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The weekend — insert drabble

He knew that he had a girlfriend.

So why did he want you? Why did he act like this with you if he had a girlfriend?

Being with him felt careless. You knew it was selfish, The repetitiveness of falling in love over and over again just to remember he has a girlfriend and distance yourself once again.

You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried to: from wondering if he was thinking about you or if he was out with her. But you don’t care, right? It’s not like you’re his or anything.

But you really couldn’t help but feel jealousy towards her.

She had his heart and all you got from him were weekend “hangouts” where he would lovebomb you and make you feel special, only to leave you hours later and remind you of the fact that you were just a side. A weekend arrangement for his boredom and pleasure and nothing more.

But you wanted more.

What kind of arrangement is two days? You needed more, you craved it.

You knew it was selfish, but you wanted to break them up so bad.

You wanted something to happen, anything.

But at the end of the day, you were nothing but a weekend arrangement.

You would never get the chance to show him what he was missing on weekdays, your sole purpose was to keep him satisfied through the weekend.

Eren Yeager, Satoru Gojo, Itoshi Sae, sasuke uchiha, Ajax (childe), Toji Fushiguro, or anyone you want!!

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Guys this is a filler draft i wrote MONTHS ago inspired by the weekend by sza i know its bad💔💔

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○˚𑄽𑄺˖° SUMMARY: katsuki bakugou lost the love of his life to his best friend, and now he’s left with nothing but regret and guilt.

⋆˚✿˖° NOTES: katsuki bakugou x reader angst no comfort emotional cheating kinda toxic!ejirou? mentions of death mentions of sex unrequited love not proofread

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the day katsuki knew he was fucked for life, was the day he met you.

it was one of those saturday evenings that felt like a rerun. he sat in some high end restaurant, his friends were a little too loud, dressed a little too sharp, chasing something. ejirou had roped him into another group dinner, talking about “unwinding” and “treating themselves” like they didn’t already live ridiculous lives. truthfully, katsuki didn’t mind— he liked the food. he stayed quiet and let the others do the performing.

the place was extremely packed. kids screaming two tables down, waiters dancing around each other, couples pretending the silence between them wasn’t heavy.

katsuki swallows hard, his eyes that were flicking across the room landing on you, meeting yours. your lips were parted, eyes a little narrow— he assumes you’ve had a drink or two. he can tell by the way you’re so shamelessly eye fucking him, unless maybe that’s just how you are.

you giggle as he meets your gaze, fingers doing a dangly little wave like you’d been waiting. you’re pretty, and he wonders what the hell you’re doing all by yourself at a place like this all alone. and maybe he was stupid, but his heart did this weird skip and he smiled. a real smile, not the "yeah, hey, dont look at me" tight lipped smile he usually had on.

you grin at his smile as you mouth “cmere!” and make a little motion with your hand.

he blinks, looking down at his food before murmuring a small, “be right back” to his friends, not that any of them heard, too busy laughing and clinking glasses.

he exhales, standing up from his seat and making his way over behind the seat opposite yours.

“hi!” you chirp, like you’ve known him forever, looking up at him with a not-so-there look. his eyes flick to the empty glass in front of you. he grins.

and that was the start of a insanely stupid situationship.

he sat with you longer than he meant to, entertained and genuinely interested in you, even if you were a bit tipsy.

you were funny. like, actually funny. smart, gorgeous, a little sassy in a way he liked. your legs were insane in that dress. you had a great taste in food and you smelled like summer and cashmere.

and so when you mentioned hanging out with him, it would have been dumb to deny.

you just clicked. that night you went to his place, talked until sunrise. he didn’t plan on fucking you, he actually didn’t even think about it. your presence was enough to satisfy him.

you laid across his couch like you’d been there a million times before. he sat on the floor like some idiot teenager, watching the way you gestured with your hands.

that night was arguably one of the best in his life, and he never regretted it. never.

it was clear you were both into each other, and he actually thought he might have had a shot at love. he may actually have something worth exploring.

and then you told him you had a guy you were dealing with.

