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poundstonaira · 17 days ago
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phish food - chapter index
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prologue (out now)
chapter 1 -
chapter 2 -
chapter 3 -
chapter 4 -
chapter 5 -
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poundstonaira · 17 days ago
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phish food - chapter zero
prologue - pilot
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The air still smelt like battle. Smoke, air, blood, betrayal. It’s the kind of smell that you never forget because of how traumatic the war was. The kind of stench that never truly fades– not from the battlefield, but from  your memory.
They crowned Asta as the Wizard King a year ago. Around that same time, you wore WIllian Vangeance’s– no. his former mantle: Captain of the Golden Dawn. 
You stood on the edge of the base’s tower, just right above the training yard, watching knights practice how to break their enemies bones using their squadmates as friendly practice. This was all fine, although there were certain pieces, and people missing. 
Klaus and Mimosa were near you, watching the others as well.
 Obviously, he wasn’t here. You didn’t go to the coronation. You couldn’t stomach it. The look he gave you across the grand banquet hall the night before– when the verdict was announced like a whisper in the wind– was enough. He didn’t speak. There was no need for him to open his mouth. You could sense his mana getting twisted with the storm brewing in him, sharp, bold and silent. Thinking about that moment made your heart twist with its tubes. That day still haunts you more than you can handle. 
The clang of weapons echoed through the courtyard. Golden Dawn members pushed themselves harder these days– more magic, more force, more hunger to prove that they still belonged at number one of all the squads. You watched from the top of the tower, arms folded, eyes hyperfocused but tired. 
Klaus barked corrections to your subordinates, like his voice and those glasses of his could contort mana itself. Mimosa stood beside you, watching silent, but peacefully. 
“This one’s a little sloppy with his reinforcement spells,” she pointed at one of the knights with a fixed stare, “He may even burn himself before he can land a blow.” 
You nodded in agreement. “He’ll burn himself that way. That’ll teach him." You muttered. 
You felt Klaus shooting you a glance, half disapproving, half impressed. You weren’t Vangeance, and you certainly weren’t him. You had your own ways of leading. You were a sharpshooter. Less patient. Evidently colder. 
You didn’t mind.
You felt a small gust of wind coming to the right of you, causing you to raise a brow. Your messenger crow  was coming towards you. That was strange because you rarely have been receiving messages since last year, before the war with the Spade Kingdom and the Dark Triad. Finally, the crow comes before you, letter in mouth. You take it from the crow and read who it is from.
Asta. 
Captain ______
I’d like to talk with you. If possible, could we please talk today? Alone?
Asta
Your fingers tightened around the paper. His handwriting still remains horrible and hard to read, but you felt the serious tone through the ink.
He wants to talk to me? About what? Nothing has happened since the war last year. Forget that, I haven’t spoken to Asta since he’s become the Wizard King… 
It was something you had to think about. Talking to Asta wasn’t the hard part because he wasn’t a person that was hard to approach. The matter was: what was there to talk about? Your ex-boyfriend lost in a lifelong battle for the throne that Asta now sits on, even though your ex was the one who had all the accolades and was recognized the most, and he still lost. In the end, he was second place, to the boy that was feared the most by the nobles of the kingdom, most recognized for “trouble”.
Tch. You would be salty too. 
“Klaus. Please watch over everyone’s training.” You sighed, looking at him. 
“Where are you going?” He asked. 
“Asta wants to speak to me.” Was all you said before using your Heaven’s String Magic to make a portal and teleport to wherever Asta was.
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You had invisible-like strings on everyone you cared for. How your magic worked was that you could turn atoms of your body into strings and attach them onto people, places, objects, animals, any living or inanimate structure and control them using said strings. So, in this case, since you care about Asta, your strings guided you through the portal and sent you to Hage Village. Asta’s childhood village.
“Hage Village, huh?” You said allowed as you looked around from the onto the hill you were standing on. 
“ _/_…” You heard a male’s voice from behind you. You quickly turned around as soon as you heard the first syllable of your name. The male had ash-blond hair, big but stunning bright, vibrant green eyes, a black right arm, a black vest, a red cape which covered his left arm that had the Black Bulls insignia on it, black pants and boots, and a soft smile that sat on his face. 
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“Asta…” You stared at him intensely with wide eyes. You could cry just by being in his presence. You couldn’t believe it was actually him now. The boy you used to visit every month for 10 years from your manor just to watch him fail at magic every single day of his life, just for him now to be the Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom that stood right in front of you; as if you were his best friend and not one of his Magic Knight Captains. 
“You look so different now that you're Captain of the Golden Dawn!” He beamed, pulling you in for a hug. 
“You can’t be talking, Wizard King Asta.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him gently. 
“Just call me Asta. That’s enough for me.” 
“Just call me Yuno. That’s enough for me.” A wild flashback appeared in your brain. Your heart sank because of the similarity of the two boys. You shook that memory away. You lifted your arms from him and took a step back, to look at him once again. 
“Uhm…” You look away from him and to the vibrant grass staring at your black and gold knee-high boots, something to avoid eye contact, anything to not look at that optimistic gaze of his. “What did you want to talk about? It has been awhile.” You asked, still looking away. 
“I was worried. It’s been a year since I’ve last seen you. I mean, I’ve heard updates from Klaus, and you know, the reports coming from the Golden Dawn but, I haven’t seen you. I was worried. Have I done something to make you stay away from me?” 
“It’s been a year since we’ve last seen each other?” You now looked at him with a raised eyebrow, your heart slightly dropping at the realization. You haven’t noticed until now but, you’ve been avoiding everyone who isn’t a Golden Dawn member since the war against Spade. It wasn’t on purpose, but it was a response to the trauma you’ve experienced. It was hard to look at people, talk to others, tell everyone how you’re doing, and communicate with your fellow captains.
 “No…” You shook your head. “That’s impossible, Asta.” You confidently retorted.
“Well, it sure has felt that way.” Asta pouted. “Just because you accidentally tangled yourself in your strings while successfully tangling up Lucius in the process doesn’t mean isolate yourself from us. That helped us win the fight.”
It was also that as well. That specific moment where you gain momentum after slashing down one of Lucius’ clones, you were able to salvage some remains of molecules from your body that were turned into strings because of your magic and target them right at him. The problem was though, he was levels above. Lucius saw that, and so did everyone else once you were tangled in your own magic. This makes you feel uneasy and anxious when reminded of that moment.
“It doesn’t matter if I was able to concentrate my magic into trapping him, he copied it and made it his own. And even if it was just for that very moment, I was weak. A man was able to successfully use my magic against me in the exact manner I use it against my enemies. It was humbling.” You explained, your heart slowly dragging down to your stomach, wanting this conversation to be over. 
“But, because of that, we won. That’s all that matters.” Asta spoke with a serious tone, staring right at you. You looked at him back and blinked slowly, eyes squinted from the exhaustion of thinking back to last year. Somehow, the vision in his eyes was still bright enough to make another star, even after all Asta has been through. He’s grown, he’s more mature now. Hell, he’s even 5'7 after a year. Who knew growth spurts could happen within a couple of months? 
“I guess.” You finally looked away and scoffed.
“You’re always guessing.” He pouted, raising an eyebrow. 
“I guess.” You scoffed again. 
“Oh come on, _ /_!” He exclaimed, evidently tired of your dry humor. 
“Is that why you wanted to speak to me? Because of my lack of appearances? Or was it something else?”
“I wanted to ask you about… Yuno.” You stiffened. It wasn’t obvious but Asta saw that in your body language. You didn’t like that he noticed. There was a silence between you two. All that could be heard from the wind passing the nearby trees, the work of the farmers, and the distant chattering of families and children. 
You swallowed that name down your throat. It wasn’t a pleasant taste but it sure was something bitter. No sweetness. 
“I haven’t seen him since last year.” You spoke stoically. 
Asta scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “Yeah, I kinda figured that out. It’s just… after the coronation, he disappeared. No letter. No message. No goodbye. He just left. And I thought, maybe–” 
“Maybe he’d talk to me before anyone else?” You cut in, trying to see where his head is at. 
Asta blinked, surprised. “Yeah…”
 “I thought that too, but why? You know him better than anyone else does.” You sighed through your nose. You felt the wind shift. Even the mana around you tense. It was then silent between you too again. The words hung between you two like broken thread. For a minute, neither of you spoke. 
“I didn’t go after him.” You admitted, looking away, folding your arms over your chest. “It wasn’t my place. I had to look over the squad. Somebody did. He left, and I let him.” 
Asta looked at you, his eyes softening. 
“Maybe that makes me selfish, or it makes me a coward–”
“Or maybe it makes you human.” Asta’s voice softened. You looked away again, eyes following the clouds overhead. “I became Captain of the Golden Dawn, Asta. I had to rebuild the squad, replace every single one of our dear members that we lost… using my strings to thread us back together.”
A dry laugh slipped from your throat. “If I chased him… I doubt I would’ve come back.” 
Asta stared at you, trying to figure out if you were still the same girl he knew last year, and all the years prior. “So you still–” 
“I still don’t know what to feel.” You cut him off. “I loved him. I loved who he was. But then, he left. I don’t know who he is anymore.” 
Suddenly–
The sky started to twist. A massive swarm of mana surged, cracking through the atmosphere. The birds fled. The grass flattened. Even the horizon bent.
You turned just in time to see a small, green conjunction– no, a tear– open midair.
And from the tear, stood him. 
The Cloak of Spade royalty. Two grimoires at each hip. Aura sharp enough to cut stone. His eyes, still that untouchable gold, found you automatically. And they burned.
Asta and you turned to look at each other with the same damned look of visceral shock.
“_/_”
Yuno.
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poundstonaira · 19 days ago
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phish food - yandere! spade king! yuno x f! magic knight reader
Did u abandoned this fic, before it even begin?
oh absolutely not.
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I've been writing for phish food for awhile I just am so booked and busy
I just have a lot going on 😭😭😭 give me until thursday alright 😫
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poundstonaira · 2 months ago
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okay, i'll start writing now.
i have prom tonight and im so tired, which makes me not want to go. so i'm going to do something to energize myself: going back to writing from my drafts.
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poundstonaira · 2 months ago
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Reminder
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// If you’re a minor, get off my page, this isn’t for you //
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poundstonaira · 5 months ago
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hey so uh
I have not forgotten about my stories. it's just that I'm spending time on real life things such as:
school (uni)
a job (i hate my job lmao)
prom (that should be fun)
transitioning to adulthood
im also little bit depressed and my writing style is changing as I grow older mentally . my stories are starting to make me cringe every time I check Google docs. 😭 so I'm just trying to restart all my drafts to how I like them.
that being said, there probably won't be any updates until like May... I really have to get myself together, everyone.
soz 😞🫠
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poundstonaira · 8 months ago
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when the fanfic famine so bad you gotta use cai
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poundstonaira · 11 months ago
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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
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poundstonaira · 11 months ago
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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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phish food - yandere! spade king! yuno x f! magic knight reader
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synopsis: Prince Yuno of the Spade Kingdom didn't originally, officially have the title of 'Prince'. Not until his former adopted brother and rival, Asta took the role as the Clover Kingdom's Wizard King. Now, he's full of rancor, tired, jealous, and over zealous. Over zealous on getting the one other thing he wanted desperately in life. You. You happened to take his spot as captain at the Golden Dawn, not knowing that even though it feels as if he is gone, he's always lurking in the shadows.
content warning: stalking, manipulation, gore, sa, sh, stabbing, abuse, trapping via pregnancy, yandere yuno, chains, bad ending for reader, swords, abuse of power, blood, more to come. dead dove do not eat.
PROLOGUE IS OUT NOW.
