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teyvat-writer · 2 years

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Phantom of the Opera AU

A/N: Ok so I was watching a PV for Cantarella and one of the comments said it reminded them of The Phantom of the Opera so I looked at the Wiki synopsis and then had immediate brain rot. This is v scuffed quality I'm sorry </3.

TW - stalking, murder, (kind of) Stockholm syndrome, abduction, reader is mentioned to be wearing makeup but is GN (it’s theater, everyone wears makeup tbh)

The moon is veiled by clouds and the air is crisp, carrying a chill that permeates the skin and festers within the bones. And yet, here you are, kneeling before the grave of your late father. A bouquet of roses sits between you and the stone slab.

"It's been a while since I last visited, no?"

You don't expect an answer, yet still speak all the same. It's more comfortable than sitting and staring at the cool stone slab engraved with your father's name. As you sit, you don't notice the shadowy figure approaching, yet the shock of adrenaline through your system tells you to flee. Adrenaline spikes the air upon hearing the bowing of a violin. It's a shrill sound, not enough to be grating, but enough to cause your heart to leap into your throat. There's something familiar about the tune, you know you've heard it before, but you can't quite place the name. You look around wildly to find the music's source, eyes snagging on a tall figure standing under a nearby tree. They’re obscured by the tree's shade in the soft moonlight, yet you can discern a faint shimmer where their face presumably is.

"Hello?"

No response. Electing to keep to your wits, you get up and make your way to the cemetery's gate, periodically glancing behind you to ensure the mystery person wasn't following you until you've stepped through the open gate. You sprint back home, only to toss and turn in your attempts to sleep.

Just where had you heard that song?

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

Ernesto reads over the letter, a scowl twisting his rugged features.

“Beatriz, come look at this.”

The theater’s co-owner saunters over to Ernesto’s side, placing a hand on the desk and leaning down to read the letter.

“In all likelihood, it’s nothing more than a hoax. In poor taste, yes, but a hoax nonetheless.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Ernesto crumples the letter then tosses it into a nearby waste bin.

“I agree that they're a fantastic singer, though.”

The premier of Faust falls upon the Teatro della Pergola, its owners having forgotten entirely about the threat of a curse. Box five is filled with guests and the lead actress, Laura, is in a dressing room preparing herself. You’re holed up in your dressing room, adjusting your hair and makeup. Something moves in your periphery, making your flesh rise into goose pimples. It reminds you entirely too much of the incident at the graveyard.

“Who’s there? You shouldn’t be here, you know?”

You feel stupid for even saying anything, as you’re answered by near defeaning silence-

With the fluttering of cloth, you’ve been tackled to the ground. You land on your side, the only barrier between you and potentially fracturing a rib being someone’s arms wrapped around you.

“Let me go!” You try wriggling out of his grasp to no avail, your wild swinging of fists and kicking doing nothing. You feel rough ropes encircling your wrists, tied snuggly.

“Release me or I’ll have security-” your mouth is covered with a cloth and he begins to gather you into his arms, hand firmly clasped over your mouth. He sprints to the opposite side of the room, pressing into something on the wall you can't quite see that causes a portion of the wall to fold inward like a door. Beyond is a dark, narrow set of steep stairs. He steps inside, shouldering the 'door' closed before descending with you in their arms.

Onstage, the curtains open and Laura gracefully steps on stage, opening her mouth to deliver her opening lines-

All that comes out is a croak, as though she were a toad. The audience is shocked, silence settling over the theater. Something creaks and groans, then a chandelier falls, plummeting into the crowd. It lands with a near deafening crash, the very floor shaking from the impact. Blood begins seeping from under the chandelier.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

How long had you been down here?

"Mio caro…" He croons, voice smooth as silk. The door hinges groan in protest as it creaks open, his signature white porcelain mask adorned with intricate golden detailing gleams in the low candle light. You look at him from where you're seated on the bed, lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to say anything. He stalks towards you, his single, visible eye trained on you, unblinking. He's standing in front of you, now, lithe fingers ghosting against your cheek. He leans down to eye level, iris nearly drowned out by his dilated pupil. You're disgusted- how could this monster who abducted you look at you as though you were lovers?! In outrage, you make a wild swing for his face, colliding with porcelain. The mask flies off and surprisingly doesn't shatter, only landing with a loud clatter that rings in your ears in the deafening silence after. You aren't sure if you should be repulsed or if you should pity the poor man before you- Scar tissue extends out from the crater of his right eye socket, like the limbs of a sea beast emerging from a whirlpool.

"Well… This certainly complicates things."

He sighs, picking his mask up and eyeing it before placing it back on his face.

"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Stefano."

He does a small bow, and you aren't sure whether you're intrigued or want to smack his mask off again for having the audacity to act so cordial towards you after holding you captive for who-knows-how-long.

"H- how long have I been here?"

"About a week." You balk at his response- A week? A whole damn week?!

"Let me go!"

He doesn't even look as though he's considering your demand, so you try a softer approach.

"Please just let me go, I'll do whatever you want, just.. please." His single-eyed gaze softens, and he looks to the floor.

"Only on one condition;" He reaches into an unseen pocket in his cloak.

"You will wear my ring and stay faithful to me."

The polished gold gleams in the candle, like a small ray of sun. The crimson diamond adorning the ring casts fractals of light upon the walls that dance and shimmer as though you were underwater. Desperate for freedom, you hold your hand out.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

"His right eye was… oh, God, it was mangled! Like a horrible crater of flesh!” Sebastian soothingly rubs your back as you recount your experience of being abducted.

“I’ll help you get away, get you far, far away from that man.” He offers, solemn but genuine.

“Thank you…”

“Let’s enact our plan tomorrow. After you perform, I’ll be backstage to watch over you and escort you out.” You nod, hope swelling in your heart and yet, you can’t help but feel that something is horribly wrong.

The final showing of Faust is upon you, and you wait at the edge of the stage with a pounding heart, rushing blood the only sound you can register.

All goes smoothly, your voice echoing through the theater, seraphic. Yet, something is keeping you from relaxing fully. The thought that the ‘phantom’ is still lurking in the shadows is disquieting, you looking over your shoulder every few seconds when off stage. Your cue comes, and you step back onto stage, opening your mouth to deliver your lines-

Only to be whisked away, back into the dark labyrinth.

Sebastian jolts out of his seat upon watching you disappear. He clambers towards the stairs leading backstage, stopped only by a tap on the shoulder. Agitated, he turns, glaring at the stranger.

