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Whatever You Say, Merc (Carlos Oliveira x Reader) 18+

(I restarted my account, because I didn't realize I was on my secondary when I posted pffft)

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Concept: Reader is a member of S.T.A.R.S. and, unlike Jill, is skeptical of Carlos. The whole night she's made her feelings known, and Carlos is starting to get a little fed up...

Raccoon City was a crumbling wasteland at this point. Every hour that ticked by, made the idea of surviving the place seem more hopeless. Every body you stumbled past, increased the tension in your shoulders. Every one of those... things that leapt through a window wound you up like a toy. You had stepped over so much rubble and glass at this point, you could feel tiny pebbles in your shoes.

Currently, you were shadowing Jill, ready and alert in case Nemesis decided to make any surprise visits. That man... Carlos... was close to Jill, and you never took your eyes off of him. You hoped the man could feel your penetrating gaze burning into his back.

You studied the Umbrella patch on his shoulder, a feeling of disgust building up inside your stomach. Umbrella. You couldn't believe how effortlessly the man had convinced your partner to trust him. You two would be lucky, if the night didn't end with a bullet in your back. Though perhaps you could shoot the bastard, just before you bled out. At least take him with you.

However, the more steps you took, the more you questioned the man's intentions. It was just you and Jill... alone out here. Did he not trust his abilities enough to be able to take out both of you? Pathetic.

As you mumbled the word, your eyes locked with the man, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Your hand instinctively went to your gun, as you narrowed your eyes at him. You couldn't quite read the expression on his face. Had he known you were talking about him? You held his gaze determined not to falter.

You were unsure if Jill could notice you two staring each other down, but it didn't matter. You were silently letting the man know if it came down to it, you'd shoot him without any hesitation. That Jill's trust in him didn't at all extend to you.

His expression was somewhat unreadable, and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear his eyes lingered in certain areas of your body, studying it like a painting. The expression he wore was unreadable however, and as quickly as you thought about it, his roaming seemed to stop. Almost like it had never occurred to begin with.

You relaxed, after he rolled his eyes, his attention going back to Jill. You were pleased to know he looked away first. It instilled a sort of confidence in you.

As you walked through the wreckage of the area, it slowly started to waver. Part of you felt as if someone... something was watching your little group from afar. Eyes peering out of the darkness, creatures shifting in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

Though you supposed after walking through the city for so long, that was a normal feeling. You hadn't been alone at all that night. Not really. Those... things... were everywhere.

You exhaled slowly, shaking the feeling away.

Despite being in the subway tunnels, secluded, it didn't make you feel any safer. In fact, you felt more confined... more trapped, between the narrow walls. Without a map, you didn’t know the area fairly well, nor did you know which tunnels would lead deeper or out.

You were thankful… at least in that aspect to have the man act as some sort of guide. Despite this feeling, you knew better than to relax. Him knowing the tunnels, didn’t mean he was taking you to safety. He could be leading the pair right into a trap.

You took note of anything that stood out, in each hallway you passed. A slanted sign here, an overturned bench there, and a long crack along the concrete there. You counted your steps, silently keeping track of just how many it was since entering the area. How many you’d have to take if the worst came to happen and you and Jill had to turn back.

Jill is the first to speak... killing the silence.

"You're really not going to say anything at all?"

She didn't have to address you, you knew the statement was directed at you.

"Don't have much else to say, other than what's already been stated. So for the sake of everyone, I'll restrain myself."

"Yes, because you've been so charitable tonight," the man replied.

Jill exhaled loudly, shaking her head. Probably because she was already fed up with the clear issues that remained between the two of you. Undoubtedly she was regretting trying to get you and him to talk.

"You're still alive aren't you?" you snapped back.

"Oh how generous. I could say the same thing about you, princess."

"That's because you know Jill would put a bullet in your skull. You'd be stupid to attack one of us. Not when we’re both on high alert."

"If I didn’t know better, I'd take that as a compliment."

Jill groaned, shooting the both of you a glare, before shaking her head.

"Could the two of you please... just try not to tear into each other. There's enough of that happening already. At least, not until we get out of the city. Then you two can blow holes into each other all you want."

You said nothing, but pushed past the man, content to be back in silence. The idea of putting a few bullet holes in him gave you enough motivation to not even care that he had gotten the last word in. You felt the muscles in your back tense up a bit, the offer not necessarily relieving of the tension.

You were gripping your gun so tightly, your knuckles were growing pale, as you pressed forward. Jill and the Umbrella merc were filling the silence in their own way, speaking quietly to each other. Knowing Jill, you knew it wasn’t the childish gossip sometimes shared around the Police Department. You still strained your ears regardless, curious about what the two of them could even be talking about.

As you listened, your gaze once again raked over the man, almost subconsciously. You couldn’t help but take small notes. The way his black shirt clung tightly to his biceps, his green vest hugging against his back, the curve of his spine. How his pants seemed to somewhat hang off of him yet also cling-

You shook your head rolling your eyes at yourself. You didn’t care how good looking this man was, it changed nothing. The better looking something was usually alluded to just how dangerous they really were.

Unlike before, you hoped the man hadn’t noticed your gaze. You felt your cheeks flush, as embarrassment crept along your neck. You gulped quietly to yourself, darting your gaze anywhere but at the man. Reminding yourself of who he worked for. What people like him were capable of.

You focused once again, keeping your eyes from looking anywhere but at the man. You had gotten so distracted now, you’d lost count of your numbers. This of course, only made you more annoyed with the man that accompanied you. It was his fault. You turned to glare at him once more, but were shocked to find the man’s brown eyes already staring at you. Jill was still talking, not noticing that his attention was elsewhere.

His face held a smug look on it, and it was almost like the atmosphere changed. Your breath hitched in your throat, however, you didn’t dare look away. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of making you back down.

You simply returned his gaze with a special look of your own. Your shoulders tensed as your teeth ground together, your knuckles starting to hurt from the tightness of your fingers around the gun. What really got under your skin, was the smirk that graced his lips, after seeing your face.

How he turned his head away, even seemed like a slap to the face. Despite not being the one to back down, you still felt as if you had lost. You were thankful for the moment to be forgotten, as the tunnel erupted with a low growl.

You quickly turned, raising your gun. In a matter of seconds, the sound was met with the all too familiar looming face of the tyrant. He was slowly making his way down the hall, easily spotting the three of you making your way around. He was unlike any other virus victim you’d ever seen before.

“Go! Go! Now!” Jill shouted, ushering you forward. The three of you began racing down the tunnel, not entirely sure where to go from here. The man took the lead, seeming certain of where to go.

Jill turned once or twice, to shoot the tyrant, which worked about as well as using your hands to chop down a tree. The thing pressed forward quicker, opening its mouth, as it let out an annoyed scream.

“STARS!”

The only thing it ever said. The creature’s voice was rough and gravely, making your insides squirm. If you guys didn’t come up with a plan soon, you’d be dead.

Before you could think more, the man is reaching a gate to your right. He presses a button, as it loudly shakes to life, lifting up. You press through, knowing that the gate wasn’t going to contain the Tyrant. Jill seemed well aware of this fact too, glancing around before making a split second decision.

“You guys move ahead, I’ll distract it and meet up with you on the train,” she explained, quickly rolling under the gate as it came to a close. The button on the other side.

“Jill, are you crazy!” you screamed in protest.

“Get back here!” the man shouted back.

You rolled your eyes, watching as Jill called out to the tyrant. Your attempts at getting the girl to come back were futile, and as the Nemesis approached, the man started pulling you back.

“We have to go.”

You glared at him, but didn’t argue, rushing in the opposite direction that Jill had gone. You knew Jill was a strong member, but even she had her limits. If anything happened to her, you were definitely going to kill the man beside you.

After what felt like forever, you and the man finally reached a spot that brought you relief. The train. It would only be a matter of time until Jill was reunited with you. That feeling was quickly shattered, once you were reminded of the merc she had left you with. You didn’t dare glance in his direction, making your way on the train.

You froze, after discovering it was empty, half expecting to feel a gun press into the back of your head. He planned this, he had to have. He wanted to separate you and Jill. You weren’t going to back down without a fight.

“You just let her go off like that, this is what you wanted the whole time wasn’t it? I bet you lured us down here, knowing no one was going to be here. You knew you wouldn’t be able to bring us both down on your own.”

The man scrunched his nose up in response, closing the train door. You could see his shoulders tighten, confusion clouding his eyes.

“Oh jesus… you’re still on about that. Look, whatever personal qualm you have with Umbrella has got nothing to do with me okay? I don’t know what you think you know about-”

You cut him off before he could finish, scoffing, as you shook your head. This man was unbelievable right now. Either he thought he could manipulate you, the way Umbrella loved to do with the general public, or he truly had no clue who he was working for. Both answers made your insides shake.

“What I think I know? How much do you actually know about your company? Do you even know what Umbrella does?”

“Do you?” he challenged.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, gesturing to the city.

“This! This is what Umbrella does, they create chaos and use idiots like you to clean up their mess.”

“Umbrella is trying to do good work, our special forces haven’t done any different than what you STARS have been doing.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Don’t ever compare me to you. You’re just like that thing out there. I bet there’s a number of STARS member’s blood on your hands. Unlike you I have honor and I know what I’m fighting for.”

You weren’t sure what part of what you’d said set him off. Perhaps it was putting yourself on a pedestal. Perhaps it was blaming him for the death of others. Or even questioning his honor. It could be that after hearing so many of your snarky remarks and threats, he was finally sick of it. Whatever the reason, he was now by you in a matter of seconds, pinning you between himself and the train.

A dark look crossed his eyes, but you didn’t dare back down, holding that same glare.

“I have tried so hard with you… But you’re really getting on my last nerves,” he growled.

“Right back at you merc.” you quipped back.

“That’s not even what we are, I have a name you know.”

“I’m just calling you how Umbrella sees you. Someone they pay to clean up their messes, an unnamed nobody. An expendable hired gun. A Merc.”

You were unsure why, but the nickname seemed to really get under his skin. His hands pressed tighter against the train, blocking you in, and his lips were pulled into a straight line, teeth gritting into each other.

“Quite it,” he demanded. His eyes unveiled so much more than the two words, almost threateningly.

“Make me.”

You were startled at how those words seemed to affect him. The air in the room suddenly felt unbearably hot, and you felt small and weak under his gaze. You were startled, when you felt his knee press up between your thighs.

Suddenly the coolness from the train against your clothed back, felt too cool. His body is so close to yours it sets off a fire inside of you. Your feet, which had been so firmly planted before, were starting to slip, your knees wobbling. It was very clear the energy in the small contained area had shifted.

After not seeing you resist or pull away he continued, his left hand moving from the train to your shoulder, gently brushing to your back.

“I knew I wasn’t losing my mind back there,” he whispered, wearing a devious grin.

Slowly his hand continued, moving down. The only thing keeping it away from your skin was the jacket you wore. The tips of his fingers brushing along your spine sent chills throughout your body. You were thankful for the man’s knee, certain without it and the help of the train you’d have fallen over from his touch.

“You were checking me out. Is that what this is really about? You can’t stand the fact that you’ve got the hots for someone like me.”

As he spoke, his face came closer to yours, his lips just ghosting above your neck. You closed your eyes in anticipation, your heart racing. You chewed your bottom lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction. It didn’t matter though. You didn’t have to reply for him to get his answer. He already knew.

You were instantly filled with disappointment, after no longer feeling his breath on your neck. When you opened your eyes, his hand had stopped on the small of your back, and his face was now far away from your neck.

The merc stared at you smugly, carefully moving to your ear, his voice a low whisper.

“I have a name…”

“Merc,” you spat back defiantly.

You felt the pressure between your thighs slowly slip away, his hand returning to the train. It took everything in you not to let out a noise of protest, your knees shaking.

“Not the answer I was looking for,” he continued, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel his hot breath.

You glared back, certain he wanted this just as badly as you did. You held your ground, not wanting to give this man the satisfaction. Not willing to risk your already bruised pride, just from being turned on by this man.

His arms slowly dropped, as he started to back away, making your heart rate quicken. Such simple movements, made your thighs shake, a desperate voice screaming inside your head. Your skin was on fire, as he turned around. The opportunity was slipping away as quickly as it came.

“Carlos…” you whispered, not daring to meet his eye. Annoyed more than anything that he had won this little game.

He seemed to perk up, hearing his name, as he turned back towards you. The man’s hand didn’t return to your back, but he was back to trapping you between himself and the train. You only grew more annoyed with the smug look he wore on his face, as he slowly raised his leg once more. His knee didn’t quite brush along you, but it was close enough you were already starting to ache for him.

“You say something estrella? I don’t think I quite heard you,” he teased, his mouth returned to your neck. His lips didn’t touch the skin, but you could feel his breath once more, and you hated how desperate you were for it.

“Oh screw y- Oooh, ah,” you started, but let out a moan, as his knee brushed a little bit into you. Despite wearing pants, they did little to block the sensation. As quickly as the pressure was there, it was released.

“Carlos… Carlos…” you pleaded softly, stunned by your own reaction. This man had you in a chokehold, and it made your stomach churn. You couldn’t tell if you were angry with him or yourself, but you were feeling too good right now to even care. With everything he was doing, you were starting to question why you had hated the man to begin with.

“Oh? So now you know my name,” he teased, gently kissing along your neck. You threw your head back in response, letting out your own little noise. In a matter of seconds, he already had you so worked up.

“Fuck you,” you replied, though the aggression in your voice seemed to fade with each syllable, as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your skin.

“Mmm…” was all you could manage, surrendering completely to the man’s touch. Your hands carefully snaked around his neck, as he grabbed your thighs, pulling you up. You wrapped your legs around the man’s waist, startled when you felt something through his pants. It wasn’t its presence that made you gasp, more so its size.

“Working on it,” he replied in a cocky tone, as his hands made their way slowly up your back, reaching underneath your jacket and shirt.

His fingertips were hot against your cool skin, sending a flurry of emotions through your body. The smell of sweat and blood filled your nostrils, as his hair brushed along your nose. It was the perfect little mess, as your fingers moved up to pull through it.

He let out a little laugh against your skin, making a pleasurable noise of his own. You couldn’t help but feel satisfied, doing so again. This must be why he kept it so untamed.

You frowned, feeling the uncomfortable vest pressing against your chest. Carlos was already moving to another part of your neck, the place he had been kissing before starting to blossom a soft red.

As he slowly put you back down, pulling away, he made quick work to peel off your jacket, eyeing the tight fitting shirt underneath. Despite still being mostly clothed, it wasn’t hard to make out the curves of your body. Just studying your form seemed to drive the man mad.

You made quick work, fiddling with the straps on his vest, when he grabbed your hand gently, giving you a challenging look. There was a playful glint in his eye.

“Eager to see what’s underneath?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes at the man, dropping your hands to your side.

“If you’re not going to let me-”

You were cut off, as his hands grabbed your waist, once again pulling you close.

“You’re not in control here,” Carlos breathed against your neck.

Before you could protest, you felt his hand slip down the front of your pants, causing you to let out a little gasp. His kisses grew more aggressive, biting your skin a little, as he began trailing up to your jaw. With his free hand, he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. His aggression made your whole body shake, as you stared at him. Your heart was racing, and you were completely at this man’s mercy.

“Understand?” he asked, his lips slowly pulling away from your jaw so he could stare at you.

You nodded, unsure how to get the words out. Before you could, you felt his fingers gently pull your pants down, causing your legs to almost cave. He smiled at the sight, as he roughly pulled your pants off, pushing you against the train once again.

“Good girl…” he whispered, pressing himself between your thighs. Carefully he grabbed your hands, moving them to his vest. You two made quick work of the item, discarding it like your own garments.

With the vest gone, you studied the man’s torso. His shirt was so tight, you were certain it would resist being pulled off, but you removed it with ease. Once his shirt was gone, he attacked you again, with a bit more ferality, biting your shoulder.

As you let out a moan, he used the opportunity to move to your lips, pressing his tongue inside your mouth. Your stomach exploded from the movements, as the noise echoed in his mouth. You could feel his smirk against your lips, pressing against you roughly. You let out a slight groan of disappointment as he pulled away, his hands under your shirt.

At the noise he stopped, towering over you. You felt small compared to him, eyes scanning his face. Despite the fact that he didn’t wear any particular expression, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

He quickly pulled your shirt over your head, kissing along the top of your breasts. He let out an annoyed grunt, pulling your bra strap down your shoulder. You were surprised at the sound of a pop, as the strap snapped from his aggressive pulling. Either he was really strong or that was cheaply made.

Either way, the two of you didn’t linger on it, as he made quick work of the other one, throwing the garment beside him.

Once there was nothing blocking him from his prize, he attacked again, running his tongue along the sensitive parts. You moaned, your body taking the shape of his hands, as your hips bucked in response. Feeling his hot breath against your now exposed skin, made your whole body quiver. You could feel his smug smile against your skin, which made you pull his hair a little aggressively in response.

It was now his turn to let out a little noise, as he stopped what he was doing. Carlos let out a dark chuckle, his hands slowly slipping down to your hips.

“Oh you’re in for it…” he growled, quickly flipping your body so you were now staring at the train.

Before you could say anything, you felt his hand instantly slip back into your underwear. His fingertips gently brushed against you, touching just enough to garner the response he wanted. Your hips bucked into his hand, as you threw your head back into his bare chest.

He was pressing careful kisses and bites along your shoulder. His fingers are just barely entering you, moving in slow and broken movements. It left a desire burning, unfulfilled.

“Carlos…” you groaned in annoyance. The teasing was really starting to get old. “Either fuck me or move so I can-”

You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, as you felt two fingers ram inside of you, in fast curling motions. It makes your legs buckle, your hips shifting into his hand, trying to match his movements. As quickly as he’s picked up the speed, he stopped, his free hand roughly massaging your boob.

“What did I say?” he asks, biting down a little harder on your nipple.

You let out a slight whimper, mixed with a moan, as you feel his fingers moving once again. Despite the man having pretty large hands, they left something to be desired. The pressure of his body against your back was enough to make up for something lacking.

You hated how easily he managed to control you with just a few touches.

“Do your job then,” you snarled back in response.

Carlos quickly pulled his hand out of you, tearing your underwear off in a quick motion. He had pulled at the fabric with such ferocity, there was now a little hole in the side. You gasped, as he turned you around once again, not giving you much time to adjust.

Carlos’s body crashed into yours, as he covered your torso in rough kisses and bitemarks. He was taking his sweet time with you, trailing his tongue along certain parts of your skin. Sucking on just the right parts to give a groan here and a twitch there. When he pulled back, he gazed at your naked body for a moment, that same dark hunger from before lingering in his eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to see you like this all night,” he purred, hovering over you.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his pants by the belt loop, and pulling his waist closer to you. With his shirt off, your eyes raked his body. It was covered in a few bruises, probably from the events of all night. His chest was about as hairy as you’d expected, however as your gaze moved down it thinned out to a happy trail, hiding away in his pants.

“I’ve been wanting to shoot you all night, so I don’t think we had quite the same fantasies,” you remarked back.

Carlos quickly grabbed your hand, eyeing you. At first, you’re worried the comment upset him, however it only seemed to turn him on more. He held you in his gaze, pinning your arms above your head, as your back connected with the train once again.

“You sure about that… I think we have been, yours were just a little more aggressive than mine,” he breathed.

You scoffed, but did little, as he rendered you completely defenseless. You hated the smug look on his face, knowing you enjoyed every second of it. Knowing that you were going mad with the desire at the idea of being his little plaything. He was completely in control, and he knew it.

Carefully, he let go of your hands, slipping off his own belt and pants. He was moving at a painfully slow rate, causing you to tackle him and land on the seats on the other side.

Carlos was startled by your movements, letting out a little gasp, before replacing it with a quiet chuckle. You made quick work with his pants, while he laid under you, a curious look in his gaze.

“It’s about time you took the hint. I’d been waiting for you to pounce on me, since I noticed your lingering eyes back there in the tunnels.”

You rolled your eyes, not even giving him time to sit up, as you slid his boxers off too.

“I’m waiting for you to hurry up-”

You let out a startled gasp, as Carlos’s hands grabbed your ass, turning himself on top of you. Based on the glint in his eyes, he liked making you think you had a little bit of power, only to take it away as soon as you got comfortable.

Staring up at him in the dim light of the train, made your heart race. Despite being unable to make out every detail on his face, you could still see how he stared at you, ready to claim you as his own. His hands ran along your body, as he trailed kisses down your stomach. You wrapped your legs around his waist, never wanting him to leave.

The way your bodies responded to each other, sent a jolt through your veins. Your hands, tangling more into that mess of hair. His body was warm against your own, his movements feral.

Carlos slowly made his way back up, positioning himself just above you.

“When you’re not staring at me like you want me to die, you’re actually… beautiful.”

“Aww, and when I look at you as nothing but a warm body, you become a lot more bearable.”

You half expected him to say some smart ass comment, but instead your hips jerked a bit, as you felt him slowly start to ease into you. You let out a slight moan, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“I don’t think I’ve been rough enough with you, if you think you can talk to me like that.” he grumbled, his mouth once again finding itself by your ear, his breath gently grazing it.

Carlos gently rocked his hips into you, not quite going all the way in just yet. Looking at him, you couldn’t help but blush. While this absolutely wasn’t your first dalliance, this man was definitely the biggest you ever had.

His hand made its way to your thigh, lifting it to allow himself a better hold. You were growing impatient, aching for his touch. For him to completely wreck your insides. You ran your hands down his chest, staring up at him.

“What, what do you want?” he whispered seductively, no longer even moving in you. The look in his eyes told you he knew exactly what you wanted. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You smirked, an idea forming in your head. If he was going to get you all hot and bothered you were going to do the same.

Your fingers slowly curled into his hair, as you gave it a gentle tug, leaning forward. You kissed softly along his neck, a smirk forming on your lips.

“Don’t make me beg, merc.”

