#corrupt cop!leon kennedy

[lipglossanon]

Desire (I’m Hungry)

Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Leon POV, dark thoughts, being filmed without consent aka Leon’s making a sex tape and reader has no clue, dirty talk, daddy kink, kissing, biting, blood kink, oral (m & f receiving), pussy spanking, clit biting, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✌️

today marks one year that I officially published my first Leon x reader fic that just happened to be Corrupt Cop Leon! 💜 so happy anniversary to the OG! 😘

Title from Desire by Meg Myers 💜

It’s not unusual to see a police cruiser parked outside the library on any given night. Especially when you’re inside, finishing up whatever class work you can before heading home. 

Leon leans back against the passenger door, one leg crossed over the ankle of the other, arms folded over his chest. His walkie’s turned off since he’s not on duty and he can hear the whispers of people passing him by, from the curious looks of kids to loose women giving him sultry smiles. Except for a cursory glance, his mind doesn’t linger on any single one of them. 

Drumming his fingers on his bicep, he tilts his head as he catalogs the outside of the building. He’s done this a thousand times at this point. Even before you knew he came around, when he would follow you home and watch you from his squad car. He kind of misses those days.    

The sound of a door opening pulls his attention up the library steps. Once you fully step out into the cool evening air, your eyes immediately seek him out. Satisfaction coils deep in his gut as your face breaks out into a bright smile at seeing him. Although he loved quietly following you, having you seek him out is much better. His eyes track your body as you carefully take the stairs and walk over to him. 

He only had to chastise you one time about not rushing down the steps. (You cried so prettily on his cock after he spanked your pussy raw. But the lesson stuck and he hasn’t had to remind you once, such a good girl). 

“Hi,” your soft voice hits his ears and he’s smirking at your shyness. 

“Hi, pretty girl, ready to go?”

You nod, “All set. Thank you for taking me home.”

“Of course, don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs, uncrossing his arms to brush a thumb across your cheekbone, “here, let me take your bag.”

Eyes fond, you hand him your book bag and wait for him to open the passenger door for you. Watching as you sit, he sees when your skirt rucks up around your thighs and it makes his blood run hot, pulse quickening in his neck. He walks around the trunk of the car, placing your bag in the back before climbing into the driver seat. 

He checks his mirrors and blind spots before pulling away from the curb. As soon as he’s on the street, his hand grips the dough of your thigh closest to the gear shift. A giddy thrum of excitement bleeds through his thoughts when he hears your little gasp. You’re so easy for him. His pretty, perfect girl. 

He no longer stifles those thoughts or impulses that once might have gotten him locked up. You invite his dark urges in with wet eyes and an even wetter cunt. Today’s special even if you don’t know it. He’s planned a little surprise, something he’s been wanting to do for a while now. 

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he watches you surreptitiously, taking in the  changing expressions as he drives closer and closer to your house. Just seeing your face makes him ache all the way down to his marrow. He wants to sink his teeth into you until he tastes blood.

“Should we eat out for dinner?”

He glances over at you and tightens his fingers, giving your thigh a quick squeeze. 

“Sure, sweetheart.”

He parks outside your house, letting you walk up to your front stoop first as he grabs your bag. You unlock the door as soon as he joins you, his hand palming your lower back to usher you into the house. Dropping your school bag down onto the floor, he uses both hands to grip your hips, pushing you back against the closed front door. 

Desire pulses throughout his body, a deep seated hunger that makes him want to crack open your rib cage and crawl inside. He’s sure your beating heart would sate this visceral reaction to the possessive want that engulfs his thoughts.

But kissing you will have to suffice for now. 

Your lips part on a sigh as he licks into your mouth, tongue greedy and hot as he tastes you deeply. His fingers dig into your skin, thumbs pressed uncomfortably against your hip bones; he gloats to himself as the twinge of pain has you arching into him. If he could, Leon would rip you apart at the seams, swallow you whole til nothing’s left. 

You whimper into his harsh kisses while your hands grab onto his chest, badge nearly pricking your fingers as you try to find purchase against his uniform. He lets go of your waist to circle his fingers around your wrists, pushing them against the door on either side of your head. Pulling back, his sea dark eyes take in your dilated pupils and swollen lips. 

Now, he thinks, is the perfect time to drag you into your room.

Leon kisses you again, heatedly, pulling you into the bedroom with little preamble. For the surprise he’s been planning, he made sure to sneak into your house earlier in the day. He then hid a camera perfectly angled on your nightstand where you couldn’t see it. 

His mouth waters at the thought of filming everything he wants to do to you. Excitement heightens his aggressiveness. He can’t wait to take you apart in front of the lens, especially without you knowing. He shivers as he licks hungrily into your mouth. 

“Leon,” you whisper when he drags his mouth down to bite your neck, “thought we were going out to dinner?”

“Well, I am gonna eat you out,” he crudely states with a grin, “but first let’s see those pretty tits.”

Biting your bottom lip softly, you step back and pull your shirt off. His eyes watch as you nervously take off your bra and drop it into the floor with your shirt. Leon lets his hands reach out to grope and pinch your hard nipples. His cock throbs where it’s trapped in his pants.

“Get naked, pretty girl, wanna see you,” he coaxes, smile wicked when you do as he says.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he faces the camera, pulling you down into his lap, your back to his chest. The juxtaposition of having you completely naked on his lap while he’s in uniform makes him bite down on your shoulder hard. You squeal and try to move, but he wraps his arms around you, pinning you in place. 

After you settle down, his hands move to squeeze the fat of your breasts until it dimples between his fingers. Your nipples tighten even further under his palms as he runs them across the stiff buds. 

“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of your neck, eyes glinting when they look over to the hidden device, “bet that cute pussy’s soaked, sweetheart.”

Squirming against him, you whine pitifully, grinding your wet cunt down onto his bulge, “Daddy, please.”

“Such a well mannered girl,” he coos sweetly, luring you into relaxing against him further. 

The flat of his fingers come down in a hard slap against your pussy, a sharp gasp parting your pretty lips. Leon spanks across your fat cunt until you’re hiccuping little cries, tears streaming down your face to drip onto your chest. Even with the pain, you still part your legs for him, letting him drag his fingers across your wet slit. 

He wonders absently as he toys with your clit if you’d let him bite you here, sink his teeth in your sweet little bud til you scream. That thought alone has precum dripping from his tip, making his briefs damp. 

“Such a slutty cunt,” he whispers in your ear, feeling you shiver, “like when daddy shows you who’s in charge, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” you sniffle wetly. 

That ugly need to hurt you ramps up again and he pinches your clit roughly until you bleat in pain. 

“Good girl,” he chuckles, fingers softly petting your cunt, “my perfect girl.”

“All yours, daddy,” you automatically respond. 

Your voice is hoarse from all your crying and it makes his chest burn like his solar plexus is caving in.

“That’s right,” he croons, cupping your breasts in his hands, thumbs swiping across your nipples, “daddy’s got such a smart pretty girl.”

He wants to laugh at how those words make you press against him, praise making you stupid and pliant for him.

“Get on the floor,” he pushes at your shoulders, “think that sweet mouth deserves a reward.”

Eagerly, you slide off his lap onto your knees, turning around to face him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them down his thighs so he can tuck his briefs underneath his balls comfortably. His weeping cock bobs in front of your face, tip brushing across your cheek and smearing precum across your skin. 

“Kiss it, baby, show me how much you want daddy in your mouth,” he grins at you. 

Your shyness just makes him harder as you press a feather light kiss to his dick. He watches as your lips and tongue work in tandem to gently kiss and lick at his fat cockhead. You sigh hard enough he feels the dampness of your breath before your tongue lathes underneath the foreskin, lapping up the sticky precum dripping from his slit. You moan while you taste him, eyes fluttering closed as you get more and more eager at sucking him off. 

Thighs twitching, he grunts when you suck him into your warm mouth, tongue cupping the head when you withdraw, lips tightly wrapped around the tip of his dick. He feels as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue, dipping the slick muscle into his slit to draw out more precum. 

“Good girl,” he groans when your mouth drops down to kiss and suck at his balls. 

Leon keeps his gaze on you as you try to suck both of his balls into your wet mouth, whimpering when you can only fit one. Smearing your own spit across your face, you nuzzle into his squishy sac, mouthing and lapping at the sensitive skin before sucking each of his balls again. 

Whining, you eagerly lap at his sac, tongue slowly tracing up the seam. Your lips meet the base of his cock before you flick your tongue back around his balls. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your mouth up to suck on his cock. A choked off moan reverberates around his dick as your lips part to sink down around the first few inches. His abs tense when he feels the spit drip down his dick onto his balls. 

“So good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, halfway tempted to gag you on his dick— maybe even choke you on it til you pass out.

More precum blurts across your tongue as he pictures your eyes rolling back, body going limp from lack of air. His fingers spasm around your neck as the tip bumps into the back of your throat. Bucking up into your mouth, the tightness around his cock increases and you retch loudly. 

“Take it or I’m going to get mean with you,” he narrows his eyes down at you.

You cough again, a wet dirty sound as he pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth only to press back in deep, the fat head kissing the back of your throat immediately. It would be easy to keep you here, swallowing around him til he came or you blacked out. His eyes cut to the hidden camera before flicking back down to you. Maybe next time he’ll try it, but for now he wants to make this last longer for the video. 

Rolling his neck til it cracks, he lets you go, watching with hidden glee as you pull off with a gross coughing fit and wet eyes. The dough of your thighs press together drawing his gaze where he can actually see a light sheen of slick coating them. Taking a hitched shuddery breath, you lean forward and kitten lick the head, soft tongue cleaning up any precum spilling from the slit down his cock. 

A flash of your mouth split open and a bloody chin makes Leon place his hands under your armpits and yank you up, turning sideways to toss you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you and kisses you hard enough to bruise. Sinking teeth into your lower lip, he brings his vision to life as he works the wet skin til it splits, the warm taste of pennies flooding his mouth. 

Growling like an animal, he sucks your bloody lip raw. He finally leans up, taking in the mess of your mouth with unreasonable pride. 

“So pretty,” he smiles down at you, blood coating his teeth, “my sweet girl.”

“Yours,” you nod dazedly, eyes blown in arousal, “m’yours, daddy.” 

He moves off the bed and begins to undress, taking extra care to set his holster and gun on top of your dresser. Once his uniform is off, he lays it out on a nearby chair in order to keep it off the floor. It just wouldn’t do to get it unnecessarily dirty. 

He climbs back onto the bed, eyes zeroing in on your bleeding mouth with the awareness of a predator tracking prey. He smiles and grabs your thighs, shoving them up until they’re nearly touching your shoulders. 

“Think it’s time I kiss my sweet girl hello,” his eyes drop from yours down to your soaked cunt, “aww, she always cries so hard for me, baby.”

He shuffles down onto his stomach, hands still pressing on your thighs as he leans in and kisses your swollen cunt.

“Greedy little pussy,” he chuckles derisively, “always begging for more.”

He slides his hands down from your thighs to the outside of your cunt, pulling your pussy lips apart to spit on your clenching hole. 

“Daddy!” 

He hears your voice crack before you gasp when he plunges his tongue into your pussy, fluttering the wet muscle as deep as possible into your spasming walls. You always taste like heaven, like he could die suffocated on your cunt and he’ll never find anything better. His eyes roll back when your slick floods his mouth, clit fat and swollen against his nose as your cunt squeezes down on his tongue.

Leon’s tongue laps at your hole before he runs the wet muscle up your slit to suck sloppily at your clit. He’s being as messy as possible; he knows you love it when your cunt’s coated in his spit after eating you out. The only thing better is when he cums all over your pussy, making you wear your panties to keep that sweet cunt wet and sticky with his seed. 

Your cries and whines fall on deaf ears as he eats you out at his leisure. He makes you cum twice before finally trying out the little earworm that has eaten away at his brain since earlier. Thighs shaking from the last orgasm, you're completely out of it when Leon dips his head and bites down on your fat throbbing clit. 

He growls and humps the bed as you thrash under him, hips trying to buck up to throw him off, hands digging into his hair but he doesn’t budge. He closes his teeth even tighter around your swollen bud and you screech, legs kicking out at him. Leon laughs at you, arms coming up and pinning your lower half down onto the bed. He readjusts his mouth and bites your clit harder than before. 

“No, no, daddy! Please!”

You sob brokenly and Leon feels like he’s going to cum all over the sheets. Letting go, Leon pulls his mouth away for a second wanting to see your tortured little bundle of nerves. It looks so swollen that it makes his jaw ache. He licks and kisses over your clit until you’re whimpering in pleasure, hips writhing as Leon bathes your cunt with rough swipes of his tongue. He works you up to another orgasm and right as your pussy cums, clenching around nothing, he sinks his teeth back into your clit with a groan. 

