hii, could i request DI leon being a little too obsessed with the new recruit and getting the reader on his team, and keeps him close because leon is possessive - male reader maybe?
PAIRING â DI!LEON 'S' KENNEDY X MALE!READER
NOTEâ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGđ I wasn't to sure if you wanted a oneshot or headcanons for this one so I went on ahead and just did headcanons, I'm so sorry if that isn't what you wantedđ
Genre â YANDERE|ROMANCE
M-LIST
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ doesnât just notice the new recruit walk into the room; he fixates the second he sees him. The briefing turns to static in his ears, his gaze glued to the tall lines of the rookieâs frame, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he stands at attention like he was born for it.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ feels jealousy coil like barbed wire in his chest when the other agents glance at the new guy. The idea of anyone else staring too long at himâhis rookie, his findâlights a dark heat behind his ribs.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ tells himself the twist in his gut when the young man introduces himself is survivorâs guilt, that he just doesnât want to see another fresh face get torn apart in the field. But Leon knows better. Itâs obsession. Hunger. An ugly, desperate need to claim him.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ memorizes every detail: the way the recruit clears his throat before speaking, the flex of muscle under his shirt when he shifts in his seat, the sharp timbre of his voice. It sears into Leonâs mind, burning hotter than it should.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ takes the seat next to him the first chance he gets, leaning close as if heâs just offering guidance. His words come off calm, friendly, professionalâbut his eyes linger far too long, roaming over the man like heâs already marked him.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ leaves the meeting with a silent vow carved into his chest: this man will be on his team. Every op, every mile, every breath of dangerâLeon will make sure the recruit is always at his side. Because Leon Kennedy doesnât lose what heâs claimed.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ keeps pulling strings to make sure youâre always assigned to his team, no matter how small or large the mission. Other agents notice the favoritism, but no one dares question him directly.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ canât stop hovering over you during training drills, correcting your stance, adjusting your aim, his hand lingering on your shoulder a little too longâmasking obsession under the guise of mentorship.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ feels the weight of survivorâs guilt gnawing at his soul, convincing himself that if he keeps you close, keeps you safe, maybe itâll balance out all the people heâs lost. Youâre his redemption, his anchor, his proof he can still save someone.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ grows frustrated whenever youâre placed on temporary assignments with other operatives. Heâll spend sleepless nights replaying the risks in his head, restless until youâre back under his watch.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ constantly insists you ride with him, sit beside him, pair up with himâmaking sure thereâs never a mission where youâre out of his line of sight.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ has a warped view of your bond, convinced that youâre the only reason he hasnât completely fallen apart. His obsession masquerades as loyalty, but underneath, itâs desperation.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ watches you in battle with a fixation so sharp itâs suffocating. Every time you take a hit, his pulse spikes with rage and panicâbecause the thought of losing you is unbearable, worse than any nightmare heâs ever lived through.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ never hides his bias, telling others youâre the best heâs worked withâeven if youâve barely been out in the field. His words are sharp, unshakable, as though daring anyone to challenge the claim.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ sometimes stares at you when youâre not looking, haunted by the thought of your corpse joining the ghosts that follow him. He tells himself that wonât happenânot you. Never you.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ masks his obsession under casual remarks, telling you he âworks better with you aroundâ or âdoesnât trust anyone else to cover his back.â The truth is, he doesnât trust anyone else with you.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ would rather risk breaking protocol, orders, and his career than let you be taken off his team. To him, keeping you close isnât just attachmentâitâs survival. Because in his mind, if you go, he wonât last either.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ casually goes through your personal effects when youâre not aroundâyour locker, your gear, even your phone if you leave it unlocked. He tells himself itâs for âsafety,â but really, itâs to feel closer to you when youâre not there.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ has already imagined what it would take to keep you away from the field entirely. An injury, a falsified report, a reassignmentâanything that would make you dependent on him, stuck by his side where no one else can risk taking you away.
