#kennedy sisters

[strryhaze]

rosemary kennedy

true compass, ted kennedy / irene from red velvet, gq magazine / if your hands are full of fire, l.a. johnson / would’ve could’ve should’ve, taylor swift .

[dulcegal]

okayyyyy

(pat jean and eunice teehee)

[adarku]

playing resident evil is very stressful because there are monsters and hot people everywhere

[lipglossanon]

Our Lips Are Sealed

Brother-In-Law!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

A Little More Savory tier commission from Anon 💜

Word Count: 2173 (I keep going over 😩 lol)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cheating, dirty talk, cucking (although the husband doesn’t know lol), breeding, size kink, breeding kink, kissing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

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It’s another dumb family get-together hosted by your husband, which is basically an excuse for him to invite his brother and a few close cousins and get blackout drunk. This time, he uses the excuse of it being the holidays. 

“It’s the best time for families to come together!”

His exact words to you as the first of the invitees showed up at your front door. You’re honestly not surprised. It’s something you’ve come to expect from your husband. It’s put a strain on your marriage, although he somehow seems oblivious to it. The only person to lend you a sympathetic ear about the whole thing is your brother-in-law, Leon. 

He knows how much it bothers you, always giving you an empathetic smile once the drinking starts. You’ve noticed that he doesn’t drink as much when he’s around his brother—a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. 

“What happened with you? Y’used to drink like a fish,” he laughs, face red. A few of the cousins chuckle along with him.

Leon shrugs with an easy grin in place, “Just like to take it easy these days. Enjoy the finer things in life.”

He shoots you a glance, and you go hot all over. Later, after everyone either passes out where they sit or go crashes in one of the guest rooms, Leon’s the last one standing to help you carry your lush of a husband to bed. 

Your heart races when Leon’s hand brushes across your lower back; it could be seen as an accident, just him trying to help his brother stagger along, but you know it’s more than that. Excitement thrills through your body, making you bite your bottom lip while you glance at Leon from under your lashes.

The first time anything illicit happened, it wasn’t even that bad. After helping your husband to bed, you sat on the couch with Leon and spilled your marital woes. He drew you in close, a sweet side hug, and the next thing you remember is grinding in his lap as you make-out on the couch. 

Since that time, your physical relationship has tipped over into the taboo; it’s a very well-kept secret between the two of you. No one suspects a thing—least of all your husband. As much as you hate the drinking and the constant informal parties, Leon makes the headache bearable. 

Dumping your husband on the bed, you turn him in his side to help prevent any choking if he happens to get sick later. Leon stands behind you, body heat a beacon against your back. 

He runs a hand down your arm. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Leon,” you whisper urgently, eyes glued to your husband’s snoring face. “Wait until we leave.”

“Why? He won’t hear a thing,” he presses himself completely against you, rocking his bulge against the swell of your ass. “Gonna fuck you right here, sweetheart. Break this bed in.”

Slick coats the gusset of your panties, fabric sticking to the lips of your cunt. Biting your lip, you let Leon lead you around the edge of the bed until he’s pushing you down onto your side. 

He kisses you before slipping a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, so wet already. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Want it so bad.”

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like you need, does he?” Leon goads, working your panties down and off your legs. “What a fucking loser.”

“Leon,” you gasp. “You shouldn’t say that about your brother.”

“Why? It’s the truth,” he cups your pussy, middle and ring finger parting your slick folds. “Too bad you married the wrong Kennedy, sweetheart.”

Whining softly, you roll your hips down into his hand, “Leon, please, just touch me.”

“I gotta finger this tight hole or ‘m not gonna fit,” he croons, fucking his fingers into your fluttering walls. “We both know this little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big.”

Keening in your throat, you ruck your dress up so Leon has easier access to the apex of your thighs. 

“Look at that pretty hole,” he groans, fingers seeking out the spot at the front of your cunt that makes you squeeze down on the digits. “Married pussy’s the best.”

���D-don’t say that,” your thighs twitch, arousal burning hot in your belly.

“Why not?” He grins, and it makes your heart race. “It’s true. You’re married, and you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Cunt squeezing down on his fingers, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, shooting a quick glance to make sure your husband is still passed out. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Leon mutters to himself, fingers slipping from your wet heat with a wet schlick. 

His middle and ring finger are shiny with slick as he pops them in his mouth with a groan. “Taste so good, but I’m too impatient to lick you til you scream.”

You gasp, watching with dilated eyes while he takes his shirt off and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the shaft, making your mouth water for a taste.

He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. “Look at you drooling over it. Bet you’d love if I fucked that sweet little throat. Don’t worry, one of these days, I’ll have you choking and gagging all over my dick.”

You nod along with his words, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat and pussy dripping slick all over your thighs. He’s big. Much bigger than your husband’s dick; it sends a pulse through your cunt, knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

Kneeling in front of you, he humps your pussy, thick cock, sliding through your slick folds and across your clit. Whimpering, you part your thighs even further. 

“Please, Leon.”

