steal that from?” He asked playfully.

“I didn’t steal it, I got it…from a friend.” Spider explained.

“And you bring it to me?” Asked Quaritch. “I’m a soldier, kid. I don’t need this kind of stuff. You keep it.”

Spider frowned. He should have expected Quaritch to be too proud to accept it.

“I have more. It’s okay” Spider explained.

“I’m serious kid. I don’t need it.” Quaritch replied.

“But I want you to have it.” Spider replied. His voice was more emotional. “I wouldn’t feel right, letting you stay here in the cold, when I could help you.”

“Worry about yourself, kid. I don’t…” Quaritch’s voice grew stern.

“But I worry about you.” Spider interrupted, his voice cracking. “Please, take it.”

“Drop it, Spider! I don’t need no damn…” Quaritch snapped. But he stopped himself mid-sentence when he saw Spider’s face. Even in the dark, he could make out the tear tracks. His face softened.

“I care about you, dad.” Spider whispered. “I thought… I just…I didn’t want you to be cold. I’m sorry if…”

At the words Quaritch pulled Spider into a hug.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Spider.” He whispered. “It’s just…hard for me to get out of hardass mode sometimes.”

He smiled when he heard Spider chuckle at his lame joke.

“Thanks for the blanket, kid. I’ll put it to good use.”

Spider nodded but they stayed in the hug.

Quaritch cringed at his actions. Spider was already hurt enough, what had he been thinking snapping at him like that? All because he didn’t want to admit that he wanted the damn blanket? It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, either. As Quaritch listened to Spider’s occasional sniffles, something in him broke. He took a deep breath. He had to say more. A lot more. He owed it to Spider after everything.

“Spider?” Quaritch began. His voice was softer than usual.

“Hmm?” Responded Spider, still pressed against Quaritch’s chest.

“I…”

Quaritch lowered his hands from around Spider. He thought very hard about what to say next.

“I’m…sorry that I…hurt you sometimes.”

Spider lifted his head to look up at his dad’s face.

“I…I know I’m not a kind man. I’ve never claimed to be. Hell…I can be a pretty mean bastard. But I don’t want to be that way towards you.”

Spider remained silent as he listened to the words. He’d never heard Quaritch open up like this. Not once during all their time together had Quaritch ever talked about himself this way.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I…I don’t know what I’m doing a lot of the time. I never had much of a family myself, and I wasn’t seeing any kids in the marines, so…I never…I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t know how to comfort you. Sometimes…I…I end up saying things that do the opposite. I should know better but…I don’t.” Quaritch sighed deeply.

Spider almost thought he saw Quaritch’s eyes grow wet for a second.

“I guess I’m a pretty shitty father, huh?” Quaritch whispered, closing his eyes.

Spider couldn’t stay silent at the words.

“Dad.” Spider whispered up at him. Quaritch looked back down. His face looked…raw, in a way Spider had never seen it before. Spider had to stop himself from staring in bewilderment. He tried to think of a way to respond to what he’d just heard.

“I won’t pretend like you’re perfect, or even close to it. But you saved me in Bridgehead, from the machine. You sacrificed yourself for me, on the Sea Dragon. And every time I visit you, you do comfort me, really. You…you’re not a perfect dad, but you’re my dad, and you are not a shitty one. Believe me.”

Spider wrapped his arms around his dad and hugged him. Quaritch stood frozen for a moment, as if in shock, before hugging his son back. They held the position for a long time, the only sound in the hut was the dull crashing of distant waves.

“Can I sleep here again?” Spider asked softly.

“Only on one condition, kid.” Answered Quaritch. “You have to sleep with the blanket.”

Spider nodded as he lay on the ground. Quaritch struggled to maneuver his hands through the bars, but he managed to lay the blanket over his son.

“I’ll wake you like before.” He whispered.

Quaritch didn't dare refuse now. 

“Thanks, dad.”

Quaritch is trying his best 🥺

Once again, I couldn’t help myself. Writing Quaritch & Spider interactions is my favorite part of this fic! I had to write some more comfort before the angst hits again.

Thanks for reading! 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm just waiting for the Episode of Savanaclaw to show little Leona and the little lion getting his hopes and dreams crushed by everyone around him.

Also, this might sound weird but I always thought Leona and Dominique from The Case Study of Vanitas were kinda similar. Their both the youngest child of high-standing families and were viewed as inferior towards their older sibling(s) (In Dominique's case, 2 older half siblings and deceased older twin brother). But in the end, Dominique realised that her cryokinesis is actually way more powerful than even her older half siblings' because hers aren't violent like those of her half-siblings.

Now, I'm not saying Leona's parents are abusive/cruel (though it could be a possibility) and told Leona "You're brother can already do this, why can't you?" or "Falena's already unlocked his Unique Magic, why're you so slow?" (that's the servants' job) but it wouldn't surprise me if they did accidentally said something insensitive (or Leona misinterpreted what they were really trying to say) to Leona that crushed his already crippling self-esteem issues.

Maybe Leona tried to tell his parents how badly he wanted to be king and they said something along the lines of "You're brother's already going to be the king, so stop whining. You've been given everything you wanted." or "Falena's going be the next king and you can't change that." And maybe that finally caused him to snap and start being apathetic towards everything.

Again, this is just a theory I have and it may not happen. Hell, I probably got a few things wrong about Leona's character and backstory.

I’ve only read like one volume of The Case Study of Vanitas I won it in a raffle haha and I don’t know if I’ll continue reading it so 😅 not sure if I 100% get all the details about Dominique and how she parallels Leona. I like Vanitas x Jeanne only because Jeanne hates his guts while Vanitas simps for her and it’s so funny—

Personally, I've never thought of Leona's parents as playing a particularly significant role in his trauma (mainly because the game never showed either of them in his flashback, nor did it indicate the parents as being the center or the “trigger” that made Leona lose hope in himself). The focus of the flashback was on servants and Farena/Falena. The other boys' OB flashbacks also obviously feature major sources for their trauma such as Mama Rosehearts, Azul's bullies, the Viper parents, etc. so if Leona’s parents did play a big role in him being the way he is, it’s strange that they didn’t show up in his flashback.

Leona's parents are barely even mentioned; I only ever recall one instance where it was said that his dad is ill enough to the point where he cannot lead their country, thus Farena/Falena has to act as king. There is no mention of Leona's mother as far as I can tell, and neither parent has been really characterized. Maybe they'll actually get mentioned in the manga adaptation's telling of Leona's flashback?

I don’t doubt that maybe the parents may have said a few insensitive things here and there offhandedly (because everyone naturally makes missteps), but I don’t know about outright telling Leona to “stop whining” or “why are you so slow”. That’s just… very blatantly rude to tell anyone, let alone your own child. I’m not saying it’s not possible for a parent to say such a thing, but I think it’s a bit of a leap in logic to suggest that parents we barely know about would.

I totally buy that Leona would get pissed off and lash out at his parents for misinterpretations on his part though. When his self esteem is already low and he believes the world is against him, it’ll skew his perception of others’ words and actions as negative too. We most clearly see this exemplified when Leona acts bitter towards Farena/Falena, in spite of his older brother showing actually showing Leona a lot of genuine support. I’m more inclined to believe that the parents were also pretty supportive and well-meaning (if Farena/Falena is of any indication), but that Leona interpreted their good will as pity and/or backhanded compliments, or that they could never understand his plight. I’d at least like to think they were a little more tactful/wise with their wording rather than sound annoyed every time Leona expressed a grievance 😔 Alternatively, the parents were probably just never around much due to royal duties, so maybe Leona felt like he never got that social support from their end.

The nature of Leona’s struggle is also something that’s generally seen as more cumulative, rather than there being a single turning point that made him give up on trying. I don’t think you can really point at any singular instance and say, “yes, this part of his past is what made him ‘snap’.” It’s the constant rejection and being beat down by the world and the people he’s trying to get validation from that wears away at his spirit.

[ethersierra]

10-13 oksamber take your pic :)

From this ask game

i pick all of them.

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

I... don't think they have much family left. Amber's are out of the picture as far as we know, and Kodira never seemed to have anyone. I.. .oh... they have both lost so much. I wonder if Oksana had parents on the Einarr Plateau... siblings... Did Amber's brother make it down to founders wake? Did her father? I think they have these griefs at staggering times that just hurt and they connect a lot on it.

Aside from that, in Founders Wake I think it comes in the form of Kodira checkin in with Joshy whenever she's around and sharing jokes with him. And of course there's the crew, who she finds quite annoying but tries her best. He's just a kid after all. And Amber, well. She doesn't take much a liking to Kodira's little red friend. By which I mean Koda not her period. She's always got some duty to tend to and it's frankly annoying. If they could have just one nice evening without him rudely interrupting.. and then she tricks him and it kills him and it's just her and Oksana again and it is so nice.

11. What is their love language?

I think Amber is a more physical person, it just sort of make sense with the way her combat works and what we see of her in the season. Like she just steps around Kodira and holds her from behind when Kodas trying to fight her, and she just holds her there. I think she has a hard time putting her feelings into words so she shows it with friendly punches and "noogies" and hugs and squeezes and kisses and bites. Maybe friendly fighting or wrestling.

Kodira is definitely an acts of service person. Her whole thing is making an effort, acting, taking charge. I see this as her love language from the very start, when she asks Amber to help her get her kaiser blade from the trash hole. It's a moment of vulnerability that she chooses to share with Amber and kind of uses it as an opportunity to get closer with her. While it's not Oksana doing the action here, I think this is a two way street where that's something that would get to her heart. And Amber does it, begrudgingly, giving her dishie for a month. And it's such a rudimentary thing but it's a thing of trust. Then in founder's wake, Kodira wants a Danish and teases Amber for it, and again it's just a vulnerability thing. A lot of things she does in the season come out of her role as Ballaster, but I think she sees her job as a way to do right by her community. And she has her go-arounds, too, doing what she thinks is right. And this is getting off course because I could write a whole essay on Kodira but. She likes the little things, the ones that matter.