At the word, Carlos instantly grabbed your hands, pinning you down on the train seat. One hand held your arms above your head, as the other one snaked to your jaw, gripping it.

“You trying to piss me off?” he growled.

The tone made your temperature increase, as well as that pulsing between your thighs. This man was unlocking parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. Hell, just knowing that you two weren’t perfectly safe drove that desire further. Added to the pleasure of the experience.

“Depends what happens if you’re pissed-”

You were cut off, startled at how quickly he slammed into you, no longer gently easing in. It made your thighs clench around him, making your whole body squirm against him. The pain was fading, as you started to adjust to his size.

“You want to test my patience?” Carlos snarled, biting rather harshly on your neck. You were certain it’d leave a bruise.

“Me-”

You couldn’t even get the word out, as Carlos quickly pulled back, railing into you once again. Your hands tightened around his hair, as you let out another noise of discomfort, biting your lip.

“I’m going to fuck that word out of you

“I’m waiting,” you replied, startled when he stopped once again.

He was completely towering over you, his dark eyes narrowed. You knew exactly what he wanted. What he was thinking about. He said little else, instead pressing his lips rather aggressively against your own. Carlos’s tongue ran along your lips, forcing its way forward. You let out a slight gasp, as he bit down on your bottom lip, allowing him entrance.

Caught off guard by the kiss, he increased the speed in his thrusts, hitting you in all the right places. The sounds coming from your mouth seemed to echo in the train, as you raked your nails down his back.

The movement seemed to only act as a compliment to Carlos’s work, as he worked his way around inside you. With every hit, you had the breath knocked out of you, a sweaty whimpering mess underneath his large tan body.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss, his eyes penetrating your skin. It sent such a rush through you, almost as if you were being fucked twice. You loved how he grabbed your jaw, forcing your face to stare back at him. He was smirking once again, as he let out a dark chuckle that made you tingle all over. Carlos’s lips slowly made their way back down your neck, kissing across your chest.

“You might still call me merc, but I fucked that angry look off your face. After tonight, you won’t be able to look at me any other way, than how you’re looking now. Pleading, as your little body bounces beneath me. I wonder what else I can make you do for me…”

With each little bite, his lips caressing and moving to different sections of your skin, you grew cold and hot all over. His hips were becoming more eager, moving so fast, you were starting to see stars. Mixed with the pleasure of his lips all over his body, you could feel yourself starting to lose yourself.

As you threw your head bad, reaching just the right moment.

“Ahhh…,” you started moaning, moving your hips along with his rhythm. Desperate to feel his full length against you. “I’m… so…”

“Just scream my name. That one simple thing, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Simple thing. He knew what he was asking for. What it would mean to you. You had already moaned his name in pleasure once. He wanted you to submit to him completely. To show that you’d listen to his every command.

“Dick,” you muttered, unable to hold your glare, as your expression quickly twisted with pleasure.

The moment didn’t last long, his movements growing slow and sloppy.

“Come on, I know how desperately you want to. You’ve already marked me. Tell me, what I wanna hear,” Carlos replied in a playful tone, referring to the nail marks that ran down his back and the few bite marks along his body.

“Fuck…” you breathed, aggressively rubbing your hips into him.

He bucked against you gently, that same smug look on his face.

“Give me a reason to scream.”

Carlos seemed to perk up at the challenge, startling you. You had thought you’d experienced everything he had to offer, but the way his hips rolled against you made you let out a light moan in surprise. Your hands found their familiar spot along his back, as you scratched at him once again.

“Carlos! Mmm… please I… Fuck I need you.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, continuing to kiss all over your body. “How much?”

You pressed your now hot body against him, loving the feeling of his hands gripped firmly against your hips.

“Carlos I-”

You were cut off, as he picked up the pace once again, making everything tighten around him. You felt like you were being sent into overdrive, as your hips did a series of spasms in response, overcome with pure pleasure.

“Carlos!” you moaned out again, trailing your sleepy eyes to meet his. His head was also thrown back, as he let out his own series of pleasured noises, his eyes closed. You could feel him twitch inside of you.

You both were a panting mess, as he stopped moving, his body still completely pressed against you. Slowly, he pulled out, collapsing.

While laying on you, Carlos rested his chin on your abdomen, looking up at you. You were almost taken aback by the softness in his gaze. It was entirely different from the looks he had been giving you moments ago.

“What?” you finally asked, after sitting in silence.

He shook his head softly, pressing a soft kiss above your belly button.

“When we get out of here, we should get dinner,”

You let out a little laugh, kinda giving him a little yeah sure look, until you saw he wasn’t laughing.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.”

Carlos didn’t seem offended, only smiling in response. You liked how his eyes crinkled when he smiled. How his little nose twitched a little.

“We clearly work very well together.”

“You still work for Umbrella,” you scoffed.

“So?”

“So… it’s just a matter of time until we’re put on a mission where we’ll have to go against each other.”

Carlos was gently caressing your thigh, a devious smirk on his face.

“I like when we go against each other.”

“Caros, I’m serious.”

“I am to,” he protested, doing a horrible job at maintaining a straight face.

“Carlos!”

“See, you’re actually using my name now. That’s gotta mean something. Why shouldn’t we?”

“Our jobs!” you answered.

“We’ve already fucked, I’d say that more than already complicates the situation.”

“I’m not going to throw my life away for some casual affair. Don’t you have women from all over the country lining up for you?”

“None are near as fun as you,” he teased. “And a casual affair? You’re no longer calling me merc, which means you no longer see me as disposable.I don’t think that exactly counts as casual.”

“God, if I had known you’d be this needy, I wouldn’t have fucked you,” you groaned.

“Yeah you would’ve.”

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly, shaking your head.

“I’ll tell you what, Merc. We make it out of this city alive, and you happen to be in my area, you can buy me a coffee.”

You were surprised at the little smile that had slipped on his lips, tilting your head.

“That doesn’t mean anything else will come out of this.”

“Whatever you say princess,” he teased back.

You two were startled however, when you heard the train doors opening. Instantly you sat up embarrassed, trying to recall where the pieces of your clothing were. They had been carelessly scattered all around the train.

Carlos didn’t seem as urgent, only pouting, as you got off of you.

Of course, with your limited time, you were unable to get your clothes back on, as Jill popped her head in. Her eyes widened as she quickly looked away, seeing you two.

“Jesus, really you two? You couldn’t have waited until after we were safe out of the city. God, how could you be so reckless?”

You felt your cheeks flush at the lecture, however it was short lived, as Carlos gave your ass a soft pinch. You let out a quiet yelp, trying not to alert Jill, before turning to glare at him. He only smirked, handing you back the bra he had broken.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he purred against your ear, before slipping by and gathering his own clothes. Your heart raced, as you clutched the clothing, quickly redressing yourself. You were not going to hear the end of it from Jill.

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Totally Medical and Professional Knotting (dogboy! Leon Kennedy x doggirl! reader)

Blurb: Of course, Leon would absolutely dote on the older officer who happened to be the only other dogkin at RPD. And, of course, he'd be more than happy to help her 'get over' her heat when she runs out of her suppressants one day.

Warnings: smut (p in v), unprotected sex, omegaverse, breeding kink, knotting, workplace sex, dogboys/girls

A/N: I guess this is my own ‘take’ on omegaverse shit so dont come for me. Also 'dogkin' refers to dogboys/doggirls, thats just the term I've personally always used to describe them.

On his first day at the Raccoon City Police Department, Leon had fully been expecting to be the sole dogkin there. It wasn't like dogkin typically went into police work, nor were they really made welcome there. However, when he was introduced to you, the more senior officer whom he’d be shadowing, any anxieties about being bullied or rejected due to his species went out the window. You too were a dogkin, with a well-groomed, fluffy blonde tail and perked-up ears. Not to mention, canine features aside, you were certainly very pretty and gave Leon a sweet smile when the two of you were introduced.

“Nice to meet you, Leon.” You’d said, shaking his hand. Your voice sounded so warm and kind to him, and the mellow, floral scent of your perfume mixed with the natural pheromones omegas gave off was intoxicating to him. His tail had shyly wagged in response to you introducing yourself and telling him, in that gentle voice of yours, that he needn’t be afraid of asking ‘stupid’ questions because there was no such thing.

From that instant, the young rookie had been pretty much enamoured with you, following around (literally) like a lost puppy. Even when the two of you went out on patrol or to investigations and were under stress, you never lost your temper with him, never raised your voice. Other officers could be quite cruel to Leon, berating him for making mistakes, but never you. Even if you had criticism to give, it was always delivered in such a calm manner. Aside from being a fellow dogkin, you were also a good few years older than Leon, and had a slightly maternal nature towards him, which he didn’t mind at all.

All these factors, your kindness, your patience, your protectiveness over the rookie, and (of course) those plush curves of yours led Leon to develop a crush on you. When he got home after a shift, more often than not, he’d have another ‘task’ to deal with, though not one you knowingly set him. He’d rut into his hand, whining as he squeezed his knot, imagining how good it would be to claim you as his omega, give you however many litters of pups you wanted, and feel your slick coating his cock. He was aware that you were older and probably had many eager, more capable older alphas coming on to you, but somehow, Leon believed you’d pick him. After all, you hadn't been claimed yet, you hadn't had any pups yet (you’d disclosed this to him at one point), and you’d certainly complimented him enough times to indicate (in his eyes) that you were interested in him.

Leon was desperate to tell you, confess ALL of these feelings and desires to you, but he knew it was absolutely not professional to go up to his superior, who’d he’d known for just around two months now, and tell her he wanted to claim her as his omega, give her as many pups as she wanted, and take her out on a romantic date to that fancy restaurant she’d mentioned several times. He didn't want to risk losing his job or losing the respect you clearly had for him. There was lingering doubt in the back of his mind about whether or not he’d read those signals from you correctly. Maybe you were just doing your job and coaching the rookie, and there was nothing romantic or sexual about how you acted towards him. Leon desperately wished that wasn't the case and prayed that you’d make the first move. He was an alpha, sure, and technically it was his job to make the first move, but he wanted the all-clear from you before he made a fool of himself.

Luckily for Leon, that day did indeed come, just not in the way he expected.

The moment he set foot into the office the two of you shared, he could sense something was off. And then the scent hit him and he knew. Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, you’d got up from your desk, strode across the room, and slammed the door shut behind him.

“Leon-” You started, struggling to even speak when you were this close to him, the distinct heavy scent of a young alpha assaulting your senses. Deep in your belly, the cramps intensified in response to his scent. Sweat was already breaking out across your forehead and you felt another wave of nausea wash over you. You cursed yourself for not just taking the damn day off until your emergency suppressant prescription (hopefully) came in that afternoon.

Leon looked like he was about to say something so you raised your hand, silencing him in an instant.

“I am aware that you're aware of my current…state. However, I’ll have my medication by around three p.m., so we shan’t have to deal with this…issue for too long.” It took every ounce of your willpower to keep your shit together and stay professional and in control.

Leon was a very handsome young man at the best of times, and you certainly weren’t immune to his charm, as much as you tried to be for professionalism’s sake, but right now his good looks were not helping. He was perfect: young, very fertile (you could smell it so clearly that day), and had never claimed another omega. And God his scent! That musky masculine smell, indicative of a young alpha, mixed with his minty body wash. You felt your insides twist, your cunt growing even more slick as it prepared itself to be penetrated.

No , you told your reproductive system, not here and not now. We just have to wait until three, then it'll be fine. Just a few hours.

Already, in those few moments you'd paused to try and get a grip on yourself, Leon's expression and demeanour had changed. The look in his eyes was very clear, but you could tell he was holding back, desperately, as always, trying to be good. It’d be so easy for him to pounce on you, pin you down, and sort out your ‘current state’ (as you’d so politely termed it) himself. It’d be easy because you wouldn’t resist. At this point, you’d accept anything to make the nausea, cramps, dizziness, and the ever-rising temperature of your body go away.

Get a grip, for God’s sake! The last remnants of your rational, less-canine side mentally shook you by the shoulders, snapping you out of your daydreams. You cleared your throat.

"I can arrange for you to work under someone else for today. I don't want to hinder your ability to do your job or make you uncomfortable all because I forgot to refill my prescription." You continued, half-hoping he’d say yes, and you would be left alone to deal with your heat yourself. At least its intensity would lessen slightly if you weren't trapped in your small office with the literal embodiment of the ideal mate for your kind.

"N-no, it's fine. It'll be fine." Leon stuttered out, managing a watery smile as he dug his nails into his palms. He could feel his whole body getting warm, those familiar feelings of tension and arousal stirring in his lower regions as his body slowly descended into a rut. The two of you went to your desks on opposite sides of the small room, both willing yourselves to ignore the roar of your natural instincts and just focus on getting through the day.

***

The scent of your heat was like a miasma in your office, utterly inescapable and hanging thickly in the air. Leon could smell the slick wetting the crotch of your panties. Even with nothing to stimulate you, you were dripping already. He took note of how you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs, those delicious thick thighs pressing together in an effort to relieve some of that endless tension inside you as you read over case files. He also couldn't focus on the files he was supposed to review whilst the pair of you waited to be called out onto an investigation. All the words on the page just blurred together and his mind would instead entertain him with visions of you under him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pummelled into you, saying his name over and over, begging him to claim you as his own and give you litter after litter of pups.

It eventually got too much. Leon stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You didn't even turn to look up at him despite sensing his presence next to your desk. In your current state, which had already worsened, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that just looking at him would send you spiralling and make you lose the fragile self-control you had over yourself right then.

"Um...Officer?" He started, fidgeting with his fingers as he looked down at you. He noticed the way you were trembling, your tail swishing in frustration as you repeatedly shifted in your seat , unable to sit still.

Leon had to choose his words carefully here. The last thing he wanted to do was anger you, especially when you were so clearly on edge.

"I...please let me help you. You’re literally shaking, I…I know omegas can get really sick and pass out if they don’t get some relief during a heat. Especially if they’ve been on suppressants for a long time.”

The younger officer had obviously been doing research if he knew that the main danger of omegas using suppressants was that, if they suddenly stopped using them, they were at a higher risk of going into shock from the sudden onset of intense heat.

“And…I mean, I really like you, I’d be happy to help you. I don't want to see you suffering like you are right now.” He continued, stuttering and stumbling over his words as he essentially asked permission to fuck you.

Would it really be so bad to let him fuck you? Would it really be such a crime to let him do what he so obviously wanted so you could get some relief from the agonising combination of hot flushes, nausea, and constantly growing tension between your thighs?

The feral part of your brain, the part which was ruled by canine instincts, said yes. Leon was right, this was the sickest you’d felt during a heat since you’d started suppressants five years ago, and there were still another five hours at least until your prescription would maybe be ready to be picked up. Passing out or going into shock because of the intensity of your heat was the last thing you needed, especially as you knew the higher-ups at RPD would use it against you, declare you as unfit for your job, use it as an argument for why dogkin are ‘useless’ for the force to employ. At least if you got this heat over with now (even if that meant fucking the rookie who was under your charge), you wouldn't be passing out or going into shock. You could just get on with your work and still have a job by the end of your shift.

"Leon." You said finally, with a sigh, rubbing the sweat off your forehead. His floppy ears perked up and his tail gave the subtlest of movements. "Go lock the door."

You got up from your seat, wincing as more slick leaked out of you during the motion of getting up from your desk.

"You have to promise me, absolutely promise me , that you will pull out before you knot me. We're doing this just to get me through this heat so we can both focus on work and so I don’t get sick. Not to have a litter or signify that we are coupled now, understood?" Your tone was dead serious, almost cold, as you grasped the rookie by the shoulder to emphasise your point.

“This is a totally medical, professional arrangement. Nothing more. Do I make myself clear, Leon?”

Disappointed though he was that you weren’t inviting him to claim you, Leon nodded eagerly, his excitement coming out in his blonde tail swishing back and forth. Lifting his chin slightly with your fingers, you leant forward to kiss him. His lips stayed frozen against yours for a few seconds, confused and a little startled, before he reciprocated. The movement of his lips over yours was hesitant and sloppy. You wondered how many people he’d kissed before. Maybe only one or two, judging by his technique. It didn't matter though, because the feeling of his curious hands roaming over your well-starched uniform shirt, groping at the squishy flesh of your breasts before heading down to squeeze at your ass had you moaning into his mouth. Any touch at this point was welcome and brought about a taste of relief.

You could feel the firm press of his erection against you, even through the rough fabric of his slacks. It was hot and throbbed in time with his quickened heartbeat. At that point, you were very much aware you’d sent the poor young man into a rut, especially when he arched into your touch as you palmed him, whining and grinding himself against your hand. It’d be cruel to keep the poor young alpha waiting any longer, so you pulled back from him and hastily undid your slacks, yanking them and your panties down below your ass. Wasting no time, you bent over the desk, pressing your chest against the cool wood and arched your back, spreading your legs slightly, causing strings of slick to break between your thighs as you parted them. Your wonderfully fluffy and silky tail curled off to the side, which was the universal dogkin signal that an omega was ready to be mated with.

Leon froze for a few seconds, staring intensely at how you were presenting yourself to him, his eyes catching on your pink cunt, the plump lips glistening in the harsh light of the office. This was like something out of his fantasies, and he caught himself swelling with pride that you were presenting yourself to him. Not some other older, stronger alpha. Him. with jittery hands, he undid his belt, shucking his trousers and boxers down his thighs. Freed from the suffocating confines of his boxers, Leon’s length bobbed as he lined himself up, the tip shiny with the precum which was dribbling down the shaft. The flared head brushed against your lips as Leon tried to figure out what to do and where to put his hands. you moaned in response, pushing back against him, forcing the tip inside your deliciously hot and wet pussy. The young alpha shuddered in pleasure, placing his hands on the desk either side of you before rolling his hips, sinking his length into you, feeling your body eagerly accept him, sucking him in. The noise you made in response to this action was nothing short of pornographic; as you let out a long wail of pleasure.

Finally, instinct took over, and Leon began fucking you just as any young alpha who'd never claimed an omega before would: his thrusts were quick, short, and shallow, his nails digging into the desk as pounded into you. His breath was hot against the side of your face, his cock heavy and hard inside you as it stretched you out, driving in and out of you in an imperfect rhythm. In your current state, you couldn’t care less about technique. All you cared about was that delicious stretch, the feeling of being full, the sensation of him hitting up against that deep, soft part of your cunt that made you see stars. Already, the sickness of your heat had died down, instead being replaced with utter pleasure as your rational brain shut off and was replaced by the dumb canine one which only cared about being bred and having your hole stuffed with cum. You did, however, have enough sense left in your head and opted to cover your mouth with your hand, fearing that your salacious moans and whimpers would be heard by every member of staff currently in the building. Your efforts were in vain, as even if they didn't hear you, they'd probably hear Leon, who was making no effort to keep his voice down.

"P-please let me give you pups! I'd be so so good, such a good alpha for you." He whined in your ear, kissing and laving at your neck with his tongue, clearly desperate to mark you, to claim you as his own. There was nothing Leon wanted at that moment more than to breed you, make sure it's was his pups that filled your womb. His knot swelled in response to his desire, getting dangerously close to becoming stuck inside you already. You were so tight and wet around him, your body practically begging him to press himself all the way into you, to pound you until he came and filled your pretty little pussy up with seed. You were wet as anything too, the slick coating his thighs and balls, and your sloppy cunt made a distinct squelch with every roll of his hips.

You didn't answer his pleas, only giving a muffled moan when he rutted his head right up against the soft ring of your cervix. Already, the little bit of precum he’d released inside you had made your heat calm down to a far more tolerable level. However, it was now being replaced by another instinctual drive: to have your cunt filled until it overflowed, until you were well and truly bred, until there was zero chance of you not having a litter with Leon. Any thoughts or concerns about what getting pregnant would mean in terms of your career had vanished, as your canine brain had entirely taken over.

"Please!" He whined again, almost wailing as he continued to rut into you feverishly, desperately trying to bring himself to completion so he could shoot his seed into you before you could reject his proposal to get you pregnant and so claim you as his. He gave another pathetic moan as his pace increased, his lean hips desperately pumping, colliding with the fat of your ass. His hands moved from scratching up the wooden desk to gripping your hips to get more leverage to rail you even harder and (hopefully) manage to shove his knot into you before you could pull away from him and escape.

You let out another wail of utter pleasure, followed by whines and yelps as Leon kept on bullying his cock into you, the head thudding against your innermost point to an almost painful degree. You’d never been fucked like this before, not even by other alphas. Perhaps it was because you were actually in heat whilst having sex, which was something you’d never done before due to the risk of pregnancy and not finding an alpha you liked enough to want to do something so intimate with.

Giving in, you couldn't hold back any longer.

“L-Leon.” You panted out, turning your head slightly to look over your shoulder at him.

He was quite the sight; his face was flushed, his blonde hair dishevelled and slightly sweaty, sticking to his forehead, his eyes clouded with lust. You felt lucky to have snagged such a handsome younger alpha to be the one to claim you.

His gaze shifted from where his hands clutching onto your hips to your face.

“Yeah?” Leon’s response was breathless, as he didn't cease thrusting into you for a second.

“Just…take me. Please. I want…ah, fuck!” Clearly, what you were saying was going down well with the younger man as he didn't even let you finish, instead picking up his pace. No more words were needed from you.

You arched your back more, spreading your legs further apart so Leon could get even deeper into you. Taking the hint, he leaned over you, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders, and gripped the collar of your shirt in his mouth to ensure you didn't try to wiggle your way out from under him if you changed your mind. With two sharp rolls of his hips, he managed to shove his swollen knot inside you, causing you to cry out. He was so deep inside you, filling you to the brim, and the stretch of his knot inside you stung. You could feel it throbbing and pulsing with need.

With his cock now well and truly stuck inside you (with no hope of sliding out, not with how tightly your cunt was gripping into him and how engorged his knot was) Leon shifted his hips slightly, grinding them against your ass, trying to coax his climax to come. It didn't take much before he practically exploded inside you, his cock pulsing as spurt after spurt of his thick seed pumped into you, filling your womb with its warmth as he emptied his full balls into you. You groaned against the table, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you felt delicious relief wash over you, a deep primal satisfaction.