“What do you want?!”

“Call me Oda. I know where he took them.” It takes a moment for the words to register in Sebastian’s racing mind but ultimately, he nods, hoping this man is true to his word.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

“Who the hell builds this shit?” Sebastian’s voice echoes faintly in the dark, stone corridors. It’s damp and chilly, something strangely musky in the air. They come upon a vast room, almost impossible in its geometry. Nearly every inch of the room is covered in mirrors.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian. We have to go through, there’s no other way.” Oda remarks sternly. Sebastian huffs in annoyance, grabbing the other’s hand.

“Let’s stick together. Who knows what’ll happen if we get separated.”

They descend into the shining labyrinth.

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

“I thought we had an agreement-”

“You didn’t hold up your end of it.” Stefano’s voice is cold, yet possesses a searing edge.

“Wha-”

“Don’t think I don’t know of your plan to leave here, to leave me!” He hisses, accent thickening with fury. You’re silent, mulling over your response. You… care about this man, on some level- pity, really. Not even his family had loved him, and some part of you pities him to the point you do love him.

“Since I cannot have you, I’ll ensure no one can.”

“Stefano, please-”

“I’ll take this whole Godforsaken theater with me.”

“No, please! I’ll marry you, I’ll be yours forever-!” You faintly hear Sebastian’s voice, calling your name.

“Sebastian? Sebastian, where are you?!” You cry. You turn back to Stefano.

“Please, I’ll do as you want, just let him and everyone else go!” You’re crying at this point, sobs shaking your body. Stefano embraces you in an attempt to sooth you, pressing delicate kisses to the top of your head. You aren’t sure what overcomes you in that moment, but you pull away, reaching up and discarding his mask, caressing the part of his face it covered. You press a soft kiss to his thin lips, feeling him go rigid from shock. You observe his expression as you pull away, his single, icy blue eye wide, pupil a mere pinprick of obsidian. A single tear slides down his cheek, leading the procession to come. He pulls you closer, trembling.

“Mio caro…”

The door swings open, Sebastian glowering in the doorway. You give him a meek wave, ignoring his baffled expression. Oda comes up behind him.

“It appears he’s finally found love after all these years.”

“Promise me, caro, promise me you’ll return my ring on the day I die.”

“Of course.” You whisper, foreheads pressed together. You kiss him one last time before rising and joining Sebastian.

“Goodbye, Stefano.”

𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇

It’s been a couple years, and yet you can’t bear to forget him. At night, when you close your eyes, you envision him in all his twisted elegance. Not once did you forget your promise. Now, you’re tossing and turning when suddenly, there’s a knock on your door. You open it, revealing Oda standing before you with a solemn gaze.

“It’s time.”

You both head over to the Teatro della Pergola and he leads you into the labyrinth below, navigating as though he himself lived there. You help him haul Stefano’s corpse to the middle of a lush field. Once the hole is dug, you gently lay him within it, tears stinging your eyes. You push the dirt back into place, Oda planting a simple wooden cross into the disturbed soil. Hesitantly, you slip the ring off, placing it upon the fresh mound of dirt.

#angst #stefano valentini #the evil within 2 #tew2 #stefano valentini x reader #lol loogame writing for a mostly dead fandom like the clown i am #the evil within x reader #the evil within #the evil within 2 x reader #stefano tew

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enrosadiraanisaaa · 9 months

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Within Session .Part Three.

Hey there cuties, do not think I forgot about y'all! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. This chapter was oddly hard to write, especially writing out a session on a serious topic. Once I was writing, I kept writing so you might find this chapter to be long! Expect the next chapter to be out in two weeks!

Hope y'all enjoy the third part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One and Part Two of Within Session

Cleared Mirror

When Leon finally mentioned to Hunnigan his need for help, he did not expect immediate validation to improve his mental health. After the Raccoon City incident in 1998, the horrifying experiences that had cost him a normal life had embedded as an inevitable trauma. The grueling military training that followed after he was captured by the US government and forced to become a government agent to protect Sherry. The underlying hazing that he endured in boot camp tested his abilities and mental state beyond his capabilities, yet it was a period of time that distracted him. Then the recent mission to Spain to save the president’s daughter and his fight against Las Plagas of Los Illuminados seemed to weigh in after losing Luis and confronting Ada Wong after a number of years. His guilt was engulfing him at this point, so he looked forward to his first session with the referred therapist by Hunnigan.

However, when he did arrive at the office for the scheduled session at 5PM, he did not expect a young woman to be assigned his therapist. He noticed she was preoccupied with paperwork on her desk before he knocked on the doorway door to notify her that he had arrived. Once her awareness of him occurred, she stood up from her chair to greet him. Leon instantly notices her red attire with black heels, reminding him of a certain woman.

Without realizing it, Leon accidentally scrunches his face from the reminder. Even when you offer a seat on one of the chairs in front of your desk, a glare on his face remains for a moment. However, when Leon takes another glance at your face, he eases the features of his face, nearly dazed at the sight of your eyes and lips as you both sit across each other. For a moment he studies your facial features while you speak until a question from you returns him to reality. Leon blinks his eyes in realization and nods to the question, simply muttering,”Yes.”

His heart nearly flutters when you provide a reassuring smile while nodding your head,”That’s okay, let’s get started, Leon,” He hears you tell him.

By leaning over the chair, you reach over with one hand to retrieve paperwork clipped to a clipboard from the top of your desk. Leon patiently sits in silence across from you, curious of the next course of actions. With a swift flip of the papers attached to the clipboard, you reaffirm all the necessary documents before leaning over in the chair to hand the clipboard to Leon. Once Leon had the clipboard in his possession, he curiously skimmed through the pages while you spoke,” Alright Leon, we’re going to take the first 15 minutes to get through all this annoying intake paperwork. Essentially review HIPAA concerns, consent forms, and ethical guidelines. Afterwards, I will ask more questions regarding your background, then begin discussing your reasons for therapy and goals so we can formulate a treatment plan along our sessions. How does that sound?” You question him, provided with a gentle smile.

Leon follows with a head nod, content with the flow of the session.”Sounds good,” he immediately responds, eager to hear your voice more. Despite Leon never receiving treatment before, he was honestly impressed with your diligence.

With the reassurance from Leon, you proceed on explaining the following paperwork.”Also, please feel welcomed to ask me any questions, I want to ensure you’re not leaving here confused and that my skills are what you’re looking for in a therapist,” You sincerely express, shifting in the chair to cross your legs.