DI!LEON 's' KENNEDY WHOâ doesnât just protect youâhe controls you. He decides when you eat, when you rest, when youâre âreadyâ for combat. And when you question him, his voice tightens, almost breaking, as he hisses that he âcanât lose you too.â
1. VAL whoâ watches you long before you ever lay eyes on them. You were just some unlucky wanderer in the woods, stumbling into the cultâs territory with a flashlight and a backpack, and Val became obsessed with the way you moved so differently from the rest of the lost, faithful flock. A man untouched by their God and yet so achingly mortalâit made you irresistible.
2. VAL whoâ sees your stumbling arrival as fate itself. While Marta and the rest of the cultists wouldâve gladly torn you apart, Val makes sure your path diverts⊠subtly guiding you with whispers, lures, and eerie candlelight so that eventually, you find them. You never knew how much of your ârandomâ path was arranged.
3. VAL whoâ canât stop circling you like a predator once you finally meet. They touch the straps of your backpack, trace the dirt on your jacket, and ask about âthe outsideâ with both curiosity and mocking disdain. But their true focus isnât your wordsâitâs the exhaustion in your eyes, the tremor in your hands. They drink in your weakness like wine.
4. VAL whoâ offers âsanctuaryâ when youâre half-starved and desperate. Theyâll tell you the cultists wouldâve skinned you alive if not for their intervention, that you owe your life to them. Itâs half a lie and half the truthâbut either way, Val expects something in return. Affection. Devotion. A piece of yourself you never meant to give.
5. VAL whoâ quickly grows obsessed with the fact that you donât belong there. A lone hiker from a world they both envy and despise. To Val, youâre proof of something greaterâan outsider hand-delivered to them by some higher force. And if they canât make you a believer⊠then theyâll make you theirs, regardless of faith.
6. VAL whoâ laughs softly when you flinch at their touch, as though your fear is something sacred. They cradle your cheek with dirt-smudged fingers, speaking in that hushed, lyrical cadence: âYouâre trembling, little pilgrim⊠donât you see? Youâve already been chosen.â
7. VAL whoâ doesnât ask if you believe, they assume you will. Every word you utter, every look you give, they twist into signs of devotion. Even when you resist, Val insists: âYou wouldnât be here if you werenât meant to kneel.â
8. VAL whoâ strips you of your belongings one by oneâyour compass, your flashlight, even your bootsâcalling them âchains of the old world.â They claim youâll see clearer without them, but really, itâs just a way of binding you closer, making sure you canât leave.
9. VAL whoâ whispers scripture-like temptations in your ear, painting vivid images of freedom from pain, freedom from judgment, freedom from the God the cult follows. They make sin sound like salvation, and every word feels like honey and rot on your skin.
10. VAL whoâ never lets you forget that you stumbled into their arms before anyone elseâs. To them, that means youâre theirs by right. Theyâll croon about destiny, fate, and desire all tangled togetherâuntil even you canât tell whether you were unlucky⊠or chosen.
babe, i NEED an Albert Wesker x Reader from that one fanfic with re4 you made đ«”đ€
PAIRINGS â ALBERT WESKER(RE4) X GN! READER!
NOTE â I GOT YOU GANGđ
Genre â YANDERE-ISH? | COMEDY??
M-list
1. Wesker prides himself on composure, but you are the only person who can get under his skin so easily. Heâll be mid-monologue about his grand vision and youâll just shout, âSpeak up, four-eyes, I canât hear you over the sound of your ego inflating!â and suddenly heâs visibly twitching.
2. You rage-bait him on purpose â calling him names like âedge lord", or âKaren in tactical gear.â He swears youâre one âpookie snookieâ away from getting dropped into a volcano early.
3. Despite the irritation, Wesker never actually kills you. Youâre too much of a wild card, and whether he admits it or not, he thrives off the constant verbal sparring. It keeps him sharp.
4. He once tried intimidating you with his super speed, darting behind you in a blink â only for you to scream bloody murder and accuse him of trying to âcop a feel.â It ruined the entire intimidation tactic.
