#yan!leon kennedy

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SCREAMING CREAMING IM SO SO READY PIXEL YOU GOD IM GONNA KISS YOU SO HARD

There's Nowhere to Run (Part 1)

Sequel to There's No Escape | Part II of the Darkside series

Summary: Five years have passed since your harrowing escape from the clutches of your deranged ex-boyfriend. You believe he's dead, giving you the peace of mind to get back into the dating scene. You seem to have bad luck, however, as each date seems to ghost you afterwards. Little do you know, there is something more sinister going on...

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: yandere!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: Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, extreme acts of violence, blood, murder, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of miscarriage. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A/N: Daddy's back! I honestly got a good chuckle every time someone thought the ending of There's No Escape was a happy one 🤭

Welcome back to the madness!

Dustin’s eyes open slowly, wincing when a sharp pain shoots through his skull. Wherever he was, it was dark and dingy, the only light from a single light that hung from the ceiling, casting an eerie yellow glow on the place. He quickly realizes that he’s hanging from something, his hands and feet bound. He tries to talk, but there is something in his mouth; he’s been gagged. He tries to recall the events that led him to his current predicament.

He had gone out to dinner with a girl he met on a dating site. The date had gone really well, she seemed really nice. He had been walking back out to his car when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he only saw a dark figure before he was punched repeatedly in the head, knocking him out…

Dustin hears a low chuckle come from the darkness ahead of him in the room, his blood running cold. His eyes adjust, seeing a man sitting in a folding chair, playing with a knife in his hand.

“Oh good! You’re finally awake!” the man says, standing up from the chair.

Dustin watches as the man walks into the light. Dustin tries his best to remember this man’s facial features: Tall, short asymmetrically parted dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is wearing a dark leather jacket that has white horizontal stripes on the sleeves, jeans, boots and a button down shirt beneath the jacket.

The man playfully tosses the knife, catching it in his hand over and over as he approaches Dustin.

“Do you know why I’ve brought you here?” the man asks, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

Dustin shakes his head, his body trembling in fear as the man stands before him, staring at him like a predator eyeing his prey.

“Because, asshole, you touched my property.”

Dustin raises an eyebrow at him, what the fuck is this guy talking about?

The man kneels slightly so he’s eye level with Dustin, “she’s pretty isn’t she? That girl you met at the bar?”

Is that what this is about? That girl I went on a date with?

“That’s my pretty little princess and she’s really special to me,” the man says, standing back up, glaring down at Dustin, “she’s also the mother of my baby.”

Baby? She never mentioned having a baby…

The man grips Dustin by the chin, forcing him to look up at the man. The man brings the knife up to the side of Dustin’s face, slipping the blade under the cloth gag and cutting it off. Dustin immediately spits in the man’s face when the gag falls out of his mouth. The man closes his eyes, takes a deep breath before wiping the spit off his face. He opens his eyes again; Dustin thinks he is staring at Death himself as the most sinister grin appears on the man’s face.

“Struggle all you want, trash, you’re not getting out of here alive anyway.”

Dustin’s eyes widen in fear, his breaths becoming heavy as his eyes dart around the room. In the dim light, he realizes that old blood coats the walls. Dustin panics, struggling against his restraints keeping him suspended from the ceiling as he starts screaming.

“That’s right, my stupid friend, you’re not the first,” the man says, placing a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, “and you won’t be the last.”

With one swift motion, the man plunges his knife into Dustin’s gut. He cries out, blood gushing from his mouth as the man proceeds to stab him over and over and over, a crazed look in his eyes as he does so. Finally, the man takes the blade, dragging it across Dustin's throat, blood spraying all over the man and his clothes as Dustin’s body goes limp.

The last thing Dustin hears is the man’s low chuckle.

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“Ghosted again…” 

You let out a sigh as you stare at your phone while you’re sitting in your car on your lunch break, several unanswered texts over the last few days staring back at you. Dustin seemed like such a nice guy, you never expected him to pull a stunt like this. You were starting to get discouraged, every guy you had gone on a date with in the last six months since you moved to Seattle, has ghosted you. Granted, it was only three guys, but still. You were finally in a place where you felt comfortable putting yourself out there to start dating again; you never imagined it’d be this hard. 

You scroll through your phone's contacts, finding the number for your friend, Jill Valentine and pressing the call button before placing the phone up to your ear. Jill answers promptly.

“Hey girl! What’s going on?”

“Hey Jill…” you start, your voice taking on a morose tone.

“What’s the matter?” Jill asks.

“Guess who got ghosted… again…”

You hear Jill sigh on the other end, “I am so sorry. What was his name? Dustin, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Jesus… you’ve just had terrible luck with men lately, haven’t you?”

“You’re telling me…”

You haven’t told Jill about what happened to you five years ago, and you weren’t planning on it. You did everything in your power to forget Leon Kennedy. You saw no benefit in telling her about him, especially considering that he’s dead. Despite this, Leon still haunts your dreams, nightly you have night terrors about him, something that no amount of therapy or meds is going to get rid of.

“Let’s do this, I have some things I need to finish up here, but let’s meet up at that cute burger place that just opened up after you get out of work, what do you think of that?” Jill asks.

“Yeah… I’d like that,” you say, smiling, “Thank you, Jill…”

“You’re welcome! I’ll see if Rebecca wants to come, too! Talk to you soon!”

“See ya later, Jill!” you say, hanging up your phone. 

You glance down at your watch, it’s just about time to go back inside and finish out the rest of your shift. You step out of your car, making sure you lock it before you go back inside. As you walk back in, a chill goes up your spine and you stop, turning around to gaze behind you. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off, turning back around and walking into the building.

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You walk into the restaurant that Jill told you about earlier that day, it was crowded, having just opened a few days ago. Your eyes scan the room until they settle on Jill and Rebecca seated in a booth over in the corner. You wave, quickly making your way over and sitting with them.

“Sorry I’m late! I’ve been working on this project at work and I had a line of code that was going to make me throw a computer into the sun,” you say as you sit down.

“Hey no worries! You’re here now, that’s what matters!” Jill says, patting you on the shoulder, “we went ahead and ordered you a burger, I hope that’s ok.”

“More than ok, I’m famished!” you reply before looking over at Rebecca, “how have you been, Professor, Chambers?”

Rebecca’s face turns beet red, she had just started teaching at a college in Chicago but was here visiting Jill, “I’ve been great actually. So… I hear you got ghosted again… I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok, it seems to be my luck lately. I’ll give it a couple weeks before I try again. Give myself time to focus on myself.”

Both Jill and Rebecca nod at your statement as your food arrives. The waitress sets your plates down in front of each of you before you all start digging in. 

“So…” you begin, finishing chewing the bite of burger you took, “how are things with you and, what’s his name…? Chris!”

Jill lets out a laugh, “Complicated, as usual. Chris is very much focused on work and not much else. He’s always been like that, even when we were in the S.T.A.R.S. unit for Raccoon Police.”

You nearly choke on your burger, “wait… did you just say Raccoon Police?”

“Sure did, I was a cop there right up until the incident, same with Rebecca, she was on S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team,” Jill explains as she continues eating.

“Yup,” Rebecca chimes in, “I was a field medic. Jill here was our ‘lock expert.’”

What are the fucking odds that these two were on the Raccoon Police Department… you think to yourself.

“I… um… used to know someone who was a police officer in Raccoon City…” you say hesitantly.

“Really?! No fucking shit…” Jill says, leaning towards you with her elbows resting on the table as she eats her burger.

You nod before continuing, “he… unfortunately died five years ago in a hiking accident.”

Both Jill and Rebecca gasp before Jill replies, “Shit... what was his name? I probably knew him.”

You feel your stomach churn, thinking of Leon is unbearable, “I… don’t really want to talk about it…”

Jill holds her hands up, immediately dropping the subject, “hey, no problem. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No it’s fine,” you say, “what… exactly happened in Raccoon City, anyway? Everyone seems to be really hush, hush about it.”

Jill lets out a sigh, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before she speaks, “It began with us investigating a series of attacks and murders in the Arklay Mountains, just Northwest of the city, when my unit encountered a mansion that was swarmed with… zombies…”

Your eyes widen as Jill speaks, recalling back to the report you had read while Leon held you captive.

Rebecca chimes in, “come to find out, that mansion was a testing facility for bioweapons owned by the Umbrella Corporation.”

Jill nods at Rebecca before continuing, “not only that, but they had a research facility deep underground below Raccoon City, one of their viruses had gotten out, infecting the city’s rat population, which, in turn, infected the entire city.”

You listen to Jill intently, leaning slightly forward in your seat.

“Umbrella, in an attempt to cover up the outbreak, sent in B.O.W.s called ‘Tyrants’ to kill any survivors they find. They had a special one, called Nemesis, sent to wipe out members of S.T.A.R.S. specifically. I almost didn’t make it out alive,” Jill continues.

“Wait, so were both you and Chris in Raccoon City during this outbreak?” you ask, taking a bite out of your burger.

Jill shakes her head, “Chris was in Europe tracking down a man named Albert Wesker. He was the former leader of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, my unit. What we didn’t know was that he was secretly a researcher for Umbrella and that he was using us to test out the T-Virus when we stumbled into that mansion.”

“Jesus…”

“Chris did manage to finally take him out in 2009, although I don’t really want to go into the details…” Jill's voice trails off, her face making a pained expression.

“That’s fine, you don’t need to if you don’t want to,” you say as you finish up your burger. 

Rebecca continues, “Only a small group of people were able to get out of Raccoon City before the government stepped in and decided to nuke the city in order to sweep the outbreak under the rug.”

You blink a few times at Rebecca’s words, So that’s what that report meant when it said ‘nuclear sterilization’...

“Now, Chris and I are part of the North American branch of the BSAA, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance,” Jill says, “all that probably sounds insane…”

“Honestly,” you say, looking up at Jill, “it doesn’t.”

The rest of the evening is spent relaxing and catching up with each other; you don’t get to see Jill and Rebecca all too often given their work they do. Your thoughts can’t help but drift to Leon, as much as it pains you. You think back to that violent reaction he had to you playing that video game that had zombies in it, how the events of Raccoon City clearly traumatized him.

You mentally shake him off your thoughts; that was no excuse for the way he treated you. He’s dead now, and you hoped that he found peace in death that he never found in life. 

If only you knew how wrong you were.

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Several weeks later…

It’s late in the evening, you walk up to your apartment in downtown Seattle, unlocking the door and stepping inside, prompting locking the door afterwards. You set your keys down in a dish that sat on an entryway table before you discard your purse and sweater on a coat rack nearby. You have a smile on your face, you had just had a rather successful first day with a nice man named Brett. He was a software engineer; treated you to a nice meal at a high end Italian restaurant. The other three guys ghosting you had been worth it to meet this guy. 

But that got you thinking, it was awfully strange that all three of those guys ghosted you. Once is bad, twice is weird but not unheard of, but three times in a row? You can’t shake your uneasiness and you weren’t tired either, so you go into your office, sit at your desk and pull your phone out of your pocket, dialing Jill.

Jill’s answers, clearly in the middle of working, “Hey… what’s going on?”

“Jill, I’m so sorry for bothering you. I… I need you to look up some stuff for me. If I give you names, is there, like, a database you can put them into to see if you find anything?”

“Yeah, I can,” you hear Jill pull out a chair and start typing on a computer, “hit me.”

“Justin True.” 

You hear Jill typing for a moment before she speaks, “Let’s see here… interesting! Justin True; he was reported missing about six months ago.”

You feel your heart start to race, you clear your throat and give her the next name, “Jason Baxter?”

