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"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

Read Part One Here.

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“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door.

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me. I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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ariiluvsyou · 1 year

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holy shit...holy shit

I HAVE NO FUCKING WORDS THIS IS AMAZING!! ttthis deserves so much more love then its getting please check this out. This is so hot and sweet and UGHHHH I wanna eat this fic. Thank you like this is a prime example of why i use tumblr for amazing fics like this

Todobaku w/ Bunny!reader

Minors do not interact 18+ (no age -> blocked)

Word count: 9k

This was supposed to be short, I swear, but enjoy…

Synopsis: Todoroki and Bakugo would be so good with a Bunny girl

Warnings: SMUT, FLUFF, hybrid!au, female reader, injury at the beginning (non-descriptive), polyamory, threesome, m x m first, no defined sexual roles, overstimulation, size kink, nesting, pillow princess reader, mentions of but no explicit abuse, Bunny used as name, nicknames; (bunny, baby,) If I miss any let me know.

A/N: By pressing read more you agree to seeing mature content and the content mentioned in the warnings. Your media consumption is your own. And once again, only 18+!

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Thinking about being Bakugo and Shouto’s bunny girl…

Bakugo and Todoroki deciding to share an apartment when they first become pro-heros. Both working at the same agency and having similar schedules. They have a good split on chores, Bakugo cooks, Shouto does the dishes. Shouto vacuums and Bakugo cleans surfaces. Bakugo knows he doesn’t keep his thoughts to himself and Shouto won’t hold it against him.Balance. They’ve grown close enough to develop a kind of sixth sense. When Shouto has a bad day or when Bakugo can’t keep the anger from making him shake. They have Friday takeout nights. They share their goals over evening drinks and stay close when they go out with friends. Their lives were good. A nice routine and a harmonious balance that never wavers.

Until you come along.

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ariiluvsyou · 1 year

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Pumpkin Patch with the Pups

Characters: Werewolf! Bakugou x reader and their litter of puppies

Content: in which Katsuki and his wife take their litter of puppies to the pumpkin patch for their first Halloween

Genre: pure fluff, PAPA KATSUKI WITH HIS LITTER OF PUPPIES IM GONNA COMBUST (for some reason I conjured this up whilst I was watching the movie Madeline)

“Alright you bunch of brats, let’s pick the best damn pumpkin there is!” Katsuki grinned at his litter of 4 small puppies. Two of the littlest runts were held closely in his arm, carefully positioned to avoid hurting their little tails. He could feel each tail wagging furiously against his toned tummy.

The older two puppies were holding your hand, tails wagging in unison. The labyrinth of smells was overwhelming with them; the silky flesh of the pumpkins, the dampened mud under their feet and small rodents in the area.

Your pups had just celebrated their first birthday, and Katsuki was desperate for them to celebrate their first Halloween as a pack (although he’d never admit it to your face), instead sighing and rolling his eyes when you told him of the human tradition of making a jack-o-lantern. You thought he’d forgotten, but when he told you to make sure to bring a massive mining cart filled with straw and blankets that he stole from the local village you couldn’t stop smiling. Now, each small puppy was fumbling about the pumpkin patch, yipping and tripping over themselves.

You stood back as you watched the puppies play together, jumping out from the largest pumpkins and pouncing on their siblings with joyful vigour. It was such a beautiful sight to see, the grin on your face never leaving.

“What’s gotten you smiling like a dope?” Katsuki crept behind you and rested his arm around your waist, kissing your temple as you pressed yourself into him comfortably. You hummed in response as you started swaying together with him.

“I’m so happy that you decided to do this. I mean, just look at our puppies having so much fun! They’re loving every minute of this thanks to their papa,” you smiled as you nuzzled into his neck. Katsuki stared at you for a minute before he tried fighting his own smile from entering his face. Squeals of “papa! Mama! Look at THIS one!” sounded like music to his pointy ears as your children fought over whose pumpkin was the best.

“Yeah well, I know how much you loved this dumb holiday when you lived with the people from your village, and I know that we would all probably be hunted down if we tried to move back there. I know that you would never tell me to my face how much you miss that stupid village, but I’m not a dumbass. So, here’s some semblance to your old life I suppose,” Katsuki looked away with a tinge of pink on his porcelain face.

Your heart fluttered at his declaration. It was true, after you were found taking care of Katsuki when he was nearly killed by hunters they assumed the worst (which was your best) and chased you out of the village. Two years of courting and another year for your marriage, you finally gave birth to your babies. It was by no means an easy pregnancy, the babies kicking you with all of their might and the fact you had to push out FOUR BABIES had you screaming at Katsuki when it came time to give birth.

(He was so proud of you for carrying his puppies, he thought you handled the pregnancy beautifully, so he didn’t mind you squeezing the shit out of his hand as you curse him for the worst pain of your entire life, simply wiping your forehead with a damp cloth with the dopiest look on his face.)

“I love you so much, thank you my love,” you murmured into his fluffy ears. Katsuki let out a pleased chuff as he nosed your hair and kissed your cheek. All four of your babies tumbled forwards towards you and each took a hand, squealing cacophonies of “mama, papa! Help us pick” as you were dragged further into the pumpkin patch.

You and Katsuki couldn’t help the laughs that left you. They definitely got their strength from their papa wolf.

“Alright, alright! What’s the damn matter you little brats?,” Katsuki growled harmlessly at his babies. None of the puppies cared; they knew their daddy was whipped for each of them. They pulled both of you down, choking out an ‘oof’ from the both of you and left you to get settled on the large roots of the pumpkins.

“Daddy! Help, help!” Your eldest of the pups continued pulling Katsuki forward to the biggest pumpkin there was, easily the height and a half of one of your pups.

