#capcom x reader

[kaivenom]

Shooting Gallery Date

Summary: you both are spending some time on the shooting gallery, more like Leon is having fun and you are watching him. That is until you decide to take some action.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warning: sexual tension but mostly cute couple goals.

A/N: purely self-indulgent, it was time that I write somehing for this men.

Masterlist

The spanish music was sounding loud on the speakers of the gallery, so high that you can almost ignore the shooting sounds of your boyfriend's gun.

He was on his 30th try for the S rank and you were starting to get upset. Your book is interesting but mix it with the music, the shooting, uncomfortable barrel you are using as a seat, etc... and you end up running out of patience.

When he told you about going on a date, you expected something different, even thought you aren't going to complaint about his biceps showing.

"Aishhhhhhh..." you sighted again, everytime more obvious, trying to get Leon's attention.

"Fine, I am done, this is impossible." he left the gun on the desk and the beeping sound of the end came around.

"So... we can go take dinner?" he looked really annoyed and you thought for a moment that he was too angry to spent time with you, but his look softened.

"Come here." he said with a sweet voice, so you did.

He put his arms around your waist and kissed your lips slowly.

"I know I didn't give you the attention you expected... i got a little self-absorbed by my competitiveness." his low voice on your´neck made you shiver, "come here."

He sat you on the desk and continued kissing you, really deep and passional, just what you needed. You put your arms and legs around him so your bodies are closer. But then an idea popped into your mind.

"So... what it is so interesting about these thing." you took one of the guns and started moving it, inspecting it casually.

"Don't move that like a toy, it is not." he took the gun out of your hands and kissed your cheeks playfully. "Why do you suddently care?"

"Maybe I want to know what my boyfriend was so interesting in, that he left me forgotten on a barrel for TWO HOURS" that last thing was a little more agressive that you expected.

"Ok, then you are going to see it. Come down." you put yourself on the ground and Leon turns you around, facing the cardboard objectives.

His chest presses against your back and you could feel all his muscular and trained body. His hands moved up and down your arms, as if he was encouraging you.

"Now, you grab the gun like this." his arms surround you and the gun is placed on your face.

His fingers help you put yours in place, but concentrating is difficult with is cologne next to you and his jawline next to your head.

"Now, we press and shoot." the noisy BAMM made you step back but Leon's body was the perfect wall.

A small deep laugh came from his chest and you can't help but frown. Then, you both realized you did a score, on the head of the cardboard figure.

"I am a pro."

"Begginer's luck." he sounded a little upset, and you can't help but kiss his neck.

His addam's apple trembled and a low grunt escaped his lips.

"Do you want another try?" his look was more than determined now.

"I do."

With each shoot your bodies were closer and your cheeks blushed more. Your aim was getting better, try by try.

"I think we can try together."

"Oh really?" his hug almost cut your breathing.

"I do, at least we can try, what is one more attempt?"

And finally, with your help, Leon finally got the S rank. You were jumping with excitement and he was static looking at the screen.

"Maybe what you needed since the begining was to include your girlfriend on your plans."

You couldn't continue because his lips were on yours, needy as you never saw him. He pressed you against the wall.

"Yeah, maybe I needed to do that... that was such a turn on and I finally got the S rank. Now, We go take dinner, I pay and we go to a hotel so I can give you the love an attention you deserve."

[priscilladawn]

Too lazy to write…But never too lazy to write a few headcanons about Older!Retired Neighbor Leon and Young!Teacher Reader! Just a little glimpse into the future for this duo! ᵔᴗᵔ

Older!Retired Leon who watches you dance around in your kitchen from his homes living room every evening and early morning--Still in your tiny little frilly nightgowns in the early hours, switching over to adorable floral girly dresses in the evening.

Older!Retired Leon that pats your booty like they are a pair of bongos, humming the melody of some stupid silly rock song that's older than you, shocked you've never heard of it. Smirking down at your delicate figure, cheek smushed up against his chest, giving him those big eyes and cheesy smile he adored, staring at your exquisite features, all before giving those buns a few squeezes before you protested!