“Daddy, daddy! Leon, please!”

Your cunt gushes slick as the pain morphs into pleasure, babbling and pleading for more even as Leon sucks your bud into his mouth, hot tongue circling your abused clit. 

“Ready for daddy to to fuck your pretty little cunt?” He rumbles, tongue lashing across your bundle of nerves making you whine. 

“Please, daddy.”

There’s drool and blood all down your chin and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon. If he were a better man, he would tell you so. 

Leon crawls back up your body, dragging his cock against your thighs until the tip bumps against your sopping wet pussy. His eyes catalog your wince when his dick drags across your clit and he kisses you until spit runs down your jaw. Balancing himself on one forearm, he brings his other hand down to notch the tip of his cock at your soaked hole. 

“Let me in, pretty girl,” he licks up the blood on your chin as he works his cock into your cunt, “let me stuff this soft little pussy with cum.”

Keening high in your throat, you grind your head against the pillow and Leon takes that opportunity to savagely bite into the side of your neck. He can feel you wheeze in pain underneath his teeth at the same time your pussy walls flutter and clamp down on his cock. Sweet satisfaction hums like electricity in his blood. He trails kisses from the nasty bite mark up to your ear, nipping the lobe. 

“You like what I do to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kisses your temple before shifting until his forearms are on either side of your neck, hips rolling back before thrusting forward. 

The tight clutch of your pussy makes him dizzy with lust, knowing he can do anything to you and you’ll not only take it, but like it. The camera is practically an afterthought by this point. Leon’s focus is now on making your hot little pussy cream all over his cock before he shoots his load deep into your hole. 

“Always take it so well,” his baritone rumbles low in his chest and you shudder under him, “got daddy addicted to your soft chubby pussy, baby, always wanna be buried in her.”

Your nails dig into his skin but he loves the stinging scratches you leave on him; proof that you need him just as much as he needs you. He has half a mind to drag this out for hours and hours, but he really wants to send the tape over to Chris. Smugly show off his pretty girl and the sweet sounds she makes for him. 

Leon prides himself on keeping his cool even when he’s buried to the hilt inside your deliciously hot pussy. This time, his nerves fray quicker than he’s used to; too many fun things have happened and all in front of the camera so he can look back on it later. Being able to watch your face again as he bites your clit makes his hips rabbit fast and hard against yours, pussy squelching loudly between your bodies. 

“Got me so worked up,” he laughs, one forearm moving all he can glide his fingers down your side and across your hip, seeking out your sore clit, “squeeze the cum out of me, sweetheart, let daddy give you a nice thick creampie.”

“Ohhh,” you moan shakily, “daddy, please, w’nt it.”

“You’re gonna get it,” he promises, voice dark, “you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

The hot pulsing walls of your pussy makes his hips flex harder, bullying his cock into your cervix, needing to get as deep as possible in your body. 

“Sucking me in,” he murmurs, fingers gently circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, “your sweet cunt’s made for this, isn’t she baby?”

“Yes, Leon, ‘m made for you,” you babble out, eyelashes sticking together from tears as you pant and moan, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

“Fuck, then do it, pretty girl, cream all over me, work this cum into that sweet hole,” he groans when your walls clamp down on his dick. 

He swipes across your clit a few more times as he ruts his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding the fat tip across your g-spot until your back arches, a loud scream pouring from your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he praises, knowing you can't hear him, “doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

As your soft walls pulse and flutter around his dick, he adjusts his hands to hold him up above your body so he can rail you into the mattress. 

“Too much,” you whimper, “Leon, s’too deep.”

“Shhh,” he reaches down to twist a nipple until you clench around his cock, “let me rearrange those guts, baby, daddy needs to cum, too.”

You nod, tears falling down your temples to collect on the pillow and his hips snap harder— the sight of you crying on his cock always does him in quick. He thrusts half a dozen more times before his hips begin to stutter. Burying himself balls deep, Leon’s cock kicks and throbs while he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls. 

While he fills your cunt with rope after rope of thick jizz, he groans long and low against your ear, “Perfect baby, taking it so well for me.”

“Leon,” you whisper lightly, hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.

He settles his body weight down on you, cock plugging up your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak out onto the bedspread. 

“Gotta surprise for you,” he kisses the side of your head and slowly maneuvers until he can quickly shuffle you around to face the hidden lens. 

He pulls out his half chubbed cock, cream colored slick oozing from your pussy when he spreads it open. 

Smiling up at you, he nods to your nightstand, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart. Show’em what a messy little pussy looks like.”

He watches in utter delight as your brows pinch together before realization dawns across your face. Tears bead in your eyes and he chuckles. 

“Aww don’t be that way,” he croons, fingers digging into your used hole to work more cum into spilling out between your thighs, “be a good girl and let everyone see the creampie daddy left in your pretty cunt.”

Your cubby lips stay spread as he fingers more of his cum out of your hole. 

“So swollen baby,” he groans, fingers glancing across your fat clit, “can’t wait to watch this back.”

You squirm but he catches the hitched breath and dilated eyes. Grinning darkly, he nuzzles against your ear. 

“Maybe next time it’ll be a livestream of how I ream my pretty girl’s tight little pussy,” he kisses the shell of your ear as you moan quietly, “yeah, or maybe we’ll get someone in to watch me take you apart.”

You shiver and writhe against him, pussy sucking his fingers in even as he slowly drags them out of your spent cunt. 

“Guess we’ll need to save that for later though,” he clicks his tongue, moving away from you to shut the camera off, “now let’s go get a shower so we can go out to dinner, sweetheart.”

[grnherbs]

I don't want to set the world on fire.

eighteen plus, mdni.

this is a corrupt cop!leon story which will have dark themes such as abduction, yandere, smut (noncon, dubcon), stockholm syndrome, violence & manipulation but content warnings will be on every chapter. i plan for this to be a multi part story but we'll see how it goes !!

wc: 1.2k

cw: kidnapping, corrupt cop, yandere, violence (hitting), spitting, crying, personality change?, concussion, talk of minor injuries, handcuffs, pet names, delusional leon, fear, dacryphilia (kinda?),

you begin to learn new things about your best friend that you never thought would conceivably be true as you try to navigate his personality when he returns as a cop from raccoon city.

“stop wriggling, you're not getting out of those cuffs” he eyes you up in the rearview mirror, his ashy blonde hair falling in front of his eyes before running a leather gloved hand to push it back into place as you continue to move around, the cold metal gripping your wrists as you bite your lip in frustration and he takes a right at the traffic lights, the old tyre's of the cop car screeching slightly as he pulls away.

“please officer kennedy… leon, you know me, i don’t usually do these things, my record is clean, my parents can’t know about this please” you plead with him but he just turns his head back to the road, gripping the steering wheel, pulling out into the junction turning left, shaking his head at your whining.

“you know better than this, i’m really ashamed of you sweetheart, i really thought you were a nice girl, and nice girls don’t do what you’ve done this evening” he berates you and a blush of humiliation settles on your cheeks, looking down at your lap as your childhood friend and neighbour scolds you, a tear falling from your eye.

“please, c’mon i’ll do anything, you can’t tell my parents. you know they’ll kill me” you start to sob and he tuts at you, you continue to stare at your legs, tears still falling as he drives along the rough unfamiliar terrain and pulls into a… driveway? It was dark and you couldn’t even see any street lights, regardless of the blurry tears in your eyes.

“leon, w-where are we? weren’t we going to the station?” you question as he pulls up and turns off the engine, hands settling still on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking as he grips it, ignoring your questioning. the silence was deafening, before getting out the car, slamming the door behind him, causing you to jump and leaving you alone in the vehicle, shaking slightly, where were you?

a few moments go by as he opens the car door by your side, hand reaches in to grip your arm roughly causing you to gasp out and screech quietly “ouch!! leon” you squeal before he places his free arm around your mouth, no chance of allowing sound to leave it.

you begin to panic and scratch at his arms as he dragged you along by your waist, kicking out, what was he doing? whose house was this? It looked abandoned, the plants growing up the walls, yellowed panels lined the outside and the little grass you could see was even overgrown or dead.

he grips you tighter now, as you try to escape his solid, non moving grasp, barely audible squeaks leaving your lips and he practically growls “shut. up. you're only going to make this worse” he says sharply at you and your eyes widen at this, the soft cop who’d been your neighbour for the last decade, the soft blonde boy you’d grown up with, disappearing immediately and the panic truly settles in as a cold shiver whips through your body.

the last thing you remember before the hit to the head had been the bruising grip he had on you and the world fades to black.

drip.

drip..

drip…

the cold hit of water on your cheek had your eyes open quickly, taking in a gasp as you looked around yourself, hugging your arms immediately to your chest, breathing heavily. the cold stone floor was a shock to your system and the damp mouldy puddle growing by your head was still being dripped into from a wet patch on the ceiling. the room around you was dusty, a singular dirty and yellowed light fixture and hardly lit bulb hanging from the flimsy looking, almost makeshift ceiling, barely worth having as it dimly lit the room.

you rub your eyes, touch the shallow forming bump which had begun to grow on your forehead, before hearing the jingle of a cold chain attached to your wrist and that's exactly when you notice the other one on your ankle on the opposing side, another sharp breath leaving your body when reality begins to settle in. looking up and scanning your surroundings once more, you see nothing save for a window at the very top of the room, with bars across it, a stairway that was entirely out of reach. and a metal fold up chair in the middle of the room.

thats when you saw the feet perched either side of it, the individual leaning over the back of it where he was sat the wrong way round. “there you are darling, been waiting for you to open your pretty eyes, you know.. you make the most adorable noises when you’re sleeping” he chuckles dryly to himself, the silver in his hand catching the light, which you came to realise was a knife, he was twisting quietly in his hand, watching your eyes adjust.

you gulped and his dark eyes met yours through messy hair, looking through you “what’s the matter baby? cat got your tongue?” he tilts his head to take you in fully. you refuse to break eye contact with him until the throbbing in your head returns once more, rubbing it and breathing through the nausea it was making you feel.

“afraid you might have a minor concussion sweetheart, you just wouldn’t… stop wriggling away from me, so i had to put you to sleep” he gets up, pushing the chair away, knife in hand, and he kneels before you, hand coming out to stroke your cheek and you move your head back but he grips your jaw roughly making you look at him. “silly girl, huh? it’s just me baby, just your lee…” you felt sick to your stomach as he repeats the nickname and a single tear fell from your face as he said this.

he pulls you in for a tight hug which you settle into for a second, his hand gently stroking your hair and you feel the wave of confidence as your free leg comes up to kick his shin, but he’s quicker than you are, gripping your leg as his fist comes into contact with your cheek almost instinctively, causing you to fall to the side and he stands.

“you fucking stupid bitch!” he shouts at you through gritted teeth, leaning over to spit on your face, backing up and holding the knife out to you. “fine, you wanna act like a stupid bitch, we’ll see how pliant you are after a few cold lonely nights down here”. He tuts as he moves away, foot on the bottom step, taking one last look at the sight and shaking his head “keep crying all you want, it only makes me hard.”

and you pout out at him, a shallow gasp at his cruelty, his footsteps disappearing up the stairs and the light turning off, bolting the door shut and your breath picks up in the darkness surrounding you, a sting settling on your wounded cheek, wiping off the spit he had laid on you. the cold picked up in the barren of the basement, you rock yourself gently as you settle in for a night alone. the sound of his familiar car engine pulling out of the drive meant you were truly alone and you fell into sleep once more, trying to ignore the nausea settling into your stomach.

[noowayybroo]

Bite Shift (Part 1) (ignore my bad names)

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Assault + Violence, GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy. Mentions of / attempted non-con, biting n vampires n stuff (NSFW for violence's sake), Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also.

This fic is not for the faint of heart holy flip and Leon WILL get hurt in it. Leon is entirely inspired by @lipglossanon's Corrupt Cop Leon character and Character.ai Bot which are amazing n you should go look NOW!

FORGET THIS POST, JUST LEAVE!

In this fic, Our dirty little evil Leon will offer the reader a ride home (Out of the blackness in his heart), but instead of returning the Reader home, will attempt to have his way with them. Little does Leon know, the reader is a frickin' vampire, and absolutely makes him pay. I'm not a huge fan of Leon being anything but sweet, but here we get to make him pay!!! So rejoice!

I'm keeping this short as hell cuz I don't love the idea and I don't know what to do or how to take it seriously... Sorry!