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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they hate me because i :3 no matter WHAT
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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Mascara - Albert Wesker x F!Reader
A/N - There is one scene thats a bit ... uncomfortable (?) but for the sake of my trauma and others, I was NOT going to write a non-con scene. Absolutely not. There's is barely any smut in this because I believe storytelling can be good without smut. It's not everyday sex ngl.
CW: Obsessed Wesker, Stalking, minor dubcon intercourse scene, Cat and Mouse vibes, Dry Humping, Gun Violence, Age Gap, Kidnapping, Wesker being an Asshole, Captain and Lieutenant, Wesker is bad at feelings, bad story with HEA.
Song Inspiration: Mascara - Deftones
Word Count: 10,639
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Summary: Captain Albert Wesker of STARS is obsessed with his Lieutenant. He feels as if soon, he'll sink into her. What does she think of that?
1. LONG, SHADY EYES
“Lieutenant, have you seen how weird the Captain has been acting?” Your fellow teammate, Jill told you while you guys were hanging out at the front office of the police station, drinking your hot chocolate after a quick mission. It was early December, which means it was snowing heavily, and everyone needed a quick hot refreshment after saving the citizens of Racoon City.
“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow, not knowing what Jill meant as you stared into her light blue eyes in confusion. 
“I don’t know… but something is off about him…” She said, twirling her cup of hot chocolate in her hand, her look stern.
Recently, Captain Albert Wesker has been more tired-looking than usual. It must’ve been either the endless hours of paperwork, the amount of calls to the police department for them to summon the members of STARS to handle some of the toughest crimes in the city, or the reports of countless women going missing after leaving a club late at night. Or, could it have been something else? 
It was dark outside, and the snow from the sky was falling down relentlessly. It was brutal out there, which is why barely anyone came in to work today. From STARS, it was only Captain Wesker, Jill, Chris, Rebecca, and you.
“Like what?” You asked the short-haired brunette, taking a sip of your sweet hot chocolate, savoring the delightful taste. 
“I think…” Jill paused, appearing that she was thinking hard about her answer into the realms of daze before she spoke again. “It has something to do with you. ” 
Your heart moved down a bit, but it didn’t drop to your stomach… yet. You were good at your job, you were flexible when it came to hand-to-hand combat, intelligent when it came to planning solutions in tight situations, strong when it came to holding your own, wise when it came to everything else, and overall so stunning. 
“ Me ?” You pointed at yourself, looking around to see if JIll got you confused with anybody else, ignoring the distant footsteps coming closer from the stairs. “I literally have been doing all of his commands without question and I’ve been doing them flawlessly. Why the hell would he have a problem with me?” You scoffed, a little scared but irritated. 
“Lieutenant, the Captain wants to see you in his office.” Chris spoke in a worried tone, coming down from the stairs. 
Oh? 
Now your heart really dropped to your stomach. That’s not good. 
“Did he state why?” You questioned Chris, taking another sip of your drink.
Captain Wesker is not the one to call people to his office for anything, really; only if they have been slacking on the job or actual imperative reasons. This must be serious. 
You might just be in for one hell a night. 
“No… He just said that you should come and that it’s urgent. ” 
In unison, you and Jill both flashed each other a look that included wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Urgent? 
“Oh…” You muttered, your heart dropping once more. 
“Should we wait for you?” Chris asked, standing next to Jill. You nervously sipped down the rest of your hot chocolate before you shook your head and threw the cup at the nearby bin, already walking up the stairs towards what could be your doom. 
“No… you guys should get going before the blizzard gets worse.” You implied, waving at them while still walking up the stairs. 
“Are you sure?”  Chris insisted. 
“Yes. Don’t worry. I doubt it's anything serious. The Captain is probably just in one of his moods. I’ll be fine.” You let out a heavy sigh, hoping this little meeting with the Captain isn’t anything too serious. 
“Come in.” You didn’t even have to knock before you heard Wesker’s voice from the other side of the door. You opened the door to see your Captain automatically staring at you. In the dimly lit room, you feel his presence before you see him. As you enter, he occupies the chair with a predatory ease, his frame sprawling, arms confidently resting on each side. The lamplight casts shadows on his angular features, accentuating the intensity in his cold-blue eyes fixed on you.
“Hello, Captain.” You greeted him quietly, your usual, calm persona already leaving you as soon as you felt his aura. It was chilling for some reason. Very strange. 
You closed the door behind you for more privacy as you stood by it, not wanting to move away from said door because of how nervous you were at this moment. 
That was your first mistake: closing the door. 
“Hello there, Lieutenant.” He greeted you back. “Why don’t you take a seat?” Wesker asked you with a grin, eyeing the chair opposite his desk. 
He seems so eager to talk to me, this is a little strange. You thought, needing some space from Wesker. 
“I don’t want to-” You attempted to protest, waving your hand but his voice caught you off-guard.
“It was a command, Lieutenant.” Wesker’s grunt voice and his intense, chilling blue-eye stare filled your body with chills and the small hairs on your arms and the back of your neck rose. Did you really do something wrong?
Your gentle persistence faltered as you slowly took the seat in front of your Captain, both pairs of eyes still focused on one another as his pair of cool blue eyes made you a little queasy. You had to look away or else you would’ve started to physically shake. Your gentle, feminine eyes started to wander around his office. It was quite dim– very dim, actually. The only things that were giving it light were the two lamps by either side of his desk. There was the S.T.A.R.S insignia embedded into the wall behind him, and the walls painted, stained with an ugly shade of blue, to you.
You started to speak up after the moment of silence. “Chris told me that it was urgent for me to talk to you…” You spoke, fingers from your left hand playing with the chrysanthemum tattoo on your right hand.  “Is there something wrong?” You asked, still not giving your captain eye contact, instead, giving your visual attention to the tattoo of your favorite flower on your hand.
“You’re really good at your job, Lieutenant.”  You look up at him, raising an eyebrow at his statement. It wasn’t that you were insecure or anything, matter of fact, you knew you were good at your job. You were the Lieutenant of S.T.A.R.S Alpha team for crying out loud. Why is he telling you such an obvious fact? 
“I know I am. Thank you.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 
“No need to get cocky, dearheart .” Wesker smirked, his voice low and grunt. 
Oh. That’s different. Dearheart? You wanted to mentally ignore that last word, but it stuck with you.
“Is that why you called me here today? To compliment me?” You ask him, tilting your head to the side, giving Wesker a tired look. If he really wanted to praise you for your work, Albert Wesker should be on his hands and knees before your feet, thanking you for your existence, cherishing you with a raise and all the gifts you’ve wanted in life. Instead, he’s just front sitting you, staring at you in the most creepy, gnarly, and uncomfortable way ever. 
“You're a very useful asset to the team. I was looking through your data and reports and I couldn’t help but be impressed by you.” He praised you. 
“So… what else? That’s it?” You ask him, rolling your eyes at his words. 
“What’s the rush, my dear ?” He questioned you, pale, wintry cold, blue eyes boring into your siren ones which were laced with mascara on the eyelashes. He leaned in over the desk, making you slowly move back.
“You’re doing nothing but complimenting me, I thought you called me to your office for something actually important-” You tried to get a point but he cut you off. 
“ You are important, Lieutenant. Which is why I wanted to see you, and only you .” 
At this point, you’re convinced this is an imposter, not your Captain. Your brain cannot wrap around this new behavior at all. All you know is that your guard needs to be up.
“Where are you going with this, Captain? Are you drunk?” You ask him, annoyance and small fear tinted across your voice. 
That was your second mistake; asking that question.  
“Tch. How bold of you to ask me that blunt question.” He scoffed, shaking his head. 
“Well excuse me for my rudeness but I am very tired and I want to go home, and you’re wasting my time.” You stood up from the seat, walking towards the door, you heard Wesker sigh but thought nothing much of it. You were irritated because you actually thought you did something wrong, but no, your Captain is in a peculiar mood today and that’s pretty much it. (It seems like.)
Before your hand could even touch the doorknob, you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Your heart wasted no time dropping to the pits of your stomach. Slowly, you slightly turn your head around to see Wesker’s eyes staring right into your soul, again. This time, you feel a sense of fear arising on your body as he looks a little tense. 
“Where do you think you’re going, Lieutenant ?” His voice this time low, laced with dangerous venom from the bottom of his throat. This time, your body felt on edge, feeling weak everywhere and even light-headed.
“H-Home...” You stuttered, this time looking down at where his hand held you on your waist, where your other chrysanthemum tattoo was. You lay your right hand on his to see how hard he was gripping you and oh , his grip was secure and tight. 
“I don’t remember saying that I dismissed you. Why are you so eager to leave?” He whispered into your ear, that transatlantic accent sending shivers down your spine and his cold breath blew onto your neck.
You bit your lip, trying to hold your breath because of how scared you were. There is nothing worse than feeling the looming doom of something bad happening to you, and you don’t have much control over it. “...” You need to talk, you need to speak up. “Because… I want to go home.” You blurted out. It wasn’t a lie. 
A chuckle with malicious intent just left Wesker’s mouth as his grip on you tightened, even from behind, you flinched as he rubbed himself against your behind, letting out a deep groan. 
“You can’t go just yet, my dear. I haven't finished enjoying my time with you.” He then said, his other hand slithering under your long-sleeve uniform shirt and onto one of your breasts. 
“Let me go, Captain...” Your voice cracked and tears were on the verge of spilling onto your eyes, you were shaking, terrified with no one to help you but yourself. It was only Chris, Jill, Wesker and you in the office when you were downstairs but because you told your two colleagues to leave, you only have yourself to use to defend yourself.
“No…” Wesker whispered again, letting out a little laugh as he could hear the fear in your voice. He squeezed your breast, making you gasp. “I don’t think I will.” The blond male responded slyly, pushing himself roughly against your backside again. He was hard. 
“H-Huh?” You muttered. You were sweating, shaking, crying, trying to wiggle out of this tightly, evil grasp but it didn’t work. Wesker was too strong, too evil, too good.  
“Kiss me, Lieutenant.” He spoke, leaning into the side of your neck and giving it one long lick. You visibly gagged as you felt the cold saliva on your neck. It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command. 
“Fuck no!” You screamed, finally growing the courage to turn around, elbow him and slap him in the face. He let out an angry groan as he held his face with his hand, he wasn’t bleeding, but he was bruised. 
That was your third mistake; slapping him.
“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter, Lieutenant .” He laughed at you from where he was standing, looking at you again. This time he stared at you, licking his lips as he eyed that voluptuous body of yours. You cursed to yourself, looking back at the door, and then back to Wesker.
This was your chance. You had to run out of here. And so you did, not turning back once as you ran full throttle to your office, grabbing your stuff and out of the station. 
Damn, it was cold outside. 
Luckily, you parked right at the parking lot since there weren’t many people in today due to the heavy snow. Panting with fear, you turned on your car, got inside, turned on the engine and quickly moved out of the station.
2. I'M ALL ABOUT HER SHADE TONIGHT
It was the next day and you were not sure what was real and what was false. All you know is that you did not want to go into work today. That was for sure. 
But, you can’t have it your way. Missing work without a prior notice is very dangerous at the Racoon City Police office. 
You were currently sitting in front of your vanity. Your hair was a mess, lips bruised from you biting them, your eyes were tinted with red , and you had dark circles under your eyes from staying up all night, trying to listen for signs of intruders… or your captain waiting to kidnap you. You did not like this, at all, whatsoever. 
Your tired eyes move toward the handgun that lays in front of you. It was a Colt 1851 Navy Revolver that was given to you from your father as a gift for making into S.T.A.R.S . From all your years of working at the station, you never would have thought that you might have to use it on your colleagues, let alone Captain Wesker for crying out loud. Who knew he was such a scum of a man?
Yesterday night was something you still couldn’t wrap your head around; Captain Albert Wesker assaulted you. 
