noir

she/they 18+ i love to write <3 (mainly xreader :P)

[marionettesgarden]

welcome to a garden of tales, dear visitor.

puppeteered by my own hands, what shall you indulge in?

ANIME

bleach

MOVIES

kpop demon hunters

GAMES

resident evil

ao3 unless otherwise stated, my works are only published on tumblr and ao3!

dividers by @bronzewasp

[marionettesgarden]

I’ve had this rookie!leon fic I’ve been meaning to write where reader spots the cute rookie sitting in a patrol car, minding his own business, and decides that it’s her duty as a citizen to ensure that her local law enforcement is actually up to snuff!!

They knock on his window and he looks up, startled, before tilting his head and raising a confused brow. As you motion for him to roll the window down, he tries his best to sport a more professional expression but it just comes off as kinda awkward and friendly.

“How can I help y-?”

“Sir, do you know how fast you were going?”

His fact twitches and his lips turn up at the corners as he tries to fight his laugh. God, he couldn’t even imagine the looks on everyone’s faces when he gets back to the station to tell them how his first solo patrol ended up.

(Inspired by these TikToks of a girl doing the exact same thing to some random cop she found chilling lmao, ugh I genuinely need to start writing this bc it’s been on my mind for forever 😭)

[wendydoodles]

Leon's comebacks are one hit kills.

[jonnasse]

💥💥

[skelesass]

quick sketch

[cumvarlot]

WOOHOO MY FAV DRAWING IN A LOMG TIME

reference from spasssverderber on twt

[millimeraki]

FLEXIN'

Part of @rednnedy's 9 Days To Requiem event 💕

[RE9!Leon / Fem!Reader]

(Leon got you that expensive camera from your wishlist for your birthday, unaware that you'd get all sorts of ideas about your next motif)

Word Count: ~ 2.2k Rating: T - established relationship, just appreciation for old man Leon's biceps Author's Note: The first entry (I already teased) for Elsie's event! 💕 The release date of Requiem is so close now and with this, we celebrate 💃 I have four entries lined up as promised - so keep your eyes open in the next days (or, as spoilers are out there, I can just tag you if you'd like 👀). Hope you enjoy ✨ Also: Images of this Leon are still so rare I had the hardest time. The banner is all cutesy and he is just...gruff lol.

What Leon Kennedy had actually expected was that you’d be genuinely thrilled about the ultra-modern system camera he’d given you for your birthday. After all, you’d spent a long time – and with great enthusiasm – talking about handling, pros and cons compared to classic DSLR cameras, and every technical detail under the sun.

What Leon should have anticipated, but didn’t, was that the umpteenth still life in front of your lens would somehow feel… dull. The flowers that had come with the camera looked beautiful – and the camera captured every tiny structure in the petals – but they didn’t quite satisfy your craving for sensation.

With a huff, you dropped onto the cozy designer couch in the spacious living room, staring thoughtfully down at the camera as you weighed it in your hand. What in this ultra-expensive apartment, perched high in a D.C. skyscraper suite, could possibly do justice to an ultra-expensive camera like this? The costly art you’d convinced Leon to buy? The long-untouched whiskey bar with its purely decorative charm? The high ceilings and the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor? Or maybe just the view?

No.

There was something far better in this apartment – something truly worth capturing. It should have occurred to you sooner.

“Leon?” you called into the suite, searching for your boyfriend.

“Yeah?” he replied immediately, and you thought you could tell he was in the study.

With a small hop, you were back on your feet, strolling across the hardwood floor.

“Where are you?”

“In the study,” he confirmed, as expected.

So your path led you beneath the spiral staircase with its glass steps, through the hallway behind it, and toward the door on the left, left slightly ajar. The space felt less and less like a labyrinth to you. The last time you’d gotten lost had been a week ago. Progress.

You nudged the door to the study open. Leon’s taste in interior design had always been hard to pin down. Somewhere between rustic and modern – the desk dark, heavy wood, the rug beneath it cream-colored. A small leather couch – from which you sometimes watched him work, an alibi book in your hand – paired with linen curtains framing the floor-to-ceiling window.

Maybe an interior designer had taken one look at him and thought, Yep, this man is the embodiment of duality! You wouldn’t blame them. Leon was serious when it came to his job. In private moments, though, he was… simply Leon.

Right now, that same Leon sat at his desk with brows drawn together in concentration, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him, his hand resting thoughtfully over his mouth. He acknowledged your presence with a brief sideways glance and a wink – a silent request for a moment to finish his thought.

While he did, you already raised the camera to your eye, framing him in the viewfinder and zooming in. A composition already worth capturing.