I think it is safe to say that quality time is not high on their list. I mean it gets there, maybe it starts there, but they can't get it so why bother wanting for something out of reach? (That is to say, yes quality time is one of them but they prefer to take what they can get and not sulk around)

In the blinkshark plane they have all the time in the world, though. :3

12. How Are there communication skills?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhggghhhhggghhh uhhh hmmm they tend to suppress when they can and be blunt when they need to. It's not really a big issue they just know they have different lives.

13. A little personal… but… Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Ohoohoh. They are both. I have a lot of thoughts about this actually. (Woah Sierra has a lot of thoughts about amber and Kodira who would have guessed)

I think on the shoreside they are kind of a mix, more on the playful and clumsy side. There's not a lot of spare time lying around so they make do with what they got.

In founders wake it's more intense. They have a bit more tension in general but I think they see each other when they can and they like to kinda compete for lack of a better word? Like they're just playful about it but also very passionate and I think they get comfortable with it in the sense that they trust each other but it's still not like.. all that frequent or stable of an arrangement. They take the time they can get and don't take it for granted. They see each other outside of that too of course.

When they get to the blinkshark plane I think for the first time it's not desperate. They aren't fighting for scraps of time or attention. It's just them. They can be as tender as they want to be. We see amber show some vulnerability with Oksana, when she asks if she did the right thing. And they're playful again, and take it one problem at a time. There's nothing to protect from, no threats, just them. And I think they are slow to accept that but once they do, they spend a lot of time just enjoying the company, being as soft as they want to.

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I think another reason band together hit differently and clicked for us so much is because the broken home situation was something I really understood. I know what it feels like to be the oldest brother left to raise your siblings, and how it feels to be under that pressure and taking it out on them. I have that big age gap between me and my siblings where I'm at a very different period of my life than them and had a hard time understanding them because of it. And the feeling of not being allowed to change or become the person you wanted to be. I know how it feels to have life just get in the way and you drift apart and seeing my siblings again and being like holy shit you guys got so big but still seeing them as so young. Maybe I'm just projecting but it's easy for me to see them as having bad parents and the only good adult in their life was their grandma because lol that's how it was for me too. Y'know? And then having to go off on your own with no help or experience just to get away and try to finally live for once but in that process you leave your siblings behind. And it's just life and you figure they're ok so it's hard to say it's anyone's fault.

I guess to me despite being a silly kids movie the story did feel very personal to what I've been through even if it's very far from one to one it still feels like events I understand and can heavily empathize with. It's like man if you didn't have this sort of stuff happen to you then you probably wouldn't get it. I see people being really critical of actions that I understand completely and it's really easy to say "well if it was me I would have been better" but honestly I don't think you would have. You weren't there you don't know what it's like. But in that same breath it gives me a lot of hope that I can reconnect in a genuine way with my little siblings once they get older and are allowed to be their own people. I'm looking forward to it.

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The Informant Pt 3- Miguel x F!Reader

I took a little rest to let this story settle in my brain. I think I'm going to move a bit towards the action than I planned but the relationship aspect is still important obvi. I'm happy people are reading this. Let's see where things go

Part One Part Two

CW: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, some action, non-descriptive violence, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

It takes a lot for some one to be as demanding as he was with you. It was starting to take a toll on you mentally that maybe you couldn't get out of this one alone. But luck seemed to be on your side with your new superhero friend.

In normal, non-superhero circumstances, it would be inappropriate and creepy to search you up the way he was trying to now. However, this was more for your sake than even his curiosity. Somehow, the worlds of Miguel O'Hara and Spiderman were starting to blend in a way he wasn't expecting.

Miguel chomped on a shitty sandwich while he took a five minute breather away from his experiment to look over what Lyla found on your personal history. So far, nothing was standing out too much. Your father and his family immigrated a few decades back. Grandma opened up her restaurant, parents married. You grew up--got accepted into a business and arts high school. Siblings-

Miguel paused when he saw a news article about a shooting incident. It was between two rival mobs that had an innocent boy as the sole casualty. It was reported that there were no credible witnesses which was bullshit. It was a different time, and no one would speak up at risk of their safety. Miguel knew he had seen the boy's name before. He was going to go back to some previous documents to double-check, but his attention was thrown elsewhere when a knock sounded.

A secretary announced that he had a visitor waiting for him in his office which was...odd.

Miguel had been recently promoted, but there wasn't really any reason should seek him out. His office was more of a glorified cubicle space than something to be fawned over, but that wasn't the point. He was just coming up the ranks as a scientist, but there were other more-notable people in the building to speak with.

Who could- Miguel tensed when he saw the older man from the night before sitting across his desk. He stood when he saw Miguel and shook his hand. Miguel waved off the secretary and took a seat awkwardly at his desk.

"Can I help-,"

"I'll make this brief." the older man's expression was cold and disinterested just like when he barely spared Miguel a glance at the lounge. "If you're some lackey being used by Alchemax to get at y/n, then I suggest you piss off." he sent daggers, and the tension rose immediately.

Normally, Miguel would have gotten aggressive at the rudeness, but he could see the protectiveness in the man's behavior. He released his clenched jaw and exhaled. "I don't know what you're talking about," the man opened his mouth to speak, "and don't interrupt me again." he sighed. "I don't know what this is all about, but I don't have any ill-intentions with her."

The man starred down at Miguel--reading him and taking in different details. He stood to his seat. "I've heard about you sticking your nose into some shady shit, so don't lie to me. Are you one of those scouts snatching people up and testing out drugs?"

How deep in is this guy? Miguel played dumb and held out his hands. "No, no! I just look into ingredient trades is all...when the bosses need something last minute." Which wasn't exactly false. Except, Miguel was keeping an eye out on smuggling and getting things for his personal experiments if there wasn't enough to use at work.

The man starred Miguel down before getting up. "Excuse me then...it seems I've overestimated your position." he quipped.

"Wait!" the man turned around to face the man. "What's...going on? If this is about her, then I want to help. Is everything alright? Why- why do you even care? Aren't you working for-,"

"Don't. Say his name." the man's face relaxed a little, and he took a seat. "Yes, I do work for him, and I never wanted her to get mixed into all of this. I- I should have known better. After Chris died," the man paused for a moment then shook his head, "my name is Raul. The girl is like a niece to me. I've looked after her since she was born. We're from the same neighborhood." it seemed like he wanted to figure out how much to share with Miguel. "There are powerful people who want what she knows. And I'm afraid I can't keep her much safer for now." he messed with his hands then stood up again. "I'd leave her alone if I were you. If you were looking for a play date, go somewhere else. She's got more important shit to worry about." he then stood and walked away for good.

Rude...Miguel sat in his chair and thought for a moment. There was certainly something more going on with the company that he needed to start looking into. If Kingpin would go so far as to use an employee to lure you out, then maybe his patience was getting thinner than you assumed.

~~~

'I think I need that favor.'

You didn't want to send that text to Spider-Man, but after seeing a few unfamiliar yet intimidating faces at your Grandma's restaurant earlier, you knew that you needed to at least show face to the Kingpin to get him off your back. 'No,' wasn't a good enough answer it seemed which meant that things were a bit more complicated than you wanted to believe.

You were cocky at times, but not dumb. You didn't want to cause any unnecessary violence in your neighborhood, so it was better that you returned the call instead of just ignoring it. Kingpin was a real threat, but that type of business never really involved you. You could thank your uncle, Raul, for that, but you didn't want to push your luck.

You took a deep breath before knocking on an old wooden door that separated the outside world from the schemings of the underground.

The door opened immediately, and you were shocked to see a different lackey (not Raul) on the other side. The man didn't say a word to you before turning and leading the way. You followed through the old brownstone hallways and up a flight of stairs. The man knocked before opening a door to a dimly-lit office and moving aside for you to enter.

"Well excuse my manners, I'm so glad you could make it." he stood up whiling putting out his smoke and reached out a hand. You shook it before going back to holding your elbows--fighting the urge to fidget a little. "Please have a seat." and you did.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as you saw the Kingpin himself scribbling notes while puffing a cigar and messing with a calculator. He looked up and brightened seeing you.

The man did a little gesture with his hand and within a moment there was a glass of red wine in front of you. "Oh, uh...thank you." you took a sniff before sipping.

The man repeated your actions. "I hope you like it. It's a zinfandel. A buddy out west sent it to me." he shared. He took another sip before relaxing in his chair. "I'm glad you came by, honestly. I've heard great things about you; some things I can't even believe." he chuckled. He acted calmly as if not to intimidate you, but it was already too late considering his size and command of the room.

"I didn't want to make a big fuss out of anything. I was just curious when I heard there was a girl with a great memory who knew enough people that could find me the connections to a couple of sources I'm looking for." he went on, but you stayed silent. "But shit imagine my luck when I heard that the same girl had connections to that Spider-Man guy."

You couldn't stop yourself from showing your shock. You knew word would get out about that, but it shouldn't have been assumed that you actually knew the hero. You held up your hands. "Wow, I'm sorry sir, but I've only met him a couple times. I don't know what you'd want from me."

The man shrugged and smiled. "Oh relax doll, nothing much. I was just hoping I could meet the guy." you didn't speak. "I think he's great stopping all those bad guys and keeping the streets safe." Tensions started to rise a bit in the room. "But I know how these heroes are--heard about the others across the country. I have a feeling this Spider-Man guy is going to want to take down a big operation. And see, I got a lot of money coming in from my operations. I hear he's been asking about me."

"Mmm," you nodded as if you were following along.

The man looked at you for a moment before beaming again. "But I can deal with that later. That's not why I've been looking for you. See you, you know where I can get some vibranium. I have a arms guy who can make what I need, and I'm ready to pay the price. I got some plans with a few guys at Alchemax who are ready when I am. "

Your lips pulled thin and you could only stare for a moment. "I- I'm not sure if I'm the one could help with that." you trailed off.

Kingpin didnt say anything for a moment before flicking his wrist. A lackey you didn't see placed a briefcase on the desk. It flashed open and revealed stacks of cash. "Listen, I understand the value of information--really. It's a business, and I respect that. I went through a lot of people trying to find a reliable source. I had fuckers lie to me about who they knew or where to go. But you," he pointed and grinned, "you are a reliable source--a respectable business woman. Plus, I can get you more. Money's not everything, so I'll get what you want."

You didn't like how things were going. You were trying to come up with a plan to get out, but you knew there were too many men to fight your way out. You weren't a superhero, just a confidant to many with a powerhouse of knowledge in your head. What were you going to do; spit out addresses to gun warehouses? "I'm not sure if I'm following."

"You are I have similar enough circles, so I did a little research." Kingpin leaned a bit forward onto his desk. "I know what happened when you were younger, what you saw, who threatened you, the ones who made you quiet and loyal." a heavy feeling sunk into your stomach and you wanted to hide. "It wasn't a nice thing for that boy to die, and I'm sorry--really. But I know who did."

"I do to!" you bit out. You huffed before quieting again.

The large man seemed to understand your outburst. "Yes, but I can send him to jail."

It was your uncle who stopped anyone from going after you to permanently shut you up, but you lurked around to find what you could.

The room was silent for a moment.

Silence. You watched your friend die right in front of you but couldn't say a word because of those goons running the street. That feeling followed you everywhere. You could turn a corner and see the thugs out in broad daylight without a care in the world. They didn't bother with who they killed and probably didn't even remember why they did it. But you remembered. You remembered everything: height, weight, hair, eye color, clothes, where they threw the gun, who picked it up, all of it. But you were only a kid--too young to stand up and too powerless even if you could.

You turned to the side. "It doesn't matter anymore..." was all you said.

Kingpin had his hands folded and took a deep breath. "I don't think you believe that." he reached into his coat pocket, and you stiffened. He took out an envelope. "Look into this for me at least. I got your payment already in there."

You grabbed the heavy envelope--turning it around feeling the weight and noting its plainness. You glanced back up. "Who says I'll do it?"

The man's expression dropped coldly. "You will." He grabbed his cigar and brought back to his mouth. "Have a good evening miss." the lighter flickered.

You took that as your cue and stood up--leaving.

Kingpin watched as you left and listened to your footsteps echo down the halls.

"Follow her."

