Eighteen PATHETIC MEN In Your AREA With The WETTEST SADDEST EYES Youve Ever Seen Want To TALK ABOUT THE

eighteen PATHETIC MEN in your AREA with the WETTEST SADDEST EYES youve ever seen want to TALK ABOUT THE WORST MUSIC YOUVE EVER HEARD with YOU!

#𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s not suguru’s fault satoru doesn’t treat you right, and it’s not his fault he can treat you better

— pairing ⋮ geto x reader (x gojo)

— tags ⋮ nsfw 18+, fem! reader, toxic! gojo, gojo x reader in the beginning, college! au, cheating (you on gojo), lovesick geto, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism (he fucks you against a window), disclaimer this is purely fiction

— word count ⋮ 6.8k

— notes ⋮ ty ris and kitty cat for beta reading and micheth and boy scout and viva my love for looking over bits and helping me as i sobbed dbdhjfggf love you all tons

the party should be boring—it should be a bit of a slow one since it’s date night for you and gojo. geto figures if he’s not going to be occupied by his best friend, then he might as well occupy himself with a stranger for the night. it’s a bit of a routine, really, fishing out girls with eyes as close to yours as he can find, and a smile as sweet as he can get. it’s never enough, but he supposes it’s better than nothing.

he smiles at a few girls, watches the way their eyes brighten and their lashes bat and their smiles are so sincere, and then he can’t help but imagine what your smile would look like if you looked at him like that. 

he’s broken from his thoughts when he sees a pair of very familiar eyes—ones that are all too close to yours, and then he furrows his brows. it can’t be you—can it? you’re not supposed to be here, you’re supposed to be enjoying the night with his best friend (although, the thought does make his blood boil, so he can’t really say he’s complaining if you’re not.)

but he’s not mistaken, and there you are, walking in clung to gojo’s arm and pressed into his side (as always) as he saunters up to geto, and there’s a slight glumness on your face that geto can’t help but notice. he offers you a gentle smile, one you just barely reciprocate, one that even as fleeting and half-hearted as it is, makes his heart pound in his chest. he lets gojo clap his shoulder in greeting as he offers a nod in response, eyes still trained on you as you stare down at your feet. 

you look perfect. 

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Iwaizumi x f!reader; cheater!Oikawa x f!reader

Word count: 6,4k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, sex, some choking, slapping and mentions of violence (reader basically asks to be hurt), daddy kink (not ddlg), scummy Oikawa being an asshole, kind of toxic Iwaizumi, uh, that’s about it? Dm me if I missed anything.

Summary: Having your heart broken by Oikawa Tooru is unexpectedly hard, but it’s even harder to let yourself fall for someone new.

Songs that inspired this: “Sparks” by Coldplay, “Song for a guilty sadist” by Crywank and “Skinny love” by Bon Iver 

Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this and always being the first to read my stories! <3

Oikawa Tooru is like the sun. His smile is as bright as a summer day, his gaze as cold as ice, but he‘s still your sun. Or he used to be. Clouds of doubt that came in the form of suspicious text messages and excuses clouded his brightness and warmth that never really cleared away. 

He‘s busy busy busy. You‘re always wasting his time, you‘re always annoying him with your silly messages, asking- no, begging for his time; which you know you won‘t get. Your eyes and heart are completely filled with Tooru, your sun.

Even his friends notice the odd behaviour of their former captain yet they mask their concerns for your wellbeing with jokes and laughs once you stop showing up to their weekly dinners. 

The storm started when you overheard the conversation you weren‘t supposed to hear. It‘s a rare occasion to be home at the same time as Tooru, even in your shared apartment, your boyfriend so kindly paid for (You offered to pay rent, but even if he would‘ve accepted your offer, a broke college student would never be able to afford it). His voice sounded slightly annoyed, the notes barely there, but from the time you spent together you could clearly tell he was having an argument. 

“I’m not fooling around. I don’t know what to do,” 

You couldn’t tell what the argument was about, but you pressed yourself against the living room wall that divided the two rooms. Eavesdropping wasn’t good, but you were worried for Tooru. He was never home, never shared his worries and now he was getting into arguments. Your anxiety was rising. What if something was going on? 

“I’m not leading her on, you don’t know what you’re talking about! The only girl you’ve ever dated left you before college started. Adult relationships are so much harder,” 

There was only silence for a moment that seemed to stretch out into infinity. 

“I’m thinking about ending things. I think… I’m almost sure I’m falling out of love with her,”

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watching nana gave me major depression and an obsession with vivienne westwood.

Healing

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Description: Leon helps you overcome depression by helping you do things you don't have energy for

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Word Count: 1.7k (short, yes but this is just something to post until my main stories ands requests are done)

Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff. Some kissing. Mentions of sex near the end wink wink ;)

A/N: My heart is gonna burst out of my chest and I'm literally the one who wrote this HJHSH.