Your boyfriend was absurdly attractive. The way his dark-blond hair, threaded with ashy strands, fell softly into his face – that iconic, nostalgic ’90s hairstyle – and honestly, you counted yourself lucky that a man his age still had such a full head of hair. One of these days, you’d just have to convince him to deep-condition the dry strands.

And then there was the focused intensity of his pale, sky-blue eyes – eyes that softened so tenderly whenever you became the center of his attention.

The shutter clicked.

“What are you doing there, love?” Leon mumbled into his hand, his gaze still on the task in front of him.

“Nothing,” you hummed sweetly.

His eyes flicked over to you again, and you quickly snapped another picture.

“Mmh-hm,” he rumbled, the corner of his mouth twitching upward behind his hand – not hidden at all thanks to the strong zoom of your lens.

Your viewfinder wandered over his face, down his neck, lingering on his prominent Adam’s apple, then following the edge of his collar to his collarbone.

Right beside it, wrapped in the dark gray, patterned fabric of his cozy sweater, his bicep dominated the center of the grid.

Before you could take another photo, Leon moved – apparently done with his last thought. He pushed himself back from the desk in his chair, his trained arms slipping out of the lens’s reach and forcing you to lower the camera.

You loved days like this, when Leon worked from home. He looked best like this – hair slightly messy, unstyled, clothes comfortable, sweatpants instead of suits. It carried a sense of normalcy, even though his job was anything but normal. He studied you with his arms crossed, but you caught that familiar, affectionate spark in his eyes.

“I wanted to show you something,” you said without preamble. Your once fairly harmless plan grew bolder.

His eyes gleamed, a small smirk joining them as he gestured toward your camera.

“Photos?”

You bit down on your lower lip, a playful gesture Leon knew all too well. You’d set your mind on something – fortunately, most of the time, it was something he benefited from. That was precisely why Leon leaned back in his chair, relaxed, fully aware that you probably didn’t just want to show him photos.

Your shake of the head and the invitation that followed confirmed his suspicion.

“It’s a photo motif I found. Better if I show you.” You stepped closer, offering him your hand. “That is, if you have the time.”

Just to tease you for a few seconds, Leon studied your outstretched hand as if he were genuinely considering not following you wherever you intended to lead him. Just as quickly, his arms untangled and his hand slid into yours.

He let you pull him along willingly, leaving the study behind for a few sweet moments with his girl.

As your direct path quite obviously led toward the bedroom, you chatted a bit about the motifs you’d had in front of your lens so far, and how you could definitely use an additional wide-angle lens.

Somewhere between the words “focal length” and “long exposure,” Leon let out a small laugh.

“What?” you asked, laughter coloring your voice as well.

“I love it when you get this excited about something.”

The affection in his voice was so deep, so sincere, it sent a warm little shiver down your spine. Leon was your biggest supporter in every endeavor – and if he were to drop to one knee right here and now, you wouldn’t hesitate for a second before saying yes. No one had ever supported you the way this man did.

“Oh, good,” you managed anyway, keeping yourself from getting sentimental. “Then you can surely help me.”

You’d reached the bedroom, standing in front of the black, upholstered king-size bed.

Leon raised an eyebrow.

“Thought you wanted to show me a motif.”

“Yeah,” you replied, grinning up at him. Your hand found its way to his steel-solid chest, pressing flat against it as you pivoted him toward the edge of the bed before giving him a gentle but decisive push.

Leon could have resisted without any effort at all – but where would the fun be in that? Instead, he let you lead, indulging your ideas, falling back onto the softly yielding mattress without hesitation. You followed, camera still in hand, climbing after him and settling astride him, exactly where he liked you best.

His hands immediately found your thighs, barely covered by your lounge shorts, slipping just beneath the fabric as his thumbs traced small circles over your silky skin. A sound escaped him, somewhere between a content purr and an amused hum.

“I have this feeling I’m the motif,” he said.

“Very right, Detective,” you confirmed with a smile, undeterred by his exploring hands. “This is the best view in the house.”

You lifted the camera to your face, catching Leon’s quiet smile through the viewfinder – his hair fanned out on the mattress, the way he lay beneath you, so tame, so surrendered to you. The hard shell gone, leaving only the soft core you’d fallen in love with.

“I agree,” he murmured, gripping your hips and drawing your center closer to him. Through the thin fabric of both your loungewear, you could feel him.

“Ha. Ha,” you deadpanned as the shutter clicked, Leon’s soft laugh filling the room. “Hey, babe, put your arms behind your head,” you instructed him, hunting for the shot you hadn’t been able to capture earlier.

