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gigabyte-flare · 1 year ago

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He Comes Alive (Part 7)

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Summary: You awake in a top secret facility where you learn of Leon's true nature

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

“Where’s Leon?”

“In this building.”

“Where am I?”

“At the BSAA North America headquarters in Washington D.C..”

“BSAA?”

“The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance.”

“Did Leon do something wrong?”

The man called Clive lets out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair, “that’s a loaded question.”

You feel a lump form in the back of your throat. You swallow it back, remaining silent in hopes that Clive will continue.

“Nine years ago, the president’s daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain called Los Illuminados. D.S.O. Agent Leon S. Kennedy was sent to rescue her. Both of them had become infected with a bioweapon-- a parasite the cult called Las Plagas. Leon had successfully removed the parasite from the president’s daughter, however…”

Clive pauses and you can feel your heart start to race at the implication, but still you press, “however, what?”

Clive clears his throat, “by the time the U.S. government realized Leon was still infected, he was long gone, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He’s been on the run for nine years.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The hikers? That man at the festival? Your father? They’re all his victims,” Clive states.

“You’re lying!” you shout, standing up from the chair and slamming your hands onto the table.

“The plaga feeds on blood in order to survive; it seems to have an affinity to human blood, too.”

“You do realize this sounds absolutely insane, you’re making it sound like Leon’s a vampire or something.”

Clive chuckles again, “that honestly wouldn’t be that far from the truth,” you watch his eyes glance to your swollen belly, “I take it that’s Leon’s baby you're pregnant with?”

“Yes,” you reply curtly before sitting back in the chair, crossing your arms, “it is.”

“Shit…”

“What?”

Clive takes a deep breath before continuing, “I hate to tell you this, but your baby isn’t entirely human.”

Your eyes widen, “excuse me?! Now you’re fucking with me, this is insane!”

“Don’t you find it odd that Leon hasn’t taken you to a single prenatal appointment? Odd that your pregnancy seems to be progressing awfully fast?”

You stand back up again, angrily shaking your finger at Clive, “you are full of shit!”

“Deny it all you want, it’s the truth. Unfortunately you’re too far along in your pregnancy to safely abort, we’ll have to wait until you give birth so we can euthanize it; we’ll make sure it’s done humanely.”

“No one is coming near my baby! You’re just trying to scare me!”

You watch Clive reach into his jacket, pulling out a photo and placing it on the table in front of you. What you see immediately makes you pause and stare. It’s a poorly lit room, a person is tied to the support beam, covered in blood and what you assume is bite marks on their neck.

“This was taken in Leon’s basement after we apprehended him. This is why he kept the basement locked.”

You can’t take your eyes off the photo, especially after you realize you recognize the clothes; it’s a woman that had gone missing after coming out of a work Christmas party in Plymouth; you had seen a photo of her at the party on the news. You feel chills go up your spine.

"Unfortunately she died from blood loss when we were transporting her to our clinic," Clive states.

You swallow hard before making eye contact with Clive, “what the hell is going on…?”

“I think it will be easier to show you, come with me,” Clive replies, standing up from his chair and motioning for you to follow him.

You hesitate for a moment before you decide to follow, going back out into the hallway. The two of you eventually make your way to a single elevator, watching Clive swipe a card and then call the elevator. It beeps before the doors slide open and the two of you step inside.

“How long have you been watching us?” you ask, figuring out that based on what Clive had said to you about Leon not taking you for prenatal check-ups, that someone was watching you and Leon’s every move.

“Shortly after Halloween, a police officer in Oakvale had reached out to the FBI to ask about Leon; in turn the FBI reached out to us. We had to ensure that it was definitely him before making our move.”

You nod, shifting uncomfortably on your feet and unconsciously rubbing your belly. After a couple minutes, the elevator door opens and Clive steps out, you follow him closely. Several men in lab coats turn and greet Clive.

“Director O’Brien! For what do we owe the pleasure?” one of the scientists asks before looking at you, “is this…?”

“Yes she is,” Clive replies, “has he been fed yet?”

The scientist looks back at Clive, shaking his head, “not yet, we were just about to get ready to.”

“Excellent, bring us to the observation room.”

“Of course, director.”

The scientist leads the way bringing you down another hallway that’s barricaded with several large steel doors. At the end, he turns to a door on the left, swiping a keycard and inputting a passcode, causing the door to slide open. You can’t help but feel like you somehow woke up in a science fiction movie. You pinch yourself again to make sure you’re definitely not dreaming.

Once in the room, the scientist pulls up the blinds on a large window and you see Leon, still in just his sweatpants, sitting on a basic metal bed hunched over, staring at the floor. Your heart seemingly skips as you rush up to the window, putting your hands on the glass.

“Leon…” you say softly.

From what you can see, there is nothing out of the ordinary about Leon and you start to reckon that they have the wrong man. Leon wouldn’t hurt anyone. Looking around the room, you notice there is a purple hue. You look up at the room’s ceiling and see that between each fluorescent light is a purple one; the same lights that you saw when you and Leon had gotten ambushed at home.

“What are the purple lights?” you ask, turning to Clive as you remove your hands from the glass.

“High powered ultraviolet lights. The plaga can’t stand sunlight. That’s why he only hunts at night.”

Suddenly, a walkie talkie that is sticking out of Clive’s outer jacket pockets goes off, “We’re ready to commence feeding if you are, director.”

Clive grabs the walkie talkie out of his jacket and replies, “proceed.”

On the left side of the room, a door slides open and a blindfolded man is pushed in and the door closes. The man practically falls onto his face. The man sits up on his knees and you see that his hands are bound behind his back.

“He’s a death row inmate,” Clive says, answering a question you hadn’t even asked, “we have a partnership with the penitentiary and they supply us with inmates that are going to be executed.”

Your attention is drawn back into Leon’s room when the UV lights are switched off and the fluorescent lights dim. Your eyes are drawn to Leon when he suddenly lifts his head, his eyes locked on the man that’s in the midst of a panic attack in the middle of the room. Before your eyes, you watch dark, inky veins start to spread over Leon’s exposed skin. Leon suddenly stands up, walking towards the man like a predator stalking its prey. Movement coming from behind Leon makes your breath hitch; a long, jet black tail comes out of Leon’s back; the closest thing you can compare it to is a scorpion’s tail.

That isn’t all, four more appendages come out of his back, these looking like claws. You want to close your eyes, you want to run, but you can’t; your eyes remain locked on Leon. In a split second, Leon pounces onto the man, the man’s cries for help going unanswered as you watch Leon’s mouth latch itself onto his neck. The four claws latch onto the man as his tail whips itself back and forth as Leon feasts upon him. You suddenly feel your baby shift in your belly.

Leon suddenly stops, unlatching himself from his meal and looking directly at you.

“Can he see us?” you ask, your voice shaking.

“No, it’s a two way mirror,” Clive replies, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

Leon stands up walking right up to the window, his eyes locked onto you. To your horror, you see his eyes are red, seemingly glowing in the dim light. His blood stained mouth hangs agape and you can see that all four of his incisors are elongated and sharp. Leon puts his hands onto the glass, his gaze still locked onto you.

“Angel?” he says, his eyes widening, “is that you?”

His tail moves back and forth as he stares at you and that’s when your baby inside you starts moving erratically, causing you to wince in pain as you grab your belly.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,�� Leon continues, his hands running down the glass, leaving trails of blood behind, “this is not how I wanted to show you my gift.”

“Gift?” you whisper, taking a couple of steps back from the window.

“He’s referring to the plaga.” Clive replies.

“Our little girl has the gift, too,” Leon continues, his right hand pets the glass as you watch his gaze shift to your belly, made even more unsettling knowing that he can’t see you, “isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Your baby shifts again, feeling your baby’s foot go up your rib cage, causing you to yelp as you once again grab your swollen belly.

There’s no way your baby is reacting to him right? Right?

You watch as Leon’s crimson eyes narrow, one of his fists balling up and punching the glass, causing it to crack. You scream, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor as Leon throws another punch at the glass, cracking it further. Clive rushes over, picking you up off the floor as he grabs his walkie talkie.

“Turn those damn UV lights back on! NOW!” he shouts into the walkie talkie as he pulls you out of the observation room.

You turn and look back as the UV lights are powered back on, Leon letting out the most inhuman scream you’ve ever heard in your life and in an instant, you watch his grotesque appendages retreat back into his body as he stumbles away from the glass, clutching his head with his hands.

As you and Clive retreat back to the elevator, Leon’s cries of your name fill the halls.

You have no idea how much time has passed since the incident with Leon. Clive had you relocated to a more comfortable room at the facility; it has furniture, a small refrigerator and a window to look outside. You’re sitting in a rocking chair next to the window, rubbing your pregnant belly unconsciously as you watch a gentle snowfall outside. Over and over, your brain plays out the last few months since you returned home from dropping out of college.

Every little thing you had noticed that was odd suddenly made sense: eating the rarest meat imaginable, that one time you thought he had sharp teeth when he bit into his burger, him suddenly going into the basement, him getting up in the middle of the night to ‘check traps,’ the day they found what was left of your father, that smile he had on his face was burned into the back of your mind. Your eyes unconsciously widen at another revelation; the red eyes you saw in your window that night, they were Leon’s.

“It was him… he was the B.O.W. the whole time…” you whisper to yourself, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

The sound of the door opening startles you and you watch Clive walk in, giving you a gentle smile and wave as he steps into the room.

“I just spoke with your mother,” Clive says, taking a seat on your bed across from where you sit, “I let her know you were experiencing complications in your pregnancy and that you had to be taken to a specialist in D.C., so she at least knows where you are. I didn’t mention Leon to her.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly, letting out a sigh as you return your attention back out the window.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

“Empty? Lost? I’m not sure what to feel… I feel like the last few months have been a cruel lie,” you reply honestly, wiping more tears that run down your face away with the back of your hand.

“I know and I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this has been for you.”

“Is it true that you can’t cure him?” you ask, looking back over at Clive.

Clive nods, “unfortunately. The parasite has completely taken over his body, if we try to remove it, he will die.”

“How… how is he?” you ask, not really sure you actually want the answer.

“He’s refusing to feed. We’ll have to execute him sooner than we intended,” Clive replies, leaning forward, resting his forearms onto his legs.

“Execute?!”

Clive nods, “yes, he’s too dangerous to keep alive. Our hope was to study the plaga inside of him before putting him out of his misery, but he’s making that difficult.”

“Is there any chance I could say goodbye to him before he’s executed?”

Clive stares at you puzzled for a moment before replying, “I believe I can have that arranged.”

“Good,” you say with a soft sigh of relief.

Despite everything, you still love him. You still love the baby growing inside of you. The thought that both of these things that you love so dearly are going to get taken from you absolutely kills you.

“I’ll make sure to come get you when that time comes,” Clive says, standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, “don’t hesitate to give us a holler if you need anything.”

You believe another few days passes, you awake one morning to the sound of wind howling; a blizzard seems to have come in. Just after you get yourself dressed and cleaned up, Clive once again comes into your room.

“It’s happening tonight,” Clive says, his look solemn.

You acknowledge him with a nod before following him out of your room and back to the elevator that brings you to the underground research facility. This time, instead of bringing you to the observation room, Clive brings you to the door leading to Leon’s containment chamber.

“Remember,” Clive begins, causing you to draw your attention to him, “we’ll be watching. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You nod as the door to his containment chamber slides open. You step inside the small chamber inside the door, it sprays some kind of mist on you which you suspect is some kind of sanitizer. After that, the final door opens and you see Leon, laying on his back staring at the ceiling. You step inside, listening as the door slides shut and locks, making your heart jump in nervousness. At first, Leon doesn’t acknowledge you, instead he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Leon?” you finally speak up, your voice soft.