There were several questions that instantly came to Leon’s thoughts: ‘How old are you?’ and ‘Are you single?’

“The first page contains a HIPAA authorization form, basically entailing how your medical information is disclosed and your rights regarding your medical information…''You explain, leaning over the side of the chair again to snatch a pen from your desk. With the pen in hand, you lean over the chair to hand it to Leon,”So just write today’s date, your full name, date of birth, social security, check the boxes, and provide your signature. Please let me know if you have questions,” You breathe out, observing him as Leon fills out the worksheet in silence, hearing the scribbling of the pen on paper.

After a moment, Leon glances back up to you, signaling he was finished with signing this section of paperwork. In this moment, you provide a smile in reassurance,”Sweet, now we can continue to the next section, which is simply covering ethical guidelines between therapist and client. If you flip over to the next page, it will clarify all the different points. When you’re done reading, just sign at the bottom,” You advise him, sinking back into the chair as Leon flips and reviews the next page of ethical guidelines.

At this moment, several points mentioning friendship and gift exchange between client and therapist caught Leon’s attention. Therapists are legally required to maintain a professional relationship with their clients, thus can not accept gifts over a certain amount. Leon briefly glances at you, then instantly returns his sight to the paperwork on his lap. He would have to abide by these guidelines to receive treatment. With the pen in his hand, Leon inscribes his signature on the line at the bottom of the page along with writing the current date.

With all the paperwork finally reviewed and signed, this prompted you to clasp your hands together, instantly capturing Leon’s concentration from the paperwork on his lap up to you at the sudden noise,”Okay, we’re done with paperwork! You can set that on my desk, now we can finally get into why you’re here. I will ask a couple of questions, then you can tell me more about yourself, Leon,” You explain, your voice full of enthusiasm as you directly observe his blue orbs across the room. In response to your declaration, Leon nods his head.

By adjusting your throat, you then exhale before asking the first question: “Has your family or you have any history of substance abuse that is not limited to alcohol, illegal drugs, and abuse of medication?”

From across the room, you notice Leon shakes his head,”I am not sure about my family, but not me…”

To acknowledge him, you provide a subtle head nod to his response,”That’s okay if you don’t know. Another question: During your childhood, did you live any significant period of time with anyone other than your natural parents?” You question him, intently observing his expressions. Despite his file entailing he was an orphan, you needed more context.

There was a momentary pause from Leon at this question, his gaze elsewhere but you as he ponders this question. He then returns his gaze to you, nodding,” Yes. I was in the foster care system until I became 18 years of age. There was an incident in my family that I don’t have much recollection on…” He tries to clarify.

‘There was an incident?’ This thought comes to you, debating if this subject should be pressed on and explored. You veer your head to the clock on the wall, it was already 5:32PM. Session will be ending soon at 5:50PM and there is at least one important question left for Leon.

With another head nod, your lips form a smile to Leon,”We can explore that at another time if you like… My last question is: What has brought you to therapy and what goals do you want to accomplish?” To some, this inquiry might seem ridiculous, but this direct question was for clients to explore their reasoning to receive therapy.

An exasperated sigh escapes his mouth, tilting his head to the sides as it seemed he did not want to confess his sentiment. “Uh… I feel alone” He finally admits, his face expressionless.

“At what point in your life do you feel alone?” You inquired, keeping your tone serious to Leon’s response.

Over the span of his life, there were an absurd number of instances when he was abandoned by people. The initial example was during his childhood, when his family was massacred for unexplained reasons. He spent a considerate amount of years in the foster care system, unloved by blood. The girlfriend who broke off their relationship the night before he experienced the incident in Raccoon City. Hell, even when Claire Redfield deserted Sherry and him to search for her older brother after they barely survived that harrowing night together. Leon had to fend for Sherry when Claire had left them to the mercy of the US government. Then the infamous Ada Wong, who used him twice before vanishing without a trace. People were brief in his life, either from death or they left him.

Despite these prominent circumstances, how would he express some of these details without explaining an incident that was covered up and immensely classified. His hands and tongue were tied, he would have to brush over this portion of his life.

With several blink of his eyes, Leon considers other reasons for his lonesomeness. There was an uneasy feeling that swept over him due to the unsettling silence in the room. You were attentive for his answer.

“The nature of my job… I am too busy to involve myself in meaningful relationships,” Leon conjures, returning his gaze to those eyes that seemed too distant from him.

As Leon provides a response to your final question, you notice hesitation in his demeanor as if he is recollecting something traumatic. However, as a professional you can not dismiss his answer, but simply acknowledge him.

Since Leon was an agent of STRATCOM, no doubt that life threatening missions contributed to this sentiment. Similar among other agents and military personnel, coping with isolation and loneliness was common.

“Are there any particular aspects of your job that contribute to your feeling of loneliness?” You ask him in a sincere tone. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, there were only a few minutes of session. Damm…

Leon noticed your glance to the clock on the wall, yet continued to speak,” People are temporary in my line of work…” He admits, noticing the hands of the clock were at 5:46pm.”Session is done already, huh?” Leon comments, returning his attention to you for confirmation.

A faint smile forms on your lips, nod slightly.”Unfortunately…but we can continue this subject next session..” You respond, standing from the chair to retrieve another clipboard from your desk, consisting of another signature page. “Before you leave, if I could get your signature. I did check your health insurance and it’s all good to go. They require a client signature to authorize that you received treatment today,” You inform him, offering the clipboard to him with both hands.

Leon stands from his seat, taking the clipboard with one hand while his other hand grasps the pen attached to the clipboard. After signing his signature at the bottom of the sheet, he returns the clipboard back into your possession with a faint smile on his lips.

You reciprocate the same faint smile on your face,”Alright Leon, it was a pleasure to meet you today. I really recommend writing any thoughts or topics you want to speak about in a small notebook for our sessions, that way you don’t forget… but other than that. You are free to go. I look forward to seeing you on Friday at 5PM. If you need to reach me for any reason, definitely reach me by email or my work number.” You mention, leaning on your desk.

With a nod from Leon, offering a cheeky grin,”Yes ma'am. I will see you on Friday then, stay warm...” He comments, noticeably glancing at your body up and down, implying your poor choice in your red attire. At those words, Leon turns around to exit your office, leaving you alone in silence.

This was definitely an interesting client, there was no doubt in Leon’s charisma and intellect.

#leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #re4 leon #leon x fem reader #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #within session #leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon x reader #female reader

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d37us10n · 18 days

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—Out of Luck—

Chapter I

████████████████████████ . Raccoon City Police Department.

The clacking of boots in the crowded police precinct, the laughs, the loud mutterings and talking. Party decorations for the new recruit on the Police Department’s Special Tactics And Rescue Services unit, or S.T.A.R.S team was exciting.

This was something else. It was revealed a week ago by Chief Brian Irons that the police department needed a new ‘special force’, one that could do special investigations. Stop powerful people. And now here we were welcoming the leader of the team. If he had decided to stop working on his desk, maybe I would have caught a glimpse of the guy.

Rounds of alcohol littered the desks, documents forgotten as the RPD celebrated it more as a break than as a new recruitment. Myra was at home, she would have stayed at the party if the daycare wasn’t closed today, so I had promised her to finish that investigation of the murders in the mental hospital, get home sober, and if I’m lucky, tuck in Lily before she goes to bed.

What else was he supposed to write? The sudden presence of the S.T.A.R.S unit was out of the blue for the police department, yet it was introduced like everyone planned this for months. Not to mention that they already had a leader? It made no sense, it made his gut twist into a knot. Brian talked about the team like it was a line of justice no one else could join. What was the difference between the police and the agents? What kind of missions did they do that was so important?

He couldn't make sense of it, he’d just stay quiet like always, Sebastian didn't want to put the job he worked so hard on in jeopardy, he refused to get his wife in the line of fire as well. Begrudgingly, he forced the thought to the back of his mind. Closing the journal he kept with him since his first day of becoming a detective.

Detective Sebastian Castellanos, he had proudly marked the journal with his new title.

He’d look around the office he worked hard for, the desk covered in an organized mess. Myra would complain but never push him on cleaning, it was how Sebastian worked. The corkboard was displayed against the wall next to the door. It had his scheduled meetings and interviews with victims and witnesses, but most importantly, there was a drawing Lily had made.

The corners of Sebastian’s lips quirked slightly, before looking back at his desk. Two folders settled on his desk, he needed to finish the one he was assigned. The other folder was more of a… personal project, having snuck the documents from the investigations office.

The file Irons gave him was leaving him frustrated, a vast amount of reported ‘missing persons’ without any evidence or clues to even account for a suspect. It pissed him off every time he thought about it, his hands combing through his already slicked-back hair.

He couldn’t stress about it right now, he would go and enjoy the party for the new S.T.A.R.S member. Maybe a drink could wash down the responsibilities of having most crap stacked on his desk. He stood up from the shitty, old, leather desk chair that was here before he became a detective and popped his back. His feet dragged along the floor to finally leave the suffocating room.

The main room was filled with the smell of beers, cans thrown around the room like someone who had taken out the trash with the bag ripped at the bottom. The welcome poster on the floor with two corners barely hanging to the podium holding it up. The name of the new leader’s name ripped off. So much for knowing his name. The officers who were still around were talking in slurred gibberish, some waiting by the front door for their ride.

Chief Irons was laughing loudly, his cheeks flushed from the amount of alcohol he drank, both hands holding beer cans. The rest of the officers laughed at his terrible jokes to probably get on his good side. When the Chief finally took notice of the stumbling detective, his face turned hard as he tripped to reach him as well.

“Castellanos,” Irons burped out, the disgusting sound of his throat trying to form a string of words without throwing up. “The new recruit is asking for you.” Taken aback by the request, Sebastian cleared his throat. “Sir, I was actually going to tell you I was about to head home-” He wanted to see the guy, but just bumping into him sounds better than actually meeting him head-on.

“You can make it home to your wife and kid, just talk to him.” Irons shook his head disapprovingly, his hands shakingly pointing to an empty part of the precinct. “Think he's working-” He let out a choked grunt, the sound of something caught in his throat sent shivers down the detective’s back as he hurriedly made his way to avoid what the chief ate for dinner.

The hallway was a quieter, calmer part of the police station that still smelt of fresh paint and wax. As he opened the door to the new office, the atmosphere became more tense and heavy. The RPD had just finished this area, but the way the wax overpowered his senses made him almost gasp for air. The clicking of computer keys caught his attention.

“Nice to meet you, chief said that you needed to see me?” Sebastian asked with the best, welcoming smile he could muster. The room was dark, the only light source was the blue screen of what the new guy was working on. “I’m Seb-”

“Detective Sebastian Castellanos.” The man finished, looking up at Sebastian, he wore formal attire, his eyes were a sharp pale blue, and his blonde hair was slicked back. Sebastian’s lips pursed together. How smoothly he spoke freaked him out, his tone held an attitude of ‘I’m better than you in every way.’ His smile was fake, if he could call moving the corner of your lip slightly a smile.

Sebastian hated the atmosphere surrounding the man, he didn’t like knowing what he didn’t know.

“Yeah, you hit the nail.” Sebastian's brows furrowed, cautiously trying to figure the guy out. “And you are?”

The recruit stood up, his hand extended for a proper greeting. “I’ve heard of your work from Chief Irons, I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining the S.T.A.R.S. alpha team. A good detective is what I want to train future agents in the unit.”

“The name is Albert Wesker.”

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG. I was able to do anything else because this chapter was in the back of my mind. It sounds boring now, but I promise it gets more interesting, this is just to test the waters in how I’m gonna write this…

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restlessdreamsworld · 5 months

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Would anyone be interested if I started writing fan-fiction?? 👀👀👀

#resident evil #evil within #video games #dead by daylight #carmeo #ff 9 kuja #lies of p x reader #final fantasy series

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mannequinreligi0n · 3 months

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Siri, Play Beauty School by Deftones

“I kinda like when you make up the reel; take the phone in your room- stop the tape or resume”

PAIRING: Stefano Valentini x GN reader

WORD COUNT: 540

WARNINGS: NSFW (slight exhibition (does filming count?), implied oral, brief penetration)

NOTES: uhhhhhh stef brainrot is really bad so i wrote this very hastily, sorry if it’s short lol

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Your eyes were fixated on the warped reflection of your face in the lens, the red light blinking back at you. It’d been only twenty minutes since Stefano had pressed ‘record’ on the video camera positioned in front of the bed. The idea of being captured wasn’t unfamiliar - you were dating Stefano, after all. His camera is practically sewed to his hands: taking candids of you, asking you to pose at his beck and call. The attention was overbearing at first, but you’d grown to love it, and in turn, love being in front of the camera.