“Reminds me of my wild days at New York Fashion Week,” Leon joked about his new modeling career, indulging your request.

He looked criminally good like that – hands laced behind his head, looking up at you with that quiet smile.

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he furrowed his brows.

“Are you zooming in on my face?”

“I’m not.”

Meanwhile, you studied the texture of his skin – the fine and deeper lines, the stubble along his cheeks and jaw. You snapped a photo of a particular angle between his mouth and jawline.

“Did you at least get my good side?” he teased.

“All your sides are good,” you replied matter-of-factly.

You couldn’t help but nibble on your lower lip again as his broad upper arms filled your lens once more.

In this position, his trained muscles were even more pronounced, the contours clearly outlined beneath his sweater. God, you loved those arms. And his shoulders. You loved watching him stretch, the way they tensed beneath his skin, or catching him shirtless in the bathroom mirror while brushing his teeth. If it were up to you, he’d walk around shirtless all the time.

“Flex your arms.”

The words came out hungrier than you’d intended. But who could blame you when he looked that good, his shoulders so full, so solid – practically made to hold on to, especially in the position you were currently in. Clothing optional, obviously.

Your request drew a slightly louder, faintly husky laugh from Leon.

“Are you trying to make a pin-up calendar of me?”

“You’re wearing way too many clothes for that,” you shot back, lowering the camera from your face. “Come on. We should document this.”

That soft grin stayed plastered to his face. “And what exactly is this?”

“Well – us. How handsome you are. We’ll look at the photo one day and remember what a beautiful day it was.”

Leon mulled that over for a brief moment before letting out an amused huff.

“Payment up front,” he demanded, tapping his lips.

You twisted your mouth playfully and rolled your eyes – but of course you leaned down anyway, paying the kiss tax for particularly silly behavior.

He smiled into your lips when they met his – a satisfied hum, and then his hands slid into the hollow of your neck. His thumbs stretched along your jawbone, applying gentle but unmistakable pressure, guiding you closer, pulling your body into his until you had to set the camera aside just to hold on to him.

Rough stubble brushed against your skin, just scratchy enough to spark something delicious beneath your fingertips – especially against the contrast of his soft lips, which lingered against yours with growing intent.

He parted his mouth just enough to coax you closer, deepening the kiss into something hungry, breath-stealing, and still capable of pulling a soft, content sound from your chest.

One of those sweet little sounds Leon loved so much.

He loved everything about you – more than that, even. He felt it in the way goosebumps spread wherever your soft fingers touched him; in how perfectly your body fit against his; in the way your hair smelled; in the heat that flared through him whenever you truly lost yourselves in each other.

Where your hips met, you could feel his desire clearly, and for just a split second, the thought of that pin-up calendar flickered back through your pleasantly hazy mind. You giggled against his lips.

He paused. “What’s funny?”

His eyes were half-lidded now, lips slightly parted, his face flushed a soft red – but he was still attentive, still Leon.

“Noth – ”

Your words dissolved into a laughing squeak as Leon used only a fraction of his considerable strength to roll you over on the bed, burying you beneath his larger frame. 

“I decided my rates just went up,” he teased, a wicked grin on his face.

Before you could reply, he rose to his knees, grabbed the hem of his sweater, and pulled it up and over his torso.

The fabric landed somewhere in the corner of the room, but your attention was locked entirely on the always-impressive body in front of you. Shit. Your boyfriend was so solid it made you wonder every single time if this would be the time you’d never walk properly again.

His skin was taut, abs sharply defined, chest broad and proud – and those arms. Thick, strong, protruding veins tracing along. Maybe you really should follow those intrusive thoughts one day and just bite into it.

The sight sent heat racing through your body.

And you’d only wanted to take pictures.

“Oh,” you realized, scrambling frantically for your camera. You grabbed it and lifted it to your face, ready to snap the very first photo for the Leon Kennedy Pin-Up Calendar – but he clicked his tongue and plucked the camera right out of your hands.

“You first, baby.”

[marionettesgarden]

RAW & OLDER!

leon kennedy x reader

SYNOPSIS. you really like his stubble and everything about him in general. he knows and, with how sensitive and reactive you are, how can he keep from teasing you?