~~~

Miguel watches as you high-tailed it out of the unassuming building and noticed a group of men exit from the back and were trailing behind you. You tried to seem calm as you tried to flag down a cab yet were unsuccessful. The men split up as you approached a subway entrance.

Miguel webbed his way down and quietly caught the men one-by-one, sticking them to the sides of the buildings. He wanted to talk to you, but it would be better if they were secured and silenced. It was a risky move Miguel knew. After all, he heard everything, so when the goons blabbed that they got stopped by the hero, Kingpin may pin that down on you.

But he'd deal with that later.

...

You wanted to ignore the tapping on your bedroom window but knew it was useless. You wiped your face and took a deep breath before opening the window. You leaned forward and watched as Spider-Man leaned against a fire escape rail.

You smiled--resting your bosom on top of your folded arms. The night air chilled your arms since you were only in a tank top, but you couldn't be bothered. "Hey there Spidey, I got home safely, so I assume you kept an eye out."

The man could hear the exhaustion in your voice which he didn't like. "Yeah I did...I'm glad you reached out, bonita." In this moment, Miguel wasn't quite sure what to say. Most of the time as Spider-Man, he was being heroic--saving the day then quickly swinging away from the crowds. Even his conversations with cops and civilians were short and to the point. He wasn't sure how to act when someone didn't know who he was really, but there was some type of relationship going on also.

You smiled a little before glancing up. "Oh yeah before I forget," you reached in your hair and pulled out a discreet hair pin. You handed it over. "I don't know how much hearing my sob story helped, but I did feel better with you listening in."

Miguel took the pin in his hand and was quiet for a moment. "Don't call it that...everyone's story is important. There's a lot we carry every day."

You shrugged and went back to fidgeting with your hands. "We all aren't Spider-Man." You mumbled.

Spider-Man stood up and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. "You don't need to be...and it seems like us meeting is causing you some trouble." it was more intimate gesture than he was going for, but it didn't seem like it bothered you. "I want you to be safe." the words hung over the two of you. It wasn't necessarily a good-bye, but Miguel wasn't sure what to do next.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. "I will be...but what about you? You heard what he said. Kingpin is serious about stopping you from becoming a problem."

In your moment of stress, you still had it in you to care--even if it was for a genetically-altered superhero. "Well that's for him to worry about. He's the one stirring up trouble."

You giggled unsure of what to say. A large part of you wanted to stay with the hero and enjoy his company, but you didn't know how to go about that request. No one knew who Spider-Man was, and it wasn't like he was going to start opening up to you. "By the way, I did hear that little compliment of yours. I wouldn't have thought Spider-Man was a flirt."

Miguel straightened up at that. He couldn't stop himself with that one especially seeing you dressed down and remembering what happened the last time you saw each other--when he was just Miguel. He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I...don't know what to say to that."

You stuck your tongue out a little a winked. "My boy-toy might get jealous if he knew Spider-Man was tryna get with me."

"Boy-toy!?" Miguel was thankful yet again for the mask covering his face. He hadn't really let himself think of how to handle your relationship with Miguel since things were intertwining more. He figured the smart thing to do was cause some space, but...he didn't know how to go about it without seeming like an asshole.

Your sweet laughter brought him out of his musings. "Just kidding. You know that guy hasn't texted me in like three days? We ran into a little trouble on our date, but I didn't think it'd scare him off."

Oh shit, why haven't I texted her? Miguel cleared his throat. "Uh well, maybe not..." he didn't know how to casually defend himself while not obviously defending himself. An alert sounded; he needed to go back to HQ and check on the other Spiders. "I, uh, have to go..." he wasn't sure what else to say. "Please be safe. Whatever that job Kingpin wants you to do...just, you know where to reach me."

You nodded with a soft look in your eyes. "Thanks." And with that, you watched the man shoot away and disappear into the night sky leaving no trace behind.

You let your eyes watch the night lights around your building sparkle. You took the moment to relax before your phone buzzed. You saw the homescreen light up with a notification.