5. You never take him seriously. He could be holding you by the throat, threatening to crush your wind pipe, and youâd pipe up with: âDamn Wesker, you really woke up today and decided to be kinky..â
6. When he tries to act seductive or menacing, you ruin the moment by gagging dramatically or asking if he rehearses his lines in the mirror at night. He almost crushes his sunglasses in his hand once because of you.
7. Secretly, though, Wesker loves your defiance. No fear, no reverence, just pure chaos hurled directly at him. In a way, youâre the only one who treats him like a person instead of a god or monster â even if itâs through roasting him nonstop.
8. You have a running bet with yourself: how many times will Wesker clench his jaw in a single encounter with you? The record so far is 12 â achieved after you called him âmy little meow meowđ€€â while he was threatening global domination.
I need BATTINSON!Bruce Wayne X SPOUSE!reader badlyâŠ
Battinson doesnât smile much, doesnât joke much, and rarely lets anyone inside the darkness he carries. But at home, with you, the cityâs shadows fade. He moves through the apartment like a storm contained, pacing, brooding, muttering under his breath about cases and criminalsâbut when you call his name, everything slows.
He notices the little things about you, the things heâd never admit in public: the way you sip your coffee, the small hum you make when youâre content, the way your fingers curl around his when you take them. His rough edges soften in ways no one in Gotham would ever guess. He doesnât often say it, but his actions doâthe dishes left undone while he wraps his arms around you, the quiet evenings spent just sitting together, the way he tucks you into bed as if the world canât touch you when heâs near.
Even his growls and muttered complaints are laced with affection. He might grunt when you interrupt him during detective work or mutter about your âridiculous taste in snacks,â but the way his hand lingers on your back or how he tilts his head toward yours says more than words ever could.
And when the world intrudesâthe alarms, the sirens, the constant pull of Gothamâs chaosâhe always comes back to you. He doesnât talk about it much, but the apartment smells of your presence, your warmth is everywhere he returns. Youâre his anchor, his only soft spot in a city that knows no mercy.
At night, when the city sleeps and his cowl rests on the dresser, he lets his guard down. He holds you close, listens to your breathing, and lets the quiet moments speak. He may never say âI love youâ out loud in the heroic, Gotham-approved way, but every action, every glance, every sigh he releases in your presence shouts it louder than the sirens ever could.
Being married to Battinson isnât easy. You live with the shadows of Gotham, with a man who carries the cityâs weight on his shoulders. But itâs real. Itâs steady. And in his own gruff, tortured, broody way, Bruce Wayne would never let anyoneâor anythingâtake you from him.
PLEAASE FEED ME RESPECTFUL YANDERE YORRICHI. AND CAN HE MAYBE BE A SECRET FREAK WHO LOWK JORKS IT TO READER ON THE LOW?
(reader is js some random woman he saved and fw đ€€đ€€âïžâïž)
YANDERE!YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI X FEM!READER
HEADCANONS
NOTE â I didn't know how descriptive you wanted itđ BUT CHECK OUT THIS MFS POST CAUSE THEIR LOWKEY KINDA COOL... Heh
GENREâ YANDERE | SMUT(kinda sorta at the end)
MâLIST
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ finds you trembling in the aftermath of the demon attack, yet instead of leaving you behind once the threat is gone, he lingers. His eyes never leave you, memorizing every twitch of fear and every shallow breath, as if engraving you into his very soul. To him, you are no longer just a life he savedâyou are his.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ drapes his haori over your shoulders with a tenderness that borders on obsession, the fabric carrying his warmth, his scent, his silent claim. Itâs not pity he offersâitâs possession. He wants you cloaked in him, marked by him, even when he is not near.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ slows his steps so you never lag behind, but in truth, he would carry you if you faltered. Every glance over his shoulder is not just reassurance but obsessionâchecking, again and again, that you remain within reach, where no demonâor personâcan take you from him.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ leaves you at your door only when forced to, lingering in the starlight with a vow burning in his chest. If the demonsâor anyoneâdare threaten you again, his blade will not hesitate, his mercy reserved for you alone. You are his destiny, and he will carve it into the world if he must.