Leon let go of the collar of your shirt before mumbling in your ear as the last dribbles of his semen left his slit.

"M'gonna give you...ah...so many litters. As many as you want.”

He was feeling his own primal satisfaction of claiming an omega and, he hoped, fathering a litter of strong, healthy pups.

The pair of you stayed stuck in the same position, bent over your desk, Leon’s chest pressed against your shoulder blades as you both waited for Leon’s knot to shrink enough for you to be able to release yourself. In his post-coital bliss, Leon's tail wagged lazily, giving away his simple feelings of satisfaction and pleasure that he'd got to (hopefully) knock up and claim his superior as his omega. You knew it was highly likely that he had, considering that he was a young, healthy, virile dogkin and you were in the peak of an intense heat. Right now, as Leon hummed against your neck, kissing at it whilst his cum settled in your womb, the idea of having a litter (or two, maybe even three) didn't seem all that unattractive.

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city. tw: general yandere behaviour, stalking, harassment, ptsd, mentions of panic attacks, entrapment, delusional thinking, notes: Leon doesn't know Selia's name, nor does he care to; thus, she's referred to as 'your coworker'.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ aaa this took longer than i thought! i got caught up in things :( but no matter! there's going to be a poll coming out sometime tomorrow; please have such an enthusiastic response to this poll as you did the last one!! it will determine the fate of You and Leon!

things were going great.

♡ Leon had been walking you home almost every closing shift you had.

♡ you'd been inviting him over more often, and even though you were having him in your bed anymore, this was just as good.

♡ he kept on trying to show just how good of a boyfriend he could be.

♡ he'd try anything for you, even stuff he sucked at.

♡ cooking? sure, he burned it every time (or had some other strange disaster), but he'd pay for something even better that he knew you'd like.

♡ every time, it was like he was jumping up and down, waving his arms; look, look! he was a provider! he could support you! you wouldn't even have to leave your house!

♡ flowers? for sure! he'd get the stuff that florists would point his way, and granted, it was probably a racket for him to spend money, but he didn't mind.

♡ cleaning? for sure! that's one thing he actually enjoyed doing, and he'd get it done in record time.

♡ he tried absolutely everything.

but that perfection couldn't last forever.

♡ your coworker got jealous.

♡ he never really liked her. she seemed too snotty and a bad influence on you, even if she made you laugh.

♡ Leon knew you were perfect. he knew others would want you.

♡ why was he so naïve to think that would never happen?

♡ but then the worst possible outcome began happening.

♡ you started pulling away.

♡ he knew you weren't doing it on purpose! you weren't doing it to break his heart!

♡ he knew it was that nasty, jealous, vindictive bitch was behind it.

♡ when he would come in, she'd lie about where you were or whether or not you'd came in. and he'd know she was lying because he saw you clock in!

♡ she'd say you were in trouble for something, but he knew you weren't because you were never in trouble.

♡ he'd leave, because how would he be able to work around that he knew?

♡ he, at very least, knew you had been working in the back more often, and he just knew it was your coworker hiding you away.

♡ he was bitter.

♡ never at you, of course. you were perfectly innocent in this entire situation.

♡ but your coworker?

♡ she needed to go. stat.

♡ he, truthfully, was ashamed how quickly he was ready to resort to dirty tactics.

♡ but he didn't start this war. he was just going to finish it.

♡ Leon started trying to intercept moments that your coworker would insert herself into.

♡ but he was foiled, every time.

♡ power conveniently went out in your building? he'd go rushing to your door, only to find you giggling at something your coworker was saying.

♡ you were closing tonight? he'd cut his workout short and haul ass to the bakery, only to find your coworker opening the door, shooting him a shit-eating grin.

♡ after the heavenly dream he was walking with you before, this was a downright nightmare.

♡ he couldn't feel you anymore, see you smile at him, or even stand nearby.

♡ he had nothing.

unfortunately, this also meant he had nothing to lose.

♡ he went from 'strange and unusual punishment' to 'illegal tactics used against journalists' in a heartbeat.

♡ he began editing faux police reports directed at your coworker. theft? robbery? harassment? assault? it had it all.

♡ STRATCOM resources were unparalleled.

♡ his plan was to slowly release the information to the owner of the bakery, steal some cash (which would appear conveniently in your apartment for your benefit), and the rest would write itself.

♡ she'd be out of your life, out of the way, and he'd be able to get right back on track.

♡ but then he had a terrible realisation.

♡ your coworker was still your friend, after all.

♡ a vision of your pretty eyes filled with tears came to him, and he (reluctantly) realised he would have to avoid the nuclear option. for now.

♡ he knew, then, what he had to do.

♡ he had to talk to you. one on one.

♡ the idea of talking to you after so long was thrilling, to say the least.

♡ he thought of every possible outcome he could.

♡ if you thought he was going to hurt you (he'd never!!) and you tried to bolt to the door, then he'd have to figure out how to block it.

♡ he'd have to ask you to let him in first, but would you really? maybe it'd be better to get in with the spare key again.

♡ he couldn't mess up his speech either, so he'd bring flashcards. he always found them helpful back in the police academy.

♡ he'd get dinner, he'd clean up the place, get candles, flowers!

♡ he'd go the whole nine yards to try and convince you that he was worth having in your life.

♡ he didn't want to wear a suit, in case things got complicated (what if you tried something crazy like diving out the window?!), but he still wanted to look nice, so he defaulted to a black turtleneck and some nice pants.

♡ if he was lucky, it would look just like you had an apologetic husband. give or take a couple of weights to block the door off of with.

♡ it only took two days to get everything ready.

♡ you had walked yourself home (you were so brave, he loved that), and when you walked into your apartment, you didn't even notice him in the kitchen.

♡ were you just that tired? poor thing. after all this, you two could nap together.

♡ you didn't come out of your room until he moved the bag to the door, as quietly as he could.

♡ but forty-nine weights weren't exactly quiet.

♡ you finally walked out, half-relaxed and perfect and freshly changed and comfortable and-

♡ your face.

♡ it was a strange mix of restrained joy, shock, concern, confusion-everything he expected. a little hurt, even, though he wasn't sure why.

♡ but as he sat on your couch, trying to keep eye contact for as long as he could, he swallowed.

♡ his hands laced together. his heart pounded in his ears.

"we need to talk."

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The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 2

The Tale of Zuko

Maybe I should make a Zuko's Stupid Faces post.

Zuko and Iroh's whole dynamic in one frame.

This girl is cute. Total girl next door type. She does have fairly horrible taste in men, but she's also very cute.

I just want to take a minute to point out a VERY important distinction. Zuko is not going out on a date. Zuko is not taking a girl out on a date. A girl is taking Zuko out on a date. She's got that arm in a death grip. Not only is that a clever reversal of the usual hetero dynamic, but I'm convinced it's the only way Zuko would ever get any action, so it's also in character.

I know Zuko's social skills are non-existent, but apart from the blow up at the waiter he is actually trying. He's failing, but I have to give him points for trying.

The way this girl's voice actress says "You juggled" made my ears very happy. And the beleaguered "yes. I juggled." is equally good.

Zuko! Tell her you did sword stuff! That's something you can actually do!

It gives me hope that someone so steeped in the most toxic parts of the Fire Nation, for so long, can STILL be so bad at lying, but it would certainly be a handy skill right about now.

I take it back. This girl does have good taste in men. Zuko's such a softie when it counts. He still sucks at being normal, but he just risked his identity because the girl he didn't even plan to go out with was a little bit sad.

This girl is the best.

Ha! He kissed her back! He Did! I saw that!

I take back what I took back. Zuko's evil again. He made my new favourite girl droop.

I love that Iroh's waiting up for him while making it look like he isn't waiting up for him. How many times on their ship, when Zuko was out Blue Spiriting, do you think Iroh found a reason to be randomly sat on the deck at 3 am?

Character development baby! Can you really call yourself loyal to the fire nation if you admit to having a good time on a date with an Earth Kingdom girl?

The Tale of Momo

Pretty.

That was a FILTHY bait and switch. For one shining moment, I had Appa back.

They should take that to June.

Not Appa.

Also not Appa.

I did not have 'Momo gets gaslit' on my Avatar Bingo card. Nor did I have 'interspecies animal friendship angst.'

Are these cat things the raccoons of the Avatar universe? Or the squirrels? Urban scroungers?

I love the idea that this guy just grabs the closest squirrel, sticks a hat on it, and expects it to dance. He got lucky with Momo.

I thought they were taking the animals to the pound, but this is very much a butcher. Which means that in Ba Sing Se, they eat varmint. Stay away from the hot dog carts.

That's very effective Simglish.

Thank god for thumbs.

Aw they're friends! This has Aristocats vibes, when O'Malley and the girl cat are getting together near the end.

And one final Fuck You, because god forbid Momo's tale ends on a happy note.

I'm guessing that's an Appa print, but couldn't it also be a platypus bear?

Something about the cats standing vigil over Momo's grief gets to me.

Final thoughts

I'll go through each of these stories individually, but first some general comments.

Last episode was kind of intense, and definitely ended on a downer (not that this one didn't), so it was a good call to at least start this episode off on something a bit gentler.

I was really impressed with the soundtrack throughout. Apart from the Tale of Momo where it's the animal noises that are front and centre, the music is doing a lot of work in every story, the strings especially. The strings are doing emotional work, plot stuff, and even humour. Seriously, next time you rewatch this episode, pay attention to the strings. These shorts are actually very light on dialogue (apart from Sokka's), but they don't feel that way because the music is doing the talking.

I'm assuming that this all took place over three days at least, since Iroh, Zuko, and Momo's tales seem to end on different evenings. So I don't think calling this episode 'day in the life' is accurate. My bad. It also occurs to me that this kind of episode format would be a great way of showing time has passed. If they had had an episode like this in the Northern Water Tribe - after Katara beat the crap out of Poophead but before the Fire Nation attacked - I would have liked the pacing of the whole finale arc better.

On to the stories!

The Tale of Toph and Katara

It might be because I didn't understand what this episode was doing yet, but this one didn't do much for me. It was good to see Toph have a moment of self-doubt, but I never would have assumed, based on her previous behaviour, that her appearance was her proverbial weak spot. Katara did a really good job at building her back up, and she was delightfully (and appropriately) understated for once. When she's reassuring Aang of something (especially in Season 1) Katara tends to got from 0 to 60 very quickly, so it was nice to see her be reassuring in a quiet, non-steamrolling way. Is this Katara character development? Apart from the fact that Toph quite literally got her eyeballs sanded, nothing much in this episode stuck out to me. Except those bitchy voices. Those were like knives in my brain.

The Tale of Iroh

So many questions! Is Lu Ten buried in Ba Sing Se? How is that grave not defaced yet? How did Iroh get a copy of his son's picture? They lost everything at the North Pole, right? Did he ask the people who got him their passports for a picture of his son too? Does Zuko know/remember that it's his cousin's birthday? If so, why isn't he there offering Iroh the world's most awkward hug? Given the fact that Iroh spent the whole day helping people, including a very misguided youth, and given that Iroh says something along the lines of "if only I could have helped you [his son]" does this imply that Lu Ten was going through a crisis at the time of his death? Was he misguided like the wannabe mugger? Is Zuko not the first Fire Nation Prince that Iroh has had to guide through an identity/existential crisis? Is Zuko going to be the first time Iroh succeeds at guiding a Fire Nation prince through an identity/existential crisis? Does Iroh live in perpetual fear of failing Zuko the way he seems to believe he failed his son? Am I reading too much into this?

To be quite honest, this story would have hit me harder if I had remembered going into it that Iroh had a son. Lu Ten takes being a textual ghost to a whole new level. Also the 'In honor of Mako' text confused me. And worried me a little.

The Tale of Aang

I liked this one! Aang can't help Appa at the moment, but he can help all the Appa stand ins who aren't fortunate enough to have an Aang to help them. Aang is a nice little boy! Of course he'd free a bunch of animals without thinking about the consequences and the epic pile of platypus bear dung he's just landed the zookeeper in with the Dai Li. I liked the animal designs. I liked the earthbending. I liked the Siamese cat representation. I loved cabbage man. I think that, if Appa could have known, he would have approved. I also think that I'm once again reading too much into this. it was nominally a fun fluff piece elaborating on a established emotional conflict (Appa missing), which gave it just enough weight to be slightly more than a fluff piece.

The Tale of Sokka

I am entirely serious when I say that 'poetry bouncer' is my favourite joke so far in the WHOLE show. I love absurdity played entirely earnestly. It's fridge funny too. The longer I contemplate the implications, the funnier it gets. What past event required a poetry bouncer be introduced? He's not there to protect the students or the teacher; he's here to reinforce the structure of the Haiku by force. Was he hired by the concept of Haiku? Is Haiku taken so seriously in Ba Sing Se that he's needed to break up cat fights between students? There is a rich well of haiku-related hijinks just hinted at by his presence, and I want to know more.

Sokka is so often his own worst enemy that it makes sense that he's taken out by his own hubris. That fortune teller lady was absolutely a crook, but she did one hell of an accurate cold read on Sokka.

The Tale of Zuko

Credits tell me that the girl's name is Jin. I would like to congratulate the creators of Avatar for managing to illustrate romantic interest so palpably without resorting to heart eyes and steam whistle noises. Nothing wrong with those; I'm just impressed by how much of Jin's interest in Zuko you can feel. Also, she'd better be more than a single episode character, because I need more of this sweetheart. She's a real contender for displacing Toph as my favourite girl in the cast.

To be fair to Zuko, he did make Jin droop (UNFORGIVABLE), but it was also the right call. He can't date her honestly. It IS complicated. And I don't think any Earth Kingdom girl (worth dating) would knowingly go out with Fire Nation royalty. Jin wanted Lee the Tea Boy. Try as he might, Zuko can't stop being Zuko. I would argue that he shouldn't stop being Zuko. His flashback mom told him not to forget who he was, so I'd also argue that the narrative doesn't want Zuko to stop being Zuko either. I guess it's a case of right girl, wrong time. It looks like she's cool with him being a firebender, but firebending and being the Fire Lord's son are not the same magnitude of hurdle to dating. Maybe when the war's over they can hook up again.

The Tale of Momo

I think this qualifies as cruelty to the audience. I got the impression that this story was crafted borderline maliciously, to make the viewers suffer angst dump after angst dump.

I liked seeing things from Momo's perspective. I loved the animal noises, which really got across a shocking amount of emotion. Those, combined with body language, were as effective as any spoken script. These cartoon people really know how to use their medium.

It absolutely kills me that Momo is missing Appa, and since he doesn't understand human speech, he can't even be comforted by knowing that his humans are actively looking for him. If you've ever seen one of your pets missing another of your pets in real life, you know there's nothing worse than the helplessness that comes with not being able to explain or magically summon their friend back from the kennel, or the vet, or the dead. All you can do is give them hugs. I'm glad that Momo got a street cat support group at the end of the episode, but the animal grief at the beginning was hard to get through. It's sweet to have confirmation that Momo sees Appa as family, but surely they could have showed that to us in a way that doesn't make me need to hug the stuffing out of my own pets?

Final Final Thoughts for real this time

This episode wrings you out a little. Fully a third of the stories are about Appa, despite him not being there. At least half are about missing someone who isn't there. At least half are bittersweet.

I liked this episode format. I hope they use it again next season. Only Toph and Katara's tale felt too short to me. The rest did such a good job at drawing me in, that when I went back to check timestamps I was surprised by how short these stories are.

I'm going to go eat too much chocolate.

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Jazz didn’t know she was different just as much as she didn’t know the definition of ‘normal’.

She started out fine as rain, a beautiful baby girl with pale blue eyes and wispy hair with an ear-splitting cry. She was a healthy baby, a beautiful one at that once you get passed her loud screaming.

The first few years of caring for Jazz were simple as much as it was exhausting. She was a giggling bundle of joy when Jack would swing her around, she stayed perfectly content with her stuffed rabbit when Maddie was in the lab, and she never created a fuzz as she babbled at anyone and everything, even into an empty room.

Maybe that was the first sign of her abnormality. Similar to how the first mistake the Fenton parents made was to leave their daughter alone more and more often.

They didn’t see their daughter's first steps and the encouraging whispers with her as they clapped and cooed. They don’t understand that she always had someone to guide her away from the green chemicals around the halls but was unable to stop her parents from feeding her contaminated food. They don’t hear how she always seemed to talk to the air, giggling and laughing into an empty room along with the process of other voices.

Maybe that's how it started, but her... abnormalities weren’t mentioned until she was enrolled in daycare.

The teachers didn’t know how to handle the too-smart girl as she explains why she won’t read the children's books they provided. They don’t understand why she prefers to be alone in the classroom when recess time came about. And they certainly didn’t understand how this young child, this baby, understood the biological system of the human blood system.

(They don’t see nor understand the ghosts of lonely children trying to play in a room filled with living children, all ignoring their presence. But Jazz could see them, hear them crying in child-like frustration and curling into themselves as they watch the living with envy.)

(Jazz, like the sweet girl that she was, took it upon herself to help. So, she would read out loud to the dead children before realizing they already heard of the stories this daycare had far too many times and demanded different books to entertain them. She would beg the caretakers to leave her in the classroom to keep reading for the children that were left behind far too many times. For children who died a long time, they were very quick to pick up their education as much as Jazz with learning the alphabet to understanding multiplication to learning about biology.)

(The day she had to leave and enter 1st grade was the day she watches the children all leave one by one. She didn’t cry like one would expect when watching her friends leave before her, because she knew they had to leave one day. That's what Granny Vicky told her when she talked about the kids at school. All she did was stand next to the teacher at the door and waved them all goodbye.)

(And if she cried at home with Big Sister Annlee and Sister Rosa then no one would know. Not even her parents.)

The neighbors didn’t understand that the noises they would hear for many nights were Jazz sneaking out late in the night and not a wild raccoon. They didn’t bother to understand until the husband went out the back to take a smoke only to see a child dropping from her parent's fence and booking it towards the streets. She didn’t stop for his cries for her to come back and the husband went back to tell his wife what he saw as she called the local police.

They both waited that night, watching the window as the husband sat down on the sofa with a drink in hand with the wife jittering around the living room. It was later nearly 3 in the morning when they saw the signs of red and blue lights before they could sigh a sigh of relief.

(They didn’t see the way the poor girl cried with flush cheeks or angry red eyes. Didn’t understand as they went back to bed with the knowledge that the girl was going back home when her parents themselves didn’t know.)

(Jazz learned from Annebeth about how the women in burned gowns would always gather in the spring and summer days to sing and dance in the forest in memories of their lives before. She was told to ask first before joining and so she went up to a pretty lady in a green ivy gown and emerald jewels if she can visit their nightly dance. She watched as the woman laughed with a gentle look before she declared how wonderful it was for a young lady to still have manners these days before agreeing to see her that night.)

(Jazz would then visit the ladies and young women in gowns in the night and watch as they dance over water and moonlight, their burns fading away into beautiful white skin. She was told to not bring a flashlight as they didn’t want any light or fire near their celebrations. Jazz learned to dance in the spring and understood how to sing sweet melodies in the summer with other girls dotting and adoring her as one of their own.)

(When she was pulled away by a man in blue and white, she wanted to scream bloody murder, but she was taught better than that by her Big Sisters. So, she silently got in and watched with sad eyes as the Big Sisters she was walking with also looked devastated at her forceful withdrawal.)

Maddy didn’t notice at first how much time her daughter was spending with her now. But to be blunt, it was more of Jazz following and watching her rather than going up and talking to her. Hence, she didn’t worry about her daughter's behavior as long as she was able to do her research. It was during the third week of doing this did her daughter ask if they could go to the doctor.

“Are you sick,” Maddie worriedly looked over her daughter as she reached a hand out to her. Jazz paused, as if the concept of being sick was foreign to her, before nodding rapidly.

“Yeah! I think I’m a little sick Ma... and, and I don’t want you to get sick either. So you have to let the doctor check you too in case I got you sick!”

(Jazz wondered what she was looking at and tilted her head in a curious manner. The spark, a wisp actually, was so very small and fragile looking inside of her Ma. Bearly there if Jazz didn’t take the time to watch her Ma at the dinner table as she ate another slightly green pancake.)

(When she asked around it was actually Old Man Whithel that told her, as he sat on her window stand, that it was the start of a new life, or as he put it, “another doe-eyed sibling for ya to take care of you hear little miss.”)

(Jazz was excited by that news. A baby sibling! Even better, Jazz noticed as she was jumping at the tips of her toes, that it looked like it was a boy with baby black hair and blue eyes too! Jazz was so excited for her new baby brother to come and couldn’t wait until her Ma can finally visit the doctor like how one of her Big Sisters’ told her.)

(She was going to a sister, a sister in charge of her little brother.)

But alas, she didn’t see nor understand why she never considered ‘normal’ to her fellow Amity Parkers. Didn’t understand that the bright firey hair she adored herself or the bright teal eyes she would always be complemented by the others were seen as to abnormal.

She can hear the adults when they talk about her ‘quirks’ and she stood strong when other children said she was a freak like the rest of her family. She wasn’t afraid of the attention she received because, in the end, their words never made sense to her, hence, could not hurt this little girl.

That all changed when a boy, a classmate of hers, called her a witch on her way home.

Pt 3

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Don't Let Go

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 36

You get some unexpected support, and you and Leon come to an understanding that neither of you likes.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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They had the day off, but the first thing that everyone wanted was answers.

To his credit, Krauser took the time to answer them all as best he could.

“Why didn’t you warn us?”

“I didn’t know.”

“Do they have the authority to even do that?”

“. . . Yes.”

“What are they so afraid of us blabbing about?”

“You’ll be learning that in the coming weeks.”

“Are those assholes really going to be staying?”

“Yes.”

