theirlgarfield

[theirlgarfield]

Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!reader

Tags: 18+, smut, Nsfw, romance.

Art not mine!

His mouth was relentless— bruising kisses along your jaw, your throat, the sensitive skin just below your ear. You gasped when his hand slipped under your skirt, his fingertips ghosting along your inner thigh, teasing you, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"You're soaked," he muttered, his voice dark and disbelieving as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your heat through your underwear. "Were you this desperate for me the whole time?"

You hated how much you loved the way he said me—like the idea of anyone else touching you would be a personal offense.

"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, even as your hips arched into his hand. "Must be a side effect of the adrenaline. Nothing special."

"Yeah?" His smirk was dangerous, fingers slipping past the fabric, sliding through your slick folds, slow and deliberate. "Funny. You feel pretty special to me."

Your sharp retort died on your tongue the moment he circled your clit with maddening precision, drawing small, lazy circles that made your legs tremble.

"Fuck—Megumi—" It was the first time you'd moaned his name like that. He noticed. His lips curled into a wicked grin against your skin. "Say that again."

"Not a chance."

But your resolve crumbled when he sank two fingers inside you, his pace fast and punishing, curling just right. You bit down on his shoulder, muffling a cry as your walls clenched around him.

His breathing was ragged, pupils blown wide with lust. "You’re already so close, aren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you." Your hands clawed at his jacket, tugging at the zipper with shaky fingers until it slid off his shoulders. “Stop talking like you’ve won.”

“Oh, I’ve won.” He withdrew his fingers, slowly, deliberately, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with an obscene sound that made your knees weak. “I always win when it comes to you.”

You yanked him by the collar and crashed your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue, nipping hard enough to make him growl.

"Then shut up and fuck me already." That was all the permission he needed.

He spun you around, pressing you against the wall, your palms braced flat against the rough concrete as he tugged your panties to the side and freed himself from his pants in record time. You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, the heat of him sending a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through you.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he pushed into you inch by inch, the stretch delicious and overwhelming. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he bottomed out, his breath shuddering against your shoulder. "Like your body’s been waiting for me."

"Don't give yourself that much credit—" your words broke into a sharp cry as he snapped his hips forward, setting a ruthless pace that sent shocks of pleasure rippling through you.

“Still talking?” he rasped, his hand snaking around to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin. “Thought I told you I’d make you beg.” You gasped, your walls fluttering around him, your resolve breaking under the delicious assault of his thrusts. "Please—"

His grip tightened ever so slightly. "Please what?"

"Please—don’t stop."

"That's more like it."

His rhythm faltered as your walls clamped down, your orgasm crashing into you hard and fast, your cries echoing in the narrow alley. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release, his breathing ragged as he spilled inside you with a guttural moan of your name.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of your panting breaths.

Slowly, he pulled out, adjusting his clothes with trembling hands. You turned to face him, your legs still barely holding you upright.

His eyes softened—just a flicker, but you caught it. “We’re not done.”

A cocky smirk tugged at your lips despite yourself. "Obviously. Next time I’m making you beg." His dark laugh sent a fresh pulse of heat through you. “We’ll see about that.”

[theirlgarfield]

TBR

Resident Evil: Sable Dawn, Masterlist & Synopsis:

Damnation Leon and Infinite Darkness Leon was heavily envisioned.

-> Fan fiction playlist COMING SOON.

Resident Evil: Sable Dawn is a visceral and emotionally charged survival-action fan fiction that unfolds after the evolution of bioterrorism. The narrative primarily focuses on Leon S. Kennedy and Y/n “Ivy” Cross, a genetically enhanced agent connected to a terrifying black-ops program known as Project Sable. Tormented by her troubled past and harbouring a dormant virus within her DNA, Y/n finds herself at the precipice of a biological crisis emerging from the ruins of Umbrella.

Her world is disrupted when her long-lost sister, Margot, returns—transformed into the hybrid queen of a sentient hive mind called Virelia. Y/n is drawn into a deep personal conflict, one that uncovers the truth about her origins, her purpose, and the weapon within her.

Leon, a seasoned agent with deep scars from years of intense missions and personal tragedies becomes your steadfast friend and emotional rock. Together, they embark on a quest to unravel Virelia’s sinister plans, facing betrayal, hidden truths, and blossoming feelings that neither fully comprehends. ⸻

Key Themes:

Biotech Horror & Psychological Conflict:

-> It explores themes of identity, memory tampering, and human experimentation. Y/n’s journey grapples with what it means to be human while hosting a virus.

Slow-Burn Romance & Emotional Tension:

-> The bond between Leon and Y/n deepens into more emotional intimacy. The story features romantic tension, moments of earned vulnerability, and confessions made in the middle of danger.

Action & Survival Tactics:

-> Sweeping across global locales, from icy Siberian ruins to shadowy structures beneath Raccoon City, this fan fiction merges classic survival horror with detailed pulse-pounding action scenes.

Rich Lore & Character Exploration:

-> It deepens the Resident Evil mythos with original lore connected to Project Sable, while unfolding your backstory through trauma, fragmented memories, and emotional flashbacks involving Margot.

Ada Wong & Secret Agendas:

-> Ada operates in shades of grey, playing behind the curtain with unclear motives. New threats arise from Umbrella’s fall, including a cult hellbent on resurrection.

You’ll Find:

-> Found family dynamics and healing through shared trauma and trust.

-> Shocking betrayals from both enemies and former allies, like Margot and Ada.

-> Childhood flashbacks revealing the roots of the Sable Virus.

-> The cost of survival as Y/n starts transforming into something more—or less—than human.

-> A desperate fight to prevent a cult from reviving the broken legacy of Project Sable.