You hear more typing, “Odd… also reported missing, this time, three months ago.”

You close your eyes, trying hard to not lose your cool, “Dustin Abernathy?”

You hear Jill start typing once more until you hear her gasp, “His family just reported him missing three weeks ago. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I need to call Brett… thank you Jill!” you say, hanging up on Jill and dialing Brett’s number.

At first it rings and goes to voicemail, making your blood run cold. You call him again, thankfully, this time he picks up.

“Hey! Didn’t expect to hear from you this soon! I’m glad I made a good first impression!”

“Hey Brett, sorry for bothering you, I… I just wanted to check on you, that’s all.” you say, the relief clear in your voice.

“Aw that’s sweet of you! Well, I’m happy to report that I’m alive and well, can’t wait to see you again, actually.”

You let out a nervous laugh, “yeah likewise. Listen… if… if you see anything strange or… anyone strange, please let me know, ok?”

“Yeah sure, of course! Is everything ok?”

You pace back and forth in your office, debating on whether or not you say anything to him. You decide not to worry him.

“Yeah… I… I was just reading about break ins in the newspaper and got worried, that’s all.”

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“Well, not to worry, everything’s fine over here,” Brett says, sitting on his couch in his apartment across town, watching TV, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll text you in the morning, how’s that sound? Yeah? Alright, have a good night, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

He hangs up, putting his phone in his pocket when there’s a sudden knock on his apartment door. 

“Who the fuck is that at this hour?” 

Brett waits for a moment, hoping that whoever was at the door would move on if he didn’t answer it. Unfortunately, the knocking continues and it is loud and very insistent.

“Ugh… fine… I’m coming!” Brett calls out as he gets up from the couch. 

He walks up to his apartment door, unlocking it and opening it, where he’s met with the barrel of a pistol pointing directly at his head.

[elfven-blog]

Something Missing

Summary: You cockwarm Leon while he reads your missing person poster

Yan!Leon Kennedy x F!reader

CW: Cockwarming, yandere Leon(you were taken), p in v, hickies, breeding, Daddy kink, female reader anatomy. 

Word count:1.4K

One of the corners of Leon’s mouth turned up, his hand smoothing at your back before moving down to sink his fingers into the flesh of your ass causing you to whine and move your hips before he hushes you. His hand kneading at the soft flesh as he coaxes you back into a syrupy state of mind, clenching his jaw before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he feels your warmth pulse around his cock. The paper in his hand crinkling slightly.

With his lips still on your head, he brought the paper closer “Look sweet bunny, they got that bit wrong didn’t they?” Your head turned from where it was buried in his neck to look at the paper in his hand. The big red ‘MISSING’ was the first thing you saw, your eyes travelling down the words and pictures of you sprawled along in a fine font. Searching for what he had pointed out.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you nodded in agreement with him, his hips rutting his cock up into you as you did so “mhmm, wasn’t wearing that daddy” he pressed another kiss to the crown of your forehead, hand still massaging at your ass. But when you moved your own hips, his hand hit with a sharp pain.

“Now now, my sweet girl, you’re meant to sit there and keep daddy warm till he decides he’s ready” You nodded as your head rested against his chest again as he soothed you to stay still again, biting your lip as the feeling of how stretched you are but its for nothing as he readjusts your positions on his office chair and the tip of his cock bumps against the opening of your womb. Hand gripping at the shirt around his waist as you nuzzle into him.

“Sorry, daddy just had to move his leg” a flimsy excuse to enjoy the reactions he got from you. After working so hard on your training the past few years he deserved little moments like this, with your soft warmth surrounding him and being so good for him. He had even been able to take you out into the garden yesterday, he was proud of you for behaving. Even if it had taken a while to get here.

His hand dropped the poster slightly as he tipped your chin up so he could look at your face, the needy look in your eyes could have made him come right then and there. His thumb swiping at your bottom lip, his irises swallowing the colour of his eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to your mouth. Tongue dipping passed your lips to taste at you, your eyes closing as you pressed yourself closer and your hands moved up to wrap around his shoulders.

When he pulled away you followed slightly, chasing that taste again and causing the grin to grow on his face again. His thumb wiping the saliva from your lip “Think I should frame this, bunny, keep it on the desk in my office” a blush covers your cheeks, the idea of the missing poster in his office with all the other pictures he had taken over the few years you had been together. They all stayed in his home office mind, especially with some showing more skin than others.

The way you blushed at things like this, how you would press your thighs and your breath would hitch when he touched you made him giddy. It hadn’t always been like this. There was a time when you would scream so loud he had to move you to a different location, a time when you’d leave him covered in deep scratch marks and bites…you stopped that after realising it only had a different reaction than you wanted. No that only led to him fucking you into the mattress.

Leon decided that you had wanted long enough, you’d been a good girl, letting him finish some work and not even mentioning anything off limits on the poster. He dropped the poster on the floor, moving his hands to take your legs and placing you on the desk. A high whine leaving you as his cock slid out. He quietly shushed you as he got out of the chair, moving the stuff behind you so you could lay back against the wood.

His hands kept your thighs apart, the sight of your pussy dripping onto the desk and down to the floor. Just watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, and the slick covered the darkened wood caused a groan to leave him and it didn’t take long for him to push into you. Slowly at first, just so his sweet girl could adjust to him and so he could feel every pulse and clench.

His fingers bruise into your thighs, and even though you try to watch knowing how much he liked when you watched the way he stretched you out and pumped into you, your head fell back to rest on the desk as you gripped at the edge. A frustrated noise sounding from you as he stopped moving.

“Daddy, please. Need you to move, want it so bad” Smugness filled his chest at the sound, begging like that always got you what you wanted, and it worked this time too. His hips set a punishing pace, chasing his own high rather than focusing on you. The desk moving under the both of you as it hit the wall, the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

With the angle and how he was holding you, the fat head of his cock rammed at your cervix and the squelching reaching his ears only fuelled him to fuck into you faster. His body bent over you, pressing his weight onto your body as his lips connected with the skin of your neck. Tongue moving to lick at your neck before he bit into the softness on the pulse point, a mark already forming as he sucked a bruise there.

The fringe of his hair tickled at you as he moved to leave more marks along your neck and shoulders, still bullying his cock into you before moving one of his hands up your thigh. He pinched at the inner skin, grinning at the squeal you let out before his hand continued moving. He finger dipping between your pussy lips, gathering some of the wetness and sliding to circle your clit. The other hands pressing your thigh down again as they twitched to close.

“Look so pretty like this, whiny and needy for daddy while he uses you” you could only moan in response, and he took one of your nipples into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it in the same motion he was using with his fingers. All of the sensations causing your hips to buck as you tried to squirm away a little. His one hand moving to your shoulder to keep you where he wanted you.

“Such a pretty bunny, you’ll look even better once daddy’s bred you honey” His hips never letting up the pace as he felt that familiar tightening in his core, and the way you pulsed around his cock while his balls felt heavier than before. Leon moved to stand up again so he could see your face, enjoying the blissed look on your face as your mind emptied of nothing but him. A small whimper leaving you as you gushed around his cock, leaking onto the desk and soaking his jeans.

His hand finally moving from your thighs as he brought it up to hold your jaw. Forcing your mouth open as your tongue immediately lolling out passed your lips for him, your legs clenching around his waist as he rode out your orgasm and into overstimulation. His eyes darkened from lust as he leant over you, spit drooling down from his mouth and into your parted ones and your eyes fluttered shut as your hips bucked up to meet his.

His hips stopped moving, pressing closer to you and your legs locked him in there. He leant over you again, spitting into your mouth as he filled you with hot ropes of cum. And he finally leans all of his weight on you as his head rests on your shoulder, arms either side of your head as he encases you in. Leon goes to move so he can help clean you up but is stopped by a noise of discontent and legs pulling him back in, his hand coming to pat at your hair.

What a good bunny. You know exactly what he likes.

[arachne4]

Yan Leon who's basically a puppy, who can't be without you or else he can't function. Who needs you to constantly praise him, to let him know how much you love him, who just likes to hold you, just likes to be in your presence.

[ambienangel-u]

I love my husband so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much so much

(I’ll have to replace my phone case of him with one that fits my new phone, but I also want a kangel case, I wish I could combine them)

[elfven-blog]

Pls ween i love it so much, im so feral, it so so good. I’m gonna be thinking about this all weekend, i can tell

Bee's fic inspired me to finally get this one out of the drafts😵‍💫

On a day of freedom, Leon takes you to a donut shop, one that has your missing posters.

CW Yan!Leon, Smut, PinV, kidnapping, non/dub-con, Leon being a dick.

Two months of monotonous hell and not a chance of escape.

Waking up, the sun began filtering through the blinds, painting the room a soft, orange hue.

Carefully steadying your breath, you lift your head off Leon's chest to glance at the clock.

Too early, don't wake him up.

You slowly lay back down, gazing at him. His features were so peaceful in the golden morning light, highlighted by sunbeams that danced through the window and made him look almost angelic. A small smile touched your lips as you let yourself imagine a different possibility that was much sweeter than this one.

If only you had met him normally. If only he had just asked you out on a small coffee date, you would have said yes in a heartbeat; he was everything you were looking for.

Your body tenses as his hand rubs your back, pulling you out of your musings.

So close

"Good morning" his sleepy voice croaked.

"Good morning; how'd you sleep?" 

"The best in a while, thanks to you."

His hand continues to leave feather-light touches; as much as you want to hate him for what he's done to you, a part of you is drawn to him. Maybe it's his charm because he made sure he's the only person you have left, and you craved interaction.

He pulls you in for a kiss; His lips are soft and warm.

You know that you have to play along in order to survive. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he deepens the kiss you can taste last night's alcohol on his breath but ignore it. It's better to pretend that you're enjoying this, better to keep up the façade that you're falling for him. 

Gently rolling into the soft mattress, you pull him over you; he stares into your eyes, laced with slight confusion, waiting for the resistance he was sure to come like it always did; when it didn't, a small smile creeps across his face.

Cupping his face, you pull him in for another kiss, heart pounding in your chest as his hands move to your hips; he deepens the embrace, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine as your fingers entwined in his hair.

You lean into his touch as his fingers glide to your thighs with an electrifying tenderness, teasing you with the barest graze.

He runs a finger along your slit, drinking in the quiet moan that leaves you as he dips into your already soaked slit, your hips rolling into his hand.

"Please..."

"Shh...Be a good girl and take this for me."

He pumps another finger inside you, curling it rhythmically. His thumb rubs circles against your clit.

You throw your head back, pushing over the edge, bucking against his hand. He works you through your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers, bringing you down gently.

Groaning at the divine sight of your head pushed into the pillows, mouth opening in a silent cry, he pulls his fingers free before shoving them into your mouth.

"Suck."

You hazily comply, closing your lips around his digits and swirling your tongue over them sloppily. His breath shudders, cock twitching against you as his fingers thrust between your lips, fucking them into your mouth.

He pulls them free, pulling your lip down as he grins. "Good girl."

You whimper as his fingers knead your thighs again, parting them wide before settling himself in between them.

His cock slips up against your dripping cunt, slicking along your folds. His hand settles on your hip, pressing down firmly as he guides himself inside you.

You whine, toes curling as he pushes in

His eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you again and again.

"Fuck- you feel so good"

His words are mumbled, his head coming down to rest on your shoulder as his hips thrust into you, moving your fingertips to slide over his shoulder and down his back, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

His hips snap forward, your lips parting in a breathy moan as his cock drags over your walls, and you clench around him.