Older!Retired Leon that loves it when you're trying out a new recipe, calling him into your kitchen every few minutes asking him the same questions: “I-Is it good?” “Does it need more salt?” “Try it! I promise, I added something else!” Of course, nothing was ever wrong with your food. It was all amazing to him, especially since he couldn't even recall the last time he had a home cooked meal. Yet you were a worry wart, always wanting to make sure it was perfect before plating. Even if he scarfed it down in less than five minutes.

Older!Retired Leon who although older than you, more tired, and less energetic, still fulfills every single one of your needs and wishes. Buying you that pretty dress from that fancy boutique downtown, delivering fresh flowers to your home and job weekly, loving how you tell him the reaction of your students when they walked in and saw that giant bouquet on your desk.

[femaleboysblog]

every time dante shows his little fangs I feel like a victorian man seeing a woman show her bare ankles

[mori-me-daddy]

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

The jarl awaits, basking in the glow of a full, highland moon. What will you offer her, should you accept her invitation?

Keep an eye out for Shield Me Chapter 7 in the next few days. For now, have Jarl Dimitrescu lounging in the moonlight chin up titties out.

[galaxy-fleur]

Thinking 'bout Leon in his 40's-50's getting his first streaks of gray hair... Need to see that badly, he'd looks so good with them! Although he strikes me as the type to have a full on crisis at the first gray hairs he sees.

He's been stuck in the bathroom for, like, 20 minutes now, so you go to check on him and catch him straight up sitting on the toilet, head in his hands like he just heard the worst news possible, his eyes clouded over... And when you anxiously try to figure out what the heck has him looking like this, he points to his gray hairs.

That's it. He's getting old. Time for the midlife crisis, it seems. It's hard not to laugh at him, but he looks so genuinely bothered you might wanna hold off on teasing for a bit.

He'll feel better if you kiss the top of his head and say he looks handsome with them though. Still a bit panicky, but better. He's a bit of a drama queen with his hair, but it's cute.

[historyonthespectrum]

IM MAKING MORE OF THESE

[jumpscaresoutoftheblue]

[snake-b1te]

Is it just me or did anyone else want Heisenberg to be a free roaming enemy within the factory like Lady D in her castle? On my first run I was so cautious because I expected him to turn up at any given moment but later when I discovered he only has a few scripted events with the player I was… disappointed? Like how cool would it be if he caught the player and threw scrap metal like missiles at us (basically his whole moveset as in the mercenaries dlc)? Or him taunting Ethan with how he should’ve accepted his deal etc. I just have a hard time imagining Heisenberg letting Ethan basically roam free through his factory, given it being established that he has basically everything under surveillance.

Point being, and I feel like it’s something that has been said before about him, he’s a missed opportunity and had great potential as an antagonist and enemy within the gameplay itself.

[robidentevil]

∘⧼ ⋆ my spot ˚⧽ ˳

collegestudent!leon kennedy x fem!reader - college au

chapter 3.. WOOHOO my favorite so far.. hope u enjoy it heheheheheeheh

-chapter 3-

You should’ve known the universe wasn’t done screwing with you.

The professor read through names like they were filler audio—just background noise—until yours slipped out. You gave your usual half-muttered reply.

“And Leon Kennedy?” he called.

That voice. That snarky, unmistakable voice answered. Of course.

He’s your partner? Great. Fantastic. Why were you just now finding out his name?

You stood up, ready to bolt out of the lecture hall and pretend this never happened, when you heard him call behind you—

“Yo, Y/N.”

You turned.

“Need your number.”

You blinked. Then laughed in disbelief. “Why? Want to ask me out on a date?”

He frowned like you’d offended him. “No?.. For the project.”

Shit. You're a dumbass. “Oh! Yeah, totally—I was just kidding. It’s ********.”

He walked off without another word. No reaction. No smirk. No nothing. What a bitch.

…He did text you later that day, though.