Leon stood in the back as the rest of the squad learned what he already knew: what they’d suffered for. What some of them were being sent home for. No one was happy with the answers given, but most understood. Leon understood. The reasoning, at least. Not the practice. Not the torture. He would never understand that.

Nor would he understand the answer to the question Valeria hissed out, one that had been eating away at Leon, too. The one thing he wasn’t reasonably sure of, on Krauser’s end regarding the whole experience.

“They had our letters,” she said, her foot tapping against the floor beneath where she sat on her bunk. “From months back.”

Leon watched shadow overtake Krauser’s eyes, that crease between his brows deepening.

“Hadn’t heard from my mom. Is it because they held those letters from us?”

Krauser nodded once, his gaze unwavering even if it was full of regret. “Yes.”

“And you knew?” Valeria pressed, hurt evident in her features.

Another pause, before Krauser nodded. “Yes. STRATCOM procedure. No communication with the world outside during training.”

“So any letters we sent home . . .”

“. . . Were never sent.”

Top-secret shit, even before the bioweapons were brought into play.

Not that it made the pill any easier to swallow.

Still, the Major didn’t try to shift the blame off of himself, even as Valeria fixed him in a scalding glare. If looks could kill, Jack Krauser would be a pile of ash on the ground. “That’s bullshit,” Valeria snapped. “Sir.”

“Watch that tone, Soto,” Krauser met her, steel for steel. Leon had seen the man make soldiers give him fifty push-ups for mouthing off . . . but he’d also seen him allow Leon to speak his mind. He’d seen the Major listen to Leon’s own concerns, even if the Major seemed to like quite literally everyone else better than him. So, even if he barked at Valeria now, Leon wasn’t surprised when a moment later, the Major just gave her an apologetic look. There were a lot of those that he gave that morning, until there were no more questions.

None that anyone was brave enough to ask, anyway.

Their personal effects were passed back out to them - the ones that had been abandoned in the Humvees when Reed and Hellman had taken the squad. Three days ago. Three days and a lifetime, it felt like.

Just like how Raccoon City felt like a lifetime in one night.

Pain had a way of doing that, didn’t it? Warping the world. A day became forever, forever became attached to the idea of something terrible. A cage with no bars. He wondered how long he and the rest would be stuck in that cage? How long the bruises would take to heal, how often, like last night, someone would hear movement in the barracks and jolt awake, expecting a blow for having fallen asleep . . .

Everyone was still so quiet as they unloaded their freshly returned packs. Hard not to be when Andersen and the other three who had failed were there, not bothering to join in the unpacking. What was the point if they were going to be gone by tomorrow anyway?

As for the rest, the day was theirs to do with as they pleased, and no one had any idea how to spend that free time.

Not until heavy footfalls against the floor made Leon and those around him - Alenko, Williams and Valeria - look up, and they found the Major standing there, his hands behind his back. He looked at each of them, gaze sweeping from right to left before landing on Leon and hardening. Sharpening. Leon was sure then that he was about to hear a speech about his failure. About how he’d broken and the only reason that he and Valeria were being allowed to stay were because of Krauser’s own intervention. Or maybe that this entire thing was because of a request that Leon made. He could think of no other reason for the loathing in that stare.

Instead, the Major looked back at the group as a whole. “Heard you had some trouble back at Fort Benning,” he said, and Leon’s brow furrowed. So the conversation wasn’t going to be about the beatings taken in those cells, but rather the one that he and the others had taken in defense of one another. “Got a call from Commander Cortez a few days back. Said you got into a fight. That you put twelve of his men in the hospital. That true?”

That, too, seemed like a lifetime ago. Alenko was the one to nod and answer Krauser’s question. “Yes, sir.” He frowned as he spoke, the expression tugging at the splotches of blue and purple on his face.

Krauser nodded once, his face set in stone.

“Good,” he finally said, and Leon recognized veiled pride in his eyes. “Make sure you don’t end up in the hospital too, next time.”

It was one of the few orders that Major Krauser had given in his time here that Leon agreed with.

Of course, when the Major unclasped his hands and tossed what he’d been holding onto the bunk nearest him, Leon felt an entirely different wave of emotion sweep through him. The little radio rolled onto its back as it landed amidst the scratchy blankets, leaving a flash of recognition to cross Williams’ and Alenko’s faces as they saw it. The same radio that had been in Cortez’s office. The same one you’d somehow stolen for them, that you’d all been listening to on the ride home before everything went wrong.

Krauser was giving it back to them.

“And don’t make a habit of stealing from your Commanding Officers.”

Leon might have laughed, under different circumstances.

Instead, he found himself even more surprised as Krauser went on, this time looking towards Valeria. “Your letters,” he began, “they were from your mother?” Hellman must have told him, then. Or maybe Krauser had read the letters himself, after the fact. Leon hoped that wasn’t the case. He hoped he hadn’t read through Sherry’s letters before Leon even had the chance to. Still, he knew enough about the contents to ask.

Valeria’s mouth twitched down, and she nodded once in response, stiff and all too plainly upset.

Krauser nodded too, and again Leon saw conflict in the Major’s face. Whatever combat his thoughts were doing, though, it was over quickly. “I’ll do what I can to get you clearance to write home. All of you.”

That was all Krauser said . . . but just before he turned away, his eyes found Leon again. Fixed on him like crosshairs. The words spoken were all that were said, but Leon could see that Krauser had more to say. Something lurking just beneath the surface, unformed but sharp. Leon only glimpsed it for a moment, but it was there all the same. Leon almost didn’t care if the Major was angry, now though. Because even if he didn’t have a home to write to, really, he could write to Sherry.

He might be able to tell her he was sorry for not answering her letters. To tell her he was okay, to make sure that she was alright too.

So, whatever was behind the sharp look that he received now, Leon just met that sharpness with gratitude. He didn’t get much but a moment of that gaze losing its edge. Just a second or two, and then the moment was gone, and so was Major Krauser, moving down the rows of bunks. He hesitated as he neared Andersen, the older soldier sitting on the edge of his bunk, looking shell-shocked.

Krauser looked down at him, his jaw tensing as he reached out a hand, patting the other man on the shoulder.

Then, lifting his chin, he left the barracks.

More silence followed, until at last, Williams spoke up. “Looks like Sarge was right about him being proud,” she muttered, watching as he stepped through the door.

There was no doubt in Leon’s mind. Jack Krauser was an asshole. He had a sadistic streak. He liked to push people and he would never apologize for doing it. All of that was still true.

But maybe you’d been right about more than just Krauser being proud of you all.

“Do you buy it?” Alenko asked, looking over at Leon. “That he didn’t know about Reed and Hellman?” He didn’t sound overly skeptical. Just like he wanted to be sure. That he needed that one last opinion that reinforced his own.

You had faith in the Major. Leon had criticized you for that, once.

Now he understood it better.

“He’s telling the truth,” Leon nodded, and he could have sworn he felt hell freeze over because he was defending Krauser of all people. “You saw how he reacted to . . .” to your injury. Leon had seen it up close and personal. The shock that mutated into rage. Rage enough to make Krauser nearly do something stupid.

“Yeah,” Alenko conceded, knowing well enough what Leon was referring to. They’d all seen the concern the Major had for you. The regret he’d hidden poorly as he answered the questions today. He had not meant you all to come to harm. Not like that.

Didn’t change the fact that you were still going to be hospitalized for who-knew-how-long.

“Never seen him worried like that,” Williams nodded, shaking her head.

“Never seen Sarge hurting like that either,” Alenko said, and tensed when he felt Valeria’s gaze turn on him. She was still feeling guilty, Leon could see it. Alenko could too, shutting his mouth when he realized he’d just reminded Valeria of what she’d inadvertently caused.

Because Reed and Hellman had asked about the two of you specifically. That’s what Valeria had said last night, and those words had Leon on edge. That’s what made him worry even now that there was danger, even now that they were all free of those cells.

You’d told him last night that you couldn’t risk him being there, and you hadn’t known how right you’d been.

The two of you had been obvious with your care for one another. So, even if she’d given up information about you two being close, Leon didn’t blame Valeria for what happened. Even if it was clear that she blamed herself.

Maybe that was why, after a moment, she reached for the radio that Krauser had left on the cot in front of her, and stood. “Come on then,” she said to the group, and her voice had more resolve in it than Leon had heard in a long while.

“Where are you-”

“We weren’t the ones that stole the radio, right? And Sarge is gonna get a lot more use out of it than we are.”

It was a day for looking past old angers, Leon found. He hadn’t liked Valeria much before the trip to Fort Benning. That had changed steadily while there. Now, though, as she marched off in an effort to try and alleviate your loneliness, whether to lessen her guilt or because she genuinely cared for you, Leon didn’t care. What mattered was the effort. It mattered that someone besides him cared enough to think of that before he could even voice it.

And Leon, for the first time in the last few days, smiled. He didn’t hesitate as he stood alongside her, following her as she moved towards the door. It didn’t take long before Williams and Alenko were following along, too.

⧫⧫⧫

As soon as you heard the knock on the door, you steeled yourself.

You weren’t sure how you were going to tell Leon. Distancing yourself had been the first instinct. You were good at that. It would be easy. Well, not easy, but doable. You’d done it once before, after all.

It had left you feeling like shit, and it hadn’t solved anything.

You’d both promised to talk about what you were feeling. It was a promise you regretted now that it made things more difficult, but you wanted to honor it. You owed him that much. So, you’d torn your mind apart all morning trying to put together the right words.

Krauser knows-

Reed and Hellman will be watching-

We can’t-

All of them seemed like bullshit, even if the concerns Krauser had raised were valid. Real. Just as the happiness that Leon Kennedy brought you was real, too. The most real thing you’d felt in months, besides that old and aching pain that you could never be rid of. Pain that was dulled and, sometimes, forgotten around the man you’d come to care for so much. The man you’d watched grow into a stronger person, inside and out. The man you would take a thousand hits for.

You couldn’t just let that go.

So when you heard that knock, you weren’t sure what the hell you were supposed to do because Leon wouldn’t want to end this. Not now. And neither did you.

The door opened and you found yourself speaking on instinct alone. “You shouldn’t be in here,” you repeated the words from the night before, not looking up from that spot on the floor you’d chosen as yours.

And then you regretted not looking up as soon as you heard a smoky but strained voice reply. “Nice to see you too.”

Your head snapped up and you pushed yourself up from bed, thanking the pain meds in your system for allowing the movement. Valeria didn’t wait to be invited in. Neither did any of the three people following her. Alenko and Williams gave you gentle, apologetic smiles as they followed the shorter woman in, and you felt your heart splinter because you’d thought to spend this day alone, like the last time. You thought you’d have to push Leon away the moment he stepped through the door, just for the sake of keeping up appearances.

Instead, you found yourself looking at your squad mates with wide eyes.

And when Leon did walk through the door, you felt that splintered heart break apart when he smiled at you.

“Hey,” he greeted, and you knew this conversation was going to hurt. Both of you.

But what conversation was it going to shape up to become?

You didn’t know, and, as you looked at the four visitors in front of you, you decided that maybe you didn’t want to know, either.

“Hey,” you said. “What are you all-”

“We got the day off,” Valeria answered. “Figured you could use the company.”

“If you wanted it,” Leon added, giving you an understanding look.

You’d been alone during your recovery from Finland. Krauser had checked in on you when he could, but he had a life and duties to attend to. The nurses that pitied you had made for shitty companions. Not that you’d wanted anyone, anyway. Solitude. That had been your companion and your shield. You’d thought just Leon had the ability to break down that barricade around you.

You’d been wrong.

It wasn’t quite a smile that you gave the group as you nodded, but it was close enough. “Okay.”

That surprise and that slight smile only grew as Valeria held out her arm and presented you with none other than the little radio you’d stolen from Cortez’s office. “Think you’re missing this, too.”

You weren’t sure what to think as you took the radio from her. Valeria seldom did anything without cause. What was her reasoning for this? For being, well, downright kind to you? You didn’t know, and, honestly? In that moment, when you had been so sure you’d been condemned to isolation in every possible way, you decided that you didn’t care, either.

So, you settled the radio between your hands, fighting back the new kind of pain in your chest. One not born of your cracked ribs or the fear that Krauser’s words had instilled in you.

This pain was sweeter. One you hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Thank you,” you murmured, looking from Valeria, to Leon, and then the rest.

Valeria just shrugged. “You’re no fun when you’re miserable. So pick a station and let’s fucking relax for once.”

You couldn’t really argue with that, so you flipped switches and dials until you heard a synth beat and vocals you hadn’t heard in so long. A song from another life.

“. . . there’s no turning back.”

“Even while we sleep . . .”

“Shit,” Alenko smiled wide as he took a seat a ways away from the bed you sat in. “I love this song!”

Williams just nodded, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall. “Least it’s not the Spice Girls,” she mumbled over her split lip before she looked over at the rest of you who, back in the Humvee, had made her sit through one of their songs. It seemed her opinion of them hadn’t improved. “Respectfully, they’re shit.” The near-apology was delivered with a near-smile to match.

“Well, Williams,” you found yourself saying, even if your words were muted by the ordeal you’d just been through. Still, there was something familiar there. Something you’d rediscovered at Fort Benning, and were glad to find at your fingertips now; humor. That was what ever-so-slightly colored your words as you told Williams, “ respectfully, go fuck yourself.”

An Army brat like you, Williams just smirked right back.

“Help me make the-”

“Most of freedom and of pleasure-”

“Nothing ever lasts forever . . .”

It made it easier, having them there. There weren’t many words, but there didn’t need to be. You all just listened to the song as it played, finding a comfortable state of quiet between each other. Valeria moved to lean against the wall by Williams’ side. Leon . . . you could tell he wanted to move closer to you. You wanted that too. You wanted it to be just the two of you, like in the hospital in Fort Benning, but Krauser’s warning hung over your head.

“There’s a room where the light won’t find you-”

“Holding hands as the walls come tumbling down-”

“When they do, I’ll be right behind you . . .”

Being alone with him was dangerous, more so now than it ever had been. That didn’t change simply because you wanted his presence or company. Your desire for him wouldn’t be pitied in a court martial. Not if Reed and Hellman were already looking at you like an infected limb that needed to be cut away.

You needed to heal, and Leon needed to finish this training. You both did. You’d just never thought it would be apart.

“So glad we almost made it . . .”

So . . . you would be alone with him one more time. At least for a while.

“So sad they had to fade it . . .”

You hoped he would understand that this was for the best, for now.

The song eventually finished and you looked up to meet his eyes. You’d learned to speak without words to each other, now. So many stolen glances and nights spent side by side, in training or with him pressed up against the wall of the mess hall, you had a language all your own. Insight into each other’s thoughts. And as you looked into those ocean blues, you saw your own thoughts reflected back at you.

There was a talk to be had, and both of you knew it.

⧫⧫⧫

The day went on and eventually the others left. Alenko was first, saying he was going to go in search of food. Had to be desperate, to want what the mess hall served, but Leon didn’t begrudge him. The hunger of those three days had left them all empty just as much as the rest of the experience had.

Williams went next, saying she needed to move, to make up for those days spent in captivity. Valeria didn’t take much convincing when asked to join her.

Leon almost told them to be careful. To not let the agents see them.

To not end up in the predicament that the two of you were in.

A situation that became clear and present, once the two of you were left alone, the radio playing on.

“How are you feeling?” He knew what the answer would be, but he asked anyway.

“They gave me pain meds,” you shrugged as best you could, “so not that bad right now.”

At least there was that. Even if you shouldn’t have had to be in the infirmary in the first place. “Have they told you how long you’ll be on bed rest?” Leon asked, because he didn’t want to have the other conversation. Not yet.

The mirth that had been present on your face, however muted, faded. “It was a six week recovery last time. For the bones.”

“Six?” The number sounded so much worse than what Leon had imagined. He remembered his own long recovery from the gunshot wound he’d suffered in Raccoon City. It had seemed long then, but he hadn’t been kept from anything. It hadn’t stopped him from living his life. Not that he’d done much living after that night anyway. Still, he couldn’t imagine what this was like to you, because it would be six weeks without physical training. Six weeks without sparring, without being able to clear your head in the way Leon knew you would need. Six weeks of what would be hell to you.

And if you couldn’t train for combat like the rest of them . . . would you be able to graduate with the rest? With him?

“You need to keep practicing,” you told him, and by the stiffness of your words, Leon could tell that you were thinking of exactly what he was thinking of. It sounded like you were telling him to go on without you. “Train with the others, but ask Krauser to spar too. He’s the best. He’ll kick your ass, but he’ll make you better.”

“You say that like you’re not gonna-”

“I’m not gonna be able to spar with you, Leon. Not for a while. I’m not gonna be there. You can’t let yourself fall behind with me.”

The words, while well intentioned, were painful to hear aloud. True, but painful because after months of training with you, he couldn’t imagine not being by your side. He didn’t want to have to train for hell on earth and not know that you would be there to face it with him.

But you were right.

As unfair as it was, as completely and utterly shitty, you were right.

“Okay,” he nodded. “But then when you’re better, we’ll catch you back up.” Because he knew you would need it. He knew you’d want it, too. That after so long letting your body heal, you would want nothing more than to throw yourself back into the swing of things.

The trouble was-

“Leon . . .” you shook your head, and he knew that the conversation he’d dreaded was here. “Krauser knows.”

Just like that, the color drained from his face. You’d never been one to beat around the bush, but those words were like being doused in ice water.

“About . . .”

“Us.”

He felt a pit open up in his stomach that threatened to turn him inside-out, and all he could do was sit on the bed beside you. The jaws were closing in. Had that been the cause of that look from Krauser earlier? Had the Major been looking at him with such disdain because of that?

“. . . Fuck.” It was really all he could say. Why even warn you about Reed and Hellman if the game was already over . . .

“He’s not going to report it.”

. . . or maybe not as over as Leon had thought.

“What?” he blinked, turning to look at you without bothering to hide his confusion. Major Krauser hadn’t exactly been by the books, as far as Leon knew, but he’d been so adamant about respecting the order of things. This whole mess had happened because he’d not wanted to step outside the bounds of red tape. Why the hell hadn’t he reported fraternization?

“Said he doesn’t care. But he also said that Reed and Hellman will.”

Leon nodded, trying to reconcile all the mismatched thoughts and solutions buzzing around his mind.

“So he’s saying he won’t stop us but if we get found out we’re fucked.”

You just nodded, the air growing heavier and heavier with each moment. Because Leon knew where this was going, just as much as you did.

Leon pursed his lips, looking down. “They asked about us during the interrogations,” he finally said. “Reed and Hellman. Valeria told me they were asking.”

It was your turn to frown, he could see it out of the corner of his eyes. He wouldn’t rat Valeria out, but you deserved to know that the agents were onto you, even if Krauser wouldn’t be the one to confirm it.

Why wouldn’t he confirm it?

“Then they’ll be watching.”

Leon nodded once, feeling emptiness beginning to set in. “So what do you want to do?” he asked, dreading the answer because he’d heard the distance in your voice last night, and he could hear it even then. He’d heard it once before, after you’d kissed him that first night and tried to convince yourself and him that it was a mistake.

The difference was that, then, he’d seen that emptiness in your eyes, too. He’d seen you retreating into yourself.

He knew you well enough now to know that the look that he saw in your eyes didn’t match the attempt at distance in your voice. Because, as you turned your gaze up towards him, Leon could see only conflict. Only you, a casualty of the crossfire between what your mind had to be telling you and what your heart wanted. When you answered, that conflict was all the more apparent. “You know what I want. But we have to be smart about this. Because if Krauser knows - and has for months now - then Reed and Hellman will pick up on it too, and they’re already gunning to cut me for this shit,” you gestured down to your ribs, and Leon swore he heard your voice waver.

“They wanted me out, too,” Leon admitted, and he watched some fear seep into your expression. “Krauser convinced them to let me stay.”

And again, Leon found himself wondering why?

“They wanted . . . why?” you asked. Why they’d wanted Leon gone - that’s what you were asking about.

“Because I broke,” he admitted, his voice hushed. Not ashamed, but overwhelmed by other emotions. “When they were hurting you, I had to get them to stop. So I was going to tell them what they wanted to know. Right before Krauser got there.”

You looked at him then, silent, your eyes piercing his own. Searching and seeing straight through him, just as you always had.

You had suffered on account of him. It was the last thing he ever wanted for you, but you’d endured it. You’d taken pain for him, in fights and behind bars, and you’d been taking pain from him for far longer. With your company, with your touch. You’d helped each other learn to walk again. It was what had made him fall in love with you, even if it had been something that happened to him at the end of your knife.

He loved you. So, he made a decision.

“Look,” he went on, turning to face you more, feeling something in him building. A resolve or a desperate hope, he wasn’t sure. “I’ll focus on training. I’ll work with Krauser, I’ll . . . I’ll only visit you with the others, if you think it’ll be less suspicious. But I’m not leaving you here by yourself. I’m not letting go of this. I can’t do that. Not if you don’t want to let go, either.”

He watched you, feeling emotion overtaking him. Bearing down on him, nearly making him shake because it had all been too much. Raccoon City. STRATCOM. All the hurts he’d suffered - that you’d suffered - and the best thing to come from it all had been this. You.

So, his throat constricting, he hoped that you felt the same way.

For a moment, he worried, because you were staring at him like he was something you could never have. He saw the regret in your eyes, the tension in your body, like you were bracing for some great pain. It all faded, though, and the corners of your mouth turned up just a bit. The dark of night graying as the sun tried to appear once more.

It was all the warning he had before your lips were on his, and Leon felt the resolve he’d built up for months, the guard he’d put around himself in that prison, crumble. Emotion and relief flooded him, and his hand shook a bit as he lifted it to your face. It was different from the kisses the two of you had stolen in the shadows. Different than the sweet one he’d given you in the hospital at Fort Benning. This was all longing. Wordless in its declaration. He held you gently, no longer needing to memorize the feel of you but trying to hold on to every detail anyway.