Miguel: Hey beautiful, sorry I've been MIA. How are you? 😉

You chuckled to yourself as you leaned back in your room and closed the window. Well, I was just talking about him.

~~~

Okay, I think I'm gonna get a little spicier in the next chapter or two. I just enjoy the unique role a civilian can have in a superhero universe. Like what!? So many possibilities.

Thank you so much for reading! This story is also posted one A03 if you want a collected place to read. I do think that Tumblr will be a little more ahead with updates, but I'm not sure.

Ciao~

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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 83: Queer Customs.

Master List

Pervious Part - Next Part

138 - Harrenhal  

“I must thank you for inviting me, Your Grace,”

“Visenya,” Rob calls out to Visenya, gaining her attention from the food she is staring at on her plate. 

Visenya looks away from her food; she had been staring at it, hoping that the meat would magically cut itself and that the bread would rip itself apart.  Visenya didn’t want to ask Aemond or Ben to do it for her, not feeling comfortable enough in front of Rob’s wife, Alla.  

As soon as she looks away from her plate, Aemond pushes his plate to the side and takes her, doing what she wants without her having to ask.  Aemond knows Visenya well enough that she would not bruise her pride and would sooner go hungry than ask for help.  

“What?” Visenya asks as she looks between Rob and his wife.  

Alla is a beautiful woman, maybe a year older than Rob himself, but she doesn’t look like she is.  Unlike the four other people sitting at the table, it is clear that she has had a life away from violence and war and that she had also grown up where the sun shines and people spend time outdoors.  

The new lady of Riverrun is beautiful but not Visenya type and far from either Aemond or Bens.  

“Alla was speaking to you,” Rob answers Visenya as he notices that Ben puts more vegetables onto the plate in front of Aemond, who approves of the knight's actions.  

“Oh,” Visenya says before she looks at the frightened lady, offering her a kind smile.    “Sorry, I am not very used to people addressing me by those titles,”

“Should get used to it,” Ben tells Visenya as he moves across the table to pour more mead into Visenya's cup, even past the look both her and Rob give him.   “All those highborn fuckers will be calling by them soon,”

“Ben,” Rob warns, he doesn’t mind that kind of language when it is just them, but he doesn’t think his lady wife would appreciate such language.  

Alla ignores her husband's tone. Instead, she watches as Aemond moves Visenya's plate back in front of her, and instead of his hands going back to eat his food, Aemond's hand goes behind Visenya’s neck; she watches as a genuine smile graces Visenya's face as she looks at Aemond.  

Rob and Ben have a little stare-off with one another, waiting for the other to back down, and Ben gets Rob to break eye contact as he swiftly kicks the lord's shin.  Rob jumps a little in his seat before looking at Alla, who is watching Visenya and Aemond, with a smile on her face; it is obvious to anyone who even glances at the two that they are in love.   

“Sorry,” Ben apologises to Alla, pulling her attention away from the Targaryens.  “Forgive my language, my lady.  My parents died before they could teach me any manners, and both of my siblings have far worse mouths than me,”

Visenya sniffles her laugh as she watches the colour drain from Alla's face at Ben's words, and Rob just sighs as he looks down.  

“You do not need to call me by my titles.  Visenya is fine,” Visenya tells Alla, gaining her attention.  She wants the lady to feel welcomed and knows it will take some time for the lady to get used to the trio dynamic, just like it had taken Aemond some time to get used to it.  

“Are you sure?” Alla asks, not wanting to offend Visenya and there forth Aemond as well.  

Like many others, the prince scares Alla, always quiet and watching.  Alla has heard the stories about what is under the eyepatch, how he has no eye and only takes it off in a battle to scare and shock his enemies.  Aemond has only spoken to Alla a handful of times, often when he has come to relieve her of watching his children, but each time Alla is quick to leave the room, not to anger the man.  The one time she had stayed in the room longer than usual, Aemond seemed to be a different person with his children, and now Alla can see that he is the same as Visenya.  

“Indeed, you married Rob, so you are family,” Visenya answers Alla as she picks some of the bread off her plate, and Aemond watches her closely.  

“I must ask how my father is?” Alla asks Visenya.  She has been worried about her father and brother since the news of Visenya travelling to the Reach, worried they might have gotten hurt because of the fighting.  

Visenya swallows the lump in her throat at the mention of the Reach.  Even if Daeron had stabbed her, she can’t imagine how the prince must be dealing with losing his dragon.  If either Morghon or Cannibal had been hurt, much less killed, then she wouldn’t know what to do.  Aemond shifts in his chair, he loves his brother, but when he gets his hands on him for hurting Visenya, he will no longer be the crippled brother.  

“Good, from what I can remember.  Highgarden is a truly beautiful place, and the Reach only matches that beauty,” Visenya answers, biting back the memory of Daeron’s betrayal.   “Perhaps after this, all is over. Then I might give you a ride there,”

Rob looks at Visenya, he wants so badly for Alla and his friends to get along, but he knows that they can be overwhelming and don’t usually follow traditions or what is proper.  Visenya and Aemond had been good so far, keeping their hands to each other for the most part, but as Aemonds hand moves away from the back of Visenyas neck and disappears under the table, Rob can’t help but worry.   

“On dragon's back?” Alla asks, and Visenya nods; she knows that riding a dragon is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and not many people would turn it down.  

“Morghon is gentle and looks far scarier than he is,”  Visenya assures Alla before looking at Rob.   “Your husband has flown on him multiply times,”

“You never told me that,” Alla tells Rob and the lord looks at his wife, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.  Alla had already been worried about how close Rob and Visenya are, and the fact that he didn’t tell her about going on a dragon ride with Visenya might not have been the best choice.  

“Nyke pendagon issa isse,” Aemond whispers to Visenya, his lips brushing, and Visenya leans back in her chair as she looks at Aemond.  

I think he is in trouble.

Visenya bites back her smile as she feels Aemonds fingers tap against the skin of her thigh, she knows that if anyone were to see them, they would be appealed by the action, but that just thrilled her more.  

“Kesā sagon hae sȳrī lo aōha ondos daoriot keligon,” Visenya tells Aemond, her voice above a whisper, and she can see Ben choke on his drink before looking to the two Targaryens.  

You will be as well if your hand doesn't stop.

Aemond pulls his hand away from Visenya before finally picking at the food on his plate, he knows that it is risky to be so bold, but the way his heart was thumping did something to him.  

Alla looks away from Rob and towards Visenya and Aemond, making Visenya think that the lady was somehow fluent in Valyrian and had heard what they were saying.  

“Is that Valyrian?” Alla asks. She had never heard the language before, but it was almost intoxicating to listen to it.  

“Yes.  Forgive my husband and me; we tend to slip into it often,” Visenya answers; she doesn’t want to make Alla feel unwelcomed because she and Aemond are talking in a language she doesn’t know. 

“It is a beautiful language,” Alla compliments as she picks up her cup.  “Who taught you both?”

“I learnt from the maester,” Aemond answers first.  

“My father and grandsire,” Visenya tells Alla; part of her doesn’t know if Aemond would react at the mention of the late king or the fact that he would take the time to teach her but not him.  

“Are there any little pet names that you two have?” Alla asks, the language is interesting, and she hopes that one day she will be able to learn it.  She had heard Aemond calling the twins by a few different terms and them calling him “Kapa” and often asking for “muña.”  

“Ñuha dōnas and Perzītsos for Laenor and Daenys,” Visenya answers, enjoying answering questions.  “They mean ‘My sweets’ and ‘Little Flame’.  My father used to call me Ñuha dōnas,” 

Visenya smiles slightly at the memory, and the three men look around the table at one another.  It wasn’t often that Visenya would talk about Laenor, even with Aemond, so her sharing details with Alla surprises them.  

Alla looks at Aemond, noticing that he has been silent for the most part, but she wants to know the terms he calls the twins.  

“And you, Prince Aemond.  Have any little nicknames?” Alla asks, and the prince takes a moment before smiling at himself.  

“Ñuha dōna orvorta for her Grace,” Aemond answers, and Visenya looks at Aemond with wide eyes.  

“Aemond!” Visenya scolds Aemond as Ben booming laughter echoes in the room.  Aemond sits back in his chair with a small smile as he looks at Visenya, almost innocently asking what is wrong with his words.  

Rob watches Ben trying to stop himself from laughing, but the knight's face and neck are red as he covers his mouth as looks down at his plate.  Alla looks between the three people that can speak Valyrian, wanting to know what Aemond has said, and from the fact that Visenya's neck is flushed, she can tell that the name isn’t a sweet nickname. 

“What does it mean?” Alla asks as she watches Ben clear his face from the trees that are running down his face.  

“I wouldn’t want to sully your ears with my husband's words,” Visenya answers as she looks away from Aemond and back to Alla.  “And to think I used to teach you the language,”

“I thought the maesters taught him,” Alla tells Visenya.  

“Yes, but I used to try and teach it to him, do you remember?” Visenya asks Aemond, looking towards him, but Aemond just looks at Visenya, admiring her in the warm light of the candles around the room.  

“I do remember after I used to help you with your sword fighting,” Aemond recalls, his lips turning up at the memory.  

“By Blackwater Bay,” Visenya adds, not hiding her smile like Aemond.  

“So you both grew up together?” Alla asks, wanting to know more about their relationship. 

“For a few years, and then after my brother, Joffrey, was born, then I had to leave for Dragonstone,” Visenya answers; she doesn’t know how she feels talking about her childhood.  She misses it, issues similar times, and doesn’t want to think that she will never see her little brother again or her grandmother.  

Talking about her childhood would also lead to talking about her father, and as much as Visenya doesn’t want to admit it to herself, she doesn’t remember much of her father.  She can barely remember what he looks like and only remembers his specific memories.  

“And what did you prefer?” Alla asks as she picks at her food.  “King’s Landing or Dragonstone?”

“I felt at home where he was,” Visenya jokes as she looks at Aemond, and she can hear Ben make a gagging sound as she looks back at Alla.  “But I always felt at home on Driftmark,”

Alla looks between Visenya and Aemond, the prince judging Ben before returning to his food.  Alla can’t help but find it weird, it is clear how much they love each other, but to the rest of Westeros, the customs of the Valyrian houses are strange and not something they would do.  Alla can even stomach the thought of marrying her brother or uncle, but to the Targaryens, it means nothing.  

“You two don’t find it weird?” Alla asks, letting her curiosity get the better of her, and Rob watches Alla, wondering what she means.  

“What weird?” Visenya asks, not knowing if she is talking about the fact that she thinks Driftmark is her home or something else. 

“That you are, you know, what niece and uncle?” Alla asks, and both Visenya and Aemond shift uncomfortably at her words. 

“Oh,” Visenya says, and Rob and Ben look at each other.  Not once have they ever dared mention the relationship, Visenya had explained to them how it is different for them years back, and it took some time, but they understand it now.  

“Hmm,” Aemond says as he stares down Alla, making the lady shift uncomfortably under his intense gaze.  Rob likes his wife, and he can tell Aemond is very close to ending her life for her words. 

“Alla,” Rob warns Alla, making her look at her husband before returning to the two Targaryens.  

“Forgive me, I just-”

“Targaryens have queer customs, so no,” Visenya cuts Alla off; she knows that people not part of the Valyrian house do not understand, and the way Alla looks at her makes her feel ashamed.  

“Something I will have to get used to,” Alla says, and Visenya looks back at her.  

Visenya and Aemond had made a deal with Rob to unite their houses, and they couldn’t do that unless Rob had a child.  Now that he has a wife, they had been expecting news of Alla being with child for a while.  