CONTENT. mdni, nsfw under the cut, re9!leon, had a younger x older dynamic in mind but is isnt brought up, oral sex (f! receiving), piv sex, rough sex, belly bulge, cervix bumping/fucking mentioned, manhandling, thigh kink, stubble/texture kink?, size kink, creampie, leon being sexy af and teasing as usual

WORD COUNT. 1.4k

a/n: my first time writing smut, please be kind!! ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

re9!leon who you were extremely attracted to. Yes, there was his body, but the corny jokes he’d crack and smile to himself about? The grunts he would make when he got up to grab you a cup of tea? The way he made even something as mundane as doing the laundry the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen? That stubble? The walk?

re9!leon who you would always ask to grab you something or lag behind just so you could see the way his hips swayed as he walked. Whether you really needed that cup of tea or not? Leon didn’t need to know.

re9!leon who, for as much as he would feign annoyance or nonchalance, would smirk from all your fawning. Yeah, so what if he grunted a little more than he needed to and pretended like he didn’t know the effect he had on you? He really couldn’t help it when you reacted the way you did.

re9!leon who let you trail behind him for a moment or so before holding your hand and tugging you to walk next to him. Ever the gentleman, even as he reveled in the slight pout on your lips from having your fun be interrupted.

re9!leon whose stubble you just absolutely adored! You loved how it added to his mature charms, giggling to yourself whenever he so much as breathed. 

re9!leon who you loved kissing, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, fingers absentmindedly brushing against the coarse hair.

re9!leon who would huff a but, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he batted your hands away.

re9!leon who loved how sensitive you would get when his stubble would brush against your lips, the texture causing a bolt of heat to pool between your legs as you whined, cheeks warm and thighs rubbing together beneath the large shirt of his that you had stolen.

re9!leon who easily picked you up and tossed you into your shared bed, the smell of something dark, musky, and just so him enveloping your senses as you felt yourself grow wetter.

re9!leon whose wide, bare frame easily filled your view, his hands tugging off your shirt and the soaked fabric that was your underwear.

re9!leon who took his time, kissing you softly, sweetly as the rough pad of his thumb on your clit was anything but.

re9!leon who trailed kisses all the way down to your pussy, giving your nub a rough kiss as you sharply inhaled from the brush of his scruff against your most sensitive parts.

re9!leon who knew just how sensitive your thighs were, especially when his stubble would oh so deliciously graze the insides as he ate you out. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You whine, leg kicking out as you squirm, but Leon’s hands hold your thighs firmly in place. He presses kisses along the inside of your thighs, the scratch of his stubble as he does so maddening as he nips, sucks, and licks a path right after. He leaves you panting, hands trailing down to grip at his hair for something, anything to ground you. He lets out a delicious hum as you tug.

“Careful, any harder and I’ll go bald.” He chuckles to himself as you mumble something incomprehensible in response.

As you continue to gush from the stimulation, Leon brings one of his hands to your pussy to gather the slick on his ring and middle finger, softly rubbing your clit with his thumb as he does so. You throw your head back with a groan as he nips particularly hard on your increasingly sensitive and tingly thighs. As he does so, he roughly shoves his thick fingers into you, your wet walls parting easily beneath the force.

“L-Leon!” You gasp pathetically, weakly moaning as your hips twitch, flinching away from the aggressive stimulation as he scissored you open with his calloused digits. He easily drags you closer back to him with the singular hand he still has wrapped around your thigh, grunting as he does so.

“Fuck. . .” Leon groans as you yelp, the extra gush and tight clenching of your walls was enough encouragement for Leon to keep up his brutal pace.

“Mngh. . . L-Leon. . .” You babble, walls spasming as you drooled from the stretch and sting.

“That’s my name, sweetheart.” He chuckles, finally gracing your clit with another kiss before harshly sucking.

Keening, you grind against Leon’s face, soft noises escaping your throat as his coarse facial hair prodded against your throbbing clit and twitching pussy as you did so. Letting you, he continued to suck, kiss, and lick at your clit. 

Bringing a hand up to roughly squeeze your chest, pinching and twisting your nipple, the slow pleasure that had been building up just wasn’t enough to get you over that edge.

“Ah, Leon. . . please. . .” 

He looks up at you, those baby blue eyes of his twinkling with mischief. Even with the lower half of his face absolutely soaked, that annoying smirk of his still managed to get on your nerves.

“Please what?”

You whine, eyes pathetic and pleading as you try to grind back down on his face. He sits back on his legs, easily withdrawing his fingers from you as he raises an eyebrow, face unimpressed and you’re pretty sure you shed a few tears of frustration as his suffocating heat disappears.

“C’mon, use your words, sweet thing. Haven’t fucked you dumb from my fingers and a bit of kissing, have I?” 

You let out a petulant huff as you look up at him from beneath your lashes, pouting as your hands drop to clutch at the bedsheets. However, as Leon continues to look down at you with that expression and your empty walls clench, begging for anything to fill it, you give in.