Those words don’t even make any sense. Your captain, who is always wearing those dark sunglasses even when the scene is more dark than midnight with no lights in the street, who is always serious and time for absolutely nobody’s bullshit, who is always picking on Chris for even the slightest of mistakes, who is always serious about his job and the safety of the citizens… sexually assaulted you. It doesn’t matter how many times you rapidly blink, or how much water you drink, or how many hours you stay up, because that is exactly what happened. 
And there is no way to justify that. Your superior took advantage of you.
At the same time you could try telling Jill and Chris what happened but, what can they even do? That’ll just cause more chaos and you’ll still have to face Wesker in the end. 
Do you even have a way to confront the son of a bitch? Probably not. But, you’ll never let him get away with this scott-free, that’s for sure. 
“I need to do something about this…” a mutter came out of your mouth as you eye the wooden handled six shooter on your vanity.  “ before I don’t even belong to myself anymore. ” 
Or, do you just ignore him like he doesn’t exist? That can probably work but it is still you too who close the station down when the day ends… and the stow refuses to stop falling.
“No…” You look at the revolver again. I won’t do anything just yet, not until he strikes first. I’ll just ignore him for now. 
You slowly make your way to the STARS Station once again, the snow still falling down.
Can I really do this? Can I ignore him?
You find the snow is starting to fall harder, and the wind begins to pick up.
It seems like the weather does not want to help me either.
You see yourself approaching the doors of the STARS station, and then walking inside.
I have to do this.
You see Wesker standing just at the top of the staircase, even with his stupid shades on, you can still feel his predatory gaze targeting you. Your heart automatically drops to your stomach without failure. 
"Hey, Lieutenant." He waves with a smile on his face. 
You feel like a million thoughts are going through your mind, your mind racing.
I have to ignore him. Be normal. Don't show him anything is wrong.
You take off your Ushanka and shake your head so your hair isn’t flat, so your hair can look free and full of life. Luckily, Chris blocks Wesker out of your vision by standing right in front of you. "Snowy day, isn't it, Lieutenant?" Chris says to you.
You shake your head as you see Chris greet you, and say the same thing to him.
Be normal.
You try to just do your work, as if nothing ever happened.
As the morning progresses, you see Wesker a few times, but you ignore him. You're glad to see that he hasn't approached you or said a word to you yet.
Is he going to let it all slide? Forget about it?
Seeing him has made my heart drop to my stomach multiple times... and it looks like I'm gonna have to stay here overtime again. You think to yourself, and you look at your surroundings carefully, biting your lip. 
You see Wesker a few more times throughout the day, and you feel your heart sink a little with each and every time you see him.
That bastard. Is he going to do anything to me today? Am I just going to have to try to avoid him today as well?
As afternoon sets in, you see Wesker a few more times. Yet, he has yet to approach you or say anything.
Am I safe…? Did he just let this whole thing slide already? Why? Was he just having fun with me?
I don't think I'm safe but I just need to keep ignoring him... I'm only gonna be here until 8:30PM today.
You continue to see Wesker throughout your shift. He's clearly aware that you're also there and seeing him. Yet for some reason, he does not approach you. Nor does he say anything.
Why? Is he just playing with me? Is he just planning something more sinister and twisted when I leave?
You keep doing your work, trying to ignore his very visible presence in the same room as you.
Don't look at him, don't say anything to him, don't even smell him.
As the work day continues, you continue to ignore Wesker. You do all of this, thinking the whole time that...
Maybe he just plans to try and force himself onto me again sometime later after work?
That's it. That's what he's doing. He'll just try it again, only this time he will be better prepared to hide it from the other members of the STARS Alpha team.
Tssk... Shit. What should I do?
That's when you finally see Wesker approaching you now, his eyes still on you.
This is it...
He's going to do something right now.
You feel a rush of anxiety now rush through you, and your heart begins to pound in your chest. He's going to do it again.
I'm screwed... fuck.
Wesker is now standing in front of you, his eyes still locked onto you.
He's going to force himself onto me again. I just know it.
How the hell do I get out of this?!
You turn your head to look at him in fear. Your body is already shaking. You don’t even have your gun on you. You left it in your office. What should I do? No. What CAN I do?
Wesker sees your reaction, and a small smile begins to creep across his face.
He knew this would work. He's not even trying to hide it.
He reaches his hand out, and before you can even say or do anything. Wesker is holding you in a tight grip.
Oh no... oh no... oh no…
Wesker begins to slowly move you off from the desks you both were working at and away from the team.
No one is seeing what's happening... They just think we're working together.
They think nothing is happening right now...
Wesker begins to slowly move you towards one of the closed meeting rooms. He's going to force himself onto you right now and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Someone… please… help me. 
No one is seeing this happening and Wesker continues to hold your small frame in his tight grip. As he pushes you towards the closed meeting room, he begins to force the door open.
He pushes the door open and forces you inside now, his grip still not loosening.
As you begin to hear the noise of the snow outside again, you see Wesker close the door and lock it.
Oh god... oh god... oh god...
Wesker looks at you now, his face getting closer to you.
Now what...? What's he going to do?
You’re still breathing heavily, shaking, feeling all so uneasy. 
“...” You don’t say anything, but you just stare at him. Wesker leans in now, his lips getting closer to your ear.
"Hello, Lieutenant."
“...” You still can’t talk. 
Wesker's voice now whispers into your ear.
"Did you miss me...Lieutenant?"
He's talking to me as if nothing even happened. He's acting as if what he did was no big deal, as if nothing even happened. My god... is this what it's going to be like?... Just acting like nothing happened?
“W-what?” You manage to stutter in silent anger and confusion. Wesker slowly leans even closer now, his hands now still gripping you.
"Did you miss me..." He whispers into your ear again.
My god... I don't know what to say... I don't know what to do…
"I missed hearing your little voice..." Wesker whispers again, his hand now slowly going up your back.
"Captain... s-stop this..." You attempt to try and speak up again, but of course he isn’t going to listen to you. 
Wesker's grip on you remains firm.
"I’m not going to stop." He taunted you. Wesker's hand now continues to slowly move up your back, his fingers moving to the nape of your neck.
“That’s a good girl…” He chuckled near your ear.
It is then that a loud smack is heard as you slap him across the face with your right hand. Wesker, caught off guard by the hit, lets go of you. Without looking back, you quickly run to the door and unlock it. 
“Agh! You bitch!” He groaned loudly. 
The door opens now, and you rush out. You see Wesker is looking at you with a look of both shock and rage.
I need to run to my office and hide there, locking my office is a must!
You ran, evidently, you sprinted, not caring how loud your footsteps were as you basically flew down the hallway. With your Captain being more fit, more stronger, and faster than you, of course he was right on your tail . You rush into your office, feeling a sense of relief once its door is shut and locked. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest now.
Oh no... oh no... oh no...
You see Wesker try the doorknob, but the door does not open. He pounds on it, and asks you to open it. You didn’t plan this through, so you’re trapped. Wesker continues to bang on the door.
"Open the goddamn door, Lieutenant."
His voice now sounds furious.
He's been caught off guard by a single hit, and so now he's going to be more cruel.
"..." You don't answer him... You’re frantically looking around your office to see if there is anything you can use to further defend yourself.
Wesker's banging on the door is loud and terrifying.
Do not let him in... you must not let him in. Just don't make any noise. You look around your office, not seeing anything you could use to defend yourself. The door to your office can only keep him out so long… He will eventually break this door open.
Wait... My revolver…
You see your revolver, which you normally keep hidden, sitting in your desk. Could that actually help you ? It's the only thing that could possibly help you. If you could surprise attack him with it, maybe that would work. Wesker is still banging on the door now, his voice still furious.
"Lieutenant! Open the goddamn door now!" Wesker bellowed, banging on with what seemed like most of his strength. You can see the door caving in and out with every bang. 
You grab the revolver out of the drawer, and you open the ammo... there is only one bullet that remains but it is not next to be shot. 
Maybe if I can catch him off guard...
Your hand is shaking, your mind racing...
One single bullet. Do I just try shooting him with this?
You keep listening at the door as Wesker continues banging on it.
There's no way he will let this slide.
Wesker then begins to say something to you.
"Lieutenant... I already told you, I’m not going to stop."
My god... he's still acting as if nothing happened. He's not going to let this go.
You slide down on the wall that the door is on. You’re shaking, you’re crying, you’re even sweating while the weather is freezing cold outside. It’s getting too much for you now. Why can’t you have just one single moment of peace? Why is it that you have to be the victim of power abuse and male obsession?
"..." You start sobbing so loud even Wesker can probably hear it. You hear Wesker laughing on the other side of the door. Your tears are flowing down your face now.
Of course he would enjoy this...
You are trapped in this office. You can't get out. The doors remain locked.
Wesker continues to bang on the door, his voice sounding as if it's taunting you now.
"Look at you, Lieutenant. Crying like a little girl." He continues laughing from the bottom of his throat, as if he just won a game or something. It jabs your heart, it makes you feel so restless and your heart just can’t stop dropping to your stomach. It’s so unfair , it’s so asinine , and it is just so fucking jarring . 
What is with him...?!
His words hurt because they just don't make sense. Am I not allowed to cry? I am not allowed to be upset and angry?
 You’re still sobbing loudly, your left hand trying to wipe all of your tears and your right hand is holding the revolver on the ground.
Wesker continues banging on the door, and you hear him say something again.
"You know, you sounded really pretty when I forced myself onto you before. But now that I know how scared you can be..." He sounds sadistic now. He sounds as if he takes pleasure in knowing you're afraid of him.
"You know... I might just try and do that again after I get in here." Wesker says that last part in a dark, malicious tone, then letting out a low chuckle. 
You scream. And you scream loudly, before going silent and taking a moment of silence to look at the revolver that you now held with both hands. 
Wait... what if I shoot...
You feel your mind racing and racing, your heart beating with fear.
What if I shoot... what if I shoot? Will he be gone?
Your hand is shaking badly now, the revolver firmly in both of your hands.
Is this the only way? There has to be another way!
Wesker is still banging and laughing.
"Hey... Lieutenant?"
“...” You’re panting, trying to catch your breath.
Wesker is still banging, trying to get the door open. 
“Lieutenant? Lieutenant!? I know you’re still in there.” 
"So... you know what?... I'll make you a deal, Lieutenant."
His voice sounds both cruel and sadistic.
What kind of a deal... What kind of a deal will he make?
“...” You stay silent. What deal?
"How about..." Wesker's voice now takes on a more casual tone.
"If you open that door for me right now... I'll just pretend like nothing even happened. We'll just pretend like nothing ever happened between us, and forget your little slap."
That's ridiculous. No way. No way is he willing to just forget.
"Open that door, Lieutenant..." He asks with a cruel, yet casual tone.
What should I do? Is this just him lying to me?
"..." You refuse to listen to him, You will not answer him. You will shoot him.
"You know... your silence only makes it worse for you..." Wesker starts laughing again as he hears your silence. He's still banging on the door. "Lieutenant... you're not making this any easier for yourself." Your hand is still shaking, you keep the revolver firmly in your hands.
It's so heavy, your hand is shaking so much.
"I'll give you... let's say... five more seconds before I really do something bad to you ."
Five seconds? What an evil prick he is. Now, you need to hide. Wesker continues to bang on the door and laugh.
"Lieutenant. Four..... three...... and two."
You run over and try to hide as best as you can in your office, keeping the revolver firmly in both of your hands.
He won't be able to find me that easily... I'll still have time to surprise attack him with this revolver when he comes running in. Yeah.. that's it. That's my plan. I don’t want to kill him though. 
Wesker keeps banging on the door. 
"One..." He says, his voice still casual and as if nothing happened.