“damn.” he muttered. a bit unexpected, but whatever, the least he could do was respect it.

it got worse when you started talking about him. it was his own friend. ejirou.

and if he was honest, he really wanted you to drop him. katsuki’s not an asshole— he has morals, lines he’d never cross. he tried to keep it together, but he’d never felt that way before. he was never so entranced with somebody. and suddenly, all of his good intentions were gone.

weeks went by. he played it cool, even if you were both aware of the something between you two.

you kept calling, and he kept answering. like.. late night facetimes, “you up?” texts that were never just about sleep. you started deleting your messages, told him to do the same. just in case. you didn’t wanna start drama, didn’t wanna hurt kiri.

and that was fine with him.

neither of you wanted your man to know you were creeping behind his back, even though you never crossed the line and kept it clean. but it was a still a mess.

and ejirou, being the sweet guy he is, invited you to go to a movie with him and some of the guys one night.

but he’s not stupid.

every time you laughed at katsuki, you were subtly pushing his buttons without even realizing. katsuki picked up the way ejirou stopped talking mid sentence when you looked at him instead. and truth is, katsuki didn’t even really care. if he messed up their friendship for you, it would be worth it. not that kiri deserved it, he was the greatest friend a guy could have, truthfully.

you disappeared for a while after that.

he guessed ejirou didn’t want you around him anymore, to put distance between you two. and katsuki felt guilty— not as much as he should. he mostly felt jealous.

he’s never been jealous before, not for a girl at least. he thought that shit was too high school, but there he was. he even spilled to denki about it one night. he just nudged his shoulder and hit him with that stupid “bros over hoes” thing.

katsuki didn’t want much, still doesn’t. he has multiple cars and houses, a great life. you were the only thing missing.

ejirou left for a mission for a few days. you were planning to go see your best friend during that time he was gone, but ended up spending a week at katsuki’s.

seven days. seven perfect, painful days.

you baked cookies barefoot in his kitchen, played tennis with his mom like you belonged there, beat him at chess in the park, got pedicures, bought matching designer sunglasses, night swims.

it was sickening and it was beautiful. he had enough.

“say the word, it’s yours. everything i got.” he told you. you looked at him like you believed it, like you wanted to say yes, but you didn’t. started talking about loyalty and doing the right thing or whatever.

so he took some actress out on a date, just to feel something. you waited in the car the whole time.

he hated every minute of it. the entire time he was with her, he couldn’t wait to leave. to tell you the joke she didn’t get, to hear what playlist you made while he was gone, to just talk. about anything.

and you did.

you told him a lot.

“when i’m with you, it’s like heroin.”

“my confidence went up since we became friends.”

“i don’t wanna hurt him..”

“this is an awkward situation, right? i just wanna be through with it.”

“every time i’m not with him, it starts problems, suki.”

“anytime i’m not with you, i always wonder what you’re doing. what music you’re been finding, what sweater you’re wearing.”

and still, somehow, you didn’t cross the line. not officially, at least. the guilt was real. poor sweet ejirou had every right to be pissed.

the arguing between you and him never stopped. the more time passed, the worse it got, and not even just because of katsuki— just because it wasn’t working.

what's crazy, is that ejirou never even really wanted you that much. he was just kind. the more he saw you smile with katsuki, the more he realized he couldn’t compete.

the worst night of katsuki's life was when you cried so hard on his shirt it felt like standing under a shower head. sobbing with makeup smearing on his polo. you called everything off. he doesn’t wanna think about the details, but that night, he saw hell.

he told you he loved you.

and he said if kiri ever laid a hand on you, he’d get him killed, even if it seemed like extremely long reach. but the way you and him argued, that was enough. to just let you know that he was there, always.

he still doesn’t regret it.

not even now when you’re gone. not now when ejirou's gone. he couldn't have been with you, even if every inch of his body continues to yearn for you.

katsuki lets out a huff of air. he's too old for this shit.

he sits on a rocking chair on the balcony of one his homes, his eyes faded and weak as he stares at the city below him with a bitter glare, thinking of you. what could’ve been if he’d done something different.

the wind moves slow tonight, brushing at the strands of gray from his thinning hair, rattling the ice in the untouched glass beside him. you had a whole life. a whole world without him in it. and he knows nothing about it. he’ll never know if you ever loved someone else the way you loved him, if you ever had a family or a house or a quiet corner somewhere where you remembered him.

hell, he doesn’t even know if you ever really let him in.

the ache is old now, relived too many times. he’s been holding onto it for so long, it’s practically all he thinks of. he’s got everything. everything he ever wanted. all the success, all the money, all the things. he chair creaks beneath him. he’s got everything. everything but you.

katsuki taglist: @jealousmartini @delaythings @misticsilver @enchantexoxo

[kkitteny]

I can’t keep my panties from dropping!

—i.sae x nanny!reader

Your job description was simple.

Get Aimi ready for school, drop her off, come back, make food, pick her up, and entertain her until she fell asleep.