"I'm not gonna last if you keep that up"

You feel his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look up, sweat dripping from his temple. You kiss him softly and he groans, his thrusting picking up again.

"Gonna make me cum acting all sweet like that" nipping at your skin as he drives into you.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. You can feel the tightening in your abdomen, your core clenching around him.

His cock twitches, dragging over you in thick, pulsing thrusts as his moans grow louder and louder in your ear.

His voice cracks as you feel his cock throb, a groan muffled into your skin as he pumps you full.

You tremble, arching your back as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, his mouth on your neck as his thrusts slow. His soft moans in your ear are muffled by his teeth scraping your skin.

"Fuck" his hips stop as he falls against you; you can feel the thud of his steady heartbeat against your chest.

You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself sink further into the pillows as your eyes close.

The room falls quiet, you both taking the time to catch your breaths. His head shifts, nuzzling to your shoulder before he lifts himself up onto his hands, kissing you softly as he pulls himself free from you. You shudder at the feeling.

"Come on, let's go shower," he murmurs, his voice low.

Letting him help you out of bed before he leads you into the bathroom, running the hot water before stepping in with you.

Pulling you close as the hot water pours down over both of you. You sink against him, leaning into his chest as his hands slide down your back to your hips.

"Isn't it much more enjoyable when you behave?" he teases, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Finishing the shower, you turn off the water and step out, handing him a towel as you do. He dries himself, then helps dry you, letting his hands wander over your body again.

"I have to go to work now, but I'll let you stay up here, alright?."

you nod

He waits a second, expecting you to continue talking. He's slightly annoyedby your lack of response

"I have a special plan for tonight as a reward." He pulls you in for a final hug; then he lets go.

You watch him get dressed, admiring how the suit hugs his form. You've seen him wear it a few times now, and it looks good on him. When he's finished, he looks over at you.

"Don't disappoint me."

You wave him goodbye as he leaves. 

The thought of escaping crossed your mind, but you hardly think you could make it very far considering you had no idea where you were. so you tuck the idea away for now, not wanting to dwell on hopelessness of your situation on your free day.

You get dressed in one of the outfits he laid on the dresser for you.

The day was long, so you do the next best thing and explore.

You sit on the couch, flipping through channel after channel, not finding anything you really want to watch, you make your way to the bedroom and start looking through everything, theres bound to be something for you to do

you find books and magazines, but nothing worth wile.

You opt to just lay in bed, maybe he'll bring you something to do next time if you'd ask him nicely.

You wake up to light pushing on your shoulder, in your groggy state you slap it away alot harder than you intended to

"That wasn't very nice of you."

his dark voice ripped you from your sleep, shooting up, you apologize profusely not wanting to end up on his bad side when you did so well all day.

"Fix yourself up and meet me at the door."

His was being short, which meant he wasn't happy. the nasty feeling of dread sinks in the pit of your stomach and stays there like a stone.

The car ride was awkward, the silence hung heavy and it wasn't going to be you that brakes it, the running air conditioning being the only grace.

He takes you to a small donut shop you've never heard of; he ushers you to a small booth in the corner. 

Shuffling into the seat facing the wall, you glance around; it is cozy.

Without giving you much time to adjust, he pushes the newspaper towards you, his expression unchanging.

"Look under there."

Furrowing your brows, you pull the newspaper to the side

It takes you a second to process what you're looking at.

You stand transfixed on the poster, eyes widening as you absorb its vivid red and black colour

you know the face is supposed to be you, but the person that stares back looks nothing like what stands in front of the mirror anymore; it's a haunting reminder of the life taken from you, a life he took in a matter of seconds.

The rage boiling within your veins sears your skin from the inside out.

No wonder he let you come with him today; he wanted you to realize just how unrecognizable you had become. The fight was over.

Your eyes sting with tears; you don't even care enough to try and wipe them away, the tear splashing onto the paper, seeping into it so the ink bleeds slightly when you run your thumb over your printed-out face.

"Be good" his voice heavy with expectation

It wasn't a choice; it was a demand.

He expected obedience: not an answer or a sound out of you.

Sliding out of the booth, he makes his way to the counter.

Clutching the poster to your chest, you slump into yourself; the once spacious room feels like it's suffocating you. You take a deep breath, just wishing there was some way you could wake up from this nightmare.

Pushing the poster back under the paper and shoving it as far away from you as possible, you can't stand to look at it anymore. 

"That bad, huh?"

his voice breaks through your misery, along with the clanging of the tray on the table and clinking of the glass as he sets yours in front of you

Looking at the tray, a donut. You haven't had sweets in a while, so you should be excited, especially since he kept you on the bare minimum to keep you complacent.

Grabbing one of the donuts, he takes a bite before speaking, pulling the poster back into your view and taunting you.

"It's so sad, isn't it? A poor helpless girl, just up and gone with no one to find her" his faux 'concern' dripped with sarcasm

"I wonder what happened to her. Cut up on the side of the road, perhaps? Or maybe floating down some river with weights attached to her ankles."

He took a sip of his drink with an overtly faked smile

He kept going

"Or maybe, she just ran away to live a happy life with her loving husband, so he can protect her from all the dangers in the world; I like that option much more. Now eat your donut."

Staring at him unblinking as he shoved the donut closer to you,

you felt a deep sense of disgust for the man sitting across from you.

"Eat, or we're cutting our little date short."

You know that disobedience never ends well. So you reluctantly take a bite of the donut; normally, it would be a welcome taste, but this time it makes your stomach churn, the sweetness of the pastry contrasts heavily with the bitterness of your thoughts

can you live a life where you are constantly under the control of a monster?

You take a deep breath, trying to push away these negative thoughts.

Finishing the donut, you put the plate back on the tray; he finishes the last of his coffee and places the cup down.

"It's time to go now."

You trailed behind him like the loyal pet he had trained to listen and respond. You wished you could defy him, but you knew that any resistance would only lead to more hurt and after today, there's no fight left in you, nothing but a gnawing emptiness of a life you can never live.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

American Psycho Killer

Summary: Leon S. Kennedy, a man who’s taken his duty of protection very seriously. He’ll do anything to ensure the safety of people, especially the safety of one particular girl.

Warning: stalking, murdering, mentions of planned murder, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, gore (kinda), death, masturbation (m receiving), smut, creampie, yan!leon, not proofread lol, fem reader, psychopathic.

A/N: I did my research for this as I wanted this to sound a little spooky teehee :3

[part two]

“I got you under my skin” - Mirotic, TVXQ!

Psychopath vs. Sociopath. The popular argument in between psychologists.

Leon never really cared enough to get himself checked out but there were signs. He didn’t feel empathy for others, his moves were calculated and he’s highly educated. He has a well paying career, he pretends to be this normal guy when in reality, he’s psychopathic.

What defines a psychopath apart from a sociopath? Psychopaths, at least in Leon’s case, cannot form established bonds with others. He doesn’t feel guilt or sad when he sees a person die by his hands.

His job already requires him to kill so this was an easy feat. He doesn’t care. He can’t feel anything.

He couldn’t feel anything until you came along.

Leon lived in this apartment complex just downtown of a city in the state. The apartment was big and had security cameras all around. It was well guarded and the people were kind.

When he saw the new neighbor move in, he felt weird. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you from the window of his apartment loft. He was growing suspicious at his behavior. Why did his chest feel warm? Why is his heart beating fast? Why are his hands sweating?

He didn’t know. Up to this point he didn’t feel anything but you brought something to him and it made him uneasy. So he decided to keep an eye on you.

Days passed after you moved in and you settled just fine. The old lady at the end of the hall brought you cookies, a sweet old lady. She talked to Leon a few times and he didn’t think much of her other than just as his neighbor. Nothing more.

But if you were to ask him what he thought of you? Oh boy, he thought a lot of things. Both good and bad.

Being a psychopath isn’t praised in society. Only 1% of the population is considered one and no one knew he belonged to that percentage. And he’d like to keep it that way; his excuse for his behavior was his job. He always left early in the morning and came back late at night. A manipulator and a liar is what he was, and a very good one.

He’s seen you leave your apartment from time to time. You’d take out the trash, went out with your friends- he’s seen everything you do.

Leon isn’t stupid, he’s attentive and observant. He leaves no trace behind of the murder he just committed. The male neighbor across from your door saw you one day when you walked out of your door with a short dress.

The man eye-fucked you so much he literally almost started drooling. Leon cringed and found him repulsive. How dare he look at you like you were some meat on the market?

He felt anger and disgust. No one should look at you like that. No one.

So, one summer day, he made up an excuse to visit him. Something about a water pipe connecting to his sink that didn’t make it work. Like I said, Leon is a good manipulator and a good liar. He always gets what he wants.

The male neighbor invited him in and closed the door behind him. He offered Leon a beer, to which he refused. He found liquor and other substances repulsive. He walked over to the man’s kitchen sink and began to inspect it.

He noticed the man’s sink had a garbage disposal unit. That’s pretty dangerous, he thought to himself.

He walked over to where the man was sitting. The male neighbor was sitting on his reclining couch as he watched a game with a cup of beer on the stand next to him. The neighbor was so engrossed on the football game that he didn’t notice Leon slipping something into his drink.

Leon was smart. Dangerously smart. He knew everything when it came to death- he worked in the DSO, of course he knew some things. He knew the effects of alprazolam and what it does to the brain.

So when he lied to a psychiatrist about his insomnia and got prescribed some Xanax, he crushed a high dosage into fine powder and slipped it into the man’s beer.

Stupid bastard, Leon thought to himself.

He watched as the male neighbor took a sip of his drink and Leon waited. Xanax is a powerful drug, can cause hallucinations and make your brain become a little too calm. You’re bound to fall asleep at some point. And with the amount Leon dropped into his drink, he knew he’d knock out sooner than later.

After a few minutes of “tinkering” with the man’s sink. He got up and went to check on the man again.

And sure as hell did the man find himself in a profound slumber. His snores layering with the sound of the TV.

Too easy, Leon smirked to himself. He put on some elastic gloves and made sure he wore shoes that wouldn’t leave footprints. In case things would get messy, of course.

He poured the man’s drink down the sink to get rid of the evidence. He then thought hard about how he should go about this.

There’s many different ways one can commit murder but Leon wanted the cleanest one. So he came up with one.

He brought pans to the stove and made it seem like the man was cooking something for himself. He partially cooked a stupid egg and left it there. Leon went back to where the man was sitting and dragged him out of his couch and towards the kitchen. Since this man’s place was small, the kitchen and dining area were joined together. He sat there man down on the dining table, which happened to be near the stove. He took out the man’s phone and put it in the man’s hand to make it seem like he was using it.

Leon went back to the kitchen and continued to prepare the scene. He took out bottles of alcohol the man had and poured them down the drain to make it look like he’d had a few drinks. He took a single cup from the cup rack and filled it up halfway. With the cup and bottle of whiskey in both hands, he walked back to the table where the man was sitting and laid them on the table. He took the half empty cup and smeared the man’s lip on the rim. You must cover every single detail.

He even poured a little alcohol into the man’s already parted lips. Leon walked back to the stoved and kept the gas on. Now all he needed to do was wait and let nature do its thing.

Leon walked out of his apartment, pretending to still be talking to the man since there was a camera on the corner of the hall. As the door opened, the camera couldn’t record that Leon had been talking to himself. It made the act believable.

With a smile, Leon walked back to his place and stayed there.

A few hours passed and it started to get dark outside, each resident was inside their unit and ready to go to sleep when the fire alarm began to sound. Everyone was forced to evacuate the premises as the firefighters came to the scene.