Leon lifts his head, staring at you for a moment before he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, practically running to you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you in disbelief.

“Angel! You’re ok, I’ve been so worried!” he exclaims before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

Now you’re able to get a good look at him. His skin is extremely pale and you can see the faint, inky black veins all over his exposed skin. It reminds you of the time you had gone to the festival, before he had killed that man behind the fairground. Now you know why Leon had looked so terrible that day.

“I’ve been worried about you, too,” you say hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong Angel? It’s just me,” Leon coos, his hand gently grasping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

His gaze shifts down to your belly, a smile slowly overtaking his lips as he stares down in awe; once again feeling your baby move inside you.

“My God… you’ve gotten so big! Our little girl is growing like a weed!” he says, the excitement evident in his voice as he places a hand on your belly, rubbing it slowly.

A hint of sadness hits you, knowing that as soon as your baby is born, it’s going to be humanely euthanized, but you don’t want to do anything that could cause Leon to lash out, so you keep that knowledge to yourself.

“How do you know it’s a girl?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“She told me,” Leon explains, his gaze shifting back to you, “because of our gift, we are constantly connected.”

You feel your pulse pick up, feeling your baby continue to writhe inside you as Leon continues to rub your belly.

“I’m going to give you the gift, as well. We’ll be together in both body and mind. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Before you can even process what he just said to you, you notice there’s a sudden change in the lighting; your eyes dart around to see what changed when you notice the subtle purple hue is gone. The UV lights have been turned off. You want to panic, but you take deep breaths to try to keep yourself calm. You reckon it must be a mistake, they’ll turn the UV lights back on in any second. However, more agonizing seconds go by and you realize that they are not coming back on.

Leon slowly looks up, a smirk spreading across his lips when he realizes the UV lights are off, “well… that's convenient.”

He closes his eyes, rolling his neck and shoulders as you watch in horror as the dark veins on his skin get even darker. When he opens his eyes again, you are once again met with the crimson eyes that have haunted your subconscious since the day you saw Leon from the observation room. But now that he’s right in front of you, everything inside you is telling you to get away. You take a couple steps back away from him, his smirk immediately turning into a frown.

“No, no, no! It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, Angel,” he pleads, reaching out to you and grasping your upper arms to stop you from moving away, “I just want to take care of you.”

You watch as his tail snakes out from behind him, moving between the two of you. The end of it goes under your shirt and you watch as the blade-like end of his tail moves upwards, slicing through your shirt. Once your shirt is completely sliced open, his fingers gingerly push the remains of the shirt off you, exposing your swollen breasts to him. He brings one hand up, brushing one of your sensitive nipples under his thumb, causing a small white bead of liquid to come out before running down your breast, pooling onto your pregnant belly.

“Aw look, you’re making milk. Our little girl will need blood, not milk. No matter, I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste,” Leon says before leaning down, wrapping his mouth around the leaking nipple and sucking hard.

“L-Leon!” you cry out, trying to push him away.

You look over at the mirror, knowing that there are people watching. Does Leon know there are people watching? You want to cry out for help, to get someone to come get you out, but you can’t; you don’t want to risk invoking Leon’s fury. After what seems like an eternity, Leon unlatches himself from your breast, his crimson eyes staring down at you lustfully. A grin slowly forms on his face, showing off his long, sharp canine teeth.

He grasps you gently, coaxing you over to his bed where he spins you around, forcing you to bend over onto the bed with your knees on the floor. You rack your brain over what on Earth he’s doing when you feel a very sudden sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you to scream. You then hear a low moan; Leon’s mouth is latched onto your shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into your flesh as blood starts to pour out from the wound.

He releases his mouth from you briefly, his breaths heavy as he grips onto your waist, his hands then reaching around to undo your belt and pants, “you taste just as divine as I remember, Angel,” he purrs into your ear.

You start to question mentally what he’s talking about until you recall back to the first night you stayed at Leon’s house when the two of you had sex for the first time. He wasn’t just eating you out that night. He was feeding off you. This newest revelation causes a sudden wave of nausea to come over you, causing you to gag. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand while the other grips the sheets on his bed, tears burning the corners of your eyes, threatening to pour out.

He bites back down into your shoulder as his hands make quick work pulling down your pants and underwear, his fingers rubbing your slit slowly, gathering up the slick of your body’s arousal on his fingertips. While still feeding off you, he pulls down his sweatpants and you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance. Your eyes widen when you watch two of the claw-like appendages stab down onto the bed in front of you while the other two wrap around your waist, trapping you against him; you feel one of his hands rest on your hip while the other grips your hair, pulling your head back. It takes everything in you not to scream.

With a quick thrust of his hips, he buries his cock inside you, unlatching his mouth from your shoulder with a loud moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You cry out at the feeling of him practically splitting you in half; he feels so much larger than you remember. There’s also another sensation inside you, one you don’t recognize at all. It’s almost hard for your mind to even describe; like a thousand fingers are stroking your inner walls and your cervix and with each quick thrust of Leon’s hips, it feels amazing. You can’t help but let out a loud moan as Leon pistons himself into you, hurtling you towards your release.

“That’s it Angel, you’re doing so well for me. My perfect mate,” he purrs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your hip gripping so tight that it’ll surely leave bruises, his other hand running down your neck before resting onto your other shoulder, “now, be a good girl and take my gift.”

Against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at him. Leon is opening his mouth and you watch as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth and you can hear something squealing from inside his throat. No longer able to put on a brave face, you start to scream, thrashing your body in a desperate attempt to get away from him. The strange sensation you noted inside you suddenly starts to sting as you try to get yourself off him and you feel the claws wrapped around your waist start to cut into your skin as they grip you tighter.

The door to Leon’s room suddenly opens and Clive along with two men with tactical gear and guns swarm in. Clive holds up a large UV flashlight, shining it directly at Leon’s head. Leon roars, the mandibles going back inside his mouth as he falls backwards, freeing you from his grasp. You quickly pull your underwear and pants back up before running over to Clive, using your arms to cover your exposed breasts. Clive positions you behind him as the two men move to either side of Leon, their guns drawn and pointed at him. One of the scientists then rushes inside the room, Clive turns his head to address him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Clive shouts at the scientist right before the UV lights turn back on.

You wince when you hear the inhuman cry come from Leon as he scrambles to crouch himself into the corner of the room, gripping his head and trembling.

“We just wanted to see what he would do, that’s all!” the scientist says, pleading with Clive.

“She nearly got infected! Was that part of your plan?!” Clive shouts, walking up to the scientist, getting in his face.

“Well, no…”

“The lead researcher will be hearing about this, now get out of our way, I need to take her back to her room,” Clive continues, practically shoving the scientist out of the way as he gently grasps your upper arm to lead you out of Leon’s containment chamber.

As you walk out, you turn and look at Leon, who’s still crouched in the corner; his eyes are locked onto you, a smirk spread across his lips.

Leon stays seated in the corner of his containment chamber for the majority of the day, only moving to relieve himself in the toilet inside his containment chamber. Scientists have been in and out of his containment chamber as well, almost as if they’re preparing for something, though he didn’t have the slightest clue of what that could be until the lead researcher comes in with his young assistant, who looks vaguely familiar to Leon.

The lead researcher takes Leon’s vitals and a blood sample, staying completely still through it all, watching the assistant take a seat on Leon’s bed, taking notes with a clipboard and pen.

“Dr. Jacobs, a question if I may?” the assistant suddenly asks.

“Go ahead, Chambers.”

Chambers. Rebecca Chambers. That’s why I recognize her…

Rebecca was a former member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team prior to the Raccoon City outbreak incident on September 30, 1971; Leon’s first day as a police officer. A part of him wishes he had died that day.

“How did he manage to infect the fetus? I thought you said it was transmitted via the bloodstream, hence why he bit her.” she asks, setting the clipboard and pen down onto the bed next to her.

Dr. Jacobs swallows hard as he turns to address her, “we believe there are plaga larvae in his semen, which fused with the embryo upon fertilization even though we found no larvae in the semen samples we were able to get. Somehow… the plaga inside him can control when a larva is released… absolutely extraordinary, a real shame we’re executing him tonight.”

Leon subtly raises an eyebrow.

“What about the baby?” Rebecca presses.

“The baby will be humanely euthanized upon birth, the BSAA wants to put the plagas parasite to bed for good even though the child could provide valuable data. I tried to fight it but O’Brien wouldn’t budge.”

What?

Leon remains calm on the outside, but on the inside, he is panicking. He has to protect his offspring at all cost, but how? That answer comes on a silver platter when he watches Rebecca stand up from the bed, grabbing the clipboard but leaving the pen behind on his bed. He waits a couple minutes to see if they realize she had left the pen in here. When he’s confident they’re not coming back in, he stands up, walking over to the bed and collapsing onto it, clutching the pen in his hand as he lays down. He turns, his back facing the camera that’s on the opposite wall pointed towards the bed.

During his stint in the military after surviving the Raccoon City outbreak, Leon picked up a few tricks, one being how to make lockpicks out of just about anything. He meticulously takes the mechanical pen apart, using the metal parts to make a crude lock pick, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand.

Later that evening, the door to his containment chamber opens and Dr. Jacobs comes in along with another man in tactical gear with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his leg. Dr. Jacobs is carrying a metal folding chair, which he hands to the guard for him to set down onto the floor after opening.

“Sit,” the guard orders Leon, pointing at the chair.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leon replies, standing up from his bed and sitting in the chair.

“Hands behind your back. Now,” the guard barks.

Leon does as he’s ordered, putting his hands behind his back around the back of the chair. The guard walks behind him, handcuffing his wrists together. Unbeknownst to the guard, Leon has his makeshift lock pick wedged between two of his fingers, completely concealing it. The guard walks back around, standing in front of Leon as Dr. Jacobs prepares a syringe of bright green liquid. Slipping the lock pick out, he begins to pick the lock on his cuffs.

“It pains me to do this Leon, it really does,” says Dr. Jacobs as he approaches, the guard moving to the side of Leon to let him through, “you were a brilliant agent. I admit this will not be pleasant, but you won’t suffer for long, I promise.”

Leon manages to free himself just as Dr. Jacobs kneels down to inject him with the deadly serum in the syringe. In the blink of an eye, Leon snatches the syringe from Dr. Jacobs, stabbing it into his neck and pushing the syringe. Dr. Jacobs’ expression contorts as he collapses onto the floor, his body going into a seizure in what Leon imagines is the painful thralls of death.

The guard curses as Leon stands up from his chair, pointing his AK-47 at him to shoot. However, Leon’s too quick, he side steps and grabs the AK-47, using the strap slung around the guard’s body to strangle the man, all the while, the gun is still firing, shooting out all the lights in the ceiling, including the UV lights. Inky black veins quickly envelope Leon’s body and his eyes shift into the deep crimson as Leon bites into the guard’s exposed neck, drinking as much blood as he can in a short period of time.

He then kneels down to Dr. Jacobs’ lifeless body, searching his pockets to find a fob. With this fob in hand, the door to the containment chamber opens, allowing Leon to make his escape. He can sense his offspring is several floors above where he is, so he quickly finds the elevator, the fob allowing him access to it.