His head presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. 

“Am I gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” He mocks, slapping the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “God, I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out.”

Whimpering, your eyes dart over to your husband passed out on his side of the bed. Your marital bed is pretty big—he always complained about needing the space—and now you’re appreciating that fact more than ever. 

Leon clicks his tongue. “What a poor, frustrated little pussy. She’s crying she needs my cock so bad.”

Choking out a moan, your head thrashes back and forth against your pillow while Leon sinks his thick cock inch by inch in your snug pussy. 

“Fucking hell, he’s not been giving it to you, has he?”

“Uh uh,” you hiccup a whine. “You’re too big. It hurts.”

“Aww,” he leans forward, bottoming out in your pussy with a grunt. “We’ll just have to get this hole used to being so full. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, slick coating his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he chuckles before kissing your temple. “And your married pussy is a perfect fit. So snug and wet.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you cry out against your palm as Leon begins to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts, pussy gripping his cock like a vice. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt. 

It’s so unfair how good this feels—knowing your husband’s right next to you as his brother pounds into your needy pussy. The pleasure crests higher and higher, body jostling with the movement so hard your tits bounce underneath your dress.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, grinning down at you, sweat darkening his fringe. “Cum all inside this cheating slutty pussy.”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “You can’t! What about m-my husband?”

“What about him?” Leon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “You’re fucking gagging to have me stuff you. You love my cock rawing this sweet little puss.” 

“Noo,” you cling to his biceps, fingers digging into his skin.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I guess I’ll just pull out and—“

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss, pussy walls gripping his dick tightly. 

“Please, don’t,” you whine. “Want your cock, want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby, gotta keep quiet,” Leon laughs in your ear, dick slowly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This fat pussy’s so loud, gonna get us caught.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “Feels so good, can’t help it.”

“Yeah? This tight pussy just can’t stop creaming my cock, can she?” He coos in your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. “Want me to put a baby in this cheating pussy?”

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. “Oh, please, want you to knock me up.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll breed this hot little pussy,” he groans, moving up onto outstretched arms. His hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt til it takes.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy, the sound—plap plap plap—filling the bedroom. 

You moan into your pillow, drool soaking the material as Leon rails you into the bed you share with your husband. 

He slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Which cock’s better, mine or my brother’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said which cock is better,” he thrusts deep enough the tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “Mine or my brother’s?”

You stumbled over your words, not able to think when he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear, “which cock do you love? Hmm? The one that makes you cum? The one that’s gonna breed this fat pussy til she’s pregnant? Or…”

He pulls out, and you whine while he smacks his wet cock against your ass, “Some fucking cuck who passes out while his brother dicks down his wife?”

“What’s it gonna be, baby?” He teases the tip in and out, in and out, until you finally press your ass back against him. 

“Yours, Leon,” you nearly sob when he fucks his cock back into your cunt. “Love your cock, s’the only one that makes me cum.”

He humps your ass, dick pounding at your drippy hole. “And? C’mon, what else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Leon, want you to cum in me. Cum in my cheating little pussy til you knock me up.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. “Good fucking girl, gonna breed this needy pussy, gonna knock up my brother’s wife—fuck!”

He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. 

“Cum for me, want this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill her up,” he bites the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, so I can give you a baby.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt, slick gushing from your hole to coat his pelvis and run down your thighs. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby, show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Leon moans. 

You shake and scream, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna breed you nice and deep like I promised,” Leon curses under his breath and thrusts a few more times against you before sinking to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into your pillow, body completely spent. 

He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, “Since this naughty little pussy is just leaking out all my cum, guess I’ll have to stuff it again.”

[barleyo]

*licks teeth and pins u against the wall* so uh...how bout one of those big bro leon fics, *I say with a glint in my eyes*

Purist.

Big Bro! Leon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: *quivers and covers chest nervously* w-w-well, i-i guess i could write a— a little something... *eyes shift awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with a gulp* uhm... here. i, uh, i hope you enjoy... (some of the dialogue is inspired by the 2007 movie teeth :3)

Tags: incest (brother-sister)/(daddy-daughter mentioned), coercion, dub-con, religious themes, allusion to p in v/a /no real penetration mentioned, fingering (anal and vaginal f receiving), brief mentions of previous sexual assault/abuse

Wordcount: 2.1k

You spent the entirety of your mid to late teen years obsessed with God. With purity. With salvation. Your parents dragging you and your brother, Leon, to church must've eventually struck a cord with you. Ever since the youth pastor chewed up that bubblegum and offered it around to everyone, making the point that nobody wanted a tainted 'treat,' the idea of staying untouched seemed to just click into place for you. Your body was a sacred thing, not to be touched or looked at lustfully by any man. 

Complete abstinence is easier than perfect moderation, as the great St. Augustine said. Why not swear yourself to chastity? A bond of complete celibacy, of purity, promised by you to your Lord.

Unfortunately, your big brother didn't seem to feel the same way.