“Leon. . . please, fuck me.” 

He’s smug and the flippant air he has nearly made you wish you hadn’t succumbed and begged.

Nearly.

“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” He hums, huffing as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to him.

The sound that escapes the both of you as he slams his girthy length into you is pornographic, your head violently tossing back as he hunches over you. The stretch alone was mind numbing, your walls convulsing around the thick intrusion as he loudly groans. 

You look down.

Fuck, the length. 

There was a bump you swear wasn’t there before and, you notice as you whimper, it’s definitely shifting as Leon moves to pull back out to the tip and ram back into you with a growl.

You throw your head back, moaning and panting as Leon’s fat mushroom tip kisses your cervix. As he grinds deeper against your cervix, you pull him down into a messy kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He eats up your sounds, grunts rumbling loud enough to drown out your own noises.  

He slowly pulls out, hips snapping to bury his dick into you once more as he sets a punishing pace that has your nails scratching his broad back. You moan his name like a prayer as the pleasure builds, your sensitive thighs and clit twitching whenever he brushes against them. It only takes a few more strokes for your walls to violently convulse, your orgasm crashing down on you. You’re limp, oversensitive, whining, and barely clinging to Leon as he continues fucking you like you’re his personal fleshlight. You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but he easily pulls you back and punishes you with a particularly harsh thrust and grind. His hot breaths graze your ear as he groans, the sound making you tighten and causing him to hiss. With a stuttered moan, he cums and you sob, shaking as another orgasm is wrung from you. 

Your thighs tightly cling to his waist, pulling him close as your mixed fluids slowly leak from your abused hole. You squeak as he presses down on your stomach, a gush of cum spurting out and causing you to whimper from the persistent bloated feeling. 

Leon chuckles at your reaction, laying down on his side to pull you close and kiss your swollen lips. His large hands, warm and comforting, pat your head. You fall asleep with the feeling of his fingers threading through your hair and the love of your life by your side.

a/n: this was originally meant to only be the scruff part and getting eaten out, but it ended up with me waxing poetic about how much i love leon kennedy and his silly jokes (also might've just exposed myself and how I was very much staring at his ass whenever he was walking or climbing)

[10kiaoi]

Make your last round count, Rookie.

[marionettesgarden]

resident evil

leon s. kennedy

oneshots

raw & older! - (re9 leon) leon's as rough as his stubble and your sensitivity can't hold up against it

[marionettesgarden]

RAW & OLDER!

leon kennedy x reader

SYNOPSIS. you really like his stubble and everything about him in general. he knows and, with how sensitive and reactive you are, how can he keep from teasing you?

CONTENT. mdni, nsfw under the cut, re9!leon, had a younger x older dynamic in mind but is isnt brought up, oral sex (f! receiving), piv sex, rough sex, belly bulge, cervix bumping/fucking mentioned, manhandling, thigh kink, stubble/texture kink?, size kink, creampie, leon being sexy af and teasing as usual

WORD COUNT. 1.4k

a/n: my first time writing smut, please be kind!! ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

re9!leon who you were extremely attracted to. Yes, there was his body, but the corny jokes he’d crack and smile to himself about? The grunts he would make when he got up to grab you a cup of tea? The way he made even something as mundane as doing the laundry the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen? That stubble? The walk?

re9!leon who you would always ask to grab you something or lag behind just so you could see the way his hips swayed as he walked. Whether you really needed that cup of tea or not? Leon didn’t need to know.

re9!leon who, for as much as he would feign annoyance or nonchalance, would smirk from all your fawning. Yeah, so what if he grunted a little more than he needed to and pretended like he didn’t know the effect he had on you? He really couldn’t help it when you reacted the way you did.

re9!leon who let you trail behind him for a moment or so before holding your hand and tugging you to walk next to him. Ever the gentleman, even as he reveled in the slight pout on your lips from having your fun be interrupted.

re9!leon whose stubble you just absolutely adored! You loved how it added to his mature charms, giggling to yourself whenever he so much as breathed. 

re9!leon who you loved kissing, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, fingers absentmindedly brushing against the coarse hair.

re9!leon who would huff a but, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he batted your hands away.

re9!leon who loved how sensitive you would get when his stubble would brush against your lips, the texture causing a bolt of heat to pool between your legs as you whined, cheeks warm and thighs rubbing together beneath the large shirt of his that you had stolen.

re9!leon who easily picked you up and tossed you into your shared bed, the smell of something dark, musky, and just so him enveloping your senses as you felt yourself grow wetter.