Because he didn’t know when he’d next get the chance to kiss you. Or hold you. Or be with you the way he wanted.

But he wasn’t letting go.

“I don’t want to let go, either,” you told him, your lips against his. “I don’t know when we’ll be able to-”

“Neither do I,” Leon admitted, as the words tore at him. “But . . . we’ll find a way.”

He had to believe that.

He had to believe that this wedge being driven between the two of you wouldn’t change what he felt. And to that end, he would watch. He would find moments of safety for the two of you, he would learn to play the spy game if it meant he could steal a few heartbeats with you. He’d wait for those moments, and he’d wait for you.

However long it took.

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#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n #jack krauser

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Wednesday Addams, with a Male!Reader that is like Goro Majima

Just wanna know how much of pure wackiness it can get at Nevermore especially with our main characters bc of Y/N.

I’m doing this in a headcannon format cuz I’ve got some ideas on the chaos Majima!Reader would get into. Most of these are pranks but some (like maybe 2/3) are references to the shit he’s done in the games. (1. dressed up as a girl. 2.hide in a trash can for Kiriyu and 3. driving a vehicle into a building.)

Also warning: quite fucking long cuz I went away with the fairies a little bit.

I feel like when you first met Wednesday you were laying down in a makeshift grave you’ve dug yourself on school grounds. Why? It doesn’t really matter as for the reasoning behind the action since you did things purely by impulse. many people have decided to give up in trying to figure you out because your personality often changed on a dime; making you quite the dangerous enigma.

Also some rules were set in place because of you. What an icon. We love to see it.

“What is your purpose?”

“I dunno.” You shrug, beaming up at her with a crazed grin.

“Seems like a waste of a grave.” She said, watching as you dug yourself out with a grunt, uncaring of the dirt that clung to your clothes nor how it got under your nails from your climb out. She the noticed you kneeling down next to the grave and pulling out your signature metal bat. Her dark eyes brightened with intrigue.

“Were you planning on burying someone alive?” Wednesday questions with slight interest. You shrug again before looking down at the grave that you suddenly grown bored of and sighed, hauling your bat so that it rested against your shoulder as you walked off. “It’s all yours, I’ve grown bored and besides Weems says I should reconsider the type of pranks I pull but,” you turned to look at Wednesday over your shoulder, “where’s the fun in that.” You flashed another crazed grin before walking off to who knows where, “See ya new kid.”

“It’s Wednesday-.” She goes to tell you but you seemed to have disappeared without much of a trace. Xavier, who was passing by, notes her confusion and the empty 6ft plot of dug up soil next to her and immediately knew you were behind such an expression.

“You met y/n. Didn’t you?” He asked her.

“Is that his name, he’s quite the character.” Wednesday mused, your unpredictable nature and aloof personality made you stand out even in a school for outcasts. Your mental state must be quite the minefield for Kinbott to navigate if digging up plots of land for a prank was your rendition of fun.

Xavier scoffs, “you could say that again, he once put an eyesore of a canvas in my art studio one day and when I got a loser look at it. Y/n opened his eyes, scaring me shitless, before jumped away from the canvas, his whole body was caked from head to toe in paint, and pushed me over my stool with the end of his metal bat.” Xavier subconsciously rubbed the small of his back. “Bastard then ran out of the shed, laughing hysterically…fucking psycho.”

“Interesting, maybe this school won’t be so dull as I first interpreted.” Wednesday said, uncaring of the story Xavier was telling her before walking off, leaving him befuddled. Afterwards Wednesday would asked Enid, Ajax, Eugene, hell evenTyler about you to which they were all quick to look in every direction incase you were somehow nearby before speaking their peace about you.

Enid said that you were a loose cannon, an unstoppable force of pure chaos. Yet you had a charm that would swoon boys, girls and others alike and make everyone forget that your mind was the equivalent of a bagful of rabid raccoons; You protected those who needed to be protected even though your methods were quite…extreme, seeing as your weapons of choice was a metal bat that didn’t bend after a couple of bludgeoning blows and a collection of knives. This earned you the monicure of ‘the mad dog of Nevermore.’

You scared the poor daylights out of her and Yoko one day by dressing yourself up in a white wedding gown you somehow obtained, splashed large quantities of red food dye across it to make it look like bloodstains; you even went as far as to buy a reduced Halloween makeup kit to replicate slash marks across your neck and face whilst also putting in milky white eye contacts. You had a story made up and everything about being a poor innocent normie who got stood up at the alter by her husband and then was later killed by something beastly. (It was a bear but you liked to keep it anonymous for more authenticity.)

Before this however, you told this story to the girls one night at a campfire and with the help of some of your friends in making bushes rustle, twigs snapping and other various noises. You then ventured into the woods to ‘investigate’ much to Yoko and Enid’s dismay before quickly changing and hastily putting on a wig ontop of your head and rushing back out towards the campfire, screaming. Sending the poor girls running to their shared tent. When they found that it was just you, they gave you the silent treatment for such a cruel prank.

Ajax would find you chill for the most part but once you frightened him so badly by sneaking into the shower room late one night and stuffing yourself into a cramp bin where you stayed hidden until he got out of the shower, jumping out screaming ‘boo!’ Ajax was taken off guard that badly that he accidentally stoned not just you but himself by looking directly in the mirror. Oops.

Eugene actually had nothing but good things to say about you, funnily enough to Wednesday’s surprise. At this point she found out that you were quite the trickster and an advent fan for the morbid and the macabre. However Eugene’s tales concerning you were times where you brutally beaten up normies and bullies alike for picking on him. You even suggested that he helped you in getting even by setting up a bucket load of pollen/honey that once it’s contents were dumped upon their intended victims, Eugene would them send out a small swarm of bees to chase the off.

You treated Eugene like a little brother and so whoever messed with him, messes with you also; Eugene couldn’t help but view you as the brother he always wanted. While that didn’t mean he was exempt from your shenanigans but you tended to hold yourself back when it came to Eugene. Everyone left Eugene alone because of you and in payment, Eugene would often gift you a bottle of honey as a thank you for standing by him no matter what.

Tyler doesn’t like you.

You don’t like Tyler and you made that evidently clear by doing things like breaking into Weathervane and badly busting up the coffee machine or stealing sums of money out of the area where the bottom drawer of the registers were kept, so that when he opens up in the morning he’d be in big shit with his shift manager. Did you potentially get put into jail for this? Maybe but that nor Principle Weems’ warnings of your potential expulsion did nothing to deter you from fucking shit up for Jericho and it’s residence.

We don’t talk about the time you drove a forklift into Crackstone’s statue one Outreach day, toppling it over and cracking the head away from it’s body before using said head with the forklift and sending it crashing into the city hall. You got into some BIG trouble for that stunt.

No one knew how you became the person that you were but not many dared to ask in fear that it may bring up old wounds that you’d rather left alone. So when Wednesday decided that instead of deciding whether or not she should get close to you based solely on potentially fabled stories, she would go out of her way and join you in a joint effort of making the citizens of Jericho’s life absolute hell.

But there are days where she saw the softer side of you where you weren’t all crazy eyed or trigger happy. You were smart and willing aided her in her investigation about the Hyde and Laurel Gates; Even after nearly dying in the Gates’ family home. “Why are you still helping me? You nearly died.” She’d ask not long after Enid rightfully scolded her for being so careless with human life.

You shrugged, only to wince when you moved your clawed arm from protecting Wednesday. “I don’t mind getting a little hurt if it means bringing us closer to the truth and besides,” you pulled something out from your backpack, it was a small airtight sealed bag containing a clump of the Hydes fur, “I got you some more physical evidence.” Wednesday didn’t know whether to punch you for getting hurt in getting her more evidence or kiss you for getting hurt for her in getting more evidence.

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honeygrahambitch · 6 months

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Hot take incoming, the night Alana visits Will and he was looking for the raccoon and they kiss, they also end up sleeping together then yeah for the sake of this plot Will doesn't tell Hannibal about it.

One week later after telling Will that he is too broken for her she ends up sleeping with Hannibal and then after some time she figures out she is pregnant.

She can't really tell who is the father and her doctor doesn't help too much because in that time span it could have been either of them.

And if she had to take a paternity test, she would have to admit to both of them that she slept with the other. And in such a short time as well. So yeah tough situation for our girl Alana.

In the end she decides to tell Hannibal that it's definitely HIS, since he was the last she had slept with. And she is surprised when Hannibal says that he actually wants to be involved and stuff. They wait for 3 months before telling everyone about it and oh lord, Alana's life is not easy since she thinks about the possibility of carrying Will's child every single night.

Her relationship with Hannibal is going...well. It's mostly sex, psychiatry talk and Will Graham talk. He is now locked up for the crimes he might have committed and it's somehow putting her mind at ease cause it makes the problem seem "far away".

During her 4th month she starts showing so it can no longer be a secret that she is pregnant. The worst part is that she really would have loved to enjoy the whole ride. She was happy about having a baby and sometimes the thought that consoled her best was that neither Will nor Hannibal were bad choices. The issue about Will was his mental illness but the kid didn't have to inherit it. It was all a genetics game.

And if it was Hannibal's child, even better. They would make great parents. They were both very sane people. This thought was what helped her sleep at night.

Time passes and Will is freed. He starts therapy again. He has no idea about Alana's pregnancy and he doesn't know enough about her relationship with Hannibal. So when Hannibal gives him the news, it quite comes as a shock. He tries not to show it but it breaks him.

Out of politeness he asks about how long Alana has until she is giving birth and he doesn't really do the math in that moment. He does it in the middle of the night when he realizes that they have had sex exactly 4-5 months ago. Then...had Alana slept with Hannibal so soon after? He felt like a broken toy but at the same time, the more concerning problem was the one about the pregnancy. Was there a possibility that he was the father? Was Hannibal the father? The thoughts kept him up until morning.

He confronts Alana about it and oh boy, she certainly did not expect that. She denied it and denied it and denied it until she admitted that "maybe" that was a possibility.

He is very serious about the idea of being a father figure so he wants the paternity test. And he absolutely doesn't want Hannibal to raise his own child. Not now when he was so driven to unmask him. It's not even about Alana anymore. He no longer feels anything for her since she had never even been able to believe in the best of him.

She knows she has to tell Hannibal. And Will himself wants to tell Hannibal that his kid might be in fact, his. However he agrees that Alana should have this talk with Hannibal since she is so nicely playing the "wife" role.

Hannibal's face stayed neutral during the whole length of the discussion. More than anything, he is intrigued about how the tables have turned. Certainly this was something he had not planned or seen coming. He, as much as Will does, wants to know who the father is.

He felt betrayed by Alana but not that much to make it personal. It was comprehensible that she could not tell him that she had slept with Will one week before sleeping with him. In the end, neither of them expected that to happen.

He hated the fact that he had bonded with the idea of having a baby and that it might be taken away from him. The same way he "took" Abigail away from Will.

(if you have made it to the end of this post, then you should know I have no idea what happens next. So, yeah, I had to share it because it's such an entertaining plot. Feel free to reblog with potential endings)

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #alana bloom

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poppyswriting · 8 months

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. possible series

summary: You were all on your own taking your ice cream until you heard some screaming and gunshots at the distance on a beach, who would’ve told you that being curious would end you up in hell.

Word count: 2,8k

Warnings: Strong lenguaje, sexual topics and graphic violence will be added (some chapters just not this one) and rampant demon horniness.. Enjoy ! !

Notes: this is a completely non-cannon story, no use of y/n, some of the characters (mostly all them) are not mine! They belong to the show Helluva boss on YouTube! Not to mention this fic was totally inspired by this one shot, so I will base some chapters off of there. Of course giving all credits to the creator, english is not my first lenguaje. (I had a boost of energy and lots of ideas at 2am that made me write this. I saw it now at my drafts so I thought of publishing it, anyways enjoy!!)

*gifs not mine.

Pilot — chapter one

You really didn’t know how you ended up in here.

The only thing you remembered was that you were eating up your ice cream in a bench in peace, then you heard a loud noise and screams. You went to the beach nearby where the screams came from, but when you arrived you saw a giant ass fish being killed by some red Raccoon looking ahh..

After some while you finished eating your ice cream as you watched how the little red raccoons finished killing the fish, you came closer to the group. They were talking to some other people, was that Verosika Mayday? There’s no way… The little Red raccoons opened a portal before Jumping in— Wait, the fuck?

You came closer to the portal to take a better look, no one was looking at you since the other group was being questioned by police officers. But suddenly you felt a hard push that pushed you in the portal, falling off in it.

Oh, so that was how..

Looking around to where you were it seemed like some sort of Parking lot, there were the red Raccoons everywhere, as scared and fucked up you were you took your time to round around and see for yourself where the hell you were.

Oh.

“you got to be fucking kidding me..” you put a hand in your mouth in reflex of your surprise and nervousness when you saw the real big portrait of the side of the road. “666 a new gossip in the News of hell!” what the FUCK???

“Oh I’m gonna throw up—..” You hooded your mouth, fuck that ice cream, it was gonna come out of you anyways.

After throwing up in a random alley over there you sat down in a bench you found walking around. You could hear gunshots in the background but you were used to them since you lived in a kind of dangerous neighborhood since the houses were more cheap around there.

You sighed as you took out your phone, no reception.. Fuck should you buy a hell-phone? But how much money do you have is the question. Suddenly it dawned at you as reality punched you harder than a couch to your toe.

You are in hell, you have no experience here you know nothing about this place, you don’t have a job here nor any type of money. You didn’t know anybody, neither you had a source of money you could rest in for now. You had nothing, absolutely nothing.

You felt like crying, overthinking the worst. What should you do? Fuck it was all so overwhelming. A few sobs fell out of your lips, but you felt a hand over yours. Your head snapped to where the hand came from and you saw an old lady. She had a worried look on her face as well as a confused one.

“Are you alright dear?” She asked, you didn’t know why but she seemed so nice.. And you weren’t thinking that straight since your head was in other places right now.

You told her about your problem, how you ended up here and your frustration about how you would live here because.. Let’s be honest, there was no way you would be getting to earth soon. So you had to make a living out of yourself.

This park was strangely alone at this hour, but all your thoughts went blank when the Lady caressed your hand once more with a worried look on her face, but it was kind in some way.. “You must be so scared..” she whispered, that made you sigh. She was right.

“Let me tell you something, why don’t you stay in my farm. It’s a little far from the city, but that at least when you can find a job of your own honey?” Well, that caught you off guard. Completely.

You should’ve taken this badly, I mean, we’re in hell and this is a total stranger you met twenty minutes ago. Who knows she could maybe sell you or kill you, but what choice did you have? It was that, or be out in the street and taking again that this was hell it would be way more dangerous to stay on the streets alone than in a little farm with this nice lady.

“My children grew up to be now adults, they don’t talk to me anymore and I would love some company. I’m sure my husband would love you too.” Well now that made your heart melt, you were a very sensitive person and to think of her all alone without anyone other than her husband made you sad. And more when she grew apart from her own children.

“Okay, I’ll go with you..” she smiled, holding your hand standing up. But when you stood up you almost drag her to the air, you quickly let go of her hand as she chucked. “Right, I almost forgot”

You chuckled following her lead, looking around at the road as she drove to her home you couldn’t help to wonder how long would you be trapped in here. And who was the person that pushed you over, like why would they even do that?

You snapped out of your thoughts when the car parked in a garage, standing out of the car you saw a man over the porch. Who looked at the both of you with wide eyes and a confused look. Was it really that weird to see a human in hell? Wait, no, scratch that it really was considering you weren’t a sinner neither were you dead. You were just, there.

The woman spoke to the other guy inside the house, while you stood out looking at the field seeing all the types of animals that were there. There were pigs, bunnies, cows, bulls, birds and horses.

Wait, horses? Those horses looked so cool! They had tails with flames and a stiff skin, they are not so different of the horses in the human realm but come on they had flames.

You took several pictures of the horses, meanwhile inside the house it was a heated conversation..

“C’mon Meredith you can’t be serious about this whole letting that human stay here.” He sighed, not so sure about her choice. Taking in all the bad things that could happen if you stayed here “Please honey, she need our help. We can’t just let her be out there in the streets, besides, she could help you out on the farm.”

She was right, her husband needed an extra hand. Taking care of the whole farm by himself was taking a lot of his energy at his old age now, he needed help and it could be good the fact that you could help around. “Meredith, if people were to find out about her what would happen to us?” He looked through the window, both of them looking at you through the window while you took pictures of the horses.

“You know that people would want her. Hunt her, hunt us. You don’t know what type of people would come after her, and if they linked her to us they will come after us.” Meredith sighed, she didn’t thought of this earlier and he was right. But she wanted a little help for her husband, and for both of them to have a little company. Her husband suddenly started to cough, making the woman more worried about his health.

She brought a blanket and put it over her husbands back, as he stopped coughing she hugged his back in comfort. “You know what the doctor said, you need to avoid stress and doing heavy stuff. Just please trust me on this one honey..” She left a kiss on her husbands head, with an annoyed sigh he left her. She wasn’t wrong after all, they could actually use some help around here.

After sitting a while now out in the porch, the woman came out of the house. “What did he say?” You asked, as she smiled at you. “You will stay dear,” a really big grin plastered in your face. Suddenly possibilities didn’t look so imposible anymore. “But I need to tell you something kid, you need to work and help around here ‘Kay?” You nodded quickly without a doubt which made the woman smile.

It’s been a while since you’ve been living in the farm now, nothing that you could complain about tho. The food was amazing, and the animals were super cute and you loved to take care of them whenever you or the couple wanted to. One thing that you loved about living in the farm was that you could ride the horses in your free time. Eventually, you got a Job at horse teaching lessons.

You weren’t afraid of the neighbors, and surprisingly they weren’t afraid of you too. Just really really surprised that you could even exist down there. But hey, no one complained you were a good hand after all. Good kid, they said, after some couple of weeks in the business you could buy yourself a hell-phone as you called them.

It came really handy, when you were in the flower/plants field you could get easy a call from Meredith and go back to the house. Now, it wasn’t easy living with you because you weren’t a demon. The couple had to be super sneaky about you, so when outsiders came to visit the ranch you hid inside the house in your room. Not too much problem, right?

Well, after some months of your staying Meredith’s husband just got worse. With some difficulties to breath and heart problems, it was really a shame. You grew closer to the old man, and it made you sad the way that he was looking right now.

it came to a point were he had to stay in bed all day to rest, you gladly did all the Job in the farm. It wasn’t that difficult for you after all, but you guys were running out of medicine.

“We’re out of medicine for Pops” You looked worriedly at Meredith who was tired from working around in the house and helping out her husband. “Well sweetheart, I can’t really run to the store at this point. I’ll buy medicine tomorrow..” She tried to ease your nerves but that only made them grew.

“No, remember what the doctor said, Pops can’t skip any medicine. He’ll only get worse,” you made a pause as an idea popped to your head, you looked at Meredith with a smile on your face. She knew that you had something in mind “How about, I take a quick run to get medicine for pops?—“

Meredith looked at you in a hint of disapproval, but before she could say anything you spoke “Pleaseee, I swear I’ll be super low-key. And I promise I will come in the blink of an eye!” You begged her, when you had that glint in your eye she knew that you wouldn’t stop until she let you. So that’s what she did, and with a grin plastered all over your face you grabbed the keys, a hoodie and took off but not without screaming a ‘I will come early I swear!’ Before going.

It’s been a while since you were back in the loud city. You wore your hoodie all over your head, a pair of sunglasses and a mask. Driving you found the drug store where Meredith went every time you guys ran out of Medicine. You parked your car beside a huge ass van that has a logo in the center, ‘I.M.P’ Hmm strange.

You didn’t took much mind to it as you went inside the drug store. You went over to the isle four, looking for the little bottle you saw an imp with a big ass white spot in his face walking and looking for some other drug besides you. Not paying too much mind into him you took your fathers Medicine, but before you could go out of the isle you noticed how the imp was staring with wide eyes your hand.

You looked over to see if you had anything wrong and, shit! You forgot to cover your hands in front of him. Your human-skin color was standing out before his eyes before you hid them as fast as you could on your hoodie pockets. It didn’t help the fact that you had a mask and sunglasses in this heat. “Hey kid, what are you—“ You went walking as quickly as you could to the register. Him taking the drug he was looking for and following you.

Going over to the cashier you tapped the medicine in the counter, nervousness running through your whole body like a disease “Hurry up!” You told the cashier as he tapped faster on the register box. But it didn’t last when you suddenly felt a tug on your hoodie.

Ah, there was it.

Your hair slid down from your hoodie, No horns, human skin color and it was more suspicious the fact that you had a whole hoodie, mask and sunglasses in this heat.

“I knew it!” The imp shouted while you in panic grabbed the medicines and ran off. Great way to start in the city, your first time actually doing something and you already fucked it up by robbing a place.

“Wait come back here!” The imp ran after you while the cashier had wide eyes, rambling through the counter he found a phone while typing aggressively into it.

“Hey uh I think, no, I just saw a human..”

…

You were running through the parking lot while the imp chased you down, since you were faster you managed to get into the car fast enough to turn it on and take off. While the imp got into the van that was parked besides your car. “How convenient..” you thought to yourself, pressing the accelerator as fast as the car could take.

Dodging cars in the process, suddenly you took upon a closed hill and with a quick move you parked backwards. Making sure the Van wasn’t anywhere near the hill. Well damn, you still got that after a long time out of earth. Taking off in the complete opposite direction, going as quick as you could to the farm away from the city.

When you arrived to your home Meredith stood up from the couch, was she waiting for you this whole time? That’s so sweet.. “Moon pie are you okay?” She placed her warm hands over your cheeks in a comforting embrace. Which made you smile, nodding you reassured to her everything was okay.

“Look, told ya’ I would get em’ quickly.” You gave her the medicine, earning a smile from her as she walked down to her husband’s room. So you sat in the couch, still thinking about the car chase with that imp. And how it reminded you of your life in earth.