â ïž NSFW / Mature Content Warning â ïž
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ after what feels like lifetimes of pursuit, finally claims what he has longed forâyou. Your body beneath him, your voice breaking on his name, becomes his obsession made flesh. He clings with desperation, terrified youâll slip away, and vows silently that he will never allow it.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ kisses you with reverence that borders on mania, as if each mark he leaves is proof you belong to him. His touch is both gentle and unrelenting, worship and hunger tangled into one, his need for you a fire that will never burn out.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ cannot stop. Your cries, your trembling, your every shiver only fuel him further, centuries of loneliness and longing pouring into each thrust. Itâs not lustâitâs obsession, and no matter how many times he takes you, it will never be enough.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ whispers your name like a prayer, like a curse, like a vow. Even when exhaustion claims you, he watches with sleepless devotion, hand pressed over your heart, claiming it as his territory. No other soul will ever touch you. No other soul is allowed to.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ when parted from you, is consumed by absence. The ghost of your touch, your voice, your scent drives him to madness. Alone, in the stillness of night, he fists his hand around himself, eyes closed tight, imagining your body beneath him. Each choked moan of your name is both agony and ecstasy.
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI WHOâ releases with a desperation so violent it shakes him, yet when itâs over, there is no shameâonly a hunger that never ceases. No matter how many times he seeks this hollow relief, only you can quiet the storm inside him. Until then, he will continue to crave, to ache, to waitâbecause you are not just a want to him. You are everything.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO knew the moment he saw you scrambling in that warehouseâclutching a case, screaming, surviving by accidentâthat it was you. The same person who stumbled awkwardly through his gala, then through his bed, then through his life like you had no idea what youâd done to him.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO doesnât forgive easily, but your disappearing act after the gala lodged in his chest like a splinter. He woke up gave you the most charming smile, said such soft words only for you to leave the sheets cold, the absence burned. Now here you are, throwing shoes at cartel men like Gothamâs cruel jokeâand he feels relief like obsession breaking open.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO shouldâve stopped you from running out of that warehouse, shouldâve taken the case himselfâbut watching you stumble through gunfire and live ignited something feral. Luck doesnât explain it. Gotham doesnât let nobodies survive this long. Noâyouâre his. Thatâs the only reason the city hasnât killed you.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO documents your movements, yes, but not for safety reports. For him. Every grainy CCTV clip, every transaction at a late-night laundromat, every hotdog wrapper you toss into a trash canâhe keeps them. Builds you like a file, like evidence, but it feels more like worship.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO canât stop replaying your voice in his head: soft at the gala, wrecked in his bed, raw in the warehouse. He wants every version of itâevery whimper, every scream, every pleaâand Gotham keeps giving him new ones.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO thinks about tracking you down as Brucie Wayne again. To smile, flirt, draw you close like you were that night. But Brucie feels too fragile now. Too fake. Batman doesnât want to play anymoreâBatman wants to keep.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO wonât tolerate you risking yourself like this. The case you carried, the blood you nearly spilledâit wasnât yours to touch. He decides, in that warehouse, that youâll never again stand in the middle of chaos without him there. If he has to put you in chains, he will.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO doesnât see âbad luckâ when you get hurt. He sees red. He imagines your body cold, empty, gone from himâand he knows Gotham wonât take you. He wonât allow it. Better to cage you than bury you.
