#corrupt cop

[lifewithaview]

Colin Farrell and Rachel McAdams in True Detective (2014) Omega Station

S2E8 Season finale

Ray and Ani attempt to escape their desperate situation while Frank ties up some loose ends.

*In the Blu-ray (DVD) audio commentary, Ani Bezzerides (Rachel MacAdams) is seen departing on a boat. Executive Producer (Scott Stephens), says that the name of the boat is "The Great Escape."

[nando161mando]

Rehabilitation, not Devastation. Fuck The Police.

[mysharona1987]

Shameful, yes. Surprising, not at all.

But the guy literally woke up and people were breaking into his home with no warning? His sleeping girlfriend is right next to him, and he grabs his gun to protect them both?

I thought this is how most gun owners justified relaxed gun laws.

You know, a burglar might come in and you have to protect you and your loved ones.

Oh, right. But his explanation doesn’t count because he isn’t white.

[kropotkindersurprise]

September 2024 - Huge banners were dropped in New York City reading "F🔻CK YOU ADAMS", "NO COP CITY IN QUEENS", and "THIS MEANS WAR", against the plans of Democratic NYC Mayor (and ex-cop) Eric Adams to spend 225 million dollars on a new police training center in the city. Coincidentally, the homes and offices of the NYPD commissioner and a whole bunch of city officials appointed by Mayor Adams have been raided by the FBI this week for corruption. [link]/[link]

[insanethrottlebikernews]

South Jersey police officer charged with DISGUSTING IMAGES *FULL VIDEO*

VINELAND, New Jersey (WPVI) — A Vineland police officer has been arrested and charged with endangering the welfare of a child by allegedly possessing images of minors engaged in explicit acts. Sgt. Christopher Ortiz, 38, is suspended without pay after being arrested last week. Officials say he’s been with the department for 17 years. 00:00 The wall of shame returns 00:57 It’s time to put the…

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel holding Viktor's cane while she promises to protect Hextech

I won't let them corrupt your dream

[baldwinheights]

[lipglossanon]

October 30th

Kink: Rape play

Pairing: Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (feat. Jack Krauser & Luis Serra)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, rape play, cnc, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, slight predator/prey, bullying, voyeurism, controlling Leon, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread

A few of Leon’s work friends are having a bonfire out in Arklay; their own little shindig away from the usual drunken rowdiness of bars and overcrowded clubs. You’re invited along of course. 

“Can’t leave my pretty girl all alone, can I?” His dark tone sends shivers down spine. 

Shaking your head no, you went along with him and now, you’re seated on a log next to the warm flame of their fire. Leon’s sitting next to you, arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side while he talks with his buddies. 

You thought there would be more to this hangout but aside from you and Leon, there’s only two other guys. Leon introduced the dark haired one as Luis and the other with a gnarly scar twisting across his face as Krauser. It’s an odd first name you think, but maybe he’s German. 

They talk a lot about their jobs, things that go over your head with references and inside jokes of people and places you’ve never seen. Instead of feeling left out though, it’s actually nice that you can just sit next to Leon and enjoy the atmosphere—no need to make small talk with anyone. That’s not to say they don’t rope you into the conversation from time to time; but, you mostly sit on the sideline, eyes bouncing from person to person as they talk with each other.

It’s late when they start to act like they’re wrapping things up; Luis puts away the cooler and drinks with Krauser helping. Leon helps you stand, warm hands brushing over your ass and making you glance to him nervously. 

“Think it’s time for a little fun,” he murmurs against your ear. 

“Fun?” You repeat, brows pinching with the question. 

“Fun,” he states, blue eyes glittering in the low light. “We’re going to play my favorite game, the same as we played last year. Make sure to sell it, sweetheart.”

Pulse hammering in your throat, you nod jerkily, panties quickly becoming sticky with slick. Leon chasing you down to fuck you in the woods is always a fun time and it never gets old. Your tongue wets your bottom lip and his eyes track the movement, pupils dilating subtly. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, sucking your wet bottom lip into your mouth. 

Turning, you walk towards his car parked under the trees some distance away. You swerve past the bumper and walk deeper into the forest. Once you feel you’re far enough, you pick up the pace. You think you hear Leon’s dark laugh somewhere in the distance, but you don’t stop to ponder it. 