A/n: If you have nothing nice to say or make any assumptions, you will be immediately blocked and reported. Please don’t insult creativity. Let people enjoy what they create. Now, if you’d like to proceed to the chapter selections, please continue below. Thank you.

Prologue — Shadows of Geneva

Chapter 1 — Beneath the Surface

Chapter 2 — Ghosts of the Cold

Chapter 3 — The Sister That Was, Part 1/2

Chapter 4 — The Sister That Was, Part 2/2

Chapter 5 — The Longest Night

[theirlgarfield]

Bubonic peg

call him bubonic the way he plagues me

[theirlgarfield]

ＱＵＩＴＥ ＴＨＥ ＣＡＴＣＨ !

love, ☆.

all characters aged 21+. female reader.

thinking about pro baseball player!megumi. like he took up on baseball when he was in high school and realized that he actually had a decent grip on it.

pro baseball player!megumi who loooved the way it felt when he hit a home run. the way he could feel the vibration of the ball hitting his bat as he swung.

baseball player!megumi who felt the exact same way with you in his bed. the way you shook under his wrath, he knew he scored a home run with you and he can't help but subtly smile to himself as he looks up at you between your legs with heavy lids eating you out oh so good, flicking his tongue in all the right places, readjusting himself to relieve his obvious hard-on from this. you try all your hardest to push him away, but he's insistent. he has to win this game.

quite the catch. mdni 18+ under the cut.

baseball player!megumi who has such calloused fingers from his games. a few scars even from the amount of times he scrapes them against the sharp rocks of the field.

baseball player!megumi whose same fingers trailed your body so delicately, yet so rough. they worshipped your body. light touches across the curves of your body but so rough when they pumped in and out of your greedy cunt. rough hands that fit and cup your jaw oh so perfectly. your claws scratching him hard. he's envious of how manicured your hands are compared to his, but also proud; he pays for them, afterall.

baseball player!megumi who has thick, black strands of hair that sticks to his face quite often during his games from the heat and intensity of the sport at times.

baseball player!megumi that has sweat beading down his black strands when he fucks, looking down on you. if his sweat isn't dripping onto your face, his hair is stuck to your chest and tits when his face is buried deep in the valley between your breasts, sucking and biting until he nearly draws blood and he finishes off his meal with a small peck. his lips leave a long trail of hickies right up to your collarbone as your hands run through his tousled, wet strands of hair, praising him like he's your god.

baseball player!megumi who wears eyeblack under his eyes and extends a few lines down his cheeks, an idea given to him by the one and only yuuji. during games with a harsh sun, it's proven to be quite beneficial especially for someone who has such sensitive blue eyes.

baseball player!megumi whose eyeblack is all over your skin. he frequently rubs his face and cheeks against your forearms as a comfort mechanism. you have black smears across your whole body but especially around your inner thighs when he finally lets you have a break, squishing his cheek onto your thigh, patiently waiting for you to regain yourself. black smears from when you find yourself gripping the headboard in front of you, back arching in pleasure as megumi deliciously lapped at your folds, your slick running down the bottom half of his face, his nose occasionally hitting your clit which made you jolt, quiver, and moan to your heart's content.

baseball player!megumi who wears a black jersey plastered with the number 12, his birth month. he wears one compression arm sleeves on his left arm, his batting arm.

baseball player!megumi whose jersey you often wear when his dicking you down like he won't see the light of day tomorrow. oh how he loves when you're riding him, his hands exploring everything under that oversized jersey as you swivel your hips and circle with a few bounces and your pelvises meet. those calloused hands sliding all around the curve of your ass, only helping you rock your hips to hit the sweetest parts of your pussy.

the way you nearly vibrate from how much pleasure you're getting, his rough fingers worshipping your bare body, sweat dripping off of you, hickies all across your tits, eyeblack smeared all over your legs and now all over his hips, and his jersey on your body as a cherry on top. what more baseball player!megumi ask for? he has you wrapped around his dick finger.

quite the catch, indeed.

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[theirlgarfield]

message to megumi writers, can we PLEASE be fed with more college au megumi?! do it however you want i just NEED it in my bones

(don’t think anybody will see this but if you make a fic, drabble, or smau, tag me!!)

[theirlgarfield]

Unsent messages

I miss you so much more then i ever thought i would, i miss your laugh, and how you would say stupid corny jokes,

I miss your smile the one that gave me butterflies, the smile that made me feel better always

I miss your voice that would console me let me know everything is okay, and make me laugh

I miss your eyes with those brown eyes that looked like trees, dirt, jupiter, and how those beautiful brown eyes would look at me with endearment and love.

I miss your sweet face and how you would react when i said stuff and those stupid faces you made.

I miss those words, those letter of how much you loved me, that tangled me up, those words that made me shy. I never told you how much they would make me smile yet i didnt respond because i always felt as though my words would never be as good as yours

I miss your hands, the ones that would create beautiful drawing, or crafts, those hands that once were in mine.

Your actions and words meant the world to me. Everyday i regret ending it, i wish i couldve worked it out with you rather then getting scared and running away.

And yes i am jealous of annabelle, im jealous that she got the love i wanted, im jealous that you can always be together, im jealous of her relationship not really her yes shes pretty and athletic but im jealous of how you look at her, how you are for her.

And just because i ended it will never mean i really wanted to.

Because truthfully ive tried getting over you but every day and night your in my head the memory of your laugh, your smile, and you.

And it kills me to watch yall so happy and amazing together knowing that i was never going to be able to be that.

I was hoping you would wait after we broke up maybe until the new year, because i wanted to get back together i wanted to take a break

I shouldve said lets take a break rather then lets break up. Because that decision haunts me all the time of flahes of unsent messages and memories i wanted to make with you.

Because i still like you.

Yet ik you dont like me anymore.

