eme˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

tetsurō's wife, mika's clit

[lovedlorned]

kuroo, my beloved ── .✦

EME ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ 19 | infj & 2w1 | kuroo tetsurō’s wife

divider by @/uzmacchiato

[lovedlorned]

last day of work at my fuckass job tomorrow. how do i celebrate? get pissed drunk or get pissed sad?

[ryomenlettuce]

the biggest giant ⟡ ݁₊ fluff & sukuna x reader

sukuna was tall. you often got neck cramps because he always wanted you looking in his eyes as he talked, but you happened to break your neck every time.

it wasn't just that either. every hug you gave him had your head pressed right up to his chest. you couldn't even reach his shoulder. he would pick you up just so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

sukuna had complaints too. he would quite literally break his back every time he kissed you. he swore he was starting to look like a shrimp as time went on. you were just too tiny.

even though he broke his back at every kiss, he loved how short you were. he loved picking you up and setting you on the counter. he still had to lean down to kiss you but it wasn't as much.

he loved how easy it was to grab and pick you up. if he wanted you on his lap, all he had to do was pull you by your waist. if you were in his way, he would just pick you up and set you aside.

you hated when he did that, but he found it hilarious.

the height difference never bothered sukuna, it was just an added bonus to loving you.

he would never ever wish you grew taller. you were perfect just the way you were.

well that, and he also loved seeing the top of your head.

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[lovedlorned]

i LOOOOOOOOVE mika

[lovedlorned]

i hate mika

[yujisdreamgirl]

. ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ reader x toji fushiguro as your toxic ex you keep coming back to (smau, suggestive) read more of my works here !

a/n: no part 2 bc i read a haikyu smau and it had no pt 2 so im mad HELP || ac; thatsallitchief

[bfbkg]

PROS AND CONS : BKG (2.3k)

bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him

“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”

you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.

“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.

the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.

“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”

you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.

“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

“i love you too… and no snooping!”

[mysterystarz]

"we can't be friends anymore." you stood in something resembling disbelief while iwaizumi, your best friend and closest confidant, said something so blunt that you were stunned into silence. you watched his hands, always the teller of his emotions, fidget uselessly for a second before stilling, almost as if he knew he was being watched. his eyes, usually warm, were filled with a conviction so strong you genuinely felt fear. the summer air embraced the two of you, the wind sweeping over your cheeks in comfort. iwaizumi dropped his gaze to the floor before finally speaking again. "it's not your fault," he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "in fact, i don't want you blaming yourself at all. i know you would. you're so sweet. you'd never understand. but i can't do this anymore." "what did i do?" you asked, voice trembling ever so slightly, "i thought we were alright hajime." upon hearing his first name he winced. "look." he said, "i know you obviously don't feel the same way as i do, and i tried for months. and i know that you're too nice to tell me that you don't feel the same, and god i want your time. i want all of it. but i cannot force you to loan your heart out when you don't feel the way i do." your mouth fell open, brows contorting in shock. "what do you mean?" you whispered, hardly able to believe what you were hearing. "i don't feel the same? feel the same about what?" iwaizumi blinked in confusion. "what?" "i'm serious!" you explained, waving your hands around pathetically. "to me, it sounds like you're breaking off our friendship. and i don't want that, and i want to know what i did." iwaizumi's eyes widened before he hid his laugh behind his hand. you continued to wait for his explanation, but all you received was the beautiful chimes of his laugh filling the air between you. "do i need to spell it out?" he chuckled, looking towards the heavens like it would give him answers. "i thought i was obvious." "obvious?" you shot back. "hajime, be direct." "i like you so much it's driving me insane. i cannot pretend to be friends anymore because what i want is to take you out. and spend all my time with you. romantically. so i am asking you to have mercy on my heart and reject me." "WHAT!" you yelled, more at him than anyone else. "what makes you think i'd reject you?" "you didn't seem to like me so..." "i've been after you for months," you groaned, "why else would i search up that tofu recipe you like. and come to your volleyball games, and help you study anatomy with that dumb skeleton in your room. i like you. a lot. i just wanted your company more than anything else. i thought you didn't like me." with that, iwaizumi grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "disgusting. if tooru was watching this, he'd never let us live that down." you giggled, reaching over to grab one of his hands. "let's go on a date." you smile. "you can tell me all about this little crush of yours." he sighed, lacing his fingers between your own and heading off towards the nearest ice cream shop. the evening sun set behind you, the watercolor sky painting the end of a miscommunication and the first of many dates.