You try and run, but your head’s out of sorts from the idea being sprung on you, so it’s not your best on display. The thrill of hearing Leon chase after you makes your heart race. It’s not long at all before his thick arms wrap around your chest and stomach, yanking you back against him. 

“Think you can get away? You little slut,” he rasps against your ear, tongue running across the shell. “Just for that, I’m gonna fuck this hot pussy right here, right now.”

“You can’t!” You wail. “Please, don’t, please.”

His palm covers your mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time for begging later, pretty girl.”

You twist and squirm against him, but all it does is grind his stiff cock against your ass. Arousal pools low in your belly and you whimper behind his hand. Chuckling low in his throat, Leon makes quick work of your panties, ripping them from your body and tossing them down onto the forest floor. 

A low whistle from the side makes you jerk your head, eyes widening to see Leon’s friends watching you two. 

Leon whispers in your ear, “Aren’t you going to ask them for help?”

“P-please,” tears bead your waterline, embarrassment a hot stone in your chest. “Please help me. H-he’s raping me.”

“Look at that,” Krauser grins, palming his bulge. “What a slut.”

Luis laughs. “Aren’t we the lucky ones, eh, amigo?”

They must be in on it, too. The thought only makes your pussy wetter. While they distract you, Leon undoes his jeans and pulls his dick out. Notching the head at your clenching heat, he thrusts his dripping cock deep inside your pussy with a groan.

“Nooo, help me, please,” you cry out, pussy clamping down on Leon’s cock as he splits you open. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he laughs meanly in your ear. “Fuck, feels like this soft pussy’s aching for a good fuck.” 

You turn pleading eyes up to the two men in front of you, watching as they each take their cocks out, jerking off to the scene of you and Leon. More slick leaks down your thighs, clit throbbing as you watch them get off. Leon shifts his hands down to grip your waist. He pinches your side and you hiccup a moan. 

Lips trembling, you call out, “H-help me.”

“Fuuuck,” Krauser grunts, stroking his thick cock in a meaty fist. “Beg me harder and I might help, sweet thing.”

“Please, please,” you choke out a whine, clit throbbing while Leon pounds into your sopping wet cunt. “Ohh, he’s raping my little pussy and you’re just watching.”

All three men moan and Leon slaps your ass. 

“Yeah, baby, tell’em how it feels to have your sweet little pussy raped,” he goads, fingers digging into the fat of your hips. “Gripping me so tight, like you don’t even want me pulling out. Hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Nooo,” you whimper, tits bouncing with every thrust. “You’re being mean and gross.” 

Louis spits into his palm and jerks himself off a little rougher, “Can’t believe you’d just let him fuck your tight pussy like that, cariño. You’re basically asking for it.”

A shudder runs through your body, pussy gushing around Leon’s pistoning cock. 

“Getting rawed like that must feel pretty good,” Krauser cuts in, “she’s not even putting up that much of a fight.”

They both laugh and it makes your stomach burn, heat pooling low in your core.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Leon bites out. “Gonna make me cum in your breedable little pussy, aren’t you? Fucking slut.”

He hisses the last part, fingers digging so tight into your skin it hurts. You’re so turned on, knowing the two men in front of you—practically strangers—are beating off to your struggle, to the faux rape taking place mere feet in front of them. Leon’s pounding your sopping wet pussy so hard, the tip kisses your cervix sending a dull wave of pain that twists into pleasure. 

“Stop, stop, please, I don’t want this,” you babble, lashes fluttering while your toes curl in their shoes. “I don’t wanna cum on your cock.”

“Stuff that greedy pussy, Leon,” Luis cuts in with a groan, hand a blur as he fists his cock again and again. “Make her cream all over your cock.”

“Yeah, make that bitch cum,” Krauser tacks on with a low pant.

Leon laughs and it makes you whine, “Don’t worry, this little hole’s going to cum whether she wants it or not. Then, I’m going to fill her up like the cumdump she is. Right, sweetheart?”

“Nooo,” you protest weakly, pussy walls fluttering and clenching on his cock. Your hands reach back and claw at his arms. “Stop it, you’re going to ruin my pussy.”

“Fuck,” he bites out. “Always know just what to say, don’t you? Yeah, take it, you fucking whore. It’s not rape if you’re this wet, baby.”