A few hours later, you were standing in front of his dorm room. You knocked once—and the door opened way too fast. Was he waiting for you?

You decided not to dwell. You had bigger problems to face. Like the group project. With your enemy. (From the past 48 hours—but that’s beside the point.)

You hadn’t realized you were just standing there, zoning out, until he stepped aside and tilted his head.

“You coming in or…?”

You stepped inside, brushing past him.

“You want something to eat?” he asked, scratching his head.

“If it’s another protein bar, I swear to God—”

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, hey! They build character.”

You let out a laugh, unfiltered and sudden. “Yeah, okay, Leon.”

He watched you fidget with your hands, then cleared his throat.

“Sooo… living room? Or—”

“Dining table,” you cut in.

“Right. Okay.” He nodded, shoved his hands into his pockets, and went to gather his things.

An hour passed.

You were still fighting over the meaning of a quote. God. Literature.

“Do you always argue like this?” he asked, glancing up at you.

You shrugged. “Only when I’m right.”

“So, never?”

You rolled your eyes. You could be doing better things right now. Like dissecting this quote. Or literally anything else.

Eventually, you actually started writing the essay. And of course, he had thoughts.

“That’s your thesis? Bold…”

You looked up at him, unamused. “Bold or correct?”

He avoided eye contact. “…Bold.”

Cute. Wait—cute? Did you just think he was—Are you out of your damn mind?

“Heeeyyyo?? Do you even hear me right now?” Leon waved a hand in your face like a maniac.

“Stop! You’re making me dizzy,” you muttered, batting him away. “Let’s just finish this for today.”

These meetups became a daily thing over the week. There were… moments. Like when he changed his shirt in the corner of his room and you caught a glimpse of his happy trail.

…What the fuck is wrong with you?

The next morning, you woke up feeling like death. Leon was the last person you wanted to deal with. But responsibilities existed. Ugh.

Buzz. Buzz.

Your phone vibrated. Jill. Texting you.

After what felt like a century, your classes were finally done. You walked into your dorm and found Jill, cross-legged on the bathroom sink, doing her makeup.

“You’re gonna fall doing that.”

She looked back. “No, I won’t! …At least, I don’t think I will.” She grimaced and went back to her eyeliner.

“Ada’s coming, by the way..”

You groaned. “Really? Ada? Jill, you know we don’t get along—”

“OH COME ON! Just give her another chance, pleaseee.”

“Fine. Just—stop nagging. I hate it.”

She grinned, smug and victorious.

An hour—or maybe a few—later, you both headed out. The frat house is ten minutes away. Your plan? A few drinks. Beer pong. Leave early.

It was going fine… until you saw that blond head. Shit. He was here?

Lying bastard. (Not like you didn’t lie too… but still.)

He looked good. Too good. Out of the hoodies and headphones, in actual decent lighting… He could model. Why didn’t he model?

“Ooo, he’s cute,” Jill whispered, nudging your arm. “Want me to set you up?”

“Ehem?? That’s the guy I’ve been telling you about!”

Her jaw dropped. “THAT’S—”

“JILL! Shhh!”

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “That’s demon boy??” She took a long look at him. “Damn. I would've enjoyed every mom—”

You pinched her side to shut her up.

“Should I play with this discovery?” she teased.

“Totally,” you grinned. “Text him.”

You did. And he responded with a sigh. Like you were a chore. Again.

Jill peeked at your phone.

“Damn. What a dick.”

“Right? And you’re the one calling him McDreamy.”

She pursed her lips teasing. “Him being a dick doesn’t make him less gorgeous.”

Before you could answer, she dragged you toward the drinks table.

Everything after that? A blur. You might’ve downed like 50 fireballs.

You woke up on a couch. Not Jill’s. Not Ada’s.

The dining table across from you looked… familiar. Shit.

You were at Leon’s.

You fumbled through your purse, grabbed your phone. 19 missed calls from Jill. 8:00 AM. Saturday. Thank God.