[f-tality0]

Choso kisses

[showhay]

school festival with your petty rival, osamu

miya osamu x reader ; fluff

the inarizaki school festival is a loud, chaotic mess of cheap speakers and the smell of frying oil. you’re currently running the class cotton candy stall, your arms sticky with blue sugar dye, when osamu leans his elbows heavily on the wooden counter. he’s wearing his uniform trousers and a black apron, a toothpick stuck between his teeth.

​“your spin technique is terrible,” he states plainly, watching you struggle with a lumpy, lopsided blue cloud on a stick. “you’re letting too much air into the chamber. it looks like a dead bird.”

​“if you’re just here to criticize my margins, miya, you can leave,” you huff, wiping your forehead with the back of your wrist. “i don’t see you helping.”

he unhooks his elbows from the counter, walks right around the partition, and steps into the cramped two-foot space behind the machine with you. he is significantly wider than you, his chest brushing against your shoulder blades as he leans over your back to grab the wooden stick directly from your hands.

​his large, calloused fingers completely overlap yours on the wood, his palms hot and slightly rough against your knuckles. he doesn’t pull away; he just keeps his hands locked over yours, guiding your wrists in a slow, perfectly even circular motion through the sugar threads.

​“watch the wrist angle,” he murmurs right next to your ear, his raspy voice dropping below the hum of the machine. he looks completely focused on the candy, his jaw set in that stubborn scowl he gets when he’s counting rice grains, but his neck—right above his collar—has turned a dark, sudden crimson. “you gotta catch it before it burns on the heating element. like this.”

​“oh,” you whisper, your heart doing a violent, stupid flip against your ribs because his chest is pressing hard against your back with every turn. “thanks.”

​“dont worry about it,” he grunts, his grip on your fingers tightening just a fraction as the cotton candy perfectly rounds out into a massive, flawless blue orb. he doesn’t let go of your hands even after the machine stops spinning. “but since i saved your inventory, you’re giving me half of this one. and you’re walking with me to the gym after your shift so i can make sure you don’t drop the cash box.”

n: i.. don’t remember who asked for this aha ;3

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

iloveu

[soulchol]

HQ CHARS AS UR GUY BEST FRIEND

SYNOPSIS texts between u and ur guy best friend ft. atsumu, oikawa, suna, osamu, kags

atsumu miya

oikawa toru

suna rintarou

osamu miya

kageyama tobio

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[f9lix]

JOBLESS MONDAY

jva!kuroo x reader

IN WHICH — the only thing thats stopping you from quitting your job at the JVA is your sexy boss, kuroo

EXTRA — crack, fluff, 4 years age gap, burned out reader, based on this request

A/N — this one is dedicated to all my employed friends, especially eme (@lovedlorned) who’ll finally quit on july 12th, lets all give her a round of applause 🤞🥳🥳‼️

cameos: navi (@milkbread11); astra (@karnevil); maddy (@cowboylo)

(yes, the title is a mitski song. i thought it was funny)

more works here ♡

[lovedlorned]

when shit is dedicated to me i just die.

[lovedlorned]

new theme. woah red woah orange woah colours

[lovedlorned]

LMAAOAOAOAOAOAOAO

this is gonna be someone’s first impression of me

[lovedlorned]

NOBODY CAN TAKE MY PLACE. I LOVE ANIMALS.

@synd1caate

[lovedlorned]

EME

i miss you

IYA. I MISS U MORE

[qardenofeden]

it’s 2:53 AM and your head is spinning from all the alcohol in your system. you never thought you’d say this but maybe chugging down absolut vodka wasn’t a good idea.

now, you’re at God knows where with God knows who, puking your guts out at a random club’s very public restroom. some girls stare—concern or mockery, who knows? you certainly couldn’t care less—some shake their heads, and some simply ignore you.

“isn’t there anyone who you can call, sweetheart?” asks the girl holding up your hair. you don’t know her. couldn’t pick her out in a room full of girls if you tried. still, she does feel Godsent right about now.

you take a breath and gulp before shaking your head gently. pulling back, you wipe your lips with your arm before sitting up straight.

“my life is falling apart. why do you think i’m here?” you answer with a scoff.

there was approximately 4 seconds before you started puking again.

the girl sighs and fishes your phone out of your purse with her left hand, her right still holding up your hair.