It's 7:16pm (Oddly specific, I know) and you're making your way home along a main road by foot. It's been a busy day and everyone's seemed to have had some sort of issue, either with you or for you to resolve. You do love your job, you do, but waiting for it to get dark enough for you to head home without feeling uncomfortable under the sun's rays often gets... mundane.

The rain is pouring down through closely-knitted dark clouds, splattering heavily onto the road and pavement around you. This morning, much to your displeasure, the sky was bright and blue, not a speck of white nor grey against it. That leaves you, now, entirely unprepared. You hurry along the fairly busy road, holding the collar of your coat up firmly, trying to pull it to a close above your head with both hands. Otherwise, your mind is pleasantly empty, despite being preoccupied with your minor inconvenience.

The rhythm at which cars pass you on your 25 minute-or-so walk is comforting, and you often find yourself keeping tally of the quantities of each make you can see, or how many pass you, travelling in the same direction as you or otherwise. The drivers of each bicycle, motorcycle, car and lorry are fairly well-mannered, and whilst it has happened to you in the past, nobody's splashed you today... yet.

Admittedly, it'd have been nice to have brought an umbrella with you, for the sake of your own appearance and dignity. Overall though, it felt quite good to let yourself get swept up in the winds and drenched in the downpour after such an uneventful, samey day. You're around 10 minutes' walk from your home when you hear a car slow beside you. You worry for a second - perhaps it was someone looking for directions? Perhaps it was a mugging? (though it'd never happened to you, there was always the possibility.) Whatever it was, there were no turnings nearby, so it was certainly odd enough to notice by sound alone.

You turn on your heels and, depending on how you look at it, see something worse: A police car.

It looks brand new, as do the glittering blue eyes in the driver's seat, beaming back at you as his window rolls down. Inside the car seems to be a lone officer, pulled up quite close to the side of the road to let other traffic pass as he greets you. His long, silver hair is tousled across his face, lazily swept to the side of his young, seemingly innocent features. You wonder how he can focus on the road or on his work, having to flick or brush his mane from his view every few seconds, as he does before speaking:

"Heyy... I uhh.. I couldn't help but notice you walking alone in this rain, are you- do you need a lift? I can get the heaters on and we can warm you right up-", his voice is hesitant but determined, almost as though he's already decided on the outcome of this encounter. It strikes you as odd, to see a police officer patrolling these quiet roads at 7pm, but you don't mind him too much if he's keeping people safe. You stop, courteously, to hear him out and offer him a response.

"I'm alright, thanks. Just- uh... not long to go now!" You chirp reassuringly as rain dribbles down your face. You continue to walk, eager to get back home into the warm; into the dry. Whilst it may have been a little risky to be out here on your own, no attacker could be prepared for the means which you had to defend yourself, nor were you too weak to continue your walk, of which you'd already completed about 15 minutes.

The man seems taken aback somewhat, as if he'd entirely expected you to leap into his car, into his open arms, and allow him to take you wherever he'd pleased. His excitable eyes almost cutely rest on your figure, as your soggy clothes hug tightly to and weigh down on them, before he snaps himself out of his trance and gets back to pressing matters. Or rather, back to pressing you.

The low hum of his engine can be heard, as Leon begins to slowly roll alongside you, following you. His car is very close to you, probably to stay out of the way of the traffic in his lane, but it makes you feel slightly caged.

"It's absolutely pouring down, and you look like you're freezing", he persists, giving you another syrupy sweet smile. His voice has this eager edge to it; he really wants you to get in the car. You begin to have your suspicions about why he's so desperate. For a while you are silent as you keep walking alongside his car, thinking to yourself for a while about just how pure his intentions are, and what you might do about it if they're not. Meanwhile, Leon seems to be awaiting an answer. Of course, you don't yet know his name, which is suspicious, too, isn't it?

"Honestly, I don't want to trouble you sir.", you say, forcing a polite smile, although your slightly fearful and more so annoyed emotion shows in your raised brows and the twitch in the corner of your lips. "It's just about 5 minutes' down", you motion ahead vaguely.

Just when you think you've shook him, the officer's eyes light up - he's had an idea. You and Leon hadn't gotten off on the right foot, to say the least, and so you could only dread what his incessant mind had concocted. Meanwhile, you avoid eye contact, and continue to walk, picking up the pace slightly.

"Really?? I live that way too! I've just gotten off work, you see, and...", hm, sounds innocent enough, you think. "I'd hate for something to happen to you.", you hear him say, trailing behind you a little now as he leans from his window. Yep... There it was.

Whilst his voice is chirpy and innocent, his words certainly are not. They're laced with some kind of dark intention, or at least thoughts of such, and you find yourself wondering just what this man was up to. Seeing you being clearly quite taken-aback, Leon quickly spots his mistake and attempts to make amends: "I-I mean, I'm new on this job, right?? But the horrors- the things I've seen... There's... There's horrible people out there." He looks around, enacting scanning your surroundings for said 'horrible people', further trying to sell you his lie through his shaky voice.

All you can think of really is how easily someone else might've fallen for this, or been coerced into following the cop's orders. Here's where you become curious now: What exactly is he planning? Furthermore, how many people has he done this to? Were you his first? In truth, that would be very, very unfortunate for him. Would you be able to feed-

Your thoughts are abruptly halted has his car swerves in front of you, cutting you off as he stares at you through that window still. He's barely been able to take his eyes off of you. He's been studying you, examining you, he's trying to calculate how and when to pounce. His car has cut off your walk-way pretty definitely. If you want to get around him, it'll take about a minute of trudging up a grassy bank, or coming face to face with a relentless stream of cars. Knowing this, Leon looks victorious, he seems to think he's won.

What was his prize, though? At this point, you were quite disgusted by the man before you. Sure, he was cute, perhaps hot if you milked your imagination hard enough, but he was pressuring you, and perhaps others, and his intentions just seemed... off.

People who can't take 'no' for an answer...

Yucky...

You weren't sure if you were really planning to feed on him tonight, or if it was your curiosity and the slight burning rage growing within you, but you decided to hop on board. Slowly, reluctantly, you go to open Leon's front passenger door, leaving him gleefully grinning. You can almost read the "I did it, I actually did it!" on the front page of his mind. ...This as well as other thoughts he might be having as his eyes remain trained on you and your body as you climb in and remove your coat, leaving it on the floor before buckling up which earns you a giggle from him.

"It's alright, No worries about the coat" Leon smiles honestly, turning on his heating as promised to warm you up as he begins to drive again. He wears a warm smile as he continues down the road, giddy, like a child who's just stolen candy and gotten away with it. Behind that smile, there's something a little more black and calculating. He seems sly, proud of himself and disingenuous.

You look away, attempting to give him the silent treatment for the most part, signalling towards your clear discomfort. Even then, when you do steal glances at your 50/50 hero or captor, you avoid eye contact. As you sit there, arms folded, gazing out of your rain-besieged window, Leon attempts to make small-talk, including telling you his name: 'Officer Leon Kennedy', as he seemingly feels more confident now.

You do not wonder why.

Leon tells you he's going to continue down the road, and asks you to let him know if he needs to make a turning or pull over to get to yours. Once you've nodded in agreement, he asks you about your personal life, what job you work, whether you're studying, if you live with anyone, and how long you've lived in the area, for some examples. A lot of information for the short ride, but a lot of time's left for him due to the short, curt nature of your answers. You address him with a polite smile each time though and it works, he doesn't seem to mind.

He seems nice enough, you think as you watch your apartment approach over the horizon gradually. You prepare to let him know to stop.

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Guess who just discovered the small text feature!! This guy!

I've noticed also a lot of RE fics are written in American English, with American English phrases! I'm not sure if you've figured, but I tend to have a more Bri'sh approach! I hope this is ok! &lt;3

Many thanks again for reading my nonsense! Ily! I decided to separate this in parts cuz I'm boutta go sleep and if any of you guys read this and like it maybe I can get a gauge if I should actually continue or not or how I should go about doing that

My plan ultimately for the next part is as follows:

-Reader tells Leon their stop is soon

-Leon says nothing n ignores Reader

-Leon drives reader to sussy quiet place

-Leon attempts to have way with Reader

-Reader absolutely does not take that for an answer

-Someone's neck gets nommed and let me tell you he won't be a happy boy

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[explorevenus]

something permanent, pt. 6 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call the cops i stg

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers or triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding (and therefore pregnancy), corruption/training, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! you have been warned and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

word count - 5.9k

description - reader hasn’t been herself since finding out she’s pregnant. leon decides a little sunshine might do her some good.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), pet names (princess, angel, doll, pup, etc.), forced daddy kink, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, reader is in captivity, also reader is pregnant now (sorry to spoil it for those of u who haven’t read pt. 5 yet), mentions/descriptions of dissociation, sundress shenanigans, public sex (p in v), creampie, breeding kink, housewife kink, praise, dumbification, dollification, food/eating mentions, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

a/n - guys i’m literally soooooo sorry it took me forever to write this lmfao aaaa i know i’ve said this like 40 times but the past month was just super busy and chaotic for me in like every single aspect of my life </3 but it’s here now and i hope it was worth the wait ;w; ily guys and thank u for being so patient and sweet and supportive srsly it means the world to meeee

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !!

-venus ♡

Remember that scene in New Moon where Bella just sits in front of a window for three months straight?

That’s what you felt like.

The days passed by in a blur as you laid motionless in bed, then weeks, all spent staring at the blank wall. You couldn't stop thinking about it.

Leon's unfiltered grin as you sat curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tightly to your chest, hands clutching your hair at the roots as you sobbed. He rubbed your back and kissed your face and shushed you for what very well may have been hours. Time hadn't exactly felt real since you found out.

After a while he carried you to bed, figuring you'd tire yourself out eventually. He knew this wasn't going to be easy for you-- you could only be so brave-- but it did break his heart to see you so... corpse-like, for a lack of a better descriptor. You laid so still in bed for so long, refusing to get up for anything that he would make sure to double check you were breathing every now and then.

For the first few days, he let you have your fit. He knew you were just scared, just exhausted by all that resisting... his poor, frightened little princess. But you would come around. You had to.

Now it had been weeks and he couldn't stand to watch you wither away anymore, especially not with his baby in your belly.

Leon put a hand on your shoulder from behind, rubbing you softly with his thumb. You hadn't reacted, so at first he figured you were sleeping. When he leaned over your still form for a better look at your face, he noticed your eyes were open, bloodshot and dry, staring off into space with a dead expression. Had you even been blinking? It felt like a shot to the heart.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered softly, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You'd screamed and cried until your throat went hoarse. There were no words left to speak anymore.

Leon sighed, brushing your hair away from your face, putting his ear up to your back just to make sure he could hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing. "I know you're scared, princess, but this is going to be so good for us, for you," He spoke against your warmth. "You're going to be just fine, I promise. I'm here for you every step of the way."

Once again... you didn't respond. He'd said it all many times before. You just huffed out a short, hardly noticeable breath from your nose, blinking slowly, gaze still fixed on the bare wall ahead of you.

Still, Leon persisted. "Come on, baby, let's get up, now... You wanna go sit outside for a while? Take a bath, have something to eat?"

You shook your head so slightly he barely registered the movement.

He was trying so hard not to be angry with you, but you'd been refusing to move for weeks now and the longer you kept it up, the more worried he felt about the baby. You'd barely had a bite to eat or a sip of water since you found out, something that pained him deeply but he thought you would snap out of it. He had no idea how to proceed. He wasn't expecting it to be like this. With the precious cargo you were carrying, he couldn't bring himself to get too rough with you, but he couldn't just sit back and watch you rot, either.

With a measured breath he sat back, taking a step out of the dark, stale bedroom to collect himself where you couldn't see him. He didn't want you to feel like a burden, too.

Leon paced the house as he wracked his brain for a solution. He could drug you, but he didn't want to risk it now that you were pregnant. If he tried to hold you down and force feed you, not only would that make things leagues worse, it was possible you'd hurt yourself trying to fight him off of you like he knew you would. This was shaping up to be his biggest hurdle with you yet.

While he was unsure how exactly he was going to pull it off, Leon had a feeling it might cheer you up a bit to get out of the house. You would be safe as long as you were with him, and maybe if you realized what he would be willing to grant you for good behavior, you'd feel more incentivized to pull yourself out of this slump.

Whether you wanted to or not, however, he knew you needed a bath and he didn't plan on taking you anywhere until you'd at least had that. He had an inkling it would make you feel better, too.