“She is with child?” Visenya asks Rob, and Ben looks between Alla and Rob, looking at her still flat stomach with narrows eyes like if he tries hard enough, then he might be able to see the babe in her stomach.  

“We were planning on telling-”

Neither Ben nor Visenya allows Rob to finish his sentence before they are both out of their chairs and barreling towards the Lord with no regard for their safety.   Ben reaches Rob first, pulling the lord out of his chair before Visenya tackles them both; the force and unexpected weight of Visenya makes both Rob and Ben stumble on their feet, with Ben readying himself to take the full force of the group once they feet the ground.  

“Visenya!” Aemond shouts as he stands out of his chair, worried that Visenya might have hurt herself or one of her past injuries.  

Alla looks away from the prince, not used to the sheer amount of emotion and the reaction from the once quiet and reserved prince, and to her Lord husband and his friends, who are on the ground laughing on top of one another.  Aemond quickly moves around the table and towards the group, Ben now helping Visenya and Rob up off the ground.  

“You little fucker, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Visenya asks, all sense being proper in front of Alla gone.  

“We are at war?” Rob answers, but his voice is filled with uncertainty.  He had wanted to wait until Alla was in the clear about not having a miscarriage, but she had told Rob that they were going to say to his friends tonight.  

“Horseshit- Aemond, I am fine,” Visenya tells Aemond as she feels Aemond feel over her stomach and arms for any sense of her being hurt. “This is amazing news,”

“Trying naejot mazverdagon ñuha prūmia keligon.  Daor concern syt aōha, sepār hae skori īlin riñar,” Aemond whispers to Visenya as he holds onto her waist; he is not going to let her go again.   

Trying to make my heart stop—no concern for your own safety, just like when we were children. 

“I’m fine,” Viseenya assures Aemond as she gives him a quick kiss on his cheek.   “Kostilus ao should gūrogon hen ñuha grēza sepār naejot mazverdagon sure,”

You should take off my dress to make sure.

“Now I will throw up,” Ben mumbles to himself before he pulls Rob in for another hug.  

Visenya looks away from Aemond and toward Alla, who seems still startled by the commotion.  Visenya smiles at the lady as she tries to walk towards her, but Aemond doesn’t let go of her, keeping his hands snugly on Visenya's hips.  Visenya rolls her eyes at Aemonds actions but turns her body towards Alla as she leans back on Aemond.  

Visenya and Aemond let out a hum of contentment as she does so, and the grip on her only tightens.  Aemond feels he can’t let her go, or she might hurt herself again.   

“Congratulations, My Lady,” Visenya tells Alla as she offers her a kind smile.  She knows what it is like to be happy but overwhelmed at the news of a pregnancy.  

“Thank you,” Alla thanked Visenya as she stands up from her chair, and Rob rangles his way out of Ben's hug to go to her side.  “I look forward to our family becoming one,”

Aemond stiffens at her words, yes, both he and Visenya had agreed with Rob that they would unite their houses, but it is too soon for him to think of one of his children leaving to marry someone.  Visenya feels Aemond stiffens and leans more onto Aemond, her hands resting on his.  

“It already is,” Visenya assures Alla.  

– – 

“What's wrong?” Visenya asks Aemond as she looks around the table for some more mead; the night at long since died with Ben,  Rob and Alla going back to their rooms for the night, but Aemond hadn’t seen as eager to return to their shared bed chambers.  

The truth is that Aemond was enjoying watching Visenya putter around the warm room, often watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and the soft hum as she walked.  He knows that when they return to their room, she will want to go to bed, but Aemond wants to spend as much time with Visenya as he can.  

“Hmm,” Aemond answers, and Visenya stops walking, looking towards Aemond before stepping in front of him and giving him a questioning look.  

Aemond looks down at Visenya, watching as she studies his face for something that would tell her what is wrong.  Visenya is used to Aemond giving other people non-verbal responses but not her.  

“Don’t hmm me,” Visenya tells Aemond as she leans her chin on his chest, looking up at him.  Aemond can’t help the small smile as he rests her hand on Visenya's hips and pulls her closer.  “Tell me what’s troubling you,”

Aemond should have known better than to try and find something from Visenya, she has always been able to tell when something is wrong, and he never wants to keep things from her.  Aemond knows 

“What if they don’t have a girl?  What if they have a boy?” Aemond asks; he knows that Rob and Alla want their child to marry one of their children, but he doesn’t want Daenys to marry Rob's child, and it was already a lot to agree for the betrothment between Aenar and their child if it is a girl.  

“I’m sure Rob is planning on having more than this child,” Visenya tells Aemond, knowing that Rob wants a large family.  For his children to have siblings, unlike him.  

“What if they want Daenys?” Aemond asks; he doesn’t want to lose his little girl.  

“Daenys is already betrothed to Rickon,” Visenya answers; even if Cregan isn’t supporting them, she wouldn’t call off the betrothment until Cregan decided to get involved.  

“And what if Rob wants us to break that and have Daenys marry his son?” Aemond asks Visenya, the possibilities are flying through his mind, and he can’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed by them.  

“We won’t,” Visenya assures him; she wouldn’t do that to Cregan and the Starks.  Visenya smiles at Aemond as she bites her lip to stop smiling.  “Or maybe we will have another daughter,”

Aemond perks up at that.  He and Visenya had agreed that Aenar would probably be their last child, not wanting to risk Visenya's life again and that Visenya didn’t like being pregnant.   But the genuine smile on her face tells him she is being serious, not a single sign that she is joking or getting his hopes up.  

“I thought you only wanted three?” Aemond finally gathers that course and his voice to ask Visenya.  

“I did, but I must say that making children is fun.  Don’t you agree?” Visenya asks Aemond, but he says nothing in return, just watching for the slightest sign that Visenya is joking or getting his hopes up.  “Why so quiet? Do you not enjoy fucking me-”

Aemond cuts Visenya off with a kiss, passionate and full of love.  The kind of kiss that some people will never get to have in their life, one that screams ‘I love you’ without words and sends shivers through the receiver's body.  Aemond isn’t always great with his words, but he can show Visenya just how much he loves her.  

Visenya can’t help but giggle against Aemonds lips, the tight, bruising grip on her hips sends pleasure through Visenya, and she doesn’t care that her handmaidens will give her questioning looks when they help bathe her.  She would rather Aemond help than some women she doesn’t know.  

“You have a wicked tongue,” Aemond breathlessly tells Visenya as they nudge through noses together.  

Everything about Visenya is intoxicating.  From her wild nature to the fact that she never seems to listen to Aemond when it concerns her health and safety.  Her smell, her taste, how she feels around his cock.  Aemond loves anything about her, from the scars on her body to the marks she has gotten from her pregnancies.  

“I do,” Visenya agrees as she slightly moves her face away from Aemonds.  “Tell me how much you enjoy it,”

Aemond waits a moment, thinking about what he could say to shock his wife or stun her for a moment.  Aemond moves off from leaning on the table and moves so that Visenya is the one doing so.  Aemond gently pushes Visenya against the table, making her move up to sit on it, her dress riding up her legs and the silt exposing her legs.  

Aemond moves to stand between her legs, one hand going to the newly exposed skin.  His callused and scarred are rough against the smooth skin of her thigh; Aemond uses his other hand to take off his eye patch, knowing that Visenya hates when he wears it when they are intimate.  

Aemond could bend her over this table and fuck her like she was a common whore, and he knows that she would thank him after.  That she would be a good girl and take him perfectly.  Or he could worship her body and treat her like the Queen she is.  So many possibilities and opportunities to have his wife however he wants.  

“Hmm,” Aemond answers as he moves his hand up Visenya's body to push her further up the table.   “Want me to tell you how much I enjoy fucking you and how much pleasure that tongue brings me when I have your mouth stuffed full of my cock.  How I wished I could lock us in our chambers so that I could fuck you until it was obvious that you are a whore for my cock?”

Visenya had not been expecting Aemond to answer her, she had wanted to tease him and then maybe have him sit down so that she could ride him, but now she understands that she would most likely not do that.  That Aemond would be the one to take control tonight.  

Aemonds hands are quick to push Visenya's dress down her shoulders, and if they were in their chambers, then he would have just ripped the front of the dress, but he knows that they have to leave this room, and he doesn’t think that Visenya would want to walk around the halls without a dress.  

Aemond smirks as Visenya helps push the top of her dress down, giving Aemond accuse to her chest.  Aemond moves his head down and into the crook of Visenyas neck; the warmth of her skin is pleasant against his already warm face.  Visenya happily moves her hair over her shoulder and moves her head so Aemond has more room.  

If anyone were to walk into the room, they would see Aemond with his head buried in Visenyas neck while his fingers play with her nipple and group her breast.  Visenya's head back as she pulls Aemond closer to her body.  

“Qogralbar,” Visenya whimpers to herself, but that doesn’t satisfy Aemond.  

Fuck.

Aemond pulls his lips away from Visenya, admiring the already red marks on her red that match the previous marks he had inflicted on her neck the day prior.  What makes Aemond's breeches tighter is that Visenya never seems to cover them up, not with her clothes or hair.  That she wears them with pride, and when those lords look at her, they know that he is the one that just to fuck her and make her feel pleasure, not them.  

Visenya lets out a noise of displeasure as Aemond removes his hands from her breast and takes a step away.  Tits out and a pout on her lips, his eyes flicker between the scar on her lip that matches his and her chest.   

“Fuck what?” Aemond asks, teasing Visenya.    “Want me to fuck your mouth or your cunt? Or do you want me to fuck you with my tongue until you are shaking and begging for my cock,”

“Now, who is the one with the wicked tongue?” Visenya asks as she tries to grip Aemond's jacket to pull him back to her.  

Visenya pulls Aemond down to her level and captures his lips with hers, a kiss full of need and Aemond gently pushes Visenya to lie against the somewhat empty table.  His hands move to his hands to her hips. She is just resting on the table, and Visenya wraps her legs around his waist, pulling Aemond closer to where she needs him.  

Aemond lets go of Visenya's hips and grabs onto her wrists, moving to pin them beside her head but careful enough not to hurt her.  Aemond pulls away from the kiss, but Visenya tries to kiss him again.  

“Ao gīmigon Avy jorrāelan, paktot?” Aemond asks, and Visenya laughs slightly as she rests her head on the table.  

You know I love you, right?

“Nyke gīmigon,” Visenya answers as she kisses Aemond again, smiling against his lips. “Avy jorrāelan tolī,”

I know.  I love you too.  

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[alexanderwesker]

for the ask game: 🍓🍒 🍑🍍🍈🍇 :]

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

I think it is Pro Patria Mori, a lot of work went into that fic, into writing the War for L'Manberg as realistic as possible and it didn't feel like people liked it all that much.

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Oh, this is a though one. I'd say I like writing Siblings mostly, or flawed Parent/Child relationships.

But I also enjoy writing Enemies that have a long history behind them.

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Since I have two absolutely favourite characters I'm gonna do it for them both.

Wilbur Soot reminds me of General 'Frost' from the Italian book 'The General Over the Hill' that I had to read for school. There is just something about how both of them get seen as bigger then life by their soldiers while they are just two poor men trying to do the best they can with the shit hand destiny has given them. And also the fact that both of their humanity gets lost behind their action to the point that, for example, General 'Frost' gets only called with his nickname after chapter one of the book. While Wilbur constantly gets little nicknames from the fandom that make his circumstances part of him (think L'Manbur, Pogbur, Vilbur, Revivedbur)