When the elevator doors open, several guards are waiting for him, guns drawn. In an instant, Leon’s tail and back appendages emerge and he practically leaps out of the elevator pinning one of the guards down and ripping out his throat while his tail whips around, decapitating and fatally stabbing the other guards. Just when Leon thinks he’s in the clear, he hears more footsteps coming towards him. He looks up, blood dripping from his mouth and chin and finds Director O’Brien with about 10 more guards behind him.

“I should have known you wouldn’t go quietly, Leon,” Director O’Brien says, crossing his arms.

“Where is my mate?” Leon growls, standing up to face them, using his back claws and tail to make himself look bigger.

“In a place you won’t get to, Leon. You’re not leaving this hallway alive,” Director O’Brien replies.

“We’ll see about that.”

Leon begins to step forward, his legs and arms mutating, turning black like his claws and tail. His fingers become more claw like and his legs contort to become more insect-like; his feet also transform into three toed claws. His jaw splits open to reveal rows of sharp elongated teeth, his four incisors still longer than the rest. His four mandibles also come out of his mouth and he lets out an inhuman roar as he charges towards Director O’Brien and the guards. This is the furthest Leon’s ever let himself transform and he’s honestly eager to see what he can do.

The guards shoot at him, but the bullets do little to no damage to Leon as he rips through them like paper with his razor sharp claws, blood and guts spilling everywhere. In the chaos, Director O’Brien slips away, running down the hall. Leon sees this and quickly gives chase, what’s left of the guards strewn all over the white marble floor in his wake. Director O’Brien comes around the corner with his angel, his mate in tow, both of them stopping in their tracks upon seeing Leon.

Leon opens his mouth wide, letting out a loud hiss as he glares at Director O’Brien. Unfortunately in his current state, he’s unable to speak. His crimson stare shifts over to his angel, who to his dismay, is visibly frightened.

Angel, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you…

He curses internally about not being able to give her his gift; if he had been successful, he would be able to communicate with her easily. His gaze then shifts to her swollen belly, sensing his offspring is strong and healthy inside her. He watches as she grips her belly, flinching.

“Back off, Leon!” Director O’Brien shouts, pulling out a small flashlight from inside his dark green coat and turning it on, pointing its purple beam directly into Leon’s face.

Leon, turns his face away, growling as he feels the light sting his mutated parts. His tail whips forward, slicing off the hand holding the UV flashlight before he turns back to Director O’Brien, stalking towards him and using one of his clawed hands to pick him up and pin him against the wall. Letting out a guttural growl, his mouth and mandibles open wide only stopping when he feels his mate’s hands on his arm.

“Leon, don’t kill him, please!” she cries, “don’t kill him and I’ll… I’ll go with you…”

His mutated mouth closes, turning to her to see her bloodshot eyes staring up at him, pleading with him. He lets out a soft purring sound, turning back to Director O’Brien and abruptly dropping him. He falls to the floor with a gasp, Leon’s attention back onto his mate as he grabs her by her wrist. She looks up at him, the fear evident in her eyes as she starts to panic, pulling against his grasp as she hyperventilates.

Angel, don’t do this… it’ll be ok, I promise…!

She then faints; Leon’s quick reflexes catch her before she collapses onto the floor. He picks her up into his arms bridal style, stalking into one of the rooms that has a window. Using his tail, he smashes the window open, the blizzard raging outside now blowing snow into the room. Leon leaps out of the window, carrying his mate into the stormy winter night.

Part 8

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #vampire!leon kennedy #plagas!leon kennedy #gigabyte writes #he comes alive

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youronlydarlin · 8 months ago

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🥰Hey can you write a fic for me. Simon buys thongs and he puts them on, he’s all naked with just thongs on. He also lives alone and makes a sexy slow walk to his bedroom door trying to be seductive and he lick his lips and bites it as he gives his ass a little shake. Then Leon jumps and hangs himself by his thongs on the door giving himself a wedgie and he’s screaming loud. His balls squeezed from the thong and his bare ass on display as he hangs from his thongs receiving the wedgie, he screams but he enjoys it

Hi, what?

You stand in the corner, confused, bewildered, afraid. Half eaten pizza falling to the floor at the sight of... What ever the fuck this is..

It's 3am and you're convinced that what you're seeing is a hallucination, a twisted trick your sleep addled mind bestowed on you as the consequence of not properly taking care of yourself. But of all the fucking horror your brain could've conjured, why this? Was this some sort of secret fantasy that you've locked away and neglected? Tossed to the back and left to starve like that one artificial pet you used to play on your moms phone when you were 7? What was so enticing about the image of Ghost from the hit game Call of duty wearing a thong? With the special participation of Leon Kennedy from the world renowned classic Resident Evil game?

It's all just too much, your knees threaten to give out and you're wondering if it's really too late to get therapy. All you wanted was to go back to your room with a snack, and no, Ghost's ass does not count.

It's like watching a car crash, no matter what you do you can't stop looking. Like you're not in control of your eyes. Forced to look up at the morbid scene that's forever engraved into your memory.

When all of a sudden Deadpool crashes in through the window, he carries you to the basement where you have a hot steamy threesome with Wolverine.

And they all lived happily ever after...

a/n: I can't believe after months of disappearance this is what breaks my no fic streak. I'm deeply sorry to anyone who reads this

Yours, truly

–Dolly

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #leon kennedy x reader #deadpool x reader #wolverine x reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #Should I even post this?#Will this come back to haunt me?#If you don't #already know yes #I am very excited about the movie announcement #I'll delete this later if it's too much to bear #Brain rot anon

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort/fluff word count: 941

warnings: one cuss word, mentions of blood, canon typical violence, very brief description of reader having a panic attack

includes: re2 leon, they're supposed to be in the basement of the police department yk, are the infected monsters or zombies ?? i call them zombies in this, finally finished re4 so i've been playing re2 dklndslks thinking about playing elden ring too

a/n: big thank you to 🍬 anon for the idea i hope you like it !!

summary: leon comforting you after you get attacked

requests open !! read my rules first

“fuck!” every nerve in your body ignites as a zombie jumps onto you from the darkness. it’s a woman - or the remains of one. she has a giant gash against her cheek and a deep bite wound in her shoulder where she was bitten.

“y/n!” you can barely hear leon over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. the woman snarls as her body hovers over yours. you push against her, desperately trying to keep her away from you. her teeth gnash and she scratches desperately at you. you raise your knee up in an attempt to kick her off of you, successfully throwing her far enough to reach for your gun. it feels so far away. too far.

your savior comes in the form of a familiar blonde - leon - throwing the zombie off of you and firing a few shots into her head. you take the opportunity to scramble to your feet, following his lead.

the snarls of more of the undead forcefully bring you back to reality. it feels like there are hundreds of them - all swarming, biting, clawing at you. you fire off a few shots into the hoard as leon reaches over to grab your arm. “let’s go!” he shouts over their snarls as he pulls you along with him through the precinct in a desperate search for safety.

you’re given a short reprieve when you turn another sharp corner. leon all but drags you into the room before you slam the door shut behind him. it’s the remains of an office; likely belonging to a superior officer as evidenced by the couch in the corner and large wooden desk. “help me with this,” he says, gesturing to a large metal shelf. you rush over to him, leaning against the wall as you shove it against the door. the zombies pounding against it from the outside only spur you to move faster.

leon coaxes you to stand behind him and back away from the door. it’s only after a few seconds of the door holding steady that you finally let out a small breath of relief. he reaches over, taking your hand into his and gently squeezing it. a reminder - i’ve got you. you’re safe now.

“we can’t kill them all,” he sighs, leaning to look out of the windowed door further into the zombie-infested hallway. “let’s try to find somewhere safe. get some rest for the night.”

“okay,” you nod. leon shines his flashlight through the window again before turning back to you with a small nod. slowly, you push the door open before slipping out of the room and back into the precinct’s winding basement hallways.

finding a secluded area is easy enough. you lock yourselves in a small room that was formerly used to monitor prisoners in the jail cells. leon pushes another shelf to barricade the doors while you search through the various cabinets. thankfully, there’s a small stash of handgun ammunition and another small combat knife that you pocket.

finally in silence, the adrenaline coursing through your veins begins to slow. the anxiety and fear you had been repressing suddenly comes at you full force. your hands tremble and your heart rate speeds up - the beginning signs of a panic attack. desperate for some sort of relief, you sit down and attempt to take a few breaths to calm yourself.

“y/n?” leon is quick to notice your change in emotion, setting his gun aside and kneeling down beside you. “hey, y/n,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. his touch is gentle - careful - as if you’re a feral animal about to flee. he wipes a stray tear away from your eyes.

“leon,” you choke out, throwing your arms around his shoulders. your tears stain against the thick kevlar of his body armor. the material feels rough against your skin, though at the moment neither of you care. he wraps his arms around your waist a little tighter as you bury your face into his neck.

“breathe, honey,” he coaxes your head away from his shoulder and brings his hands up to gently hold your face. “just breathe.”

you take a few shaky breaths, forcing the air into your lungs. leon demonstrates a few deep breaths that you do your best to follow until your head isn’t dizzy anymore and your body doesn’t feel like it’s constricting into itself. once you’ve relaxed a little you pull him back into a hug, desperate for the feeling of safety that comes with leon’s arms around you.

“it’s okay. i’ve got you,” he brings a hand up to rub against your back. it’s become a habit since you first became friends and later started dating. “you’re gonna be okay.”

the words repeat in your head like a mantra. you cling onto leon a little tighter as he leans down and presses a kiss against your forehead. you sniffle, pulling away just enough to frantically wipe the tears from your cheeks. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. it’s feels pathetic - crying against your boyfriend - but it feels impossible to stop.

“don’t apologize,” leon gently coaxes you back into his hold. “it’s okay. we’re safe now. they can’t hurt us in here.”

you sniffle as you nod. “i love you.”

leon shifts so his back is against the wall instead of yours. you lean your head against his chest as he wraps his arms around you to keep your body close to him. “i love you too,” he whispers. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i’ll get us out of here. i promise.”

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reve-writes · 2 years ago

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—ground floor; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x agent!reader | resident evil | 1k words. ʚ leon comes to your rescue when you're trapped underground. ʚ profanities; mentions of death (no one really dies). ʚ a/n — to the anon who wanted more agent! reader. i like to think this leon and reader exists in the same universe and timeline as rotten work. they have their adventures (and endless bickering). also i could not come up with a title so we are stuck with this.

I told you so.

It's probably killing him not to say those words to you right now. Leon's face flickers on your communication device as his voice crackles through your earpiece. His jaw is taut as he glares, blue eyes serving you a disapproving look.

“Where are you?” He asks, not unkindly.

“Some sort of basement?” You reply uncertainly, looking around for a clue in your surroundings. You end up without an answer, only a steel-paneled door that looked like it belonged to a garage—although much, much bigger—and imposing blank cement walls. No windows. You remember going down the elevator. It's a metal box that reaches up your waist and you could see a blur of metal and concrete as it descended.

It's just your horrible, rotten luck that the elevator is one-way and it ascended without you up to where you originally came from, leaving you in the vast space, stocked with crates and large trucks with nowhere to go.

“That narrows it down,” he replies, sarcasm apparent. “I leave for one second—”

“Leon,” you interrupt, uneasily glancing behind you. “Save the lectures after you find me please. I don't like it here.”

Your voice comes out like a whimper and he is suddenly scared for you. Gone was the fiery, argumentative partner that was an eternal pain in his ass. He blinks rapidly, clearing his throat.

“Okay,” he says. “Where did you find the elevator?”

“Ground floor,” you recall. “Left from the room we were in. I was trying to find the bathroom.”

“Wait for me.”