It wasn’t the best, you just.. well, existed. You didn’t exactly had a purpose. you just woke up, got to work, eat and sleep, everyday of your life in repetition. You didn’t exactly had any friends since everyone in the office kind of hated you because of a girl that made up a rumor about you sleeping with your boss.

Which wasn’t true, you told that to everyone but no one believed you. So after a while you got tired of trying, what was even the point if nobody was going to believe you anyways? You didn’t have a good relationship with your parents since they pretty much didn’t have a flying fuck about you unless people praised you.

Your father and your mother weren’t together, and you stayed with your mother. You would often be told to be seen and not heard by her, her saying “Don’t speak unless someone asks you something, in this whole room I don’t need to know you.”

It really didn’t dawn at you how fucked up your life on earth was until now. Meredith was truly your blessing, she was a good woman. You took care of them as well as they both took good care of you, starting to see them as your grandparents by now.

After a few days after the car chase, you were peacefully making breakfast. Some pancakes with fruit, keeping it balanced you then heard Meredith call you from the living room with a loud whisper. Huh? Weird.. You came walking close to her but the tv took all your attention when you saw the local news “real life human has been found at a local drugstore.” Wait, WHAT?!

#helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluva boss x reader #human!reader #blitzø #cashier backstabbing bitch #hazbin hotel #i should be asleep rn #idk what tags to use #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss season 1 #vivziepop

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Ever Unlocked

Part 8: Birthdays Are Suppose to Be Fun, Right?

Part 7: Birthdays and… Balloons?

pairings: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: small acts of violence, talks of children, Leon just grabbing Reader uncomfortably, we’re getting closer to more sprouting from Leon and Reader but we’re still in that slow burn stage i swear i have this planned out and the smut and crime are coming! 🫶🏻

Maybe, it just wasn't for her, the screaming, the crying. She could barely hear herself think over the sound of the many children who ran around the beautiful back yard, one nearly slipping on the wet pavement and falling into the pool. "Be careful there.", Leon lifted the boy's hand, keeping him steady. His eyes soft as he looked down at the young boy, maybe four or five years of age. The boy looked up at Leon, honey brown eyes shining in the sun as he smiled, freckles scrunching from the smile on his lips. "Yes, sir!", his smaller, more innocent and sweet voice called up to the older man. A chuckle met her ears as she turned to get a better look at Leon, who was watching the boy run off with his friends, she could feel his arm tight around her waist. He was side hugging her close to him, keeping a soft grip on her black sundress. She had balloons tied to the small gift bag that lay in her palm.

"You were the one who said kids liked balloons.", Leon's finger pointed towards her, his lips pressed together with a soft head shake. Her eyes shot up to him, her lips curling down as they stood in the third store, searching desperately for someone who would blow up balloons for them. "I didn't realize how many people quit filling up balloons.", the words had an air of annoyance.

"Aren't they just so cute at that age?", she didn't miss the awe in his voice, the softness he used towards the child. She gave a hum of acknowledgment, nodding as her eyes followed the children that squealed once more. Her eyes narrowed in a wince as she heard another scream in excitement; if she was honest, no, she didn't find them cute, at any age. Children just weren't her thing, she wanted to keep her avoidance of children well hidden. She was at a birthday party for a child after all, her and Leon had stopped and gotten little Amya a gift, some candy and a necklace, followed by some stuffed animal that Marvin said she had been eyeing since last week.

She hummed once more, eyes glowing slightly in the golden sun, her lips pulled back in a forced smile. "Y-yeah, so cute.", she spoke softly, despite the otherwise awkward look laced between the false agreement. Rays of sunlight bounced from the water, the pool filled with adults and children alike. The weather had kept Raccoon City in its good graces, even after the onslaught of perpetual rain that has barely soaked into the soil. Meteorologists called for slight showers today, she hoped the rain would stay at bay. Giving the town at least one day to settle before the next round of storms blew in over the horizon.

"Leon, glad you could make it man!", Marvin's voice broke her sight from the fellow partiers. "Hey! Of course, i wouldn't have missed it.", Leon's demeanor never changed from that soft act. The one he put on to fit in, watching kids playing with their respective parents. Dads with kids hanging off their arms as they talk to their wives, others holding their kids on their shoulders in the pool. There was about 15 officers, then their families. She hadn't figured there would be so many people, her hand curling slightly more into Leon's than it had been the few minutes they'd been here. "Amya and Dina are excited to meet you.", Marvin's eyes landed on her, causing her to shift closer to Leon.

She was shy, the reason Leon was holding her hand so closely. He didn't want her to feel singled out, she wasn't the wife of an officer nor was she an officer herself. She felt like she stuck out and, now, she slightly regretted the decision to join him. Her toe digging into the ground as she met Marvin's chocolate eyes. "I'm excited to meet them.", she pushed an eager look to the surface, burying down any uncomfortable or awkward behavior. She needed to calm down, a few hours and her and Leon would be back at her place scarfing down pizza and washing down the grease with cheap beer.

Leon's opposite hand came up to reach for the gift. "We snagged Amya a little thing or two on the way over. Someone-", he looked down at her, baby blues crinkled in pleasure to try and build up the girl, "was adamant that we stop for balloons, did you know that that gas station by Theo's blows up balloons?", he looked between her and Marvin. "Actually... no. That would've been nice to know before i bought a helium tank.", Marvin's hands swiped down at his jeans in annoyance. "Sixty dollars for something i won't use for another year.", he shook his head. "Well, it beats having to wait in lines and it seems you blew up a lot of balloons for this party.", Leon chucked, seeing the balloons that were tied up, tied around trees and on the porch, then some that were just thrown around on the ground.

"A pain in my ass, i'll tell you that.", Marvin sighed, a smile embedded on his lips. "But I'd do anything for my little girl.", he looked to where Leon was watching, seeing the kids still running, their joy was too much for Leon to look away from. He felt a heaviness in his chest. He wanted this, this life. A white picket fence, a doting wife and sweet, hyper children running around the yard, probably with a dog or two chasing them. "She's adorable.", he mused, his smile widening. Yeah, he'd like this life, one of peace and something that he didn't have growing up. He wondered if she wanted that life too, if she would want that white fence and modern home, those children and dogs he longed for.

He couldn't help it, but imagine her, belly swole with his child, how that pregnancy glow would affect her. He wondered if she'd bare a daughter or son? If they'd have a pink nursery or would she like neutral toned? Marvin clapped down onto Leon's shoulder, breaking his thoughts, shattering the bubble of the life he had dreamt of. "You guys settle in, have some fun and grab a plate.", he smiled back at the assistant, bidding her a nod and turning away from the two. Leon watched him leave before turning down to her. "You ever think about it?", he asked, tentatively, he didn't want to scare her off so early on. After a raised brow was quirked his way, he cleared his throat, hand coming to cover his lips. "Kids, that is.", the hope that gripped at his chest nearly made his breath become baited. "Well...", her lips curled lopsidedly, as if she were trying to pick her words carefully.

"I think kids are nice, but I don't see myself having them. They're a lot to handle and i don't think I'd be a good mother, Leon.", her voice held admittance and truth, but also shame and a slight hint of bitterness. "My family was not kind, I don't think they're in the cards for me.", she nearly whispered. Leon felt like he'd been kicked in the chest, his breath a wheeze as he looked down at her, lips parted and brows furrowed. "You don't want children?", he sounded upset, like he didn't understand how she couldn't want to become a mother. "I think you'd be a wonderful mother.", he tried to reason, holding her hand tighter. "Don't wish away kids forever just because of your past.", he was nearly begging, slightly annoyed at how easily she just brushed something he wanted off, pulling her hand so that she stepped closer to him. He had to tilt his head down a bit to catch her eyes, the ones that fled from his whenever they would catch each others. "Look at how beautiful these families loo, do you really want to push away that chance for yourself?", for us, he wanted to add those words so badly but he knew better. He may have had impulsive tendencies but he knew better than to trip up in front of so many people.

"i just don't see it for me, Leon.", she really didn't, her life was hard and her career was demanding. "Plus, i don't have anyone to have kids with, so it's not a priority and my job is demanding, Leon.", she didn't understand why he was pushing it so hard. It wasn't like they were married and needed to decide. His job was demanding too, did he not realize that? "That's talk for the future, anyway.", she brushed him off, she felt bad, pulling her hand from his but she felt like he was rushing her. They hadn't even gone on a "date" yet, considering tonight was their official start at maybe something more. That was the thing, she liked Leon, yes; she liked him. He was kind and soft and sweet but something really struck her in the moment he became a bit more pushy or his mood flipped at the drop of a hat. His hand caught hers at the last minute, bending her fingers slightly back. "Fine.", Leon let go of her hand, letting it drop to her side. "Let's just enjoy the party.", his eyes were set, his lips sucked to his teeth She held her hand, he probably didn't realize what he did, right? This was the sort of Leon that made her want to say fuck it all and just leave, but he brought her here and there wasn't anyway to get to her home unless she wanted to walk the entire way. She knew she had angered him, but it was her decision and why the hell did he want her to choose right now?

She gave him a side eye before looking for the table for the gift that laid in his opposite hand. She reached for the gift, eyes set on the table that had been decorated with the balloons and pink and purple streamers. "I'll put this up.", she whispered, not wanting to somehow anger the man more. She wondered if maybe there was more than the always clean and cut rookie, if there was something that caused the switches to flip at moments. She knew Leon had a hard past, Rebecca's ever present blabber mouth keeping her up to date with any gossip that spread like fire in a drought. Leon's hand shot out to hers, "i'll take it, just have some fun. You look like you'd rather be anywhere else.", his grip was tighter than she was comfortable with. "Hey-", she hissed, her hand trying to break from his hold. "Be quiet and sit down.", he spoke, his tone harsher than ever before as he pushed her arm towards a chair. She had never felt his touch be so rough with her as she flopped back into lawn chair a few feet from them. She watched Leon walk over to the colorful table, tossing the present alongside others. He rolled his shoulders as he walked back to her, sitting down in the chair next to hers. "I'm sorry.", he knew he had to show her he hadn't meant to hurt her, despite the fact that he had known what he was doing. He wanted her to feel bad for her decision. He wanted her to want to have children. He was going to marry her after all, if he couldn't have children with her then that just ruined every bit of his dream future. He'd have to convince her, but after the way he grabbed her he knew she wouldn't listen to him now.

Upon hearing nothing but silence on her end, Leon leaned up in the chair, head turning to face her. "Hey, i said i'm sorry, bunny.", he reached out for her wrist, his much larger fingers nearly brushing her delicate skin before she snatched it away from him. "Come on, Bunny.", he was aggravated, now she was just trying to piss him off. "I said i was sorry. I didn't mean to grab you that way, i forget my own strength. I'm not around pretty women like you that are smaller than me.", he knew making her feel bad for him would soften her up. "Honest, Bunny...", he cooed to her, his hand reaching across the gap between their chairs once more. "Come on, don't shut me out. Birthdays are suppose to be fun, right? Let's have fun, my sweet, sweet Bunny girl.", he gave her his best puppy eyes, his fingers wrapping around her wrist before she lulled her head towards him. Part of her wanted to tell him off and say that his mood swings were pissing her off, then she remembered that family may be a sore spot for him, since the murder of his own family. Sometimes those prattles that Rebecca went on were helpful, useful information instead of just who slept with who.

"Leon, you can't grab me like that.", she kept her voice down, as to not cause anymore scene than they already may have. "You hurt me.", her voice quivered slightly, her wrist being taken in his hand as she relinquished her defiance into his wants. "It scared me.", she whispered, her eyes searching his as he brushed his thumb over the thin skin of her wrist. "I know.", he meant to, "i didn't mean it. I just-", he sighed, his head hanging a bit more. "Family is a hard thing for me to talk about. I should've controlled myself, i shouldn't have brought it up because i knew it could lose my composure. I really, really am sorry.", he sounded desperate to her and it melted her heart. Seeing him so worked up over what he had done, once again that nickname rang true. A little bunny who was so easily manipulated by a few sob stories and apologies.

"Tonight, i'll tell you why it's a soft spot if you want me to.", he sighed, still brushing his thumb pad over her veins. "I want this to work out with us, this- dating- thing. I want to be with you, Bunny. Ever since i saw you on my first day, I was too shy to say anything but you were just so pretty.", he felt his cheeks light up. "Your skirts you always wear, those little kitten heels that click when you step.", her own cheeks reddened at his words. Some soft words to add to breaking her down into something he could call his. He'd work on getting her use to the idea of children in time. He knew he'd have to mold her into his perfect wife. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted her and he'd have her. He'd have that perfect life, no matter that it took on his end.

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Soundtrack of Debauchery - Part 2

Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Jessie) X Mike (Hellraiser)

Word Count: 11 591 words

Warnings: SMUT, Alcohol, Drug Use, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Threesome (F/M/M), Difficult Family Dynamics

Taglist: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @sillyrabbit81 @lena-banena @mrsevans90 @confessionbrain-writings @eclecticfashionbookszipper

A/N: I am so excited about this. I didn't think I would write something longer than the first part but I had a lot more to say about these three.

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Mikey was practically vibrating. He hadn’t seen Jessie in a month because of finals and he was going a little insane. All he wanted was to enjoy his three weeks of Christmas vacation in the company of his favorite girl.

Sy had gone back to base as usual and neither Mike nor Jessie had seen him since July. If things worked out, however, he would make it to Georgia during the week after Christmas. Mike and his mother had also been invited to spend their vacation with his aunt and uncle.

Apparently his mother had mentioned to them that she suspected Mike had a girlfriend because they had extended the invitation to Jessie without even knowing if he was really seeing anyone. He hadn’t mentioned it to her yet but he was planning to. He just didn’t know how to ask Jessie to spend her reunion with Sy with the parents of the two men who were secretly dating her at the same time.

It would do Jessie some good to spend some alone time with Sy. She was worried that maybe the chemistry they’d felt at the festival had been purely physical and that things would be different once they’d spent some time together outside of the excitement of it all. Well, she was mostly worried Sy wouldn’t feel the same. She was clearly crushing hard on Mike’s older cousin.

Mike and Jessie had both kept in touch with Sy while he was away. He would never admit it but Mike missed having his cousin around. Sy was the one person who had always stuck by his side no matter how badly he fucked up.

Mike’s mother was flying straight to Georgia but he was going to drive to Jessie’s first. If she agreed to go with him, then his plan was for them to do the last part of the drive together. The three of them still lived in three different states but at least Baltimore was on the way to Georgia. Actually, if Mike and Jessie spent a bit of time alone first, they could pick up Sy at his base and the three of them could drive to Georgia together for New Years. He liked that idea.

Jessie lived with Mel, Keith, Brody and Tom, who he had seen at the festival, in a three bedroom apartment off campus. It was a tight fit when he was around for the weekend but it was better than a tiny dorm room with a narrow single bed.

When Jessie buzzed him into the building, he ran up the steps two at a time until he reached her floor. She was waiting for him in the doorway and it was the sweetest sight he had ever seen.

Jessie had apparently gotten dressed up in anticipation of his arrival. Maybe dressed up wasn’t the right word. She was only wearing a sexy little apron and a babydoll.

“The guys better not be home. I don’t have the ability to fight for your honor the way Sy would.”

Jessie giggled, letting Mike walk her backwards into the apartment before shutting the door.

“Just you and me,” her hands slid up his leather covered arms and shoulders before tangling in the soft strands of his shaggy hair. She pulled him down to meet her lips in a hungry greeting.

“I don’t mean to fuck up your meal, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered as he kissed down her jaw, “but with you looking like this, I don’t think I can wait.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that I just put supper in the oven on a ninety minute timer.”

“Fuck, you are brilliant. You truly do think of everything.”

Feeling confident that he wouldn’t incur Jessie’s wrath for ruining the meal she worked so hard on, Mike grabbed her ass and lifted Jessie up.

“You look so fucking sexy, Babe. Will you let me take a picture?”

Jessie didn’t need to look up to know that they were heading to her bedroom. She had been the one to request the no sex in the common areas rule, it would be hypocritical of her to ignore it at the first opportunity.

“You wanna photograph me like one of your French girls, Mikey?”

She was gently deposited on the mattress and she stretched out. Mike took a step back, pulling his cell from his pocket.

“I want Sy to know what’s waiting for him if he makes it home during break.”

It was the first time Jessie was hearing about Sy possibly coming home but it immediately got her attention.

“I’ll give the details later, but Sy might get some leave time. You want to help motivate him to suck up to whoever is in charge?”

Jessie bit her lip, looking up at Mike through a hooded gaze. “What do I need to do?”

Mike unlocked his phone, pointing the camera at the gorgeous woman in front of him. “Just keep looking like sex on legs and you’ll have Sy going AWOL in no time.”

He snapped a few pictures, acting like he was putting into practice everything he’d learned in his elective photography class.

“Okay, now get on your knees and lose the apron.”

Jessie moved like a feline tracking its prey, crawling to the edge of the bed where she held herself up on her knees. Her eyes never left Mikey’s as she untied the apron behind her back then around her neck, letting it fall to the floor.

Mike groaned, filming without really looking at what he was doing. Why would he look at the screen when the real thing was only a few feet away?

“Look at you all wrapped up like the perfect Christmas gift. Anything you wanna say to Sy, Sweetcheeks?”

“I miss you,” she spoke into the lens, “I’d be really happy to see you but I’ll wait for you if you can’t come home yet.”

Mike gave Jessie a fond smile before quickly sending Sy a few of the pictures and the short video with strict instructions to look at everything once he was alone. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over the desk chair and putting his phone in the pocket.

“Just you and me now, Sweetcheeks,” he said, facing Jessie again. “Did you miss me too?”

“Fishing for a compliment, Mikey?”.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, bridging the gap between them. His hands traveled over her ass and thighs, holding her tight against him. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I missed you, Mikey,” she said earnestly. “Want me to show you how much?”

Mikey nodded eagerly, letting Jessie pull away. While she worked on getting his pants off, Mike pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Jessie lowered herself down onto her stomach, licking her lips as she admired Mike’s cock which stood hard and proud against the light happy trail on his stomach.

She began by placing kisses up Mike’s inner thigh. She loved to tease him with how sensitive and responsive he was. He released a shuddering breath when she finally wrapped her luscious lips around the head of his dick.

Mike brushed the back of his fingers down Jessie’s cheek almost reverently as she worked her magic on his length. He couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. Her pert ass was peeking out from below this sheer fabric of her babydoll, giving him visions of all the filthy things he wanted to do to it over their upcoming time together.

Jessie had one hand wrapped around his shaft, moving in time with her mouth but suddenly she snuck it between his legs and teased his balls.

“Oh fuck, do that again,” Mike gasped, tangling his fingers through Jessie’s hair.

Lost in the feeling, Mike’s hips moved almost of their own accord, thrusting forward and taking over the pace. He had just enough awareness left in him to drag her off his dick before he came down her throat.

“As much as I love that wicked mouth of Sweetcheeks, I’m not gonna make it much longer if you keep going.”

Jessie pushed her bottom lip out, making her displeasure known with an innocent little pout.

“Aw, don’t be like that, gorgeous, you’re gonna like what happens next.”

Mike leaned over, pulling open the bottom drawer of Jessie’s bedside table. He knew exactly what he was looking for and where to find it.

“Get on your knees. Face down, sweet cheeks up.”

The smirk came back to her lips and Jessie turned around, presenting her ass to Mikey with an enticing wiggle. She yelped when Mikey placed a sharp spank on her lace covered flesh. The fancy panties that she’d bought just for this occasion were soaked, leaving a dark patch on the powder pink fabric. Jessie could feel the wetness smearing on her inner thighs as Mikey slowly dragged them off.

“Which color do you want?”

“Red.”

Mike’s warm fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh until it reached her waiting core. He pushed two fingers inside and Jessie immediately clenched around them.

“Are you sure?” He was a little surprised by her answer and he needed to be certain that she wasn’t just saying what she thought he wanted to hear.

“Yes.”

Pulling his fingers from her wet heat, Mike slid up to Jessie’s puckered hole. With gentle pressure, he circled the tight ring of muscle, coating her in her juices. The bottle of lube clicked open and the coolness of the gel was added to the mix of sensations.

With his free hand, Mike worked open the felt pouch that contained the metal butt plug. It came in a set, each one having a different colored jewel on the end. He and Jessie had been using them for a few months. It had been her idea. She wanted to be able to take both Mike and Sy at the same time.

It would be their first time trying out the one with the red jewel. It was the biggest one of the set but at its thickest point was still not as wide as either man’s sizeable girth.

“Ready?”

Jessie folded her arms under her cheek, finding Mikey’s gaze over her shoulder.

“Ready,” she confirmed.

Mike started with one finger, easily slipping in with the abundant lube. He continued to work her open until he was able to add a second finger. Wanting to ensure the least amount of discomfort possible, Mike dipped the plug into her core, getting it nice and slick before adding more lube to the smooth metal.

“Breathe for me, Sweetcheeks.”

Jessie obeyed, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out. Mike withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the tapered tip of the plug. She clenched unintentionally from the contrast of the cool metal and she had to concentrate on relaxing her body.

With carefully controlled pressure, Mikey began to sink the plug into Jessie’s opening. She pressed back against it, helping him along.

When he began to feel more resistance, Mike paused, stroking a hand soothingly up and down Jessie’s back.

“You’re doing fucking amazing, keep breathing for me.”

He moved the plug out then back in again, slowly working more of it in with each thrust. Jessie’s whole body jerked a little when the last of the plug sank in but the sting faded quickly as the heavy plug settled within her.

“Sorry.” Mike quickly cleaned his fingers with a wet wipe. “Does it feel okay?” he asked, blanketing her body with his and placing gentle kisses across her shoulders and nape.

Jessie’s eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in pants. She tested the sensation by moving her hips against Mike’s pulsing manhood.

“Yes.” It felt more than okay though she didn’t quite know how to put it into words.

Mike wrapped an arm around her front, helping her upright. His hands were everywhere, roughly groping at her tits and thighs until Jessie snapped and pulled him down onto the bed.