As for Quackity he reminds me of the protagonist of a Latin tragedy I had to read for school once, because both Quackity and said character fought so much for what they believed in that it ended up corrupting their ideals, in the Roman story that was used to show how excesses end up destroying even the most virtuous of men, and I think that that also kind of fits with Quackity, for he went from the Law Enforcer to a man that would kill on a whim if he feels what it's his or himself to be threatened.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Ohhh, that's a difficult choice right there. There are so many AUs that I like, though I would say maybe the ones I like the most are the ones that alter the story, leaving it still in it's original setting.

I have beef with College and High School AUs not for any particular reason, just I don't understand why people like to write about things set in schools so much.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Again I have two blorbos, Wilbur and Quackity, that are like my favourite in absolute and I have so much to say about them.

Though most of the headcanons that show a lot in my fics a out them are my own so I don't know if that qualifies for the question.

But if I had to pinpoint one that I'm ready to fight for is my idea that: Wilbur was not evil, nor was he a miserable nobody unable to do anything but depress about(yes I'm referring to all those people that go so far into trying to apologize for Wilbur's actions in the story so far so to remove him the agency of his own actions), he was a very troubled man, and even if he did terrible things , all of it came from a place in which his enemies had put him to. From the place of desperation he fell into. And I will fight till my last breath to defend his character from being reduced to either a 2d Villain, or a pathetic rag of a man with no agency over his own actions.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Las Nevadas, L'Manberg and Pogtopia, I loved those arcs and I have so much to write about them.

Thank you for the ask

[alyjojo]

Family Ties 🪢 - November 2022 - Pisces

Overall Energy: Page of Wands

You could be popping off at family members that haven’t had enough interest in your life, and if so it’s 100% justified. Both parents mirror your energy in their cards. Your father has Justice, and your energy as a whole, they seem most concerned with you, over even themselves. Your mother has 8 Wands flipped, it could be her actions, or lack of, that you’re speaking on. She’s probably not around. Page of Wands is a happier card, though a little naive, possibly very young. If you’ve not spoken to some family, it’s the best thing for you. If you’ve taken passionate action in some inspired direction that’s caused problems, you’re being justified. Whatever the dynamics are here, Spirit is saying it’s other people that are the problem, not you 🙏

Mother: 8 Wands & 10 Wands rev

I’m getting that Mom left, and again that it’s not your fault, that message is being pushed. She could have Sagittarius in her chart. Being tied down was never her thing, at least not where she is/was in her life at the time. She felt trapped. 2 Cups and 4 Wands here shows she was in love, and had stable relationships, and a happy home. Maybe that wasn’t enough. The Devil can be any number of toxic elements at play, but more than anything it is a card of restriction and feeling stuck. Having Sagittarius cards here would make sense to show she’s a free bird you can’t cage (in her mind). Marriage & home life wasn’t for her, there was some toxic element at play, she saw this as a burden that needed to be released, ended, and moved away from. 888 is here, twice with her and once with you, it could mean something where she is concerned. Her loss? You & Dad both have Justice on your side, at least…so far.

Father: Queen of Cups & The Moon

This Queen of Cups feels like you, The Moon card is also Pisces, and rules Cancer, which is also here with this Queen. This doesn’t feel like his energy at all, as far as this reading is concerned he is submerged in you, your feelings, your confusion, and your heartbreak. He has a lot of fear and worry that you’ll receive Justice for your broken heart, obviously he wants the very best for you. Queen of Cups is a very loving, giving, and nurturing person, and he may be this for you. He knows you deserve answers and possibly fears giving those to you. The Moon can also be confusion, he may not know how to explain the things you need answers to, but he knows you deserve them. 10 Swords is very heavy, betrayal, feeling stabbed in the back. You could share this feeling together.

Siblings: Queen of Pentacles & Ace of Cups

Your sibling seems to have a much closer relationship with your grandparents, and could be living with them. Usually I go row by row but having pulled Queen & King together, and they’re all working together. I only see three, both grandparents & your sibling, I’m not sure where you fit in with all of this, or maybe you’re just closer with Dad. They got a new start when it came your grandparents, and they’re being helped financially too, it’s also possible they’re with them because it relates to work, maybe they’re closer to work. Taurus & Capricorn energy in both rows here, these are people that are more financially & practical minded, what’s here in front of us, what you can see, touch, and control. You & Dad are more watery emotions, and you also share fiery passion for action with Mom, but not so much in common with this group. I don’t see bad relationships, just different interests. For some, can also be showing there is no sibling, just you & your grandparents, in which case there’s not much relationship with Dad either…it may be him you’re coming back around to question.

Grandparents: 2 Wands & King of Pentacles

Your grandparents are focused on work, career & finances, making sure you and/or your sibling succeed and are able to take care of yourselves. Because they won’t be around forever 😓 They’re helping plan for the future, though they might not be the most emotional sort, they show their love with responsible action & practical things. Materially. They could buy you stuff. 3 Pentacles shows you all working together as a team, they’re raising you into a responsible adult. Or your sibling. They probably have money, possibly a business, and they’re focus is on showing you/them the ropes of how life works, after childhood. Security takes top priority for them.

Spiritual Ancestors: 7 Swords rev, 6 Cups & 10 Pentacles

This is a message that you need to come clean and be completely transparent about the past with your family. Page of Wands is messages of passion above all. Probably because no one has talked about the skeletons, no one is open and honest about things. You’re the one that’s supposed to blow the closet door open. The Emperor rev & 10 Wands clarifies. 10 Wands was what your mother was releasing, heavy burdens she had carried for some time. You could be talking to her or anyone else about those. The Emperor rev is someone that abuses their power and authority, a controlling and dominating person…not a good energy. I’m assuming that would be your father. Mom has The Devil on her side, which can be abuse, substances, a bad situation is what she left. It seems the Justice Dad expects is having to be held accountable by you, because he knows there are things left unsaid, and 10 Swords is heavy..betrayal, pain. I’m not sure when you’re doing this, or maybe you already have, but it’s almost your job, purpose, destiny?? to do so. Some of us have whole astrology charts dedicated to breaking the toxic cycles in our families, you could have heavy 4th House/Moon/Saturn placements. Everything you say & do is Justice for the inaction and lack of messages of/from others, and 10 Pentacles isn’t one person, it’s the whoooole family 😌 You want to confront them, and you should. Just be honest.

[gathersroses]

‘✩’ action and rhonda

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice? action. who threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of them. who actually keeps their word and leaves? oh gosh, again neither of them. who trashes the house? part of me says action would? do either of them get physical? never to each other. how often do they argue/disagree? surprisingly, not a ton. who is the first to apologize? rhonda.

SEX.

who is on top? action. who is on the bottom? rhonda. who has the strangest desires? ....maybe rhonda to everyone's surprise. any kinks? possibly. who’s dominant in bed? action. is head ever in the equation? if so, who is better at performing it? nah. ever had sex in public? rhonda would never. who moans the most? rhonda. who leaves the most marks? action. who screams the loudest? nope. who is the more experienced of the two? i doubt either of them are super experienced? do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? why not both sometimes. rough or soft? soft. how long do they usually last? a good few minutes. is protection used? i sure hope so. does it ever get boring? nah. where is the strangest place they’d have sex? i can't imagine them going anywhere too intense? rhonda likes her privacy.

FAMILY.

do your muses plan on having children/or have children? oh gosh, no. they didn't even realize they were dating. if so, how many children do your muses want/have? n/a. who is the favorite parent? rhonda. who is the authoritative parent? action. who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? rhonda. who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? both of them tbh. who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? RHONDA. who goes to parent teacher interviews? rhonda. action isn't allowed to go to them anymore. who changes the diapers? rhonda. who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? rhonda. who spends the most time with the children? rhonda. who packs their lunch boxes? rhonda. who gives their children ‘the talk’? rhonda. who cleans up after the kids? rhonda. who worries the most? rhonda. who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? action.

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle? both of them. who is the little spoon? rhonda. who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? action. who struggles to keep their hands to themself? both of them, but especially action. how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? a good few hours honestly. rhonda can go for as long as action feels like. who gives the most kisses? rhonda is the type of girl who will cover her boyfriend's face in lipstick stains. what is their favorite non-sexual activity? dancing, walking around the neighborhood together, getting milkshakes. where is their favorite place to cuddle? i realize that they probably don't have a ton of options because rhonda's siblings are home a lot of the time so she can't take action home all the time to her place, but when they can, they would cuddle on the subway. they do more lowkey cuddles where rhonda puts her head on his shoulder and little touches like that. who is more likely to playfully grope the other? action. how often do they get time to themselves? they don't have a ton of time together? rhonda works and action hast to beat people up and be a delinquent but they take advantage of their time together when they can.

SLEEPING.

who snores? if both do, who snores the loudest? action lol. do they share a bed or sleep separately? if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? the closest they get to sharing a bed is when rhonda is having a bad day and locks herself inside and action sits on the other side of the door and they touch fingertips and fall asleep like that. who talks in their sleep? i could see either of them. what do they wear to bed? rhonda wears something like this. are either of your muses insomniacs? unless action is. can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? no. do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? if given the choice, i'm sure that they're tangled up in each other. who wakes up with bed hair? action. who wakes up first? they wake up at around the same time. who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? rhonda would prepare it for action. what is their favorite sleeping position? like i said, fingertips touching on other sides of the door. who hogs the sheets? rhonda. do they set an alarm each night? yes. can a television be found in their bedroom? too poor. who has nightmares? both of them :( who has ridiculous dreams? rhonda. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? rhonda. who makes the bed?  rhonda. what time is bed time?  whenever rhonda gets off of her shift. any routines/rituals before bed? aside from the typical 1950s beauty routine for rhonda, not too much? who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? action.

WORK.