Katsuki’s eyes widened at the size of the pumpkin before a proud grin took over his features.

“Damn right you’d find the best pumpkin! My pups are the best, just like their alpha wolf!” Katsuki felt giddy with pride looking at his children.

You smiled watching the scene unfold; Katsuki struggling to lift the pumpkin as your babies raced between his legs, play fighting with each other and tugging playfully on each other’s ears in their excitement.

Katsuki finally managed to lift the gargantuan pumpkin into the cart as the puppies each began yawning and rubbing their eyes sleepily. Your husband picked each puppy up one by one and rubbed his head against theirs before passing them to you to give them their goodnight kisses.

Your eldest puppy whined when Katsuki picked him up, insisting with little growls that he wasn’t sleepy.

“Mama, I’m not sleepy yet! I’m a big wolf, I wanna see the full moon!” Your baby whined as you settled him against your chest.

“I know puppy, but you had a very busy day today! Don’t forget you went hunting with your daddy and protected your brother and sisters from that very mean butterfly that wouldn’t leave them alone,” you cooed as you bounced him gently on your hip. Your puppy’s whining continued as you stroked the soft down of his floppy ear.

“I’ll tell you what my brave little wolf. If you can sleep in the cart with your siblings and protect the pumpkin, I’ll wake you up when your daddy and I are ready to see the full moon,” you made an ultimatum with your eldest. He contemplated it for a bit before snuggling into you with a happy chuff.

“Okay mama”.

Katsuki took him from you as he nestled him with his siblings in the cart. Claws that were designed to kill gently pushed away the hair from his children’s faces. He would never in a million years think he would ever get this opportunity after his own pack abandoned him, and now he has the most perfect pack in the world.

You sidestepped into Katsuki’s arms and stroked the fluffy hair between his ears as he wrapped his arms around you. His tail was going a million miles an hour at your touch, occasionally thumping against your butt.

“Y’know Katsuki, I think we might have to get a few more pumpkins next year,” you grinned in his ear.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” He looked at you suspiciously.

“Well, seeing as how our litter is going to expand by next year, I’d imagine it would be better to have enough pumpkins for all of our children to carve,” you took Katsuki’s hand in yours and placed it on your slightly swollen tummy.

Katsuki sunk to his knees shakily at your proclamation, no words coming out of his open lips.

“You - you’re pregnant again?” He whispered against your tummy, gently thumbing the protruding part as you nodded vigorously, happy tears plopping on his face.

God, did Katsuki love his mate.

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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ANELIA WHAT

Amelia has gotten head for the very first time. i have no other words for you all other than holy fuck that shit feels good.

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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SIMP

Afab!reader, smut, oral f!reciving, nicknames, I probably missed something

(All characters are 18+/aged up)

Bakugo would be such a simp for his girlfriend

That’s his princess his queen his everything, and he makes sure everyone knows it.

His manager recommendeds he keeps his relationship private so he doesn’t loss fans but he doesn’t give a FUCK

He is so proud you’re his, he brings you to every event, mentions you in every interview, all his coworkers hear about you, this man is head over heals. It doesn’t matter how long his day was, he always cooks dinner for you and asks about your day. Spoils you absolutely rotten. You want a vacation? Done. Luxury resort? Done. You need a new dress? He’ll buy you 10. Of course you tell him not to but how can he help himself when you look so pretty in all of them??

It’s not just money either, he’ll cancel publicity events at the drop of a hat for you. You don’t even ask him to, all it takes is a “are you free tonight? I had a tough day” text. He’s free now. For you? He’s always free.

The poor man is touch starved so he always needs to be touching you. He’ll keep his hand on the small of your back or have his arm around your waist 24/7. He’s just addicted to you, you do not have a moment for peace, you’ll be talking to your friends and he’ll just hug you from behind and bury his head in your shoulder

Katski? Are you ok?

Mhm, just ignore me baby

He’ll say as he kisses your neck and shoulders, sliding his hand under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. Needless to say that conversation didn’t last much longer.

NSFW below

He absolutely spoils you in bed too, it’s always all about you. As many rounds as you want, whenever, wherever you want. He also loves giving you head, you can’t tell me he doesn’t. On that note:

BAKUGO WITH A PILLOW PRINCESS GF!

he’ll fluff your pillow and lay you down oh so gently, pepper you with kisses as he pull your panties off.

God look a this pretty pussy, so wet for me huh?

He smiles as you blush, nodding

Don’t worry princess, I promise I’m gonna make you feel real good~

He licks your sec before softy sucking your clit, making your hands automatically reach for his hair, tryna pull him closer.

More, please ‘suki

Since you asked so nicely

Still sucking your clit he slowly works one finger into you, followed by another, slowly pumping them in and out of your pretty pussy, sciorring them softly

You tug on his hair again whining and he picks up speed, curling his fingers while his tounge works it’s magic. Soon he feels you squeeze his fingers, as you let out a moan, throwing your head back

Fuck, I’m so close please please pleas

You wanna come for me sweetheart?

Yes yes yes

Com on my tounge f’me

You let out a string of curses as you come undone on his fingers, and he gladly licks up every last drop

You taste amazing, you know that princess?

Thank you katsuki,

you say pulling him in for a kiss

Anytime y/n

—

He’s already shopping for engagement rings<3

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

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HE FORGETS YOUR ANNIVERSARY

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff

word count: 1.9k

tonight was the night you have been looking forward to for weeks. tonight was you and your boyfriend’s anniversary.

it took a month of watching the restaurant’s website and calling the hostess to get a reservation. you had been wanting to eat here ever since you moved in with your boyfriend. you two were supposed to be celebrating four years together, and there you sat.

an hour had gone by and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

you shift uncomfortably in your seat. you could feel the eyes of other diners burning into your skin. you could feel their pity.