But something about being filmed during such an intimate setting was bringing back all of those initial hesitations and insecurities. Despite Stefano’s attempts to calm and seduce you, your eyes would always go back to the camcorder. Maybe it was the thought of him watching it back and seeing you so vulnerable, so unlike yourself. Maybe it was the thought of you, yourself, watching the reel and being disgusted with your own image. Whatever it was, it was incessant on keeping your attention away from Stefano and he was all too aware.

He peeked up from between your legs to see your distant doe eyes and he sighed, giving your thigh a squeeze before sitting up.

“The camera doesn’t bite, amore - you don't have to keep watch.”

Your ears perked up at the sound of his baritone voice, breaking your staring contest with the camcorder.

“Sorry…..it’s kind of hard to ignore”, you apologize, your face getting warm from embarrassment.

“And it seems I am easy to ignore.” He retorts, a slight whine to his voice. There was an exaggerated pout on his mouth as he crawled onto you, only easing up with a loving grin when he reached your neck. He gave it a soft bite before soothing the nonexistent mark with a kiss. You mewl in response, primal want making your skin feel hot, but your mind continues to race.

“What if I look bad? Or the angle’s all wrong? Or-“

Your anxieties are cut short by Stefano turning your head away from the camera, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively tangle into his hair, holding the reins of hair as you return his kiss. His hips positioned between your legs, you feel his hardened cock twitch against your entrance. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses over your face and jaw.

“My sweet-“

Kiss.

“Beautiful-“

Kiss.

“Effervescent-“

Kiss.

“-Angel.”

With his final word, Stefano pushed into you, enunciating every syllable. A groan of satisfaction harmonizes with a cry of your own, your eyes fluttering shut from the delicious feeling of being filled so fully by your lover.

“Aphrodite, herself, made you with special care, cara mia. You have nothing to be ashamed of”, he purred to you. His slender fingers wrapped around your waist, holding you still as he began to fuck into you with determination of ridding every second thought from your brain. Completely drunk on his candied words and your own lust, the camera filming every second of this slips your mind entirely. You feel your entire body turn to jelly in his hold, your mind only cycling through his compliments over and over and over.

#stefano valentini #the evil within 2 #the evil within #stefano the evil within 2 #fanfic #writing #smut #oneshot #stefano valentini x reader #stefano valentini smut

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jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby · 10 months

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Stefano: I’m trying to make art dear…can you please stop trying to do a handstand…

Y/n: (falls onto the floor) you threw me off I almost had it

Stefano: (sighs before rolling his eyes) mio dio

#stefano valentini #the evil within #evil within 2 #stefano valentini x reader #sebastian castellanos #ruvik #evil within

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homicidal-slvt · 1 year

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May I request that Stefano Evil Within plays with s/o hide and seek or chasing game. S/o doesn’t know why it’s fun and dangerous at same time. (The song was inspired by Tag You’re It by Melanie Martinez the one of most popular songs) 📷

"Tag You're It"

Stefano Valentini x GN|Y/N

Warnings: Pure Fluff

You were running as fast as your legs could carry you, in a vicious game of tag with your dear boyfriend.

You had begged for his attention all morning and you finally got it, thrill fueled adrenaline pumping through your veins, you were unsure as to why this was so fun.

Playing cat and mouse with Stefano, who right now seemed to genuinely be hunting you.

"Tesoro~ Where are you?"

He called out and you quickly stifled your giggles, moving to run again however you miscalculate your steps, embarrassingly tripping over your own feet and landing with a thud, a small huff escaping your lips.

Within no time at all there's a pair of familiar feet beside you, he can't help but laugh a little bit before bending down to help you up.

"You're so clumsy. What am I ever going to do with you?"

You smiled as you clung onto him tightly, he just scooped you up into his arms and hummed softly, letting you feel the vibrations of his chest.

His initial plan was to actually kill you this time, to end this... To eliminate the soft spot he has gained for you.

However after seeing you laying on the floor, looking up at him with those bright eyes of yours, he realized for once in his life he just- couldn't.

He didn't want to ever hear your screams, he only ever wanted to make you giggle and keep looking at him like he was the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Amore mio"

{Sorry it's REALLY short}

{More Content}

#stefano valentini #stefano valentini x reader #stefano valentini x you #stefano valentini fluff #the evil within x reader #the evil within #vee's tew works

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fortune-fool02 · 2 years

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7 inches long. 4.5 girth. slight upwards curve. tip is C58D80 rosy-brown, shaft is around E3B5A6 beige-rose. very veiny with the most prominent running along the underside of the shaft. viscous cum and he keeps it immaculately trimmed.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry but I just saw the first line and I did a damn double take back, haha!

But yes, Stefano, best man. Definitely recommend. 10/10. Would smash.

And don't apologise for stuff like this!

#stefano valentini x reader #stefano #stefano tew #stefano valentini #the evil within series #the evil within 2 x reader #the evil within x reader #the evil within 2 #the evil within #thirst ask #stefano thirst ask

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nastymensimp · 2 years

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Imagine your comfort character just sitting by your side listening to you rant about interests and things that may be bothering you, all the while they just are just smiling at you glad to be a part of your life.

#x reader #comfort character #smiling friends x reader #transformers x reader #the evil within x reader #south park x reader

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supervillain-smut · 5 months

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Hi, this is the same request I initially took to rains-rambles, and they were having a bit of trouble with the request and they said to take this to you, so my request is Stefano Valentini who is insecure about his looks, but the reader gives him a confidence boost via body worshiping him before they make love, because he deserves a lot of love!

Hello! I'm so glad you took this request to me, and I'm more than happy to write it! Stefano, despite his... ahem... art process, deserves all the love and affection! Enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff and the smut!

Stefano was cold and wet from the rain, had been harassed by his colleagues about his eye, all jokes at his expense, and all he wanted was to be loved. Thankfully, he was already on his way home to the one person that could help with that. You greeted him at the door chipper, until you noticed his demeanor.

"Get all of that off, go in the bathroom, and put on a robe. Trust me."

You took off in a hurry leaving Stefano touch-starved and somewhat confused, but he did it anyways, dragging himself into the bathroom upstairs and shedding everything, climbing into his favorite fluffy purple robe. It was helping, sure, but he wanted to be in your arms more than anything. A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Here, fresh out of the dryer. Nice and warm for you." You spoke softer now. He opened the door, but before he got it open all the way you handed him his pajamas and took off downstairs. With a weary sigh, he got dressed. God, it was nice to have warm clothes, but it still wasn't what he needed.