You got up quietly, trying to sneak out—until you saw him in the kitchen.

“Hey. You’re not leaving on an empty stomach,” he said. “If something happens to you, I’m screwed.”

You turned around, eyes sharp. “Oh, so this is about you? Why am I even here?”

His expression turned defensive. “I brought you here because you were dead drunk and I didn’t know where you lived!”

You winced, holding your head. “Shit… sorry. I don’t know why I screamed.” You exhaled. “Let’s just forget it.” You moved toward the door.

“I gotta go.”

You heard him start to protest as you shut it behind you.

Thankfully, you lived a few floors above. As you got into your room, you caught your reflection.

Your makeup… gone. He wiped it off? Where did he even get makeup wipes?

Why was he being so nice?

You didn’t have time to think. You needed sleep. The meetup was at six.

Later that evening, you returned to his dorm and knocked. He opened the door, same as always. You sat down, expecting work. But he just… stared.

“What are you looking at?” you asked.

He quickly looked away. “Nothing.”

A pause. Then—

“Did you go out with Ada?”

You groaned. “Seriously, Leon? Now’s not the time.”

“She almost left you there. If Jill hadn’t found me—if I hadn’t come—”

You cut him off. “Thanks for your input, Dad. But I can take care of myself.”

He rolled his eyes and dropped it. The usual rhythm resumed. Barely.

“Are you suuure? That sounds like bullshit to me,” he teased later.

You raised a brow. “Really?”

He backed off immediately. “No… not really.”

You hummed a soft mhmm in response.

He giggled.

Cute.

Wait—no. Weird. Right?

You weren’t sure anymore. Because it wasn’t a chore anymore. It was… kind of fun.

You actually turned down Hangouts for this. (Pssst… he did too.)

You had something to look forward to. Someone.

One day, he casually dropped a Rice Krispies bar in your lap.

“What’s this?”

He shrugged. “You said you were waiting for a better protein bar flavor. This was the sugariest one I could find to match the cup of caramel in front of you.”

You laughed. “Leon. This isn’t protein. It’s cereal.”

He raised a brow. “Potato, potahto.”

God, he was a dumbass. Your dumbass?

…Maybe.

—-

The dim light of the empty study room flickered overhead, casting shadows on the forgotten papers scattered across the table. The hum of the air conditioner filled the silence between you and Leon, but it did nothing to cool your rising temper. You stood across from him, arms crossed, pulse thrumming hot beneath your skin—mostly from frustration.

“I’m serious, Leon,” you snapped, your voice sharp as you tried to keep it from shaking. “You don’t just get to hijack the whole project and pretend like we agreed to your idea.”

Leon leaned back against the table, effortlessly calm, that infuriating little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He crossed his arms, like he was settling into the argument instead of trying to end it.

“I didn’t hijack anything. You just don’t like that someone actually had a better plan.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. “You are so—God, you’re so infuriating sometimes. I can’t argue with you when I’m this—”

“What?” he cut in smoothly, his eyes catching yours and holding them. “Turned on?”

The words landed between you like a dropped match. For a second, you actually forgot how to breathe. You froze, every nerve in your body buzzing. Heat crawled up your neck, blooming across your face like wildfire. Leon was smirking now—barely—but it was there. Controlled. Knowing. He’d planned that.

“I was going to say angry, you jackass,” you managed to hiss, but the edge in your voice was gone, replaced with something… shaky.

His smirk didn’t fade. “Mm. Same thing, isn’t it?”

Your breath caught again. You hated how your body reacted to the low rasp of his voice, the way the air between you suddenly felt heavier. You hated how close he seemed even from a few feet away. And most of all, you hated the awful, undeniable truth echoing in your head:

He might’ve been right.

Eventually, the silence broke. You packed up your notes with trembling hands, neither of you saying much after that—but the tension hung in the air like static.

When you finally left the study room, he held the door open for you. You stared at him in disbelief, still caught off guard by whatever the hell that was. In classic Leon fashion, he kicked at your ankle as you walked past. You stumbled forward with a hissed “ow,” turning to glare at him.