re9!leon whose wide, bare frame easily filled your view, his hands tugging off your shirt and the soaked fabric that was your underwear.

re9!leon who took his time, kissing you softly, sweetly as the rough pad of his thumb on your clit was anything but.

re9!leon who trailed kisses all the way down to your pussy, giving your nub a rough kiss as you sharply inhaled from the brush of his scruff against your most sensitive parts.

re9!leon who knew just how sensitive your thighs were, especially when his stubble would oh so deliciously graze the insides as he ate you out. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You whine, leg kicking out as you squirm, but Leon’s hands hold your thighs firmly in place. He presses kisses along the inside of your thighs, the scratch of his stubble as he does so maddening as he nips, sucks, and licks a path right after. He leaves you panting, hands trailing down to grip at his hair for something, anything to ground you. He lets out a delicious hum as you tug.

“Careful, any harder and I’ll go bald.” He chuckles to himself as you mumble something incomprehensible in response.

As you continue to gush from the stimulation, Leon brings one of his hands to your pussy to gather the slick on his ring and middle finger, softly rubbing your clit with his thumb as he does so. You throw your head back with a groan as he nips particularly hard on your increasingly sensitive and tingly thighs. As he does so, he roughly shoves his thick fingers into you, your wet walls parting easily beneath the force.

“L-Leon!” You gasp pathetically, weakly moaning as your hips twitch, flinching away from the aggressive stimulation as he scissored you open with his calloused digits. He easily drags you closer back to him with the singular hand he still has wrapped around your thigh, grunting as he does so.

“Fuck. . .” Leon groans as you yelp, the extra gush and tight clenching of your walls was enough encouragement for Leon to keep up his brutal pace.

“Mngh. . . L-Leon. . .” You babble, walls spasming as you drooled from the stretch and sting.

“That’s my name, sweetheart.” He chuckles, finally gracing your clit with another kiss before harshly sucking.

Keening, you grind against Leon’s face, soft noises escaping your throat as his coarse facial hair prodded against your throbbing clit and twitching pussy as you did so. Letting you, he continued to suck, kiss, and lick at your clit. 

Bringing a hand up to roughly squeeze your chest, pinching and twisting your nipple, the slow pleasure that had been building up just wasn’t enough to get you over that edge.

“Ah, Leon. . . please. . .” 

He looks up at you, those baby blue eyes of his twinkling with mischief. Even with the lower half of his face absolutely soaked, that annoying smirk of his still managed to get on your nerves.

“Please what?”

You whine, eyes pathetic and pleading as you try to grind back down on his face. He sits back on his legs, easily withdrawing his fingers from you as he raises an eyebrow, face unimpressed and you’re pretty sure you shed a few tears of frustration as his suffocating heat disappears.

“C’mon, use your words, sweet thing. Haven’t fucked you dumb from my fingers and a bit of kissing, have I?” 

You let out a petulant huff as you look up at him from beneath your lashes, pouting as your hands drop to clutch at the bedsheets. However, as Leon continues to look down at you with that expression and your empty walls clench, begging for anything to fill it, you give in.

“Leon. . . please, fuck me.” 

He’s smug and the flippant air he has nearly made you wish you hadn’t succumbed and begged.

Nearly.

“Whatever you want, gorgeous.” He hums, huffing as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to him.

The sound that escapes the both of you as he slams his girthy length into you is pornographic, your head violently tossing back as he hunches over you. The stretch alone was mind numbing, your walls convulsing around the thick intrusion as he loudly groans. 

You look down.

Fuck, the length. 

There was a bump you swear wasn’t there before and, you notice as you whimper, it’s definitely shifting as Leon moves to pull back out to the tip and ram back into you with a growl.

You throw your head back, moaning and panting as Leon’s fat mushroom tip kisses your cervix. As he grinds deeper against your cervix, you pull him down into a messy kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He eats up your sounds, grunts rumbling loud enough to drown out your own noises.  

He slowly pulls out, hips snapping to bury his dick into you once more as he sets a punishing pace that has your nails scratching his broad back. You moan his name like a prayer as the pleasure builds, your sensitive thighs and clit twitching whenever he brushes against them. It only takes a few more strokes for your walls to violently convulse, your orgasm crashing down on you. You’re limp, oversensitive, whining, and barely clinging to Leon as he continues fucking you like you’re his personal fleshlight. You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but he easily pulls you back and punishes you with a particularly harsh thrust and grind. His hot breaths graze your ear as he groans, the sound making you tighten and causing him to hiss. With a stuttered moan, he cums and you sob, shaking as another orgasm is wrung from you. 