who is the busiest? rhonda. who rakes in the highest income? ...uh they're both not rich. are any of your muses unemployed? ... who takes the most sick days? rhonda takes a few but they're more mental health days more than anything because she isn't doing very well. who is more likely to turn up late to work? maybe rhonda at times. who sucks up to their boss? neither. what are their jobs? rhonda is a waitress. action goes into the military. who stresses the most? probably rhonda? do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? it's just a job. are your muses financially stable? nope.

HOME.

who does the washing? rhonda. who takes out the trash? action. who does the ironing? rhonda. who does the cooking? rhonda. who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? action/ who is messier?  action. who leaves the toilet roll empty? action. who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? rhonda is guilty. who forgets to flush the toilet? nah. who is the prankster around the house? neither. who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? rhonda can't drive so? who mows the lawn? action. who answers the telephone? both of them. who does the vacuuming? rhonda. who does the groceries? rhonda. who takes the longest to shower? rhonda. who spends the most time in the bathroom? rhonda.

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem? yes. how many cars do they own? zero. do they own their home or do they rent? they would have to rent. do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? neither. do they live in the city or in the country?  city. do they enjoy their surroundings? the demolition are their surroundings so. what’s their song? seventeen from h.eathers what do they do when they’re away from each other? action does his jet things and gets dragged down to the police station. rhonda works. where did they first meet? at a little jet meetup. how did they first meet? they with both with the jets and kind of ended up talking since rhonda saw someone that could keep her safe in action and they fell for each other and didn't realize they were dating for a little while. who spends the most money when out shopping? rhonda, but they don't have much to spend. who’s more likely to flash their assets? neither. who finds it amusing when the other trips over? neither. any mental issues? HAHA who’s terrified of bugs? rhonda. who kills the spiders around the house? action. their favorite place? at a soda fountain, slipping shakes. who pays the bills? rhonda. do they have any fears for their future? yeah. :( rhonda worries. who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? rhonda would surprise action. who uses up all of the hot water?  i don't think either of them would? who’s the tallest? action. who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? oh, rhonda would. who wanders around in their underwear? action probably. who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? rhonda. what do they tease each other about? rhonda calls him nicknames all the time. who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither. do they have mutual friends? the jets and the girls. who crushed first?  i think it happened at about the same time. any alcohol or substance related problems? not really? who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? action. who swears the most? action.

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

[thewordswewrite]

Lonely Is Our Lives

Chapter 3 - Shout at the Devil

Pairing | Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

!!VERY IMPORTANT A/N!! | I want to preface this by saying I DO NOT condone Billy’s actions throughout the series. I DO NOT condone his violence or abuse, ESPECIALLY against Lucas but also including Max and the others. At the time season two came out in 2017, nearly FIVE years ago at the time I'm writing this, I was very angry and frustrated at the world, resentful of a younger sibling, and disconnected from the people around me so I kind of latched onto Billy as a character and what he represented. I absolutely DID NOT understand what his actions against Lucas truly meant and I DID NOT register it as the racism it was. Knowing what I know now I've decided to write a fic where Billy is able to let go of some of his anger and have someone there to check him and his actions in order to set him on a better path. I wrote this for me as a bit of a redemption fic for both of us.

Playlist | Link | Chapter Three: Songs 9-12

Story Summary | One fateful 1983 night you narrowly escape death on Steve Harrington’s property while Barbara Holland is presumed dead. Left jaded and angry, you carry on towards your senior year in a haze of sex, drugs, and alcohol just to get through the day. But, when Billy Hargrove moves to Hawkins, Indiana during the fall of 1984 things get worse before they get better.

Chapter Summary | Your shift turns interesting when a certain someone shows up and you have a surprisingly serious talk. The week seemed like it was going to be uneventful but late Saturday night things begin to take a turn.

Story Warnings | explicit language, angst, abusive parents, smut 18+ minors DNI, heavy drug and alcohol usage, alcohol/drug abuse, implied physical abuse, injuries,

W/C | 3.8k

Taglist | @youcantbesirius , @xronniexo , @zzokks , @marihoneywk​ ,  @darlingjae ​

A/N | Honestly I was putting off writing this cause Saph leaves for college this week and I was sad and spending all my time with her but I finished it kinda fast once I started lol. I’m not leaving for school until September and now I have to be here all alone ;( Also Dacre has a poetry book apparently? -Smoe

|Masterlist|  |Chapter One|  |Chapter Two|  |Chapter Four|  |Chapter Five|

You stared absently out the windshield of your parked car as you smoked. You’d caved and bought another pack of Djarum Specials on your way to work, much to your annoyance. You tried to be on time today and you’d left with just enough time to step through the doors exactly as your shift started but, when you’d passed the gas station on main street, you couldn't help but pull in and pick yourself up a pack.

You felt bad for making Robin, your shift partner, run the store by herself while you sat and puffed your bad mood away. She was just a year younger than you but her generally shy demeanor made her feel far younger. You’d gotten close over the months you worked together and could confidently say you’d become friends. The occasional head nod in the hallways and stray rides home were all that occurred outside the walls of Record Time and though your encounters rarely left your place of employment, you talked almost nonstop when at work. Whether it was about the newest album releases, or why she stared at Heather Holloway’s ass a little longer than necessary, you two wouldn't shut up.

You knew that once you stepped inside she’d give you an earful about being late so you gathered your senses and exited your car. As you pushed inside the shop, your ears were met with the low thrum of bass and cocked your eyebrow at Robin who sat disparagingly at the counter.

You huffed out a laugh. “The Beatles? Really?”

“Wow, how nice of you to show up,” She deadpanned.

“I’m fifteen minutes late, relax! And I’m guessing Heather was here?”

Robin’s eyes bugged out and she grumbled. “Would you keep your voice down please! And maybe I just like Oh! Darling, ever think of that?”

“Oh my god, no one is even in here!” You dropped your bag behind the counter before hopping on top of it and facing Robin. “And The Beatles are literally your ‘I’m in love and feel hopeless’ band so don’t try that with me.”

Robin stared you down defiantly but gave in when you shot her an unimpressed look. “Yeah, she was here.” She picked at her chipped black nails and sighed.

“I figured as much.”

Robin had finally admitted to you that she was a lesbian when you very bluntly asked her as much while you were closing up one night a few months ago. You’d seen her staring at a girl who had very curly brown hair and a wide smile and had been browsing the pop section for about ten minutes. When she’d finally come to the register and placed down a Madonna album, a red-faced Robin stuttered through almost the entire transaction.

When you asked her about it at the end of your shift, her eyes welled up with tears immediately and she begged you not to say anything. After a very long conversation, you’d gotten home almost an hour past your curfew and received a two-week grounding but when you dropped Robin off at her house and she gave you an awkward hug over your center console, you knew the punishment you got from your father was worth it. Since then, she’d stopped all the tepidness and became your favorite work buddy. A work buddy you loved to gossip with.

“Rob, I have had an interesting past few days.” You smiled tiredly at your coworker.

Robin looked up conspiratorially. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“So, there's this new kid and-” You were cut off by the jingle of the front door, annoyed at the interruption. You schooled your face into a customer-worthy smile and hopped down from the counter. “Welcome to Record Time, anything… speak of the devil.”

In front of you stood a gloomy-looking Billy and his sister who looked around the store eagerly. Seemingly spotting what she was searching for, Billy’s sister walked off, leaving the three of you alone.

“This the new kid?” Robin guessed from behind you.

Billy’s eyes flicked over to Robin and he shot her a flirty grin. “Billy Hargrove.”

Robin grimaced. “Pleasure.” You laughed when Billy’s smile dropped and Robin walked somewhere into the back to avoid the boy.

Billy raised his eyebrows in question and crossed his arms. “Talking about me?”

You matched his haughty attitude and stood, hip cocked out to one side. “Actually, I was before you so rudely interrupted.”

Billy looked ready to respond when a long-since familiar sound of a tape hitting the floor cut him off. Billy’s face immediately grew tight with anger and he balled up his fists. “Hey, shitbird, you’ve only got enough for one so you break it you buy it.”

“It’s no big deal, Hargrove.” You tried to cool the situation but his anger simply redirected itself to you.

“Stay the fuck out of this,” Billy took a threatening step towards his sister but you quickly walked around the counter and stood in his way. “Move.”

“How about we go outside, hm?” Your face was stony and your tone left no room for argument. “I need a smoke break anyway.”

Billy’s gaze shifted from where it was locked on the redhead down to you and finally, he looked away, the tension in the room easing slightly. “Fine.”

You called out to tell Robin you were taking ten while keeping yourself between Billy and his sister. You led him outside and pulled out your freshly purchased smokes. Billy eyed your choice of nicotine dubiously and you gave him a dirty look.

“No wonder you smell like that all the time,” He commented, his words fogging around him in the chilled November air.

“Like what?” You asked, a challenging lilt to your voice as you burned a cigarette.

You waited as Billy took a puff of one of his Reds and smirked at you, “Like Christmas.”

A pang of sadness hit your heart and memories of your childhood flashed in your head. You closed your eyes and smiled dejectedly, leaning your weight against the building. “My mom loved Christmas.”

You couldn’t tell if it was seconds or minutes that went by but when Billy finally spoke your hands felt like ice and your shoulder had gone stiff with the cold.

“I hate it here.”

“Me too.” You let yourself sink into a squat and looked up at where Billy was facing you and resting against the wall.

When he spoke again, his words lost the edge he so proudly paraded with, instead exchanging it for a tone inked with an unintentional sorrow. “California was perfect. This hick town can’t even compare.” Billy flicked his cigarette away and turned from you.

“Why’d you guys move?” You attempted to sound non-threatening as you let your fingers play with the fallen leaves on the ground. It wasn’t like you to push for details but something about Billy’s cold exterior was intriguing and, if you were being honest, a bit too close to home. You focused on where your fingers scraped against the hard concrete and not on how hollow you felt.

Billy’s voice was tight with hatred. “Neil wanted a fresh start with his brand new family.”

For a moment you stayed silent, contemplating your next words but decided it was worth it. “You should be nicer to her,” You suggested as you stood up.

“Who? Maxine?” he asked incredulously.

“If that’s your sister’s name then yes.” You saw him work his jaw and you tilted your head slightly.

Billy sneered, “She’s not my sister.”

You put your hands on your hips. “Don’t you think she might hate this too?” Your tone was a little patronizing but you couldn't help it. You knew selfish.

He shook his head, looking away. “It’s her fault we’re even here.”

Tutting, you kicked at his foot. “Is that really true, though?” Once again you heard the jingle of the entrance and looked as Maxine walked out of the store, already reaching into her plastic bag to retrieve her cassette. She stopped and glanced up at the two of you but quickly walked past and got into Billy’s car. “My house is still free Saturday.” You offered.