He waited on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, thinking you might come back, mildly confused now, and when you didn't return he brought himself downstairs to find you at the stove working on something. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead on your shoulder, sighing deeply.

"Hello, dear, I love you, but I need you to let go of me, I have hot cups of tea to bring to the table for us." He released you hesitantly and watched dejectedly as you walked away from him, returning his expression to mere tiredness as you turned expectantly toward him. He sat at the table with his tea in front of him, and you hadn't noticed anything was off besides the poor state he was in until you noticed he was staring into his tea with sadness in his eye.

"Stefano, what's wrong? Is there something else I can do? I can run you a bath if you'd--"

"No, no, nothing's... You've done enough, truly. I appreciate it, I do. Thank you." "... There's something else bothering you." "Eh, a few coworkers thought it'd be funny to point out the obvious, and it didn't really bother me, but..." "But?" "But... I really just want to cuddle. I love this, I do, trust me bella, but all I really want to do is just lay on the couch, or the bed with you. I was warm and cheered up by the time you handed me my clothes from the dryer." You nodded in understanding.

"Alright. Forget the tea, then. Let's just go upstairs and lie down."

He smiled weakly at you and got up, following you into the bedroom, sliding under the covers and laying atop you as you stroked his face, kissed the scars around his eye, rubbed his back, and played with his hair. He breathed a deep sigh and felt completely relaxed and happy.

A little too relaxed, it would seem, as he hadn't noticed anything else until he shifted upwards to tuck his head under your chin and realized he was at half-mast. He stifled a groan from the friction moving against your thigh gave, and chose not to say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment because his body didn't want to behave and craved more. You began to kiss the top of his head and his face, before you pulled him up further towards you to kiss him properly on the mouth, feeling his member poke your thigh this time.

"Mmm, Stefano, something you want to tell me?" You crooned at him, rubbing your thigh against him as he groaned. "I hadn't planned on it, but if you're in the mood..." He looked at you with a half-lidded eye blown wide with lust. "Sure. But I have an idea. You trust me?" "Always. Lead." Stefano smiled at you, even as you swapped places with him. You kissed him deeply and he sighed as he caressed your face with the back of his hand, bringing it to the back of your neck.

You broke apart and began kissing his damaged eye, behind his ear, down his neck until you had to undo one of the buttons of his pajamas, Stefano now more awake and giddy with anticipation of what you were planning. "You're beautiful. You're smart. You're talented. And you're mine." You kissed down his chest and abdomen, unbuttoning as you went before Stefano finally caught on, sitting up and removing the shirt altogether, tossing it to the side of the bed, and leaning his head back.

You began to run your hands up and down his sides as you left kisses and light nips to his torso, before one drifted downwards to palm at his rock-hard member, Stefano moaning aloud with his head leaned back, looking down at you through his eyelashes. You had reached his happy trail with your kisses and held eye contact as you pulled his waistband down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Stefano groaned as he realized your intent, gasping as you began lapping at his head. His hand wound its way into your hair as you took his head in your mouth, tonguing the slit, making him moan. "Fuck, that feels good... Further. Please." He begged, sighing as you obliged and took him further into your mouth. You slowly but surely worked all of him into your mouth, and set a steady pace, bobbing your head and grabbing at his thighs as they shook.

"Fuck, amore mio, I'm-- ugh, I'm getting close... I-If you want me to fuck you, you... Oooh... Have to... Have to stop!" Stefano groaned, his pitch rising as he spoke. You shook your head and continued, picking up the pace. Stefano let out a broken moan as he came, body lightly convulsing. He panted as he came down from his high, and you crawled back up to him to give him a kiss before you got up to grab a towel to clean him up with, being gentle with his oversensitive member before pulling his joggers back up and cuddling into his side. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you further into him as he kissed the top of your head and you ran your hand over his chest and torso affectionately.

"I love you. So, so much. I would burn the world to the ground if anything ever took you away from me. You've no idea how much I long to come home to you every day. It's practically all I think about when there's nothing left to do."

"I love you too, Stefano. I miss you every minute you're not with me. I'd do anything if you asked it." "I know you would. I know."

#tew stefano #stefano valentini #fluff #stefano valentini x reader #the evil within 2 #99 luftanons

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rains-rambles · 5 months

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After I just got into The Evil Within recently during Halloween, I’ve been wanting to see more Ruvik content, so… how about a fluffy one-shot of a gender neutral reader who works in the medical field (doctor, nurse, surgeon, etc) and is in love with Ruvik, and tries to confess?

Hi! Honestly, I completely agree with the fact that we need more Ruben content. With that being said, here you go!

Walking through the halls, they couldn't help but sigh. They had met Ruben before the fire, but when he reached out years later, they couldn't help but take up his offer to live with him. Sue them, nursing school was expensive and they had missed their friend.

Dropping their bag in the hallway, they follow the faint notes of music. Eventually finding him in a secluded room, they can't help but pause and lean up against the doorframe. It's so rare to see him as relaxed as he is while playing piano nowadays, and maybe that's why it tugs on their heart the way it does.

As time had progressed since they had moved in, they couldn't help it when the feeling of friendship changed to a crush and then to love. Seeing him so lost in his own world, relaxed and happy in a way he so rarely is, they can't help but wish that they could see him like this more.

Ruben chuckles as they startle when he speaks up. "You know, sunflower, you don't have to stand in the doorway. Is there something you needed?"

Shaking their head, they wander in and settle down next to him on the piano bench while making sure not to accidentally brush up against his scars and cause him any undue pain. "Not really, just looking for you."

When he laughs, they're struck again by the same heartache from earlier. And that's the last push they need to speak up again. "Ruben, I.... I know this is kind of sudden but I like you. Have for a while actually."

"I get it if you don't feel the same way, just... Please don't hide away? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Their voice quiets, resigned and sad, as they drop their head. But a gentle finger under their chin brings their eyes to meet his own.

Shaking his head, there's a soft smile on his face as he speaks. "And here I was, thinking you only saw me as a friend, dear one. You know, I don't just let anyone come live with me. I've been in love with you for years, sunflower, I was just content to have the ability to keep you close even if I couldn't call you my own."

"Oh." I small chuckle sounds out as they smile at him. "Well then. Ruben Victoriano, would you do me the favor of becoming my boyfriend?"

He leans forward and gently brushes his lips against their own. "As long as you'll do me the favor of becoming my partner."