106 “i love you”s

15 “sharkie”s

2 “magnolia”s

October 26th i wont forget that day, the day i regret forever. When i broke up with you

23.7/100

535 calls total

127 were missed

Whenever a song i liked or you liked when we were tg comes on i cry.we broke up in october so why am i jot over you?

Your scent remains on the clothes i wore when i was with you,Your eyes linger in every person i see,Your face seared into my eyes when i close them.Your voice echoes through my head no matter how much i turn the volume of my music up,Your laugh i crave whenever i see something that would make you laugh,Your hair and how it smelt faintly of conditioner and the ocean,Your skin soft and warm.Your hands that would hold mine always warm compared to my cold ones.Your arms that would wrap around me and hold me closeYour lips that kissed me so gently and spoke such kind words to meThere is a glimpse of you everywhere i go.Like a dream i want to dream forever but becomes a nightmare once i remember your not mine anymore.I regret what i did and i regret losing you and watching the one i love with someone else, i dont care that were young the love i hold in my heart shines so bright it burns me.I still love you, even if you love her i know its selfish.How can i see you as a friend when u were the cosmos to me, while im nothing but a past thought to you.

[theirlgarfield]

Back to friends-sombr

Your scent remains on the clothes i wore when i was with you,

Your eyes linger in every person i see,

Your face seared into my eyes when i close them

Your voice echoes through my head no matter how much i turn the volume of my music up,

Your laugh i crave whenever i see something that would make you laugh,

Your hair and how it smelt faintly of conditioner and the ocean,

Your skin soft and warm

Your hands that would hold mine always warm compared to my cold ones

Your arms that would wrap around me and hold me close

Your lips that kissed me so gently and spoke such kind words to me

There is a glimpse of you everywhere i go

Like a dream i want to dream forever but becomes a nightmare once i remember your not mine anymore

I regret what i did and i regret losing you and watching the one i love with someone else, i dont care that were young the love i hold in my heart shines so bright it burns me.

I still love you, even if you love her i know its selfish.

How can i see you as a friend when u were the cosmos to me, while im nothing but a past thought to you.

[theirlgarfield]

Is this insta post worthy chat

[theirlgarfield]

Hey gus so um can i pls make some moots who like megumi fics and stuff cus i can never find any 😔 and also give me ur best fic recs!!

Btw im thinking about posting my art should i?

[theirlgarfield]

YIPPEEE

So heh any more of those megmui bsfs to lovers, and that biker fic perchance

YES OFCOURSE. the bsfs to lovers one is done but needs to be edited! I've just been REALLY busy lately.. and the biker one, yes I'll continue writing that after my end-sem exams end<3

[theirlgarfield]

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

[theirlgarfield]

hallo!! (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝* ⋆ ⁺ ₊

i'd like to request a royal reader x knight!leon smut, if it's totally okay + within your comfort zone! i'm leaning towards a more submissive leon here, he's a man of a few words and typically doesn't chat a lot with people he isn't close with but he's reaaaallyy whimpering and whiny with reader when he gets his world rocked, much to their pleasant surprise :3 some overstimulation and praise thrown in would be nice too if you'd like hihiii

-🍮

⌞⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Armor .ᐟ⌝

leon kennedy x afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  3.9k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW !!!, 2nd person, leon is a bit subby, reader and leon r both desperate for each other, unprotected (as always, pls don’t do that), riding, a bit of overstimulation + praise, ‘forbidden’ in a way, leon is implied to be a bit older, squirting

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Your knight in shining armour catches you trying to sneak out past midnight. 

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: HII 🍮TYSM FOR THE REQUEST ! :3 sorry i’ve been slow on writing, i’ve had writer’s block and been busy w school (i have finals coming up soon :c) but my requests r still open and i’m working on the requests i have ! ty all sm for the support :3 <3 sorry if there r any errors !

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You stood against the wall, mostly covered in shadow as you watched everyone on the floor of the great hall, all dancing and having a good time. Your arms were crossed as you puffed a bit until your knight approached you. 

He was a calloused man, very quiet, very protective of you. His parents ordered him to follow you around like a damn lost dog to make sure you were safe at all times, despite being an adult. Your parents always babied you and affected how Leon treated you. Like some sort of damsel in distress. He’d always try to dismiss it with some comment about how important it was for your parents to have an heir to the throne or whatever. You didn’t really care about it; it was just bullshitting excuses to keep you from living your life. 

“May I go now?” you asked him as you eyed the dancefloor. Your parents were hosting the yearly Spring Ball at the castle again; this was your first year you were actually allowed to attend the damn thing. Every past year, your parents had insisted that you were ‘too young’, and they were only ‘trying to keep you safe’. Of course, to an extent, it was reasonable, but that didn’t make it totally justified. Everyone at the ball had been personally invited, and the other knights were at the front of the castle approving each guest, so it wasn’t like there were any real threats they were worried about. You knew the real reason - they didn’t want you meeting anyone from outside the castle walls. 

Your parents never explicitly stated it, but you were sure that you were going to be packaged into an arranged marriage one day. They didn’t want anyone less than perfect to sit beside you on the throne one day, so it’d likely be someone they’d trust and someone who knew how to rule over a kingdom. 

Leon nodded his head at your question, grunting out a quiet “yes”. You moved away from the wall and towards the crowd of others before Leon gripped your wrist and pulled you back. “Not so fast.” he started. 

You squirmed a bit out of Leon’s grip, despite it being gentle, all while Leon spoke to you in his usual cold, monotone voice. “Your parents want me to keep an eye on you the whole evening.”. He didn’t wait for your reaction before he sighed, he already knew you’d be upset. 