Is he actually going to break that door down now? Why is he making this so difficult for me... why isn't he just going to leave me?
You have the revolver in both of your hands now, feeling it become even heavier somehow than it was before. There's only one bullet... don't miss. You mustn't miss it.
What does he even want from me? 
Wesker laughs again, still banging on the door as a smile takes over his face.
"Oh, Lieutenant... you're making this so tough for yourself. All you had to do was not slap me and everything would have been fine." You feel frozen in place, the door banging and his words getting to you.
My god... I have one chance... and one chance alone. After he breaks that door in, there's nothing more I can do. But I wasn't gonna let him have his way with me... no way in hell.
Wesker's words keep banging against your psyche as his banging on the door continues.
"Fine. I’ll be nice. One minute... one minute is all I'm giving you now, dearhear t."
You can feel your hand sweating now as the revolver feels as though it's a hundred pounds.
I have one minute before he comes in here to force himself onto me again. One minute to get the aim of my revolver perfect… If I don’t aim this right then I’m fucked.
Wesker continues to laugh outside and bang on the door.
"Thirty seconds, Lieutenant."He sounds so smug.
 God... why isn't he just going away? Is he really not going to give up until he gets me again? I have to keep calm.
You listen closely now, hearing that even Wesker's breathing is getting louder now and more rapid.
"Open that door, Lieutenant. Open the goddamn door!" Wesker yells now at the top of his lungs.
He's now waiting for you to comply. He's not going to wait for long.
I’m not opening the door. I refuse.
Wesker stops yelling. You think for a few seconds, he might try and break the door down.
"Fine..." Wesker's voice sounds quiet now, and you feel yourself getting more hopeful.
He's going to give up.
"If you won't open that door for me... then I guess I'll just have to open it myself."
He can't be serious... not the actual door.
Your hope and relief fade within a few seconds.
Oh no... he's going to do it... he's going to break it down.
Wesker's voice gets louder again as you hear him walk right up to the door.
"Three... two... one."
You hear your heart immediately racing at a quick pace.
This is it. Now or never. There's no more time left.
"Fine, I'm coming in." Wesker laughs, and you hear him begin to use his shoulder to bang on the door a couple times. This is it. Your chance.
Wesker starts using his foot now to break the door down. He's putting his body weight into breaking that door down.
I have to do it.
Your hand is shaking uncontrollably now, the gun feeling like it is going to slip out of your hands.
Come on... any second now. You’re still shaking, but you're managing to keep your breath under control. Wesker is still kicking the door... your breath is getting shallow...
I can't miss... I can't miss.
Wesker continues to kick the door.
I have to remember my training... I have to keep my aim steady and fire at him...
Wesker kicks the door one last time, and it sounds like it is about to snap.
This is it.
Your hand is shaking like it's going crazy, your breath almost not coming now. You see the door begin to shake and get close to falling. You point the revolver at the door, trying to steady your hand as best as you can. Wesker's entire focus is on the door, trying to break that door down.
God, I can't miss. Do not miss.
And with one final, ruthless kick to your door, it was down. Wesker was now staring down at you, already moving towards your direction.
Bang. 
3. WELL, IT'S TOO BAD
Captain Wesker’s body fell backwards and fell to the ground of your office floor with a loud thump. Immediately, you screamed loud enough to the point where the whole city could hear you. That didn’t really make a difference, though. Same as yesterday, there was no one in the office, just Wesker and you. This time, only one of you is standing.
And the other may be dead.
“Oh my God… Oh my God! I shot him…” To say that you were panicking was an understatement. Your gun dropped to the ground, your hands in your head, eyes wide open with tears spilling out, your mouth was dry and your heart felt like it was trying to leave your body again .
“...”
Is he dead!? Shit! I can’t just leave him like this… But at the same time… You didn’t really know what to do,  you can call the ER but you would probably get arrested since it’s so obvious that you’re the one that shot him down, just look at the little spots of blood on your face and shirt. Or, you can just run away and go home like this never happened. 
Which one will benefit you the most in this predicament? 
I have to go…  
You didn’t have much time to think before one of your colleagues went to check what scream of yours was all about. The thing is, they already left, and there are no cameras in this area of the hall. How cliche. You decided to put on your coat and your Ushanka and run to your car, deciding to never look back. 
Self-preservation is the most important thing to worry about right now. You did what you had to do to defend yourself. Or else…
You kept looking behind you to see if Albert was already on his way to hunt you down, again. He wasn’t there, so you took the advantage and drove out of the station, again . This time it was life or death. 
You still cannot process what has just happened to you in the last 24 hours. 
It was the next day,  Friday. Exactly 24 hours since you left the station. You were in your bed all day. Not even a shower and consuming a single meal helped the fear that you were feeling. It was creepy like the devil hanging out on your shoulder. You felt so uneasy you wanted to scream, but you were too scared to do so. Too scared that someone might hear your… or know what you did yesterday night. Staying in your bed and under the covers was way better than leaving your apartment complex.  
Although it is your personal sanctuary, there was just something enticing about how comfortable your room was. 
Suddenly, your phone rings on your night stand, you reach out your arm to grab it and see the contact who was calling you. It was Jill. Hesitantly, you answer it and put the phone next to your ear. 
“Hello?”  You mumbled, eyes closed as you held the phone next to your ear. 
“Hey, _/_…”  Jill said, she sounded more quiet than usual, saying your first name with a little more caution.
She called me by actual name this time…
“Is everything okay at the office?” You asked, considering how you were out of the office because of yesterday night's events. At the same time, your stomach felt like it was twisted around your ribcage, you were so scared that she would mention him after yesterday night’s events.
“Yes. Everything is absolutely fine. I was just checking in because you weren’t today.” Jill spoke casually.
Oh thank God. 
“Sorry I wasn’t in today, I got sick from the blizzard last night, and plus, I am just really tired.” You groaned, your stomach untwisting from your ribcage in the process. 
“I see. When do you plan on coming back? I can write down your sick days if it makes it easier for you.” She said,  
“Probably next Wednesday. When the snow is calming down.” You responded.
“Okay. That seems fine…” she responded back. There was then a long pause. It was unsettling, it made your heart drop to your stomach a little bit. What is she thinking about?
“Is there something wrong, Jill?” You asked out of anxiety. 
“There’s nothing wrong. I just wanted to warn you to stay safe.” 
“…” This time, you were the one to give a long silence back. Now you were on edge. You were in your house, your sanctuary. What did she mean by “stay safe”?
“We got a new case today, regarding  a woman getting assaulted and attacked. I know you’re my Lieutenant and you know how to defend yourself, but I still want to make sure you’re okay in your current condition.” Jill then explained, sighing shortly after.
“Thank you, Jill. Make sure you watch your back as well. In case you get in some danger, don’t forget the training we did together and the skills I showed you.” You mumbled, not feeling relaxed at all.
“Pffft. I won’t. Anyways, take care of yourself, Lieutenant _/_.”  
“You too, Jill.” 
You ended the call, then got up to look outside your window. The street and pavement was still blanketed in thick white snow. You loved this weather because for some reason it made you feel so safe today, and relaxed, like there wasn’t danger running rampant in this strange world, as if you didn’t shoot your captain yesterday, as if you don’t know if he is currently lurking in the shadows.
Of course he’s lurking. Why didn’t Jill mention the bloody scene at your office, or the absence of Captain Wesker?  Jill goes into your office usually to collect some snacks and other documents that you keep around and she didn’t mention the blood stained floor.  Not only that, what gives it away was that a new case was given to S.T.A.R.S Alpha team and only the Captain can command the team to investigate the cases, and your team received a new case today regarding people going missing.
Oh, he’s definitely lurking, and after this shift is done? He’s all about your shade tonight.
It makes you laugh. For some odd reason, you weren’t that scared anymore. Sure, your Captain attempted to violate you in his office, which causes you to shoot him the next day is very terrifying, but what is more terrifying (from what you’re gathering)  is that he’s still alive, and he’s walking around as if nothing happened. 
What a dedicated stalker. That man is so funny but so persistent. 
“Wesker doesn’t know when to give up, doesn’t he?” You let out a chuckle, smiling to yourself about the realisation of how scary your current predicament really is. You weren’t smiling and laughing to yourself because you were happy, that wasn’t the case at all. It was because you were absolutely petrified. “I’ll let him have his way tonight but, after that, I need to end him quickly. ” You finished talking to yourself, still staring out at the window, awaiting the horrors that will eventually come to life tonight.
And, those horrors wasted no time showing up at your front doorstep. Your blood went cold as you saw your Captain open the front with a makeshift key. You were standing in the middle of the hallway with your gun in your right hand. Wesker was dressed up in his uniform, sans the black vest that he wears while he’s on duty. The blue-eyed monster then bellowed a loud laugh once he laid his cold, unforgiving, crystal blue eyes on your smaller frame, it made you shiver in fear.  
“You’re so cruel, my dear…” He sighed, automatically walked over to you, encasing you in his arms. You couldn’t back away because you were still perplexed as he was still walking around as if you didn’t shoot him right in the stomach. 
“What…” You mumbled quietly, trying to wriggle out of his tight grip. It was uncomfortable, intruding and claustrophobic. It wasn't comforting at all, it felt as if someone was trapping you in a jail cell. 
“How dare you…” Albert started, now slowly snaking  his arms to your backside. Your breath hitched. “How dare you shoot me in your own office and then run away? I had to clean up after your mess.” He questioned you with a pout. Evidently he was mocking you. 
“How are you not dead… I shot you clean in the stomach.” It’s either you said something wrong or it was the look on your face; your pupils were dilated, the colour drained from your face, and your breathing was heavier than before. You were panicking, the reality of the whole situation was dawning on you but you can’t be scared now. You need to face it head strong. 
“You shot me, but you didn’t kill me, my love.” Wesker explained. 
But it doesn’t make any sense… I shot him in the stomach, he should still be in pain, not only that but he shouldn’t even be walking… What the hell? Is he even human? The next time I have the chance, I need this man dead. Expeditiously. 
“With that being said,” You were suddenly lifted off of your feet, and your body was on Wesker’s shoulder, and the both of you were on the way out of the door and to his car. “I’m finally going to have my way with you, dearheart.” Wesker chuckled, using his right hand to slap your ass.
“Let hell you will!” You gasped, trying your best wriggling off of his arm, but to no avail. No matter how much you kicked your legs up and down or tried to use your arms to release yourself off his grip, his strong, muscular arm kept you right in place on his shoulder. You were just wasting your energy at this point. “I won’t let you ruin my life. I’ve worked too hard for you to do this to me!” You screamed.
“So persistent,” Wesker groaned, you heard the sound of a car door opening and in no time you were thrown in the backseat of Wesker’s car, he pulled you closer to the door and pulls out a rope, then he ties the rope around your body, making sure you cannot use any of your limbs. “You need to be patient my dear, the fun hasn’t begun just yet. You’re lucky I’m not taping that sexy mouth of yours, I love hearing how scared you are.” 
“...” You sighed out of exhaustion and you threw yourself down to the seat below you, having no further energy to fight back. 
“Now you’re not talking? Don’t do that, sweetheart. You’ll be screaming my name very soon. I’m afraid I’ll fuck you so hard that your whole entire neighborhood will hear you, which is why were going somewhere private.” The blond older male opened the driver’s door and sat down, turning on the car.
“In your wildest dreams , you sick bastard.” You chided. 
Now, while he drives you to wherever the hell is he taking you, this is the time to figure out how you’re actually going to kill this man. 
And this time, he won’t return. 
4. IT'S TOO BAD... IT'S TOO BAD...
After calculating every twist and turn the car has made, and counting the minutes of how far Wesker has taken you away from your home, you finally feel the car stop. You feel the car power off and hear Wesker leave his seat and go to the back to get you out. You yelped, his strong, lean arms wasted no time pulling your smaller body out of the backseat with no trouble through the ropes. 