Leon was your exact opposite, in the way that he couldn't spend a night alone. While you would sit in your room, reading or studying like a proper girl, the wanton sound of a random female companion of his would rip through the paper thin walls of your parent's house. Every night, or what felt like it, he would bring home a 'date,' as you called them, though, he would sooner call them 'easy sluts.' 

You weren't easy. Leon liked that about you. Every crude joke he made at your expense, wether at the dinner table or in the brief expanse of the hallway near your rooms, you shut down immediately. You were too maidenly for your own good, and unafraid to show it. Oh, he really liked it. Not like those other whores he'd snatch up on the way home, were you? His boyish, smug grins did nothing to bring you, his darling little sister, to your knees in the way it did other women your age. 

Maybe that was why he did it— bringing those girls over. He knew good and well you could hear them— hear him— through the thin walls. He could tell based on the way you looked at him with scornful eyes the morning after as he accompanied the umpteenth girl of his to the front door, tactfully kicking her out with the promise of calling her back. Of course, he did no such thing, the womanizer that he was. He'd wink at you. Taunting you. 

Maybe he did all of this to tempt you, to show you what you were missing out on. Maybe he was sending you a message. An offer? No. The more likely option was that he just liked to tease you. Yes, that seemed more 'brotherly.'

It was another night. Another sleepless night of being tormented by the lewd sounds coming from your older brother's room. You could practically hear the individual squeak of every spring in his old mattress as he used whatever girl he had with him now. You heard her muffled voice. Poor girl must've had her face pushed into the pillow. Maybe she was ugly. Leon always let the pretty ones look at him while he sexed them up— you could tell because you heard their voices much clearer in the night. 

It was nearly melodic. Hearing almost every movement between the two. You could piece it together in your mind, and before you knew it, you had your eyes tightly shut, imagining the scene.

You pictured it in more detail than you thought the Lord would be appreciative of. You saw your brother's toned back with his tapered waist, his taut muscles clenching and coated in a slick sheen of sweat as he worked his hips against a faceless girl's heat. It was a dance. You seemed to imagine it more passionate than it sounded. Where the girl next door was certainly getting pounded, your imaginary girl was being treated tender and soft. Gentle strokes accompanied by a firm grasp. 

You were yet again reminded the next day of how much different your real brother was to the version of him your mind conjured up the previous night. Not nearly as sweet, that was for sure. 

You pushed into his room, not bothering to give him the dignity of a knock. That was another thing he liked about you. For how meek and God-fearing you seemed to be, you could be a real bitch to your dear ol' brother. He found it sort of funny, the juxtaposition between how you really were and how his lackadaisical manner made you act. 

"We need to talk about your girlfriends," you said, slamming his door behind you. The breeze caused by the door made a few of his classless pin-up girl posters swish upwards, hanging on for their lives against the black walls of his room by the tiny scraps of tape he stuck them with. 

"Don't have any," Leon said casually, legs spread and arms over his chest. He tossed a baseball up and down, catching it in his palm as he leaned his head against his headboard. 

You huffed and stomped over to his bedside to snatch the baseball. He let you grab it, shooting you an amused grin as you palmed the ball far too big for your hand. 

"Well, whatever you want to call them—"

"Let's just call them whores, yeah?"

"I'm not going to call them that," you spat, eyebrows raising into your hairline. "Your 'friends.' How about that? Your 'friends' need to stop coming around. I can't live like this. I can't sleep!"

"Awh, poor thing. Your grade in 'prissy bitch' class must be dropping now. Y'fall asleep during your stick-up-the-ass exam, college girl?" he asked, nose scrunching teasingly as he eyed you. He reveled in how your offended look grew. 

"Can you take anything seriously, you ass?" You dropped his baseball to the floor and kicked it under his bed, to which he mumbled 'bitch' and an additional explicative or another under his breath. "Last night was ridiculous. I didn't get a wink of sleep. These walls aren't nearly as thick as you act like they are."

"Oh, you heard that? What, it turn you on or something?"

You stilled, arms rising back to cover your chest defensively. It didn't turn you on, per se, but it did something, that was for damn sure. You weren't about to confess that to Leon, though. Not if you had a choice. 

"No, it did not 'turn me on,' Leon. Do you hear yourself when you speak, or does everything come out on instinct?"

"Instinct. So, Virgin Mary, what're you harassing me about now? You don't enjoy the sweet, sweet sound of random chicks getting smashed?"

He sat up straight, back flush to his headboard now as he turned to face you. 

You got a good look at his features. Looked a lot like your dad. Score! Perfect excuse, suddenly coming to mind.

"No, I don't. I'm sure daddy doesn't appreciate it either," you said, trying to guard yourself with the veil of your father. 

Leon snorted. "Well, I guess daddy dearest will just have to come tell me himself then, won't he? Seems like he's too drunk nowadays to hear anything," he said, voice nearing bitter territory. 

"Don't talk about dad like that," your voice taking on a more protective edge in your father's defense. "He's going through a rough time. He doesn't need your shit."