Leon took a deep breath to collect himself and prepare for you to fight him before he returned to the bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, you still hadn't moved. He approached warily, kneeling at the side of the bed directly in your unmoving line of sight. Your eyes were so vacant, it was like you were looking through him. Leon brushed a lock of your messy hair away from your face before speaking softly, "C'mon, pup. Let's take a bath, okay?"

You made an unintelligible noise of disapproval but otherwise didn't react. He was actually a bit shocked by how easy it was for him to scoop your limp body into his arms and lift you from your place on the bed.

What he didn't know was that the fight had largely drained out of you now. Like, seriously this time. You weren't stupid-- you knew this was the end of any slim chance you might have had to escape. You knew he was scarcely going to let you out of his sight now that you were carrying his child. You knew every safety precaution and escape prevention measure he'd already implemented was going to ramp up by roughly ten thousand percent. This was truly the end for you, the nail in the coffin of the life that once was. You were at his mercy now and you knew it.

So, you figured, why try at all? If he was so intent on controlling each and every aspect of your life, then why not let him? Why not make him? You couldn't care less about yourself anymore. You didn't even feel like yourself anymore. Every last ounce of autonomy you had left had been consumed by him.

Those were the only thoughts trudging through your dizzy, muddy brain as he sat you on the countertop, trying to undress you as you slumped into his shoulder. It was all you could bring yourself to think about as he lowered you into the bathtub full of water that was just a little bit too hot. By the time he began cupping the scalding water in his hands to wet your hair, you felt as though you were watching it all happen in third person. You weren't you anymore, you were Leon's dumb little helpless puppy, and that's all you would ever be.

You were brought out of your trance a little when you realized, seconds later, that he'd asked you something. "Hm...? W-What?" You said weakly, voice hoarse as he scrubbed you with sweet smelling soap.

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he repeated himself, "I asked if you feel better, sweetheart. Do you?"

"Oh..." You trailed off in thought for a moment. Did you? Did it matter? "I guess," You whispered flatly. "T-Thanks."

"Good," Leon hummed, running a soapy washcloth over the expanse of your back. You were getting a little bony and it was making him nervous. "How would you like to go out with me today?" He asked.

It took you a second to respond, given that was a question you never expected to hear from him in a million years. You turned to look at him almost suspiciously through your wet hair. "Go... out?" You rasped.

"Mhm," Leon nodded, rinsing the washcloth with water so he could wipe away what was left of the soap. "I think it'd be nice to get out of the house for a while, don't you? You've been so good for me, princess. You deserve it."

You nodded eagerly, gazing up at him through your lashes. "W-Where are we going?" You asked.

"I don't know, sweetheart, where would you like to go?"

You could have vomited just from the sudden influx of excitement. Not only was he taking you out of the house, he was giving you the choice of where you wanted to go. You wished you had more time to strategize, but you had a feeling he would catch on to your impure thoughts if you took too long to answer him, so you spewed out the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I wanna go to the botanical garden," You blurted out. "I wanna walk around and look at all the flowers."

Leon hummed in thought for a moment before pressing a kiss to the crown of your freshly washed hair. "You wanna go look at the pretty flowers, princess?" He asked, lips brushing against you.

"Mhm," You nodded, toying with the surface of the water with your fingertips.

"I think that sounds really nice. What a good suggestion, sweet girl," He agreed, brushing his lips over your temple before reaching for the plug to drain the bathtub. "But... I need you to promise me two things before we leave, okay?"

Leon reached for the fluffiest pink towel he could find before helping you slowly get up from the tub, wrapping you up with a soft kiss to your forehead. A bit faint just from standing, you wobbled on your feet as you blinked slowly and answered him, "Okay..."

He wrapped his arms around you to steady you, bringing the towel up to dry off your hair, "Number one, you hold my hand at all times, no matter what," He began. You expected the next request to be just another way to say 'no running off' but were surprised as he continued. "Number two," He said, "You have to eat something before we leave."

"M'not hungry..." You sighed, taking his hand as he led you back into the bedroom.

"Well, that's too bad, sweetheart," He replied, messing up your hair playfully. "You gotta eat something, or no botanical garden. It's non-negotiable."

Leon helped you to sit on the bed as he rummaged through the closet for you. His eyes quickly landed on a thin white sundress of yours, one he'd taken a liking to when he first saw you wear it... from a distance. But that was before, this is now, and now you'd be wearing it while pregnant with his child. He thought it was perfect.

He laid out the dress neatly on the bed next to you as you brought your towel up to dry your hair. The sundress was soon joined by a pair of frilly white socks and and comfortable white shoes. Leon always dressed you quite femininely but this was... pastoral. You eyed the outfit with an unreadable look on your face as Leon began applying lotion to your freshly showered skin.

Leon was always adamant about your post-bathing ritual. It was no secret he loved to take any opportunity he could find to pamper and dote on you, and while it might have been something that seriously gave you the creeps just a few months ago, it had come to be something you looked forward to every day. It was nice to be so thoroughly cared for, to have someone who would pay such close attention to your every need.

And it wasn't so bad having a strong, handsome man like Leon rubbing lotion into your naked body.

You recoiled at the thought, turning your head away as if you were worried he could hear what you were thinking. Cheeks going red, you busied yourself continuing to pat your hair dry with the towel.

Leon raised an eyebrow, kissing up the length of your leg as he began the transition from lotion to a light sunscreen-- he couldn't have his poor darling burning up in the sun, after all-- and there was a certain knowing gleam in his blue eyes as he asked, "Something the matter?"

"Mm-mm," You hummed, shaking your head. "Just spaced out for a second."

He nodded slowly, an air of playful suspicion to him now. Sometimes you wondered if he really could read your thoughts.

As soon as Leon was satisfied with your skin care, he watched as you stood to get dressed before beckoning you into his lap so he could brush your hair. You felt a familiar warmth pooling between your legs as you slid into his lap. Screwing your eyes shut in an effort to regroup, you silently cursed the universe for making you feel so sensitive today. You had a feeling it was a symptom of your... condition.

The fact that your body had betrayed you in so many ways made you want to scream. First your brain began to soak him in like a sponge, then your womb accepted his seed. Now, as if it were some primal monkey brain shit at play, you were finding yourself more and more infatuated with him by the day and you were hardly even that pregnant yet.

You sat stiffly in his lap as he gently brushed out every last little knot in your hair, careful not to tug too hard, pressing the odd kiss to your shoulders every now and then. It would seem your pregnancy had softened something in him, too-- not that you were really surprised. After all, this was what he'd wanted since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time.

Your internal commentary was interrupted by his voice as he finished up brushing your damp hair. "What do you want to eat, honey?"

You shrugged apathetically. "I don't care. You pick," You mumbled.

It wasn't an easy task for Leon to ignore your apathy. He was really worried about you, but he didn't want to stress you out, either, not any more than you already were. If handling the bulk of your decision-making for a while was what it would take to get you back on track, he would do it gladly-- not that he wouldn't do it regardless-- but he ached to see you smile again. He missed your sweet personality. He missed the light in your eyes, or whatever was left of it after all these months of captivity.

Leon took hold of you at the waist to lift you from his lap so he could stand and lead you downstairs to the kitchen, a hand at the small of your back the whole time you walked. He took notice of the fact that you hadn't even chanced a look at the sliding glass door like you normally would. You kept your head down and just followed his lead. He wasn't sure whether he should feel proud of your obedience or more deeply worried about your lack of concern.

He lifted you up into a chair at the kitchen island, pouring you a glass of juice to keep you occupied while he decided on something to make for you. You sipped idly at the juice, confident it hadn't been tampered with given you watched him prepare it for you.

"What are you most excited to see at the gardens?" Leon asked over his shoulder, cracking two eggs into a pan. He was trying to keep you engaged, distracted from whatever thoughts were swimming around in that little head of yours.

You shrugged again. "I'm just excited to go outside, honestly," You hummed, taking another sip of juice.

Leon nodded. "I think it'll be good for you, sweetheart. You need some vitamin D," He agreed, as if it wasn't his fault that you were in this position to begin with. It didn't go over your head but it didn't phase you, either-- you were used to the irony of it all by now. He continued, "What's your favorite flower?"

You resisted the urge to make a sideways comment, to tell him he should know that already since he clearly knows so much about you. Biting it back, not wanting to ruin what was currently shaping up to be a pretty good day, you answered simply and honestly, "Bleeding hearts."

"Hm... pretty and pink. I'm not surprised," He smiled softly, putting two slices of bread in the toaster as your eggs cooked.

You let out a little huff of breath that was easy to mistake for a laugh, and Leon did. His smile grew as he assumed you were feeling better already. It wasn't long before he presented you with a plate of eggs and toast, something he figured would be bland enough not to upset your empty stomach but would still provide you enough sustenance to be walking around in the sun for the afternoon. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when he provided you with colorful plastic cutlery to eat with, clearly made for children. His safety measures for you were already multiplying each day since you'd returned three positive pregnancy tests.

As much as the thought of eating something made your sour stomach twist up into knots, the thought of Leon forcing you to eat something made you even more violently ill. Again, you decided not to test his patience today. You picked at the food on your plate with a shaking hand as he rubbed your back to encourage you, and it wasn't long before you switched into an entirely different mode of brain function in order to complete the task. Seconds melted into minutes as the food disappeared slowly from your plate and your eyes glazed over into a blank expression. Leon didn't seem to notice.

Well, that, or he didn't really care as long as you were doing what he'd asked of you.

You were halfway through your second piece of toast when you were gripped back to reality by the sound of his voice once again.

"Good girl," He hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You nodded vacantly, casting a weak smile at him. It was in that moment you realized that last half-slice of toast was the only thing left-- for the first time in months you'd actually cleared your plate. Leon could barely contain his pride.

As much as it irked you to play by his rules, you had to rationalize it somehow. You weren't the only one eating anymore.

You quickly brushed off the thought, preferring to act as though you weren't pregnant at all, for your own sanity. If you put too much energy into thinking about it, it'd ruin your day, and all you really wanted right now was one day to pretend this wasn't happening, to pretend Leon was just your sweet, well-meaning boyfriend taking you out on a date, to pretend this was normal and you'd asked for this.

To pretend you weren't growing a piece of him inside of you.

When you came to again Leon was helping you put your shoes on. The journey from the kitchen island to the front door passed by in a blur and now you were in his passenger seat, Leon's warm, broad hand on your thigh as the sunny city rolled by through the window, music playing quietly from the speakers. Without even realizing it, you squirmed into his touch, subconsciously enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, the feeling of connection. It stirred something inside you that was just a little too confusing to address right now.

"It's pretty out today," You said, now trying to distract yourself from your own brain.

"It is, huh?" He asked, lip upturned in a handsome smile as he squeezed your leg in agreement. "You picked a good day to go look at the flowers."

"Mhm," You hummed, sitting up in your seat just enough to get a better view of the landscape around you. "What day is it?" You asked.

Leon quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. "Wednesday," He said. "May 31."

"May 31," You repeated to yourself in a near whisper, and he watched as the cogs turned in your head. "We've been together for... five months?"

"Six," He corrected you gently, thumb caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh. "Six months, princess."

It was odd to think it'd been that long since you'd last slept in your own bed, but at the same time, it was a little jarring to know it'd only been that long. As far as you were concerned, you could have been under his roof for a full year now, but no... only six months. Less than a school year, a season and a half, just two thirds of a human gestation period. You swallowed dryly as you made the realization that you would likely be birthing Leon's child just weeks after the anniversary of your capture.

The universe can be quite cruel with its timing.

Moments later the botanical gardens came into view and you could hardly sit still. Leon was soaking in your excitement, glad that his plan to get you out of the house was seeming to work. He hadn't seen you literally squirm with excitement since... well, since before he actually took you in. It was a lovely sight and it restored his faith in his own ability to support your well-being.

Leon parked the car and looked over to you, putting a hand over yours to grab your attention as you reached to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Sweetheart," He said, "Do you remember what you promised me?"

You nodded impatiently.

"I want to hear you say it, doll," He added.

"I promised to hold your hand the whole time, no matter what," You recited his instruction back to him, squeezing his hand as if to drive the point home that you understood and planned to obey him. "I still promise."

Leon smiled softly, taking the keys out of the ignition and gifting you a sweet kiss for being so smart. "Good girl. Let's go, then."

He was quick to circle around and open your door for you, taking your hand tightly in his own as the two of you began to walk. The entrance to the botanical gardens loomed tall and green overhead, a twisting arch spotted with blossoming flowers in several different colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant smell with it, blanketing the surrounding area with a floral aroma that was impossible to miss. It was summer.

You were practically dragging Leon along behind you as you charged forward eagerly, drawn to the scent and the sight of life. Given most normal people were at work or at school in the middle of the week, the two of you had most of the gardens to yourselves save for the odd retired couple here and there. It was quiet and beautiful and perfect.

