There’s Only One Good Cop And That’s Leon S Kennedy

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Description:  You were a survivalist. Time to survive. You ended up cornered in the woods and the man wielding a giant hammer might be least of your problems. A parasite is now trying to change you, and you have no idea what you'll become. It seems unlikely that he would be the one that helps you through this turmoil. It seems impossible that he's the one thing that reminds you hold onto your humanity. Smile, what's the use of crying?

Chapters: 40 Total Words: 121,671

Karl Heisenberg X Reader (AFAB, she/her) Rating: Explicit (for language and smut)

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Warnings: Short Descriptions of Invasive Medical Procedures, Body Horror, Dubious Consent, Brief Mention of Needles, Non-Consensual Drug Use.

Tags: Slow Burn, Sex Pollen, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Erotic Electrostimulation (sort of), Teasing, Power Play, Temperature Play, Bondage, Consensual Somnophilia, Creampie, Light Dom/Sub, Switching, Maledom, Femdom, Face-Sitting, Branding (kind of), Orgasm Denial/Delay, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Spanking, and Light F/F. In addition: a lot of hurt/comfort, angst, fluff and so many feelings this man is incapable of processing.

It’s Halloween night and you come across Alucard at the bar. You don’t take him seriously when he says he’s a vampire because everyone dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. That was your biggest mistake.

CW: violence, biting, blood, death.

This is also my first time writing. Bear with me here.

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It was Halloween and there was no better way to celebrate than by getting plastered at your local bar. You decided to wear a vampire costume this year. You were usually very creative with your outfits, but you were feeling a bit lazy this year.

You stumbled your way to the bar, the alcohol already clouding your mind. You spot a man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and long black hair. His aura should be intimidating to anyone, but not to you. Maybe you were too drunk to notice his glowing eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“What are you supposed to be?” You ask while flagging down the bartender for another drink.

He looks you up and down taking in your painfully obvious vampire outfit. He finds it amusing how you’ve found yourself in the presence of a true vampire who could snap your neck like a twig without second thought.

“Why I’m a vampire of course. The best one around.” His voice comes out like velvet.

You take a minute to examine him. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that had chains and buckles attached to it along with a pair of black leather pants. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in a gimp costume.

“Did you choose a vampire from a movie? I’m going as one of Dracula’s wives!” You state proudly.

“Oh no, young lady I’m an original vampire. Not one of those ones you see in media,” he offers a menacing smile.

You don’t pick up on his menacing aura. You were far too drunk to notice the situation you were in. You naively show off your plastic fangs to him.

“I finally got these to stay on! One fell off in my drink earlier,” you raise your cup for emphasis, “had to fish it out and put it back on.”

“Fangs really set the whole outfit together don’t they? But…” he leans in close to you until your noses are touching and the smell of a cigar on his breath fans your face, “these aren’t fake.”

Now up close you can see his eyes are a deep crimson shade and seem to be giving off a faint glow. You were amazed by his dedication to the outfit realizing you forgot contacts of your own.

“I think you’ll find my fangs are far more durable than yours,” he traces his finger over the pulse in your neck.

His touch was like ice and sent shivers straight down your spine. The look in his eyes should’ve been enough to make you run, but you didn’t. Whether it be you were drunk or too stupid to sense the danger you were in.

“May I touch them?” You innocently ask as you wonder how he got them to stay on all night.

His eyes darken at your request, “why of course, little one,”

You don’t notice the way the glow in his eyes seems to intensify. You’re only focused on his fangs and how sharp they are. Much sharper than your store bought ones.

You slowly raise your arm to his fang and run the pad of your finger across it. He waited until seemed content with touching his fang before he bit your finger hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a shocked gasp and yank your finger away. You see your blood coating his razor sharp teeth. The action had caused you to sober up a significant amount.

“What the hell?” You angrily ask.

He turns to you with a feigned innocence plastered on his face, “I’m sorry doll. Did I bite too hard?” He licked the blood off his teeth.

Your blood ran cold. Something about his tone made every nerve in your body scream at you to run. You gathered your purse and slammed some money on the counter.

“Uh, nice meeting you. I think I’ve had my fun here,” you stammer over your words quickly putting distance between the two of you.

“That’s a shame. I haven’t had my fill yet,”

His words paralyzed you on the spot. You knew you had to get out. And you needed to get out now. You push past the sea of bodies crowding around the bar. You quickly lost sight of him and began looking for the exit. Once in your sight, you wrapped your sweaty hand around the cool metal bar and pushed.