"And I don't need yours. This whole abstinence thing has your horse pretty high, you know." Leon shifted his legs over the side of his bed, elbows resting on his knees. Most of the humor he had left in his voice had drained out, being replaced with a seriousness. "You aren't slick."

You narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows pinching together. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, sis," he said, mocking tone lacing the nickname, "we both know who you're saving yourself for, and I've been real patient up until now. I'm not gonna wait forever."

You wanted to repeat yourself, you wanted to ask just what the hell he meant by that, but he interrupted your train of thought.

"You think I couldn't hear you listening like a little pervert? Hell, even before I started bringing girls home. I couldn't jerk off without seeing you peeking through the crack in my door. Like I said, you aren't slick. You act like you're all hard and saintly, but you're just a nasty pervert, aren't you?"

So many thoughts ran through your head. So many emotions. Embarrassment, for one, at the fact that he knew of your dirty secrets regarding him. Anger at how casually he was airing this information. A strange warmth, as well, at how he teased you. You should've been screaming at him, at twisting this around on him, but you couldn't. 

"I'm sorry," you managed to squeak out, eyes dropping to your feet in shame. 

Leon just hummed in response, clearly not in dire need of an apology. In fact, he looked rather unfazed, like it was no problem for him at all.

"If you want to apologize, you can bring your little ass over here. Sit down, pervert."

"I don't know why you're acting so fidgety about this. You give it up to dad all the time, what's so different about me?"

Fuck. Leon really knew everything about you. This entire night was like having someone read your diary out loud to you, hearing every 'secret' you thought you had kept so well. 

"Shut up," you said, eyes clenched shut tightly as Leon curled his fingers up against your g-spot again. You bit back the urge to whine or moan. With how much he was teasing you, you didn't feel that he deserved the satisfaction. 

"Wonder what everyone would think. Daddy's good girl is good for more than she lets on, huh? Bet everyone already knows. There's no way a girl like you hasn't been taken before. Ain't a man on earth who wouldn't try it, y'know?"

You hated how that made you tighten around his fingers. Was that really what made you cum? Your brother calling you rapeable? The entire situation was so far out of your wildest imagination. A far cry from what the other girls he entertained had experienced, you were sure of that. 

Or, maybe, the way that he let your face upwards was what did it for you. Last you remembered, the rule was pretty girls faced up, ugly girls got flipped. Guess that counts for something. 

"I'm real fascinated by your pussy," Leon said after a few moments of silence. He was sitting between your legs, cock sprung free from his boxers as he kept his fingers plugged into your hole. He watched as your hole continued to kick and squeeze over his two digits. 

"I can tell. You won't stop lookin' at it," you mumbled, trying and failing to prop yourself up on your palms. 

"Not what I meant. Just meant it's pretty."

You don't know why you blushed at such a meaningless, near-objectifying compliment. A small part of you said that if Leon had seen so many in his life, and he said yours was pretty, then surely that meant something. You felt honored, in a weird way. 

"Bet it'll be even tighter around my cock."

"What? No, no, we can't do that, Leon," you said quickly, pulling away from his finger with a squelch. You tried to pull your panties up, but he stopped you. 

"Who says?"

You thought about it. You wanted it, sure. Really bad, actually. So, who says? Who said that you couldn't take a brief pause from chastity? You quickly told yourself what you said each time your father got a little too drunk a little too late a night and missed your mother a little too much. 

"Just be gentle," you said, exactly how you would on the nights where you looked a little too much like your mother. 

"Don't worry."

You expected to feel his cock swab against your folds. You expected to feel the eerily familiar pinch and stretch of being penetrated, but it didn't come. Your walls clenched almost eagerly around nothing. 

Instead, your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of a finger trailing around your asshole. Leon aimed his head forward and spat a fat glob onto your rim, rubbing it around to coat your hole. 

"Wait— Leon! Don't do that," you whined, feeling him finger sink in and stretch the ring of muscle. 

"You aren't a true-virgin anywhere else, sis. I wanna pop this cherry before someone gets to it before I do."

God, he was cruel. What was crueler was the way he prodded another finger into your hole like it was nothing. At least he had the awareness to spit again, coating the middles of his fingers in an attempt to ease the pain in your end. It worked, as well as spit could. 

His head dipped down and his tongue latched to your clit, giving it a few purposeful sucks before pressing a kiss to it too, piercing eyes looking at you from between your thighs. 

"Besides, anal doesn't really count, right? Isn't that what all you pure-not-so-pure girls say?"

[shlubbyart]

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[cocoandthequill]

Do I wanna know?

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader, Enemies to lovers dynamic

Wc: 3,6K

Warnings: mutual bullying, swearing, smoking, jealousy, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of killing, harassment, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, !switch! reader and leon, biting, spitting, a lil fluff at the end

Summary: As Ashley’s maid of honour reader has to spend a lot of time with someone she can’t stand. When it‘s time for the wedding a faithful moment might change the dynamic between her and Leon.