“is she sitting alone?”

“how long has she been waiting now? how sad…”

the waitress kept coming to your table with an expression that seemed to hold more worry the longer you sat alone waiting.

she approached you again and asked, “would you like to order, ma’am? or do you want a little longer to review the menu?”

“just a bit longer please.” you murmured quietly.

“of course.” and she disappeared behind the doors of the kitchen.

a sigh escaped you once you checked the time on your wrist watch again. he’s now an hour and 25 minutes late.

will he ever come?

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. . . [ METAL CONCERT WITH EREN ]

warnings: gn! reader, mentions of eating, pet names – sfw.

notes: a bit random, but the idea of bf eren taking care of you at a concert is just so <333. he’s smitten. comments and reblogs are especially appreciated (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄ ᵕ ᵒ̴̶̷᷅ )

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going to a concert with eren would be so fun :(

you surprised him with two tickets to his favorite band as a birthday gift. it cost you an arm and a leg after waiting hours in the queue line but was all worth it to see your big n “scary” boyfriend giddy with disbelief.

“no fucking way! oh my god– c'mere! i love you, i love you, i love you-“

fully expected him to bring one of his metalhead friends along -that is why you bought two tickets after all- though eren never even considers asking zeke or mikasa to join him, for he's far too adamant on taking you instead.

“what d'ya mean ‘am I sure’? ‘course I’m taking you, babe.”

the most prepared concertgoer there is. eren is a music fanatic and has frequented concerts since his early teens thanks to zeke. with a fair share of experience under his belt, he knows exactly how to make the downside of concerts more manageable. it might be his favorite band, but he wants you to have fun too! :(

brings noise-canceling headphones to protect your ears. eren knows the music can get fucking loud, especially when on the floor close to the speakers. while his eardrums are already partial to damage from prior years of concert-going, he doesn't want to chance you developing tinnitus or hearing loss.

buys those ridiculously overpriced water bottles despite protests that you're fine, reasoning – “can’t have my pretty baby suffering dehydration under my watch.”

keeps you in front of him the entire show. eren takes advantage of his broad height and practically forms a wall around you, tugging you back into his chest while snug arms anchor around your waist. the poor boy is so anxious about losing sight of you, it's pathetic. even if you assure him you weren't planning on wandering around anytime soon, eren just prefers to hold you close to him, okay? :(

stands at the outer edges of the pit to watch the show, away from any tight crowds and potential shoving. you ask if he wants to go mosh when his favorite song comes on, promising you’ll be fine where you are, but he declines with a scrunched face and a shake of his head. “where’s the fun in that? I’d rather be with you.”

will take swaying you in his arms over moshing with a group of sweaty strangers any day.

offers to leave early toward the end of the show to beat the crowd. “I don’t need to see the last song, it’s okay if you want to dip.” you argue something about getting your money's worth and eren spends the last few songs with his big ol' head hooked over your shoulder to watch with you :((

gives you a piggyback ride back to the car. as fun as it was, standing on your feet for 4 hours at a time is never without consequences, and eren is far too happy for any opportunity to show off his strength.

stops at a drive-through on the way home. it’s past midnight and nothing is open beside the 24/7 fast food joints. gets fries to share and nearly shoots soda out his nose when he catches you shoveling a generous handful into your mouth.

“what? stop laughing at me 'ren! I'm hungry–“ “I know, I know, you just looked like a chipmunk, that’s all.”

turns the music down to pleasant background noise once the food is finished and put away and your eyes start to droop watching the street lights pass out the window.

“thank you for tonight, baby.”

you hum a drowsy “you're welcome”, compelling eren to spare the passenger seat a glance as you slowly lose the fight against sleep.

before you completely slip away, a warm and familiar hand finds purchase at the nape of your neck, giving a soft squeeze whilst a kiss is pressed to the side of your head. “love you, sweetheart.”

you hope eren can understand the garbled “love you too” in return but aren't offered the chance to check before you’re fast asleep.

-ˋˏ ➴ ♡ ˎˊ-

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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LITTLE TITTY GF + EREN HEADCANONS

an: I hope this doesn't seem too weird lmao. very me just wanting eren to praise me for tiny tits lol. itty bitty tits and biggy litty tits and all beautiful! this is honestly just written for me and for my confidence 💀 eren loves all tit sizes! from big to small this horn dog is in love <3 this isn't me saying that eren doesn't like big tits!! please don't take this the wrong way omggg 😭

cw: boobie talk, use of "little tits" and such, eren being a perv, cocky eren asf, reader described as "tiny", breeding kink, titty attention <3

Erens always liked big tits. it wasn't a deal breaker, it wasn't a pick and choosy thing...just...a plus.

he wouldn't scope out big tittied girls, that wasn't his thing, honestly, he is pretty popular so he usually had girls in his face, and usually, those girls were more...plump in some areas.

he wouldn't go as far to say people would chase after him -even tho that's exactly what happens, this man is gorgeous- but if he needed a quick hook up, it wouldn't be hard to get one.

so yeah, fuck, sue him, he'd gravitate to girls with bigger tits. he likes to suck, pull, fuck them so why would he not?

and then he met you.

this tiny ass girl with the cutest little tits ever and one hell of an attitude, and this boy is suddenly chasing you

and fuck, you're adorable. he's all of the sudden the type to hold your purse and follow you like a lost puppy because damn without you he feels like one.

he never saw it as a downside or something that you just simply lack, that doesn't matter to him.