“Of course, my knight in shining armour,” you answer. “Not like I can do anything else.”

He scoffs. You hear the shuffle of his trousers as he's running, boots thumping to follow your directions. You are thankful that he stays on the line with you. There's a loud clang echoing from somewhere in the vast basement.

“Leon, I think—”

You're whispering to your codec call communication device, but the screen goes dark.

Did he hang up?

Another loud clang.

After the countless amount of infected and bioweapons you've encountered with Leon since you've been dropped off here, no one can blame you for being paranoid. The light overhead flickers as if it can sense your nerves.

You reach for your handgun that is holstered on your belt.

You haven't moved far from the elevator shaft. It's on one far corner of the room. Your safest bet would be to wait near it so you can spot Leon when he comes down to your rescue.

If he can find the elevator.

You don't doubt him, but your descriptions were vague and this building is vast and maze-like. You hear another noise, louder, a staccato of a blunt force against metal. You're breathing heavily, a shiver of terror washes over you as you point your gun aimlessly.

You inhale sharply. This is fine.

You're not stupid enough to call out as you walk slowly forward. Soundlessly. Dumb as it is to try and investigate, you're locked in a square room with whatever it is anyway. Better you find it first before it finds you.

While you're quiet and careful, Leon does not know to be.

He is calling out for your name as the elevator creaks downwards, his voice echoing. You flinch, turning on your heels to make a run for it. Whatever it is that lurks here must have heard him.

When he spots you bounding towards him, he's waving his hand furiously, beckoning you to come.

“Don't look back,” he calls out, pointing his gun towards your direction, which means something is behind you. Or a lot of somethings from the thumps of footsteps. “But you need to hurry.”

“This is your fault,” you yell out, daring a peek as you're close enough to the elevator. A pack of five infected dogs slobber as they run after you. You yell out a curse.

“Told you not to look!”

To your mortification, the elevator is moving up.

“Come on!” Leon calls out, pushing his body up against the low metal walls of the elevator, extending a hand towards you. “Dammit. Come on!”

With one last, petrified push, you jump and he grabs your hand, hauling you into the safety of the ascending elevator, away from the very likely possibility of getting torn apart. The two of you stumble and fall, with you, falling on top of his well-built body. You can feel the rapid beating of his heart mirroring yours.

He groans, body going limp underneath you. “You fucking scared me.” His hand snakes around your waist.

“Hell, I scared me.” You push yourself off before you get too comfortable, rolling over to lie on the elevator floor, heaving. “Why did you hang up on me, asshole?”

He's pushing his hair out of his face. “I thought you did.”

You angle your head sideways, brow creasing as you look at him. “You being on the line kept me from going insane. Why would I hang up?”

He returns your stare with a teasing smile. “Glad to be your anchor to this world.”

“Don't flatter yourself.”

“You flatter me enough.”

“I would much rather be eaten by those—those things.” You regret it as soon as you say it. Images of blood-covered, slobbering canines running after you, baring their teeth and snapping at you for a taste will forever haunt your nightmares. If you'd been slower, or if you'd tripped over your foot, or if Leon didn't arrive in time, you would be dog food by now.

Dead.

“Hey.” Leon's voice broke you out of your stupor. His gloved hand reach for yours as you lie on the rusting metal floor. “You're okay.”

“I know. I'm fine.” You appreciatively squeeze his gloved hand. “Thank you.”

“Part of my job description, remember?” He runs his thumb over yours.

“So you keep reminding me.”

Leon pushes himself off of the ground and pulls you up with him. He dusts your shoulders off, checking you over and lets out a relieved sigh when there's no sign of injury.

“My hero, aren't you?”

“Nothing new.” He shrugs. “Let's go. Try not to get yourself into more death traps.”

You trail after him with a frown as he stalks off, handgun in hand. “Says you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Remember that time in Europe when you—”

Leon shushes you, crouching as he holds out his palm towards you, signaling that he heard something. You roll your eyes, saving the bickering for later.

[ ].

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #—ki writes 🍯

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Telling Ghost Stories

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, ghost stories, teasing

not proofread ✌️

“You really think that’s scary?”

Leon rolls his eyes and flaps his hand at you, “Okay then, princess. Tell me a really scary one.”

You grin, tucking your feet under his thighs. You’ve both sprawled out onto the couch in the living room, each seated with your backs against the arm rests facing each other. The tv plays out the ending credits to a horror movie in the background. His feet bracket your hips and he reaches down to grab your feet to place them into his lap.

“C’mon,” he grins, “or are you all talk?”

You wiggle your sock covered toes and he squeezes your insoles.

“Alright, alright. I have one and it’s a real ghost story.”

He scoffs but doesn’t say anything, letting you have your turn.

“Okay, so my friend and I were hanging out at her place and we decided to go down into her basement cause she swears it’s haunted.”

Leon softly massages your feet as you gesture animatedly with your hands.

“So then we get down there and it’s just like any old basement, y’know? But we turn the lights off to use our phones to find a place to sit in the middle of the room.”

“Wait, is this that friend—“

“Shhh,” you wiggle your feet til he clasps them tightly in his broad hands, “I didn’t interrupt you.”

He chuckles, “Alright then, go ahead.”

“Okay, so we get all settled in and invoke the spirits,” you flutter your fingers, “and for a while nothing happens.”

You pause for dramatic effect but Leon snorts under his breath making you pout.

“Well, we sort of just sit there chatting and then we hear some kinda noise off in the corner. We just ignore it as some house noise but it happens again, only closer.”

You scoot forward, dropping your voice a bit lower.

“So we stop talking and my friend opens the audio recording app on her phone and we sit still again, but nothing happens. She locks her phone and we get up to head back upstairs feeling a little on edge.”

Leon’s hands have stalled, just holding your feet as he listens more closely to you.

“We get back up to her room and she sees it’s still recording so stops it and we listen to it,” you’re whispering now, “and there was a voice.”

Leon rolls his eyes, “I’m sure there was, princess.”

You smirk, “There was and I have it.”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs.

Grabbing your phone from the floor, you quickly go through your messages and pull up the audio bite your friend sent you.

“Here ya go,” you hand off the phone to Leon who holds it up to his ear.

A soft whispery voice plays through your speakers and Leon glances at the screen before handing it back.

“So?”

“So what? How do I know that’s not you or your friend?”

You pout and press your foot into his thigh, “Because why would I lie? I’m being serious, Leon. She won’t even go back into the basement anymore.”

He shrugs, grabbing your thighs and pulling you into his lap, “Alright, not saying I think it’s real but I don’t think you’d lie.”

You grin and kiss his cheek, “Thank you for that backwards compliment.”

“Still not any scarier than my story,” he teases, hands gripping your waist.

“Yours was so lame!” you place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze, “I wasn’t even scared.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins, “I can keep going. One of’em is bound to scare you enough that you’ll end up sleeping in my bed.”

You laugh, “Okay, I’m down for that.”

He hums and rocks up against you making you sigh.

“Or we could just head up to my room now,” he kisses your neck, “have some fun of a different kind.”

“As much as I love scary stories, I definitely vote for that one.”

You gasp in surprise when Leon swings his legs off the couch and stands up, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Leon!” You laugh and he smacks your ass making you whine.

“Faster this way, don’t wanna waste any time,” he tosses back to you, carrying you up the stairs and into his room.

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reobsessed · 2 years ago

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A Knight and His Squire- Part one

Content warning- 18+, light smut, (for the time being) Luis x Leon fic Summary: Leon and Luis are trapped together in the basement, shackled together. Tensions rise as Luis begins to undress, desperate to find his smokes. Can the two men resist the alluring pull, trapped in the close confines of one another’s presence?

Here's a link to part 2!

Leon groaned as he strained to release himself from his restraints. His heavy panting filling the room, prompting the other man to raise an eyebrow.

"Ey need a break there, cowboy?"

Leon responded with an exhausted grunt.

“Perhaps you’re in need of an inhaler? Wait, this reminds me!” his loud proclamation, drowning out Leon’s heavy breathing.

“Reminds you of what?” Leon responded through grunts.

“Do me a favour there Sancho, perhaps you could put those large American hands to use and reach into my pocket and get me a smoke?” he punctuated the request with a sly grin.

Leon stared back in disgust, before shaking his head.

“Got gum if you want that?”

Luis recoiled.

“You Americans, such killjoys. More than willing to light up an entire country but cigarettes? That is where you draw the line?”

Leon ignored Luis in favour of tugging at his restraints once more, pulling the Spaniard along with them.

“I’m doing you a favour, those things’ll kill ya.”

“Ah yes I’m sure they’ll get me before the village full of monsters does,” Luis remarked sarcastically.

Leon continued to busy himself with the chains. They must have stripped him of his weapons back in the basement. He looked around the room once more, maybe there was a scrap of metal or stray paperclip he could use? Not that he could pick a lock with a paperclip but at least then he would feel like he was doing something. His mind didn’t fare well with silence and his hands needed a distraction. He was broken from his thoughts by a thud and the sound of metal clanking to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Leon asked quizzically.

“Well if you’re not gonna find me my smokes I’ll do it myself.” Luis began rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling at Leon with every motion. “Ahh don’t tell me they took them, thieving bastards.” He was close to giving up when, in pure desperation he threw off his jacket and began rifling through the inner pockets. With the chains in the way he was unable to remove his jacket entirely, with it hanging limply on the string of chains behind him.

Leon had his back turned to the other man and was doing his best to ignore him but the constant tugging on his wrists sent him over the edge.

“Hey. Will you cut it ou-” his breath hitched. “What are you doing, what happened to your clothes??”

Luis looked up, his eyes full of uncharacteristic innocence.

“You wouldn’t help me, so I removed my jacket. Got a problem?”

The lack of a jacket wasn’t an issue. However, upon removing his jacket Luis had revealed a simple white button down shirt, a shirt in which he had neglected to button at least five of the top buttons putting his tanned chest on full display. Leon swallowed a lump in his throat, trying not to analyse every detail of the open window. His eyes latched on to each and every stray hair that protruded and curled below the man’s collar. It didn’t take him long to notice a scar etched deep into the man, starting just below his right shoulder, descending far below where Leon could see.

“Ah c’mon.” Luis had turned his jacket inside out, shaking it vigorously. Leon watched as various bits of rubbish fell into the man’s lap. Leon slapped his forehead with one hand, the sound of the slap and clanging metal caused Luis to snap his head up in Leon’s direction.

“What is it?” Luis began to crawl backwards on his hands upon meeting Leon’s intense glare. Panic struck him as Leon began moving closer. “Wait wait wait. I’m sorry my friend, I didn’t mean to cause offence.” Luis tried retreating further but his back hit a wall. Leon was directly in front of him now. He slumped to his knees, inches away from where Luis had cowered away.

“You’re a goddamn mess.” as Leon reached out Luis flinched, his head hitting the back wall. He squinted his eyes expectantly, waiting for the approaching punch but he felt nothing. Tentatively he opened one eye, and then another. He stared wide eyed in shock as he watched his new companion fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

“WAIT A SECO-” Luis froze. “Er, why are you doing up my buttons?”

“You shouldn’t expose yourself like that,” Leon scolded him, continuing upwards to another button. “Maybe it’s a culture thing,” he mumbled the last part. His pace had slowed considerably, the act of buttoning another man’s shirt wasn’t supposed to be this drawn out. He thought about the fabric of the man’s shirt, how creased and unruly it was (though the same could be said about the entire man’s appearance), the way dark hairs would tickle against his fingers as he fumbled with another button. Luis had gone silent for the first time since they’d been trapped together, he dared not even breath under Leon’s imposing presence.