If you were asked to describe Leon Kennedy, you'd call him a pain in the ass—the kind of guy who made it his personal mission to irritate the hell out of you.

It didn’t help that he always walked around with that smug little smile, the one that just screamed, I’m better than all of you, like he was somehow superior to everyone in the room. And God, how he thrived on it. It was almost like he enjoyed getting under your skin, pushing all the right buttons until you were ready to snap. That cocky attitude, the way he’d drop a snarky remark just to watch you scramble for a comeback—it was as if he lived for the moment you’d roll your eyes and mutter something in frustration. It was infuriating.

And then, of course, there was the fact that he was Ashley’s brother-in-law, her fiancé Ryan’s older brother. That one small detail meant you were stuck dealing with him far more than you ever wanted to, especially now that you had the blessing—and curse—of being Ashley’s maid of honor.

As much as you loved Ash and were excited to be by her side on her big day, the thought of the wedding prep had you dreading one thing: Leon. You didn’t want to spend any more time in the same room as him, enduring his teasing and that smug smile every time he got under your skin. It was like he couldn’t help himself, always lurking in the background, waiting for a moment to rile you up.

One afternoon, as you and the bride-to-be were discussing flower arrangements for the wedding, Leon strolled in, settling into the armchair across from you. “What’s all this?” he asked, eyeing the floral designs. “Planning to suffocate the guests with all these flowers, or going for a ‘garden massacre’ vibe?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to stay calm. “We’re trying to make it personal, Lee,” Ashley said, her voice tight.

Leon smirked. “Cute, but maybe pick something that doesn’t scream ‘lack of style.’” He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement.

Your patience snapped. “Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

He grinned wider. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll work out. At least I’m offering constructive criticism, sweetheart.” With a shrug, he added, “I’ll be here when the real planning starts.”

You forced a smile as he left, muttering under your breath, “And yet, you still manage to contribute nothing.” But of course the asshole didn’t hear this.

After months of planning, hard work, and arguing (mainly with the groom's obnoxious brother), it was finally the day of the wedding.

The venue was beautiful—set in a charming estate surrounded by lush gardens and towering trees. The ceremony area was perfect, with a white flower-draped arch under the open sky, rows of pristine white chairs, and the sweet scent of roses filling the air. It was the kind of place that made everything feel romantic and magical.

You and the girls had already been styled and were nearly ready to go; it was just Ashley now. As you walked downstairs, you noticed Leon standing near the entrance, greeting guests just like you. He was dressed to perfection in his suit, looking annoyingly smug as usual.

You couldn’t resist. "Where’s your date, Kennedy? Couldn’t find a girl that was willing to risk a headache at your company?" you teased, giving him a sly smile.

Leon raised an eyebrow, unfazed by your jab, but the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. "I’m not the one who needs a date to look good, sweetheart," he shot back, his grin widening. "But thanks for the offer."

You shot him a pointed look, but before you could respond, Leon’s eyes flicked down to your dress, his smirk growing."Nice dress, by the way," he said, dragging the words out. "Did you get it from your grandma’s collection of curtains?" His tone was dripping with mock sweetness.

You stiffened, fighting the urge to punch him in his stupidly handsome face. "Keep talking, Leon, and you’ll be wishing you hadn’t."

He let out a soft laugh, his eyes twinkling with mock innocence. "Wow, am I supposed to be scared now?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Should I start writing my will, or is it more of a 'wait until after the ceremony' situation?"

Not even five minutes into the ordeal, and the bastard was already making you want to strangle him in front of everybody.

Slowly, the guests arrived, settling into their assigned seats, their murmurs of excitement filling the brisk summer air. You and the bridesmaids made your way to the altar, each step echoing in the quiet space.

As your luck played out, it was Leon who stood by you, not just as a guest but as Ryan's brother and best man. His expression was serious now, unlike all the times you’d observed him before, as though he too was caught up in the weight of the moment.

Ryan, on the other hand, looked excited, almost nervous, his hands fidgeting slightly as he stood across from you. His gaze kept drifting toward the back of the venue, eagerly awaiting his bride’s entrance.

And there she was, Ashley, looking more beautiful than ever. The soft rustle of the breeze carried the sound of the music, and the guests, all seated in their chairs under the open sky, turned their attention to her as she made her way down the aisle. The light of the setting sun caught the delicate details of her dress, and her smile was bright enough to rival the afternoon sun. Ryan’s eyes locked onto her, his nervousness melting away into pure admiration.

You felt a small tear prick at your waterline, threatening to spill over. This was your best friend, the girl you’d grown up with, the sister you never had, walking toward a new chapter in her life. Watching her so radiant, so happy, it hit you harder than you expected.

It felt like just yesterday you were both dreaming about days like this, and now here she was, making it all real.

The reception was beautifully done, everything you planned turning out even better than expected. You had to admit, you were proud of everyone who helped bring it all together. The food was fantastic, the atmosphere warm and joyful, and it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. You were able to enjoy yourself, laughing and dancing with all your friends, celebrating with the newlyweds, and soaking in the happiness of the day.