“I’m not a child; I don’t need to be babysat.” You replied as Leon’s grip finally faltered and you headed off to the mass of people dancing together, only for Leon to follow after you. Typical. That man acted like a baby duckling following their mother duck. He was practically chained to you. Couldn’t your parents see that you didn’t need to have some helicoptering over you at all times?

You hurried away from the corner, not wanting to spend any more of the evening alone in the corner. This was your first time ever attending a dance, after all, and you were going to make the most of it.

Every girl in the palace was all dolled up in ruffle-covered dresses and fancy up-do hairstyles that accentuated their facial features. All the men were dressed up in fancy suits, detailed with gold, tailored specifically for them. It was your first time seeing everyone up close like this, so you took a moment to admire every detail. 

“You just going to stand there staring, pretty thing?” a man asked you from behind, making you turn around. It was some guy you’ve never seen, you hadn’t a clue what relationship he had with your parents that let him get invited, but you didn’t care. He was cute, and you barely ever got social interaction with anyone besides the knights and the maids here. 

He took your hand and offered you to dance, and God, how could you refuse such a pretty face? Time had gone by rather fast; the lack of windows nearby did not aid your blindness to the time. You hadn’t been able to see the sun fall past the horizon and the moon begin to take its place. You wiped your forehead clean of all the beads of sweat that had accumulated from spending so much time dancing in a hall packed with so many other people. Leon had just been standing a few feet away, just watching… Guy probably had nothing better to do, you thought. 

“Are you going to be attending that, uh, afterparty for this ball tonight? The one east of the village?” the man you’d been dancing with had asked you once you two had paused for some air and water. 

“Huh?” you replied, tilting your head a little. It was your first time hearing about anything of that sort. 

“The king- or, your dad, I mean… his friends host an after-party of sorts. Lasts from dusk till dawn. Are you coming?” You hesitated before replying. You hadn’t even heard about it, probably because your dad knew that you’d want to go if you had known about it. And your parents would never let you outside the castle walls during the night. Even if Leon came to chaperone you. 

“Ah-” you started, stumbling over your words until you felt a large hand prop onto your shoulder. Turning to look back, you saw Leon moving to stand beside you. He leaned down a bit closer to you so he could talk just softly enough for you to hear. “Your parents want you back in your quarters by midnight. It’s five past.” he said to you quietly. 

“God damnit, I’ve got a bedtime now too?” You replied as you glanced at Leon, then back at the man you’d been dancing with, dying to kiss all night. Years of being cooped up behind castle walls made you desperate. 

Leon didn’t respond, his expression as unamused as always. The man hadn’t cracked a smile at all the whole night, it was honestly depressing. He was a dedicated knight alright. He had the opportunity to dance with anyone he wanted to - admittedly, he was quite handsome. But instead, he spent the hours just standing there, watching you have the time of your life simply because your parents told him to. 

Leo had a firm grip on your arm as if he were anticipating you’d try to flee with the guy you’d just met - yeah, you were desperate, but not that desperate. 

You paused for a moment, trying to think of how to reply. You didn’t want to cut the night short, you knew there was a zero percent chance you’d ever see this guy ever again if you did. But you felt Leon beginning to tug on your arm, insisting that you two leave. 

“I’ll see you soon, okay? I’ll… I’ll find a way.” You replied before reluctantly walking away with Leon. It was somewhat less pathetic than letting him drag you away. 

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The past hour or so, you’d been keeping the closest eye on the status of the Spring Ball you could form inside your room. You’d waited a full hour to hear the music from the grand hall to stop, and you did, you’d heard the liveliness of the dance slowly die out like a flame being extinguished. 

You still waited a few moments until you were sure most of the castle had been put to rest. By now, most of the staff would have returned to their quarters and gone to bed, right? You were sure it was safe to make your move now. Sneak out. You knew it was super risky, but you were also desperate. Desperate to something not controlled by your parents. Desperate to see that man. You hoped that of all people to be arranged married to, it’d be him. Maybe that was because you’d had little interaction with many men before this, but you were head over heels. 

You took a lantern in your hands and exited your room, quietly tiptoeing down the corridors of your quarter. The halls weren’t too dim thanks to some moonlight peering in through the windows. 

You weren’t exactly sure where this after-party was, all you knew was that it was east of the kingdom, meaning you’d have to move toward the moon for guidance. You could probably ask around to try and locate a specific manor it’d be held in. 

You were only a few feet down the hall, just a little bit away from the round staircase tower you’d need to go down to reach the exit, barely away from your bedroom before you saw Leon approaching you from the dark. “Shit.” You muttered to yourself. Of course, you should’ve expected this. Leon had dark circles under his eyes, the guy never slept, and he was there when you told that man, you’d find a way to get to that party. 

“Come on now, back to bed.” Leon said simply in his gruff voice as he gestured to your room, his movements still somewhat stiff thanks to his armor that he was still wearing. He knew your plan; he didn’t even bother heading back to his quarters to change. He’d probably been waiting right there at the end of the hallway since he’d insisted, you’d go to bed. 

You stuttered out a reply, trying to talk your way out of it, make up some lie that you just wanted a midnight snack or something, but Leon saw right through your bullshit. He held your wrist again and brought you back to your room. 

“Your parents would be so disappointed.” Leon said, his tone sounding like he was scolding a naughty dog. 

You sat down on your bed, glancing out the door to the balcony. Climbing down would’ve been a more viable idea than trying to leave out the main exit. 

You crossed your arms and puffed out a sigh as you looked down at the floor. “I know.” you replied simply. 

“I’m not going to tell them, though, don’t worry.” Leon added as he gazed down at you. 

“That’s a shocker.” you mumbled out.

Leon tilted his head at that comment, he raised an eyebrow. That was probably the most expressive you’d ever seen him before this moment. 