Your thighs tightly cling to his waist, pulling him close as your mixed fluids slowly leak from your abused hole. You squeak as he presses down on your stomach, a gush of cum spurting out and causing you to whimper from the persistent bloated feeling. 

Leon chuckles at your reaction, laying down on his side to pull you close and kiss your swollen lips. His large hands, warm and comforting, pat your head. You fall asleep with the feeling of his fingers threading through your hair and the love of your life by your side.

a/n: this was originally meant to only be the scruff part and getting eaten out, but it ended up with me waxing poetic about how much i love leon kennedy and his silly jokes (also might've just exposed myself and how I was very much staring at his ass whenever he was walking or climbing)

[polariiiiis09]

collab w @/ aisatsaa_ (x/ twitter) pt.2 her sketch + my render

[marionettesgarden]

kpop demon hunters

saja boys

oneshots

the manager deserves a raise! your adventures with managing a demon boy band

divider by @bronzewasp

[marionettesgarden]

THE MANAGER DESERVES A RAISE! | saja boys x reader

SYNOPSIS. through some stroke of luck, you ended up being the manager of a demon boy band. from teaching them about phones and social media to managing their idol activities. did you sign up for more than you bargained for?

CONTENT. crackfic, fluff, lighthearted, gn!reader, one use of (y/n), ambiguous reader, mystery centric (for now), brief mention of needles and piercings, saja boys being saja boys

WORD COUNT. 922

a/n: i've been so obsessed with this show and the songs lol i just HAD to write something (also bc i literally didn't see a single xreader fic on ao3 when i wrote this)! i also want to write more and kinda make this a compilation of minifics bc i also do have an overarching plot for this as well and theyre so fun to write!

“Abs, just sit still.”

The manchild blatantly ignores you, too focused on spinning the chair around and twisting and turning just to see how his stomach flexes in response.

Your eye twitches and you contemplate whether this plan really needed all five of them. Surely a four member boy group would do? 

A hand pats your shoulder and you glance over at Mystery furiously pointing at himself.

“You want to go first?” you ask unsurely.

“Mmh, mmh!” he responds.

Your face drops, unamused. “I know you can speak, Mystery.”

His lips pull up into a shit eating smirk as he raises a hand, twisting it so the back faced you, and. . .

. . . flips you off.

You short circuit, mouth agape before whirling around to the rest of the group who were busily tapping away at their phone (you don’t want to remember how many tears were shed and how many lives–phones–were lost just trying to teach them).

“Which one of you taught him that?!”

Tap, tap, tap.

Some chronically online, brainrot, AI generated meme blasted from Baby’s phone, giggles erupting from the couch he and Romance lounged on as they scrolled through whatever inane app they were on. Jinu wasn’t any better as he wrestled with his bird and Abs was. . . Abs.

Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out.

You turned back to Mystery, gesturing to the set of chairs–spinnable, of course, Gwi-Ma was paying for it after all–as you pulled a cart over. 

As he sat down, content from showing you just how much of human culture he was learning about, you tugged his chair closer to yours as you plucked up a hollow needle with a gloved hand.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting that slide.” You smile cheerfully, the needle glinting threateningly in your grasp. He nervously gulps and you could feel his gaze fix on the instrument. You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’m not going to do anything to you right now. But I hope this haunts you every day, even in your dreams, that I could be enacting some plan to get back at you. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, it might be in the bathhouse, or it might not. But know that I will be getting my revenge.”

Mystery’s lips grew still. Behind his bangs, his eyes furiously darted around, to his members, the needle, you, the chairs–wow, they were really nice chairs–then to your face. Oh, nevermind, you were still looking scary. He instead focuses on his bandmates, the people he’s suffered with, bled with, for one last glance at something that would calm his distressed heart before he died in the very near future. 

The sound of random and, quite frankly, unfunny videos blasting from the couch as Baby and Romance cackled, several clicks and flashes of light as Abs took photos of his abs, and Jinu cursing as his bird pecked him again for daring to touch his hat were the last things he witnessed before he closed his eyes. 

Mentally sending two giant middle fingers to each and every one of his members, he shed a silent tear as he began planning his funeral. Hydrangeas, he wanted hydrangeas at his funeral.

“. . . aaand there! All done. How d’ya like your new piercings?” You handed him a mirror and discarded your gloves, eyeing the other boys for your next target.

“It’s nice.” he answered, tilting and turning his head to observe the new jewelry dangling about.

“And?” you pressed.