You were on the dance floor with the girls, spinning and laughing to the music, when an older man you recognized as a pretty known politician approached you. It was no surprise that many prominent people had been invited; after all, Ashley’s father had been the president just a few years back. The man was impeccably dressed, his smile warm but professional. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth.

A little surprised, you smiled politely and nodded, stepping into his arms. As you danced, the senator’s hand settled a little too low on your back, his fingers brushing the curve of your waist in a way that made you tense. You tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine, but it was hard. He leaned in too close, speaking in a low voice, complimenting you on how stunning you looked tonight. His hand lingered, his touch too familiar, and you tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, forcing you to stay closer.

Leon remained at his table, nursing a glass of whiskey as he engaged in light conversation with some of his friends and family. His eyes wandered around, not focused on anything in particular. Then he saw you, dancing with this guy.

His gaze sharpened, though his expression stayed neutral. He leaned back slightly in his chair, observing the two of you with a mix of curiosity and something more difficult to identify. His fingers tightened around his glass for a moment before he took another sip, though his thoughts seemed distant. The music in the background faded as his attention zeroed in, studying the way you moved with the guy.

You didn’t look like you really enjoyed the moment and he didn’t either. The way the old man’s grimy hands drifted over you made his blood run cold. His jaw clenched involuntarily. It wasn’t just the sight of you with someone else; it was the way he touched you, like you were his to claim. Leon could feel his patience wearing thin, his mind racing with a mix of anger and something darker.

He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but it did.

Without thinking, he pushed himself up from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. His eyes never left you as he made his way through the crowd, the music blurring around him. His steps quickened as he drew closer, he couldn’t let this go on any longer.

"Hey man, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna steal her from you for a second," Leon said, clapping the guy on the back a little too forcefully, his tone more blunt than necessary.

The senator shot him a confused look, clearly caught off guard, but before he could respond, Leon turned his attention to you.

"Actually, we weren’t d..." he began, but Leon cut him off with a sharp look, his patience running thin.

"The whiskey’s fine, but I’m sure you’re more interested in the oysters. You’re welcome to them," Leon dismissed him, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm as he ignored the man entirely.

Leon then turned to you, his tone shifting. "So, what do you say, sweetheart? Want to dance?" He extended his hand to you, his gaze intense, waiting for your response.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of your lips. Leon’s expression softened ever so slightly, and he took one of your small hands in his, placing his other hand on your waist. His grip was firm, but not overpowering, guiding you with ease.

The music faded into the background, the beat barely noticeable as the two of you moved together.

Thank you," you said, cringing internally, already bracing for his inevitable response.

"Princess Y/N, thanking me?" Leon gasped, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated disbelief. "Never thought I'd see the day."

His smirk widened as he leaned in just a bit closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "Guess I must be doing something right."

You flashed him a grin, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Don’t get cocky, Kennedy," you shot back, your voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Something tells me you came rushing to save me because you couldn't stand the thought of someone else getting all my attention. Didn’t like seeing how his hands were all over me, huh?"

Leon’s expression wavered for a brief second before he regained his composure, a low laugh slipping from his lips. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. Jealousy’s not my style. You just looked like a mess, and I figured I’d be nice for a change and lend a hand to a damsel in distress.”

You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as you looked up at him with a cool expression. “Nice try, Leon. You’re so full of yourself, it’s almost impressive. Just don’t get it twisted , we hate each other and you trying to be good for once isn’t going to make you seem like a saint.“

The man smirked, unfazed by your words. He leaned back slightly, his arms folding across his chest as he studied you with a mocking glint in his eyes. “Oh, I’m not trying to be a saint,” he replied, “I’m just doing what any decent person would do. But hey, keep telling yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N.”

You scoffed, pulling away from Leon. "I’m done with your childish antics. Enjoy the reception, and stop bothering me." Without waiting for a reply, you turned and walked away.

Leon couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—he loved getting under your skin. It almost excited him, though he couldn’t deny that your smile, rare as it was when aimed at him, was captivating. Standing on the dancefloor, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching your figure fade into the crowd.

Had he imagined it, or were you swaying your hips just a little more than usual?

Fucking tease.

A few hours and several bottles of champagne later, the night was winding down. Most people had already gone to bed or left the property. It was three in the morning, yet your group—including the bridesmaids, Ash, Ryan, and a few of his friends—was still going strong.

You slipped away from the group, craving a moment of peace. Stepping outside, you made your way through the quiet night to the terrace. The cool air brushed against your skin as you leaned against the railing, your gaze drifting to the distant lights.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a tall figure a few feet away—broad shoulders, blonde hair. His suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal veiny, muscular forearms. Leon. You weren’t sure if he had noticed you, but your eyes lingered on him, unwilling to look away. You felt something pool in the pit of your stomach.

And then you saw it—the fucker was holding a blunt. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh, the sight of him so unexpected and out of place. Leon slowly turned, raising an eyebrow as he caught your gaze, a half-smirk playing on his lips.