"Slow down, princess," Leon laughed softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him. "The flowers aren't going anywhere."

"I know, I'm sorry," You couldn't quit beaming as you spoke. "I'm just so happy..."

Leon smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You don't need to apologize for being happy, baby," He said. "That's all I've ever wanted, you know that, right?"

You nodded, turning to him on your tip toes to give him a kiss.

It would seem that some time spent outdoors was something you both needed sorely. You were soaking up every last ray of sunshine like it was your job and Leon was taking immense pride in your obedience. Every last thing about this was the exact image of what he'd hoped for with you-- an afternoon stroll through the botanical gardens, his seed inside you, your hand in his, all smiles... It really was all he'd ever wanted.

"Look at these ones, daddy," Now it was your voice breaking him out of his train of thought. Leon looked over to see you burying your nose in a bush of baby blue hydrangeas. "They smell so good," You said, eyelids fluttering shut as you breathed in the air around them. You couldn't help but think they reminded you of the color of Leon's eyes. Perhaps that was why you were so drawn to them.

Leon drew in beside you, bringing one of the soft blue blossoms up to his nose. "They do, huh?" He grinned.

"Mhm," You nodded, your slight attention span being snatched up quickly by something you saw in the distance.

The paths through the garden wound up like a maze, each walkway communing around a carved marble structure, tall white pillars that circled around a statue of a woman. The statue depicted her draped in cool marble robes that hung from her body like water, a bundle of various flowers cradled in her arms. It was a fitting piece for such a place, surrounded by bushels of bright white roses.

"So pretty," You marveled, mouth agape as you rushed over to where the path opened up into that precious, artful sanctuary. Soft golden sunlight graced the curvature of the statue and the petals of each surrounding flower, the textured pillars cutting shadows in thick stripes over the marble and greenery.

Leon tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, hand on your hip from behind as he spoke into your ear to regain your attention. "Look, angel," He pointed to your left, directing your eyes over to a little nook in the pathway. "Bleeding hearts. Your favorite."

You gasped excitedly, tugging at his hand as you went barreling over there. The little pathway curved a few feet down into a dead end, a tunnel of carefully manicured bushes lined with your favorite flower blooming in abundance. Your eyes went starry and wide as you took your time appreciating each and every blossom to the very back of the tunnel. Leon followed close behind, basking in your expression.

At the end of the tunnel was a waist-high, standing placard. You were just looking down to read it when you were startled by Leon coming up close behind, gripping your hips firmly.

"Are you having fun, princess?" He asked lowly, nibbling at the shell of your ear, broad hands feeling over the thin fabric of your dress.

You nodded, blushing. "I am," You answered, and you were being honest. "T-Thank you, daddy."

Leon hummed with approval, warm breath casting over the curve of your neck as he spoke. "You're very welcome, sweetheart," He said, lips tracing lightly over the junction of your neck and shoulder, raising goosebumps in their path. "Been so good for me, haven't you? Such a good, sweet girl for your daddy..."

His hands continued to wander, one feeling up the texture of your dress until it reached your chest and the other slipping beneath the hem at the middle of your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks burning at the feeling of his fingertips dancing slowly up between your legs.

"W-Wait..." You sighed softly, thighs shifting around his hand. "What if someone sees?"

Leon hummed with indifference, dragging two fingertips over the seat of your panties, making you shiver. "Let them," He said. "Let them see just how completely you belong to me, huh, pup?"

You keened into his touch, planting your palms on the placard in front of you to maintain your balance. Becoming quickly drunk off of his affection, you tried one last time to convince him otherwise. "Won't we get in trouble?" You asked.

He responded with a low chuckle against your throat, like you were ridiculous for even asking. "I'm not worried about that, angel."

You wanted to ask why not but the question died in your throat when he pushed your panties aside and sank a finger into your wet folds, dragging slowly up until he brushed over your clit, making you twitch and purr. Subconsciously your hips rutted back toward him, bumping softly against his own, and he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at how needy you were already. It took him all but two seconds to connect the dots as to why you were so sensitive for him.

The thought alone made his pupils dilate with lust, nearly swallowing his cobalt irises whole. He clamped his teeth into your shoulder dominantly, rubbing slow, hard circles into your jewel. You moaned, quickly biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep quiet.

Now it was his hips knocking impatiently into yours as he grew harder and harder beneath his jeans. You were so needy for him because you were pregnant with his child and finally, finally your body understood down to a cellular level that you belonged to him, that you needed him. The hand of his that was toying with your breast slid down to rest on your stomach. You weren't quite showing yet, but that didn't matter. He could feel his seed growing inside you, he could smell it on you, taste it on you. Now more than ever you were full of him.

"Mine," He growled into your hot skin, two fingers sinking into your slick hole without warning. You gasped, knuckles briefly whitening on the edges of the metal placard as your head swam with bliss-- it was only a couple of seconds before the sting melted away into pleasure as he pumped in and out of you. "All fucking mine..."

Holding back every last little noise, you didn't want to risk opening your mouth to speak. You bucked into the palm of his hand eagerly, beckoning him to continue, craving the full feeling of being stuffed with him.

Luckily for you, Leon was equally as anxious to get to the good part. He brought his hands away from you just long enough to unbuckle his belt and free his hard, weeping cock, flipping your dress up over the curve of your spine before he drove hungrily into your dripping pussy.

You couldn't stay quiet anymore. Your jaw dropped open with a high whine as you drove your hips back, pushing yourself back up against him until he was buried inside you as deeply as he could go. The palm of his hand quickly found your stomach again as he began pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin flooding the otherwise silent garden.

You mewled breathlessly, steadying yourself against the placard as your vision went blurry with need. "D-Daddy--"

"I've got you, pretty baby," He grunted into your ear, putting just enough pressure on your stomach to allow the both of you to more intensely feel the way he fucked into you. "My girl... my fuckin' girl. You're gonna be the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? I'm gonna knock you up over and over and over again until you can't fucking stand it anymore, until you're begging me to stop..."

A deep shiver rolled over your body, fanning the flame that was growing inside you. You couldn't just feel how wet you were, you could hear it with every meeting of Leon's hips against your ass. You cried out an unintelligible string of curses and repeats of his name as a bead of your own arousal ran down the inside of your thigh.

"That's it, you like that, don't you, princess? My perfect little dolly, taking everything I give you and loving every second of it," He continued, littering your throat with bites and wet kisses as he spoke. "Gonna make you my wife and fuck you full of my babies and you're gonna love it. I can't wait until you start showing... then everyone will know you're mine."

The hand that was holding your hip just a second ago ghosted over your stomach and down between your legs, the pads of his fingers quickly finding your pearl. Your knees buckled a little as he began toying with you, rubbing in circles with various applications of pressure and speed until you were clenching around him, sucking his cock deeply into you until you could feel the swollen head of him knocking against your cervix. Tears welled up in your eyes as the pleasure continued to build and build and build in your core, each and every snap of his hips nudging you closer and closer to the edge.

If his words were true-- and you had a feeling he was serious about what he'd said-- then perhaps the future ahead of you wasn't so grim. He'd well and truly claimed you and as wrong as you knew it was, you felt electric, babbling and crying out in pleasured whines as he fucked you in broad daylight. You found yourself thinking that maybe you could get used to this.

Leon's teeth sank into your shoulder as your walls pulsed around him, tears spilling out over your cheeks as your vision went white and you soaked his cock with your release. Only seconds later you felt him shudder behind you as he buried himself into you down to the hilt and stuffed you full of his load.

He was whispering sweet little praises in your ear of a job well done while you floated back down to Earth, your vision clearing up again with time as you both caught your breath. He stayed inside you for now, pressing gentle kisses over the bite marks on your neck and shoulder. Once the world around you was in color again, everything just a little more vibrant to you now, your eyes focused on the placard you were perched on.

Dicentra, known as "bleeding hearts," are native to eastern Asia and North America. Part of the poppy family, these unique plants bloom in the Spring with pink and white heart-shaped flowers.

Bleeding hearts are said to symbolize unconditional love, but also heartbreak and sadness.

You didn't have time to digest the irony of that as your attention was pulled back to the matter at hand-- Leon slowly pulled out of you, cum leaking from your spent hole as he fixed your panties and dress. He buttoned his jeans and fastened his belt again, holding out his hand for you to take, a smug smile on his face as he asked, "Wanna look around some more?"

It took you a second to register his words, but finally you nodded, smoothing your dress down over your thighs before taking his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the little tunnel of bleeding hearts. It was hard to pretend like your legs weren't wobbly, and even harder to act like you couldn't feel the sticky pool of warm cum growing in the seat of your panties with every shaky step you took.

It was a lovely afternoon. The two of you enjoyed the serenity and color of the garden for another hour or so before deciding to call it a day.

Leon was feeling pretty proud of himself as you drifted into a content nap during the commute home. Looks like he'd pulled you out of that slump.

[pupcuck]

black water - one !

ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. cop!leon, corruption, mentions of harassment/rape/drugs, body horror, raccoon city incident never happened but there r bioweapons, suicide ideation bc leon, character death, there’s smut in later chapters i promise, public sex, creampie, hate sex, slapping, choking, gore descriptions

note. hi trying something new! i know raccoon city is in the midwest somewhere but to be frank idgaf ab the usa and know nothing about any part of it so i decided that it’s a southern state in this fic bc i wanted to make reader have the cute accent bc she’s a farmer :3 only the first chapter so like um this is honestly just more of a test to see if anyone would like this erm smut comes soon prommy.. reader implied poc but like um :3 PLEASE GIMME FEEDBACK N IGNORE MISTAKES!!

summary. there is something in the water, you want it gone before it eats more than just your livelihood.

You know pigs, so you know men.

This one has blue eyes, it is the type of blue you’d dip your toes into, you let the waves lap at your calves until it drags you under. His gaze taps a gun to the back of your head and demands full attention.

He is subjecting you to himself, and you hate it.

The glint of his blue-gold badge is nebulous in the dark. “Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” He offers you a look at his ID card - has the sort of face that lets him get away with things. “Criminal Investigations Department.”

Beside him, a dog with intelligent eyes stands sentinel. Officer Kennedy drops the leash and the dog sits back on its haunches. “Now, what’s this about pigs?”

The RPD is one great big circle jerk. Brian Iron’s doctrine is an easy one to follow, and Leon is not opposed to easy. His innards spill into the middle of it all as the lump in his throat dislodges, adding to the slurry of toxic waste that coats their blackened underbelly.

There is a horrible liminal quality to the place, footfall echoes in halls lit by jaundiced bulbs. The scent of sex is a wisp of smoke in his nose as he passes the chief’s office.

Raccoon City is a backwater bog, and to match the inhabitants are insular primitive beings who cling to antiquated ways. To be stationed here by choice was a lapse in judgement - snark is the currency of social interaction.

Leon is often taken by women.

He met this one back in Brooklyn, where he and his family lived above a Deli, an older southern lady with a gap in her teeth. Had the pleasure of crossing her path—Something about her just stuck. Led him to believe that all women round these parts had big hearts and even bigger bosoms. A place to rest his head for the night, a neck to hide his face in, blonde curls just shy of silver to tickle his skin flower-pink.

She talked all like:

Well, ain’t you just the sweetest peach I’ve ever seen! Oh, I could just eat a feller like you up, get me full as a tick.

Whatever it was that she said and meant, he liked it. And so guided by the expertise of his dick, Leon landed himself here.

There are a handful of beautiful women that Leon has seen, met, fucked.

(He weeded out the ugly ones the moment he was given access to the file room.)

The thing is, small town beautiful is different to New York pretty.

He has an ex over in Manhattan who could turn the sidewalk into a catwalk. She had Leon, a man built like a god, fumbling like a teenage girl. The last girl he fucked here was homely - she had the hushed urgency of a military wife and her monotony was sobering.

One girl he dated on and off for a year or two. She worked at a car wash and she was needy. Real needy. She missed the taste of his dick so he provided her with the scent of pussy instead. Every weekend he’d drive over and watch her clean the sex from the backseat of his cruiser just because he could.

Things are slow in this marshy cesspit, a never-ending conveyer belt of nothing much. The wind carries the scent of magnolia blossoms and sewage. It gives Leon a lot of time to think of the filth that is his underfurnished life. He lowers his head to the desk, allowing himself to fall in and out of spasms of lucidity.

Leon has done bad things, but he doesn’t qualify as a bad guy. The badge and the blue forbids it. Take Redfield for example, that guy got deployed in Penamstan. Y’know what happened there? He shot a kid or two and now he can’t get it up. He’s not a bad guy, not at all, he’s got a photo of his smiling face plastered in the lobby.