and when you guys fucked for the first time, he went up to those tittys and slobbered them with kisses, licks, and some bites. he sucked at them forever and you couldn't help but feel shocked because no one paid any attention to them before

and when he noticed how honestly shocked you were, and when you moaned a confession that, "no one has ever done this to me before" he felt a little pissed off at the other guys for treating you that way.

and yeah, he found it fucking hot that when his cock was ramming in and out of you, you grabbed on yourself, grabbing at your little tits as you screamed his name had him almost fucking cumming

it was just the way you pulled at your perky little nips that had him throwing his head back and rubbing your clit because fuck, if you didn't cum soon he was about to ruin your orgasm.

and when you did he shot his baby batter straight into your womb <3 cuz shawty is about to make those itty bitty titties to milked-filled ones ♡

an: the ending kinda seems weird, it's not him trying to make her boobies big dw, it's just mf has a breeding kink 💀 again, thank you guys for 2k!!! I'll post smth soon ofc, it's just I've wanted to write something about tiny boobies and eren for a while now, just didn't know if I'd get hate on it or not lmao. anywho, ilysm mwuah! <3

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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⸻ TAKE IT EASY ও

tighnari x gn!reader | 1k+ words ; no pronouns used for the reader. reader has sprained ankle. mentions of reader having multiple unfortunate injuries before, due to being clumsy. mentions of reader having difficulty in breathing. fluff. slightly suggestive but nothing really happens — just tighnari being a tease. collei being a cutie.

YOU HAVE NEVER FELT THIS MUCH OF A BURDEN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

You're currently sitting on the edge of Tighnari's bed. With your right foot placed on a chair so Tighnari could inspect your terribly sprained ankle.

The patrol for today was stopped because of you — your injury. When Tighnari saw that you were limping, he immediately told all the forest rangers to call it a day.

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When you once sprained your wrist, you thought you could never get any more guilty for being useless. But seeing how Tighnari was standing in front of you, examining your damn sprained ankle, you were feeling even guiltier. Today was one of the long days when you were supposed to have a long day of patrol. One of the most important ones. It just had to be put at a stop today because of you.

"Sorry..." You apologized for the nth time of the day. Yet, you never heard a response to your apologies from your companion. Perhaps, he was getting bored of you.

He sighed, seeing how swollen your foot was. He put an ice pack under your ankle to ease the pain — he said, but here you are, shrieking as the cold surface of the ice touch your foot.

"T-Tighnari... it hurts, can you remo— no! ow!"

Unfortunately for you, Tighnari pressed your foot on the ice pack harder. "That's what you get for not telling me about your injury sooner."

You pouted. You simply didn't want to be more useless to Tighnari; you didn't want to be a burden to him.

You mumbled a soft sorry to him, not bothered whether he heard it or not. He flicked your forehead, indicating that he heard your apology. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"Next time, don't wait for me to realize that you are injured. Got it?" It was neither a question nor a request. You are in no place to say no; it was an order.

"Yes, but you didn't have to stop the patrol today just for me. You could have just left me here and—"

"And what? Wait for your foot to be completely immobilized?" He countered your reason. Great. Now he's just not listening to you at all.

"Hey! I can take care of myself, excuse you." He only laughed sarcastically at your claim. He continued mixing the herbs — you could already feel the bitter taste of the medicine he was creating.

Why was he making medicine anyway?

You quickly shook your head, "No way I'm drinking that."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Then, I'll force-feed you."

You covered your mouth with your hands and continued shaking your head profusely while chanting no. Tighnari grunted, "Come on, you're so stubborn. You are not a child. Drink this, or I'll bite you!"

"Bite me!" You yelled subconsciously.

"What?" Tighnari looked at you with visible confusion expressed on his face.

Realizing what you have just said, you slapped your mouth and muttered, "Stupid. Stupid."

Before you knew it, Tighnari had pushed you on his bed — his small body towering over yours. "Oh? Are you challenging me?"

For the first time, you didn't know what to say. Tighnari has been your friend for years now. You were most comfortable in his presence; you didn't have to overthink whenever you'd talk to him. But, dear archons, this situation has rendered you speechless.

"N-No..?" You mumbled, your hand still covering your mouth

"Then if that's what you want, then..."

"Tighnari, wait, no—!"

Once you've removed your hands covering your mouth to push Tighnari away from you, the medicine has made its way into your mouth.

You choked dramatically — which Tighnari ignored. He stood up and acted as if he was shaking specks of dust off his hands and clothes. He smiled triumphantly, "Hehe. I win."

"Yuck! Don't ever make me drink that medicine again!" You glared.

"Maybe if you tell me next time that you injured yourself, then yes," he said with a sly smile on his face.

Menace.

"I just didn't want to burden you..."

"You're not a burden to me, never and will never be. And I apologized for not realizing it sooner. In that case, your injury wouldn't have worsened," he sighed.

"Hey, no, look. I'm going to be fine soon! I'll drink all the medicines you're going to give me. In exchange, don't blame yourself for it, okay? It's my fault for being clumsy," you explained. You don't want him to blame himself for every injury you get.

Tighnari couldn't hide the mischievous smile on his face, "Alright, you said that yourself."

"You tricked me!"

"I didn't! Collei! You heard it too, right?"

Collei, who was previously hiding, came into your view and fiddled with her fingers. "Uhm, well, uhm, yes! Yes, I did, master!"

Seeing your defeated face, Collei sent you an apologizing look.

Tighnari chuckled, "You'll be drinking your next medicine in two hours. I'll be informing Collei too. Bye, and take care!" He picked up the scrolls and immediately went outside the room.

"Hey! I'm injured, not sick!" You shouted back, but he didn't respond; instead, you heard him laugh.

Collei then went inside the room with a bandage in her hand. "Watching you bicker with master is always entertaining. Hehe," she teased.