You saw as the ambulance brought out a stretcher into the building. Someone was still inside, you thought to yourself as your eyes widened and your heart rate increased. You tried to move but felt someone’s hand on your arm, it was Leon.

“Don’t. It’s too dangerous,” he replied in a serious tone as he stared at you with those cold blue eyes. You pinched your brows together. He was right. If you were to try and save the person, you’d die in the process. You nodded defeatedly and he let go of your arm. He stood there watching you- analyzing you.

You had a good heart, he thought. Too good for his liking. That made you an easy target for people and he loathed the idea of people exploiting your kindness. He vowed to protect you, to mark his hands dirty for you.

As the EMT brought back the stretcher, you could see a person lying there lifeless. All the other residents immediately started to mutter amongst themselves, some started to cry and others gasped in shock. You simply stood there, wide eyed and jaw slack. Leon’s expression remained unchanged as he watched you react to the man’s death. The man deserved it, he thought to himself.

Couldn’t you see that he was protecting you? You’ll come around eventually, he thought.

As the ambulance left the area, the firefighters started to clear the smoke as the police arrived. The police began to do their investigation as the firefighters checked the unit and deemed it good after clearing out the fire and the smoke. One police officer began to make her way to the apartment as the other stayed behind with the residents to ask questions.

Leon was a smooth talker. A trait most psychopaths had. He could get himself out of any situation and he could lie. So when the police asked him what had happened, Leon simply replied with, “I’m not sure. I went to his apartment to check his water supply as my sink stopped working and he lived next to me. I noticed he was making himself some food but I was too busy checking our pipes. He reeked of alcohol and barely spoke to me,” Leon’s tone was different. He sounded likey he spoke the truth.

You couldn’t help but listen to his words. To you, they are true. You saw him walk out of the man’s apartment.

The investigation was deemed as self-manslaughter. The police believed that the man suffered from deliberate alcohol poisoning which caused him to pass out in the process of cooking himself some food.

This made news headlines. Everyone believed the story but they thought the man was stupid enough to cook while he was drunk. Many of the residents believed it, he was a known alcoholic. Leon was never caught.

He was watching you from the window, months after the incident occurred. You had just come back from your college lecture. Leon knew. He stalked you, he followed you.

He knew your weekly routine. Monday through Thursday you had lectures. On Friday, you did work study. And the weekends were reserved for your personal time. He felt proud of you for balancing your life. You lived healthily and he couldn’t help but feel proud at your decisions. He knew you were smart enough to take care of yourself.

He knew the campus you went to, he knew the classes you were taking, he knew your major- he knew everything. But he pretended like he didn’t.

So when he saw you in the parking lot, right next to his car and you had trouble with your groceries, he couldn’t help but feel like your knight in shining armor. With his hardened expression, he asked you in his stern and serious voice, “Need some help?”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Yeah… you don’t mind helping me?” You scratched your head awkwardly. On the inside, he found it adorable. But on the outside, he maintained his cool. He nodded and walked over to your car to retrieve the bags of groceries you bought. He was so strong he carried all the bags to your apartment door. You thanked him graciously and invited him inside.

“You can put them on the table, I’ll assort them,” you said as you took of your jacket and hanged it on the rack right next to the door. He nodded and walked over to the dining table, where he put all the bags with food. He took this opportunity to look around your place.

You kept it simple. It was nice, colorful, but nice. You had tons of books on your shelves, he took a mental note that you probably liked to stay indoors. He noticed the way your laptop and a few papers were scattered on the couch and coffee table, you were studious and dedicated to your education. He silently applauded you in his head. He liked that about you. You had goals and ambitions.

“Thank you, again. I owe you one,” you walked up to him and gave him a warm, genuine smile. He looked down at you and nodded again. Pretty smile, he thought to himself.

“It’s no problem, let me know if you need help with anything. I’m a couple doors away,” he replied with his usual serious tone. He remained unchanged, at least to you. To him, he felt like he about to combust into pieces. You were perfect, absolutely perfect.

Days went by and you found yourself talking to Leon more often. Or at least on the days you could. Leon was gone most of the day, he told you about his hectic work schedule and you couldn’t help but feel bad about him. So you decided to make him a small dinner with a note.

You left it on the front door of his apartment and walked back to yours. When Leon came back from work, it was 2:27 a.m. As he climbed up the steps of the stairs, he noticed something on his front door and felt slightly confused. He hasn’t ordered anything. He grew cautious and slowly approached his door. But then he saw your name on a sticky note. He quickly picked up the lunch box and walked inside his apartment.

Walking to his dining table, he read the note you left. Even your handwriting was perfect. The little swirls of the letters, almost writing in cursive made him want to keep you all to himself. He brought the piece of paper to his nose and sniffed it roughly, the paper crumbling in his hands as he could smell your scent on it. He groaned in pleasure as he could imagine your soft and small hands picking up a pen and write something just for him.

Just for him.

That thought alone almost set him off. He couldn’t eat dinner, not with the growing erection in his pants. He put the dinner you made in his freezer and quickly walked to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and unbuckled his belt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He pulled down his pants and boxers and watched as his cocked sprung freely, hitting his abdomen with a thwack.

His left hand held the piece of water with your handwriting and your scent while his right hand traveled to his cock. He brought the piece of paper to his nose again and closed his eyes in pure delight. Your scent was intoxicating- sweet vanilla with a hint of coffee. He grunted and moaned at the thought of your hands picking writing this note. He could picture your small hands wrapping his big cock, rubbing his base up and down as your scent infiltrated his airway.

His muscles tensed up as the thought of having you in between his legs made his cock throb. His stomach coiled as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. He could imagine your mouth sucking on his cock as he rammed his hips deeper down your throat, making you gag on him. He’d grab your hair and pull you closer to his pelvic area, having his blonde pubic hair rub against your face as you took his cock like a good girl.

He growled your name as he came in himself. White ropes shooting down at his palm as he tried to collect his cum and prevent it from staining any of his furniture. He sighed softly and laid his back on the mattress as he thought of you.

You drive him wild, he’d do anything for you. If it meant having you as his.

And that’s what drove him to kill more people. One day, he overheard you while both of you “coincidentally” went to get the mail from the lobby. You were speaking on the phone to a friend and he tried to make it seem like he wasn’t listening. But he was.

He heard you talk about how your ex is pestering you and giving you a hard time. That you cried last night because you two had an argument while he tried to get back together. His blood ran through his veins as you mentioned you cried.

He’d kill anyone who made this sweet and perfect angel cry. And that’s what his next murder was going to be. He went back to his apartment and began to stalk you again. As a government agent, he had privileges the common folk didn’t have. He was able to run a background check on you and found out your ex. To his surprise, he was your first and only relationship so far. He knew this guy probably broke your heart as your first relationship will always be your worst one.

He narrowed his eyes in anger as he found the man who broke your heart. And jotted down the information he had on him- his address, his workplace, his contact information, etc. Leon found everything thanks to his job.

When you heard news about your ex dying, you were shocked to see that he died from overdose. You’ve never known he was a drug addict, or at least that’s what Leon made it seem to be.

Leon drove all the way this man’s house and observed his routine. Your ex went to work, came back home, and went to the bar. An alcoholic, this made it easier for him.

Leon walked into the bar with his casual clothes, he spotted the man sitting on the bar counter with a drink already in his hand. He walked over and sat next to him as he ordered himself whiskey.

Your ex was already stupidly drunk, flirting up some poor girl who was just trying to talk to her friend. So he’s a creep too, he thought to himself as he took a sip his drink.

Why do you always find yourself around creepy and perverted men?

Leon looked around and made sure no one was watching him as slipped some stuff into his drink. Leon then continued to sip his drink and even chatted up the bartender.

The more your ex drank, the closer he got to an overdose. Turns out if you mix alcohol with prednisone, the effects could be fatal. Your ex would develop a liver damage that could potentially end his life if he kept drinking like he was right now.

It was getting late and Leon paid his tab. It was 11 PM and he decided he should go home. He wasn’t drunk, not yet at least. So he was perfectly capable of driving back to his apartment. But not your ex.

It was nearing closing time for the bar and the poor bartender saw your ex passed out on the counter. She didn’t know what to do but she tried waking him up.

Unresponsive. Her eyes widened slightly as she over to his side and checked for a pulse.

Flat line. She called the police and reported the death.

The police declared it suicide. They believed he voluntarily took drugs and alcohol at the same time.

In your mind, you were in denial but then you slowly began to think to yourself. He’s been acting weird and out of the ordinary when he’d talk about getting back together. It all made sense now. His aggressive behavior, his short temper… he was a drug addict and an alcoholic.

You attended the funeral, of course. And when you came back, Leon had been unlocking his door. He saw your puffy eyes as you had your heels in your hands. You looked like you’ve been crying- which you probably were. Leon paused as he stared at you, he nodded once at you, acknowledging your presence. He then spoke up in a tired voice, “Rough day?”

You nodded as you blinked slowly, “You could say that.”

He hummed in response and looked back down at his doorknob. Then he looked back to you, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Leon himself was tired as he just came back from a tough mission, but he would never be too tired for you. He pushed his exhaustion to the side and would rather take care of your needs for you.

You sighed and nodded slowly, “I could use a drink.”

He invited you over to his apartment and let you sit down on his couch as he took two glasses and one bottle of Jack. He walked over to the couch and set down the glasses and the bottle on the coffee table as he sat down next to you.

He began to pour for the both of you, not wanting you to work any more than you’ve already had.

“Cheers,” you muttered under your breath as you clanked your glass with his and chugged the liquid down your throat. The burning sensation almost making you forget about the mental strain you had.

He watched you as you set down the glass back down on the coffee table. Even in this state, you looked absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t wait to have you for himself. To prove to you that what you needed was a real man.

One thing let to another and you found yourself pinned under him on his bed. Your legs spread open as your knees rested on his shoulders. The head of his cock abusing your cervix, bruising it with brute force as he pulled out and pushed back in harshly. His balls smacking against your ass as his arms caged you under him. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails clawing deep into his flesh as the bed creaked from him pounding into you. The headboard hitting the wall behind the bed as he pulled out and forced his cock back into your tight walls. Your cunt clenching around his member as his hands gripped on your hair, forcing your head up so he could hear your stupid blabber.

He pulled out and rolled you over to your stomach. His left hand gripped on your waist as his right hand gripped the back of your neck and pushed your face down the sheets of his bed as he rammed his cock from behind you. Your ass jiggling as pounded harsher and harsher. Making sure you knew who you belonged to. He’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

You kept moaning his name against his pillow. Drool falling down your lips as tears rolled down your cheeks from the pleasure. You felt him even deeper from this position. His left hand gripped on your waist as it then traveled down to your ass and smacked, almost immediately seeing his hand print show in a pink and red hue on your skin. The burning sensation of the slap only made you more needy for his touch. His left hand found your hip and forced your body to clash against his as he fucked you straight to bliss.

Stars clouded your eyes as you whimpered and moaned. He cock throbbed and twitched inside of you as it stretched you. It hurt but it hurt good. His right hand gently squeezed the back of your throat, causing you to moan.

“Fuck- Leon- ‘mma cum-“ you spoke breathlessly in between moans and whimpers. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Cum for me,” he pressed a kiss on your shoulder blade as he felt you squirm under him. Your body convulsing as your orgasm took the best of you.

Your pussy clamped and clenched around him, wedging him with your juices. He didn’t stop, however. He kept pounding into you as the squelching sound echoed through his room.