‘We must be at his house then…’ 
He’s carrying you bridal style, knowing you can’t properly move with the ropes tied around your body. Wesker doesn’t have his signature, dark, goofy sunglasses on, so even in the somber night, those cold, sky blue eyes are still so visible you could’ve sworn that they were glowing. It was terrifying. And what is even more terrifying is that his eyes were focused on you, more specifically your own pair of eyes as if he was trying to read directly into your soul.
Although your stalker– captain was purely a wicked man from what you’ve seen yesterday night and tonight, you couldn’t deny that he wasn’t handsome or fine to say the least. There was just something about how sharp his jaw was, or how nicely straight his nose was, or how the tips of his ivory-colored skin would turn cherry at the slightest of any rough action, or how perfect his teeth were, or how crowning his golden blond his slick back hair was.
Albert Wesker without a doubt was impeccable. How beautifully diabolical.
There was silence between the two of you. The type of silence that would lead to a later suggestive scene that would happen in a dark romance movie. But why would that happen? That wouldn’t even make sense, not after what Wesker did to you yesterday and the day before that. Your own captain assaulted you and now you feel some sort of sexual attraction to him? That doesn’t make sense.
He was still carrying you in his arms as he opened his front door and closed it behind him, locking it. You were tired and all of the lights were off so your vision was blurry. With every step that Wesker took to his bedroom you felt your stomach twist and turn in the most uncomfortable way ever. It was not a fun feeling. At the same time, it was a little exciting. Oh?
Being trapped in ropes while being taken to someone’s bedroom isn’t the best situation to be in.
Wesker gently places you onto his bed and immediately starts gently removing the rope off of your body. It is finally all undone when he starts eyeing with a more hungry look than before. 
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this…”  Again, his voice was low before he  let out a heavy sigh. Wesker’s eyes are squinted in seriousness and his pale, ivory cheeks are now tinted with a rose flush. Your captain starts to unbutton his shirt slowly while his eyes are still maintained on you. And for some odd reason, butterflies start to grow in your stomach.
“What the hell are you talking about…” You slowed down your words as your eyes wandered down to his crotch. It was obvious he was hard. You could see a huge bulge sticking out from his black pants. It was like it was itching to be released from the cloth it was being restricted by. Damn.
Wesker lets out a chuckle. “Don’t act stupid, my dear. I was planning to go easy on you until you shot me,” There was only the last button of his shirt left. You could see how defined his chest was, even though you could only see the middle of it. You always knew that your captain was lean and he worked out basically everyday but, you didn’t know you could see it even through just a sneak peak. “Which means I have to capture you now before you attempt to try and get rid of me again. I can’t let that happen when I didn’t even get the chance to kiss you…” He finished, the last button finally undone. Through the undone blue shirt, his gunshot wound that was done, courtesy of you, was still there. You didn’t get to see it fully before Wesker leaned into you, straddling your legs wide open, you could feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of him. 
‘Why am I getting so… aroused by this? This doesn’t make any sense. ’ Your inner thoughts are fuzzy and are getting mixed with the feeling of your body shivering from a peculiar cold. It was snowing outside but, you’re inside, so why are you suddenly cold? And shivering? That’s strange.  
You’re then snapped back to reality by your legs being snapped open. You winced at the sudden action and pain. 
“Stay still.” Wesker basically drooled over you, eyeing your erect nipples and innocently confused face by his actions.  His hands held down your plush thighs with such natural strength that you couldn’t even move under his grasp. “You look absolutely idiosyncratic.” He muttered. 
The innocent face that he was eyeing was gone as you sneered at him and his pervertness. “Fucking pervert.” You groaned, still mad that he’s made you horny by his forceful will. 
“Do you finally surrender?” Albert gloated, his blue eyes narrowed at you like a predator finally about to feast on its prey. You weren’t going to that to yourself and say that you were not intimidated. He was stronger than you, faster than you, even smarter than you. The chances of you winning this unfair game was even less than another  planet other than Earth successfully managing to survive the natural causes of the universe throwing everything at it. You weren’t going to win this, at this point you were only hoping that he wasn’t going to kill you. 
“Well I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You said with pure stoicness in your voice, blinking at him twice. At your words, you’re blue-eyed monster of a Captain chuckled lowly, flashing a blinding white smile at your hint at defeat. 
“You could always fight back. Or, shoot me… again.”
Oh… He is terrible.  He pulls the right side of his shirt to reveal his body. It was like he was a Greek god sculpted by an Italian artist. His abs were a sculpted masterpiece, chiseled and defined beneath the taut surface of his skin. The lines of his abdomen led the eye on a journey of admiration, from the prominent V-shaped cut of his lower abs to the symmetrical rows of his upper abs. Your eyes were gazed on them, stuck to them like a magnet. It was like your pupils were getting bigger just to praise how wonderfully built this man was.  
Not to mention the very noticeable and fresh gunshot wound, courtesy of you, that made it obvious that it existed and that you put that there. It made Albert’s image even worse, even more… hot. 
How were you going to fight back? Did you even want to fight him back at this point? You weren’t going to answer the question yourself, instead, Albert Wesker was going to answer it for you.
You were lost. 
You weren’t sure how long it had been, all you knew was that your Captain was on top of you, inside of you. His hands on your arms, sans of all your clothing. Repeatedly slamming his cock inside of you. 
And you just had your head laid on the plush pillow and took it. You don’t know why, but you just did, It felt… too familiar, too good, too amazing, it's like you had sex with this man before, but you just don’t know where. The way he fucked you had you screaming, moaning, whimpering in so much pleasure that you no longer shame about your current situation no more about fighting him back. It made no sense at all, but you no longer cared since you were under the curse of such ecstasy.  
It was disrespectful the way he used his tongue on you earlier. The way he used his long, wet, tongue to have you try and scream aloud. In the end, you did end up screaming his name. It was so unnatural and unfitting in the moment but then again, you did not care. 
It was strange. You still hadn’t reached your orgasm yet. He hadn’t either.
  It was like an infinite loop. 
You were back to your senses and you realized that you need to get out of here.  Now. 
You were scrambling to find your shorts and long sleeve shirt, to put them back on and to try and find help. The clock was ticking. 
‘Come on come on… where did he throw my clothes?! ’ You were frantically crawling on his bedroom floor absolutely naked as he slept peacefully, you looked crazy but nobody was watching. You were also surprised that he didn’t wake up at the sound of you trying to find the clothes he took so gently off your body. It felt like ten minutes but in ten seconds you felt the familiar clothing you were wearing earlier. ‘Found them!’
Trying to make the least noise possible, you put on the clothes while you were still on the cold, wooden floor. Then, you heard the bed creak. Shit.   
“Now where do you think you’re going?” You heard his voice. Your heart drops. There isn’t enough time to think of an escape plan at this point. Your only hope of getting out of here was to gun him down or break a window. “Did I say you could get away from me?” 
“...” While you were still on the ground, you stayed silent out of fear, your body feeling weak. You were even too scared to move. But you had to get up, or else it would’ve been game over for you.
‘Shit… I can’t walk properly.’ 
‘Where is this fucker’s gun!?’ You thought to yourself as you quickly rose to your feet, eyes scanning the room rapidly as your messy hair was in your face.
“Not saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re still scared…” Wesker sighed, getting up from the bed as he was completely naked. Trying to ignore him from getting up, you look behind you to see his samurai edge on his desk.
‘His gun! It’s on the desk…’ You run to grab it and then turn back around to face him, staring at him dead in the eye, ignoring his sexually distracting body. 
“Stay… away… from me… you have done enough damage.” You panted as your body shook violently, holding the gun up at Wesker. All he did was smirk at you in amusement, you wouldn’t even dare to bat your eyes down to see his appendage rising the sound of your fear. 
Wesker took another step towards you. “I don’t think I’ve done enough damage…” 
Bang. 
5. YOU'RE MARRIED... TO ME
As your eyes snapped wide open, your body was automatically in a cold sweat. The bedroom was freezing cold, which made sense because it was still snowing outside. Huh. 
‘What the fuck?’ You mentally thought to yourself, your eyes traveled around the room rapidly, still trying to get a sense of what you just went through. It was dark outside, the only thing that was light was the snow that was falling down violently, with the occasional gusts of wind accompanying it. Your head felt so light, you thought your head was going to fall back on the pillow below you. 
The surroundings are different and nothing about the bedroom is the same, neither from yours nor his. Could this be reality?
You look to your left to see someone sleeping next to you. It was so dark that you couldn’t make out who it was at first, and you weren’t going to turn on the lamp on your nightstand just so you could see who it was. It would be an eyesore for the man next to you.  
The man who was sleeping so peacefully next to you had blond hair, sharp cheekbones, and thin lips that if they were to touch yours, his mouth could drive you crazy with them. 
‘Oh.’ Your heart froze while your stomach twisted with both of your intestines. It then sunk into you on what was actually happening. 
In an instant, you slowly took the covers off of you and quietly but quickly walked to the bathroom that was inside your shared bedroom. You opened the door and closed it behind you, flicking the light on. You then proceed to carefully study yourself, touching each one of your features, ,from your eyes, your eyebrows, your nose, your lips, the shape of your face, to your neck, your chest, your torso– your tattoos– but you couldn’t find any tattoos, not even the one you saw on your hand. You had no tattoos. None, whatsoever.
That caused you to let out a sigh of relief. 
None of that was real. Nothing of all of that at all was real. 
‘So that was all a dream… Albert– my husband trying to sexually assault me and hunting me down was all a dream… All of that was never real… ’
It makes no sense on how realistically weird it was. Yes, you and your husband did work at the S.T.A.R.S in the RPD and he was the Captain while you were the Lieutenant but… that wasn’t even how you two fell in love.
It was instant love for Wesker. He hired you when he saw you practicing some karate moves at your old martial arts school while he was patrolling the streets of Racoon. He was impressed by your skill. And at the age of 24, you were hired to work at STARS in the Alpha team. Albert was 32 at the time. It’s been two years since then, and now, you two are married. Strange how fast time flies. 
But knowing Albert, even though the man is strict and serious ninety-nine percent of the time, he would never chase you down and defile you against your will. That is something inane and asinine. 
This was all making your mouth dry. You stared at yourself for a few more moments before adjusting your dark blue button-up pajama shirt, turning off the bathroom light, and leaving the room all together, still making sure Albert was sleeping. For such a hard working man, he was surprisingly a heavy sleeper, barely waking up to loud-ass thunderstorms. 
You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a nice glass of cold water. Gulping down that ice-cold water made you relax more, calming down your brain that was still a little perplexed at the weird-ass dream you just had. You didn’t even dream that often, and when you did, your dreams were never that weird. Could you even call that a dream? Was it scary enough to call it a nightmare? Actually–yes, it was. Having a dream of your husband stalking you down and violating you is terrifying. 
Downright frightening. 
Now it was time to try and sleep again, hoping, praying that you don’t have any weird nightmares like that again. 
You went back to your shared room, closing the door and locking it. You crawled back into bed, put the covers over you, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, you felt a hand wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer. You flinched at the sudden movement. 
“Dearheart?” You heard your husband’s deep, throaty, and tired voice from behind you as you turned around to face him, his eyes were open and you could see the familiar arctic blue eyes that you loved so much.
“My love, you’re awake.” You pointed out and smiled at him. 
“Only because I didn’t feel you by my side.” Albert leaned in to kiss you on your lips, to which you kissed him back. 
‘There he goes again with his words.’
“Come on, I only left for five minutes, it wasn’t like I left the house or anything.” You told him, sighing at his clinginess. 
“You left me all alone while I was sleeping for five minutes, it felt uncomfortable.” 