Despite the simplicity of your daily routine, you couldn’t help but be distracted by the girl’s father.

The constant stares, the lingering touches. The sugarcoated flirting.

You knew it was unprofessional— extremely. You shouldn’t look at your boss this way. Not when your job is to care for his daughter.

You could ignore your feelings and try to focus on your job, right?

Incorrect.

You were two pink-whitney shots down a past of destruction at a party one of your friends invited you to. You knew (thought) that a quick fuck and a couple drinks could take your handsome employer off your mind, so you continued downing shot after shot like water in order to follow through with the game plan you crafter while half tipsy.

But two turned to three, then four, then five and your friend couldn’t stand watching you hug walls in order to walk straight and giggle every time you tripped— which led you to your current sticky situation.

Sae stood across the kitchen island, arms crossed as he watched you drink water.

It had been an hour since your friend called him to take you home and you shrunk in your seat, embarrassed as he glared at you in disappointment.

“You usually never drink.” Not a question. Just a statement. His tone remained flat and terrifying, making you want to crawl into a hole.

You made eye contact with him and immediately looked away, a pout forming on your face. “Sorry.”

“Why’d you go out?” He asked, walking around the counter to stand by you. He practically towered over you, awaiting your answer as his arms crossed. You didn’t respond, holding eye contact with him.

He leaned down to meet your face, holding a dangerous amount of distance. “Hm?”

“Don’t do that.” You stated. Breaking eye contact and turning your head.

“Do what?”

“You do this all the time. You flirt with me and make me feel guilty because you’re my boss and i know I can’t have you.” You ranted, granting the alcohol freedom of speech.

“Is that why you went to that party?” He asked, cocking his head with a smirk. “Thought getting fucked would make you forget about me?”

You shrunk in your seat further as he leaned even closer, sliding past your face and heading for your ear.

“None of those lames could fuck you better than i can.” He whispered, fumbling with the hem of your lacy tube tob.

“Stop. You’re my boss.” You demanded as he began leaving a trail of kisses down from your ear to your collarbone.

“It’s 1 am and Aimi’s. You’re not working right now, don’t you think we can get away with being a little unprofessional?” He questioned, pulling the top of your tube top down a little bit to place a kiss in between your breasts.

Fuck it— you were too drunk to argue with your hot boss.

Your lips connected with his as your kisses changed from passionate to aggressive in seconds. He didn’t dare to let his face leave yours, wrapping your legs around his waist and picking you up, gently setting you down on the couch.

He didn’t bother with teasing you— He’s wanted you for fucking months, and he couldn’t wait another second to be inside you.

He circled your entrance with his tip for a couple of seconds, admiring your perfect cunt before he finally entered, starting with slow thrusts and eventually getting rougher.

“Do you know how long i’ve waited for this?” He groaned mid thrust, gripping your thighs and earning a moan from you. “You feel so good.”

His pace picked up before he came and he was practically seeing stars. You looked so perfect all whiny and desperate under him, it felt like a dream.

He finally reached, pulling his cock out to come all over your stomach and slowly pumping while rubbing your clit in circles until you came.

He brought his hands to your face, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We should probably go to sleep. You’re still cooking breakfast, right?”

Can you guys tell i cant write smut💔

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[kkitteny]

WILLSHIRE ; nerd!gojo x reader

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Gojo remembers the eventful evening he first laid eyes on you as if it happened an hour ago.

Neither of you were one for parties. You hated the environment and everyone who went to those while Satoru felt like a sheep in a den of lions. He much rather preferred studying quantum physics and arguing in video game forums for hours on end anyways, he couldn’t dream of trying to fit into that lifestyle.

It was a Saturday night and the two of you were at a frat party you clearly didn’t want to go to. He had been forced by his pushy friend Shoko who could almost cry seeing one of her best friends who’s never been laid before fall deeper into his geeky hole of doom while your annoying roomate promised she’d stop littering her bras if you stopped being an overworking shut in and enjoyed at least one night out before you eventually died of boredom.

You clung to the corner of the living room in the frat house in your tight miniskirt and sparkly tube top like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, holding a fruit punch and daydreaming about your notes for the upcoming criminology test you lad later that week while Gojo sat on the couch awkwardly in his digimon shirt, attempting to drink the most likely poisonous mixture of alcoholic drinks shoko gave him.

The second he laid eyes on you he swore he found the reason for his existence. You locked eyes with him seconds later, spending several minutes eye fucking across the room as if the purple lights and blaring music didn’t exist. After a couple seconds of internal panicking you finally gained the courage to talk to him, gently sliding yourself onto the couch next to him as the two of you talked about anime and your dislike for parties.