“Why’s that?” he asked. 

“You’re so loyal to my parents, you do every damn thing they tell you to. You spent the whole night standing against a pillar and watching over me like a stalker just because that’s what they ordered you to. Could’ve danced with any pretty girl or guy in there you wanted to.” You replied as you looked up at him, standing up to look him in the eye. 

His expression softened slightly, lips moving upwards although it wasn’t entirely a smile. Not yet at least. 

“You think I did that just because your parents asked?” he asked you, sounding somewhat amused. It wasn’t usual for Leon to be this expressive, even though now he was still barely showing any emotion. 

“Yeah, why else would you do that?” You asked, still looking up at Leon. You felt his hands gently brush against the side of your neck. He wasn’t very touchy - at least, not like this. You were used to him grabbing your wrist whenever he wanted to keep you in sight, but this? “I… I wanted to dance with you.” he admitted, his words coming out with a sigh, his voice still as soft and gentle as ever. 

You were puzzled by that response. Surely, he was joking. Surely, he didn’t actually mean it, he didn’t actually have feelings for you. 

All your thoughts became a messy blur as you felt his lips crash against yours and pull back just as fast. His cheeks were slightly pink, he looked more embarrassed than anything. 

“Sorry,” he apologized. He felt like he’d done something dirty. He was your knight, hired to protect you, not to fall for you and kiss you without at least asking first. What happened to his chivalry? Leon revoked his hand from your neck, looking down as if he were ashamed. “No, it’s fine.” You assured him, wrapping your fingers around his hand and gently guiding his hand onto your cheek. “Don’t apologize, I… I liked it.” 

All these years you’d longed for a man had turned you desperate. Tonight, you’d been willing to sneak out alone in order to go see one. All this time, you’d had a man head over heels for you right in your reach. Perfectly attainable. You just didn’t realize it. 

How could you? Leon was quiet and reserved. Tonight was the first time you’d seen his face change from an always annoyed one to literally any other emotion. How could you have known? 

Your head was flooded with thoughts, the rational part of your brain was drowning in all the thoughts yelling at you to kiss him again. You were so, so desperate. You pulled Leon in for another kiss and felt him wrap his large arms around your waist, kissing you sloppily. Clearly, he was as desperate for you as you were for him. You pulled him onto your bed, underneath the frame with the pretty canopy, resting against the cushioned headboard.

You sat on his lap; he pulled away from the kisses and gasped. The armor he was wearing was probably the worst thing he could have a boner in. He shifted around uncomfortably and bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning. 

“Fuck.” he grunted, out of breath. 

“What is it, what’s wrong?” you asked quietly, as if you were scared your parents would hear. You knew logically they wouldn’t - their quarters were across the whole damn castle. You could moan like a slut all you wanted all night long and they’d still be resting peacefully, not a clue in the world you’d been up fucking your knight. 

“I’m-I’m hard...” Leon admitted, audibly embarrassed by his situation. You pulled back a little from his lap, allowing him to pull off his bottoms desperately, tossing them aside. 

Despite your room still being dim, the only light source coming from the moonlight sneaking its way in through your sheer curtains, you managed to see the large bulge in Leon’s boxers, a few tiny wet spots from some pre-cum. 

Leon had been waiting to fuck you for what felt like forever. He’d been head over heels longer than he’d like to admit, and he’d spent more nights in his private bathroom pumping his cock with his fists while staring at pictures of you than he’d like to admit. 

You felt yourself begin to drip in your panties at the sight. You were horny, you were so fucking horny. You hadn’t felt the touch of a man ever. At least, not like this. And you were just desperate to experience this intimacy. You longed to feel a man’s cock inside you, as embarrassing as it was to admit. Leon removed the chest plate armor on him, tearing everything off of him like a wild animal. Like he couldn’t contain how bad he wanted to fuck you. You did the same, you stripped down on your bed until you were just in panties. 

You took a moment to admire Leon’s body all while he admired yours. He’d seen the outline of your body when you’d worn tight clothes in the past, but you were a thousand times sexier than he could’ve imagined. He felt his dick throb as his eyes fixated on your nipples, your pretty tits… 

You’d never seen Leon in anything other than that stiff armor, so you had spent the years completely unaware that he’d been jacked this whole time. His arms were toned and muscular, not to mention his abs… where did he even get the time to work out when he spent so much of his time watching you. 

“So fucking hot...” you whispered to Leon as you felt on his abs, feeling his happy trail brush against your hand. Leon let out a pathetic whine at the touch. 

He stared up at you. He’d been working here to protect you. He was working with your parents; he agreed with them that he’d protect you. But he’d gotten too close to you, and now… He couldn’t help his feelings. Even though he knew he should do anything but fuck you, even though you seemed so willing for his dick, he couldn’t help himself. You were the forbidden fruit he just couldn’t resist. 

Leon gently grabbed your hips, his grip on you gentler than ever. You gently grinded against him, rubbing your clothed pussy against his dick that was still restrained by his boxers. 

“Oh fuck, don’t we need protection? We should use some, right? I-” Leon stuttered, his face visibly becoming more and more pink with every word that he let slip from his lips. “Fuck it, it’s fine, I just want you… I-I need this.” you stuttered out desperately. It was almost cute how desperate you two were for each other, in a pathetic way. 

You peeled down the fabric of Leon’s boxers slowly, a smirk crawling on your lips as you watched his hard cock spring out excitedly, the red leaking tip desperately begging for your pussy. 

You gently slid down your panties, down past your ankles before tossing them aside, not caring about where they’d land. 

Leon’s face was bright pink at this point, he was resting back against the headboard as you gently stroked his cock, sizing him up mentally, imagining how good it’d feel when you finally felt this long dick inside you. Leon whimpered as he felt your soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Please-” he gasped out, his tone abnormally whiny. He looked at you with puppy eyes, silently begging you to stop teasing and just bounce on his cock already.