“And what?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you waved a dismissive hand despite the pang of disappointment welling in your chest. They were demons and soon-to-be idols on top of that, you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You just had to see this plan through, help Jinu manage the team, and, once they defeated Huntrix, you’d be free. Forming any relationship with them outside of ‘convenient helper’ was unnecessary, no matter how desperately you missed inane conversations, inside jokes, and late nights spent trying whatever oddly flavored ramen all of you found.

“Hey, I’m next, right?” 

You blinked, pushing those thoughts back as Romance plopped down on the chair in front of you. A little confused, you glanced over to the couch to see Mystery sitting by Baby now.

Did he. . . ?

No, Mystery was definitely not being nice. It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t being nice and just shooed Romance over so that he could lounge on the couch that they all had an odd obsession with. 

“Yup. Here’re the piercings I have. Since you all heal so fast, you can get pierced with the prettier ones.” you explained, tugging the cart closer as you handed him a mirror.

He flicked his hair, an annoying action he’s picked up from all the idol videos you’ve been showing them, and casually leaned back in the chair. “Obviously, the fans would eat up anything I wore. Just pick whichever you like, cutie.”

You swore you could hear Mystery laughing to himself as you held back a barely restrained scream of frustration. Yeah, definitely not just being nice.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you laid in bed, tucked in and just about to go to sleep.

Mystery

Your good sat You’re good at piercing They look nice That you Thank you

(y/n)

no problem!! ur welcome :)

Suddenly, simple conversations don’t seem all that impossible anymore. Smiling to yourself, you fall asleep with your phone clutched tight to your chest and pleasant dreams of a life you had given up.

divider by @huraxy

[marionettesgarden]

bleach

grimmjow jaegerjacquez

oneshots

bite me short and sweet, unveiling a softer side to the sixth espada

divider by @bronzewasp

[marionettesgarden]

BITE ME | grimmjow x reader

SYNOPSIS. in which—a dumb human asks a dumb question. seriously, grimmjow would throttle you if he wasn't concerned that you would lose more of the braincells that you so desperately need.

CONTENT. fluff, slight ooc!grimmjow, gn!reader, no use of y/n, ambiguous reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, denial of feelings, soft!grimmjow, unreliable narrator

WORD COUNT. 458

AUTHOR'S NOTE. just a little thought i quickly jotted down that i ended up expanding upon! idk what it is abt grimmjow but i LOVE HIM lol!! i also really want to expand more on their relationship bc i have so many more ideas written down! anyways, enjoy my first work on here!

It was a fairly normal day. You weaved your fingers between his light blue strands as he used your lap as his own personal pillow.

But, of course, you had to open your mouth.

“Hey, what do you think my soul tastes like?”

He snapped back, “Ya want ta get eaten by a hollow that badly, or what?”

That draws a little laugh from you and, without realizing it, his body relaxes further beneath the soothing sounds you emit. 

Looking at you now, all flesh, laughter, and everything else that marked you as one of the living, he wonders how you would taste. Would it be the warm spice of sunny afternoons spent lounging on your couch as you played whatever inane movie you found? Sweet, like the damn decadent pastries you’d sometimes bring home and shove down his throat? Bitter? Some indescribable taste he could never fathom? Or, worse, nothing?

His brow furrows. He feels the tension return, the emptiness he could never sate amplifies as his stomach twists itself into knots.

You wouldn’t taste good, he half-heartedly snorts, if how his body reacts is any indication. No, he’s quite sure you’d taste dreadful. You serve more use alive and tending to his every need than as some one time meal he likely wouldn’t enjoy. 

Despite convincing himself of this, there was still an unnecessary tension in his body. He surmises it to be some leftover instinct from when he was an adjuchas. After all, he had already laid claim to your space, to you. No wonder he was getting all pissed, he always had hated the thought of others messing with what was his.

He huffs, shifting to lay face up on your lap, long limbs stretching with an almost feline likeness as he shamelessly takes up your space. 

“You’re mine, got it? Ain’t lettin’ a damn thing touch what’s mine.”

Now that gets a reaction out of you. He’d never admit aloud that he enjoys the flustered look on your face. Teasing you was just so easy. He never really had the chance to lightheartedly tease someone, such was the nature of hollows whose sole purpose was to survive.

“Yours, huh?” He preens a little at that, at how you so easily admitted it. “You wouldn’t be interested in even a tiny little nibble?”

He shifts, now laying on his side and facing away from you.

“Like I’d even enjoy eatin’ ya in the first place.” His tone, offended as he lazily grumbled.

You laugh again and, this time, he allows the muscles in his face to move and pull his lips into a semblance of a smile. 

Yeah, he thinks as he sinks deeper into you and the couch, he likes you better alive.

divider by @bronzewasp