He’s a hero.

The only problem folks have with him is that heroes have nice, hard cocks and they fuck for hours. No matter his sex drive atrophied by gore splattered on the barrel of his gun, or how the studded underside of his boot caused flesh to crumple like the newspaper with his name on it—It doesn’t matter. To be built like a brick shithouse and have something soft between your legs, well, that just ain’t right, is it?

Over in Penamstan, he would say, you introduce yourself over the sound of gunfire, shake hands as the earth is split in half, kill an orphan to bond.

A good man for sure. So good his little sister went ghost.

(Leon finds her postcards in the mailroom. For Redfield’s sake, he hides them in the bottom drawer of his desk alongside all sorts of ephemera. He’s acquired quite the stash.)

Valentine is alright. She’s quiet. The moral fibre has been plucked out of her with a pair of forceps, and now she doesn’t think much about where she points her gun. They often sit in shared silence, and sometimes it is like looking in a funhouse mirror that creates a shape far slinkier than his bulk.

Chambers is too nice. Vickers is fat. Burton is old. Frost is ugly. These are all irrefutable flaws, but none of them are bad, and none of it is intentional. Not bad by Leon’s standards at least.

(The entirety of the STARS unit would be better off if they stopped kissing Captain Wesker’s flat ass, but that is like asking for sympathy from the devil.)

Man, he has too much time on his hands.

“Kennedy, you busy?” Rita knocks on his desk. The fabric of her shirt creases inwards to grasp the dip of her waist as she places a hand on her hip. She’s poised, but something about her gait is wobbly.

“Mighty busy.” He nods.

What they have is not history, but something much smaller. It is a word blotted out on a torn page from a burnt book, it is ground into powder by mortar and pestle.

It is Leon’s hand in her back pocket when nobody’s around.

“I’m sure.” She straightens her spine, eyes heavy with the weight of her lashes. “Up in Black Water, something about a dead pig.”

“They have gators,” Leon points out. He may be bored to the point of suicide, but he is not in the mood to wrangle any gators.

“I know,” she says, lifting her eyes from the ground to meet his sidelong gaze, “go check it out, she sounded real spooked, take a dog if you have to.”

She, huh.

Wonder what she looks like. He hopes she has big tits. He hopes she isn’t a cousin-fucking, peat-smelling hick.

Black Water has a lot of those.

“Took ya long enough.” Your voice skims the air like a bullet, it strikes Leon in the chest.

You are she. And you, well—You’re both the needle and the spoon.

Doused in the lantern glow, the egg-whites of your eyes are streaked by small, bloody streams, your mac is zipped up to the chin, and your rainboots are the same colour of boxed rubber duckies.

You’re no sole-crushed peach, making the ground its canvas in a pitiful splatter, you’re a tart cherry that he would like to pick, melt into a glaze and store in a jar.

“Oh, we’re mighty busy.” Leon wipes Rita’s wet from his fingers on the front of his tailored pants, it’s gotten sticky like pomade. He thinks of her tailbone digging into the flesh of his stomach as he sits her on his lap.

“I bet.” You raise your brows. “How many lines did’ja do?”

Leon leans forward to watch your face with unblinking eyes. “Don’t say that too loud, Wesker’s gonna get worried, y’know, start digging through his stash.”

“Hah.” Your laugh is hidden into the collar of your mac. “He seems like the type.”

“You met him before?” An unpleasant squelch is heard when he steps where you do, it seems deliberate for a moment, that you’re avoiding a well-trodden path to give him a hard time. He stumbles forward in the dark—His shoes are fucked, and these socks deserve a funeral service.

“Think we all have.” Your body is lost in the shapelessness of your attire, clothes draped over your frame like you are more hanger than human. Effortless femininity lost to androgyny. “You’re not from these parts.”

“You don’t look like you’re from these parts, pumpkin pie,” he mocks your twang and is met with a tut.

You stop and Leon bumps into you with a grunt.

He shines his torch at the ground and isn’t quite sure of what he’s looking at. “That’s a pig alright.”

[d10nyx]

corrupt cop dad!leon // character.ai

ft. leon kennedy

cw: incest, non-con, threats, aggressive behaviour

based on the 'should've been a son' series by @rigorwhoring aka my fave thing ever x

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Your dad's presence has always made you uneasy. Something about the excuses he'd made about the injuries he'd sustained on the job (a bite mark or scratches that clearly were made by a human in a struggle) never sat right with you, even as a child. The way his uniform always seemed like it was adjusted in a rush, or the way he carried himself. It all seemed off.

You didn't have time to dwell on the suspicions that had developed surrounding your father after your mom passed away. It happened so suddenly, and you were only a child, but it was the first time you remember your father acting like a dad. The way you scooped him up in your arms for the first time since you could remember. You'd clung to him that day, and he'd let you.

You were never close to your father, but you'd only grown further from him when you left for college. His house wasn't your home, it was just somewhere temporary to stay until you could leave. He avoided you, or, that's what it seemed like as he purposefully took late night shifts, barely giving you so much as a 'hello' in passing. You didn't understand your dad, but you didn't need to.

Entering your dad's office was innocent. You'd needed some printer paper for college work. But his bottom drawer was stuck, and you'd found a box blocking its path. You wished you never looked inside. Buried underneath a pile of old magazines was evidence - ripped clothing, Polaroids depicting what he'd done to various women over the years. The reason he always picked the late night patrols.

You're quick to put everything back, anxiety and disgust forming quickly. You instantly start packing, deciding you'd have to stay somewhere else. You couldn't be near your dad, not after seeing that. Every suspicion, every instinct. You were right. You're in the process of packing when your heart drops, your dad's voice ringing out in the room.

"Jesus. What're you doing all that for?"

[wolves0nmars]

american healthcare by penelope scott but make it leon s. kennedy.

verse 1, "when i was seven years old i saw a dead man in the road..." could relate to the early loss of his parents and leon's first experience with a police officer. plenty of children are exposed to violence at an early age, and leon is no exception. this experience desensitized him to violence and to cope with it he focused on the positive experience he had with that cop, and decided he wanted to be an officer in order to help people.

he helped claire, sherry, ashley, etc. there's actually kind of a pattern of him "saving" female characters and kind of affirming his own masculinity by doing so. this makes his interactions with ada and luis very interesting, the former of course being a woman that doesnt need his saving and the latter being a man that desperately needs his saving. but thats a conversation for another time.

and in the chorus of the song, "you corporate fucking prick, i did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick" relates to him a lot. because leon s kennedy sucks a lot of d---he has a lot of experiences with "corporate overlords", like simmons. but also this doesn't just apply to specific individuals. leon is in law enforcement because he wants to protect people. he was a police officer because he wanted to protect people, he is an agent because he wants to protect as many people around the world in the long run optimally in the most efficient way. but he consistently runs into the problem that his job as a police officer is not to protect people. its to protect private property. his job as an agent is not to protect people. its to protect corporate interests. he's in the wrong job.

i really hope we see leon be a firefighter or an emt some day. like, obviously hes a little old and definitely traumatized enough, but those are occupations where your job literally is just to help people, not keep corporate interests in mind.

and in verse 2 "I asked the right questions, i never even really got bored" relates to him really well too. leon quite easily slipped into his role as "right hand man", never wondering or asking just what exactly left hand was up to. because truthfully, he didn't want to know. he preferred the comfort that came with not knowing.

or in verse 3, "it trickled into both my ears, it got louder over the years, until all that i could hear were fuckin' flies" probably relates to leon the most out of any line from this song. it perfectly represents how incredibly corrupted leon has become. it's also worth mentioning how resident evil viruses do sometimes take the form of insects. you could kind of look at it like a direct parallel between government corruption and the viruses he's fighting. they're both equally parasitic, infectious, and harmful. i imagine sometimes leon just wishes he'd be infected finally, because it's better than this torturous process of corruption. in the pre chorus, she says "sometimes it's like they'd rather die" and i think sometimes it's like he'd rather die.

it's such a great song about american capitalism and how easily it can corrupt people's naive hopes and dreams of helping people. because leon s kennedy... has been corrupted. time and time again throughout the RE franchise we see commanding officers from private corporations, governments, law enforcement, etcetera being revealed as evil and every time... the main characters just kill the guy and get back to work. they never stop and consider... maybe it's not about just one guy. maybe its not about just this one individual that happened to be evil. maybe something made him evil... maybe something allowed him to be evil... and maybe its the exact same thing that i work for... or something like that idk lolllllll.

i really hope we see leon kind of "break the cycle" and have the kinds of realizations that are in this song because like... BITCH... that stupid little boy is lucky hes so pretty!!!

also im really sorry for derailing a song about a womans experience in academia and social services under capitalism and stuff to be about this white boy in the CIA... i hope this little analysis doesnt detract from the actual song. cause like... its a great song and we dont need to make it about leon stupid little bitch kennedy for it to be good.

[lipglossanon]

[grnherbs]

snippet of idwtstwof pt two <3 ilysm please bare with me, I'm just getting back into the swing of writing.

[noowayybroo]

Bite shift (Part 3) (You people are insane + Ily)

I was so surprised that anyone enjoyed the first two parts of this fic! And it's with a heavy heart that I apologise to you for not knowing where to go with this AT ALL. I'll briefly summarise here and if it doesn't sound like what you want, ignore the post!

In this part, Leon is absolutely obsessed with the reader and CANNOT get the reader out of his head. He, unexpectedly, goes to find you in your home! You try threaten him, and get him to leave, but he kinda doesn't know what he wants n' refuses to leave.

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, (not so) Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW CUZ SEXUAL THEMES N BITING N BLOOD LOVELIES BE CAREFUL!!!, Blood, GN!Vampire!Reader, (He's not so corrupt cop anymore, he's kinda soft n good boy now) Kennedy . Vampires, biting, everything that goes with them, Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also. Brief seduction, Copy n pasted warnings etc (am lazy monke) There's a bit of hurt n comfort?? Like Leon goes insane and initially reader is scared of him but this is a super comfort fic they talk it out, cuddle, n reader gets another bite to eat :)

REALLY slow burn I think?? ++ You have the brief choice at the end to spare or kill Leon for good :flushed: it might be disturbing so if you see red and don't want to see him die, don't read on!!!

A day or two later, Officer Kennedy was discharged. A thorough examination having displayed no further symptoms. It was a concern that he'd contracted some kind of virus or infection, due to his 'hallucinations'.

I mean - who was going to listen to this man babble and rant about having been 'ambushed' and bitten by a vampire?

Nobody.

Nobody at all.

Anyway, he was ready and rearing to go.

Rearing to go and... avoid you... At all costs.

He continued his policing duties: driving down and monitoring highways, detaining criminals and traffic violators and helping rescue cats from trees. You know, rookie stuff (..as written by someone who has no knowledge on the matter.)

For the next few weeks, his life was as back to normal as it could be. The bite you'd left him had since scabbed and was healing, but the mental wound you'd dealt remained painfully fresh.

Everywhere he went, he saw you. Except he didn't, but he could have sworn he had. Or maybe, just maybe he had. He didn't know, and the more he thought about you, the worse and the weaker he felt. He wasn't trying to seek you out or anything. In fact, a large part of him wished he couldn't see you, ever again.

But he could. As he passed by streets of people, he saw your silhouette. He knew your figure, your shape. He knew perfectly the colours that painted your eyes, the style you chose to adorn yourself with - he vividly remembered the sound of your voice, the shade of your lips.

The shade of your lips, drenched in his blood.

Leon cringed at the thought. It was monstrous, disgusting, it was terrifying, but in a way it was right: He'd gotten himself 'entangled' with you when he tried to attack you, and you, quite frankly, showed him who was boss. And now, no matter how Leon twisted or turned it, no matter how he looked at the world around him, he kept seeing you.

He almost missed you. No, he couldn't, he wouldn't. You tried to kill him! But you didn't... You saved him.

Focus. Keep walking, Leon. You know what you saw, you're not insane, but now's not the time to think about-

Leon freezes. There you were, again, swimming in the sea of heads before him. He was on his way home from work, it being quite late in the evening, and among the vivid street-lights and shop-window haze, he could have sworn he'd seen you. Your height, your clothing. Your size, your figure. It all added up. This was wrong, this was terrifying. Kennedy's heart pounds in his chest, as if he hadn't seen 'you' four times already, in that same week.