Within ten minutes the two of you clicked, cracking jokes and flirting as if you’d known each other for ages. He knew he had to ask you out before some other man much cooler than he was could scoop you up. He knew he was interested— it would be dumb if he let his shyness miss out from your perfect legs, nice figure, beautiful hair, sense of humor, and absolutely gorgeous face.

You knew you were meant for eachother, walking around the front yard in the dark of the night giggling like sneaky teenagers while cracking jokes left and right— he was so in love he didn’t even think about sex once (even though it was kind of the entire reason shoko forced him to go out), you and your personality were everything to him.

You and him made sense.

One thing lead to another and you were in his dorm room, surrounded by anime and science posters as you guys watched a movie.

It was around 4 am ish and you sat comfortably under his arm as the two of you continued your hours long conversation. You changed into one of his shirts (a digimon shirt that went halfway past your thighs) and your purse and phone were long abandoned somewhere in the room as you discussed your lives.

He was enamored— he felt like he could see his whole future next to him and he had to do something. He couldn’t let this go. He couldn’t risk losing this absolute gem that clicked with him like a lego peice.

“I know that we’ve known each other for a couple hours but i really think i like you.” He blurted out while you were mid sentence discussing your upcoming assignment.

You paused, pursing your lips as you shifted uncomfortably. “I like you, like a lot. But i’m kind of in the middle of a confusing situation right now.”

Well he never saw that coming.

“I’ve been thinking about breaking up with Geto for a while now; He’s been really distant lately but i’m not sure what i really want to do.”

Well damn.

Geto had been dodging Gojo’s texts for a while now, so finding out that he was in a relationship was a bit unexpected.

“—But we can still hang out like this.” You smiled, nudging your head deeper into his chest.

As much as he wished he could, be couldn’t protest. You were almost too good to be true and he found himself texting you ‘my place at 7:00?’ Almost daily against his will.

He swore this isn’t him. He’s a good person and wouldn’t ever try to do such a thing to one of his own friends. He has morals and respects boundaries; but you were an exception. You alone made him drop his good nature in an instant. He only fell deeper into his hole of regrettable actions, hanging out with you nearly every day.

He often found himself praying on your breakup so that he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty about pursuing his best friends girl.

But Geto barely talks to him anymore. That makes it less of a big deal, right? I mean— they’re barely even friends and haven’t spoken in about a month. In all honesty, he’d rather be able to take you on dates and buy you new romance manga than text Geto once a month and maybe run fortnite duos.

Gojo was deeply in love.

And he was fucked.

You guys were together almost every single day, FaceTiming on days that you weren’t while you completed miscellaneous tasks and flirted nonstop, even falling asleep while on the phone. It literally felt like you were dating.

You couldn’t even save his number, constantly deleting your messages to hide your blooming “friendship” from your boyfriend. Gojo would have to constantly remind you to delete full on discussions to prevent Geto from thinking the twi of you were doing things behind his back.

You once even asked Geto to bring a friend when he invited you out to an amusement park as an excuse to hang out with Gojo, practically abandoning your boyfriend while the two of you walked off giggling and sharing food.

Your conversation flowed so smoothly and easily that Geto could almost smell the chemistry between you two. Of course when he brought it up the two of you only laughed it off, and told him it was nothing making him even more jealous.

Of course none of this was intentional— but gosh, Gojo felt like he finally found what he’d longed for. In fact, he (unintentionally) began having thoughts that if he ruined the friendship it wouldn’t be a necessarily bad thing.

No— he can’t do that. You were Geto’s first. He had integrity for that. You and him had history, while Gojo was just the new man.

For the first time in a while, Geto actually tried ro be an active boyfriend.

This also meant that for the first time in a while you went days without seeing Gojo, which soon turned into weeks.

This only made his stomach churn.

He knew that you and Geto argued about him.

He knew this was wrong— no, he knew HE was wrong. He felt guilty, but not really. He was very aware of where he went wrong and where he should’ve set boundaries but of course, he let his emotions overtake his judgement.

Your absence put a genuine dent in Gojo’s life. It was pretty obvious that Geto wanted you away from him and he almost felt sick, knowing that you were with your punk ass boyfriend and not in his dorm.

He was content with life and didn’t really aspire much. There wasn’t anything he really wanted in life and he didn’t feel like he was missing anything— Except you.