"Hmph, stop following everything he says, Collei. Don't let him bully you," you teased in a soft whisper. Collei only laughed at your jokes.

"Master told me to put a bandage on your ankle. Please tell me if it hurts."

"Will do. Thank you, Collei."

Collei started bandaging your ankle carefully. "You know, master Tighnari really cares a lot about you. And, he's making you drink these medicines because he noticed that you were having trouble breathing these past few days. I'm pretty sure that master wants you to feel better soon and give yourself a rest. So please take it easy and listen to master! He's one of the sweetest people I know. He just wants you to stop being hard on yourself," Collei lectured you enthusiastically.

"Oops, sorry... I kinda rambled there. Anyways, I've bandaged your ankle! Take care now," Collei said with a bright smile on her face.

You felt as if your whole body felt energized by what she said and the look she had on her face. "No, thank you, Collei. Take care too!"

Maybe, taking a good rest for once won't hurt.

NOTE hii i got free time today LESGOOOO ik ik i haven't updated mixed signals yet but guess who sprained her ankle and still hasn't got it checked <3 i do have a sprained ankle and i think its not that ok lol. anw i was playing the new archon quest earlier and realized that tighnari is just so 😍 then i accidentally stomped my foot in excitement and realized that "OH I HAVE A SPRAINED ANKLE, TIME TO MAKE IT USEFUL!!!" then boom, this ff 🤲 OK TIME TO DISAPPEAR AGAIN <33

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⸻ TAKE IT EASY ও

YOU HAVE NEVER FELT THIS MUCH OF A BURDEN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

You're currently sitting on the edge of Tighnari's bed. With your right foot placed on a chair so Tighnari could inspect your terribly sprained ankle.

The patrol for today was stopped because of you — your injury. When Tighnari saw that you were limping, he immediately told all the forest rangers to call it a day.

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"Sorry..." You apologized for the nth time of the day. Yet, you never heard a response to your apologies from your companion. Perhaps, he was getting bored of you.

He sighed, seeing how swollen your foot was. He put an ice pack under your ankle to ease the pain — he said, but here you are, shrieking as the cold surface of the ice touch your foot.

"T-Tighnari... it hurts, can you remo— no! ow!"

Unfortunately for you, Tighnari pressed your foot on the ice pack harder. "That's what you get for not telling me about your injury sooner."

You pouted. You simply didn't want to be more useless to Tighnari; you didn't want to be a burden to him.

You mumbled a soft sorry to him, not bothered whether he heard it or not. He flicked your forehead, indicating that he heard your apology. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"Next time, don't wait for me to realize that you are injured. Got it?" It was neither a question nor a request. You are in no place to say no; it was an order.

"Yes, but you didn't have to stop the patrol today just for me. You could have just left me here and—"

"And what? Wait for your foot to be completely immobilized?" He countered your reason. Great. Now he's just not listening to you at all.

"Hey! I can take care of myself, excuse you." He only laughed sarcastically at your claim. He continued mixing the herbs — you could already feel the bitter taste of the medicine he was creating.

Why was he making medicine anyway?

You quickly shook your head, "No way I'm drinking that."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Then, I'll force-feed you."

You covered your mouth with your hands and continued shaking your head profusely while chanting no. Tighnari grunted, "Come on, you're so stubborn. You are not a child. Drink this, or I'll bite you!"

"Bite me!" You yelled subconsciously.

"What?" Tighnari looked at you with visible confusion expressed on his face.

Realizing what you have just said, you slapped your mouth and muttered, "Stupid. Stupid."

Before you knew it, Tighnari had pushed you on his bed — his small body towering over yours. "Oh? Are you challenging me?"

"N-No..?" You mumbled, your hand still covering your mouth

"Then if that's what you want, then..."

"Tighnari, wait, no—!"

Once you've removed your hands covering your mouth to push Tighnari away from you, the medicine has made its way into your mouth.

You choked dramatically — which Tighnari ignored. He stood up and acted as if he was shaking specks of dust off his hands and clothes. He smiled triumphantly, "Hehe. I win."

"Yuck! Don't ever make me drink that medicine again!" You glared.

"Maybe if you tell me next time that you injured yourself, then yes," he said with a sly smile on his face.

Menace.

"I just didn't want to burden you..."

"You're not a burden to me, never and will never be. And I apologized for not realizing it sooner. In that case, your injury wouldn't have worsened," he sighed.

Tighnari couldn't hide the mischievous smile on his face, "Alright, you said that yourself."

"You tricked me!"

"I didn't! Collei! You heard it too, right?"

Collei, who was previously hiding, came into your view and fiddled with her fingers. "Uhm, well, uhm, yes! Yes, I did, master!"

Seeing your defeated face, Collei sent you an apologizing look.

Tighnari chuckled, "You'll be drinking your next medicine in two hours. I'll be informing Collei too. Bye, and take care!" He picked up the scrolls and immediately went outside the room.

"Hey! I'm injured, not sick!" You shouted back, but he didn't respond; instead, you heard him laugh.

Collei then went inside the room with a bandage in her hand. "Watching you bicker with master is always entertaining. Hehe," she teased.

"Hmph, stop following everything he says, Collei. Don't let him bully you," you teased in a soft whisper. Collei only laughed at your jokes.

"Master told me to put a bandage on your ankle. Please tell me if it hurts."

"Will do. Thank you, Collei."

"Oops, sorry... I kinda rambled there. Anyways, I've bandaged your ankle! Take care now," Collei said with a bright smile on her face.

You felt as if your whole body felt energized by what she said and the look she had on her face. "No, thank you, Collei. Take care too!"

Maybe, taking a good rest for once won't hurt.