“Well, I’m here now. Jeez, you’re such a child.” You quietly laughed at him. 
“Is everything okay, my dear?” Albert asked you. You paused for a split moment, trying to think of an answer. Here’s the thing, you could tell him the truth about the nightmare you had but that would cause chaos, and all you wanted to do was sleep, so you avoided that trouble.
“Yes… I just felt a little thirsty.” You lied, feeling a bit guilty about not telling your husband about that nightmare you had. It’s just that you did not want him to worry about you, and he gets all protective, even at the tiniest things. He raised an eyebrow at your answer and looked at the window behind you. 
“Thirsty? It’s freezing cold outside and you’re thirsty?” He’s skeptical. 
“Albert, you’re shirtless.” You retorted, using your hand to trace his stomach and chest. You felt how nice his body looked, it was exactly the same, but sans the gunshot wounds that you gave to him. He was all lean muscle, no signs of any painful, inflicted injuries on him anywhere. He felt nice and warm against your cold body. Very comforting.  
“And your hands are cold.” Albert shivered, against your touch, learning a small laugh from you. Slowly, you placed yourself on top of him, laying your head against his neck and your legs wrapped around his torso. This felt fine, absolutely fine. He wasn’t chasing you down the hallway, or forcing you to open your office door so he could do terrible things to you. He wrapped his arms around you, and embraced you. This was okay, this was absolutely okay. 
“Well, maybe you can warm me up.” You said against his skin, nuzzling into him.
“Of course I will, my dear wife.” He responded and you felt his smile on your skin. 
You laid on him for a few moments, enjoying your husbands warmth, feeling so safe.
“Hey, Albert?” 
“Yes, dearheart?” 
“Would you ever hurt me?” 
“Never.”
But, Albert Wesker wouldn’t actually do that to you. Would he?
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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yuno grinberryall fanfic idea
okay so, i have an idea for a yuno fanfic but im conflicted on what to do. and here are the options
up to yall tbh i just dont know which one to do
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poundstonaira · 1 year ago
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Moment - Leon Kennedy x F!Reader
CW: PinV, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Cowgirl, Drugging, Friendly Experiment, DubCon, Porn with Feelings, Cunnilingus, Dry Humping, Resident Evil 2 Leon, Rookie Police Officer Leon, Friends with Benefits/Possible Romantic Undertones (?)
Song Inspiration: Moment - Victoria Monet
Word Count: 7,278
Summary: A friendly experiment turns into something more, revealing true feelings.
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It was a rainy autumn morning in Racoon City, and your favourite rookie has just finished a mission, it appears to be. He was headed up the stairs of the main lobby of the police department before you snuck up behind him. 
“Rookie Officer Leon Kennedy.” You whispered behind your new friend, creeping a hand up his shoulder, earning a flinch from the blue-eyed boy. He fully turned around to face you with a startled expression and a flushed face. 
“O-oh… Good Afternoon, doctor.” He looked away upon seeing your face, scratching the back of his head. You smile at him due to his obvious shyness of your presence. 
Leon just started working at the Racoon Police Department less than two weeks ago and you have already taken an interest in him. There was just something about his bashfulness and politeness that made you intrigued in the young gentleman. You were a scientist and a doctor who worked at Umbrella and also took charge in checking in with the officers at RPD to see if they were healthy, knowing their job often takes up time, which affects their mental, physical, and overall health. Since Leon just started, you took extra time making sure he was alright– not only that, but it was also because you were bored and like messing with the boy. 
“Did I scare you?” You cooed, a side of your lip curled upward in a smirk, inching your face closing to Leon’s as he took a step back. You took a step forward. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” You added, chuckling harmlessly. 
“A little.” Leon muttered, his face a little red. At his response, you laughed warmly, placing a finger to his cheek to see how warm his face was. 
“You don’t have to lie, officer. It’s okay to get a little scared.” You said, still teasing him. The red colour on his cheek intensified at the usage of his title.  
“I don’t get scared.” He scoffed, politely removing your finger from his cheek and placing it back down to your side. 
“Then explain that flinch you did upon me touching you.” 
“You caught me by surprise.” 
“Which means I scared you.” You stuck your tongue out. 
“...” Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair, then placing his hands in the pockets of his black pants. “Anyways, why are you in the police department today? Don’t you have a new virus to study?” He asked with curiosity, no sign of annoyance anywhere. 
That question alone would then proceed to him having an experience like no other. If only he’d known. 
“I can’t check to see how the rookie is doing? Jeez… so quick to get rid of me, aren’t you?” You pretended to act hurt, putting a hand to your chest.
“N-no! I didn’t mean it like that…” He denied, putting his hands up, proving his innocence. “I was just curious as to why you’re here today, you’re rarely here today.” He continued, his eyes wide with small fear, probably hoping that you weren’t actually hurt with what he said.
“I have a new medicine I’ve developed… I need to test it on someone… preferably male.” You said casually, to which you earned a look from Leon with his eyes wide and mouth agape, eyebrows knitted from what seems like horror. Leon took a nervous step back on the stairs from where he was, which made him more taller than you in the moment. 
“Uhh… I don’t like where this is going, doc.” Absolute uncertainty came from his voice, he took three steps back on the stairs.
“Oh you will, just follow me.” You snatched his hand with enough force to almost make him trip and dragged him towards the outside of the police station.
“What if-”
“Do you have any objections?” 
“No, ma’am.” Leon sighed, doing nothing but following you to wherever the hell you were taking him. 
… 
“Welcome to my personal laboratory, Leon.” You opened the door to your lab with Leon behind you. It had the black counters filled with various, usual lab items on top of them such as the microscopes, the tweezers, the gloves, the bottles of the pills, the graduated cylinders, beakers, the filtering flasks, the coffee filters and other usual scientist materials you used for researched. Past the countertops and cabinets and such, there was a bed and a desk  behind the lab, it sort of looked like a dorm bedroom. 
“I still don’t like the sound of this, Doctor.” You heard Leon say behind you as he still followed you toward the bed. At his response you turned around with a raised eyebrow. 
“And why is that? Are you scared I'm going to turn you into a bioweapon?” You asked, frowning. 
“Well… Yes but knowing you, I don’t think you would actually do that to me.” He took a seat on the bed as you went to the desk. You laughed. You were many things; a doctor, a chemist, a botanist, an overall scientist, a little unhinged when it came to your interests, a few years older than Leon (he was 21, and you were 25), a chocolate croissant lover, a coffee hater but, you weren’t a bioterrorist. That was for sure. 
“You’re right. Anyways," You said, looking at the blue capsule that laid on a tissue, next to a cup of water. "To the point; I need to see how your body is going to react to this new supplement. You’re not going to be in any pain but you may get a little aroused. Are you okay with that?” You emphasised on the word ‘little’, picking up the capsule and handing it to the rookie police officer. You were lying, it was a sex enhancing supplement for Christ’s sake. He will get aroused. By a huge amount. Getting aroused wasn’t the concern since that was a given, it was how he would react to the supplement. Would he keep control? Would he lose control of his urges? Would see for yourself and deal with the consequences later.
“If I’m not going to die, sure.” Leon eyed the capsule carefully, even blinking twice. He’s most likely thinking if doing this was either going to kill him, or if the actual effect of the supplement would end up doing something to him that would have him lose control over himself. You were thinking the same thing. 
“Excellent.” A thought sparked your curiosity. “Ever had sex before, Leon?” You smirked, earning another concerned look from the boy who still hasn’t swallowed the capsule yet.
“Once… I think.” He spoke shyly. 
‘Pfft. He thinks? It’s either you did or you didn’t.’ You sighed to yourself. 
“Okay. You can take the pill now,” You told him.  “After you take the pill and drink the water, I’ll need you to lay on the bed so I can track the reaction of the pill versus your body.” You turned on the computer that was on your desk. 
“How does that work?” 
“Don’t worry about it.” Your desk had a computer on it that was bluetoothed to the bed itself. When powered on, the computer tracks and sees sounds and images from the person who was on the bed, but that was only if they were unconscious. How did you engineer it to work? You don’t even know yourself.
“Here goes nothing.” Then, Leon swallowed the pill and drank the cup of water before laying on the bed, waiting to pass out.
‘Here goes nothing indeed.’
Nothing is going to happen. It’s just a friendly experiment, isn’t it? 
...
“Please… can I eat you?”
Well, this is not what you were expecting. On the screen, the rookie police officer was between your legs. Your dress was pulled up to your hips, Leon was holding your dress up with one hand while the other was holding onto your underwear. You stared at Leon, your eyes and his both wide with curiosity and obsession.
“Leon…” You let out a heavy sigh, he leaned into your neck which made you feel his warm breath, you heard him sniff, he took in your scent. 
“Please, miss. Please let me have you… I promise I will be a good fucktoy for you.” Leon whined, laying his head on your neck, still sniffing your addicting perfume. As you were watching this all go down from the screen, your breath hitched. 
‘No way.’ Your heart dropped to your stomach out of shock. You covered your mouth with your hand as the other was attempting to write down notes of the current situation happening on the screen. 
You watched as all you could do was nod your head and watch as he gently took your underwear off and threw it on the floor beneath you. You saw your nectar dripping down your thighs just by the action. Leon then dropped down and started licking your inner thighs, automatically moaning. The combined sounds of him using his tongue on you, his moans against your drenched pussy, and your whimpers didn't make it any better.
“I’ve thought about doing this so many times. I’ve even masterbated to the thought of you and how you would feel, taste, and sound, and it’s even better feeling it right now… God, miss, you are so perfect.” The rookie worshiped you, his moans and licks earned a wanton moan from you. You were breathing so heavily as if your life was on edge. 
“T-that feels so good– oh Leon~.” You breathed out, your arousal rising with every lick and suck Leon did to your pussy.
“You taste so good, miss. Am I doing a good job, miss? Am I being a good boy for you?” He asked, you felt his excitement on his lips against your wet, soaked flower. 
“You are such a good boy, Leon– fuck!” You saw yourself throwing your head back, grabbing onto Leon's hair forcing his head to your crotch even further, making the polite assault against your flower even more intense. 
“I'm so hard for you. You don't know how long I've been waiting for my tongue to taste you.” You felt his mouth against your flower as he breathed you in for a moment before licking your clit. “I love how you taste. I want more.” He moaned into your dripping cunt again, talking between long, languid, and torturing licks.
Oh. And he got more. He adjusted your position, pushing you further away from the edge of the bed and closer to the middle, causing a yelp to leave your lips. He had a better angle, his head was buried between your thighs, slurping up all the juices that left your body and into his mouth, and around his lips. Leon’s hands made sure your legs were wrapped his head tightly, he did not want to let you go nor have this moment end.
Meanwhile, you were watching it all happen from the screen, rapidly blinking, trying to figure out what on earth was going on inside Leon’s head. It was so bizarre, so wild, and so raunchy but, it fascinated you. Was this what Leon was daydreaming about when he was on his shifts at the police station? Was he really thinking about having you scream his name while he devoured you? There’s no way. 
You didn’t even know what to write down anymore, you already recorded how sweaty Leon’s actual body was, his heavy breathing, not to mention his erection. It was beyond impressive. 
‘There’s no way he’s this bold… There is just no way.’ You thought to yourself as you continued to watch in awe. 
 “L-Leon… calm down.” You tried to warn him as he now used two fingers to rub your clit as he licked you. “It’s too much.” Your breath hitched. There was sweat dripping down your face, tears left your eyes and your make up was smudged, and there was drool dripping down your chin. You were an absolute mess. Even your eyes were losing focus as you tried to grab Leon’s hair again as a way for him to slow down. He only got quicker. 