"Aren’t you the one fighting crime, officer?" you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Leon took a slow drag, his eyes locking with yours. "Well, can't really arrest myself now, can I?" he replied, before adding with a mischievous glint, "But I wouldn't mind arresting you."

You feigned a shocked look, a playful laugh escaping your lips. "Is that a threat or an offer?" you shot back, the tension between you thickening as you couldn't help but smile at his boldness.

The thought of him putting handcuffs on you briefly crossed your mind - for fuck‘s sake.

"Give me a hit!" you demanded, your tone playful yet firm.

Leon raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. Without a word, he stepped closer and pressed the blunt to your lips, gently guiding it into your mouth while taking your jaw in his calloused hand. "Jesus, sweetheart, couldn’t have asked nicer," he murmured, his voice low and amused as he watched you.

The way you inhaled the smoke, holding his gaze without flinching, stirred something deep inside Leon. His chest tightened, a burning feeling spreading through him. You were beautiful, effortlessly so, and in that moment, he couldn’t look away.

Slowly, you handed the blunt back to him, your fingers brushing against his. He didn’t pull away; instead, Leon took a step forward, backing you against the railing. And you didn’t stop him. You didn’t know if it was the champagne making you more than just tipsy, the weed, or the mix of both, but in that moment, you didn’t plan on leaving. You stayed, heart racing, fully aware of the heat building between you.

And then you did it. Taking another drag, you closed the small gap between the two of you, your breath mingling with his. You exhaled the smoke slowly, letting it drift into his awaiting mouth, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Leon’s blue orbs were dark now, lust evident in them. You slung your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. An electric tension crackling between you as you both lingered in the shared space.

Leon inhaled the toxic substance greedily and brought his lips to yours hungrily.

This kiss was anything but sweet. It was filthy and desperate, tongues exploring another, teeth clashing against each other. Both battling for dominance. He pulled you even closer, grasping the back of your neck with one hand, his other on your waist, gripping tightly.

Leon didn’t care about being gentle with you, he was desperate and needed to feel something. To feel you. From the inside out.

Slowly, you broke apart, breathing shallowly. The blunt lay somewhere in the grass, completely forgotten. You had your hands on his broad chest, exploring the taut muscles underneath the thin layer of cotton. Slowly, you peered up at him from under your lashes, "Come to my room?“ you asked, though you both knew that this wasn’t a question. Leon didn’t hesitate for a second. You almost ran to the room, fumbling to find the key to unlock it. When you stepped inside, none of you had bothered to take off their shoes.

In an instant, Leon threw you on the bed and crawled on top of you. With both of his toned arms on either side of your head, he had you caged in, trapped. The man was lowering his lips to yours again. Then he started trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck. "Fuck, sweetheart, you smell divine. Can’t wait to ruin you.“ he rasped against your skin, clearly at least as intoxicated as you. You could feel his hard-on, pressing against your clothed core. „God K-K-Kennedy, make yourself useful and do something about it.“ you mewled, desperate to feel something between your thighs. Leon pushed himself off you and hiked your dress up. Ever so the obedient man. He chuckled when he saw your lace panties "All this for me? Cute.“

"Shut up!“ you hissed, shoving his face to the spot you wanted it most.

He pushed your thighs apart, dragging his fingertips above the exposed skin, watching with a grin, as you wrothe beneath him impatiently. Then, he took ahold of one of your legs and draped your high-heeled foot above his shoulder. Slowly, the blonde started leaving small pecks from your ankle - placed on his broad front - to the length of your limb, reaching your inner thighs. Gradually he started biting into them, almost breaking the tender skin, causing you to shriek and moan from the pain and frustration, that was building up inside of you.

Afterwards, Leon started kissing and licking at your cunt, still clad in lace. He pulled your underwear up, watching amusedly as your puffy folds encased the delicate fabric. He ripped your panties off with his teeth and sneakily pocketed them in his suit pants.

Leon wanted a reminder of this shared moment with the woman he learned to hate so deeply over the years.

You were so needy and whiny already and he hasn’t even got to touch you. He began licking a long stripe up the length of your pussy, before sucking on your clit, letting it go with a pop. "Lord!“ you hissed, tangling your fingers in his messy hair and pushing him even deeper into your heat. "The most beautiful meal, sweetheart.“ Leon groaned against your core, his voice muffled by the puffy lips, his nose bumping against your sensitive pearl. He ate you out like a man starved. Every time you slightly squirmed, he would grip your thighs harshly, stopping you from trembling any further.

He added one hand, running it along your slit, carefully easing his index finger into your fluttering hole, while sucking and pulling on your clit with his teeth. You whined and clenched around him as Leon did so, which encouraged him to add another digit into you. Slowly, he stared thrusting in and out of your pussy, enjoying the squelching sounds of your wetness, making you scream his name, while tears were running down your flushed cheeks already "F-Fuckk, Leonnn, ffuuuck, I gotta-gotta pee.“, you screamed at him, in hopes of him stopping. But he didn’t, the man watched as he brought you to your high, a predatory glint in his blue orbs.