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I love this panel with my entire existence

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ariiluvsyou · 2 years

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— “𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄?” 𖥔 k.bakugou, i.midoriya !

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I really liked 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 would you mind making one for kuroo and oikawa too? ( ◜‿◝ )♡

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒

— kuroo & oikawa x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

warnings: mentioning their exes, arguing, swearing, oikawa being distant, consumption of alcohol (in oikawa’s part)

note from heart: hi hi nonnie! i’m so so sorry this is late! so much has been happening in my life on top having writer’s block 😭 but it’s finally finished and here!! 💓

[ part 1 ]

KUROO —

» kuroo’s new job required him to travel… a lot

» and so that meant that you wouldn’t really have much time to spend time with him, let alone see him

» it was always “we can go on that date some other time” or “i’m sorry, babe, but this is really important for the company”

» you two had been together for years, and after being newly weds, it quickly felt like you two were just roommates

» and now, here you both were, arguing during a dinner that was meant to be a lovely at-home date

“what do you want me to do, y/n? quit?“ kuroo says exasperatedly, practically slamming his utensils down onto the table. you narrow your eyes at him, your jaw clenching in frustration, “that is not what i want you to do, tetsurou.”

he lets out a short laugh, “then what is it?”

“i just want you to be home! i know you just got this job, but within the first two months of you working there you’ve already went on four different trips! one of them being out of the country!” you cry out, trying not to let your tears spill over as you speak. you take a breath before continuing on, your voice quieter, “is it so bad that i want to spend time with you?”

you watch as he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “my life doesn’t revolve around you, y/n,” he speaks, his tone more stern and agitated. your eyes widen, anger boiling inside your chest, “i never said it does, tetsurou, and i wouldn’t want your life to revolve around me. i just want you to at least remember to include me in your life!”

your voice began to waver, your body tingling with sorrow. the last time you really spent quality time with him was the couple weeks after your honeymoon. after getting married, you both had talked about what you were looking forward to doing together. going house hunting together, having date nights regularly, and even mundane things like going grocery shopping together. he had expressed to you his hopes and dreams for your new lives together, but now it all just feels like pretty words and empty promises.

he lets out a huff, looking away from you as he begins to stand from the dinner table to put away his dishes, “ari wouldn’t do this kind of shit.”

your eyebrows raise in shock, all sorrow and hurt leaving your body as anger and rage take its place. “excuse me?” you ask, your tone almost threatening. your husband stops in his tracts, realizing the words that fell from his lips. he turns to face you, regret written all over his features, his eyes already pleasing for your forgiveness. “baby, no i-“

“ari wouldn’t do what kind of shit? want to spend some quality time with her husband?,” you challenge. you raise your left hand, showcasing the ring that wrapped around your finger, “see this? this ring is the same ring you put on my finger at the altar. you want ari to wear this ring? because you and i both know she sure as hell wouldn’t mind never spending any quality time with you because she was too busy spending ‘quality’ time with other people in her bed.”

you stand from where you’re sat, storming out of the kitchen. “y/n, wait,” he calls, rushing after you only to have the bedroom door slammed in his face. “babe-“

“leave me alone, tetsurou.”

he sighs, resting his forehead against the wooden door as he shuts his eyes. he felt guilty, and regret washed over him immediately. he was tired and exhausted, but he also wanted nothing but to spend time with you. it’s just that his work began to pile up, and although he loved his new job, the stress was starting to get the best of him.

anytime he started anything new, he always had to be on top of it. always making sure he was on top of deadlines, always meeting the daily quota, always being at 100 at all times, but never reminding himself to step back and take breaks. forgetting to remind himself to be with you.

now he’s messed up, the closed door standing in the way of him making things right with you.

he had to make amends somehow, but he knew trying to talk to you any further would only make things worse.

he sighed again, running a defeated hand down his face as he began to ponder over what to say to you and what he could do to make things better. your marriage meant everything to him. the day you said yes when he proposed, he felt like the luckiest man alive. and when you had walked down the aisle to him, he felt as if he was on top of the world.

he fiddled with the ring on his finger, chewing on his lip while deep in thought. after a moment, he rushed to grab his phone.

on your end, your sadness and anger had subsided. you laid in bed, emotionless and a void began to fill your chest. the thoughts that corrupted your mind had been silenced, and you were left with nothing. you felt nothing, and you feel as though you’ve drained any and all feeling out from your body.

your eyes drifted over to the silver band that wrapped beautifully around your finger. you shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto your back.

how could he bring up her of all people? the same woman who broke his heart and made him believe that he wasn’t worthy of any love? the same woman who made him feel as though he would walk in his parents footsteps and fail in his love life? you’ve done nothing but support kuroo in all of his endeavors, and all you wanted in return was him to just be with you and hold you like he used to. but it seems that that was too much to ask for.

time passes and you suddenly hear a knock on the door. ignoring it, you remain as you are, not wanting to face the situation right now.

“y/n? can i come in?” you hear his voice. it’s his usual calm and gentle tone, the same one you found so much comfort in on your hardest days. “baby, please, i just wanna talk.”

today is one of your hardest days, and all you want is to hear his voice, but all you can remember is that same voice uttering his ex’s name.

“okay, you don’t have to let me in, but at least please listen,” he begins. “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. i was exhausted and work has been stressing me out and i took it out on you when i shouldn’t have. you’re right, i’ve been away too much and i forgot to make time for you— for us. i’m so sorry, but please know that i do love you. i love you just as much as i did when i put that ring on your finger.”

his voice begins to waver, so he takes a moment before he continues. “i honestly love you more now, and i’ll keep loving you more and more no matter what. i want to make this better, and i will,” he clears his throat, taking a breath to recollect himself. “i called my boss and told them i’ll be taking some time off. so we can be together.”

he waits for your response, but he receives nothing. he shuts his eyes, hoping that the silence is only because you’ve fallen asleep.

but you’re wide awake. you heard every last word that fell past his lips, and with each word your heart tugged at you to open the door and hold him. but your body betrays you as you remain sat on the bed, staring at the door in front of you.