You stared at the screen in awe but, your eyes were squinted and your mouth was closed firm, trying to hide your amusement at what was going on inside the blond rookie’s head. He was definitely a virgin if he was holding back all of this sexual desire to fuck you. He was given the opportunity to make you come many times but never actually did. Now, you kind of understand why. It would be weird to let him fuck you the way he wanted to if it mean that you were on the verge of passing out, and he didn’t even plunge his dick into you yet. 
“I can’t calm down, mistress.” His voice was muffled, still eating you out. He looked at you with those lovely baby blue eyes of his, they were full of euphoria. The pet name sends butterflies twirling around your stomach. “You’re so beautiful that I can’t stop.” 
“B-But Leon–” You started and you stopped, he gave you one nice lick on your clit as he used his fingers inside of you to reach to your G-spot.  “I’m gonna–” You reached your high, let out a heavy moan as you came to your release, he slurped all your juices up again. Leon moved so that his face was on top of yours, he was panting heavily himself, staring at you with so much care and desire. 
“Did you enjoy yourself, miss?” Leon asked you before he went down to kiss you on the lips, you saw yourself react to the kiss, you twitched a little and it was probably because you could taste yourself on his lips.  
Your head was tilted to the side as you watched the interaction continue. You couldn’t say you weren’t aroused, though. It was really hot. Leon was hot. You looked tired, almost gone from pure pleasure.
Then, your eyes closed and the screen went blank. 
‘That must mean he’s awake now.’ You walked away from the screen and went to see Leon’s physical body. He’s on the verge of waking up. Leon’s body was all sweaty, his breathing was intense, his mouth was agape, and his erection was still there, loud and proud. What a virgin. 
“Leon? Are you okay?” You asked him, putting the back of your hand to his head, he was still sweaty but you didn’t mind. 
Leon slowly opened his eyes. 
Leon’s eye met your eyes, a flicker of fear mingling with something else you couldn’t quite place. He was young, his eyes still holding the wide-eyed innocence of someone who hadn’t yet seen touched the woman they have loved. You felt a sudden surge of protectiveness and an arrival of lust.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice husky. “I… couldn’t control my thoughts anymore… I’m sorry.”
You took a step closer, your heart beating a little faster. You placed your hand on his shoulder, the warmth of his skin radiating through onto your hand “It’s okay, Leon. I’m not disgusted or anything.”
His gaze held yours, intense and full of a raw vulnerability that made something inside you stir. The air, thick with unspoken emotion, crackled between you.
He leaned forward, a hesitant touch of his lips grazing your cheek. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, a strange sensation that made your pulse quicken. He was now a patient of yours and not just your friend. He was your responsibility, yet in that moment, you felt the boundaries blurring. It was inevitable. 
He pulled back, his baby-blue eyes filled with a question you couldn’t quite decipher. You knew you shouldn’t, that this was wrong, yet the pull was irresistible. You reached out, your fingertips brushing against his cheek, the feeling of his skin smooth and cool beneath your touch.
He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. You could feel the tension in his body easing, his need for comfort and reassurance radiating through their unspoken connection. You leaned forward, the gap between you diminishing, until your lips met his.
Leon was kissing you. 
The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, but it quickly deepened, the warmth of his mouth against yours igniting a fire in your veins. It was a collision of need and desire, a shared moment of vulnerability that transcended the limitations of your roles.
As the kiss broke, you stepped back, your breath catching in your throat. The room seemed to spin, the scent of disinfectants suddenly overwhelming, a stark reminder of the reality that surrounded the two of you.
“I-” Leon started, but you stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. 
“N-no. It’s okay, you can continue.” You sputtered out, looking away, hoping he doesn’t reject your offer. And he doesn’t. 
“Miss…” He breathed out, placing you on his lap. “ Are you sure?” He held you onto your hips, securing you in his arms.  
“Yes.”
“Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself for much longer.”
“It’s alright, Leon, because you have me where you want me.”
Leon's strong arms encircle your waist, his hands exploring your curves as he pulls you closer. Your heart races at his touch, as if it's trying to break free from your chest. You can feel the warmth radiating from his muscular body, a stark contrast to the cool lab air that envelops you. His blonde hair is slightly disheveled, and his blue eyes shimmer with desire as he gazes into yours.
As a doctor and scientist, your mind usually focuses on logical explanations and solving complex problems. But in this moment, surrounded by the evidence of your shared passion, your thoughts are consumed by Leon. Your fingers trace the lines of his biceps, feeling the strength that lies beneath. The heat between you grows stronger, like a flame that refuses to be extinguished.
Leon's lips find yours, delicious and demanding. His kiss tastes like the promise of something new, something exhilarating. His hands wander to the buttons of your lab coat, undoing them slowly, as if savoring each moment. Your body shivers in anticipation as the cool air brushes against your skin.
The fabric falls away, revealing your skin underneath. You're a vision of beauty, a testament to the fiery passion that burns between you and Leon. The soft strands of your hair cascade over your shoulders, framing your face and making you look even more captivating.
Leon's gaze rakes over you, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, a tender gesture that sends a jolt of electricity through your veins. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eliciting a soft gasp. You reach for the hem of his uniform, ready to unravel the layers that separate your skin from his.
But first, Leon wants to taste every inch of you. His lips trail a path down your neck, lingering on the sensitive spot where your pulse throbs wildly. His stubble scratches against your skin, coaxing shivers of delight from deep within your core. His mouth continues its descent, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Your hands find their way into his hair, tangling in the golden strands as you pull him closer. His tongue traces the outline of your bra, teasing the erect nubs beneath the lace. Your breath catches at the exquisite pleasure, your body arching towards his touch.
Leon's fingers deftly unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts to the cool lab air. His hands cup them, his fingers gently pinching the nipples, sending darts of pleasure to your core. You can feel the dampness seeping through your panties, a clear sign of your growing desire.
Your body thrums with need, yearning for more than just these tantalizing touches. You manage to unbutton Leon's uniform, hastily pushing it off his shoulders. His muscular chest is revealed, a testament to the countless hours he's spent training. Your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, feeling the tautness beneath.
Leon's skin is like stone tempered by fire, hot and unyielding. He responds to your touch, his breath heavy and ragged. His confidence as a rookie police officer is replaced by the vulnerability of a man surrendering to his desires. He's no longer in control, and at this moment, neither are you.
Together, you're two bodies caught in the whirlpool of passion, swirling and spinning, swept away by the force of your love. You help each other out of your clothes, until you're both completely bare, your bodies bared for each other to see and touch.
You lie back on the bed, inviting Leon to explore every inch of your body. He accepts the invitation, his mouth returning to the tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder. His tongue traces the outline of your ear, and you can't help but gasp at the sensations that ripple through you.
Leon's hand slides down your body, tracing a path from your collarbone to your abdomen. His fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, teasing the skin beneath. You wriggle in anticipation, desperately wanting him to continue exploring.
At last, his fingers slip beneath your panties, finding the slick heat that signals your desire. You moan at the tender touch, your back arching off the bed. Leon's fingers dance over your clit, teasing and exploring, pushing you closer to the edge.
“Fuck…” Suddenly, his fingers slip inside you, filling the void that's been aching for him since the moment you met. Your body clenches around him, your hips bucking against his hand. Leon's lips capture your moans, silencing them with another searing kiss. “Faster… please…” 
Together, you climb the mountain of pleasure, reaching higher and higher until you're teetering on the edge. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your body trembling with the force of your need. And then, suddenly, you fall, plummeting into the abyss, the pleasure exploding through you like a supernova.
You cry out, your orgasm tearing through your body, a fierce storm that leaves you breathless and disoriented. Leon's fingers continue their rhythm, drawing out the last waves of pleasure until you're limp and sated.
But you're not done yet. There's still the matter of Leon, his body straining and aching with need. You wrap your hand around his length, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath your fingertips. Leon groans at your touch, his hips bucking forward, as if seeking more.
You oblige him, your hand sliding up and down his shaft, slick with desire. Your thumb rubs circles over the tip, eliciting gasps and moans from Leon. His body trembles beneath your touch, the pleasure building inside him like a volcano about to erupt.
And then, with a final, desperate moan, he gives in, the pleasure surging through him like a tidal wave. His release spills over your hand, warm and sticky. You continue to stroke him gently, calming the waves of pleasure that still ripple through his body.
You felt Leon plop his body onto yours, sweaty and heavy as he was panting from his orgasm. You breathed in his masculine, musky, and fresh scent. He smelled so good. 
“I’ll give you five minutes.” You sighed, running your other hand through his hair. 
“Thank you, miss…” He let out a tired laugh while he was still laying his body on top of you, breathing you in.
You just sat there, still horny and on-edge, studying his nut on your hand. Of course, it was white, wet, sticky, and a little thick, but you wondered what it would taste like if you were to have a little lick. Was that weird?  
All of a sudden, Leon pulls you by the hips and flips you on top of him, actually lining up his length beneath you. You tried to use your arms to steady yourself but you were too startled. 
“W-what!? Already?” You gasped, placing your hands on his firm, muscular, but lean chest to further balance yourself as you straddled him. You keep forgetting he’s drugged, and it left you thinking if this was really okay.
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to hold back…” Leon huskily whispered in your ear,  holding your neck with hand, basically gluing you in place. “Please, miss… please just let me fuck you.”   
Your core got heated just from hearing his plea and you felt yourself dripping wet again. “Leon… You’re not sober… You’re drugged… This isn’t right.” Even so, you protested, trying to keep this barrier between the two of you. Then again, it was hopeless at this point. 
“That doesn’t matter, I need this… I need it now.” Without a second thought, he plunged himself into you, causing a wanton moan to leave your lips as soon as your body first reacted to the stimuli. 
‘He’s bigger than I thought…’ 
“Leon…” You whined, tears filling your eyes from the immense pleasure as you placed your hands on his shoulders for guidance. His upward thrusts started off slow as a way to get used to your tight entrance, he then started to warm up, thrusting upwards a little faster. “You’re so big…” 
“You’re so tight, miss. You’re squeezing me so good… Fuck…”  Leon lets out a high-pitch moan, gripping your hips harder than before, ensuring that all you can do is bounce on him. 
The pleasure was overwhelming, too much even. That didn’t stop you, though, it made you even more hungry and horny. You bounced on him faster and faster, moving your hands to his chest, admiring the scene of how each lean but callous muscle sat perfectly beneath his skin as clenched around his cock tighter.
“You’re doing such a good job, miss– I’m so close…” His hand moved to your ass, causing you to lean down towards him. You were no longer doing all the here as he took matters into his own hands and started thrusting into your cunt faster than before, so fast that you were losing yourself in the process and your vision blanked out, and you swore you saw all the stars in the the universe as Leon pounded into you. You were practically drooling. 
‘He’s close already?’ That was your only thought as you kept repeating the same actions, all you could hear was the sounds of your own moans and pants, and Leon’s whines and whimpers. You were getting close yourself, so close that your body was becoming limp on top of him, but he held you up by the front of your neck with his other hand. 
“Ngh– Leon!” It all felt amazing and electrifying at the same time, but you couldn’t handle it anymore. The motion had you overstimulated and breathing heavily than before. You were at your  breaking point before you came all over Leon’s cock. At the same time, Leon did one final thrust before spilling his seed into you, making you gasp at the warm feeling in your canal.
“Did you enjoy yourself, miss? You came all over my cock…”
At last, you both lie spent and sated, tangled in each other's arms. The lab air is cool against your skin, but you don't feel the chill. Instead, you bask in the afterglow of your love, the connection that binds you together.
As a doctor and scientist, you've seen love in many forms, but none as intense and passionate as the love you share with Leon. It's a force that defies logic and reasoning, a force that transcends the boundaries of your lab and reaches out into the world.
He stared at you, a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes. “I... I should go,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
You nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the turmoil within you. You watched him leave, the image of his lingering gaze seared into your memory.