You shuddered, the sweet release you had chased, escaping your gaping hole as it catapulted you into another dimension."Dirty slut, look at the mess you made“, he said in a condescending, almost mocking tone as he took your face in his hands, making you look around at the wet sheets. You both knew how much he enjoyed watching you squirt for him.

You slowly reached for the collar off his dress shirt, connecting his lips to yours, being able to taste yourself on Leon’s tongue now. Moaning into the kiss you started tearing his clothes off of him, throwing them somewhere in the room. The man pulled your dress over your head, smirking as your braless tits came into his view, bouncing slightly as you positioned yourself on his, still clothed, manhood. You began to grind on it, teasingly, making him groan needily, looking up at you with lidded eyes "Aghh, n-nneeed to fuck you noww, sweetheart.“ You palmed him through his boxers, noticing a stain of precum on the black fabric, "Ohh baby, you’re just so eager for me.“, you praised, teasing him. Slowly you lowered yourself between his beefy thighs and started giving his cock light kisses, eliciting even more desperate growls from your supposed nemesis.

Before you knew it, he had manhandled you so you were laying flat on your belly. Now on top of you again, his boxers off, Leon teased the tip of his dick between your puffy, pink folds, not entering you yet. You turned your head, trying to sneak a look at his length, when he pushed your head into the mattress. "Look at who’s desperate now.“, he chuckled degradingly, almost sadistically.

Slowly, he prodded at your entrance with his tip and without any warning he plunged himself into your pussy fully. "Leeeonn, oh g-god.“, you babbled, completely cockdrunk, not comprehending anything. He gave you almost no time to adjust, then he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit. Leon took your jaw into his hand and made you gaze at him, making eye contact. While still ruthlessly pounding into you, he pried your mouth open with this thumb and spit into it, leaving a string of saliva that connected your lips to his swollen ones. "Swallow.“ And you did, hungry for more, you kissed him again. Teeth clashing against each other from the force he was using to fuck into you.

His other hand had found your needy clit and started rubbing it, pleasuring you even further. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin and both of your desperate moans and pants. "B-baby aaah, c-can’t last much longeer.“, Leon groaned into the crook of your neck, his tip kissing your cervix simultaneously.

Your fingers entwined on the sheets, you reached your high, at the same time. A shudder went through your whole body as the burning coil in your gut snapped.

His thrusts got sloppier and he spurted his hot sperm into your awaiting womb.

Afterwards Leon and you stayed like that for a bit, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other. He slowly pulled out of your warmth, making sure not to hurt your sore body. The blonde-haired man started cleaning you up. Afterwards he got back into bed with you, cradling you against his broad chest. You were almost asleep when you mumbled, "I still hate you, Leon.“

He chuckled, his lips grazing the crown of your head as he whispered, "Funny, because I could’ve sworn you were about to say you love me, sweetheart.“

Y‘all I‘m sorry about any spelling errors, I didn’t proofread this thing bc I honestly think it’s not that good. Just had an idea and I wanted to write it down before I forgot. Also lmk if you would want to read more stuff with Leon bc I honestly just love him. For this story I imagined re4 Leon because it would match the storyline by age best but whatever suits you. Thank you for reading, xx

[almondcroissantsandink]

what Leon was doing on his vacation before Chris and Rebecca showed up (and also an explanation as to why his hair is ashy blond when he’s younger and brown when he’s older, based on a convo I had with @puddle-lane on Insta)

also the t-shirt is old and Ashley made it with iron-on letters and patches after they got back from Spain as a thank-you gift

[azul-marie]

ada. (enamour)

fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)

something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.

it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.

warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.

your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.

“long time no see, kitten.��

her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.

“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.

instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.

“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.

ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.

it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.

“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”

you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.

“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.

given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.

ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.

a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”

the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.

almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.

“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.

ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”

guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.

“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”

“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.

“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”

she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.

“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.

a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.

“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”

leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.

then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.

“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.

“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”

his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.

you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.

“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”

courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.

it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.

“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”

leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”

you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”

the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”

“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”

“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.

all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.

[residentevilnet]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)

[strryhaze]

from l-r: nancy tuckerman, bobby kennedy, jackie kennedy, patricia lawford, joan kennedy, jean smith kennedy, lem billings, lee radziwell, stanislaw radziwell, & teddy kennedy

the friend group is friendgrouping

[megamyceted]

THE BELLA SISTERS resident evil 4 remake, 2023

[mr-gallows]

Have some feels fuel, y'all.

[bergerhandcuffs]

No no ,the fym luis is dead? ,NOOOOO SILLY,he is in vendetta! He's just waiting for leon to come back so that they could cuddle again

(Two versions cuz I've gone blind)

[mooseonahunt]

✨Just a couple of dads keeping their daughter happy y’know how it goes✨

[mewomanjericao]

dee my beautiful daughter,,,,