#the evil within #tew #ruben victoriano #ruvik #ruvik x reader #ruben victoriano x reader #writing #drabble

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enrosadiraanisaaa · 7 months

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Within Session .Part Five.

Happy October my cuties! I'm glad to finally post another part of Within Session! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝 (yeehaw)

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter finally fucking contains 🔞 material. This story does contain +18 content (NSFW) 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit.

Summary

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. We're finally getting into the nitty gritty of the story. Reminder that if you're not comfortable with male obsession and stalking, this is not for you. But if you're fucked up like me, please enjoy this! This is a really long chapter, hope y'all like it. 😉 Please comment on what how you feel about this chapter, I'm a whore for feedback. Hate it? Comment. Love it? Comment, por favor.

Hope y'all enjoy the fifth part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One , Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four of Within Session

Tagged ❤️: @fouyumixuri

Nothing In Place Of Catalysts

Friday could not have arrived fast enough for Leon. With each passing day since Monday afternoon, he anticipated the next session with the therapist that Hunnigan recommended to him.

Despite only attending one session with the therapist, he realized there was a particular yearning to confide within her once more. Although he was vulnerable in those moments, she welcomed the uncomfortable silence to let him thrall in rumination. With all the shit occurrences in his life, there was never a sense of control yet she indulged in his words.

Leon strode through the familiar halls of the USSTRATCOM headquarters building to his office space, consciously walking past the door to your office. Since his position as a federal agent required him to report early for assignments or debriefings, the majority of the other staff were not present in the building yet. Soon, that door would be wide open to welcome his return, and he would sneak another opportunity to peek at your figure or finally glimpse the color of your-.

Leon paused briefly in his steps. His distracted gaze at the floor became clear at the realization of what his daydreaming entailed.

An exhaustive sigh escaped Leon’s mouth as he neared his office, shaking his head at his own ill intent. These thoughts were dangerous, something Leon acknowledged within himself. Either he has not been getting an efficient amount of sleep, or he is in desperate need of a fuck. But then again, for Leon it has been some time since he was in that pleasurable endeavor weeks prior that consequent him to awaken to an empty bedside. Maybe his fantasization was the product of constant nightmares contorting his mind or a lingering symptom of the Las Plagas virus despite being eradicated from his body.

Nonetheless, Leon knew his therapist was there to perform her job and he was present to receive help from her. Nothing more.

Soon Leon stepped in the wide office room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee instantly peaking his attention as he walked towards his desk among the desks of other agents. Already, there was a stack of papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and submitted. A tired groan emits from his lips, not wanting to inch anymore near his desk, yet Hunnigan would chew his ass out if he did not complete them, something he aspired to avoid.

On cue, heels echoed behind him until he was faced with the honeyed eyes behind a red pair of glasses peering back to his blue ones. It was early in the morning, yet her appearance and stature were precise as ever. There was never a crease or stain on her usual blazer and slacks. “Good morning, Leon,” Hunnigan announced. The prominent FOS agent that has always provided unrivaled intel when she aids him on missions, forms a faint smile on her face as she strolls past Leon, reports in one hand while the other hand carries a mug full of coffee.

Leon’s brows briefly hiked in acknowledgment to her presence, allowing the other agent to settle at her desk. “Morning, Hunnigan,” he replies, leaning on his desk. Now, there was a question he had been meaning to ask Hunnigan, but he was unsure how to deliver it

With an adjustment in his throat, Leon crosses his arms, “Question, Hunnigan… Uh, how do you know the therapist you referred me to?” He finally breathes out, pausing to glance at her at her desk.

Leon notices Hunnigan’s eyebrows raise, evidently puzzled at his sudden question. Hopefully he did not raise any suspicions regarding his therapist.

Instead, the lips on Hunnigan curve into a smile; Leon seemingly struck an evocation of her history with his therapist. She took a sip of her coffee before setting the mug carefully on her desk, a subtle thud from the surface, “We were dorm roommates back in university a couple years back. I have kept in contact with her since… Why? Did you have problems with her in session?” She questions, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Not at all, she has honestly been sweet and professional in our first session. I was curious to know your relations with her,” Leon reassures Hunnigan, his own smile forming. For Leon, this was the direction he needed to learn about the life of his therapist prior to her current career, and Hunnigan was easily bestowing that piece of information to him. Although, he desired additional details of her life than what Hunnigan just endowed.

A hum emits from Hunnigan’s lips while she opens a drawer of her desk, piquing Leon’s appeal as she suddenly brings out a mini photo album. Then a wave from Hunnigan’s hand beckons him over to her desk, prompting her to flip several pages of the photo album until she taps a particular picture several times with her pointer finger. If Leon could jump through pictures, this is one he would.

The sight was a sight to behold, nothing yet could transcend what Leon was presently perceiving with his own eyes. A younger version of Hunnigan and you in casual clothes posing together on a couch. Hunnigan had an arm wrapped around your shoulder whereas you laid your head on Hunnigan’s shoulder, holding two peace symbols with your hands and a slight smile on your face. This picture panged his heart yet seemingly excited Leon in more ways than one.

“This must have been when you and her were in college, huh?” Leon questions in an amused tone, raising the photo album from Hunnigan’s desk to his face. He intended to inspect every feature of the young face of his therapist.

“Yeah, we were in our first year together at university in that picture. Once you get to know her more, you’ll learn she is soft-spoken and reserved, yet overall sweet,” Hunnigan mentions, observing Leon from her desk as she indulges in another sip of her coffee.

An abrupt ring from Hunnigan’s office phone redirects their attentiveness from the photo to the source of sound. Swiftly, Hunnigan grabs the office phone from the reception console to her ear.

“Ingrid Hunnigan, sir.” She replies upon answering the phone. At that moment, Leon closes the photo album, returning it to the surface on Hunnigan’s desk while she speaks on the phone.

“We need to be there now? Yes, sir. We will be on our way…”

With that final response, Hunnigan returns the phone on the receptor. “We were summoned for a briefing, they want us there in 5. Ready to leave, agent Kennedy?” She remarks, directing her eyes to Leon beside her desk.

Leon begrudgingly nods to her, a huff emitting from his mouth as he steps away from Hunnigan’s desk to exit their office,” Yeah, let’s go…” He mutters, knowing he can not escape this briefing. The director and higher ups of the government owned him, a pawn for them to dictate his every movement.