You leaned closer to him and gently kissed him before positioning yourself on top of him, his tip right at your entrance. You whined as you slowly lowered yourself down, feeling his dick slowly slide between your legs. He felt incredible.

Leon was already hot and sweaty just feeling you on top of him, seeing your face contort with pleasure as you took his dick inside you. 

“So… so fucking tight…” he grunted out between desperate pants and gasps for air. Leon shut his eyes as he leaned back, staring up at your ceiling as he tried adjusting to the sensation of your tight walls practically milking his cock. 

You were whining loudly, not used to the sensation just yet, but after a second you managed to quiet down. 

“Feels so fucking good…” You moaned quietly as you placed one hand on Leon’s cheek. You leaned back slightly and sighed, taking in a few deep breaths before beginning to push yourself up and down, bouncing on Leon’s dick. 

Leon’s whimpers grew louder with each bounce; his eyes clenching shut for a few moments as you rode his dick. He was never one to be vocal in any situation, but now? He couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers that were escaping his lips. He was moaning like a whore. 

God, this felt wrong. He was supposed to protect you, keep you safe for your parents, now encourage you to ride him raw. But God, it felt so right, and your parents didn’t need to know about your fun time with your little knight. 

“Ah... ah… Leon...” you breathed as you kept bouncing on his cock at a steady, somewhat swift pace, your pussy desperately clutching onto his dick, not wanting this moment to even end. 

Your hand moved down Leon’s cheek as you admired his beauty. His eyes were welling up with tears, ashamedly. Leon’s dick was so sensitive, he hadn’t fucked a real pussy in years, this just felt so damn good to him. 

Leon moaned your name desperately as you leaned forward to kiss him, wanting to soothe his tears. “You’re doing so good… you feel so fucking good in me, Leon...” You moaned out, not bothering to quiet yourself. Leon’s eyes were glued to your chest, enjoying the way your tits bounced with each movement.

You were progressively getting louder and louder as you kept riding. Leon gripped your hips a bit tighter. “Your pussy feels amazing, baby…” Leon grunted out quietly, some tears beginning to slip as he felt his balls tighten up slightly in anticipation of an orgasm. 

Poor boy had been trying to hold it in this whole time. He’d been leaking precum since you pushed him onto the bed. If he wasn’t trying to wait for you to cum with him, he would’ve come while you were stroking him.

“You’re doing this so well, ah, fuck...” he added, his eyes shutting involuntarily as you moved your hand up and down his abs, your touch was intoxicating. “You ride so damn good…” he whispered to you, his hand rubbing your side. You began bouncing a bit faster, feeling his tip occasionally brush against your spongy spot. You moved your fingers down, gently rubbing circles into your clit.

“Ah! Fuck!” you squeaked as you felt his tip finally slam against your spot, making your whole-body twitch with pleasure. Leon felt you clench around his cock, causing him to whine out as his hips involuntarily bucked up into you, his tip pressing deeper into your spot. 

Leon bit his lip as he felt more tears leak, his vision blurry as he looked up at you. You wiped his tears as you kept bouncing on his dick. “So fucking good, you’re going to make me cum, you feel so good…” you breathed.

“Fuck… so tight, so wet, so perfect I- I’m gonna cum..!” Leon gasped out, his hips thrusting up involuntarily and beginning to stutter as he watched you squirm. You leaned your head back, squealing desperately as you felt yourself peak, squirting warm juices all over his abdomen. Your head was fuzzy, and you were dizzy in the aftermath of your orgasm. God, you didn’t even know you could squirt. Who knew Leon’s dick was all it took? 

Leon tightened his grip on your hips, forcing you down and still as he came, releasing his hot seed deep inside you. He sat there for a few moments before finally relaxing back down onto the bed as you pulled off of him, his cum dripping from between your legs. 

“Oh, fuck, baby… I should’ve pulled out, ‘m so sorry…” Leon said quietly as he gently rubbed your back. 

“It’s fine…” you assured him, your lips gently pressing against his neck as you rested against him. You were both sweaty, laying together in your bed as you pulled over the fluffy comforters to cover up your guys’ nude bodies. 

God, your parents would be pissed if they found out. If they knew the man they hired to protect their precious kid, heir to the throne, had fucked them raw in their bed in the castle they all lived in. And they’d be upset at you, too, for developing a relationship with someone that wasn’t arranged. The other staff would talk. The knights would be shocked that one of them had been so bold to do such a thing. The maids wouldn’t be happy having to clean up your bed. 

But right now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered to you was lying down next to a man who loved you; something you’d been wanting for forever. 

[theirlgarfield]

⋆˚࿔ thinking about megumi and stray cats…

“what the hell?” you bite back scream when you open your door, which bumps into something solid with a thud!

“please, take her in!” fushiguro megumi’s head is in a deep bow, slightly red from where the door had hit him, his hands held out in a pleading gesture. you raise one eyebrow.

“didn’t take you to be such an animal lover,” you mutter. “then again shikigami are basically the same thing, i guess.”

the thing in question, hiding behind megumi, meows loudly as if it were protesting to being spoken about in such a way. you walk outside to face megumi and the kitten cowering behind him. its fur is a glossy, midnight black, and it hisses at you to no effect. you scoff, crouching down to be at eye level with the feline.

“and this is?”

“i found her during my recent mission. she was so scared at first, and it seemed like she had inconsiderate owners, so i fed her…and she’s been following me all the way since!” megumi blurts under your unamused gaze.

“i would say this is out of character for you, but you do have a tendency to save odd things, like itadori for example.” you laugh at that.