YANDERE!BATMAN WHO whispers to himself, watching you curl around that sniper case like a raccoon with stolen food: you should be curling around me. And in his mind, itâs only a matter of time before you are.
something about TIM DRAKE not being able to let go after the breakupâŠ
no matter how final your words were, no matter how firm your tone sounded when you told him it was overâ
he just canât.
he knows itâs wrong, but that doesnât stop him.
the same meticulous planning that made him the perfect Robin now makes him the perfect stalkerâ
one second heâs running case files and monitoring Gothamâs chaos,
the next?? heâs memorizing your work schedule, tracing your routes home, keeping tabs on who you talk to.
you donât even notice him anymore, not reallyâ
heâs always been good at disappearing into shadows, blending with the night.
but heâs there.
every time you unlock your door.
every time you laugh with someone new.
every time you dare to look happy without him.
and it eats at him.
you were supposed to be his anchor, his one stable thing.
now, heâs pacing rooftops outside your window, hands trembling as he watches you sleep peacefullyâ
like nothingâs wrong, like you donât feel his gaze burning into you.
you left him, but he never left you.
never will.
HEADCANONS
1. Tim keeps a journal dedicated solely to youâpages filled with observations, times, dates, and little notes about your mood, what you wore, who you spoke to. It reads less like a diary and more like a case file.
2. He hacks into your phone and laptop with ease, scrolling through your messages at night. Sometimes, he leaves things untouched so you wonât noticeâbut other times, he deletes messages from people he deems âa threatâ without you ever realizing.
3. Tim lingers in places you frequentâcoffee shops, bookstores, your workplace parking lotânever approaching, always watching. Itâs not coincidence when you catch a glimpse of someone familiar in the corner of your eye.
4. Despite the breakup, he still refers to you as his. In his mind, the relationship never endedâthereâs just an âintermissionâ until you realize your mistake and come back.
5. When you start seeing someone new, Tim doesnât confront you directly. Instead, strange things start happeningâyour dateâs car mysteriously wonât start, their social media gets hacked, and they receive anonymous threats. Tim makes sure you never connect it back to him.
INFORMATIONâ INCLUDES LEON 'scott' KENNEDY VERSIONS:
RESIDENT EVIL 2
RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE(+ORIGINAL)
RESIDENT EVIL:INFINITE DARKNESS
RESIDENT EVIL 6
RESIDENT EVIL:VENDETTA
RESIDENT EVIL:DAMNATION
RESIDENT EVIL:DEATH ISLAND
GENREâ YANDERE HEADCANONS!
MâLIST
RE2 (rookie cop Leon)
1. His obsession starts as protectiveness â youâre just one more civilian to save, but something about you sticks. He convinces himself you need him specifically.
2. Every time you stray from his side, he panics â not because he doesnât trust you, but because the world is cruel, and heâs certain itâll take you from him.
3. His inexperience makes his yandere traits clumsy: fumbling attempts to check in on you, over-explaining why you have to stay with him.
4. He feels guilty about every moment he raises his voice at you â then doubles down by smothering you with reassurance and attention.
5. The first time you thank him sincerely for saving you, he decides right then youâre worth any blood he has to spill.
RE4R (Remake)
1. His obsession has matured into quiet vigilance â heâs polite and charming, but he never stops watching where your eyes go, who you talk to.
2. When youâre in danger, thereâs no hesitation: bullets, knives, even his body are shields. He doesnât care how reckless it looks.
3. His banter masks deeper meaning â if he teases you, itâs because heâs testing your reaction, cataloguing what makes you laugh, what makes you roll your eyes.
4. If someone flirts with you, he shuts it down with one look â a soldierâs glare that leaves no room for doubt.
5. He insists on teaching you small self-defense moves, but always follows up with, âStill⊠donât ever put yourself in danger. Let me handle it.â
RE4 (Original, 2 headcanons)
1. His lighthearted flirting covers up his intensity â he jokes, but if anyone else tries it, he immediately bristles.
2. His obsession leaks in strange ways: unnecessary check-ins over comms, drawing out âstay closeâ until it feels like a command.
RE: Infinite Darkness
1. His paranoia skyrockets â if you disappear for a few minutes, heâll track you down, heart pounding, inventing worst-case scenarios.
2. Leon manipulates bureaucracy to keep you near him, citing âsecurity clearanceâ or âclassifiedâ excuses.
3. He internalizes every threat â each new outbreak feels like proof the world wants to take you, and he canât let it.
4. He never lets you see him lose composure, but in private, his hands shake imagining life without you.
5. He rationalizes his fixation: Youâre safer this way. Itâs not obsession; itâs necessity.
RE6
1. Older, tired Leon is softer in tone but harsher in methods â he wonât argue with you, heâll just quietly redirect things in his favor.