“what’s your password?” she asks, to which you glare at her for. she simply rolls her eyes before unlocking it with your face ID and calling the first person on your speed dial. you attempt to take your phone back, having seen her pull up suna rintarou’s contact on your phone, but unfortunately, your control over your limbs quickly become limited as you start throwing up again at the thought of him.

you wish you could say something to her. ask her to drop the call, or better yet, to just block his number altogether. but the cold air of the bathroom club envelopes you in a strangely unfamiliar yet not exactly unwelcome manner, and the toilet starts to feel like the knees of the man you loved so much. there’s too much going on, between whatever potion is brewing up in your stomach and the voices of the girls in the bathroom, you breathe heavily before spilling more of your guts out.

the next moments are nothing but a blurry haze of memories as rintarou helps you stumble into his car, nodding thanks to the mysterious girl as he closes the door of his passenger seat.

you take a few minutes to sober up—as sober as you can after all those drinks, anyway—and break the cruel silence by sniffing. you turn your head, pretending to be looking out the road, arms crossed as you try to avoid his gaze.

but rintarou knows you all too well. well enough to recognize that pattern of yours where you try to shrink yourself physically. he sometimes wonders if you’re aware of your habit, or if it’s a subconscious thing caused by discomfort.

he purses his lips together, eyes flickering from the road to you, then back again. he gulps before clearing his throat.

“it’s been a while, you know…” he says, holding his breath.

you sigh before nodding, heart too heavy to even spare him a glance. “…yeah,” your voice is meek as it comes, pain evident in your tone.

rintarou would be lying if he said his heart didn’t break a little at your dry response. he focuses on the road, knuckles gripping the wheel ever so slightly. there’s a pause before he speaks hesitantly, his tone gentle and soft, like he’s afraid speaking too loud will break you. “we haven’t caught up in a while,” he says. “i missed you.”

your lower lip trembles, though he can’t see it. “i’ve been… busy,” you reason.

“yeah… me too… i guess.”

the silence is deafening, and rintarou decides not to push it further. out of the corner of your eye, you see his right hand mess around the dashboard. music fills the air as ariana grande starts singing.

i’d like to say we gave it a try, and i’d like to blame it all on life…

you don’t know if it was intentional, but regardless, anger boils up inside you. he breaks your heart and still finds the audacity to play this song?! you scoff, shaking your head.

maybe we just weren’t right, but that’s a lie.

shut the fuck up, ariana, you think to yourself as rintarou makes a turn. you take a deep breath for the nth time tonight to calm yourself down. God give me patience because if You give me strength, i don’t know what i’ll do.

almost, almost is never enough. so close to being in love.

you’ve loved rintarou for as long as you can remember. your friendship with him was irreplaceable, and whether or not your feelings for him were entirely romantic or your judgment was simply just clouded by nostalgia, you could say with full confidence that you loved him. one way or another, you loved suna rintarou.

which is why it hurt so bad when he turned you down after your confession a week ago.

“i… i’m sort of… seeing someone,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he sighs. you two are behind the gym near the edge of the campus field as a band of students play their hearts out during your college fair’s battle of the bands. “don’t get me wrong, you’re great and all, but…” his voice trails, unable to find the words to speak.

“no, it’s okay,” you chuckle awkwardly, shaking your head. you look around, not knowing what to do.

“i hope this doesn’t jeopardize our friendship. i really, um…” he trails again before collecting himself. “if it were, uh… under different circumstances…” he swings his foot back and forth as he rests both hands on his back pockets. “i actually liked you a few years back, so…”

if i would have known that you wanted me the way i wanted you…

how, after all these years, could he not pick you? why couldn’t he have found a reason to pursue you? or to stay contented? or wait for you, or even hint—

your thoughtd are cut quickly as rintarou stops in front of your house. he kills the engine and gulps, heart beating erratically as he works up the courage mentally. he opens his mouth to speak, but when he looks up at you, you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt and leaving the car in a state of apprehension.

then maybe we wouldn’t be two worlds apart, but right here in each other’s arms.

and now you’re at home, on your knees as you desperately try not to cry while taking off your shoes. and rintarou’s in his car, unable to start the engine back up knowing how much he’d hurt you. not that he ever meant to, of course. some things just… don’t work out.

couldn’t even look at me the entire ride home, he thinks, banging his head against the wheel.

we almost knew what love was.