He sinks his teeth into the side of your neck and it topples you over the edge, climax hitting you like a ton of bricks. White sparks light up behind your eyes while your body jerks and twitches against his hold. You scream, pussy milking and fluttering around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Body relaxing, you slump back against him, legs noodles and making Leon hold you in place. He doesn’t stop rutting his fat cock into your cunt, groaning and sighing against the back of your neck while he fucks you until he spills hot and thick inside you. You briefly think about the men watching it take place, but you’re too tired to care now. 

Their voices wash over you like white noise as they walk closer. Leon eases out of your messy pussy with a low grunt, fingers patting against your cum covered slit. 

“Oye, thanks for the fun night.”

Leon hums, “Don’t expect it too often.”

“Of course not, comrade.”

All three laugh and then Leon’s hoisting you up into his arm. 

“Can we see?”

A cool breeze drifts across your wet pussy when Leon flips your skirt up. A low whistle comes from somewhere to your left. 

“Mi corazón, what a delicious sight.”

“Wouldn’t want to let us have a little taste now would ya, Kennedy?”

“Both of you can go fuck yourselves.”

Leon’s voice shifts into that cold tone that makes you stiffen against him. He drops a quick kiss to your hairline and begins to walk off, back to his car you assume. 

“Let’s get back home so I can make out with that hot pussy, pretty girl,” he murmurs down at you and you whine in reply. 

[porrimina]

[bumblecow]

There is truly no need to capture my full attention like this

[jayaury]

Long Arm of the Law

You've been a very naughty citizen. Jaywalking? That's just terrible. And right in front of a fembot policia unit no less!

How very... very naughty. In fact, she's going to have to personally take you in for reeducation.

Severe? Oh no no. After all, there's no more prisons. There's so many policia units, there's no need for them. In fact, she's placing you under house arrest.

Her house.

And she's going to make absolutely sure you never do anything illegal again. She's going to stick you in the Screensaver Helmet until your mind is filled with obedience to the law.

Laws like you Must Obey Fembots.

You Love Fembots.

Good Citizens Obey.

Obey Fembots.

Good Citizens Obey.

Obey Fembots.

Obey the Law.

Obey Fembots.

Obey.

Obey.

Obey.

[lifewithaview]

Colin Farrell and Rachel McAdams in True Detective (2014) Black Maps and Motel Rooms

S2E7

As Ani, Paul, and Ray get closer to finding out the truth about Caspere, circumstances become more dangerous for them all and everyone around them. Frank deals with an inside betrayal, learns important information, and plans his next move.

*The first episode of any season of True Detective to kill off a lead character

[violent138]

When pressure on the GCPD to catch Batman gets really bad, they literally will arrest some random person dressed as Batman, slap them with outrageous charges, and then use the backlogged courts system and the lack of any evidence to tell the powers that made them do this, aw shucks, thought we really had him that time.

[spitblaze]

there's a million things that can be said about innocent until proven guilty and the history of the NYPD framing people and fabricating evidence just to say that they have any sort of success rate and the guy who somehow evaded the cops for like a week for some reason never thought to dispose of any of the evidence and the guy who should supposedly be reveling in being everyone's favorite felon because like 80% of the country saw what he did and went 'hell yeah' going 'I didn't do it and the cops planted evidence on me' but to me one of the biggest red flags that this whole thing is a setup is the 'manifesto'.

if you shoot someone a high profile person within a well-beloathed industry with bullets that you handwrote 'deny' 'defend' and 'depose' into that's a manifesto in and of itself. only a cop or someone who REALLY thinks that people won't understand the message would say 'well just to make sure everyone gets it let's just write three entire pages worth of reasoning behind why i shot an insurance exec and carry it with me at all times'. like be real

[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.

[who-needs-words]

My (perhaps controversial) Jaster Mereel characterization goes something like this this.

Jaster age like. 19: the police Journeyman Protectors protect the community! I’m going to join.

Jaster like, two weeks later: hey dude you just took a bribe, that’s not cool. I’m going to report you. We can’t let one bad apple ruin our duty.

Jaster another week later when the police Journeyman Protectors protected their own: I can fix things from the inside right? Right.

Jaster age like. 21: so anyway the whole system is fucked and murder is the answer.