Of course. You slapped him on the arm in return. He grinned like he’d won something.

You both stepped into the front lobby of the library—just in time to hear the crash of thunder. It was pouring. Sheets of rain hammered against the pavement outside, wind slicing sideways.

“What is with your weather luck and libraries?” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

Leon said nothing—just pulled an umbrella out of his backpack. You blinked.

“…You checked the weather?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I don’t like being soaked on the walk back. Crazy, I know.”

Before you could sass back, he popped the umbrella open and stepped closer, holding it over both of you. His arm brushed yours as you walked side by side under the awning, the wind still managing to sneak in. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. You just listened to the rain and let the silence stretch between you, warmer now than it had been in the study room.

When you reached the split in the path, he gave you a lazy half-smile as he stepped back, hand still holding the umbrella out over you.

“Night.”

It wasn’t much. But it made your stomach do that stupid flip again.

You gave a little wave and turned toward your dorm, heart still pounding for some ungodly reason.

Inside, you kicked off your shoes, still thinking about it. You didn’t owe him a thank you, but… maybe a short text wouldn’t kill you. Something casual. Like "thanks for the umbrella lol". Reasonable. Normal.

You typed:

“you’re kinda nice when you’re not being a smug asshole”

Your thumb hovered. Then deleted. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Gone.

You let out a groan and put your phone on the counter.

“HEY! COME ON!!” Jill’s voice rang from the other side of the door. “Stop hogging the bathrooooom!”

You sighed and headed over. But she was waiting just outside the door, one brow raised suspiciously.

“Hey… why are you smiling?” she asked, arms folded. “Was the project that funny?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut. Up.”

Her jaw dropped in theatrical horror. “OH MY GOD. You like him.”

You grabbed the nearest towel and threw it in her face. “I DO NOT.”

She held her hands up in surrender, laughing. “Okay, okay. Just finish up!”

You closed the door and stared at yourself in the mirror for a second.

“…Do I?” you muttered.

The silence that followed didn’t help. Not even a little.

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[meganswifeong]

This is making me shit laugh. “Doesn’t correlate with canon”. Dawg the only canonical romance/relationships we see Leon engage with in CANON is flirting with random women or slinging for a hookup. And fucking Ada. Who outside of kissing when she was using him he let blue ball him.

Re4r is atm the only re game Leon doesn’t flirt with random women in.

I feel like, no shade to anybody, but the sheer amount of people posting these sorta takes have collectively decided fanfiction/fanon interpretations of these characters are canonical — If you want a male re character who isn’t promiscuous … maybe go w Chris? Or Carlos? Hell even William Birkin. Birkin canonically was married and had a family with his coworker.

Leon is notably depicted as promiscuous, he’s the poster boy for a male-oriented video game. You guys have red tinted glasses on. Capcom isn’t gonna make Leon Kennedy a sweet lover boy, they’re gonna make him however the American male audience will best enjoy. Which is a badass promiscuous agent.

It’s a survival horror game. From a company. Making games for men. Not shoujo.

[itsraven0v0]

*unangries myyour Krauser*

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

I made this for my phone <3

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Lady Dimitrescu — Take Me Back To Eden Print. Available soon.

[jjmbbg]

"Memories from the past"

cw: leon s kennedy x fem!reader, ptsd, trauma, nightmares, and emotional distress, leon being vulnerable basically. pookie needs a hug.

a.n: there are no serious pictures of this guy omg i love this fandom.

(pics from pinterest)

You wake to the sound of his breathing—sharp, heavy, broken.

This isn’t the first time.

The clock on the nightstand glows, marking 2:37 AM, the faint hum of the heater filling the quiet room. But beneath it, you hear him—muttering something under his breath, jaw clenched tight, body coiled with tension. Leon's back is facing you, and you can see his shoulders tremble beneath the thin sheet, his muscles flexing like he’s preparing for a fight.

Another nightmare.