Luis couldn’t help but compare his current situation to one he’d been in many times, no, not this exact situation but whenever he’d had any sort of success with a woman there had always been a considerable roadblock that prevented him from going any further, what would cause such a delay you ask? Why, man’s most despised invention of course! A detriment to both men and women alike (or so Luis thought) his hands had always felt twice as large and clumsy in those moments and even under the threat of death he would never admit to the times he’d failed.

Accursed bras he swore inwardly.

“Ah look at this.” Leon’s gaze dropped to the man’s lap. “Are you always this much of a mess?” Without thinking he reached out and began brushing paper and lint from Luis’ crotch.

Luis let out an unusually high pitched shout as he grabbed hold of Leon’s wrist.

“Are you er, dusting my porch Señor?”

Leon’s eyes grew wide when he realised what he was doing, he attempted to stand up but Luis’ grip wouldn’t give him up.

“Perhaps back in America they lack certain freedoms?” Luis’ mouth twisted into a conniving smile. “Chained underground with another man was all it took to send you over the edge.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Leon growled, trying to remain as stoic as possible. Luis gave him a sympathetic and knowing smile in response as he moved Leon’s hand back to his groin.

Leon looked at his hand then at Luis’ face, comically looking between the two repeatedly. Luis laughed at the man’s indecision.

“Such a gentleman.” Luis pressed Leon’s hand deeper into his crotch, letting out a soft moan as he did so. Leon paused, staring intently into Luis’ eyes.

“Wait, slow down. You don’t have to do anything,” Leon stammered, his eyes darting round the room desperately.

Luis laughed leaning forward on his knees until he was looking down on Leon.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, neither you nor anyone in this village can make me do anything I don’t want to do and I should think the same goes for you,” he stated, wrapping both arms round Leon’s neck.

Leon hesitantly brought up a pair of shaking hands, placing a hand on either side of Luis’ waist.

Does this guy eat properly, why’s his waist so damn small?

His thoughts were cut short as Luis brought Leon’s head closer, planting it directly into his chest.

“This is what you were so transfixed onto, no? Maybe instead this time we do the opposite of before?”

Leon felt his heart race and his head empty of coherent thoughts. He should have been focussed solely on his mission but it was as though an animal had awoken within him in that underground room and he was no longer able to resist his innermost desires.

He steadied his hands and this time grabbed onto Luis’ hips assertively, pulling him down with his firm grip. They were now sitting eye to eye.

Luis liked to think he exuded confidence, no stranger could resist his suave charm, especially not the ladies, so why was it that Leon intimidated him so? He couldn’t even look him in the eye without turning away abashedly.

All of a sudden he let out a yelp as he felt Leon’s hands creep up from the hem of his shirt. His fingertips were ice cold but soon acclimatised to Luis’ body heat. The cold chill of the basement was no longer an issue as Luis warmed the both of them.

Leon leaned in, planting tender kisses down Luis’ neck, nipping slightly at his collar bone. His hands rose higher and it took every ounce of strength not to rip the feeble cotton shirt from Luis’ chest. The man had given him the go ahead but he wasn’t so sure he’d take kindly to having his clothes torn, he seemed the materialistic type.

His hands returned to their earlier position, undoing each of the remaining buttons precisely and in almost no time at all. Luis couldn’t help but feel a little impressed at the man’s efficiency, perhaps the earlier comparison wasn’t so accurate after all.

Finally Luis’ chest was in full view. Leon took no time in tracing a finger all the way down the man’s scar.

“Quite the scar isn’t it? I imagine you have a few yourself?” he said while dragging the leather jacket off Leon’s shoulders. Getting Leon’s shirt off would be damn near impossible without tearing it and so Luis settled with lifting it with one hand, whistling while he took in the view.

“You got something to say?” Leon’s voice was laced with irritation.

“Just admiring the view and might I say you have quite the pair of asset-” Luis was abruptly cut off as Leon forced him to the ground, climbing on top of him in the process.

“How about you keep quiet and we expedite this process?” He unbuckled his belt as he spoke.

“Ye- yes Señor!” Luis sputtered as he attempted to pull off his jeans, an impossible task given Leon was directly on top of him.

“Allow me,” Leon stated coolly. As quickly as he’d unbuttoned Luis earlier he unclipped his belt. He hooked his fingers over the top of Luis’ jeans and went to pull them down when all of a sudden he paused. “Might be a little hard getting these off with that in the way,” he emphasised his point by flicking Luis’ growing bulge with a finger.

Luis covered his face in embarrassment.

“I thought you wanted to speed things up,” his moans were muffled beneath his hands.

Without warning Leon removed Luis’ jeans in one smooth motion, chucking them in a heap along with his own. He raised an eyebrow at his companions' now visible underwear.

“Why does your underwear match your jacket?”

“WHY DO STUPID AMERICANS ASK SO. MANY. QUESTIONS?!?” Luis had had enough, foreplay never usually took this long, at least not when he was the one topping.

This is what I get for letting the pretty boy with the big mouth top for the first time ever in his life.

Just as Luis was ready to throw the younger man aside and take care of things himself, Leon brought his mouth back to Luis’ neck and bit down hard. Luis moaned in approval as Leon buried his hand into Luis’ hair and pulled.

TO BE CONTINUED....

#serrenedy #re4 #resident evil 4 #luis x leon #leon x luis #luis sera #leon s kennedy #this started as a joke but decided to post anyways #serennedy #re4make #resident evil 4 remake #re4 fic #my fic

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thebrandywine · 5 months ago

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36 and 58? :>

36. being pushed against a wall

58. being locked in a small space

"Just close your eyes and listen to me, okay?"

Piers slams his eyes shut. It shouldn't matter much when they're already in the dark, but it does somehow. It feels less like the room is closing in on them, less like the floors above are going to crumble down into the basement and bury them. Christ, why did they pick this door? Why was this the room they scrambled into in an effort to hide?

The tyrant's footsteps (because there's always a fucking tyrant these days) have been gone for some time now, but Leon's attempt at opening the door to this janitor's closet haven't been fruitful. There's something out there blocking them in, and--

"Okay?" Leon nudges him again.

Piers nods, realizes his husband can't see him, and says aloud, "Yes. Okay."

"Okay," Leon repeats. His voice is calm and even, his hands steady when they find Piers' shoulders and pull him in. Piers goes with a little too much force, Leon stumbling over something and slamming into a wall with a grunt of surprise.

"Sorry," Piers says, but he's already pressing in and burrowing closer as Leon's arms wrap securely around him. "Jesus, I'm so fucking sorry."

Leon kissing him loudly on the temple shakes a laugh out of him. "It's okay. We'll get broken out sooner or later. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better in the meantime?"

After another, easier breath, Piers suggests, "Distract me."

He lifts his head and they find each other in the middle, mouth to mouth like he'd need to breath anyway. It's slow and soft and settling, Piers grabbing at the back of Leon's jacket and Leon holding his face with one hand. It's all love, and Leon never gets impatient with him over it, not even the time Piers had a meltdown like this in the laundry room in their own house just because the power went out. Something about enclosed spaces in the dark--

"Stop thinking," Leon says in between kisses. "Let me distract you."

"Gladly," Piers says desperately, and then he falls into it because this, more than anything he's ever known, is where he's safe.

#hi nini :0)#.ask #i dont think im doing these right skfskf i keep making them kinda whumpy #sorry ;m;

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viatagrinner · 2 years ago

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Gilbert von Obsidian. Chapter 4

As Chevalier's spy, she wants to gather information about the Obsidian prince.

Gilbert put his arm around MC. Fear gripped her body and embarrassment faded into the background.

Gilbert: I'm freezing.

MC: .......I know that.

Gilbert: That was the point.

In his arms she was like a soft toy and the embrace was so strong that she was struggling to breathe.

Gilbert: I'm sensitive to cold, so I always want to feel people's warmth.

(This information...seems useless.)

Perhaps the mystery of Gilbert having no sense of distance has been solved.

Gilbert: I like Miss Bunny because you're warm.

MC: Why don't you wear your winter clothes instead of holding me?

Gilbert: Does it look bad?

The heroine does not want to be misunderstood. A man and a woman hugging each other in a public place... This is enough to cause gossip. The girl tries to pull away, but he only hugs her tighter.

Gilbert doesn't care, but the girl doesn't like it and it hurts her.

Gilbert: Oh, I'm sorry. It's hard to control the force.

He let her go, but not for long. His hand rested on her shoulder.

Choice:

1. ...I'm in trouble.

2. I'll bear it.

3. Let go.

Gilbert loves honesty. So option 3

MC: Let me go.

Gilbert: You're saying that to a guest of state?

She doesn't want to put up with the inconvenience just because he's noble.

Gilbert: Haha, you're so cheeky.

Gilbert: But I like that about you, right?

According to the prince one day she will get used to it and not feel anything.

But by then it will be too late.

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In the carriage.

Leon and Yves are in a bad mood. MC is puzzled. The house was in good condition, and the children were smiling.

Leon: There is nothing wrong with the management itself. It's not as if the children have been treated unreasonably.

Yves adds that it seems to him that they are being raised well until the children leave the orphanage.

Gilbert: Wouldn't this become a business tool for twisted aristocrats with bad taste?

MC: ...What do you mean?

Gilbert explains: Children are orphans. They are perfect for slavery, for hard work. There is no slavery in Rhodolite, but that doesn't change anything. There is the possibility that the children are being sold to aristocrats, using a false family registry.

Leon remarks that Gilbert has a keen eye.

Gil replies that this happens frequently in Obsidian.

Leon has seen dashes on the foster parents' lists, and he believes that many of the names may have been fake.

They need to find children in foster care.

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All four arrive at the baron's house.

Leon asks his assistant Julius where the children are.

Julius: I found the children imprisoned in the basement.

Leon hands the list with the children's names to his assistant.

Julius: You stole the document?

Leon: I didn't steal it, I borrowed it.

Julius: As expected of Prince Leon.

Leon gave orders for all involved to be locked up, not to let anyone go.

Before he left, Julius looked at Gilbert.

(What is it?)

The heroine noticed that the look, though it lasted a moment, was not hostile.

(I wonder what just happened.)

Gilbert: ...What an interesting pet.

MC: Prince Gilbert?

Gilbert: Oh, never mind.

Gilbert: The spectacle is about to begin, so you should concentrate on that.

Yves turns sternly to the Baron aside.

(But how do you know that the Baron was involved in the sale?)

Gilbert explains that someone informed the princes, after which an investigation was conducted.

Gilbert: Before the evidence is destroyed, we pull the documents from the asylum and interrogate the nobleman for dishonesty.

If the royal family is personally involved, no one can refuse to investigate.

(Proof that the domestic political faction listens to the voice of the people).

Gilbert: But aristocrats are creatures who like to fight.

Gilbert: Miss Bunny, if you don't want to die, stay close to me, okay?

The Baron, fearing for his life, rushed to the table and rang the bell.

Armed men burst into the room.

Leon suggests that the Baron belongs to an anti-royalist group.

The baron wants to run away, but the heroine resents this.

The knights are far away, and only she and the three princes are left in the room besides the enemies.

Gilbert, seeing her trying to think of something, notices that there is nothing she can do.

Leon and Yves fight, but the baron escapes. The girl wants to run after him, but is grabbed by Gilbert's hand.

Calling her a fool, Gil explains that the heroine has no physical training, plus she doesn't know the territory to run after a criminal.

MC: I'll set up an ambush.

Gilbert is skeptical. But he's determined to help her.