You were roused from your dazed slumber by a sharp knock at the door. Initially, you considered ignoring it and pretending not to be home, hoping the visitor would leave. But the knocking grew louder and consistent with each passing second.

"Hey. Its Leon. I know you're in there".

You open an eye slightly, pushing yourself up a bit from the couch. Leon? The hell did he want? Wasn't he supposed to be off in Italy somewhere? Another knock rang through your apartment, this one a bit quieter though.

Leon's muffled voice reached your ears through the door. "If you don't answer, I'm just gonna assume you're dead and kick this door off its hinges."

You groan, loud enough so you know he can hear you. Getting up from the couch, you shuffle slowly towards the door. You pause as you lift your hand towards the handle. Your apartment was filthy, and your clothes hadn't been changed in at least a week.

You smelled awful. No way you could let him in.

"Im sorry Leon, I'm sick. Come back later please?" you say, knowing damn well he wasn't about to just leave. He never gives up that easy, stubborn bastard.

"I haven't seen you in like 2 weeks. Plus I found your notebook in my car. Thought you might want it back" he says plainly.

As annoying as it was, you DID want that notebook back. It had pretty important notes in it for your office job. Sucking in a deep breath, you unlock the door and open it just a bit. Leon was standing there in a somewhat tight fitting black shirt and cargo pants. He must've came straight after work.

"Can you just slide it to me through the crack?" you ask, the sun hurting your eyes. Leon didn't respond, instead taking his time surveying what little he could see of you through the slightly opened door.

"You look well rested" he chuckled. He was referring to the obvious bags under your eyes. Irritated, you start closing the door again, not even caring about the notebook at that point. You were too slow though, Leon already had his foot jammed between the door and its frame.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way." he said, eyes filling with a look of worry. "Can I please come in? Im worried about you".

The soft tone of his voice wrecked your heart. You cursed yourself as you opened the door wide enough for him to step inside. Embarrassing as it was, it was nice to see him.

"Excuse the mess..." you mutter, picking up a few stray clothes that you had lazily thrown near the door. Leon stepped inside, looking around the place that had once been spotless. Dishes piled in the sink, various ramen cups and wrappers strewn about. This definitely wasn't like you. Anxious about his silence, you sat back down on the couch.

"I know I know...its gross. Can I please have my notebook now?"

Leon shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's not gross...its just so unlike you. What happened? Are you okay?". He takes your notebook out of his pocket and passes it to you.

You hesitated before answering.

"Life's just hard Leon. You of all people should know this. Can you go now?"

He went silent, reaching up towards your knotted and messy hair. You flinched, not used to being touched in such an intimate way. He rubbed a few strands between his fingers.

"How about this. You let me comb your hair, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?" he said, giving you a small smile. You eyed him suspiciously. Why did he want to help you so bad?

"Deal."

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And thats how you ended up in the bathtub. While showing him where your hair stuff was, he had commented something about all the dandruff that was accumulating on your scalp and how water would help with detangling. You said you didn't have the energy to wash anything, and he'd offered to do it for you.

"You'd better not fucking peek" you had threatened, not really having the energy to fight him on it.

"You have my word. I swear."

He was kneeled beside the bathtub now, running shampoo through your hair while you leaned back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and with each stroke you felt yourself relaxing. Everytime you winced when he'd detangle a knot, he'd quickly ask if you were ok or if you wanted him to stop.

"Im fine, just hurry up" you said, knowing damn well that you didn't really want him to. It was the first time in weeks that you'd felt the touch of another human being. It was nice. Some time passed before he was finally finished.

"Hey, I think thats all of the tangles. Do you want help getting out?" he asked, handing you a nearby towel. You blushed, and he immediately sensed your discomfort.

"Ah-shit. I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"It's fine" you said, interrupting him. You extended your hand towards him and he helped you out of the tub with a firm grip so you didn't slip. You had to admit it was funny how hard he was trying not to stare at your naked and dripping body. You wrapped yourself in the baby blue towel, shivering slightly cause of the cold bathroom air.

"I'm gonna go to my room and get changed now. Can you wait downstairs please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, leaving the bathroom swiftly. After hearing his footsteps stop at the end of the stairwell, you make your way into your bedroom.

After getting dried off and dressed in your room, you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to see the living area is almost spotless now. Leon is sweeping some dirt in a dustpan and looks up at you.

"Oh hey. I hope you don't mind. I just figured to clean this place a bit before leaving" he says, making his way over to your trashcan. You watch silently as he dumps the dirt into the opening and sets aside the broom.

Why is he so nice? You had been ignoring him this whole time. You don’t deserve this at all. You don’t deserve even a drop of of kindness from anyone.

You feel tears forming in your eyes.

Leon notices your expression and starts making his way towards you. "I-I'm really sorry, I thought this would help yo-". You aren't even listening. You aren't sure why but you feel the desperate need to hug him so tightly and never let go.