She mounted him, rubbing her dripping folds over his shaft as she captured his lips in a feverish kiss. Her soft hand wrapped around the base and she was about to sink down on him when Mike’s panicked hands found her hips.

“Hold on, Sweetcheeks, still need to get a condom.”

Jessie’s eyes went wide, realizing what she’d been about to do.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

The box of condoms Mike had bought the last time he visited was already on the bed next to the lube. With the protection situation quickly rectified, Jessie finally impaled herself on Mike’s gorgeous cock.

“Jesus, I can feel the plug rubbing against me from inside.”

It was a good thing the both of them were equally worked up because neither of them was going to last. Jessie’s head was tipped back, her eyes closed and her mouth agape.

Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away as she worked toward her rapture. He helped her along, pinching and twisting her nipples before slipping a hand to her clit. Her body shuddered violently when she exploded around him, her walls pulsing and pulling him into his own rapture.

Jessie collapsed on top of Mike, pressing her face into his neck. He wrapped both arms possessively around her, nuzzling into her hair.

“What do you say to taking however much time we have left before your timer goes off to take a hot shower?”

“I think that might be a necessity at this point.”

Trailing his fingers down her spine, Mike gently cupped Jessie’s ass. “Tell me if it starts getting uncomfortable.”

“I will. I just wanna lay here a little longer.”

That was fine with Mike. The girls he used to hook up with always told him how different he was from their other booty calls because he used to stick around and cuddle after they’d finished. They thought it was to give him a better shot at a repeat visit but the truth was, he just needed the closeness.

Holding Jessie always felt different though. It not only satisfied the part of him that was touch starved, it satisfied the part of him that craved to be loved. He’d been biting his tongue whenever the words threatened to spill out, too afraid that if he said it first, she wouldn’t say it back. He didn’t think he would be able to handle that kind of rejection so, instead, he just held her a little tighter, hoping one day she would say the three little words he longed to hear.

Though she had initially been unsure about meeting Mike’s mother and Sy’s parents, Jessie did agree that if Sy got his leave, she would go with them to Georgia. On Christmas Eve, Sy called to say that he would be able to leave the base on the twenty-sixth, solidifying their plans.

Not wanting to waste any of Sy’s precious off time, Jessie and Mike slept through Christmas evening and hit the road before dawn.

At twelve o’clock on the dot, the two of them waited outside Sy’s base with breakfast sandwiches and coffees in hand. They were both pretty tired after the nine hour drive but Sy would be able to take over if ever Mike couldn’t make it through the last stretch.

There were a dozen other cars around with parents, siblings, husbands, wives and children eagerly awaiting their loved ones. Mike held Jessie as he leaned back against the hood of his car. Her leg had been bouncing up and down for the past hour. At first, Mike thought it was because she was getting restless from being cooped up in the car but he could tell now that it was the nerves of seeing Sy again after so long.

The first group of soldiers made their way out and the lot filled with excited chatter. Jessie studied each face as they came into view, searching for her man, but was disappointed to find that he was not amongst them.

“He’ll be here, don’t worry,” Mike whispered in her ear, squeezing her hip.

She tried to remain calm as the second, larger group came out. After a few of the men dispersed, she spotted one of the guys she’d seen that summer at the festival. Sure enough, Sy was not far behind.

She darted out of Mikey’s hold, sprinting towards him.

“Incoming!” Mike bellowed across the lot, immediately catching his cousin’s attention.

Sy grinned, dropping his pack and bracing himself as Jessie jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist so tightly that it almost made it hard to breathe but, to Sy, that just meant that she was really there with him.

His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that was probably bordering on pornographic but he couldn’t care less about anyone seeing. It was his confirmation that Jessie still wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

When her lungs began to burn, Jessie reluctantly broke their kiss, gazing into Sy’s stunningly blue eyes. Someone beside them cursed, drawing both her and Sy’s attention. They turned their heads just in time to see Sy’s friend, Gabe, tearing a twenty dollar bill from someone’s hands.

“What is that about?” Jessie asked, turning her eyes back to Sy.

“They thought I was lyinʼ about ya goin’ out with both me and Mike. They thought it was my way of hidinʼ that you’d chosen him over me in the end.”

“And with a kiss like that you just won me twenty bucks,” Gabe beamed.

Jessie didnʼt recognize the other soldier so he hadn’t been at the festival that summer. If he had, heʼd have known she was equally crazy about both men.

“Come on, Nate,” Mike shouted from the car. “Youʼll have plenty of time to feel her up on the road. The faster we leave, the faster I can join in.”

Jessie giggled as Sy set her back onto the ground, picking up his bag and throwing an arm around Jessie’s shoulder.

“Bye, Gabe!”

“Nice to see you again, Jessie!”

When they finally parked outside Sy’s childhood home four hours later, the nerves found their way back to Jessie’s stomach.

“So umm, we need to talk about something before we go in,” Mike said as he shut off the car and turned to face Sy and Jessie who sat in the back seat. “Jessie got invited because my mom told your mom that she thought I had a girlfriend.”

Jessie and Sy both nodded. They already knew that.

“What do we tell them when we get inside? Do we tell them straight up that you’re dating the both of us and get it out of the way?”

“It’s what we did with my mom,” Jessie pointed out.

“Yes, but your mom also offered me a hit from her joint as soon as we walked through the door.”

Jessie’s mom was definitely unique, that was true. She was a gender studies professor who believed in female empowerment and embracing one’s sexuality. Her only question had been when could she meet Sy.

But she really wanted to make a good impression with Mike and Sy’s family and that didn’t involve being branded a whore from the moment she set foot in the house. What if they didn’t understand?

“Maybe it would be best if we didn’t tell them right now,” she eventually admitted, looking down at her shaking hands.

“It would probably be easier for them all to accept our relationship if they got to know you first,” Sy agreed though the words tasted awful as he said them. “If we tell them now they’ll make up this idea of who you are in their heads and it’ll be really hard to break it afterwards.”

“It sucks that my mom blabbed about us. This probably would have been easier if they got to know you as Sy’s girlfriend first.”

Jessie didn’t have time to ask him why before he was pushing his door open and climbing out of the car. Sy and Jessie did the same just as a man and two women came down the house’s front steps.

The older of the two women went straight for Sy, greeting him with a warm embrace. Mike on the other hand didn’t hug the woman who Jessie guessed was his mother. He said a quick hello then shook hands with Sy’s dad.

After releasing her son, Mrs. Syverson gave Mike an expectant look and he smiled sheepishly as he approached her.

“Hi Aunt B.”

Aunt B hugged Mike just as tight as she did Sy, albeit not as long, while Sy hugged both his dad and Mike’s mother.

“It’s good to see you two boys here together again,” Aunt B said before turning to Jessie. “I take it this is your mystery lady, Mike?”

Mike came to stand by Jessie’s side, taking her hand in his. “Yes. This is my girlfriend, Jessie. Jessie, these are Sy’s parents, Barbara and Robert, and this is my mother, Jill.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Jessie said with a shy smile.

“Welcome to our home, Jessie,” Sy’s mother said. “We are so very glad to have ya with us. Come on in!”

They hadnʼt even taken the bags out of the car but they seemed to think that it could wait until later.

“When we heard that Nate would be home today, we decided to delay our Christmas dinner. I know you boys are probably already starvin’. I made all your favorites.”

Though Jessie knew Sy was a military nickname, it was weird to hear his family refer to him by his given name. She made a mental note to ask him which one he wanted her to use.

The group made their way inside where a table of snacks had been set up in the living room. Mike immediately shoved a piece of cheese in his mouth but his mother slapped his hand away from the plate as he reached for another.

“Where are your manners? Offer your guest something to drink before you stuff your face.”

“I just got here, I don’t even know what there is to drink!”

Mr. Syverson shook his head, addressing Jessie himself. “We have white wine, beer, juice and soda in the fridge and Mike can show ya the liquor cabinet if ya want to make yourself a drink. Lord knows he raided it enough times as a kid.”

Sy was faster, walking over to said cabinet and shifting the bottles aside until he found his favorite bottle of whiskey and a bottle of spiced rum for Jessie. During their virtual dates, Sy had paid attention, learning a few of her likes, dislikes and habits. She drank rum and cokes as a cocktail but preferred wine with food. She always had a blanket nearby just in case she got cold or sometimes simply because she wanted to be cozy. His favorite thing he’d learned was that when she yawned, she made this sound—almost like a little squeak—that reminded him of a puppy.

Not wanting anyone to question why Sy already knew what she wanted to drink, Jessie dragged Mike to the fridge to get the bottle of coke. She could have gone alone but she felt uncomfortable serving herself. Mike grabbed a beer before guiding her to a cabinet to choose what size glass she wanted.

“Thank you,” Jessie whispered to Sy, setting the glasses on the table for him to fill.

“My pleasure, Sweetheart.”

Mrs. Syverson checked on the turkey in the oven, filling the room with the delicious aroma and making Jessie’s stomach grumble.

“See, we should have started with the food,” Mikey muttered under his breath. Jessie poked him in the ribs for his comment but leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Drinks in hand, the three of them returned to the living room where Mike and Jessie sat on the loveseat, and Sy took the folding chair that had been added to provide the missing seat.

“Did the drive go well, Mike?”

“Yeah, it was fine. There was no traffic at four in the morning so that definitely made getting out of the city less painful.”

“Why on Earth would ya have been on the road that early?” Mr. Syverson asked in a tone that made Jessie feel like a child being scolded. By the look on Mike’s face, it had the same effect on him and she felt the need to stand up for him.

“It made sense for us to pick up Sy on the way here and we didn’t want him to have to wait for us all day.”

“That’s very considerate of you, Jessie,” Aunt B said, shooting her husband a sideways glance. “We are very grateful that you two could pick him up. We hadnʼt seen him in almost a year since he moved to that base.”

Sy knew his mother hadnʼt been thrilled that he spent his summer leave with his army buddies instead of coming home. They’d grown used to him coming home on weekend leaves but that hadnʼt been possible since heʼd started Special Forces training.

“Ya know I would visit more if I could.”

“I know, dear. Itʼs not as if ya lived only twenty minutes away yet hadn’t stopped by in months.”

The not so subtle dig had very clearly been meant for Mike. Whenever he had a spare weekend where he wasnʼt working or studying, he was with Jessie. He hadn’t seen his mother in three months and apparently she had shared that fact with his aunt and uncle.

Mike had become so used to hiding his life from his mother that he didn’t really know how to share it with her anymore. It had been that way ever since the time his school had called his mother to say that they suspected he’d been smoking weed on school grounds. The only reason they hadn’t expelled him was because they couldn’t prove it because he’d dumped his stash. She’d looked so disappointed. Not wanting to ever see that look in her eyes again, he had stopped sharing things with her altogether. Good or bad.

“Iʼve been busier than usual this last semester.”

“I know, honey,” Jill reassured her son, patting Mike’s knee. “But it’s your final year, you’re almost done!”

“Have ya started lookin’ for jobs for after ya graduate?” Mr. Syverson asked, reaching to pile a few pieces of cheese and some vegetables on a little novelty napkin.

The house was not fully decorated for the holiday season but there was what looked like a handmade table runner under the plates of appetizers and various seasonal figurines on the fireplace mantle.

Next to a ceramic reindeer was a picture of two young boys who had to be Sy and Mike. They were standing on a pier each with their arm over the other’s shoulders and soaking wet from head to toe.

If she had to guess, Jessie would say Sy was around thirteen and Mike was around ten. There was no difficulty distinguishing between the two boys with Sy being a fair bit taller than Mike. And there was no mistaking that always perfectly ruffled head of hair for anyone else’s.

“I haven’t really thought about what I’m going to do once I graduate.”

“Why not? I’m sure most of the students graduatin’ next summer have already found their future employer.”

“Well, it’s hard to look for a job without knowing where I’m going to live after graduating.”

Jessie frowned, looking at Mike then at Sy. It was the first she had heard that Mike would be moving after graduation but Sy seemed unphased.

“Maybe havin’ a job lined up would fix that. Ya might not have the luxury of being picky. When it’s your first job, ya go where the work is, ya don’t wait until it finds you.”

The oven timer went off, saving Mike from having to come up with an answer to that statement. Seeing that he was a little frazzled, Jessie took Mikey’s hand as Jill, Barbara and Robert stood to help put the finishing touches on their meal.

Sy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You didn’t tell her, did you?” he spoke in a low voice, glancing over to make sure his family in the kitchen couldn’t hear.

“Tell me what?”

Mike pulled Jessie into his side, placing a kiss on her temple. “I was going to ask you if you wanted us to get a place together after graduation but Rob let the cat out of the bag before I got anything really figured out.”

“In Baltimore?” Jessie didn’t want to assume anything but Mikey did say he wasn’t sure where he would be living.

“If that’s what you want. Or maybe somewhere a little further south that Sy could call home too.”

Mouth agape, Jessie looked to Sy for confirmation before she allowed herself to get too excited.

“I’ve been tellin’ him that I shouldn’t influence your decision about where to move because I could be shipped out at any time but he’s been pretty insistent that if that was what you wanted, he would do it.”

Mikey stood, holding his hand out to help Jessie from the couch.

“Let’s talk about that later. We still have an entire meal of awkward small talk ahead of us and we need to save our strength.”

Unfortunately, he was only half joking about needing strength. Jessie finished her drink and Sy exchanged her empty cup for a glass of white wine.

Sy’s parents sat on one side of the table with Jessie and Mike across from them. Once again, Sy was the odd one out, sitting at the end of the table across from his aunt. At least Jessie was between him and Mike which allowed Sy to brush their knees together under the table without anyone noticing.

Everyone’s plates were filled and they all eagerly dug into their meal.

“I’m glad we could all be here together, it’s been so long,” Jill said.

“It really has,” Aunt B agreed with a warm smile.

“And I’m really happy you could join us, Jessie. I’ve never had the opportunity to meet any of Mike’s girlfriends.”

“There’s no time to meet them when they change every other week.”

It was the truth but Mrs. Syverson still gave her husband a pointed look. Not everyone could be so lucky as to find the woman they wanted to marry on the first go.

“What about you, honey?” she asked, turning her attention to her son. “Has anyone caught your fancy?”

Sy froze halfway through a bite of turkey, his eyes finding Jessie for all of half a second before fixating on his food again. He took his time swallowing the food, putting a hand on her knee below the table before he answered his mother.

“You could say that.”

“I see the military hasn’t changed ya. It’s still like pullin’ worms, the pair of you,” Mrs. Syverson gestured to both boys with her fork.

“That’s because they got so used to covering for each other whenever they got in trouble,” Mr. Syverson said.

“Thick as thieves those two used to be,” his wife added more lightheartedly. She had a fond smile on her face, as if she was picturing them as two young troublemaking boys again.

They still are, Jessie thought.

“Mike mentioned that he used to spend most of his summers here with Sy.”

“Yes, well, as I’m sure you have guessed, Mike was an energetic little boy. At first we wanted to give Jill some time to breathe but then the boys got so attached to each other that we figured it would keep them both busy through the summer boredom.”

It wasn’t at all hard to imagine that Mike would have been a hard child to care for all alone. Mike had said his teachers wanted him to get checked for ADHD but they hadn’t had the money for the evaluation or for the expensive medication so nothing had ever come of it.

“I missed not having my baby with me but it did give me two months of night shifts every year which helped pay for his first year of college.”

Jill sounded so proud that she had been able to do that for her son. It must have been quite the sacrifice to have to choose between keeping her boy close and helping him pay for his future.

She remembered Mike mentioning that Mr. and Mrs. Syverson had contributed the remaining tuition money from his grandparents’ inheritance.

“So what do you do, dear? Are you in school with Mike?” Mrs. Syverson asked Jessie.

“Not exactly… I’m a double major in English and writing at Loyola university.”

“You live in Maryland?” Jill sounded shocked. At least it helped explain why she hadn’t met Jessie yet. “How did you and Mike even meet?”

“We met at a music festival in Virginia.”

The adults nodded. Well, technically they were all adults but judging by the looks on Mike and Sy’s faces, they felt the same way she did; like they were children sitting at the grown-ups table.

“So you like that headache inducin’ music too, I take it? That I don’t miss hearin’ around the house.”

“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Jessie confirmed with a small laugh.

“So the two of you have been together since July then? Must be getting serious.”

Mike groaned, “Mom, we’ve literally been on like six dates, could you hold off a little before you start picking china patterns?”

Sy struggled to hide his frustration that all the attention was on Mike and Jessie. To him, Jessie was as much his girlfriend as she was Mike’s. Just because he had fucked her in the last six month didn’t mean he was more of a boyfriend than Sy was.

Of course Sy wanted his parents to get to know Jessie. He wanted them to grow to care for her as much as he had, but he wanted them to do so as his girlfriend. He was damn proud to be with her and he didn’t like keeping her a dirty little secret.

He managed to hang on until the empty plates were cleared before he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m a little beat from the drive, I think I’ll call it a night.”

A disappointed look fell over Jessie’s face as she gaped up at Sy. He couldn’t bring himself to meet her eye while he moved around to kiss his Mama goodnight. Jessie wasn’t the only one to be disappointed by the situation.

“I think we’ll follow you up,” Mike said, putting his hand on Jessie’s lower back and looking to her for a subtle nod of agreement. “We’ve been awake since way too early. I know where the sheets are, I’ll make up the bed.”

“No need. Mike you are sharin’ with Nathan, Jill is already set up in your room and Jessie will take the second guest bedroom down here.”

“What?” Mike’s head whipped to his uncle as he scoffed. “I’m not fifteen, you can’t tell me that I’m not allowed to share a room with my girlfriend.”

His uncle stayed firm, jabbing his finger down on the table.

“As long as you’re still under my roof, as far as Iʼm concerned, the same rules apply. No girls behind closed doors. I have no intention of watchin’ ya face the same choices my brother did and he was a year older than ya which proves that age has nothing to do with responsibility.”

“Pop—” Sy’s attempt to calmly placate his father was interrupted when Mike hastily stood from his chair.

“Don’t fucking compare me to him!” he growled.

“Mike! Language!”

Mike ignored his mother’s admonishment.

“And what the fuck do you mean having to face the same choice?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Jessie didn’t have a clue what was going on beyond the obvious “no sex under my roof” rule and her eyes went back and forth between Mike and his uncle as they stared each other down. Mike never talked about his dad and Jessie had never asked not wanting to reopen old wounds. By the direction of the current conversation, it seemed that her choice had been wise. Beside them, the two other women remained completely silent but Barbara put her hand over Jill’s on her lap.

“It’s nice to see you think so low of me that you actually believe I would hesitate for even a second about what to do.” To the untrained ear, the bite in his words might sound like anger but Jessie knew that was only to mask the hurt he was feeling.

“That’s because no matter how hard I tried, ya still turned out like him! Ya party all the time, you’ve slept with damn near half the girls in Nate’s year—yeah, I know about that—and from last I heard, ya barely show up to enough classes to scrape by. You’re a good kid Mike but ya make stupid decisions. Ya may not like to hear it but you’re just like your dad.”

Sy was furious. His father had gone over the line. Apparently he’d chosen that particular moment to give Mike some tough love. What he didn’t realize was that Jessie was the exact reason why Mike didn’t need that anymore. Mike wanted to be more responsible. He was trying really hard to be the kind of man he thought Jessie deserved. His cousin, who had never earned above a B in his entire academic career, had gotten an A on not one, but two midterms. Sy couldn’t be anything other than proud because he knew how much effort and work had been needed to get those grades.

Now, however, Mike was working hard on maintaining his last shred of self-control. His fists clenched so tightly at his sides that Sy was afraid he might draw his own blood but rather than lash out, Mike stormed out through the back door without another word.

“That was uncalled for,” Jill said quietly.

“You wouldn’t be sayin’ that if ya ended up a grandmother by age forty-five.”

“You don’t know that that would happen.”

“Ya don’t know that it wouldn’t.”

Jessie’s gaze fell to her lap where she was wringing the cloth napkin in her hands. Shame burned at her cheeks. Had she suddenly turned invisible? These people were debating what would happen if Mike got her pregnant as if she wasn’t there to hear it.

“I’m goin’ to go find Mike. Don’t expect any of us back tonight.”

Sy walked around the table, helping Jessie up and leading her towards the mudroom where Mike had escaped. Outside, Mike’s car was gone and that was the last straw. Jessie burst into tears.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, come here.”

Sy pulled Jessie against his chest, holding her close as she sobbed.

“Why did your dad say all those things to Mikey?”

“Because my dad never forgave Chris for abandoning his son. It don’t make anything he said right but in his mind, he was protectin’ ya from goin’ through the same shit aunt Jill did. Neither of us had tried to bring home a girl since we finished high school so I guess we both just assumed that old rule wouldn’t apply anymore.”

“What about you? Why were you so eager to go off to bed?”

With a sigh, he released Jessie, cupping her face so she looked up at him.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard to watch you and Mike together. The best I got in the last six months was a Skype call so I got a little jealous watchin’ him touch ya the way I’ve been wishin’ I could. And I kinda wished that my mama would’ve been tryin’ to get to know ya because she wanted to, not because she was bein’ polite to a guest.”

A wave of guilt washed over Jessie.

“We didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Sweetheart. Thank you.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead then another to her lips.

“What do we do now? Where would he go?”

Sy gave her a small smile, looking every bit as handsome as Jessie remembered in the evening light.

“I already know where he is. For now, we give him a bit of time to cool off, then you go show him that whatever you heard tonight didn’t change what you think of him.” Sy hesitated for a moment. “It didn’t, did it?”

“Of course not!”

“Good.” He gave a determined nod then took Jessie’s hand in his. “Now come on, I need your help with something, then we can go bring Mike home.”

The woods behind the creek hadn’t changed since the last time Mike had been there. It did seem that the newer generations had found a different place to hangout and get drunk because it was devoid of the normal empty beer cans. Or maybe teenagers had gotten better at clearing their trash in the last few years.