The cool night air surrounded you and offered you relief from the panic you were feeling. You looked around and found that you took the alley exit, much to your dismay. Your car was around the building. As you begin to make your way to the safety of your car, you hear crunching gravel behind you. You whip around to see no one there.

“Fuck I’m being paranoid,” you think to yourself.

Then you hear it again, this time to your right. You spin around to see the man from inside the bar. Your eyes widen in terror. His menacing aura was felt by you. It was so strong your knees began to shake.

He didn’t give you time to speak before he began, “you know what I find interesting about the human body?” He begins circling you.

“There’s so many efficient ways to drain them of blood. My favorite though,” he stops right behind you, his breath tickling your neck, “is the throat.”

You shiver as his breath fans your sensitive neck. He presses his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to gain full access to your bare throat.

“Please stop,” your voice comes out as a whisper.

“But we’ve just begun, little one.”

He lowers his mouth to your neck. Your panic begins to set in at full force. You pull yourself away from him and begin to run ignoring the pain your heels were causing your feet. Within a blink of an eye he lunged at you sending you crashing into the cold gravel beneath you.

He grabs both of your arms to effortlessly pin them above your head as he straddles you, “this won’t hurt,” he lets out a deep laugh that rumbles within his chest, “try not to scream.”

Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large hand covers your mouth leaving just his other hand to pin down both of yours. He can’t help but think of how pathetic you look under him. You looked absolutely terrified with tears brimming in your eyes. He wanted to see you cry. It was a sight he found most beautiful.

“Go on. Cry for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to spare you,” he removed his hand from your mouth to see what you’d do.

You immediately try to call for help. He’s quick to silence you again, more forcefully this time. His hand engulfs the whole lower part of your face reminding you of just how small you are in comparison to him.

He watches the tears that fall from your eyes. He’s delighted to see such a beautiful little thing cry tears for him. He leans his face close to yours before darting his tongue out to lick your salty tears. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Be a good girl and don’t make this too messy,”

His fangs graze the soft skin of your neck and you whimper. It was music to his ears. He gave a gentle nibble to see what other sounds he could pull from your mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when another whimper graced his ears.

Your blood was pumping so quickly now. He couldn’t contain himself. He sunk his teeth into your neck eagerly lapping up the sweet blood your veins offered him.

You clenched your fists in pain and tried to bite your lip, but his hold on your face made it hard to do much else, so you were left with letting out grunts of pain and muffled cries.

“Yes that’s it. Sing for me,” he had a crazed look now.

Your blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. He was quick to lick the blood from his chin, not wanting to waste any of your sweet gift.

He let go of your mouth. He wanted to hear all the sounds you were going to make for him as he feasted on your blood.

He ignored your pleas as he bit into your skin again. He had no intention of stopping this time. He greedily drank from you while your cries pierced the night.

You really were the best meal of his life.

If Undertaker had YouTube...

*R/Ciel in a coffin*

Undertaker: Hello, I am #136649 the necromancer, and tonight we are doing unboxing!!!

me, every time baby boy Leon gets bit when I’m playing RE2 cause I’m fucking around too much:

Leon S. Kennedy is a bottom, pass it on

So I remember Kishimoto said he loves the storytelling and cinematopgraphy of many movies and takes inspiration from them, especially American superhero comic book movies.

He also mentioned one of his all time favorite movies is Spider-man (2002).

Hmm…. Rain, and iconic romantic scene….

HMM….. “The worst ending” (2004) And how many times has this been replicated?

[Sweet rough lovers ]

Traces your lips with his thumb while cupping your face, and with the same, once gentle, fingers force your mouth open and spit in it, eyes never letting yours as you swallow, and then pats your head for you be a such "Sweet thing" and have taken it. +++Bonus points if you're in public

DABI, Hawks, SHINDO, Bakugo, Shinsou, EREN YEAGER, Atsumu, SUNA, OIKAWA, Kuroo, HIDAN, KAKASHI, Tobirama, KIBA, HANMA, Naoto (and you can't convince me otherwise), Baji, TOJI, Geto, GOJO

sasuke & naruto

to a soothsayer-adonis // franz kafka // richard siken // hieu nguyen // miguel hernandez // benjamin alire sáenz // james baldwin // anne sexton // the supremes // nayyirah waheed // jacques derrida // kiersten white

Playing Resident Evil 2 (remake) and then remembering/seeing what Leon is like in RE4 makes me so happy. Like this wee bean goes through all this shit on what's supposed to be his first day as a police officer and then when it's all over, goes off and trains up to be bodyguard to the President's daughter? It's mad because Leon is just such a boyscout and so naive but he's also just so... capable 😂