Gilbert: Because it's my job to help you today.

Leon calls out to her. After shouting to him that all is well and telling him that it will buy them time, she leaves following Gil.

The prince of Obsidian has blocked the baron's way. He did it so deftly, as if he knew the layout of the castle.

The baron is confused. What are they doing here?

Gilbert: Miss Bunny wants to talk to you.

MC tries to appeal to the Baron's conscience.

The aristocrat was a talkative one and gladly agreed to the conversation.

For him, selling children is just business. They should be grateful to have shelter, food and clothing.

A person's value is determined by their birth, by the conditions of their birth.

Baron: In a way, I am charitable because I help these people who have no social status.

After chatting some more, the Baron remembers that he is a criminal and it's time to run away.

He asks to get out of the way, but the heroine refuses.

The Baron pulls out his sword.

Gilbert turns on the mode: "Berserk".

Gilbert: Hey, whose permission are you asking for to touch Miss Bunny?

The cane plunges into the baron's body. He falls. Gil then stomps on the aristocrat's body.

Gilbert: No good. Miss Bunny is my prey.

No one but the prince can hurt her.

Gilbert: "Those of rank have the right to do as they please with those beneath them," right?

Gilbert: Is that what you mean?

The Baron squirms in pain on the floor.

The prince "doesn't understand" why the outlaw has such a displeased face?

Gilbert: Because I have the right to oppress you, just as you oppressed a homeless orphan.

Gilbert: I am royalty and you are a third-class aristocrat. I should tell you the difference in status... right?

(.....Prince Gilbert looks angry.....)

He asks the heroine if he should kill the baron.

These words come off his lips as easily as the suggestion of eating a sweet together.

The criminal should be judged, not killed, that's what MC thinks.

Especially in Rhodolite, criminals are tried.

For Gil, it's a hassle. It's different in Obsidian. Gilbert and the royal family are the law.

The prince tells the baron that he was lucky to live in Rhodolite. In Obsidian he would be dead by now.

Gilbert: We don't need bad nobles defiling innocent children, right?

The Baron is unconscious.

There was no emotion in his red eyes.

It was as cold as Prince Gilbert's body temperature.

MС: ...Prince Gilbert is the same as the Baron.

MC: I mean the words about "those of high status have the right to do as they please with those beneath them."

Gilbert: Hmm... That's what the "imperial family" means.

MC: Your eyes... They don't see a person.

Gilbert smiles.

(There are no people in Prince Gilbert's world.)

(That's why you can't hesitate to "kill" children, and just as you can be kind to children.)

(...A beast in human form.)

Gilbert: Hmm... Do you despise me?

Gilbert: I don't care what you think of me.

Gilbert: I hate people.

Gilbert: I don't love anyone, so you should be careful, too.

Gilbert: Because I'm a beast that can kill you with a smile, right?

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"Chevalier's Sanctuary"

MC reports on the situation.

Chevalier asks her if she knows another name for Obsidian.

MC: "Land of Ore and War"?

Chevalier: No... "Land of Corruption and Lies/The Land of Corruption and Deceit."

MC: It's not a very good country, is it?

Chevalier: That's just a rumor.

Chevalier: The actual internal situation is unknown. Obsidian is also a country with strict information control.

Well, in a country like Obsidian, it's not surprising, but still being a prince who doesn't like people is bad. That's what the girl was thinking. Chevalier read her thoughts.

Chevalier: I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Chevalier: I don't see the Patch on the Eye as a human being.

Chevalier: And for you, it should have been a beast to begin with, not a person. By admitting that, you're protecting yourself.

MC thinks that she herself is like Gilbert in that sense. She doesn't see him as human.

MC: I did a bad thing...

Chevalier: An enemy is an enemy.

The heroine thinks that if it hadn't been for Gilbert she would have been hurt. And she didn't even thank him.

Chevalier: You don't have to feel guilty. ....Even if I say so, it's useless.

Chevalier flicked her forehead, smiling.

Chevalier: You can use the palace kitchen as you like.

Chevalier: But still... "I hate people" doesn't sound like the words of someone who hates deceit.

MC would like to understand his words.

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Gilbert's Masterlist

#Chevalier could work in a marriage agency.#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikepri translation #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian masterlist #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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adasknife · 1 year ago

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i have been checking more of john and ada (john is ada's 'boyfriend' from re1) anyways, i don't know how real this is but further on. because i haven't played the original re2 game (don't judge. i read things), it said that ada does carry a photo of john with her. john wrote her a letter (in re1) to expose all the stuff of umbrella but she never had the chance to read because she was never in raccoon city. ada discovered that john turned into a zombie in the spencer mansion thanks to annette birkin (?). in old comics (not sure if still canon), john was investigating the t virus hoping it will be the cure for cancer. he wanted ada's help but they never allowed it. he seemed like a nice guy... he wanted to help people and umbrella have him the money and he accepted. he was the couple of first people to realized what is happening; people are getting sick and the upper people of umbrella were acting strange. and we know what happens.

according to little there is to read of john, i prefer his relationship with ada and than with leon and ada. i as well wonder how the story will change if linda never changed to ada. OH! if you know more of the original games please correct me because i am... too lazy to check the tiny details.

and finally the letter re2:

Dear Ada ,

Ada, by the time you read this, I'll be something... different. Today's test turned out to be positive, just as I expected. I feel like going crazy when I think about becoming one of them.

Ada, you are not infected and I hope you never will be. In case you're the last one left, take the material in the Visual Data Room and go to the Power Room to operate the Triggering System before you escape.

If everything is in order, all the locks can be opened by the security system. You can access the system if you log in with my name from the terminal in the small lab and enter the password. The password is your name. To unlock the door at B2 where the Visual Data Room is located, you'll need to access with our name first and then enter another password.

I've written the code below. I'm sure you'll understand it easily.

And this is my last hope - if you find me completely changed, please kill me yourself.

Yours, John

and the other letter re1 remake:

My dearest Ada,

By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be the person you once knew. The results of my test came out today and I suspected, it came positive.

I feel like I am teetering on the edge of reason just thinking about my impending doom. I would give anything not to have to become one of them.

As far as I know, you are not infected. I sincerely hope things do not reach such a desperate pass, but if it has turned out that you are now the last person alive. I want you to get the material from the Visual Data room.

Then, activate the Self-Destruct System in the power room and escape from here. Please do everything in your power to make this whole accident public.

If everything is still running normally, you should be able release all the locks using the Security System.

I have set up the terminal in a small security room so that you can log in to the system using my name and your name as password.

You will need need another password to release the lock of the door of the basement Level Two where the Visual Date Room is located.

As a safety measure I have coded that password into an X-ray picture: a roentgenogram. I know you, and I'm sure you will be able to work it out without any trouble.

There is just one more thing... and it is my last request. I hope you never have to lay eyes on me in this state, but if you do happen to run into this hideous form, I beg you to put me out of my misery. I hope you understand.

Thank you, Ada

Yours truly, John

#resident evil #ada wong #re1 #re2

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blacksurvivalnostalgichanges · 12 days ago

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black survival characters as quotes from glee out of context videos

specifically those because i wouldnt go watch glee with a gun

Adela: "Quid pro quo. What do you have for me?" "I'm sorry coach but we are not in cahoots." "Well I should've nailed that down before I gave you my secret intel." "Porcelain??"

Adriana: Look at us. We're even fighting in our voiceovers.

Aiden: "Do any of you know why i called you in here?" "Is it to get prepared in case the North Koreans invade through Mexico"

Alex: It's hard being the quarterback when I get in the huddle and all the guys are calling me "deepthroat".

Arda: You're a really good teacher even if everybody's calling you a manwhore

Aya: What if I were to just innocently murder you, Will?!

Barbara: I look hot AND smart. I feel like Michelle Obama.

Bernice: My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby?

Bianca: Well call the Vatican, we got ourselves another immaculate conception!

Camilo: No, ma'am, i am not allowed within 50 feet of children.

Cathy: "Brittany, lock the door." "Yeah I don't know how to do that"

Celine: (boxes of confetti bombs go off, collective yelling like someone just got shot) Take cover! (the piano explodes with confetti)

Chiara: I know a gas-induced fantasy dance sequence when I experience one

Chloe: Oh hey, buddy, I thought I smelled failure!

Daniel: I'd like to preserve you in a jar in my basement.

Echion: Look at me. Even in the heat of battle, I'm so elegant. Legal. I am Ajax, mighty greek warrior.

Elena: "I don't like you." "Fun! I don't like you either"

Eleven: "Just crack the egg!" "I just don't understand the difference between an egg with a baby chicken inside of it and an egg with an egg in it." "They're the same thing!" "Okay, that's really confusing because this is a baby chicken's house."

Eva: I want a chance to get funky too!

Emma: I hate to interrupt the blatant homoerotic overtones of whatever the two of you are on the verge of crying about,

Felix: (jumps, crab crouches, breakdances, does splits)

Fiora: I've got to gay. Go! I've got to go

Hart: Look! That homeless guy is sleeping on my face!

Hyejin: "Carmen cut me herself." "Like, with a knife because she wanted your blood for potions?"

Hyunwoo: "What are you doing?" "I'm gonna flush dad's ashes down the toilet"

Isol: I'm sorry, would you mind stepping outside for a moment while i bitchslap some sense into my friend?

Jackie: Boy, the only thing missing from this place is a couple dozen bodies limed and rotting in shallow graves under the floorboards

Jan: (doing crunches) Thursday doesn't even start, it's friday! I'm in love! 🎶

Jenny: 'Cause i need a man (puts hand over a guy's face) but my heart is set on youuu (points at a guy) better shape up (puts hands on a girl's chest) you better understand (pushes a guy off the stage)

Johann: Wait. (gets off the guy's lap) Let's pray.

JP: (panning across a pink bedroom) This is where our daughter or gay son will sleep.

Laura: I like how you guys pretend to be all accepting about everything, but then when your friend suddenly shows up in your home, moves in and goes through all your stuff, you're offended?

Lenox: "You think I should bring a gun?" (long long long pause) "No,"

Leon: Blaine and I love football. Well Blaine loves football. I love scarves.

Li Dailin: You know what I call an afternoon where I get drunk? An afternoon

Luke: (holding a shirt that says LEBANESE) "I'm hispanic. Wait, was that supposed to be 'lesbian'?" "Yeah, isn't that what it says?"

Magnus: Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?

Mai: (sobbing) I just try to be really, really honest with people when I think that they suck! You know?

Nadine: "In there! In the bedroom, I thought I was gonna die! No, don't go in there, you're gonna get killed!" "Oh my god! Is that a bear cub?!" "Why is there a bear in here??" "WHY IS THERE A BEAR IN HERE?!"

Nathapon: Did you vaporade my ex-boyfriend????

Nicky: Hi, I'm Kurt Hellmon, I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker.

Priya: "We have got something that the other groups don't." "What?" "Finn's dancing! Right? Come on!"

Rio: "Are your cats making out?" (cut to the cats licking each others' mouths) "Yes they are :)"

Rosalio: Legend has it when I came out of my mother I told the nurse she was fat.

Rozzi: I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then on some dark cold night I will steal away into your home, and punch you in the face.

Shoichi: (hugging) "I will destroy you." "I'm about to vomit down your back."

Silvia: I'll often yell at homeless people. Hey, how's that homelessness workin' out for ya? Give not being homeless a try, huh?

Sissela: "What are you here to lecture us about, Kurt? A hollow taste in clothing?" "My dad has cancer." "Thanks, Tina."

Sua: You smell like a nursing home.