You sit up slowly, really careful not to startle him. This has been happening more often lately—since Spain, since Ashley, since Luis, since the weight of everything he’s carried for years finally began to crack the armor he's spent so long building after blocking his memories from Raccoon City.

But he never talks about it. Never lets you see him like this.

Until now.

Gently, you reach out, brushing your fingertips against his shoulder. "Leon…" your voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

He flinches. Hard. A sharp inhale cuts through the dark as his entire body jerks awake.

You've seen him move fast before—too fast, really—but this is different. There's no calm calculation in the way he pushes himself upright, breathing ragged as if he's still trapped in whatever hell his mind pulled him into. His eyes, wide and unfocused, dart around the room like he’s searching for a threat.

"Hey—hey, it's me" you say quickly, sliding closer. "It's okay. You're safe"

His gaze finally settles on you. For a moment, he just stares, chest rising and falling with the kind of exhaustion that no amount of sleep could fix. Then his shoulders sag, the tension bleeding out of him in one slow, shuddering breath.

"…Sorry" he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair. "Didn't mean to wake you"

"You didn't" you lie, reaching for his hand. His fingers twitch slightly as you lace yours through them, but he doesn't pull away. "Was it… Raccoon City again?"

He doesn't answer right away. Instead, his thumb brushes absently against the back of your hand—a habit he's developed without realizing it, one that usually soothes both of you. Tonight, though, it feels different. Detached.

"It's always Raccoon City" he admits quietly.

You swallow against the ache in your chest. Even after all these years, it still haunts him. The city. The people he couldn’t save. The things he had to do to survive.

But this—this isn't just about the past. You can tell by the way his jaw tightens, by the flicker of something heavier in his expression.

"It's worse now, isn't it?" you ask, barely audible.

Leon's head dips in a faint nod. "Spain… it brought everything back. And Ashley…" He trails off, exhaling a bitter laugh. "I almost lost her. I keep thinking—if I'd been slower, if I'd screwed up—"

"You didn't" you cut in, squeezing his hand. "You saved her, Leon. You always find a way"

His mouth twists into something like a smile, but there's no warmth behind it. "Yeah. But at what cost?"

You've never seen him like this—not really. Sure, you've seen him frustrated, tired, even a little broken around the edges. But this—this raw vulnerability is something he's always kept locked away, hidden behind sharp wit and dry humor.

And God, it breaks you to see him like this.

Without thinking, you shift closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing yourself against his side. His body is warm, solid, but you can feel the faint tremor still lingering beneath the surface. For a moment, he doesn't move—just lets you hold him there in the dark. Then, with a heavy breath, his arms come around you, and he pulls you in like you're the only thing keeping him grounded in this world.

"You don’t have to carry this alone" you murmur against his shoulder.

He huffs softly, the sound almost self-deprecating. "Well, it's not that simple"

"I know" you say, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes—deep, endless blue—are shadowed with exhaustion. But beneath it, there's something else. Something fragile. "But I'm here. Always"

For a long moment, he just looks at you. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he says, "I don't deserve you"

The words cut through you, sharp and aching.

"You do" you tell him firmly. "You deserve this—you deserve to be okay, Leon. And you don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me"

His breath catches—barely, but you notice. And when you cup his face, brushing your thumb along the sharp edge of his jaw, he leans into your touch like it’s the only thing holding him together.

"I'm not used to this" he admits after a moment, gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Letting someone in"

"I know" You offer a faint smile, brushing a lock of hair from his brow. "But you don't have to keep shutting me out. Not anymore"

His hand finds yours, pressing it against his chest—right over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. And when he speaks again, his voice is softer. "I'm trying"

"Yeah, I know you are. And that's worth it all"

For the rest of the night, you stay wrapped in each other's arms. And even when his breathing eventually evens out and his body relaxes, you don’t sleep—not really.

Because if Leon's gonna keep fighting his ghosts, the least you can do is hold them back for a little while.

And you will—always.

[historyonthespectrum]

THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR NO REASON