When his phone flashed a notification he quickly snatched it and checked the notification. It was a habit he picked up so he could read your messages before you unsent them to keep your boyfriend from suspecting anything.

‘He’s going out of town for a week for an internship.’

He practically jumped for joy seeing your message.

He immediately cancelled all his hangouts for that week (not that he had many) and called you to invite you over. You arrived almost instantly, jumping on top of him to engulf him in a massive hug before settling on his bed.

“Where should we go?” You grinned, throwing yourself on his duvet.

“We can go to the beach— or an arcade?” He suggested. He could go almost anywhere with you. He would die with you right there if you asked him to— anything, as long as you were together.

As long as you were with him he’d be content.

The whole week you spent together felt like a romcom movie that he wished could never end. He nearly lost his shit when you couldn’t sleep over anymore because Geto finally came back. He couldn’t stand being away from you, practically begging you to lie to your boyfriend so he could see you again.

Eventually, you told Geto you were spending three days at your mom’s house. But three turned to five, and soon seven, prompting strings of angry phone calls from your boyfriend asking where the fuck you were at. You definitely weren’t at your mom’s, considering your terrible relationship and constant arguing, and you were definitely not anywhere he would approve of you being.

But you could care less, you were practically in heaven. You stayed with Gojo at his parents house baking, watching movies, doing beach trips and manicures and night swims and shopping until his wallet was begging to be put down.

In the end, you couldn’t do it. You hated the guilty feeling every time Satoru made you smile or when he hugged you so tight the entire world dissapeared around you two.

After another shopping trip, you sat in his car while the two of you shared a bag of candy. You couldn’t even look him in the eye at that point, staring into the dark of night as you chewed.

“Satoru, i’m sorry.” You mumbled, a tear dropping as you set the bag down.

“For what?” He giggled. “If you want the rest you can have it.”

“No, it’s not that— i just can’t do this anymore.”

His smile immediately dropped as he turned to you, placing his hand over yours.

“I can’t commit to ‘us’. I’m still with him.”

You couldn’t fully dedicate yourself to Gojo because you were with HIM.

Then why the fuck when you hang out it’s like he doesn’t exist?

“We can stay friends. It’s what we’ve been doing, right?” He asked in an almost pleading tone.

“We both know it’s more than that, Satoru.” You breathed, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re addictive, I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stand being away from you. When i’m with Suguru all i can think about is what you’re doing or eating or wearing and it’s too much.”

You pulled your hand away from his, wiping your eyes. “I’m so attached to you that i literally had you wait in my car while i went to dinner with him. The whole time i ate all i could think about is topics to talk about with you.”

“If you don’t want to hurt him then why are we doing this? Why did you answer all my calls and text messages and come over?” Gojo mumbled, now refusing to look at you.

“Please, Satoru.” You finally glanced at him. “We got into an argument and i told him how i felt about you. He doesn’t even look at me anymore. I don’t like this situation i just want to be done with this.

He simply nodded, starting the car and driving you back to his parents house, breaking the dead silence of the car with sniffles and coughs.

And just like that, you were done.

He couldn’t sleep a wink that night, he could only cry. He felt like he got promised the sky and was shoved into the sea.

He should’ve backed off when you said you were Suguru’s. He knew all of this was wrong and he let himself overstep so many boundaries that he would’ve never even dared crossing in the past.

No— fuck that, you were an absolute gem. The connection you had was something he’d never be able to find in a million years, this wasn’t his fault, right?

After all, the phone works two ways. YOU knew what you were doing.

You did all the sneaking around. You flirted with him when you first met like it was second nature. You don’t do shit like that when you’re in a relationship. And you knew you had a boyfriend and you continued. You weren’t innocent. Whenever he left you went straight to Gojo’s. You even met his parents and they loved you. You acted like your current relationship didn’t even exist.

No— Suguru didn’t even claim you to begin with. He never told gojo, and gojo was one of his best friends. He didn’t care about you until he saw gojo make you smile, he nearly lost his shit.

No, Satoru was in the wrong.

He spent the whole night lying awake, tears pricking in his eyes as he accepted his defeat, preparing the awkwardly silent drive home in the morning.

He hated this, he hated what you did.

And what’s worse, he couldn’t even look at you and think about bad words.

He knew he was a bad person. He didn’t mean to cause all this— it just happened. It was like all of his morals were powerless once you came into his life. You were just so endearing.

You were just too far out of reach.

This is such an old ao3 draft i wanted to publish the writing is terrible guys im sorry

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