Tia: I'm pretty sure my cat has been reading my diary.

William: How did this happen? I look like a crazy person. That's not me. Wow, I didn't know the vein on my neck could stick out like that.

Xiukai: Porcelain, my sweet, shrill, fragile gal fling.

Yuki: Holy crap! I'm a closet lesbian and a judgemental bitch, which means one thing: I have awesome gaydar.

Zahir: And when I pulled the sandwich out, I saw the face of god... Literally. I had made a grilled cheesus.

#hey i came up with a tag for these #experiment roll call #black survival incorrect quotes #black survival #incorrect quotes #god i hate that i watched so many that i saw one that was an hour long and went 'oh. you stole this other one'#because it was cut exactly the same. like same things same order even down to one that was cut especially #felt like hbomberguy recognizing the brian deer documentary except i'm a huge loser not doing a great public good

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everyone shut the FUCK UP. i need the world SILENT. and i need you to look at this. NOW. NOW!!!!!!!!! someone burn down the fucking mona lisa and put this up instead. literally LITERALLY nobody understands how much this means to me like this is perfect this is mecore. sirencore. no one else’s core. this is amazing. do you even understand how revolutionary this is? this is more important than evolution theory. this is more important than the discovery of gravity. this is more important than the moon landing. you DONT understand. i don’t think anyone else will understand how important this is to me. if you think you can even comprehend how much importance this carries you’re WRONG. the target audience was me and me only. actually i’m gatekeeping this from the world like you don’t understand. mpreg leon (the baby is mine btw it’s our tenth child) (no it’s not yours) (no it will never be yours) (i keep him locked in my basement with cameras on all angles 24/7) (he’s not allowed to go outside) (he’s my baby mama) (i grew a dick out of sheer will to get him pregnant) the KORN shirt BRO. BRO. you don’t understand.. you don’t UNDERSTAND. i’m wearing a korn shirt rn too. it was meant to be. i force him to listen to korn. he loves korn. we made our kids with korn playing in the background. that detail is so important to me im actually sick like actually you have no idea. i’m going to print this out and frame it and keep it in my nightstand and im going to make several copies so i can tape them to my walls and it will become my new wallpaper. i’m going to put this in my wallet too so i can stare at my beautiful pregnant wife when im away from home and when i miss him. i literally can’t. i adore this. i adore this so much.. chunk i owe you my life and soul this is genuinely so amazing im literally geeking rn like im teeheeing and giggling and kicking my feet and my hand is down my pants and im flicking my clit rn. i love you chunk. all hail chunk. chuck is the world’s gift.

IDK IF YOU STILL ACCEPT!!!! but treat :333

YES!!

He couldn't find any costume that fit.. But he still wants his treat okay!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

#᮫ reblogs ∿ ♡#𝝑୧ victims to the song! (mutuals) ♡#— chunk!#ILIVEYOU #like leon is my wife and jonathan davis is my husband l #it’s all full circle

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clusterfuck-misc · 3 years ago

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ANON ASKS:

We need a part 4 of puppy Obsession, seriously it's way too good

Y’all are OBSESSED.

But it’s okay, ‘cuz I am too, LMAO.

Yandere Leon Kennedy x Officer Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Kidnapping, delusional behavior, mentions of force feeding, slight temper issues, dread, falling through windows.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— You woke up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were unpainted and the floor was concrete.

Other than the mattress you were on, the room was empty and the stairs leading up to the only exit looked old.

Were you in a basement..?

You suddenly remembered the events that happened… hours before?

How long it’s been didn’t really matter to you.

What did was that the last face you saw was Leon Kennedy’s.

The last thing he said to you echoed in your mind.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…. I’m…”

Panic began to ebb at your chest.

This was his doing, wasn’t it?

He knocked you out (as apparent by the gash on the crook of your neck) and took you to a secondary location.

Maybe his own house?

With shaky legs, you got up from the mattress and crossed your arms for heat.

God, it’s cold down here.

Before you could start making your way over to the stairs, the door flew open.

The sudden movement and loud bang it created made you jump.

Leon’s head popped through the door way, eyes wide in his own sort of panic, but then immediately relaxed when he saw you.

“(Y/N)!!”

The cheerful tone of his voice made you sick.

He stumbled down the stairs after taking the time to close the door behind him. It was like he was in a hurry to reach you (adding to your wave of sickness).

“I missed you so much,” he whined, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “You we’re still asleep when I had to go to work, and I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to, and… and…”

You stood there stuff as a board as he started to sniffle.

Was he seriously going to cry?

Willing to do anything but awkwardly stand in his arms as he cried, you decided to ask more important questions. “Leon… where am I?”

His glossy eyes took a confused look; like the answer was obvious and you should know.

“Home.”

— You’re not allowed to leave the basement.

After initially waking up, you pleaded that he let you go.

“Leon, please… let me go back home..!”

“(Y/N), you are home!”

He brings you breakfast and dinner every day, usually consisting of big platters.

At first, you didn’t eat these meals.

What if he did something to them..?

But Leon noticed you weren’t eating very quickly.

“Do you feel sick? Come on, (Y/N), you have to eat..!”

It didn’t take long before he started to force feed you.

“I don’t want you going hungry,” he’d say as he shoves a piece of bread down your throat.

(At least you found out the food wasn’t poisoned or anything.)

Escape seems very slim, since the only door there has some sort of lock on the outside.

It just won’t budge, much to your despair.

And it only opens when Leon’s home…

No matter how much you begged him to let you go, he was adamant on keeping you here.

“You kept running away from me… I… I didn’t like that…”

So, the solution in his mind was to kidnap you and bring you to his own home.

So he could stare at you…

Follow you…

Sleep next to you…

All in one place.

You can’t run anymore.

He’s quite literally cornered you.

— He’s always in the basement with you.

As soon as work is over, he’ll run down the stairs and act like he hasn’t seen you in ages.

“(Y/N)!! I missed you!!”

It’s very common to see him a bit teary eyed as he holds you in his arms.

He’ll lay you both down on the mattress, inhaling your scent like a drug.

And he doesn’t even take the time to change out of his uniform…

The two of you will lay down for hours until he goes upstairs for a bit.

Then he comes back downstairs in his nightwear and lays down for bed.

And, of course, he’s got you trapped in his arms.

“I love you,” he’ll mumble. “I love you so much…”

It’s like his prayer at night.

The adoration in his tone makes you squirm.

He always has his hands on you when he’s there.

Hugging you, playing with your hair, a firm grasp on your wrist, you just can’t weasel out of his touch.

Any time you do, he just pulls you into him further.

“Stop moving so much,” he giggles.

It’s like he doesn’t even realize you’re trying to escape him…

And the staring.

God, the staring.

The thing that was your first red flag since the start of this nightmare.

His eyes are now on you every waking hour.

And he can afford to do that now, too.

You’ve gotten used to it, but it still creeps you out when you look over and see him just… staring.

Staring with that lovesick look in his eyes.

It’s as if he’s…

“A lovesick puppy.”

Just like some of the other officers told you at work.

— Making you love him is his top priority.

That’s why he gets upset when you show even the slightest bit of resistance.

Maybe you flinched when he took a step towards you.

Or pushed him away when he hugged you.

Or called him sick when he offered to bathe you.

“… You don’t love me…” he’ll whimper out as if he just realized it. “You don’t… why… why don’t you love me?!”

His brows will furrow together and his fists will clench.

“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

Was he expecting an answer from you?

“Leon… kidnapping someone isn’t going to make them love you…”

He seems to consider your words.

“… Make…” he echoed. “Make…”

The dry chuckle that left his throat petrified you.

“I… I have to make you love me… I— I need to make you love me…” he sinks down to the floor, head in his hands. “I… need you to love me… pl— please love me… love me, love me, love me—”

He’ll then lunge for you.

“LOVE ME!! I… I’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! GOD, WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

He’s got you pinned to the mattress, his head on your shoulder.

“Please… please… I love you so much… I love you— I-I love you!! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—”

You never say you love him.

You only awkwardly pet his hair, in fear of him doing something drastic…

— Your questions about the outside world are always ignored.

Anytime you ask, he acts like he didn’t hear you.

“Has anyone noticed I’ve been missing?”

He only snuggles in closer to you.

“Have I even been reported as missing?”

He begins to draw circles into your shoulder.

“What about work?”

He starts to get an irritated look on his face.

“Leon, answer me!”

“They’ll take you away from me,” he finally snaps. “I don’t want that to happen!”

Though it didn’t exactly answer your question, you could feel your stomach drop at his words.

“Someone’s going to start looking for me,” you threatened in a low tone.

He gives a blissful sigh. “No… no, they won’t…”

And, as the days go by, you start to believe that he’s right.

— He gives you gifts a lot.

Trinkets, flowers, chocolates, you name it.

He’s doing what he can to get you to love him.

Something that became very common after his first temperamental episode is him returning to work with a giddy smile on his face and a gift in his hand.

God, you’d think he’s a dog retrieving things for his owner…

Unsure, you’ll take the gift and look at it.

“Do you like it?? I picked it out just for you!”

A plastered smile will find its way on your face as you nod.

“I knew you would,” he cheers. “I love you so much!”

He’ll also begin to get you clothing as well.

While you’re grateful to finally have a change of clothes, it comes with the price of him… well… trying to bathe you.

“Leon, I can do it myself!!”

“But I wanna help…”

By the grace of god, you manage to convince him to to stay outside of the bathroom (after he carried you upstairs and you debated on making a break for it).

The bathroom is small and doesn’t have any windows to escape from, and he seemed to take the precaution of hiding away anything sharp or heavy.

You doubted hitting him with a shampoo bottle was going to work.

So, with a sigh of defeat, you began to get into the tub.

Washing yourself felt therapeutic, since you hadn’t done it in forever.

It was also a few relaxing moments to yourself without your captor crushing you in his arms.

Meaning you could plan your escape without distractions.

That sicko closes the basement door as soon as he opens it.

So… what if you wait right at the top of the stairs?

But he would probably grab you before you could slip around him…

That meant you needed something to surprise him with…

You were about to look around the bathroom again for something, anything, you could take without him noticing —

— until you saw Leon’s head poking through the door, staring at you.

“JESUS CHRIST,” you yelped.

That man has no sense of privacy…

— You requested flower vases.

You just wanted to decorate the room better, that’s all.

And what better way to do that than to showcase the flowers he would constantly give you?

… The half-dead, wilting flowers?

(Anytime you inquired if he was ever going to throw the dead ones away, he would look offended.)

(“Those are my gifts to you, (Y/N)! I would never!”)

Surely, he would comply with your request, right?

As it turns out, he actually did.

“Of course! I’ll pick some up after work tomorrow!”

Sure enough, he did.

A few big vases for the giant bouquets and a few small vases for the flowers he picked himself.

He even got you some fresh daffodils.

After watching you place your flowers around the basement, he pulled you into his lap.

“It looks great, (Y/N)!”

You gave him one of your fake smiles as he rubbed his cheek against your neck.

I just have to endure this hellhole a little longer…

— You prepared everything as soon as he left for work the next day.

He was working from 8 to 7 — you knew that — but that didn’t stop you from getting ready.

This was it.

This was the day you were escaping.

So, you emptied one of the vases of its flowers and practiced swinging it.

Different styles were attempted; you could uppercut him, smack him sideways, kick him and then hit him…

But you decided the most effective way was to just hit him on top of the head and run for it.

You might’ve looked a bit silly doing nothing but swinging an empty vase around.

But there was only one shot at taking him by surprise.

You had to make it count.

Dread built up in your chest as the hours passed by.