“so…you’ll take her in?” he asks hopefully, eyes begging. the cat seems to understand what needs to be done, giving an equally desperate look to you. you sigh, checking to make sure no one was near, lest gojo sensei find you two.

“i’ll agree to keep her in my room on two conditions.”

“fine.” he sighs loudly.

“one: you take full responsibility if we get in trouble for this,” you wag a finger at the boy with black bangs.

“done.”

“two: we share ownership, looking after a cat all the time is too much work for one person.”

“how will we do that if she lives with you?” megumi questions. it’s pitch silent around you, given the absurdly late hour.

“you have to come to us, einstein,” you deadpan. “just use your jujutsu shadow teleportation or whatever, it can’t be that difficult for you!”

oh. ohhhhhh. something suddenly dawns on megumi, and he can’t stop the blood suddenly rushing through his face, painting his cheeks red. his heart flips around his ribcage.

“what now?” you groan, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

“nothing…” this was so stupid. he shouldn’t even be thinking about you in that way! megumi would rather take it to the grave than tell you that he just imagined the two of you as the cat’s parents, and that he wouldn’t even mind that—

“spit it out,” you poke at his shoulder.

“it’s just that, i feel like you’re the mom and i’m the dad.”

“fushigu- WHAT??”

“good night!” you barely catch the words with how fast he’s said them. and then he’s gone off running back to his own room on the other side of the school, so he doesn’t catch your face which mirrors the same blush and crooked grin he had seconds ago.

bonus: “kugisaki, why does fushiguro always disappear around 9 pm?” yuuji questions. “huh?? like hell i’d know,” nobara scoffs. “i’m not some omniscient narrator!” “i’ve noticed it too,” maki whispers, behind the two. they both jump. “i smell a solution,” nobara declares. yuuji’s all ears, leaning in. “we follow fushiguro.” she smiles. “kugisaki, you’re amazing!” high praises from yuuji ensue. that night they do stalk megumi back to your room, ensuring a safe distance. “why’s he here?” maki whispers. “this is girl’s dorms…” “could it be…it’s like that?” loud meows cut through, and your voice rings clear. “you forgot to clean her litter box yesterday!” you snap. “did i?” fushiguro’s voice echoes back. the two of you squabble for a bit, and the three stalkers share a knowing look. “it is like that.” they concluded.

a/n: maybe ooc megumi here…but i think he would take in strays

ılılılılılılı now playing: i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, talk by beabadoobee, can i call you tonight? by dayglow

masterlist!

[theirlgarfield]

STOP FIC THEFT EVEN IF THERE IS NO COPYRIGHT OR ANYTHING THIS STILL ISNT RIGHT THATS SOMEONES BARD WORK YOU ARE TAKING AND CLAIMING AS YOUR OWN!!! #theft

important!! please read!!

spot the difference??

exactly you can't! because recently another creator on here, stole my fic, maybe not idea for idea or straight copy, but they were very clearly inspired by my work. even went as far as mimicking my writing style.

i confronted them as kindly as possible and they straight up lied to my face saying "they never saw my post" which ik is a lie, because i had followed them two nights ago, and they immediately dmed and tried to befriend me, we got to talking and dabi was brought up, i then sent my dabi post aka the post up top, and not even the next day i woke up to their post.

I'll attach the SS below

i had sent her the touya drabble around 3 am, and the next morning hers was posted. I attached the ss of me sending the post, as well as her in my likes aka her liking the post way before but she claims to have never seen my post.

now i want to say that before i brought it to my platform, i asked multiple people if i was being dramatic, and they all said she definitely copied me and was inspired by me, maybe not idea for idea but the point still stands, some have even said they thought they were reading my work when reading hers because it was so similar.

i know i do not own a writing style, but i feel like i hold a very unique poetic writing style, (what I've been told) which makes it easy to know what's my work and what's not.

i do not want drama from this, i simply wanted to bring it to light, because i work so fucking hard on my writing and to have my work be copied, is insane and so so so wrong. genuinely makes me wanna stop writing all together.

[theirlgarfield]

Wheel of Names made me draw Jason Todd 🫠😤👉🏽👈🏽💗

[theirlgarfield]

got me in my leon x ex-assassin reader feels again (thanks, @zozo-01 and @vaaaaaiolet).

Kissing Leon for the first time in his old Wrangler you constantly give him shit for—‘why does it still have a cassette player?’

‘It’s vintage.’

‘You’re vintage, old man.’

‘Bet this old man could still give you a run for your money.’

—and he reminds you of bonfires and drive-in movies and cotton candy at the carnival and slipping into your favorite old bomber jacket at the first crack of winter.

He’s all the things you didn’t get to experience growing up. Your life was fast-paced, and you knew how to bring a man to his knees—how to sever a carotid without so much as a sound by the time you were sixteen—before you knew what it was like to be human.

With him, you don’t have to be a weapon. You don’t have to analyze everything about him, pull him apart at the seams, and reconstruct him in a way that benefits you. You don’t have to put up this seductive front and look for every way possible out of a sticky situation in case things with him get dicey.

He’s disarming in a way that’s both refreshing and terrifying. He’s real and raw, and he throws all his cards on the table upfront, so you know what you’re working with. But it’s scary because you’re not used to someone liking you out loud. Someone who isn’t in it for what you can give versus what you already present.

He doesn’t push you further than where you’re ready to go. Infuriatingly patient, never intentionally rekindling the past you ran from. Never asking why your back’s all marked up, why your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes, why your head’s always on a swivel, and why you always sit in the furthest booth with a good view of the restaurant whenever he takes you out.

He never badgers you on why you know so much about guns. Why you took down an armed robber on your own like it was easy as breathing. Why you’re so good at reading people, talking people down, or why your heart’s encased in stone.