“i love you, y/n.. sweet dreams, angel.”

as he begins to walk away from the door to go prepare his makeshift bed on the couch, he hears the door click open. kuroo turns around, finding your figure standing before him. your eyes stricken with tears, your lip wobbling as your hand clutches the door frame.

“y-you didn’t get in trouble with work, did you? when.. when you called them?” you ask, worry filling your voice. the last thing you wanted was for your husband to get in trouble with his job. you watch as he shakes his head, rushing towards you to envelope you in his arms.

“no, not at all, baby. i promise,” he mutters into your hair. he feels you shake in his arms, your tears once again flowing down your cheeks. he rubs gentle circles onto your back, shushing you with sweet nothings. “and i promise that i’ll do better.”

you pull away slightly to look up at him. you see that his own eyes are glossed over, an apologetic but loving smile placed perfectly upon his lips. “you really hurt my feelings, tetsu,” you whisper, bringing a hand to cup his cheek.

he shuts his eyes, a slightly pained look etches onto his face. “i know, and i’m so sorry. i never wanted to hurt you, but i know i did, and i understand if you’re still mad at me, but please let me-“

you silence him with a kiss. you feel his tears mix in with your own, your bodies pulling closer to one another as both of your hands make their way to intertwine together, your rings gently brushing against one another’s.

you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment before looking at him once more. your thumb on your free hand gently brushes away his tears that slipped down his cheek. he smiles at you, his eyes only filled with adoration and love for you. “do you forgive me?” he asks, gently pulling you even closer to him.

you tilt your head to the side, letting your hand slide down his neck before resting it on his shoulder. his smile falters for a moment, unsure if you truly forgive him or not. but you smile at him, “i’ll forgive you after we spend our much needed time together.”

he lets out a soft laugh, almost sighing in relief. “as long as i get to be with you, that’s fine by me.”

OIKAWA —

» after finding out oikawa was coming back home from argentina for a break within his season, you had been nothing but excited

» you had planned so much for the both of you; dates, meeting up with old friends of his, and just overall spending time with him in person

» but the moment you picked him up from the airport, things between you two have been tense

» everything seemed awkward, and it bewildered you because you and oikawa have been together for almost three years now

» you decided to finally bring it up after having dinner with him and his old friends from high school, but things quickly took a turn

dinner was going really well. oikawa seemed to have a great time catching up with his friends, and you enjoyed spending time with all of them considering you’ve only hung out with them on a few occasions.

“so how was it being long distance for a few months, y/n?” hanamaki had asked, matsukawa and iwaizumi turning their attention to you as they patiently waited for your answer. you glanced over quickly at oikawa, who didn’t seem too invested as he was in the previous conversation. “um, i mean it was hard at first, but we made it work! i’m just glad tooru got to do what he loves and just really happy that he’s home,” you say proudly, reaching over to grab your boyfriend’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

the three men look over at oikawa whose face quickly shifts from a look of boredom to one that is smiling and nodding. you pull your hand away at the sight. although his three friends didn’t notice his change, you sure did. it was almost as if he was quickly put on the spot for an interview after one of his games, and it made your heart sink further into your chest.

the first few days of him being home already felt so off. he didn’t hold much of a conversation with you, he wasn’t really present during any of your dates, and he seemed avoidant of your touch. you figured it was because he was exhausted from traveling, but it’s been a week now since he’s been home and nothing about his behavior is seeming to change.

“must be nice having a supportive partner huh, ‘kawa?” matsukawa chimes in, smirking over at him. “yeah, gotta say, i’m pretty jealous,” hanamaki adds. oikawa shrugs, taking a swig of his drink and draping his arm over your shoulders. it was the most contact he’s given you this whole week, and part of you felt relieved. “y/n’s the best,” he hiccups, and you notice your boyfriend slowly succumbing to the drink in his hand.

you begin to feel uncomfortable with his change of behavior. just a minute ago he didn’t even hold your hand back.

but instead you smile, almost reluctantly leaning into your boyfriend’s touch. “y/n’s so much better than that girl i dated in high school,” oikawa continued. you tense for a second, wondering apprehensively where this was going to lead.

“yeah? you mean the same girl that dumped you-“

“hey, woah, it was a,” your boyfriend hiccups before continuing again. “mutual break up, issei.” his friends grin, yet you feel uneasy at the mention of his ex. you also feel uncomfortable at the mere fact that oikawa is suddenly paying some sort of attention to you. drunkenly wrapping his arm around you, practically comparing you to his ex— it just felt weird.

oikawa takes another sip of his drink, sighing as he sets the cup down once more, “i mean, y/n’s just so much nicer and way more supportive.” you feel your heart flutter at the sound of your boyfriend speaking so highly of you. but that feeling quickly went away when you hear him continue on. “but also,” he turns to you, his eyebrows knit slightly together, his cheeks red from the alcohol he’s consumed, and a slight pout placed on his lips.