A big tree had fallen over years ago and it served as a bridge to cross over the water. It made the hideout more secluded but it was also a bitch to cross once the alcohol hit and everyone had to go home.

The rocks that they used to use to form their fire pit were still there and Mike rearranged them in a circle around the hole in the ground. He cleared the dead leaves and dug it out a little more before collecting some broken tree branches and taking some bark from a nearby Birch.

Building the base of his fire was almost meditative. It gave Mike something to think about besides how horribly dinner had ended. No matter how angry he had been, he shouldn’t have abandoned Jessie there. At least Sy was around to take care of her. Sharing seemed to have some advantages.

Mike took hold of the joint he had placed behind his ear before getting out of the car and lit it, taking a long drag. He held the smoke in his lungs until they burned before slowly letting it out and moving the lighter to the Birch bark. He fed small twigs to the flame, progressively adding bigger wood until he no longer needed to nurture the flame to keep it alight.

“Still a closet pyro I see.”

Mike whipped around at the sound of Sy’s voice. Jessie stood by his side, one hand in his and the other clutching his bicep.

“Are you okay?” she asked even if she knew he wasn’t.

“Don’t worry about it.” Mike turned back towards the fire, finishing off his joint before throwing the butt into the fire.

“Don’t do that,” Jessie pleaded, letting go of Sy to sit beside Mike and resting her head on his shoulder. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t hurt.”

“I’m sorry I bailed. I figured it was better to get out of there before I flipped over a table or something. Aunt B worked hard on her meal and she didn’t deserve for it to be sprayed all over the floor.”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for leaving. If you need to calm down and clear your head before you can talk things over then that’s what I want you to do.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he lied.

“Isn’t there?” Sy challenged, dropping down on Mike’s other side. “I know you, Mike. Fire is what ya do when your thoughts get too loud. So what are they yellin’ about?”

Mike closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His thoughts were yelling about so many things. Useless, waste of space, unworthy. He was already working through twenty-one years worth of insecurities and twenty-one years worth of hatred and resentment for his father before his uncle said what he’d said.

Mike knew nothing about his dad except for the few breadcrumbs his uncle or his mother had dropped about him over the years which were by no means flattering. Those breadcrumbs could be summarized in three words: girls, drugs, crime.

“Maybe you’re better off with Sy.”

“What?” Sy and Jessie spoke simultaneously but with very different tones. Jessie sounded shocked, looking at Mike with wide eyes. Sy’s voice was a low, angry growl.

“I mean, everything Rob said was true. You deserve better than a fuck up like me.”

“You think that acting like a teenager when you’re in high school makes you a fuck up?” Sy asked, pulling Mike’s attention away from the look of pure hurt on Jessie’s face. “And what makes me more deserving of Jessie than you?”

“You’re the golden boy. Graduated early, free ride to college on a football scholarship, promptly moving up the ranks and now you’re Spec Ops.”

Sy stayed quiet for a long moment, taking in Mike’s words. He’d never known Mike felt that way about him. There might have been a time when they were kids where Mike followed him around trying to be like him but he’d just chalked that up to normal childhood behaviors. He never thought that Mike would be… what? Threatened? Insecure? Jealous? He didn’t really know but that sounded like the kind of conversation the two of them should have on their own.

“I was only the golden boy because I was better at not getting caught.” Sy gently shoved Mike’s head aside, earning him a fleeting smile from the younger man. “You know none of that makes me better than you though, right?”

Mike shrugged as pulled his knees up, wrapping his arms around his legs and clasping his hands together. “Why shouldn’t it?”

“Because you’re your own person with your own skill set. You can’t compare yourself to me and pop should never have compared you to Chris because you’re not him either.”

Jessie nodded emphatically. “He’s right,” she said, putting a hand on Mike’s cheek but he didn’t dare turn his face to look at her.

“I love you both just the way you are, Mikey.”

That caused both men to fix their gaze on Jessie.

“You what?” Mikey spoke almost inaudibly.

Jessie pulled her hand away, scrambling to get her feet under her. “Nothing!”

Mikey didn’t let her escape, instead catching her wrist and drawing her back down to his lap.

“Say it again,” he whispered with his forehead pressed against hers.

Jessie’s breath hitched as she looked into Mike’s vulnerable eyes. She hadn’t meant to pick such a moment to make her admission but he needed to know exactly how she felt.

“I love you, Mike.”

She’d been thinking about it for a little while now but she hadn’t wanted to say it over the phone.

“I love you too, Gorgeous.”

Mike placed a tender kiss on her lips, holding Jessie close to his body. Mike would have loved to stay that way all night but he could sense Sy shifting awkwardly by his side.

He placed one more kiss on Jessie’s cheek before nudging her towards Sy who happily moved her to sit astride his lap.

“It’s okay if you need more time,” Sy said, as if that would make it hurt less if she didn’t say those three little words to him.

Jessie shook her head, wrapping her arms around Sy’s neck. “I don’t. I love you.”

“And I love you, Jessie.”

He took his time as he kissed her, making sure to convey just how much he loved and cared for Jessie.

“As much fun as we had the last time the three of us spent a night outdoors, I think our bed is calling our name.”

“I don’t think I can go back tonight, Sweetcheeks.” Mike didn’t want to make his girlfriend spend the night out in the cold with him but he wasn’t ready to face his uncle and there were no motels within an hour’s drive.

“Hmm… Well, I guess it’s a good thing that Sy and I have a surprise for you, then.”

Mike squinted suspiciously as Jessie and Sy shared a conspiratorial look.

Jessie drove Mike’s car through town, following Sy back to their home for the night. He was uncharacteristically quiet by her side but he kept a hand on her thigh the whole time which helped reassure her that though he was still lost to his thoughts, he was holding on to her rather than pushing her away.

“If the trailer is a-rocking…” Mikey said when the car came to a stop in front of the motorhome.

“Don’t come a-knocking,” Jessie finished. “I thought you might like this. It was Sy’s idea.”

“You know this isn’t much of a step up from the tent, right?”

“It has electricity, a tiny bathroom with running water, a king sized bed… How is it not a step up?”

“Wait seriously? A king bed?”

Jessie smiled, seeing her fun-loving and easygoing boyfriend slowly crawl his way out of the pit his sour mood had thrown him in.

“Come on. Sy’s waiting for us.”

Jessie pushed her door open but Mikey didn’t move. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his old zippo lighter.

“I was supposed to give you guys a night alone.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it up to him.”

Mike exhaled a slow breath, nodding once before following Jessie out of the car. After pulling their bags from the trunk, they made their way inside the trailer where Sy had already set out three beers on the dinette table. Sy took both their bags and brought them into the bedroom, while Mike pulled Jessie into his side, kissing her cheek before he guided her to take a seat on one side of the table while he sat on the other.

When Sy returned, he paused for a moment but followed Mike’s lead, sitting beside Jessie who snuggled into his side like a cat.

“How much did you smoke tonight?” he questioned as he studied the younger man.

He assumed by how buzzed Mike looked, that the joint he’d seen him finish was not his first but they’d only left him for forty-five minutes at most—just enough time for them to tow the trailer to the campsit then go find Mike. Sy hoped Mike hadn’t opted for chain smoking as a coping mechanism when he could have talked it out with either him or Jessie.

Mike’s eyelids drooped, partially concealing the redness behind them. “Just one joint.”

Sy was tempted to call bullshit but he didn’t want it to sound like an accusation instead of the concern he actually felt.

Mike seemed to already know what he was thinking though, not needing to hear the words aloud. “I haven’t been smoking much lately. I lost my tolerance,” he shrugged, leaning back into the corner of the bench and throwing his leg over the seat.

Sy suspected—as he did with most other changes in Mike’s life lately—that Jessie was the cause of his reduced consumption.

“So, Nate,” Mike said, changing the subject, “you never told us what you thought of that little early Christmas gift I sent you.”

“Meaning that video? Which I opened in a room filled with senior officers, thanks for the heads up by the way.”

Mikey had the audacity to look smug, causing Sy to roll his eyes while shaking his head. In his defense, he had said that Sy should open it while he was alone. Sy turned his attention to Jessie instead.

“Pink is sexy as hell on you, Sweetheart,” he whispered against her neck as he held her close.

“I’ll have to give you a live show sometime.”

Jessie’s eyes closed, her head tipping to the side to give Sy better access. If the table hadn’t been in the way, he would have pulled her onto his lap as he began kissing down her throat.

“Don’t need anything more than you, right here, to get me hard as fuckin’ steel.”

Mike watched with rapt attention as Sy slowly teased Jessie. His hands roamed over her breasts before moving downwards. Unfortunately, the table obscured his view of what he did once they reached the waistband of her pants but Jessie’s gasp told him all he needed to know.

“Missed that sound. I hear it in my dreams,” he confessed.

“Must make for damn good dreams,” Mike smirked, shifting in his seat.

Jessie’s breath hitched as Sy’s fingers circled her clit over her panties with just enough pressure to work her up without really giving her any satisfaction.

“Why are we talking about dreams when we could all have the real thing right here, right now?”

Neither man argued, moving to stand from the table. Sy pulled Jessie up, revealing her jeans which were wide open and the bright red panties below. Mikey had picked them out before they left but he’d been shooed out of the room before Jessie slipped them on and it had been driving him crazy not knowing how they looked on her and whether she’d worn a matching bra.

Sy tossed Jessie on her stomach on the bed and dexterously stripped her of her skinny jeans. Mike had been right, Jessie’s ass was to die for in those panties. It seemed Sy shared his opinion because he gave her a sharp spank and bit the meat of her juicy ass so hard there was no doubt she’d have a mark afterwards.

Jessie groaned with a mix of pleasure and sweet pain, reaching back to place a hand on Sy’s scruffy cheek. She tried to guide him to her center but instead, he moved away, kissing down the back of her legs. Once he reached one ankle, he flipped her onto her back and kissed back up the other leg.

Mike removed Jessie’s shirt—happy to find that she had indeed worn the matching bra—before settling on the bed with her between his legs and her head on his lap. The position gave him the perfect angle to play with her tits while Sy dragged the naughty red lace down her thighs.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he said almost reverently before burying his head between her legs.

Jessie cried out and the sound made Mikey’s cock jerk in his pants. He reached down, undoing the zipper to relieve some of the pressure. Jessie’s hands frantically pulled at Sy’s shirt until he ripped the thin barrier over his head and his warm skin was bared to her.

Mike kept his eyes on Jessie’s face while she was hypnotized by the sight of Sy tongue fucking her cunt. Mike had always heard the gossip about Sy’s skills but seeing Jessie lost in the pleasure cemented that it wasn’t just a high school rumour. Did she look that blissed out when he was the one going down on her?

As if Jessie could read his thoughts, her hooded gaze found his and she pushed herself up on her elbow while pulling his head down to crush their lips together. The awkward spider-man position didn’t really allow them to deepen the kiss but he felt her feverish need all the same. Her need for him, not just Sy.

Mike moved down the bed, propping Jessie up with her back to his chest. He removed her bra and his shirt, and when she leaned against him again, skin touching skin, she let out a satisfied sigh. It was all too easy now to paint her neck in deep hickeys as he pinched her nipples.

“Think you can take us both tonight, Sweetcheeks?” Mike whispered too low for Sy to hear. He didn’t want to get his hopes up in case Jessie didn’t feel ready yet. Not that Sy would let deception show in front of Jessie—if he felt deception at all.

Jessie gave him an eager nod, earning her an appreciative groan. The bed dipped as Mikey climbed off, moving to riffle through Jessie’s bag. Her head fell to the side, watching him move. Why was it so hot when a man was shirtless with open jeans hanging low on his hips?

Sy curled his fingers into her G spot, pulling Jessie’s focus back to the man feasting between her thighs. They quivered from their position above Sy’s shoulders as her hips bucked upwards. Her hand flew down, cupping the back of his head and holding him in place.

“Right there.”

Sy opened his eyes, watching Jessie’s blissed expression. The hand that held her hips down moved to her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His own hips moved unconsciously against nothing, his neglected cock desperate for the slightest bit of relief.

“Come for him, Gorgeous. Give him what he wants,” Mike commanded. She could do nothing but comply, coming all over Sy’s face.

She lay boneless as the boys moved around her, stripping off their remaining clothing. Mike tossed the items he’d retrieved from her bag onto the bed before pushing his pants and boxers down.

“I thought you’d gotten an IUD,” Sy commented when he noticed the box of condoms beside Jessie.

“Mikey kept the mandatory condoms rule.”

Sy looked at Mike over his shoulder. The younger man looked almost guilty as he pulled his eyes away.

“You do what you want.”

He might have been satisfied with Jessie being on birth control but he didn’t mind the extra protection. Especially since he knew that the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy was a big sore spot for Mike.

“No, I’m good with that.”

It was almost imperceptible but Mike’s shoulders relaxed at Sy’s words, like all he’d needed was a little validation. It’s not like things would be easier if it were Sy getting Jessie pregnant. What if he got shipped out? It would still be Mike staying behind and taking care of Jessie. There was no doubt in Sy’s mind that that was exactly what Mike would do.

They both stalked towards Jessie, each stretching out on one side of her. Sy took Jessie’s lips while Mike kissed his way from her neck to her breasts. His fingers found her dripping folds, slick from both her earlier release and Sy’s enthusiastic pleasuring.

He gathered some of the moisture before his fingers dipped lower, finding her back entrance. When he gently pushed inside, Jessie gasped into Sy’s mouth. The hand that had been teasing Mike’s nape tightened around his wavy locks and he shifted to study her face for any signs of discomfort.

“Mike? Are ya doin’ what I think you’re doin’?”

The younger man pushed in deeper, looking up at Sy with a smirk when it caused Jessie to moan.

“Since you’ve been stuck with your hand since last summer, you get to choose. You want her hot pussy or her tight ass?”

Sy’s gaze darkened as he realized the implications of the choice being offered to him.

“Is that what you two have been up to while I was away?” he asked Jessie.

“Not yet. You want to be my first?”

The sound that rose from his chest was damn near animalistic. “As appealin’ as that invitation is, that’s not what I was thinkin’ about whenever I had a moment to myself. Besides, it looks like Mike has been doin’ the work, he should get to reap the rewards first.”

“Then get on your back, soldier.”

Amused, Sy did as he was told, laying on his back in the middle of the bed. Mike pulled away long enough for Jessie to straddle Sy’s waist and lock him in a fiery kiss. Jessie was thrilled for her hands to finally roam all over his body. He seemed to have the same idea because Jessie was sure his touch was going to leave its mark.

“This is gonna be cold, sorry.”

Mike was right, the gel was cold from the evening in the trunk of the car but her boyfriend’s hands were warm as he continued to work her open. Below them, Sy blindly reached for a condom, rolling it down his shaft. He placed his tip at her entrance and she eagerly lowered herself down until he was sheathed to the hilt.

It was Mike’s turn to suit up and add a coat of lubricant over the latex.

“Nate, hold her for me.”

For a moment Sy looked unsure, seeking confirmation from Jessie.

“I accidentally jerked forward once and it hurt more than all the other times combined.”

Jessie lowered herself down, bringing her chest flush against Sy’s and busied herself with sucking deep bruises into his collarbone. He wrapped his thick arms around her, holding her in place while the blunt head of Mike’s cock found her entrance.

“Tell Sy your safeword, Sweetcheeks.”

“Homesick,” she whispered, her nose brushing against his ear.

A hopeful warmth bloomed in Sy’s chest. Homesick. The name of the album on which their song was released? At least, what he considered to be their song. They’d never discussed it or anything. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but if he was right, she’d thought about him as much as he’d thought about her.

A hand moved into Jessie’s hair, pulling into a languid kiss. She melted into him and Mike took the opportunity to push inside her.

The first inch was easy enough but when he reached his full girth Jessie’s breath hitched.

“You’re doin’ so well, baby. You tell us when ya wanna keep goin’.”

“I’m good, it’s just… a lot.”

After adding a bit more lube, Mike continued to work his way deeper until he was fully inside Jessie. All three of them were breathing heavily, all three of them feeling like they were on a hairpin trigger.

It took a moment for Jessie to adjust to the feeling of being so completely and utterly filled but she eventually pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

“Somebody please move.”

After a bit of shifting and adjusting, the three of them found a steady rhythm. Sy would pull out of her pussy as Mike plunged into her ass then they would switch. Together they worked Jessie until she was teetering over the edge but she forced the sensation away. If she was going to come, she wanted to do so as they both exploded inside her.

“Fuck, I can feel you clenching my cock, baby.”

“Are you close, Sweetcheeks? Do you like being full of the both of us? Are you gonna come for us?”

“Oh yeah, she loves it. Can’t you tell by the way her greedy little holes are trying to milk our cocks?”

The dirty talk was going to be the death of her. She couldn’t hold off any longer and she cried out their names as she shook between them. Sy groaned low and guttural while curse after curse fell from Mike’s lips, both of them following her over the edge.

Fingers dug into her hips with a bruising grip. She wasn’t sure if they were Mike or Sy’s or maybe even both. Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift as she melted further into Sy’s chest. The happy little bubble enveloping them was broken when the warm body at her back pulled away, letting the cool air hit her sweat-slicked skin.

Jessie whined, blindly reaching back but Mike was already out of reach.

“Don’t worry gorgeous, I’m just getting something to clean you up.”

Sy wrapped his thick arms around her, smoothing his hand up and down her back while Mike disposed of the condom and cleaned the excess lube from between Jessie’s cheeks. Once he was done, he handed Sy the shirt Jessie wore to bed every night—Sy’s shirt— while he found clean briefs for himself before crawling up the bed and pulling Jessie into his chest. Sy reluctantly sat up, taking his turn and cleaning himself up the same way Mike had.

Just then, Sy’s phone went off, a muffled ringing sounding from the back pocket of his jeans that were still on the floor. Checking the caller ID, Sy paused before sitting on the edge of the bed and accepting the call.

“Hi pop.”

His father ignored the greeting, getting straight to the point. “Telling Mike that he couldn’t sleep in the same room as his girlfriend was not an invitation for you to go off and let them use the trailer.”

“Why not? By your own definition ‘my roof, my rules’.” Sy’s grandparents had left the trailer to him in their will. They knew he liked camping but they figured that he deserved a decent bed instead of the hard ground after so many nights on army bunks.

“And what is your plan, Nathan? Are you just gonna sit outside and listen to them go at it all night?”

Sy’s father was speaking loud enough that the three of them could hear his words clearly. After sharing a silent exchange, Jessie and Mike both nodded at Sy.

“Actually, I’m going to enjoy an evening of catching up with my girl who I haven’t seen in six months.”

“What are you talking about? Are you saying Jessie is your girlfriend not Mikeʼs?”

“No. Mike and I both met Jessie this summer, we both hit it off with her, and we are both dating her.”

“You’re being ridiculous, you can’t both be dating her.”

“We can and we are. Whatever you think of that…” Sy trailed off, looking between Jessie and Mike again. “We both love her. Whatever you think doesnʼt matter and it wonʼt change anything so if you don’t like it, donʼt bother sharinʼ your opinion.”

Syʼs father didn’t say anything for a long time before the dial tone informed Sy that he had hung up.

The silence weighed heavily around the trio until Mikeʼs phone buzzed in his bag. Against his better judgment, Mike picked it up, already knowing it was his mother. Sensing he wouldn’t have the mental clarity to repeat anything important, he answered it on speaker. If she was going to talk about the three of them then the three of them should hear.

“Hi mom.”

“Mike? Mike, where are you?”

He winced at the hint of panic in her voice.

“I’m with Nate and Jessie.” It wasn’t a location but it was as good as she was going to get. If they really wanted to track them down it wouldn’t be all that hard, they didn’t need any help.

She released a relieved sigh. “So they found you then? I wasn’t sure, all I heard from Rob was that Nate said you two were both dating Jessie.”

“They did, and we are.”

“Do you really love her?”

Mike locked eyes with Jessie. “I do.”

“Can you put Jessie on the phone, please?”

Jessie’s eyes went wide, waiting for Mike to tell her what to do. He took the phone off speaker and pushed it towards her.

“Jill?”

“Don’t break his heart, okay?”

Jessie was stunned, almost speechless as she clenched the phone in her hand. “What?”

Jill sniffed on the other end of the line. “If Mike says he loves you then he really means it. I haven’t heard those words from him since he was a kid. Don’t break his heart. You can’t just string him along because you need someone around while Sy is away.”

It would be stupid to make any sort of promise after only a few months. So much was going to change for them in the next year and so much was still uncertain. Despite that, she found herself speaking the words and meaning them with all her heart.

“I won’t,” she vowed.

“Rob is just scared. He loves them both like sons, he doesn’t want to watch another member of his family spiral down the rabbit hole. He’ll calm down. Me and Barbara are going to be at the diner tomorrow at nine. The boys will know the one. You three should join us for breakfast.”

“I’ll tell them.”

With a quick goodbye, Jessie handed the phone back to Mike.

“I think… I think she’s okay with us. Your moms want us to have breakfast with them tomorrow morning.”

“You can’t expect me to be anywhere earlier than noon,” Mike joked, attempting to hide his relief.

“We both know your stomach is going to be growling so loud that we will all be awake by seven,” Jessie teased, nudging Mike with her foot.

“I guess that means you’ll have to give me something to eat to tide me over.”

Jessie bit her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed and her smile grew. Sy drew Jessie back into his side, brushing his thumb over her arm while he placed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Agreed, he gets cranky when he’s hungry. I should know, I used to have to drive him to the store whenever he had midnight munchies.”

Mike switched off the light and the three of them burrowed under the covers. She nestled into Mike’s chest with Sy pressed against her back and his leg tangled between hers. This felt right. Jessie couldn’t begin to imagine having to choose between the two men. Sy was all rugged and mysterious while Mike was outgoing and playful. They were two puzzle pieces that fit with her so perfectly. She needed both of them. They completed her in different ways and she was not going to let anyone make her feel ashamed of that.

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