So you do. And he gladly hugs you back. You start sobbing into his chest, tears wetting his shirt a bit. This was very unlike you. You were usually more closed off with him.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asks, wiping some of your tears with his thumb. You look up at him and nod. He takes your hand and leads you to the now clutter free couch. Laying on his chest, you start venting about your troubles to him. How you feel like you can't live another day on this shitty planet. How your sadness is consuming you, etc. He listens to all of it, not interrupting, running his fingers through your somewhat wet hair the entire time.

You feel stupid when you finish.

"I can't believe I just told you all of that"

He chuckles, reaching over to grab your hand again. "Its healthy to get that stuff out. You can't keep it inside. I definitely know what that's like" he says. You feel your face get hot, not wanting him to pull his hand away. He's so breathtaking and you feel this tight knot in your stomach every time you look at him.

"I do feel better now. Thank you so much for coming to see me. I would've just rotted in this apartment if you hadn’t come by" you express, giving him a smile. Wasn't far from the truth honestly. You had planned to cease contact with the outside world altogether.

"Don't mention it. Isn't that what friends are for?" he says. You look up at his eyes, unmoving. You both stare at each other for what feels like eternity. You reach up to grab his face, feeling a bit bold all of a sudden.

Something in his expression changes, and he swiftly leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips. You both freeze again, unsure of what the other person wants. But eventually, you both move in towards each other, gentle kisses turning into rougher, more passionate ones.

You both have to eventually stop to get some air, but it's clear Leon doesn't want to. As you catch your breath, Leon gives you gentle kisses on your neck, squeezing your hand with a tight grip.

"Please don't think I came here cause I wanted something from you" he says, face still buried in your neck. "I just needed to see you again. I got so worried when you didn't text back."

"I don't think that Leon, don't worry. I wanted to answer you. I really did. I just...couldn't" you reply, feeling that twinge of sadness in your heart. You should've answered him. Just another thing you get to beat yourself up about later. He lifts his head up, turning your face so you look at him.

"I get it. Just don't do it again. You can't run from your problems, you have people who care about you. You can always always talk to me ok?" he says, eyes glazed as if he's about to cry himself. You nod, and he leans in to give you another kiss. This time however, he stops, a smirk forming on his face.

Confused, you grit your teeth. "Something wrong?"

He shakes his head, smirk getting bigger.

"Of course not, but I was thinking. If your still feeling a bit blue, I know just the thing that'll get you feeling better."

You tilt your head, curious as to what he's up to now. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask. He pushes you on your back, positioning himself so he's towering above you, hands on each side of your head. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Its a physical activity. But don't worry if your not feeling enough energy to move around still. All you have to do is lie there and take it."

guys pls let me know if you want a part 2 cause im feeling SO fired up now

nsfw / fem!reader

surprisingly, miya atsumu knows how to not be loud; you used to think you were the quiet one in the relationship.

during movies, he’d usually lean over to tell you how he knows that actress from somewhere, a finger pointing at the screen, and the entire cinema would hear. back in college, you’d be whispering about a professor that annoyed you, and when he’d answer you, he’d speak loud enough for the whole room to know.

when he’s on the court during a game, he’d announce his team’s next strategy like it was a public service announcement. he’d laugh so proudly after too, and the pleading looks you’d get from sakusa to get your man to shut up would make him laugh even harder.

so you couldn’t believe it when you found out that miya atsumu knew how to stay quiet — well, it was really him finding out that you could be louder than him, because how could he believe it when his meek and quiet little girlfriend could moan so loud for the whole city to hear?

he’s pounding into you from behind, your hips slowly being mottled with shades of purple and yellow from the strong grip his fingers had on them, and you’re so loud; he’s already gagged you with your soiled panties and shoved your head down into the pillow, but still, you’re so fucking loud.

“be quiet for me, princess,” his voice quietly rasped, right hand squeezing your bruised hip as a warning. “don’t want the neighbors hearing how needy you are — just me, yeah? only your tsumu can hear.”

he thinks he hears a muffled yeah amongst the unintelligible babbles and groans, but he still grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back to his shoulder. his right arm wraps around your waist, pinning his chest to your back, and his left hand releases your hair to throw your panties out of your mouth before wrapping around your neck. his hips continue to piston in and out of you and he’s sure you’d collapse without his hold from how much your legs are shaking.

“you gonna stay quiet for me now?” he chuckles, right hand dipping down to play with your clit.

and as soon as you’re about to say that you can’t, your climax hits you out of nowhere. your eyes squeeze shut and tears drip down your face while your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“so good for me, baby,” he groans, watching how good you look when you cum, “so fucking good.”

but he doesn’t stop, and he continues hit that spot with every thrust, fingers unceasing in its movements.

“stay quiet for me a little more, princess? i’m not done.”