What if it didn’t work?

What if you missed his head and he recovers from the initial shock?

What if knows what’s your planning and is prepared?

No, you scolded yourself. This was going to work. This HAD to work.

A shaky breath left your lips.

He was due to be home any minute now.

You crept up the old stairs and stopped at the last step.

The vase you held in your iron grip trembled as you tried to keep your hands still.

Adrenaline made your heart thump in your ears.

You were getting out of here.

Even if the plan didn’t play out like you wanted it to, you were gonna fight tooth and nail to escape.

Besides, you didn’t train at the police academy for nothing.

The sound of a jingling lock made your heart rate spike; there he was.

He was home.

3…

You lifted the vase.

2…

It was now or never.

1…

The door swung open.

When his surprised face came into your field of vision, you slammed the vase down on his head.

And then you ran.

Not taking time to notice how the glass shattered into pieces or your captor’s grunt of pain, you shoved him out of the way and ran like a bat out of hell.

You bolted down the halls as your eyes scanned for an exit. A front door, a back door, an open widow for fuck’s sake, anything.

“(Y/N)!!”

Oh, fuck.

Heavy footsteps got louder, and you feared you wouldn’t be able to open the front door in time before he grabbed you.

So, you zipped up the staircase and hid in one of the rooms.

It was a dumb idea; you knew it was a dumb idea.

But what else could you do?

“(Y/N)…!! (Y/N), WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You quickly looked around the room to see that it had a window.

As quietly as you could, you rushed over to it and began to pull it open.

Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon—

You almost sobbed in relief when it was wide enough for your body to fit through.

But the drop…

It looked so far down…

2 stories looked a lot scarier when planning to actually jump.

What if you landed on your head or broke your neck?

ThumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMP.

“(Y/N)—? NO!!”

Fuck it.

You swallowed down your fears and jumped out before he could grab you.

The fall down was only 3 to 4 seconds long, which gave you little time to tighten your muscles and prepare for impact.

Hitting the ground hurt like hell and it knocked the wind out of your lungs.

In fact, you lungs felt like they were crushed.

But you remembered to cover your head, and the worst of the pain was mostly your feet and ankles.

Even so, it still took you a couple seconds before you could even move.

I lived, you cried out in your mind. Holy shit, I LIVED.

As miraculous as it sounded, you survived the fall.

Tears of relief almost began to pour down your face. A grateful sob left your lips (though it might’ve been a sob of pain) and you felt the urge to kiss the ground.

But it wasn’t time to celebrate just yet.

“(Y/N)!! OH MY GOD!! (Y/N)!!!”

You managed to look up to see Leon staring out the window, a horrified expression on his face.

He seemed to be debating on jumping out the window himself.

However, decided against it and quickly disappeared from sight.

He was coming after you.

You had to run.

Getting up was a pain in the ass; you wouldn’t be surprised if you broke a bone or two.

But you managed to crawl to your feet and stumble across the backyard.

You told yourself you were going to get out of here, and you damn well meant it.

Adrenaline was your only energy source at that point as you pushed yourself past trees and dead logs.

Running as fast as your throbbing legs would allow, you weaved through the woods.

Branches hit your broken form and leaves cut your cheeks, but you could barely feel the pain in your panicked state.

Over the logs, cut through the bushes, duck under that branch.

Those were the only thoughts that filled your mind.

You didn’t know how long you were running, but it was nightfall by the time you tripped over a lifted tree root and fell to the ground.

Get up, you told yourself. Come on, get up!!

But your body wouldn’t listen.

It was too exhausted to move.

So, you let your eyes flutter closed, hoping he wouldn’t find you tonight��

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Oh shit dude, of course you can! Also a bit more warnings than usual to go with this one. Also this turned out way longer than I had initially planned, as it's a whopping 1600+ words LMAO

TW: non-con/bone snapping/breaking down poor Leon :(

The hunt has begun, and you don’t move just yet. You take a moment to observe the rotting white picket fence, the swing-set behind having rusted due to neglect. The lay of this realm is not entirely unknown to you, yet it is not quite known either, and as such, you recall previous trials held here as a way to sink back into the zone, back into the game. You then move, slinking around corners and the like searching for prey.

As you tread towards the basement of the school, a faint scrape against concrete catches your ear, and you’re striding towards the sound, your knuckles taut against the hold of your weapon, a slight tremble rippling along your hand in anticipation. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, you scan the room, your eyes narrowing behind the mask. The generator’s cogs slowly pump up and down, indicating that someone had been working on it, although for not too long, given the lack of progress. You plant a firm kick against the machine, watching the sparks fly up before silence persists once more.

You’re ready to leave, to search elsewhere when you hear a slight squeak from behind you. Your head shoots up, and you pounce upon the assailant immediately, pressing your knee against their chest and a braced hand above their head. Having gained the upper hand, you focus on the survivor beneath you, your eyes skimming their face.

A young, smooth face grimaces up at you, and you immediately recognize the body beneath you: Leon Kennedy, the most recent survivor to the realms. His eyes are pinned to your mask as he struggles, his hand curled into a fist against the collar of your shirt, a desperate attempt at control. His bangs hang in his eyes, his rapid breaths causing them to sway ever so slightly, and a strange, human part of you wants to brush it aside, to look him fully in the eyes. The notion is quickly discarded in favor of darker, more perverse thought to take form.

Your hand is moving on its own accord, and the survivor jerks away once your hand makes contact with his stomach, his eyebrows pinching upwards.

“What are you--” you ignore him, slipping your palm underneath the dark fabric, resting your skin against Leon’s own, reveling in the slight shivers that break out along his skin. You lower your knee from his chest and place it against his arm, leaning forward to apply more pressure. The survivor sucks a pained breath, his tummy flinching away from your hand. You cluck your tongue, displeased, as you then sink your nails into his flesh, the skin puncturing where your claws meet abdomen, crimson dribbling. A choked, strangled sound leaves him, and he heaves, ready to scream when fingers plunge into his mouth, his throat contracting around the digits. Leon flails, gripping harder against your shirt, as a way to stop you, beg you to cease this.

Before the thought of biting can even cross his mind, you snarl, “Bite me, and I’ll tear your throat.” The look that crosses Leon’s face is one of pure, unfiltered terror.

It only spurs you on.

Leon moans (or perhaps, groans) as you move your hand away from his stomach, blood coating the tips of your fingers. You watch it cascade along your skin, your eyes tracing the stains it leaves behind. Something wet flexes around your other claws, and, remembering its current occupation, you rip them from the survivor’s mouth. Your lips twitch a bit at the coughing that ensues, your eyes locked on the drool that drips over his lips. You watch him a moment, leaning more of your weight against his outstretched arm, pondering how to keep him here while also granting you the ability to move around freely. You come to a solution shortly.

In a fluid motion, you slam your knee against his arm, your ears perking up at the decisive snap! that follows. Leon’s mouth rips open, a cry ready to be released when you smash your forehead against his nose, a crack ringing out as wood meets bone. The cry is silenced, and Leon’s head slumps forward, his eyes squeezed shut as a blotched red mark forms, viscera raining down the bottom half of his face. Incoherent groans fall from his lips, and after taking a moment to ensure that he is, in fact, not going anywhere, you lower him back down, removing both your hands and knee away from him. You move your attention downwards, your mind set on how this encounter will play out.

Your hands move quickly and efficiently, fingers tugging against zippers and fabric until Leon’s groin is revealed, his cock limp as you rake your eyes over it. You glance upwards, watching as he makes no sound about his current predicament, his hands still pressed against his nose as whimpers leave him in shaky exhales. Despite knowing he most likely will not remember this once he is sacrificed, you still only push your mask to bare the lower half of your face. Slowly, you press your mouth against the head of his cock, and grip at the shaft with one of your hands, and after a brief, fleeting minute, you take him in your mouth. Your eyes snap back to Leon when he squeals, his head shooting upwards. He looks down at you in horror, and just as he’s reaching to push you away, you shove your head downwards, your mouth reaching the base. A sharp inhale leaves Leon and he trembles, torn as to what to do and you take the opportunity to move now, your hand gripping against his hips as you suck him off. The sounds he is making only arouse you more, and you move faster, allowing yourself to choke a bit despite the need to remain in complete and utter control of the situation. Leon’s a mess, his hands clenching against the concrete below, his hips shaking against your palms; as for whether it’s from fear, lust, or perhaps a sickening blend of both, you can’t be sure.

“...stop....i’m gonn..a..” Leon pants, and at this admittance you tear your face away from him, pushing your mask down to cover your face fully as Leon sobs, shivering as his cock twitches. You let him sit there and cry for a moment as you rid yourself of your undergarments, kicking away the fabric as you press your knees against his sides, leaning your weight against his midriff, watching as he struggles. The intensity of his straining has lessened significantly from before; as for whether it’s due to exhaustion or simply giving up, you couldn’t care less.

You lift yourself up, keeping your eyes trained on Leon as you watch him sputter, his jaw clenching as you grasp his dick, hovering over it as you ready yourself. He begins to sit up, pushing upwards with his good arm as you sink down on him in a single motion, your hole enveloping his dick immediately. Any resistance the survivor once had is vaporized, as a lewd, wet moan breaks from him, his eyes pinched shut as a heavy blush settles over his skin. The shivers increase tenfold, and despite how he presses a hand over his mouth to smother the noise, you know you’ve successfully broken him. Now, a smile splitting your lips, the true fun begins.

Pressing one hand against his chest, you lift yourself up before slamming your hips back down once more, setting a merciless pace as you chase down your own pleasure, uncaring in how your survivor is feeling. With your other hand, you grip his hand away from his mouth, his eyes snapping open as you drive your fingers into his throat once more, flexing the digits roughly to get him to choke against them.

Any coherent thoughts are completely gone, as you savagely force yourself down harder, Leon’s cock nailing the right spot time and time again. Simultaneously, you keep your fingers pressed in his mouth, relishing in the way his tongue inadvertently slides against the skin, as if he were subconsciously seeking out the contact. You start to unravel at the edges, and a familiar, scorching heat settles in your belly, and as such, you rip your hands away, missing the way that Leon convulses at the sudden movement. The warmth starts to loosen, and before it can spill, you wrap your fingers around his throat, a wildness to your movement as you squeeze, observing Leon’s face as he sputters, his hand clawing against your arms, desperate to escape, to live.

You don’t allow it.

The coil snaps and a groan reverberates through you, your hips fully coming to a stop as you take a moment to catch your breath, your hands slacking against Leon’s throat. You move, finally, unflinching in the way that his cock slides out of you, nor the way that slick spills down your legs. You dress yourself in a course that is neither fast nor is it slow, and once you’ve finished, you turn back towards Leon. He’s still bare from the hips down, and you catch yourself studying the fluid that coats his thighs. A satisfied feeling swells in you, and you start to turn until you see his face, or rather lack of.

Leon’s good arm is covering his eyes, and the broken one lays in the same position as before, bent in a way that should not be bent. Despite the blood having been long dried, a rosy bruise peeks out, as well as his nose being slightly crooked from the hit earlier. Something shiny runs along the edge of his jaw, and upon further study, you realize it’s tears.

You move forward, towards him, before stopping yourself, clenching a fist. This isn’t you; you don’t coddle nor comfort. You could care less about some survivor; you only did this because you could. Right?

Unwilling to face such a confrontation, you leave, your ears drowning out the pitiful cries that leave your survivor.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #dbd x reader #dbd writing #prophet writes #prophet answers #tw: noncon #tw: gore #*throws this and scurries back into my little cave*

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