No.

He doesn’t shield you. Doesn’t selfishly bottle you up like fireflies. He doesn’t kiss your booboo when you skid your knee, promising vengeance on the pavement for hurting you. Though he is there with a playful hand on your head, some antiseptic, and a smart mouth to admonish you for falling in the first place. Dummy.

He coddles the freedom you never knew you longed for. Offers you an outlet from the cacophony of your mind without adding to your turmoil. The definition of ‘be her peace’ encouraging you to try the soft-girl life out while also allowing that spitfire to shine when needed.

He disrupts your ruminations when he draws away from your lips with a sticky, languid click, and he looks as surprised as you feel over the center console of his dusty Jeep.

“I’m sorry,” Leon rasps, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks brushed peach. Still has those fingers buried in your hair, and his eyes fall to your lips like he doesn’t regret kissing you in the slightest. “I—did I take it too far?”

Your heart pulls. Warmth washes over your insides like the spread of the afternoon sun against your skin. He’s so considerate, it hurts. No one’s ever cared this much. Checked on you as much as he has—he doesn’t make you feel like you’re not worth fretting over because “you know how to handle yourself.”

You laugh despite yourself, and the way his brows furrow with a pout pulling his lips down like a confused puppy, makes you laugh even harder.

Instead of words, you let your mouth do the talking. Pan in for another sample of his lips, and he pours a confused, gruff sound into your mouth, trading it out for something more pleased. Needy.

He holds the back of your head firm enough to keep you in place, yet lax enough for you to pull back in case the pacing isn’t right. And you’re even more appreciative because this man thinks of everything, like he’s never kissed a woman before, and like he doesn’t want his first time to be a total fuck up.

He doesn’t protest when your fingers curl into the slack of his shirt, tugging him awkwardly over the center console so you can acquaint your tongue with every wet seam and divot of his mouth. Your lip-lock grows more ravenous by the second, mouths slanting possessively over one another’s, hands stroking, pulling, kneading whatever flesh they can get a hold of.

Kissing him is almost like being an adolescent, kissing their crush for the first time on the beach, swallowed up by the comforting breeze and the lazy drag of the tide and the stars aligning just right in the sky. You’re warm and prickly and breathless, and you’re throbbing in places that haven’t been touched in months, your nipples knotting beneath the frail drag of your t-shirt.

You burn for him in a way you haven’t burned in a while—like wet logs mercifully sparking a fire amid a cruel winter. But you don’t want to get too ahead of yourself. You don’t want to chase him away with your forwardness. Sure, he plays all cocky sometimes like he knows his way around a woman’s body, but you don’t think he’s ready for the level of expertise you’ve amassed throughout your years as a stone-cold manipulator.

So, you reluctantly pull away from him. And he’s chasing your lips, nipping at them, trying to get another taste. Never enough, and he’s so cute with his glacial eyes all hooded like that. With his hair all mussed—courtesy of your fingers—and panting.

It takes all of you not to laugh. Not to coo as you release his shirt, leaning back against the passenger seat to gather your purse and jacket.

He gives you a perturbed look. Something heartbroken when you clasp the door handle and pour yourself out of his Jeep with a sly smile on your face.

“Gotta get home before my parents start asking where I’m at,” you tease, winking, and slamming the door behind you.

He tracks your every move to your door, still breathless, but smiling like the cat that got the cream, one hand propped on the steering wheel, the other covering his lips that still tingle from the aftermath of your kiss.

And when he takes off the parking brake, he realizes you played him as he studies his disheveled features in the rearview mirror.

“She doesn’t have parents here,” he says to himself. Snorts, slowly pulling out of your driveway.

Of the many puzzles he’s been forced to navigate throughout his lifetime, you’re the one most worth the effort of solving.

[theirlgarfield]

✁FASHION FLIRT ✃

❝ we in love & started dating at your art school..

..cause either way we both lyin' more than half of the time..

..except for when I'm home workin' on your graphic design ❞

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

🪡SUMMARY

You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

⍟ JJK college au ⍟ art students au ⍟ no curse au

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✍️ your designs

📋 your model rating list

(these 2 are optional for more visuals, if u have ur own ideas pls feel free to ignore)

┌──── “ group chats 💬 „

👥 Fashion Famous 🧑‍🎨🧵

👥 Film GC 📽️

👥 day 1’s

👥 y/n’s fan club

🪡TWITTER PROFILES

chapters below cut

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✆ chapter 1: Extra Credit

✆ chapter 2: Flirting Business Tactic

✆ chapter 3: Fashion Walk

✆ chapter 4: Leaf

✆ chapter 5: Model Castings

✆ chapter 6: Can’t wait to see u

✆ chapter 7: Snacks

✆ chapter 8: Movies

✆ chapter 9: Asleep

✆ chapter 10: Late

✆ chapter 11: Third Wheel

✆ chapter 12: Reminded me of you

✆ chapter 13: Iron

✆ chapter 14: Flip a coin

✆ chapter 15: 8-ball

✆ chapter 16: Deserve each other

✆ chapter 17: Romeo o’ romeo

✆ chapter 18: Bro

✆ chapter 19: First Date

✆ chapter 20: Puzzle

✆ chapter 21: Don’t tell anyone

✆ chapter 22: Fraud

✆ chapter 23: Zip-up

✆ chapter 24: Beading & Braiding

✆ chapter 25: Guess

✆ chapter 26: Ignored

✆ chapter 27: Fixing him

✆ chapter 28: Couch

✆ chapter 29: Films

✆ chapter 30: Sleepover

✆ chapter 31: Out of guesses

✆ chapter 32: Portraits of love

✆ chapter 33: Rehearsal

✆ chapter 34: Show

EPILOGUE

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