Billy’s tongue darted out and he licked his lips, eyes dark. “ Saturday,” He nodded.

~ ~ ~

The basketball game had been a disaster. The team had come out excited and ready to win but as the minutes ticked by the boys began to lose their coordination and were fumbling so badly that they were down twenty by the third quarter. Most of the team was angry by the end, shoving and baring their teeth at the loss. Billy took it the worst; he shouted and balled jerseys in his fists, nearly throwing Tommy H. to the floor when he made a snide comment.

You were quick to run up to Steve to comfort him after the team’s performance.

“Sorry about the game,” You smiled sympathetically.

Steve was rubbing the sweat out of his hair with a towel and shrugged. “It’s alright. I didn’t think we’d lose this bad but it’s whatever,” Steve took a swig of his water bottle and grabbed his bag. “We getting food?”

“Yeah, let me just talk to Billy for a sec,” You smiled wickedly at the horrified expression that comment earned you. You and Billy obviously weren’t close but you still wanted to try and comfort him about losing.

“Please do not talk to me about him. I’ll meet you at KFC.” He shoved you lightly and walked out the gym entrance.

Looking around, you tried to spot a head of dirty blonde curls but were left practically spinning in circles. You caught a glance of Tommy still packing his things and figured he would know.

“Tom!” You called out and the freckled boy looked up. “You seen Billy?”

Tommy’s face morphed into a scowl and he continued to pack up his belongings. “He left as soon as he was done bitching at all of us for losing.”

“Thanks anyway,” You shrugged, leaving to meet Steve.

It was annoying that he’d left without even acknowledging you but now it was nearing ten and you weren't even sure Billy was going to show at all. You stood on the cold tile of your kitchen floor and turned on the stove in preparation for your dinner. Since your hookup plans had fallen through, you decided a box of Kraft mac and cheese would have to be your company for the night. Huffing in boredom, you grabbed a stool from the island and dragged it over in front of the stove so you could quite literally watch water boil. You sat there and let your feet dangle and thump against the leg of the stool in rhythm while steam began to rise above the pot.

The house was uncommonly quiet with your father away; the TV was off and there was no yelling about everything you’d done wrong that day. Your father took weekly trips up to Chicago to get supplies for the auto shop as he was unwilling to pay the additional delivery fee. This meant that the weekend was the only time you had to yourself. You’d given your Saturday to Billy and he hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Finally, as you watched with glassy, unfocused eyes, the water began to boil and you ripped into the cardboard of the box, took out the cheese packet, and poured the uncooked pasta into the water. Just as you finished setting the timer, a knock at the door startled you. Glancing at the stove clock, you saw a flashing nine fifty-three and rolled your eyes. Billy would show up this late for a screw. You unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door to reveal an abused-looking Billy who refused to meet your eyes.

“What the fuck happened to you?” You blurted, unable to control your curiosity.

Billy huffed and pushed past you into the house. “You got a bathroom?”

You looked at him concerned but pointed to the first door down the hall and watched as he walked inside, the sound of the sink following after him. You hesitated to step forward before finally committing and following Billy into the bathroom. You stood, hip against the doorframe, and resolved yourself to not tiptoe around the situation.

“Who’d you piss off?” Billy was attempting to clean the gash on his cheek but hesitated at your question.

He took a second to glance at you in the mirror but quickly looked away and continued to dab at his face. “ You’re the one who told me to ask Steve where you lived.”

“Steve has never once won a fight and you look like you lost,” You pulled an unimpressed face and sighed. “It’s okay that you lost just-”

“Leave it alone,” He warned, eyes fiery, but you reached towards him anyway.

“Give me that.” You snatched the bloody washcloth out of his hand as he turned around to face you but, before he had the chance to move, you stepped forward and trapped him against the sink. Billy could’ve easily gotten out from where your hips held his against the ceramic counter but he let you hold him there.

Slowly, you ascended onto your toes and reached past his shoulder to open the mirror behind him. You reached farther and farther until your face was mere inches from Billy’s and when you chanced a look at his face, his eyes were already locked onto your own causing you to let out a harsh breath in surprise. When the air hit his neck, Billy shivered, goosebumps rising along his skin. You broke your gaze and grabbed the rubbing alcohol, leaning back on your heels and effectively granting Billy his personal space back.

“You better know what you’re doing,” He grumbled.

“Relax. I know how to clean a wound,” You reassured, pouring some of the liquid onto a clean portion of the cloth. You took part in a stare-down as Billy leaned away from you and you raised your eyebrows at him in expectation. A few seconds elapsed until Billy conceded, letting himself sag and you to raise your hand to his face. You took his jaw in your unoccupied hand and turned his head to better reveal the cut to you before pressing the alcohol-soaked towel flat onto his cheek, nearly cupping it. Billy hissed at the contact and you smiled softly. “Sorry.”

Billy was uncharacteristically quiet as you searched the rest of his face for more injuries, from which you noticed a bruise blooming around one of his eyes as well as his throat. You took a step back from him and threw the soiled cloth into the sink. You knew how to make quick work of cuts by now since that fateful night at Steve’s, and deftly applied butterfly bandages across his cheek to hold it together in an attempt to avoid scaring. Though it wouldn't diminish his attractiveness, you were sure he wouldn’t want a reminder of the fight. Finishing up with his face, you grabbed his hands from where they hung limp and ran your fingers over the unblemished skin of his knuckles. He didn’t fight back.

“Billy, what happened? Who did this to-” Once again he cut you off but this time it was with the rough plushness of his lips as he kissed you.

His arm found itself around your back, holding your waist softly against him as he pressed into you while his other hand simultaneously fisted into your hair and urged you closer, the contrast of his actions almost confused you. Most of the time he was unnecessarily rough and crass, never letting anyone close to him but just then in the bathroom, he let you cradle his face and patch his wounds with little complaint. Now he let you take charge within the kiss while still keeping you right where he wanted you. It seemed the only time he knew the rules of give and take was during moments like these. Billy’s thumb was caressing your cheek softly as he bit your lip, and you moaned into his mouth. The moment was broken though when you suddenly heard the sizzling of water spilling over onto the stove, sending you to hurry into the kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You quickly moved the pot off the burner and turned down the flame. The pasta was essentially mush and water, now sitting in small puddles around your stove. You ran a ragged hand into your hair and groaned.

Billy had exited the bathroom and walked up behind you with a towel. “How about you leave this to soak up and we go to your room?”

You went to shoot him an annoyed look but when you caught sight of his flushed appearance,  you couldn’t help but smile. You haphazardly used the towel to soak up as much water as possible and quickly grab Billy’s hand to lead him upstairs.

The journey was short and you soon found yourself underneath Billy on your bed as he kissed you. He held himself above you with his forearms so your mouth was never too far from his own. As you kissed, your fingers scrambled down to your sweatpants and undid the knot at the top in order to slide them down. Once you had them down and off your body, you moved to the button and zipper of Billy’s jeans. As you pushed them over his ass, Billy trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His hand found its way under your shirt and began to tug it up to grant him better access to your chest.

Your hands shot up and grabbed his own to rip it away from your body. “No, leave my shirt on,” You ordered.

Billy looked confused, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth agape. “Why? I wanna see.”

You stared at him, helpless until you devised a challenge. “I'll tell you… if you tell me who beat your face in.”

Billy shook his head and went back down to kiss you. “No deal,” he murmured against your mouth. He pulled his own shirt over his head and finished kicking his jeans off so you were both staring back at each other, him clad in nothing but underwear and you in your shirt.

With both hands, Billy found the elastic of your underwear and shimmied them down your sides until they were off and discarded to the floor. You let your legs drop open as his fingers ran along your core and slowly dipped inside. The stretch was nothing, but the way he curled his fingers had your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. His thumb simultaneously circled your clit and he captured your mouth in a kiss, licking into it as he got you off with his fingers. Your pleasure climbed and you felt your nails dig into Billy’s back as his fingers kept a swift pace.

“Billy, please, ” You begged as you chased your orgasm.

Billy’s fingers slowed, much to your annoyance, and your eyes flew open. “You close?” He purred in your ear and you nodded hastily. “I want to hear your voice, baby.”

“Yes! Please, Billy, I need you!” You nearly sobbed when he finally began to move faster and urged you on with whispered praise into your ear.

You came with a loud, broken moan, shuddering as you came down. You realized your fingers had been coiled into Billy’s curls until you let go, causing him to wince at the release of pressure. You inhaled deeply but barely had time to catch your breath before you heard the crinkle of condom foil. Soon after,  Billy was plunging his cock into you and holding your hips with a bruising grip.

With each sharp thrust, you zoned out in bliss to the sound of his skin slapping against your own. Unable to do more than grip at your sheets, you arched into him to try and find your sweet spot that would have you seeing stars, whining when you couldn’t find it.

“You feel so good for me,” Billy vocalized through stuttered moans. He grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder to get a better angle and when he did, you gasped. He was now relentlessly thrusting into you in a way that had you cumming on his cock in seconds.

Billy though wasn’t done and tears pricked at your eyes in ecstasy. He uncontrollably pumped into you until he himself was cumming as well. He pulled you to him and took your mouth in a kiss, all teeth and urgency while he came down from his own high.

When he finally let you go, your chest heaved in air and sweat cooled on your body, making you shiver and pull up the blankets. Billy bent over at the end of your bed and took his cigarettes out of his back pocket.

He was about to put them away when you cleared your throat. “Lemme bum one?”

“This gonna be a theme?” He chuckled and threw you the box along with his lighter.

“It will as long as you keep giving them to me,” You smiled with one of his smokes hanging off your lips and lit it.

You watched lazily as he dressed, searching around your floor for his previously discarded clothes and putting them on with deft hands. He stood in your mirror and fixed his hair, curling some of the pieces around his finger until they were back to their original ringlet shape.

“You want to be a little more gentle next time?” He gestured to his wild hair but you only laughed wickedly.

“You want to be a little more gentle next time?” You parroted back at him and he rolled his eyes, sighing at you. He stood awkwardly, fully clothed and watching you, which left you to break the silence. “I’ll walk you out.”

Billy nodded and you twisted yourself off the bed to stand on unsure legs, slowly walking over to him. He let you lead him downstairs and to the front door, stopping in front of it so that your eyes could once again scan over his injuries. You worried your lip between your teeth but decided to leave it alone for the night.

You opened the door and gestured outside with an open hand. “Well, it’s been lovely, California but I think this is where we say goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it before walking out. You locked the door behind him.

With a sigh, you looked at the evidence of your failed dinner scattered across the floor and remembered the bloody mess in your bathroom. What the fuck happened tonight?