He grunted and growled as he felt himself about to cum. He began to speed up and he let go of your neck. Now that both of his hands were on your hips, he gripped the fat of them and forced your body in and out of his cock. Bruising your cervix as your ass hit his hips. The sweat making your skin glisten under the shitty light of his room. You looked even more beautiful when he was fucking you like this.

His hot and sticky cum spurted out of his cock, coating your walls with a part of himself. In his sick and twisted mind, he branded you. He branded you with his essence and he didn’t regret it. He pulled out and heard you moan dumbly as he watched his cum slowly drip down the lips of your cunt to his bedsheet. He’d have to clean them but he didn’t care. He gave your ass a gentle squeeze as he patted your back for you to lay down. He knew you enjoyed it so much since you were on the brink of passing out.

You closed your eyes and felt as Leon cleaned you up. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on you knuckles. He was grateful to have you.

He wouldn’t mind killing again. Now that you were his in his mind, he’d go as far as killing every man who’s ever laid eyes on you.

For you, he’d become the world’s best serial killer.

[jinuaei]

Complimentary art for the yan pup Leon kennedy drabble ;)

Slight NSFW warning!

The drabble in question

[elfven-blog]

IM SO FUCKIN JESUS CHRIST PARA

YanderePirate!Leon x Mermaid!Reader

Minors fuck off, please and thank you! This was just stuck in my lil head for a while and I went through with it, hope y'all enjoy. I may write more, depends if the inspo hits me or not. Shit was not beta'd so excuse any mistakes. . CW: blood, violence, use of weapons (harpoon), noncon, somnophilia, fingering, masturbation, reader is part fish. Lmk if I missed anything.

You first came into existence for him when he’d spotted you lounging on a rock, the sunlight making your skin glisten and your hair glow. His eyes trailed further down your body to notice your pert nipples, as a gentle sea breeze washed over your body. 

But what caught his eye the most, was your tail—virescent and refracting the sun’s light in a way that made it glimmer so beautifully. He had never seen something so captivating in his life. Obsession blossomed in his chest then, the need to have you flowing into his veins at a burning rate. At this moment, his only goal in life was to capture you and make you his.

Leon finds himself smiling as he sees his harpoon shoot right through your tail, the way your blood fills the grooves of your scales and melds flawlessly with the ocean water;

“Don’t struggle darling, you’ll only make it worse for yourself!” 

Your eyes involuntarily well up with tears, pain racking your body as you struggle to take in breaths. You flail in the water as your body is lifted, a loud cry escapes your throat as the unknown pirate hauls your body onto his ship—each pull causes the harpoon to jolt in your injury.

With a thud, your injured body lands on the deck; Leon has a rope in hand, roughly grabbing your arms and tying your wrists together.

“God, you look so much more beautiful up close, love.” Leon’s eyes trail across your body, lingering on your chest for a moment before eyeing the damage he just caused with his weapon. ��I had to,’ he thinks, eyebrows furrowing with affliction, ‘She would have swam away.’

“I feel awful for this darling, but bear with me,” You follow his line of sight landing on the harpoon. You quickly realize what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait, please don’t—,” a loud and agonizing shriek is heard, reverberating in Leon’s ears causing him to wince.

Sobs and whimpers pour from your mouth as Leon tosses the item aside, “Shh dear, you did so well. I’ll make you feel better in no time. I promise darling.” He cups your face, wiping heavy tears from your face with a gentle thumb—it should be his tongue instead.

Your tail sluggishly bleeds onto the wooden floor, your body working to heal itself in a timely manner. You look into those blue eyes, contrasting the warmth of your home;

“Why are you doing this?”

Leon stops the gentle strokes on your face, his face falling into blissful tranquility, “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine darling.” 

It’s the last thing you hear as you succumb to darkness, the events taking a toll on your body. Leon feels his heart swell at the sight of you falling limp in his arms. He manages to slide an arm under your shoulders and your tail—struggling a bit with how slippery it is—and carries you into his quarters. 

He lays you down on his bed where he wraps a bandage over your gash, noticing the way it’s beginning to close on its own. He knew of some stories and tales of merfolk abilities but now, seeing it for himself, he finds himself in awe. Had he been someone else, someone who only found interest in obtaining their weight in gold, you would have been ripped apart. Killed. All for what could be exploited for man's benefit. Anger clouds his mind for a second, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

Leon runs a hand over your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Nobody can ever hurt you now, love.”

He wants to leave you to rest but your prone body tempts that part of him he’s never felt so strongly before; desire. He can feel himself begin to harden at the thought of giving in. How dare you seduce him even while unconscious.

His hand slightly trembles as his fingertips make contact with the soft flesh of your stomach, feeling it rise with every pull of breath you take in and release. God, you look so beautiful. Those fingers make their way to the underside of your tit, before gliding onto your nipple. It perks at his touch and his excitement ramps up. How sensitive. His fingers grasp your nipple lightly, rolling it and pushing it into the supple flesh of your breast. He watches your face with rapport as he does so, your face gives no indication that you’re aware of his actions. 

The left hand trailing your body finally lands onto your tail, the scales under his touch feel moist yet smooth. There’s a gathering of scales that stand out among the others, his throat feels dry upon approaching it. With one finger, he gently moves the largest scale.

Now his mouth is practically salivating as his finger slowly reveals a seemingly normal looking pussy, only different in color—it matches the colors of your tail and he’s never found anything more beautiful. He takes a quick glance at your face and sees you’re still deep asleep.

He knows he shouldn’t, would rather see your live reactions to his touches, but he’s been dreaming about this for too long. Leon gingerly presses his pointer finger inside, taking note of how warm and wet you are. Your pussy seems to clench on the intrusion before relaxing. He slides it in and out, wanting to gather more of your wetness; It’s more viscous than other women he’s been with, creating a stupidly easy slip and slide for his finger.

Without hesitation, he dips two more fingers in, in awe as your pussy easily accepts them, like it was made for him. The other hand he had by your face moves to push his pants down, his dick already weeping with pre. He has enough restraint to keep from fucking you right then and there, instead removing his fingers from your hole and slathering the slick he accumulated from you onto his cock. He returns his fingers in you, this time with four. He begins to pump himself with the other, imagining he’s inside you instead.

There’s a slight strain to fingering you as he curls his fingers into the spongy part of your walls—which earns him a twitch of your tail and a cut-off whimper from you—while teasing the head of his dick. The arousal burns right through him, and Leon is unable to hold back from releasing deep moans and whimpers as he moves his hand faster. He sees your body start to squirm the more insistent he is with his digits, the urgency and deep need to make you cum with him hanging obsessively over his head.

You wake up with a feeling like something in your abdomen has snapped, and a loud moan shakily leaves your throat. Your pussy feels full and pulsates around the intruding object. On the other hand, Leon finally gives in and shoots load after load onto his shirt, hand, and thighs—the look of your face, pure bliss, tipping him over the edge. He awaits a tongue-lashing from you only to find you’ve gone back to sleep.

He removes his fingers from you with care, bringing them to his mouth. At the first taste of you, he moans. He sucks on his fingers until your essence is completely eliminated. He tucks himself back into his pants, still feeling breathless from having cum so intensely. If just this felt amazing, he can only wonder what it’ll be like when he’s finally in you.

[mothxmoons]

we need a part 2 of the self aware yan! leon kennedy 😭😭🙏🏻

:3

When you woke up again, things were different. Way different. You felt different. With a groan you sat up, looking at your surroundings. This was definitely the setting of resident evil 4. This was most definitely Spain. So that wasn’t a weird dream you had, and no wonder you felt different. You had very dark veins running up your arms, a telltale sign of what happened. Does that mean this resident evil is different? Or will it mean that Leon will still get cured and save Ashley?

But if you’re here does that mean you’ve thrown off the timeline? With hesitation you swung your legs over the bed you were resting on, taking one more glance at your arm before standing up. You wobbled a bit but we’re all around fine. That’s when Leon opened the door and saw you standing up, and he was ecstatic, running over and lifting you off of the ground in a tight hug. His smile tugged at his cheeks as he twirled you around. You were very confused as he spun you around and smiled at you. So that that wasn’t a weird dream, his eyes were a dark red, there were dark veins along his arms. He’s infected. It was different this time. But why was it different?

When he let you down he went on and on, explaining how he received a gift and intended to use it to have you for himself. That’s all he ever wanted. Ever since he first became aware that you were his player. He wanted you to be his.

It was very different as you two ran around, the villagers didn’t seem interested in attacking you, Leon was a different story, but they seemed to go out of their way not to attack you. Leon enjoyed that they left you alone, although he didn’t seem to know why they did either. But he was grateful nonetheless.

You followed him around, you were pretty much glued to his side. Not that he minded of course. If it were up to him, he’d have you handcuffed to him. Even as both he and Ashley’s infection grew, you seemed to be unaffected by their same ailments. Where they grew violent from time to time, and sometimes mind controlled, you were unharmed by it. In fact the opposite seemed to happen.

Not that you became peaceful or anything, more in the sense you could control the other villagers. Anyone infected with Las Plagas just seemed to…bend to your will. Whatever you wanted. Leon was confused, you were confused, Luis was confused, Ashley was ecstatic.

When Saddler found out about your little…power. He was pissed. Only he can do that, excuse you. He tried to order his followers to kill you but with Leon by your side it never worked for him. All he could do was watch and wait. Even when Leon and Ashley got their plagas removed, your’s remained. Leon preferred it that way. It kept you safe. It kept you alive.

One way or another, you were going to end up at the end. You had to make sure of that. You were going to see this through, even though there might be a chance you won’t go home. You needed to see this through. With a level head, well as much as you could get a level head in this situation, you carried on with Leon. Meeting Ada was an experience though, she seemed…surprised that you were still alive. You know her story, you played through it in the original.

However…when you, Leon and Ashley got out of that place…you didn’t know Ada was in contact with a certain someone about you specifically.

“There was another person with him. I don’t know if they’re a rescue, a villager or his partner. But it seems the plagas doesn’t effect them..”

“Bring them to me.”

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello. Can I request scenario of yan Leon getting arrested for kidnapped his "love" for at least a year and Reader visiting him in jail for the first time in months? Be it headcanons or fic is your choice.

Also please don't use daddy kink. I'm sorry but I'm just... not into it.

I hope you had a nice day 💚

I hope you have an awesome day as well, thank you! Also, I hope this will be to your liking, thank you for the request!

Notes: I may have written too much more than requested, sorry I really don't know what came over me (I wish I knew because dang)

This is most likely an older Leon, since cellphones and all, but you can imagine him up to Leon from RE4!

You didn't specify if you wanted NSFW or not, so I didn't put it, just to be sure, however if you did want it, do request! Be as specific as you want, I'll try to meet your expectations.

Realistically, Leon could have stuff like PTSD and/or panic attacks, but a yandere version of him would totally use it to guilt trip the reader.

I did my research on prison visitation, keyword, my, it may be wrong, I've never visited anyone in prison, or in the US, for that matter.

TWs: Yanderism, Probably unrealistic lock picking, Kidnapping, Financial dependence, Implied NSFW, Guilt tripping, Implied stalking, Off Screen panic attacks, Stockholm syndrome.

Yandere!Leon S Kennedy x Reader

I may be late for Christmas

Yours and Leon's relationship was troubled, to say the least. Of course, you weren't surprised when it came tumbling down.

From the start, Leon had problems, however you had rose colored glasses on. From the start, you should have expected an end to the relationship, one that probably wouldn't be calm and pacific like anyone would hope for.

Leon was full of secrets, Leon was clingy, Leon was a manipulator, Leon was possessive, Leon was controlling and on top of all, he was obsessed with you. Only, you took too long to notice it.