The lab felt empty, the hum of the fluorescent lights suddenly hollow. You were left with the lingering taste of his kiss, a forbidden fruit that left you both wanting and guilt-stricken; His hands, which felt as if it was heaven on earth against your skin; His body, it was as if you were in the arms of a protector. It was a moment of reckless abandon, a transgression of boundaries that you knew you couldn’t repeat. It was a secret that you would carry with you, a memory that you knew would forever haunt you, a reminder of the line you had crossed.
...
You were in your lab, sitting at your desk, conflicted. 
“I… I should go…” 
The look of confusion but nervousness on his face after you guys had your moment yesterday, it really stuck with you. But, you weren’t sure what really conflicted you: Was it the unethical situation of a drugged Leon begging you to fuck him, or was it the fact that you were stunned with his feelings for you? Then again, you wouldn’t be able to tell because he was drugged.
‘The information I’m getting from yesterday is messing with me… very badly. I’m not sure if Leon meant everything he said or if the pill was controlling his thoughts.’ You wrote down in your notebook. Your lab was silent while the sound of you clicking your pen rapidly was the only sound that was made. 
Your body didn’t feel right. More specifically, your mind wasn’t in the right space. Your stomach hurt a little bit but you felt all tingly inside at the same time. 
Although you hated to admit to yourself, you really didn’t want yesterday to only be a one time thing. You wanted more, you wanted to see how Leon truly felt about you without any type of drug getting in the way of his thinking. 
Then again, Leon was nice. Too nice when it came to women it would appear.  So, here you were, at your desk, in your lab, staring at the same bed Leon fucked you on, the same bed where Leon imagined himself eating you out on, thinking about how you are going to approach him about this. ‘This’ being the new relationship you guys may have to take into consideration between the two of you. Your bottom felt tense as you bit it. 
‘But I don’t want to disturb him again. He’s probably really perplexed because of yesterday. Maybe I should-’ Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard that annoying repeated vibration from your cell phone that was on your desk, next to your notebook.  And speak of the devil, it was Leon calling you. You felt your stomach sink as soon as you saw his name on the screen. 
‘Great. Now he’s gonna say that we shouldn’t be friends anymore.’ You slowly picked up your phone and swiped to answer the call.
“Hello?” You answered with a stoic voice, waiting for the blond-haired man to speak next. 
“Hey, _/_…” There was a moment of silence. At this point, your stomach tried eating itself alive before the next sentence was said. You were so nervous that you even debated hanging up on him. “I was wondering if you had time to meet up today? It’s Friday, so my shift ends earlier than usual.” Oh?
To your surprise, you adjusted yourself in your seat, now perked up with your stomach relaxing on you. “Uhm… Yeah, we can. Where do you want to meet up?” You asked with a bit more gleam in your tone.
“How about my apartment? It’s not too far from outside Raccoon.” The butterflies in your stomach started swooning, but you had to calm yourself down. Maybe he wanted to speak to you in a private place so that nobody is aware of what you two did in the building yesterday. 
‘His apartment? Is he going to pick me up or something? I take a cab to work everyday.’
“If you’re willing to pick me up from my lab, then sure.” You simply replied, staring at the digital clock at your desk. The current time was 16:30PM. (4:30PM) This meant that you had 30 minutes left until you were free until Monday, then the work cycle starts all over again. It also meant that you had 30 minutes until you had to talk to Leon.  That didn’t help your anxiety. 
“That works. What time do you finish work?”
“In 30 minutes.”  
“Great. See you then.” 
“Cya.” You hung up the call, too shaky to stay on the line just a little bit longer. All you wanted to do was to get this done and over with, whatever he wanted to speak to you about. 
With haste, you left your work building, leaving through the front door and to see a clean, white RPD car in a Toyota Camry model parked right in front of you. It has to be Leon. You hurry up in your high heels, walking quickly down the stairs in front of the building. Before you could reach the last step, Leon steps out of the car, still in uniform and walks over to the shotgun seat of the car and pulls the door open with a click. ‘Maybe chivalry isn’t dead.’ You thought to yourself. 
For a moment, you stared at him, moreso, his body. While it was covered by his police uniform, which consisted of a blue button shirt, black pants, his belt and other shit you don’t care about, you were still able to pay attention to how nice his body was. Leon’s arms were a sight to see; lean, but there was enough muscle on his arms for you to fawn over. Not to mention how nicely the veins were placed on his forearms, and then hands were lovely too, they would make a nice necklace- 
“Something wrong?” He interrupted you out of your thoughts, raising an eyebrow and sticking his bottom lip out a bit. It was such an adorable face he made. He’s so cute when he’s curious.  
“You… have a nice car.” You stumbled over your words, going to the passenger seat. 
“Pfft. Thanks.” He scoffed before he closed the door and went to the drivers side and got in. You placed your tote bag on your lap right after you put on your seatbelt. All of the sudden, Leon grabs your tote bag and places it in the backseats. 
‘Uhm. Okay.’ You blinked rapidly. He didn’t even ask, he already knew to put your stuff away so that you weren’t carrying it on your tired lap.
“My apartment isn’t too far from here. It should be like a 30-40 minute drive from here.” The blue-eyed boy said as he started to drive. 
“That’s fine. It’s Friday so I don’t have work tomorrow. We can talk for as long as you want to.” You mumbled, looking out at the car’s windshield, not wanting to stare at Leon in case you couldn’t control your hormones. If you were to stare at him, it would make it look obvious that you still wanted more. Craved more. Needed more. Maybe he wanted to talk to you because he didn’t feel comfortable with what happened yesterday. 
“Are you sure?” He asked. 
“I’m sure.” You confirmed. 
“Okay.” He stayed quiet before you felt his eyes on you for a split second. 
The ride to Leon’s apartment was filled with the view of Raccoon city and all its glory, and to ruin it, the most uncomfortable silence known to mankind. It was as if the both of you wanted to say something just for the sake of conversation or what not, but your brain didn’t allow you to. You don’t know what he’s thinking but you know that you felt very on edge, restless. You kept bouncing your right leg as a way to calm yourself down from your nervousness. 
“Are you okay? You keep bouncing your leg.” Leon asked you, eyeing your legs. You looked at him for a split second before you diverted your eyes to the window next to you. 
“I always do this. I can’t help it.” You sighed, just wanting to get this done and over with. Why couldn’t he just come into your lab again?
“Well if you’re nervous about how long the ride is, we’re basically here.” Leon spoke as he pulled into a parking lot in front of the apartment complexes. 
“Yay.” You cheered dryly. Leon gets out and grabs your tote bag from the backseats, then he opens the door for you to get out, you grab your tote bag from him.
Leon and you make it to his apartment. Leon's apartment boasts a modern yet cozy living room with sleek hardwood floors, a plush sectional sofa adorned with soft, neutral-toned cushions, and a glass coffee table that holds a few scattered magazines and a remote control. A large flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall, flanked by minimalist bookshelves filled with an eclectic mix of novels and memorabilia from his police academy days. The adjoining kitchen is a chef's dream, featuring stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and ample cabinet space. A stylish breakfast bar with high stools provides the perfect spot for quick meals or casual conversations. Large windows in both spaces allow natural light to flood the apartment, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere that offers a peaceful retreat from the chaos outside.
“You have a lovely apartment.” You say as you take off your shoes and place them by the door. 
“Thanks. You can take a seat on the sofa over there, I’ll grab you a glass of water.” You do as he says as he makes it to the kitchen and you take a seat on the sofa, plopping down as it is so cozy it is practically sinking you in. 
Leon comes back with two glasses of water and places them on the coffee table in front of you before sitting right next to you. Great. Now the both of you were sitting in the same, uncomfortable silence once again, but this time you were in his territory. Your legs are squeezed together and you’re twiddling your thumbs in your hands. Meanwhile, Leon leaned back on the sofa, his arms on top of it, manspreading as he looked away from you. 
“So…” You started, your leg starting to shake again, your eyes are trying their best not to give Leon any attention. “What do you wanna talk about?” You sighed, closing your eyes. 
“I wanted to talk about yesterday… if you don’t mind.” 
“Ah. Right. Yesterday.” Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach. You bit your lip harsh, trying to bite yourself back to reality but you already were. “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you like that-”
“No. No. You didn’t take advantage of me, I was still mentally conscious from the pill.” Leon confessed, his cheeks now tinted with pink and so was his ears. It seemed as if he was quite skittish himself and you could tell from his body language that his statement was hard to admit. It’s almost as if he’s liked you this whole entire time… or was it lust?
“Really?” Your voice cracked as you automatically turned your head to look at him. 
“Yeah…” He nodded. Your eyes widened.
“I beg your pardon?” You commanded.
“What I mean to say is… I really enjoyed yesterday.” Leon said as he sat up, legs still spread apart and now he was playing with his hands. “I was wondering if you wanted… to… you know… do that again or to build a relationship of some sort where we could-”
“Do you want to be my boyfriend? Or do you just want to have casual sex?” When you asked those questions, Leon gazed at you, there was a hidden glint of bawdy wants in those beautiful baby blue eyes of his. Slowly, he leaned closer to you, making your body automatically back because of a sudden action, but his hand squeezed your thigh, tightly. 
“That, I’m still trying to figure out. We can figure that out after this.” With that, he takes his time to connect his lips with yours, and you don’t fight back. Instead, you kiss him back, eyes closed, experimenting with his touch– just like how you did yesterday. Your lips were locked with him in a fight to see who was to give up first. It didn’t seem like he was going to give up from the way he moaned when your tongue licked his lips, asking permission to enter, from the way they gladly let you in. It didn’t seem like you wanted to give up either, from the way you moved your hand to his side to prop yourself on his lap and straddle him all while still making out with him. 
You don’t know how much time has passed after this, all you know is that you weren’t about to let this moment slip right pass your fingers when everything you’ve ever wanted in a man is below you, between your legs, engulfed in your touch, and you were about to manifest this feeling between you two into existence.
You didn’t want to stop, you didn’t want to give up, you wanted more. You were hungry and you weren’t going to be satisfied until you consumed all of him, or if he consumed you. It didn’t matter at this point. 
The sound of your groans and Leon’s moans filled up the apartment. It was as if nothing else mattered. 
“Leon…” You moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair continuing to grind into his crotch, begging to get something out of this, still kissing him. You could feel how badly he wanted this with no drug affecting him. He was hard, very hard. Hard to the point it felt as if his cock wanted to rip his pants open. 
“I wanna fuck you so bad.” Leon muttered quickly he moved the kisses from your lips to your neck. His hands slid down to your backside, giving you a nice squeeze that made you whimper. 
“Do you have a condom?” You asked, sliding your hands down to his pants, quicking, undoing his belt, taking it off and throwing it to the floor behind you, you proceeded to pull his pants down far enough to where you can see his boxers completely and the print of his large cock.
“I don’t…” He pulled away, giving you an innocent look on his face. Poor boy, how do you want sex but you don’t come prepared?
“That’s fine.” You sighed, pulling a condom out of your lab coat pocket before taking your coat off and throwing it to the ground. “Lean back.” You told Leon, and he followed the order. What a sight to see; your crush sitting directly beneath you, his handsome face all flushed and sweaty from what you did to him, and his uniform disheveled all over his body. Your hands went to his boxers, an area of them were soaked with precum due to how excited he was. You pulled his boxers down to reveal his shaft and your face heated up with quick speed. To say he was big was an understatement. 
‘He’s just watching me prep… is he still nervous?’ You thought to yourself as you ripped open the condom packaging, throwing it onto the ground before putting the condom onto his erect cock. 
“Come on, miss…” Leon begged, staring at you with such neediness. “Just fuck me.” 
“Patience.” 
And with that, you answered his pleas. 
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