Within the next hour, Leon found himself in a room of high ranking government personnels in a secluded room meant for debriefings, discussing the details of his next mission. While Hunnigan was seated beside him at the table, writing notes for intel, Leon let his mind escape from where he was to where he could be. Within these last few days, his eagerness to be in the presence of his therapist was an understatement. To admit he was possessed by a particular fondness for his therapist from one session would entail humiliation. This admiration was his guilty pleasure to keep secret for now.

The voices of the government officials regarding the trivial information of the mission were drowned out, as he recalls the finer details of the crimson colored skirt and blazer with those pair of black heels that accentuates your figure in all the right places from last session.

Leon’s breath hitches when he notices the pants area around his groin feel tighter. Any movement in his chair, he felt his dick rub against the fabric of his dress pants. He let his imagination idled further than he intended, now he had to endure a hard on during the remainder of the meeting. Dire thoughts consisted of silent prayers that none in the room would notice the growing bulge in his pants, coercing his body to keep his legs under the table.

In his favor, the briefing only lasted 10 more minutes, however he needed to wait for the room to clear before he could stand from his chair. To his side, Hunnigan cocked her eyebrows in confusion, “Are you okay, Leon?” She inquires, noticing his flushed face.

“Yeah, my stomach just hurts. Probably that damn Mcgriddle I ate earlier this morning, not setting well with me. I’m fine, I’ll meet you back in the office, okay?” Leon chuckles in breathes, his cheeks blooming a blush. Thank god he was witty enough to conjure some bullshit at that moment. It worked, Hunnigan gave him a concerned nod, proceeding to leave the briefing room.

Now that Leon was the only remaining presence in the room, he immediately stood from his chair before peeking his head out the door to peer down the hall. Not a soul in sight. With that internal green light, Leon treads to a nearby single stall bathroom. After an exasperated sigh, he twirls around to lock the door behind him once inside. When the lock clicks, ensuring his privacy, Leon then lowers his gaze to the bulge in his pants. Leon turns around once more to lean on the door, unzipping the fly of his dress pants with one hand, his erection greedily desiring to be unconfined.

Once he pulled down his pants and briefs, he was met with the sight of his hardened cock leaking with precum. His hand immediately attends to firmly grasp the shaft of his dick, gradually pumping in a rhythmic motion. The other hand reaches inside his breast pocket, retrieving his new found valuable.

A grin forms on Leon’s lips when he unfolds the photo of Hunnigan and you during your college years. His fingers maneuver to fold the photo in half, only displaying your side of the pictures, throwing those cute peace signs at the camera. His eyes bore into the picture, scanning every aspect of your face and body while his other hand tugs the skin of his length. With each stroke, he stared at your lips in the picture, fantasizing those pretty pink lips wrapped around him while you kneel before him on the bathroom floor to worship the very floor he stood on. While the sensation from his warm hand intensified, he let out mewls of whimpers from his mouth. The beat of his heart accelerated, as his forehead produced beads of sweat.

His own lustful mind seemingly manifests a phantom of you through pure imagination, wearing the same red blazer and skirt from the previous session. How could you not comprehend red was the color of seduction that would entice desperate men such as him? Leon then spits on his hand to apply as a lube to pump himself at a rapid pace with his palm. In his perverse reverie version of you, he envisioned those lips of yours engulfing his dick, inch by inch until you feel yourself desperately gagging for air. His concentration returned to the picture in his other hand, studying the eyes of the woman he was currently envisioning with him entirely in her mouth and lulled eyes gazing up to his face.

“Fuck-,” Leon breathes out with a hitch, his body shuddering along with the accumulating waves of pleasure. In spurts, his throbbing cock releases ropes of cum onto his dress pants and floor of the bathroom. While in the pinnacle of his climax, Leon rides out his bliss with several strokes until his arousal gradually ceases.

After the euphoric high seemed to wane, follows the familiar sentiment of guilt. In shameful realization, Leon immediately slumps back against the door while he catches his breath. With several blinks of his eyes, his head hangs down and gazes down to the bathroom floor. The tile floor appeared disgusting, just like him. No one needed to bring awareness to Leon that he was crossing the thin line that separates love and obsession. That thin line being infatuation, impeding an inevitable desire that will consume his prospect. Even with those aspects into consideration, he was completely enthralled by you.

Leon used two fingers to stretch the opening of his breast pocket, simply sliding the folded photo in its rightful place, before gently patting the breast pocket with his hand. By recomposing himself, Leon yanked his underwear and pants to his waist after adjusting his dress shirt and vest. To the best of his ability, Leon tried to wipe off the cum stains on his pants with a wet paper towel. ‘This is fucking embarrassing,’ Leon mused within himself.

Eventually, Leon departed from the sight of the bathroom to stroll the halls of the building. Down the hall, he noticed the door to your office was wide open, the light from the room partially cascading onto the floor of the hall. While nearly tempted to sneak a peek at you, Leon understood it was better to see you during his time.

The morning and afternoon breezed by with the appalling amount of paperwork from Hunnigan as he worked at his desk. For the flow of time, he remained engrossed in his work until it was nearly time to leave. By 4:50PM, Leon spared no hesitation to submit the documents on Hunnigan’s desk, followed by a final wave of goodbye for the weekend as Leon eagerly exited the office. His next destination was quite obvious.

Similar to the last session, Leon notices his therapist seated at her desk so immersed in paperwork that she was not aware of his presence. Only a knock from his hand on the door jolted her from her work, her gaze finally directed to Leon at the entrance of her office. Those luscious lips that he desperately wants to taste, forms a grin when your eyes recognize who was at the door.

“Welcome back, Leon,” You address him gently, standing from your chair to greet him formally.

Upon seeing you walk towards him, Leon had to contain his disappointment when he discerned your dress pants in substitute for a skirt. This session, you were professionally dressed in a lilac colored blazer and slacks. While the previous outfit was preferable, Leon knew his last comment nestled into your mind in some way. He really wanted to take a peek at your legs, maybe imagine them wrapped around his waist.

“So, should we get started?” Your silk-like voice interrupts his train of thought. You were already seated at one of the two arm chairs, waiting for him to be seated on the other.

“Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting,” Leon murmurs, blushing as if he were caught red-handed. These intrusive thoughts were repulsive, a kind and soft-spoken woman such as you did not deserve to be regarded in such a manner

‘To hell with it, she doesn’t have to know,’ Leon rationalizes, maintaining an innocent smile as he sits in front of you.

‘She doesn’t suspect a thing’

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon x reader #female reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon x fem reader #resident evil 4 remake #within session #ingrid hunnigan #resident evil leon

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