Leon let you know from the start that he hardly had any free time, his job was time-consuming as it had him go away on long work trips, and that was okay, it was his job and the way he went about his life was none of your business. You didn't mind, in the very start, that is.

The fact he never disclosed anything about his job to you, besides that he worked for the government, was only a small part of the process that was you wanting to give up your relationship.

Because of his lack of time, whenever he did have free time, it was spent smothering you, and it's not that you minded the attention, but it got suffocating when you could barely do your own stuff, like go to your job, visit your parents, spend time with your friends and things like that. There was a wide list of things that Leon would complain about and try to coax you out of doing just to spend more time with him. At the start, you did push aside your basic responsibilities out of guilt for not spending enough time with him, letting him be your priority, like he always said you were his.

When you were away doing said responsibilities, however, Leon found other ways to make himself present, even if not physically.

That is, if you ignore the fact he was present, just not somewhere you could notice him.

Your phone was constantly blowing up, forcing you to make use of the silent option in your phone much more than you used to, having to deal with his grumpy mood when you got home, your phone full of missed phone calls and another fifty messages of "I love you", "miss you", "let me know when I can go get you" and "pick up the phone".

From time to time you checked your phone to see if there were no emergencies, sometimes having to excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and comfort him, soothe him out of his panic attacks. When those happened, his messages sounded more distressed through small changes one could easily pick up on, like "please pick up the phone" or "I need to hear your voice". Those times, when you did pick up the phone, he sounded like he was breathing too much, but at the same time out of breath, you could barely understand his words over the phone, something about him thinking you were dead just because he couldn't feel you in his hold.

As a result of those times, when he was finally calm enough to let you go back to what you were doing before, you were left pondering. You even considered the possibility that he could have been in a war. After all, what could possibly have caused him to have these types of attacks? You may not know much about panic attacks, but something told you that whatever he didn't tell you was just the missing piece of the puzzle, the one you desperately needed to be able to truly understand him, to be able to love him completely, the way that he so desperately needed, and the way you so desperately wished you could.

Besides arriving late at your appointments since Leon insisted on keeping you with him longer, distracting you with one thing or another until you were almost an hour late to stuff, most of the times you also had to drive to his apartment sooner than it was expected of you, even having to leave your job earlier just because Leon insisted there was an "emergency".

There were also those days when he basically made you skip what you had to do, calling your boss, friends or even parents to give some kind of excuse for why you wouldn't be able to be where you were supposed to while pressing your face deeper into the mattress to muffle your sounds underneath him.

Honestly, at the start, those were your favorite days. But you can only skip so many days in your job to get fired, and do so many things before your friends get sick of it and your parents grow concerned and distant.

You decided to talk with your trusted friends and see what they thought about it, and it wasn't very hard to understand that you had to reinforce your boundaries if you wanted to get your life back on track.

And you thought Leon would understand, you thought he'd be okay with it, that the conversation would flow smoothly and in the end, you'd both get what you wanted in a healthy way.

Sadly, you weren't exactly a lucky person, and neither was Leon understanding like you hoped he'd be.

The conversation was fruitless, in the end, Leon managed to make you feel guilty. Like you were in the wrong. You didn't press on, noticing that what was supposed to be just a peaceful conversation was now bordering on a discussion, one you didn't want to have, afraid you'd lose, even if you were so sure you had a fair point just hours ago.

However, Leon pressed on. He grew suspicious you didn't think about confronting him all by yourself, and he wanted to know who exactly convinced you to try and get your point across to him. He began listing your acquaintances, friends and family members until he mentioned one of your closest friend's name and your expression shifted for a moment, he scoffed.

"So that's who, huh? You really talked shit about me to them?" He shook his head and walked away with heavy footsteps while your guilt ate away at you, you betrayed his trust, even if you didn't really talk shit about him, only saying the truth while having a necessary talk with a friend who was beginning to grow more and more concerned about your well-being and safety.

But he managed to get you to feel like you needed to apologize and make it up to him. For that, he couldn't help but smirk in amusement once you weren't looking.

By making it up to him, one of the things he hinted on, was the fact you needed to put more distance between you and this friend that clearly didn't like him. Soon, more friends met that same fate.

Because of your lack of a job and inability to look for another one since Leon gobbled up all the time with you he could get, you were growing short on funds. Rent, food and other basic necessities starting to seem like they required a lot more money than they used to, when you were actually employed.

Even if you didn't express your needs to him, he started to notice how you seemed constantly anxious, and of course, even an idiot would catch on the fact that, if you didn't have a job, you didn't have money.

So he convinced you to live with him, which meant being a homemaker, basically.

Leon didn't ask you to do anything, but it felt fair, since he was taking care of all your needs you could at least do what you could to pay him back. He furrowed his eyebrows, tenderness shining in his gaze when you told him that, he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before muttering important words against your lips. Ones you should have found alarming and not sweet.

"Love, I'm your boyfriend, not your boss. All I need from you is to stay with me and to love me."

He needed you to stay with him. Love was a second thought, a bonus. Not as important as just staying with him, he needed you, more than anything else.

His love was more than enough for the both of you, anyways.

You started to feel better, even better than how you were before, your's and other's concerns about Leon being swept under the rug. As a product of that, you felt like you should use the rest of the money you had from your job that you didn't need anymore to buy a Christmas gift to your parents, since the end of the year was approaching and you wanted to make up for the lack of visits and phone calls over the course of the last few months. That included spending Christmas at their house.

When Leon got home from another of his long work trips and initiated a long cuddling moment with you, asking you to rant about whatever you were up to during the time he was gone, as he always did, you thought that was the best time to mention to him about your little planned visit to your parents for the holiday.

You seemed so excited, wanting to bring him over as well, if only to enlighten the view your parents had of him, to show them he wasn't as bad as they made him out to be, and of course to make sure he wouldn't be left alone, since he hated being away from you so much.

He wasn't happy, of course not. Even if he was there with you, being in a completely different setting and place he wasn't used to and didn't assure was safe for you meant he had less possibilities of keeping you safe. And there was also the fact your parents didn't like him, even if you didn't tell him directly, knowing it could upset him, he heard your conversations with them and saw their texts on your phone. If even your friends were able to make you doubt him, your parents could easily put the wrong ideas in your mind about him, convincing you to leave him, the mere thought of it made his blood boil.

But as much as he wanted to express that to you, try to coax you into giving up about going, he knew better, he knew that could bring at least a sliver of suspicion into your mind, and given the previous circumstances, he couldn't risk it. He had already made it so far into the relationship, you were basically already in his grasp, only one step was left to ensure you'd stay with him till the end.

Taking away your chance of getting away from him.

Disguising that as moving you from his apartment to a whole new house at the outskirts of the city.

You didn't really question his sudden urge to move, or the location, but you should have, since one day, you just woke up with your keys and phone completely vanished.

Leon made a half assed excuse when you finally decided to confront him, but this time you didn't buy it, of course. Not even his pouty expression that normally made you cave in worked to make you change your mind about going against his wishes this time.

For the next few months, you both seemed to be in your personal hells. You made his life harder as much as you could, while he took away the last bit of freedom you had, finally and accidentally making you see how that freedom was merely an illusion, since he had been controlling your life from the start of your relationship. This made you angry, angry at him since he had no right to do this to you, and angry at yourself for putting up with this for so long and not standing up for yourself, for not listening to your friends or even your own family when they tried to warn you.

Screaming didn't work, apparently, not only his house had thick walls but he didn't have many neighbors to hear you scream, either.

Breaking windows wasn't a possibility, one strong shove of a chair was enough for you to find out about the armored glass Leon made sure to add in case you even thought about the idea of breaking through them. Of course, that didn't keep you completely from breaking the windows, the glass could be bulletproof, but at some point it had to shatter, right? But there was the fact that Leon would undoubtedly restrain you in some way from doing so before you could even get close to achieving it, so that alternative would have to stay as a last resort.

Then again, you could always pick the lock.

Common sense told you picking a lock wouldn't be as easy as it seemed in movies, but since Leon was away in another of his long ass work trips you had a lot of time to figure it out. More than enough, actually, since after using the bobby pins in many different ways you were finally able to get the door unlocked.

You didn't know if you wanted more to celebrate or cry out of happiness, so your body made the decision for you, running as quickly as your legs could take you to the nearest person, house, anything. You could even scream until someone heard and came to help you, any previous embarrassment that would have been taken in this situation was forgotten.

Safety was at fingers grasp, but to really be safe, you needed to file a police report.

At first, you hesitated to do so. Even after finally being in a safe space, at your parents house and away from the captivity Leon called a house, a home for the two of you, the one you spent a year in, maybe a few months more, since you were celebrating Christmas with your parents, as you wanted to do one year ago.

You were kind of one year late for the holiday, still, both you and your parents were happy you were alive and safe.

The whole police report filing was a hard process. You were reporting a government worker, one trusted and of importance apparently, their negative reactions made that really clear.

At the end everything went well, the reality surprising you by going against your nightmares and constant worries. The fact your parents had filed a report because of your disappearance last year having played a big part in it.

Leon was brought into prison. Finally letting you and everyone that cared about you rest.

For months, you didn't hear from him, nor did he hear from you. It was maddening for the man to stay in his cell, unaware of how you were and if he'd ever be able to hold you again.

He would, he told himself he would, everyday, that was the only thing keeping him sane. If he could even still consider himself sane.

He barely slept without you, spending his nights only being able to think, think and think some more about how and when he'd get out of that confinement to see and feel you close to him. He missed you too much, he basically only did stuff during the days because he had to, if he didn't, he wouldn't get to see you again, and he'd be damned if he didn't get to see you again.

What mostly kept you both apart were the joint efforts of both your friends and family along with the ones in the police department that knew about your story with Leon. After all, as much as you tried to rid yourself of your love for him, the one you knew wasn't natural but Stockholm syndrome, Leon wasn't, he wasn't trying at all to rid himself of the absolute love and obsession devotion he had for you. No, he was actually actively seeking you out, putting a whole lot of effort of his own into getting people to keep him updated on you, getting help from the ones that weren't trying to keep you away from him.

If he wasn't insane before, he was certainly growing closer to it now, being kept physically away from you for so long like that.

After months of Leon being kept in prison, you finally decided to visit him. Your friends and parents being firmly against it, but you were stubborn and they couldn't really deny you from doing anything, you were a free adult, you could do whatever you wanted, even if what you wanted was to go and visit your captor in prison, under the possibility that he could have changed, somehow.

They all knew you were lying to yourself. You knew you were lying to yourself.

There was a bit of hesitation in your step as you walked into the building.

Eventually, after you stated simple things as the likes of who you were visiting and who you were, along with proving what relationship you had with the inmate, receiving a quite weirded out look from the receptionist when you mentioned you were the one kidnapped by him, you finally got in, following after the guard guiding you into the visitation room.

You settled on one of the chairs inside the room, in front of a small table, another chair positioned across from you. Your eyes nervously wandered across the room, focusing more on the door you supposed Leon would soon come out of, your foot tapping against the floor rhythmically.

After what felt like a long time, but at the same time, not long enough, Leon walked inside the room, eyes finding your own quickly, his footsteps almost faltered, expression staying strong, firm, despite his glassy eyes and the slight quivering of his lip, small tells of his real reaction upon seeing again in so long. You were only able to catch onto those because of the amount of time you spent with him, he let his walls down for you, and only you.

You stood up on shaky legs, seeing him approach you with almost slowed down steps. Your worries about him being mad or having an explosive reaction upon seeing you again were discarded when he pulled you into a hug, not saying a word as his arms gently enveloped your form, his head buried against your neck, just feeling you. Your skin, your scent, your warmth, your existence.