2. If you insist on fighting, he never leaves your flank. Even Helena notices how his priorities shift to you.
3. His jealousy is lowburn but dangerous â he doesnât lash out, but his silence becomes suffocating when someone else gets too close.
4. The constant losses in his life make him hyper-focused on keeping you alive; he treats you like the last fragile thread holding him together.
5. Heâs quick to guilt trip without realizing it: âIâve lost enough already. Donât make me lose you too.â
RE: Vendetta
1. Jaded, weary Leon numbs himself with alcohol, but your presence sobers him like nothing else.
2. Heâs possessive in subtle ways â hand on your shoulder, always walking between you and danger, lingering glances that say mine.
3. He doesnât open up easily, but when he does, itâs with a desperate intensity, clinging to you like a lifeline.
4. His nightmares often involve losing you â sometimes to death, sometimes to someone else. Either way, he wakes up reaching for you.
5. Chris notices Leon is more volatile around you, but Leon brushes it off as âjust stress.â
RE: Damnation
1. Mission-driven Leon becomes even more obsessed with controlling your movements â âwait here,â âdonât move,â âtrust me.â Always phrased as an order.
2. He calculates every risk with you in mind, sometimes sacrificing mission efficiency if it means sparing you.
3. If you disobey, he doesnât yell â his disappointment is worse, loaded with fear masked as frustration.
4. He rationalizes killing enemies more harshly if theyâve threatened or harmed you: no hesitation, no mercy.
5. He tells himself he doesnât need comfort, but if you so much as touch his arm after a fight, it undoes him completely.
RE: Death Island
1. Leonâs weariness has calcified â youâre the only softness left in him, so he clings more tightly.
2. Heâs hyper-vigilant, scanning every room for threats before letting you step inside.
3. His humor is bone-dry now, mostly for your sake, trying to remind you (and himself) thereâs still warmth in the world.
4. He trusts no one else to guard you; if heâs forced to delegate, he hovers like a shadow.
5. When the mission ends, he lingers near you â not celebrating, not relaxing, just quietly ensuring youâre still there, still his.
NOTE â ignore how messy this looks I'm tryna make everything looks niceđ
Genre â FLUFF | COMFORT(?)| ...
MâLIST
1. Soft stares â He canât help but gaze at you constantly, not just because youâre hot, but because heâs in awe of you. Heâll just get lost in the way your alien features glow or shimmer in the light.
2. Constant compliments â He showers you with affectionate words, saying things like, âYouâre beautiful in every way,â or âI could get lost in your eye/s forever,â and he means every syllable.
3. Gentle touched â he's always finding excuses to hold your hands, brush your hair back, or caress your skin, lingering a little longer than necessary because he loves the feeling.
4. Protective love â Not in a jealous way, but heâs always concerned about your safety. If youâre uncomfortable or in danger, heâs right there, wrapping you up in a hug and murmuring, âIâve got you, always.â
5. Cuddly tendencies â He loves curling up with you, whether itâs napping on the couch or spooning(he's the little spoon) at night. Heâll often rest his head on your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as he whispers, âYouâre perfect to me.â
6. Little nicknames â He gives you soft, affectionate nicknames that make your heart meltââstarshine,â âhoney,â or simply âmine,â with a warm, teasing grin.
7. Interest in your world â He asks about your planet, your culture, your favorite foods, and everything in between, not just out of curiosity, but because he wants to feel closer to you.
8. Celebrates your uniqueness â He marvels at your alien features, telling you how incredible and special you are, and making you feel loved and adored for everything that makes you you.
9. Sweet reassurance â When youâre feeling insecure or down, he wraps you in his arms, holding your face close, and whispers, âI donât just love you⊠Iâm obsessed with you. All of you.â