Despite how foolish he was being, despite how dangerous it could be, he couldn't help but remain entranced as his legs brushed him swiftly through the hustle and bustle of rush-hour. His eyes were glued to his target as his body moved on instinct, using his hands to push through the crowd. He operated like some large predator, hunting unknowing prey, yet in this situation, you were the flame, and he was the moth.

Closer and closer he came to your form. Further, deeper into danger.

And then 'you' turn to almost face him.

He stumbles. He comes to a halt. Again, it was not you. Only a meter or so away from his mirage, he quickly turns back in the direction of his home, frustrated and humiliated. You were really intervening in his life like this. 'Showing up' at his place of work. Even during his free time, you hounded him. You'd stolen the keys to a room within his head, and he feared you'd never leave.

It wasn't just you now, though. Oh no. He trod with a newfound care through the swarms of commuters. He was even extra careful with his co-workers and the criminals he dealt with. Why? Well, no matter how they looked, be it the shade of their skin or the colour of their eyes. Nothing about their appearance or personality, or their voice or mannerisms could convince him that they weren't like you - a vengeful, blood-sucking creature. What if they were out to get him too? Had you sent them news of him?

Leon drowned in his thoughts as he stumbled home in the freshly falling rain. He felt sluggish, as though his flesh and muscle wore away beneath the falling tears, and promptly disappeared into the puddles which splashed beneath his feet. As he turned the corner to his street, he left the flow of people going about their lives, and made his way home to sulk over his own.

He felt miserable as he walked. Thinking of you seemed to draw this certain energy from him. It was as though each time, he felt this particular sense of fear or dread-filled adrenaline. He felt as though scraps of himself, of his confidence and of his willpower, were being washed down the drains beside him. He felt hopeless.

He also felt angry. He was angry that he'd tried what he had, but angry that you'd overpowered him so easily. He was angry that you'd gotten away, and that he'd lost you. He was slightly angry that you hadn't just finished the job.

But he was also pleased. He was pleased to be alive, pleased to have been taught an efficient lesson. He was pleased to have been saved from what could have been a horrible life.

He was stuck in a cycle of bittersweet emotions. He hated how grateful he was to you. And yet, he didn't even know you.

What he did know, he thought suddenly as he neared his home, was where you lived. And just like that, his feet stopped just by the walkway to your home.

You watch from the comfort of your sofa as a familiar figure comes to a halt on the pavement right outside your home. He's drenched, mind and body and he stands so, so still. He remains there against the barrage of the rain and winds, until his head rises to stare at your front door, bug-eyed.

To sum up your brain's patterns at this particular moment:

'Who is... oh my God, no-' You mouth to yourself in shock as you recognise the man outside your home. He was the officer who had violated you only a week or so ago, and now, he was outside your home.

You had a nasty feeling that how 'outside' he was was about to change as he slowly began to trail along the path towards your house. Racking your brains as to why he may be back, only one answer seemed to fit: revenge. That was it, he wanted revenge on you. He was going to attack you, and he knew what you were and how to do it. He didn't strike you as an idiot. He'd probably brought backup.

Hide. You had to hide.

You slid from your couch to the floor, hoping he wouldn't notice any movement through your blinds, before stalking off to hide within your own home, as if you were the trespasser. You take a position in one of the rooms within your main hallway, somewhere you can see the door, but where it's not easy to see you. You might have to ambush him, and anybody else he's brought.

In a way, it was like dealing with a bug or spider, and many of you may relate to this. Of course, there are some of you out there who just kill the bug, no big deal, no second thoughts. But for some, you're in a difficult position where you'd like to get rid of the bug and get it away from you... without hurting or interacting with it at all, really. And that's where you stood with Officer Kennedy. You had no intention of killing him, and feared this interaction may force your hand. So, how would you get rid of him... without either of you getting hurt?

'Knock. Knock.'

Bony knuckles tap your door. The sound seems timid, yet pronounced. He wants to be heard. You watch the dark shadow of his tall figure as it towers over the window on your door. You weren't scared of him, you just wanted to avoid conflict, right? And how better to do that, you thought, than just pretending you're not home.

You're not there.

"...Hello?" Leon's shadow grows larger as he leans into your door, seemingly trying to look or listen through the glass to see if anybody's in. He bends down to open your letter-flap, and peers in nosily before continuing "...Anyone home?"

You. You were home, but you didn't want him to know that. You remain silent, staring at the wall in front of you as you listened to his words. He sounded hesitant and shy, but also hopeful. He seemed to really want to see you.

You wonder if it would be so bad to invite him in, maybe to have a word with him. He seemed nervous and weak, and now you'd thought about it, you didn't even see him arrive in a car. He probably hadn't brought anybody. You hear the noises from outside quickly silence as he allows your door flap to close once more, entirely dejected. You share a sigh with him as he steps away from the door, disgruntled at his own foolishness. You, on the other hand, are relieved. You're glad he's given up-

"I just wanted to talk", his muffled voice sounds through your door, apprehensive. Some feeling of shame gnaws at you. You barely have any impression of him, and despite it possibly being an act, he seemed so much more respectful and destitute than the last time you'd spoken. You slowly approach the door, feeling heavy and sluggish, as though you'd regret it.

"Are you alone?" You probe, cautious yet firm. His shadow freezes mid-back-away, and you can just about see his wide eyes through the rippled glass.

"I... am... I'm alone..." He seems unsure if he could even hear you, or if he was truly insane. There's a long silence as he stands outside obediently, patiently, whilst his clothes are soaked through amidst the downpour. Well. The jig was up now, he knew you were home. You padded slowly to the door, latching the chain on the door so it could only open a little. That little was enough to take in his appearance.

The officer was disheartened, and innocent looking, like a lost puppy. His soft blues occasionally made contact with your own, glancing up at you, down at the ground and then back up at you. He appeared tired, physically and mentally, silver mane glued to his face by the rain that dripped from each tussle and lock. He was timid, fiddling with the button on his flashlight, and something in the twitch of his lips indicated that he felt as sorry as you did.

"Promise you're alone?" As soon as Kennedy nods, you close the door to unhook the latch and let him in. He's bashful, looking at you to make sure it's ok, and once he's inside and the door is shut behind him, he just stands there, watching you. He looks fearful, but also vacant. He seems to have no idea what to do or say. Meanwhile, you knew what to do with him.

First things first, as it were. You gently reach forward and remove his sopping coat, hanging it on your door to drip dry. He remains still, unmoving as you remove his hat, his new, replacement hand cuffs, his gun and his radio, placing them behind you, just out of his reach. He seems entirely tranquil as his view follows each of your movements, voiding him of the instruments he'd need to survive you.

He doesn't speak, he barely moves. Mostly, he sways back and forth a little, weakly, lost in either deep or no thought as his eyes flicker and his lips twitch.

To put it lightly, Leon looked as though he'd lost a water-gun fight, badly, to about a hundred kids. His clothes and shoes were soaked right through, and he continued to drip.

"Why are you here?" You break the silence, dragging Leon's eyes to your face at speed. He blinks a few times, as if he'd just been dazed by some bright light, before opening his mouth to speak.

"I... don't know." His voice is soft, timid, as though he feared speaking might prompt you to attack him.

"You don't know??" You almost feel annoyed. Could he be lying now? Instead of admitting that he'd come to kill you or get revenge? You eye him, watching him shiver under your glare. He flinches at your words, and swallows hard. "What do you mean: you 'don't know'?" You pry further, before regretting your words as his eyes narrow and he shies further away.

"I just... I just wanted to see you again", his voice cuts through a particularly bitter silence, just as you were thinking of apologising. He seems to be thinking hard about his next words, about his next move. He's planning carefully. He can't attack you, but he's ready to try and run if need be. "If you want me to leave, I can do that." His voice, a gentle whisper, lulls you into a sense of pity.

You can't help but feel bad for him. It was clear he was scared, intimidated. Was he being truthful? Had you charmed him in some way, and he just couldn't resist you? You knew it was possible, it's a feeding instinct to charm your prey so that they'll return for you to finish the job, but you didn't remember doing that to Leon.

"No. Look - just wait there." You ease him, watching him to get a sense for whether he'll obey. You rush to your room to find him something warm and cosy. A hoodie? some sweatpants? They'll do nicely.

You head back to him, realising that he hasn't moved an inch, not to retrieve his gun, not to do anything. Still squinting, he turns to face you. That's when you realise he's not only squinting out of fear. As a nocturnal creature, you can see in the dark. He, however, can not. You get used to living in the dark, saves on the bills, and it hadn't crossed your mind at all that he had not gotten used to that.

You quickly go to turn the hallway light on, causing him to screw his eyes shut momentarily. When he opens them again, they focus on you, and then flutter down to the clothing you hold out to him. Hesitantly, he takes them. You offer him an empathetic smile, "Leon, you're going to have to use your words... It's alright, I won't bite." Your eyes meet and he smiles, grateful. You can't resist teasing him as he lets out a small relieved sigh "...yet." He tenses in response.

You turn, hiding your mischievous smile as you lead him to your bathroom. You tell him he can get changed there, and that he can just leave his clothes in the shower where it's alright if they drip for now. He nods gratefully, and, a while later, joins you on your couch, wearing your clothes. His hair is still damp and you have to tell him he can sit before he does so, but overall, he looks more ready to speak. In fact, he looks as though he's about to speak, and as though you can't stop him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you." He admits quickly, his voice hoarse and weak, "It was wrong. it was so wrong. Since then I- I can't get you out of my head. You're everywhere I look. Even now, I..." He trails off, voice wavering in desperation as his hands raise slowly towards you. "I can't believe-" he breathes, cut short as you gently take his hands in yours. He stares, eyes and mouth wide, petrified.

That was it, you'd been right. You must have charmed him in some way- of course he'd run right back to you. He might even be obsessed with you.

You could tell it wasn't just you he was afraid of. He must have felt like a prisoner in his own mind, he must have been suffering. You watch him, pitying as you slowly lower his hands to rest between the two of you, squeezing them reassuringly. His mouth closes and he swallows hard again. He nips his bottom lip once, anxiously.

"It's ok", you soothe, drawing his attention back to your words as he begins to breathe more slowly again "I understand, and you've learnt your lesson, right?" You ask, ducking your head slightly to look into his eyes. He nods eagerly in response before listening carefully to your next words, "I know you didn't have much of a reason, for coming back... you just wanted to. In all honesty, I think I charmed you. It's... something we do-" You're surprised to be cut off as Leon shakes his head quickly, protesting.

"No.. I don't think you did." he rasps.

"Sure I did, otherwise you wouldn't have come back, or kept seeing me"

"No. I had reasons to see you again. There was just a lot of them, and some of them didn't go together and I got confused, but I think I know now why I'm here." Words spilled from the officer's mouth as he tried his best to explain everything. Struggling, he didn't even know what he was trying to explain. Feeling sorry, again, you try and calm him. You give his hands another squeeze, and obediently, he falls silent. He watches, expectant.

"It's ok. You're not gonna die anytime soon or anything. We've got ages, just tell me what's on your mind, and we'll figure it out." You try and sound as genuine and sympathetic as possible, calming him. He takes a few shuddery breathes before continuing:

"I was really scared, at first. I thought I was gonna die..." He stares past you, deep in thought "And then I was angry." You flinch at his words, did that mean he wanted revenge now, after all? "But wait, I'm not angry anymore." He continues, seeing your change of face, "Really, I'm grateful. You could have killed me but you didn't... It's just like... I must have been.. about as scared as you were." He looks away for a bit, "Or as scared as you would have been, if you were human..."

There's a long quiet. All you can hear is the anxious shaking of Leon's leg, and his soft, quick breathing. He seems to be still piecing things together in his head. All you can do for now is listen- listen and wonder if he were actually under some kind of spell or not.

"This might sound crazy... But I think I believe in Karma now. I think you just... gave me what I deserved", his blue eyes meet yours, gleaming with some sort of hope, or excitement, "You stopped me from doing something... well, you stopped me going further and you taught me to never ever do it again. I'm not mad at you, I'm grateful, I wanted to find you to thank you-"

"I was gonna kill you, you know..." you cut him off unceremoniously, feeling the need to come clean before he continued worshipping you as some kind of saint. He stares forward, listening as you continue, "But I couldn't. I didn't want to."

"I thought so-", he surprises you, "You probably should have. That's why I came back!" He declares proudly, looking at you like a dog that's retrieved a stick.

"What?"

"Well.. I kept wondering why you didn't finish me off, and like, I kept seeing you, I felt like I was going insane, so not only did I want to thank you but I wanted to say... you know... if you wanna... finish me off, make sure I don't tell anybody, that kinda thing..."