The embrace lasted little, way less than what he really wanted. He held your hands firmly as you two stood in front of each other. You were still at a loss for words, should you apologize? Say you missed him? You were feeling a lot of emotions, most of them you were unable to even explain.

"I missed you."

You were almost scared when he opened his mouth, taking a short breath before speaking, his words sounding soft, almost like a whisper, his eyes still twinkling with unshed tears he was trying desperately to keep in.

He didn't say anything else. He knew what he did, and he knew why you reacted the way you did as well, he couldn't blame you for having done what you did, but he wasn't regretful for what he did, either.

The words stuck in your throat, you wanted to say the same thing back to him, but after opening and closing your mouth a few times he got the hint, moving on with the conversation, you had a time limit, and he wanted to make the most out of it.

"Are you okay? How are things going?" Leon gently pushed you to sit down on your chair, going and taking his as well, his hand not letting go from yours, positioning positioning your linked hands on top of the table.

He didn't want to ask if you had moved on, he didn't want to know, he wanted to entertain the thought you still loved him as much as he loved you.

"Things are okay, I have a better job now, better apartment…" Better life... The words went by unsaid, but he caught onto the hint. Your voice almost didn't register to you as you spoke, your attention being kept on your joined hands on top of the table, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "My friends contacted me again. At least, most of them did."

You wondered if you should also ask him how things are for him in prison, but you didn't know if you wanted to know, you didn't want to feel guilty again, you already felt it enough just by thinking of him, confined in this place.

You couldn't help but feel like you had done something bad. Leon wasn't a bad man, he just… Loved you too much.

Sometimes, it was hard for you to remember that said thought wasn't one of your own, but rather one that came as a result from the time you spent in the toxic relationship you had with Leon.

"I'm happy you're okay." He didn't, but there were guards watching the two of you. He doubted he would get out of prison early if he said everything he was thinking at the moment, everything he wanted to do, everything he needed to do. If he did, his hard efforts to behave over the course of the months there would go to waste, your trust in him would be beyond salvageable, probably.

The rest of the hour went just like that, with Leon letting you talk about anything and everything going on with your life, like he did when you two cuddled once he came back from one of his long work trios. He noticed as the tension seemed to leave your body, the familiarity in the action bringing you the comfort you had missed for quite some time. It seemed your trust in him would take a while to rebuild, but not as long as he expected, or you, in fact.

When your visitation hour ended and the guard called out to you both to go back to your respective paths, Leon hugged you again, not resisting to pull you into a kiss, one he missed way too much. You didn't resist against him either, thankfully, making him smile in the brief kiss.

"I love you." He said as you pulled back, him letting you do so, unwillingly. "So much, too much."

"I love you too." The words came out smoothly, naturally. It had been so long since you last said those words to him, it felt weird, like you weren't even supposed to say that.

He smiled in response, walking away from you slowly, glancing back every now and then as you also parted.

His plan was in action, you still loved him, that would make everything so much easier, you'd be back in his arms soon enough, then he'd be able to indulge in you and give you everything he hadn't been able to in so long.

He'd make sure there were no loopholes this time, this time, you wouldn't even want to leave.

Just you wait.

[sweetcollywobbles]

whiskey neat. | yan!re6! leon kennedy x reader

TOO SWEET by hozier ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 1:00

HAPPY SEPTEMBER 30TH!!! i just wanted to pop something out for the day, so have this really badly written one-shot that i'll maybe (or maybe not) fix up. but that doesn't matter because i am no writer and this is all for shits and giggles.

tw: implied drugging and implied kidnapping

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leon was too old for this. for this crush thing that he's been dealing with recently. a thirty-six-year-old man shouldn't have to deal with the butterflies, the random flustered faces at work, and the fantasies that were too explicit to share.

yet she's absolutely enamored him. heart and soul, he'd say, she's taken it. while she, his darling angel, has no absolute idea what she's done to him.

she started as the new F.O.S intern, tasked with the job of helping leon out with his daily schedule there at the office while learning a few things from hunnigan. yes, it wasn't all about him, but it was still something that leon wasn't too fond of. sure, he's gotten lazy on paperwork, but leon didn't see a need to have a babysitter. it's demeaning and insulting. especially for someone who's given all his life to this goddamn coun-

leon's internal rant was cut off when he saw her, sitting down in the conference room waiting to meet him. she was in her early twenties, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. she was the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

leon had changed his mind in an instant. with those berry pouted lips, she could absolutely demean the life out of him if she wanted to. command him like an absolute dog.

and that's how it's been for the past year now, moving from F.O.S intern to leon's personal assistant. leon had somehow convinced her that it was a much better position for her than being an F.O.S agent. and for whatever reason, she agreed.

since then, leon’s joked that she was his work wife. she got him to meetings on time, made sure all of his paperwork was filed properly, and made sure he looked presentable wherever he went. and he would take her out for lunch and buy her presents. it’s a fair trade, she thought. but she never figured that he would take her job description too seriously. that he would look at all the things she was supposed to do as anything romantic.

but she should've known better. leon had always been a bit too touchy with her. a hand always placed at the small of her back, the soft touches on her cheek, and the excuses to always have her hand in his. not to mention the way he looked at her. goodness, she would've guessed she hung the moon, created the stars, and lit up the sun every day. leon’s love-stricken gaze went right over her silly head.

what an idiot.

leon thought it nice to finally have someone to dote on, much less someone to dote on him too. it was something he had only ever dreamed of. and with his approaching birthday, leon’s fear of growing old with no one was steadily becoming a reality.

he needed that to change, and she was going to help him.

leon will invite her to share an early birthday meal with him in his office. maybe some greasy chinese takeout and a bottle of whiskey. but he'll leave a small surprise for her in her glass.

they'll both eat and share a few laughs.

but halfway through, she'll start to feel sleepy, and he'd assure her that it's okay to take a nap. he'll wake her if someone comes looking for her. but that nap will last a few hours, which will give him enough time to sneak her out of the building and into his car. or maybe he won't. maybe leon will parade her around in his arms, tell people that she wasn't feeling well, and he's taking her to the on-site clinic and then home. ya'know like a good supervisor.

a good, caring, loving supervisor.

what can he say? he's a good guy.

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hope you enjoyed! xxox

[elfven-blog]

God i love him, such a sweetie

Would do anything for him

(ignore his yan tendencies shhh)

I’ve never made an ask before: I just thought I would share:

Yandere!Leon wake up to his darling missing, thinking she’s maybe run off, only to find her vomiting in the bathroom cause she sicky. Poor baby is just…a mess, has the sink on and leaning over it and clutching the counter like it’s a life force.

Like fluff of Leon taking care of her. This is less of an ask more of a- I don’t even know I just wanted to say it and didn’t know who to say it to so here you go.

Hi Anon! I love this idea so much, thanks for submitting! Gonna do this headcanon style below the cut. This is based off of my Yandere!Leon Fic Guardian Angel.

🖤 It wasn't like you to get up in the middle of the night. Leon's first reaction would be panic once he realized you weren't in the bed. It's not that you could go far without him finding you, but the thought of you possibly getting hurt definitely jolted his nerves. 🖤Once he practically bolts out of the room and sees the light spilling out from the cracked bathroom door, he's relieved for a moment.....until he hears the sound of retching and peeks through the crack. His poor little Bunny, sick as a dog. 🖤 Immediately he'd kneel next to you, rubbing a soothing hand on your back, using the other to gather your hair and hold it for you. "My poor thing." He'd coo until there was no more that could come out, helping you back to your feet over the sink, gripping the porcelain counter with clammy hands. 🖤Swooping into action, his hand would find your forehead. "Oh Princess you're burning up." Immediately you're being swept downstairs onto the couch, curled up with Leon while he dabs a went washrag to your forehead to help with the fever.

🖤 He puts on a stream of your favorite movies to distract you from how ill your feeling, playing with your hair while you rest on his lap. Medicine incoming like clockwork. 🖤He would sigh in frustration when you refused to eat. "Come on Sweetheart, you need to get something in your system. I know you don't feel good." And that's when you'd discover Leon was at your beck and call. Homemade soups, tea, ginger ale, anything your heart desired if it meant you'd consume it -- not that he'd be against using more forceful methods if needed, but glad it didn't come to that. 🖤His heart would melt when every now and then you'd make a soft chuckle at the TV, hair still sweat-stuck to your forehead. He hated seeing you feeling so ill, but could tell based on the subtle mood changes things were getting better. 🖤 "He reminds me of you." You would say, pointing to Westley as the Princess Bride made its way onto the TV again. "Hmm, I can see it." He replied affectionately. "Could I have some more soup, please?" You'd ask weakly handing the bowl to him. "As you wish." He'd reply, not missing the sheepish giggle that escaped.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi there!! I'm sure you must have done this already but in case you haven't - Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil 4) Headcanons? Romantic with a GN reader specifically!! ... I have yet to play resi4 but listen! Leon is a cutie and I still wanna request for him lmao.

Here's a few I gathered for you from my masterlist :)

RE 2:

RE 4:

RE 4 - Las Plagas Leon:

[spooklies]

# Resident Evil - I haven’t played all of the games but I’ve played enough of them and watched enough explaining the lore to feel comfortable writing for just about every character. On my old account I did some RE content so on this one I’ll be redoing some of that stuff.

♡ ... › Leon Kennedy ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) ✓

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) ✓

࿐↠ Settle - Yan!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader (800+)

♡ ... › Ethan Winters ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) ✓

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) ✓

࿐↠ Legacy - Yandere Ethan Winters as your Father (HC)

♡ ... › Chris Redfield ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) ✓

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

࿐↠ Caretaker - Platonic Yandere Chris Redfield & GN!Reader

♡ ... › Albert Wesker ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

♡ ... › Piers Nivans ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

♡ ... › Jake Muller ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

♡ ... › Claire Redfield ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

♡ ... › Sherry Birkins ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

♡ ... › Ada Wong ◝ ✧ ↴

── Yandere Profile (Romantic) x

── Yandere Profile (Platonic) x

[ambienangel-u]

I’m gonna go on a creepy weird gross loving rant abt him…

This is gonna be weird bc he’s not even real but idc…Oh god, holy fuck, I’m obsessed, I adore him, I need him, I’d actually die for him… i don’t care if he’s fictional, I need him to actually hurt me, I need him to strangle me to death, I need him to beat me to a pulp, I need him to stab me, I need him to drag me around by my hair and bash my face into a wall while I cry and beg for him to stop, I need him to break my ribs in with his boots, I need him to force me into humiliating situations. I need him to hang me up in his basement for his own personal use, I need him to make me his slave, I’d lick his wounds clean, id kms for him!!!!!!! I’m gonna cvt myself for him, I love him sooooooo much…..I don’t care if he’s fictional, I NEED him, I’d klll every girl that looks at him, breathes his name, thinks of him, I’d pull her eyes from their sockets and dissect her brain. I’d pull her fucking spine out and beat her to death with it. He’s mine mine mine mine…..

[elfven-blog]

The reactor I have been waiting for!!! Man’s gonna be more unhinged then ever at the idea of getting a new baby.

Pixel my love 🥰😘😍🩷

There's Nowhere to Run (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Your new date invites you to his property in the wilderness of Oregon, but it doesn't exactly go as planned

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: yandere!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: Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, extreme acts of violence, blood, murder, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, Stockholm syndrome, mentions of miscarriage. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A/N: I am blown away at the reception of this follow up, thank you everyone for your support! Just as an FYI, I won't be doing tags going forward, it's too stressful for me to try to keep track of who asks to be added, what I can recommend is turning on notifications that way you'll get notified when I post! Thank you for your understanding and enjoy!

You wake up screaming in a cold sweat. You grasp your chest once you realize you're awake, taking long, deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You had dreamt of Leon again, he hangs on to your subconscious like a parasite. You’re still in the middle of calming yourself when you hear loud banging sounds coming from your front door. 

Your heart practically jumps into your throat as you slowly climb out of bed, making your way through your apartment to your front door. As the banging continues, you look through your peephole hesitantly to see who is there.

It’s just Jill.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you unlock and open your front door, “Hey… Jill!”

“Can I come in?” Jill asks, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, of course!” you reply, motioning her to follow you inside. 

You bring Jill into your living room, sitting down in a reclining chair as Jill sits on the couch opposite of you.

“You want to explain what last night was all about?” Jill asks.

You close your eyes, sighing. You had a feeling this was why Jill came to see you personally. You remain silent for what seems like a century, trying to decide if you want to confide in Jill or not. Jill abruptly breaks the silence.

“I’m not leaving until you do, you know.”

You open your eyes, seeing Jill’s trademark determination boring into you. 

“Do you remember me telling you about the person I knew that was on the RPD? The one that died in the hiking accident?” 

Jill nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“Well… his name was Leon Kennedy. I met him a little over five years ago at a bar in D.C.,” you begin to explain.

You spend the next half hour going into detail about how you and him started dating, how you moved in with him and realized he was completely out of his mind. You told her how you escaped him the first time, fleeing to Boston to live with your best friend; how he had somehow tracked you down, killed your best friend and whisked you away to a secluded house in Northern Maine. How he had gotten you pregnant to fulfill his twisted fantasy of having a family of his own. How one day, he accidentally left the front door unlatched when he went into town to meet with the President and how you burned the house to the ground and, lastly, how he had caught up to you in the forest but then fell into a raging ravine when the log bridge he was on collapsed. 

Jill listens intently, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her head resting in her hands. She nods occasionally, letting you know she’s listening. 

“What happened to the baby?” Jill asks, obviously noticing you were very much childless.

“About a week or so after I had escaped and got rescued, I miscarried. The doctors believe it was due to high stress levels. It was a blessing in disguise if I’m going to be completely honest.”

“So… what’s that have to do with last night? You said he died, right?”

“Well… yes… but I remember hearing the police say they didn’t find his body in the ravine,” you take a deep breath before continuing, “don’t you find it odd that every single guy I’ve gone on a date with has been reported missing?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely strange. You think he’s alive, don’t you? You think it’s him.”

You look to the floor, “there’s a part of me that thinks so. But at the same time, I saw him fall, it would have taken a miracle to survive that fall.”

“That Brett guy you mentioned last night, have you heard from him this morning?” Jill asks.

You shake your head, “no, he was supposed to text me.”

You pull out your cellphone from your pajama pocket, finding Brett in your contacts and calling him. The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail, which leaves a pit in your stomach. After a couple minutes go by, however, you get a text message from him.

Hey! Sorry I can’t talk right now, at work. I completely forgot to text you when I got up, I’m so sorry! Everything’s fine, in fact, I’m getting something planned for us, I’ll tell you about it later ;)

“Oh, thank god!” you say upon receiving the text, “Brett’s ok!”

Jill also lets out a sigh of relief upon you getting the text message. Jill gets up from the couch, walking over to your front door. You follow behind her to the door to let her out.

“Keep me posted on Brett, ok?”

You nod as you watch Jill walk down to her car and get in. Her car drives away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Leon smiles down at the cellphone as the text response comes back about 10 minutes later.

Ok! :) <3

This is the first time he’s spoken to you since that day five years ago in the forest, another two since the last time he saw you that day on the highway scenic stop; granted you thought he was someone else, but that didn’t matter to him. Looking over at the kitchen table, he looks at his latest victim, tied to the chair, slumped backwards over the back of the chair with a single gunshot wound to the head.

Leon had brought his guy back to his house in Ripplebrook, Oregon to kill him; shooting him at the apartment he plucked him from would have brought way too much attention. He would need to get rid of him, but that could wait. Leon has a plan forming.

What luck it was that this guy’s cellphone was in his pocket when he searched him after shooting him. He had overheard some of the conversation he heard last night before knocking and he knew you were expecting a text from this guy. Leon never felt more blessed. Everything was falling into place. 

What he was truly looking forward to, however, was seeing his baby for the first time. They’d be five now. He knew that you were hiding the child, hence why he hasn’t seen them once in these past five years. It brought a smile to his face just thinking about them. He was already planning all the ways he’d play with his baby; he even has their room ready in this house. 

He sets the guy’s phone onto the kitchen table, looking over at the dead body still sitting at it; he would need to do something about it before he put his plan in motion. Not even mentioning, cleaning up the blood he got all over the wall. He gets to work, starting with the body itself. He was able to carry it outside before burning it like the others. He was grateful he didn’t have any neighbors because there was no mistaking that smell.

After that, he goes back into the kitchen, grabbing a bleach based multipurpose cleaner to clean up all the blood. He worked on this meticulously; he makes sure not a speck of blood is left behind. Once he is finished, he picks the cellphone back up off the table, opening up the messaging app to send you a text.

Hey! How would you like to spend the weekend with me? I own property about three hours away surrounded by beautiful forest. It’d be a great way to get to know each other, don’t you think?

Leon waits with a devious smirk on his face, hoping that you’ll take the bait.

Brett that sounds wonderful! Sure thing, are you picking me up or should I meet you there?

“So, that’s the asshole’s name,” Leon says to himself with a chuckle before responding to the text.

Meet me there, I have to drive down Friday night to get it ready for the weekend. Let me send you the address.

Leon sends the message, followed quickly by the address; he then adds an additional message.

This week is going to be pretty hectic so I’m not going to be able to talk on the phone, but I’ll be able to text, I hope that’s ok!

Leon holds his breath, hoping you’ll buy the excuse of why ‘Brett’ can’t talk on the phone.

That’s fine! I understand! I’ll see you Saturday ok?! I’m looking forward to it!

“So am I, babygirl,” Leon says, smiling down at the phone, “so am I.”

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough, so, come Saturday morning, you were up early to pack some clothes and toiletries for the weekend, getting everything into your car before hitting the road. You had texted Jill to let her know you were spending the weekend with Brett. Jill was just relieved that Brett was still safe and sound; admittedly, so were you. You get another text from Brett just before you leave.

When you get here, just come inside through the front door.

Ok! you reply.

The drive is actually quite lovely, it took you through the dense forests of Oregon which you couldn’t help but be reminded of Baxter State Park in Maine where Leon had held you captive. You immediately dispel that from your mind. Brett had been right, the drive takes you about three hours and you pull up on a moderately sized house with a two car garage, you reckon that Brett’s car is inside.

You park your car, turning it off and opening your door and stepping out. You walk around to the passenger side, opening the door and grabbing your purse along with your cellphone. You look at your phone, not surprised to see you had no cellphone reception out here. You look back over at the house before walking up to the front door. 

You reach to the front door handle, turning it and stepping inside, closing the door behind you. Upon getting inside, the resemblance to Leon’s house in Maine is uncanny; it has a minimalist, modern decor, but it smells clean, almost like bleach. Brett must have been getting it cleaned up for you.

“Brett, I’m here!” you call out as you step into the kitchen, setting your purse down on the kitchen table.

However, there’s no response at all, it was eerily silent.

“Brett?” you call out again before muttering to yourself, “maybe he’s in the shower or something…”

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” you hear a voice from behind you, a voice you know all too well.

The sound of it sends chills straight to your core, your eyes wide and your heart racing. It’s a voice that has haunted you for five years. You slowly turn to face the source of the voice and see none other than Leon Kennedy, wearing one of his trademark leather jackets with a button down shirt, jeans and boots. You start hyperventilating as you stare at him in disbelief. You reach up, pinching yourself in the side of your neck to make sure you weren’t having another nightmare.

Unfortunately, this is very real.

“You… died! I watched you fall!” you finally say to him.

Leon bursts out laughing, “you really thought a fall would kill me? A government trained agent? You severely underestimate my will to live, princess.”

“What did you do to Brett?” you ask, rage creeping into your voice.

“Oh… I imagine he’s a pile of ashes now, just like the rest of them,” Leon replies with a smug look.

“It was you… you killed them…” you say, backing away from him, your body trembling.

“They came between me and my precious babygirl, I was only doing what I had to. All I’ve ever wanted to do was protect you. I’m the only man you need, sweetheart,” Leon purrs, approaching you.

Your back abruptly comes into contact with a wall and you freeze as Leon walks up to you placing his hands on the wall to pin you, looking down at you with predatory eyes. You can’t help but stare into his blue eyes.

“Now then… where’s my baby?” he asks.

Oh my god, you think to yourself, he doesn’t know…

When you don’t respond, he presses, “well? Where’s my baby?”

You swallow hard, “Leon… I… I miscarried…”

His facial expression turns dark in an instant, “you’re lying.”

“Leon… I swear on my life I’m not lying, it happened the week after I left…”

“You’re lying! You’re hiding them, I know you are!” he growls, balling his fists against the wall, “where is my baby?!”

You watch as tears start to well up in his eyes as you stand there trembling, “Leon… there is no baby… I’m sorry…”

Leon lets out a pained roar as he punches his right fist into the wall, it breaks through the sheetrock, causing you to scream. He looks to the floor, his body shaking as he starts crying. After what seems like an eternity, he appears to collect himself, looking back at you, smiling.

“You know what? That’s fine, we can try again,” he coos as his hand lifts your chin to look up at him.

Before you can even react, his lips are on yours and he’s kissing you deeply. You place your hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.

“Don’t you dare fight me,” Leon says, his mouth still pressed against yours as he puts his hands onto your hips, pressing his body against yours.

As he pins you to the wall, you can feel the unmistakable feeling of his erection pressing against your body, straining against his jeans as he continues to kiss you. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see if there’s anything you can use as a weapon or a way you can escape, but come up short. 

He breaks the kiss, looking down at you lovingly, “whatcha looking for, sweetheart? Don’t worry, you won’t be getting away this time. You may have outsmarted me twice before, but, I assure you, that won’t be happening again.”

His hand comes up, cupping your cheek, caressing it.

“You’re going to stay here with me, with your loving husband, and have all my babies. We’re going to have a big, happy family. You’ll learn to love it,” an eerie grin appears on his face, “I promise.”

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The BSAA branch in Seattle was empty except for one office. Jill was working late, finishing up a report. After a while, she finishes up, but something has been egging at her. The name Leon Kennedy is familiar to her, so she enters his name into the BSAA database. Sure enough there’s a hit. She reads off the computer screen.

Leon Scott Kennedy

Estimated D.O.B. 1977

Employment History: Raccoon Police Department: 1998-1998, USSTRATCOM: 1998-2011, Division of Security Operations: 2011-

Known Operations: Operation Javier (2002), Los Illuminados (2004), Harvardville Incident (2005), Pittsburgh Incident (2006), Penamestan Conspiracy (2006), Eastern Slav Civil War Incident (2011)...

“Oh my god…” Jill says, “he’s not dead!”

Jill immediately grabs her cellphone, calling you to warn you. Your phone immediately goes to voicemail. Jill tries again at least five more times before calling Rebecca.

“Hello?”

“Rebecca, it’s Jill. Rememember when I told you about Leon Kennedy, her ex-boyfriend that supposedly died five years ago?”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“He’s not dead and I think he has her.”