If you squinted, really really hard, you could see a faint reddening on his cheeks and nose. The offer was certainly tempting, but you still really didn't want to kill him. You didn't want to let him make you hungry, but the subject was just too enticing.

"You want me... to bite you again?" Your eyebrow raises and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"Well look, here's the thing", he interjects, "I also wanted to ask if I was hallucinating.. Are you real?? Did you actually like, change and bite me?" his expression morphs into one of wonder. It seems as though he's decided he's probably going to die today, and having made perfect peace with that, he's decided to tick off his bucket list of admissions and and curiosities.

"It's true... You saw what you saw. Don't worry, we're kinda rare." His eyes widen in amazement as you speak, even more so as you mention being scarce. Maybe he's relieved that the world isn't as dangerous as he thought? No.

"I got lucky then..." he breathes, "Running into you..." Really, you're amazed by his positivity. He did seem so grateful that you, in a way, saved his soul. He would never be a perfect man, sure, but he was much closer to it now. Besides, who were you to judge?

You sit and speak with the officer for a while, comparing your lives, your jobs. You couldn't help but feel for him. Deep down below that one questionable choice he'd made, he was inquisitive and kind. He was also cute, and charming. The longer you spoke, the more you remembered that night. Your mind skimmed over the way he felt in your arms, the way he held you as you drunk from him. You thought again about how he tasted, how obedient he was...

You shake your head franticly having zoned out half way through a conversation about something or other, you didn't know anymore. He seemed confused, looking at you, wondering what it was you disagreed with.

He had no idea that what you were trying to disagree with was how much you wanted to sink your teeth into his flesh again. You wanted to taste him again. That offer of 'finishing him off' was starting to sound formidably good-

Suddenly, you stand. "It's been lovely speaking with you, but I think you should leave", you say firmly, looking at him. His expression instantly shifts to one of fear and sorrow, worried he'd upset you somehow. He stands too, to be polite.

"Why? What's wrong?" his voice is whiny and cautious again, shamefully, it catered perfectly to your predatory instincts. You stumble over a reason to give him, becoming more desperate as his change of manner has you falling more for him.

"I just think it's getting late... and you need to get home."

"Wh- I'm a grown man! I'm an officer! I can look after myself!" he pleads, pouting cutely. Not good, not good at all. Becoming a little more desperate, you argue back, hissing at him.

"We both know that's not true! Go on! Get home, it's late!" You repeat, striding towards him, flailing your arms in an attempt to spook him as you back him towards the door. You're not sure what physical changes occur unknowingly in your hungry stupor, but something seems to indeed freak him. He presses himself up against the door, too afraid to take his eyes off of you to open it and run.

"P-Please calm down!" He begs, "What did I do? Wh-" he doesn't even look at his weapons which are once again out of reach, but his sudden reluctance to be attacked by you confirms one thing: So much for 'finish me off, I want to die, I've come to say sorry' you sulk in your head. Really, you were grateful - it'd help you NOT eat him, and once you'd let him run away, he surely wouldn't come back... and that's what you wanted, right?

So why now, were you pressed against him, baring your fangs and staring into his frightened eyes? You were going crazy. You could feel his flustered heat on you. In truth, you'd missed him so much too: his scent, his taste. You missed his whimpers, his voice, his little breaths. And now, now, you were just going to let him get away???

Part of you certainly didn't think so.

You tried desperately to rationalise this. It was bad. He was scared. You should let him go before it's too late -

He grips your arms gently, stirring your thoughts. He's neither pushing you away, nor pulling you somehow closer to him. He's just holding onto you. It was too late. Your attention is drawn entirely to his earlier words: 'how he said you could have him. He'd missed you, he wanted you to have him. You were doing the right thing.'

You couldn't help yourself as you watched him. You could almost hear the apprehension and panic flowing through him. You could see the twitch in his veins. You saw how the lump in his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, dread devouring him. And yet, why didn't he run? Why wasn't he gone? Why hadn't he shot you?

You freeze, remembering, ironically, just how mortal you were.

"...Why aren't you running?" You mumble, barely able to get the words out for fear that as soon as your mouth opens, your fangs will find resort in his neck.

You step back and close your eyes as he lets go of you. Taking a deep breath, you do your best to sooth any murderous tendencies infecting you. It's difficult, but eventually, you feel a little more tranquil. A little less hungry. It helped not being able to see his sweet face, his scared eyes. So innocent, so-

Stop thinking about it.

Stop.

Opening your eyes, your first move is to lean right past him and open the door, pulling him out of the way so you can leave it wide open. Your eyes meet his, which hadn't left you at all the whole time. "Go on. Get out." You say, weakly. He looked hurt, and you started to feel bad. He probably had no idea what you were thinking, why you were so desperate for him to leave "I'm sorry- I just think it's best if you go now..."

You're a wolf, watching a sheep, doing your best to not leap and devour. He's a small, foolish sheep who does nothing but stand in front of you... And stare at you, with large doe-eyes. He might as well have been serving himself up on a platter as he stood there, timid, swallowing again. His fists were clenched by his side, and his face unreadable. You swore to yourself that if he didn't get out of that door in 5 seconds-

Gradually, he reaches backward, placing one hand on the door. Eyes locked in yours, he pushes it closed.

He's sealed his own fate.

You can't help yourself. This was the final straw, he had to want it. He had to want you to bite him. You'd given him plenty chance to get away. The look in his heavy-lidded eyes shows he knows exactly what's coming as you launch towards him. You wrap one arm around his waist, the other cups the back of his head to hold him still as you dig your fangs into him again.

He lets out a hiss of pain, which slowly melts into one of satisfaction as his strong arms rise to hug your torso, pulling you close to him. You're lost in the taste of thick iron as it spills from his throat. Unable to waste a drop, you're licking, slurping and sucking with animosity as he gently picks you up, slowly walking you back to your couch. You're in such a greedy daze that you barely notice his soft groan as he topples down onto the sofa with you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you drink.

"Thank you... for this" he grunts, burying his face into your neck lovingly, letting out a whine each time you suck particularly hard. He seemed to taste even better than last time, so fresh, so sweet. Maybe because he was willing. That was right, you couldn't believe that he'd given himself to you. The thought makes you feel warm inside, tingly and soft as you pull away for a while to trail messy kisses up his neck and jaw, licking him, teasing with your fangs softly before continuing to drink. He shivers, he groans and he tightens his grip on you.

You stay like that for a while, getting comfortable enough to straddle his lap as you drink from him. You ruffle his hair appreciatively and run your hands up and down him as you drink, overcome with giddiness and joy. This could get addictive, you think, but was it addictive enough to keep him around?

Listen, this fic is going so badly, but I think you, for reading it and putting up with it, have a right to decide just how evil you want to be, and so, are you going to kill Leon? Or are you gonna keep him around? :)

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He was just too sweet to lose. Besides, you thought, trying to stay just a bit evil, think of the power couple you could be! Think of the criminals he could bring you to eat! You giggle a little at the thought, causing the officer to pull away slightly. He stares into your eyes, displaying nothing but curious enamour. You shake your head at him and nuzzle back into his neck, and he relaxes back into you. He lazily tilts his head to the side, giving you easier access to him.

Each time your mouth or tongue connects with his neck, he lets out a soft sigh or shudder, and relaxes further into you. After while, he lifts and props up his legs, prompting you to fall into him and lay there. He's flirty and sweet even when you're feeding on him, killing him, and you can't help but be overcome by giddiness and affection as you near your fill.

You begin to lick at his neck, firmly, applying pressure until his wound finally closes a long while later. The whole time, he still embraces you tightly, snuggling into you affectionately. He probably has no idea whether he's about to live or die still, and yet, he remains loyal and caring, comforting you as if you're the intimidated one here.

You're drunk on his blood, shrouded in his scent and warmth, and quite frankly, you don't feel like moving at all. Instead, you curl up to him, lazily kissing his neck a few more times before balling yourself. His arms envelop you completely. He places a long, chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and like that, you fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm.

Ughhh...

Time for work, again.

And like that, Leon was gone, again.

He desperately longed to see you again.

...Again.

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Leon wasn't a good man, and he certainly didn't deserve to be saved as such. Charm or no charm, he'd sealed his fate by coming back, and he'd further sealed it by staying. You bore your sharpened teeth further into his neck, delighting as his life flows faster and faster from him, bubbling and oozing down his neck and shoulder, faster than you can keep up. Maybe you'd been a bit greedy, admittedly.

He groans again in pain, and a glance at his face shows an expression of empty fear as he meekly comes to terms with his fate. He knows the end is near, for good this time. He's finally been saved, cleansed. All of the bad he's done is sure to be gone now, put to rest alongside him. Leon feels himself becoming weak, reaching upwards, he delicately hooks his hands onto your shoulders so he can keep you within his embrace in his last moments.

His breath becomes raspy as he wheezes into your ear, doing his best to remain quiet and patient. Silent tears fall from his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he mumbles over and over "thank you... thank... thank you..."

What a way to go, you ponder darkly, as the flow of blood beings to slow down, bemusing you. A rookie, new on the job, full of life. He had the whole world ahead of him: money to make, lives to save, places to see, people to meet... Walked home one day in the rain, never to be seen again.

The clean up was... mundane, but it was well worth it.

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Hi!!! I want to apologise for this fic! It took a long time to get out, I suffered severe writer's block! Honestly I spent days on this puppy, and maybe it isn't even that good of a fic, I feel like I'm losing my knack for writing already! Thanks for the support and I'm sorry if it didn't go the way you wanted it to go! I added two choices, just incase! But I'm sorry again that the choice where you uhmmm send Leon on a one way trip to the afterlife is pretty short, it's not something I love writing about!!!! Also I don't really know how it works???

So sorry this fic sucked but PLEASE if you want something my asks and dms are SO open (I think>???) n we can talk properly about what you want there!!

again i'm so sorry about this I can't :skull:

[resizura]

speaking of re2 characters if they didn’t suck, thoughts on ben bertolucci’s remake treatment? he got made SO much worse in the remake ngl, just turning him into a crazy guy who gets killed instead of a rational guy who’s literally right about the corruption in the city. and tbh saying it out loud, it kiiinda adds to the whole thing in re2make where the police corruption is consolidated solely into the character of chief irons being paid by umbrella and not something within the system

OMG YESSS GOD how they treated Ben in remake is so.... I'm screaming at the top of my lungs.

Like when I first played RE2 I had not seen anything with the original game and even I was confused at how Leon treated him. There's a weird trend in RE2R where the characters talk as if things are normal, despite them obviously not being normal (Claire/Leon telling Marvin they need to get to a hospital, Leon telling Ben he has to talk to the chief, etc). Like when Leon said that, I groaned because I'm like, for all you know, Leon Scott Kennedy, the chief is dead. Sorry you can't fulfill your dream to cosplay a cop but you have no authority right now. stfu.

But anyways, in the original game Ben had the intel Ada was looking for, that Umbrella was up to something big and that the chief of police was also in on it. This is the important nuance that the remake forgot! Remake basically says that Irons took bribes from Umbrella and that's bad. Original says that Irons took bribes from Umbrella which, in turn, helped him gain control over basically the core part of the city, allowing him to enforce the law and cover stuff up as he pleased. They don't emphasize the control Irons and Umbrella had over the city!

(why does leon never learn about irons in the remake lmao)

Ben is the one who locks himself in the cell because he's terrified of Birkin killing him. Despite Ben being a dick, Leon still wants to save him. It's interesting how in the remake, Ben is begging for his life and instead, Leon's refusing because "he must've done something to deserve being locked up." All they had to do to save the face of the protagonist is have Leon genuinely try to save Ben, but he unfortunately gets killed before he can. No, Leon just stands there while Ben gets his skull crushed and when Ada comes by he just says "I don't know what happened." YES YOU DO? YOU JUST LET A MAN DIE, LMAO? Seriously, did they want us to like Leon at all in this game? He's so unlikable lmao.

In the remake, even Ben's death is in vain because he had a tape recording on him that Ada and Leon listen to, whereas in the original Leon had to be there for Ben's final moments, and in that instance Ben was able to use his final breaths to help Leon and Ada uncover more about the secrets going on under Raccoon City.

All in all, I think the original portrayal of Ben was perfect? I really don't know why they changed it and why they changed it the way they did. Remake Ben ends up hurting 3 characters in the process, and he overall is just a character who was there Just Because he was in the original. They could've had him be a random civilian, already squished to death, Leon spots the parking garage key, and when he finally opens the door picks up the key and tape recording and literally nothing changes.

[xmothboyx]

Leon S Kennedy is the only good cop

dude didn’t even finish his first day and he was already dedicated to taking down and exposing corruption

a true icon, the hero we need