“you can be kinda clingy sometimes, babe.”

anyone else would have thought, oh he’s just drunk. but you were a firm believer that drunk words are just sober thoughts. and if oikawa genuinely felt that you were clingy, then it just explains his behavior when he came back home.

perhaps he liked it better being away from you. maybe he felt more free and didn’t feel suffocated by you. maybe he just dreaded the idea of being with you physically— especially since you were clingy.

you pull away from him, laughing nervously. “okay, i think it might be time to go home,” you say, hastily grabbing your bag and keys. “aw, really? i was finally having some fun,” he slurs, and then he turns to his friends, jutting his thumb towards you. “see what i mean? they just want me to themselves.. kinda clingy, right?” oikawa laughs at his own words, and his friends join in hesitantly, glancing over at you to see if you were okay.

and you were not. far from it.

“you’ve had quite a bit to drink, tooru, so maybe we should go home and re—“ he cuts you off with a dramatic sigh, resting his elbow on the table, his chin propping up in his palm, “man.. ‘n i was finally having some fun since i got home, ‘n all they wanna do is coddle me.” iwaizumi scowls at his best friend almost immediately, “watch it, oikawa. y/n hasn’t seen you in six months, so it’s normal for them to want to spend time with you.”

oikawa shrugs, begrudgingly getting out of his seat, “jus’ sayin’… yuki was never this clingy.”

iwaizumi begins to stand, only sitting back down when hanamaki places a hand on his arm and when you shake your head no at him. “we’re going home, tooru. bye guys, it was nice seeing you,” you say, clutching your bag as you wait for your boyfriend to follow you. he salutes back to them as a means to say goodbye before stumbling on after you.

“hey, what’s with the sour look, babe?” he slurs, smirking as he wraps his arm around you. you push him off as you open the passenger side door to let him in. he slides in, looking up at you only to have the door slammed in his face. he sobers a bit, his eyes following you as you make your way to the driver’s side. “babe?” he asks, slightly confused and concerned.

“you’re drunk, tooru,” you say sternly, dreading this car ride home. all you wanted was a fun night out with your boyfriend and his friends, but all he managed to do was compare you to his high school ex.

luckily the ride home was quiet. oikawa tried to call out to you, but the more and more you ignored him, the more he began to sober up. you pulled into the driveway, sighing as you took the keys out of the ignition. “need help getting out of the car?” you ask, not sparing a glance at him as you gather your bag. “i’ll be okay,” he says, looking at you again, hoping you’ll finally return his gaze.

but instead you nod, making your way out of the car and towards the entrance. he goes after you, walking reluctantly behind you. now that he’s finally beginning to come down from the drinks he’s had, he’s realizing that what he said has done some damage to you.

“hey, baby? can we-“

“take a shower, then go right to sleep,” you interrupt, not wanting to be near him and coddle him like he complained to his friends. he follows you hopelessly to your shared bedroom, watching you with regret filling his chest.

in truth, while oikawa was away he missed you terribly. he wanted nothing more than to be home with you in his arms, but you both knew that his career didn’t allow for that. as the months went by and his season was nearing an end, all he could think about was coming home to you. he was more than excited to finally see you in person, but during the flight back all he could think about was the next time he had to leave you again.

knowing that he would finally be able to hold you again only to have that taken away from him for another six or more months broke his heart. it led to him making the stupid and immature decision to be distant with you, and he really wishes iwaizumi had punched him back at the restaurant.

you turn to see oikawa watching you sadly, and by the looks of the expression on his face, he looks disappointed and guilty. “what’s wrong?” you ask, watching his eyes light up ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. but he looks down at his feet, “i’m sorry for being such an ass tonight… and for being such a terrible boyfriend all week.”

you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “what has even gotten into you, tooru? i mean, seriously, you come home and you practically ignore me and then at dinner you want to call me clingy in front of your friends? and now here you are apologizing? you really think an ‘i’m sorry’ is gonna fix that?” you’re finally letting all your emotions spill over, not being able to hold yourself back from crying.

he shakes his head no before bringing his gaze back to you. his heart drops at the sight of you crying, and almost instinctively he takes a step forward towards you. but with the way you’re holding yourself, closing yourself off from him, he thinks it’s better to keep some distance. “then why do all of that in the first place? we haven’t been together for six months, tooru! all i wanted was to spend time with you, to hold you, to be with you! but that makes me clingy?”

he watches as you sit on the edge of the bed, crying quietly with your head facing away from him, your hands frantically wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. he slowly goes towards you, kneeling down in front of you.

you feel him gently bring a hand to your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face so he can hold them in his own. you sniffle and take shaky breaths, eyes still shut.

“it was stupid— i was being stupid, y/n,” he begins, his eyes begging for you to look back at them. “i just.. i just couldn’t help but think that eventually i would have to leave you again, and i hate being away from you. i hate not being able to hold you or kiss you or wake up to you. i just hate it so much, and i thought i would hate being away from you less if i came back and put some distance between us.”

he sighs, disappointed in himself. he rests his forehead against your intertwined hands, “but now i just hate myself for doing that to you.”

he lifts his head again to find you staring down at him sadly. his gently squeezes your hands, “i always want to be with you, and i do because i love you so, so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. instead of being so stubborn and immature, i should be cherishing the time i do get to be with you even more.”

you pull your hands away from his, turning away as you begin to cry more. “but you called me clingy, tooru.. and even if you were just drunk or tipsy or whatever, part of you meant some of it.. right?” you close your eyes again, more tears falling down your cheeks.

he gently brings his hand to cup your cheek, turning your face back to his. “i’m way more clingy than you are, babe,” he smiles, and he means it. you scrunch your eyebrows together, “tooru-“

“i’m serious! i mean c’mon,” he says before standing up and pushing you down on the bed, peppering your face with kisses. he sits both of you up, gently grabbing your hand and trails kisses from the back of your knuckles up to your shoulder. you laugh softly, and the sound makes oikawa’s heart flutter. he looks at you, leaning in to press his lips against yours, deepening it by gently grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him.

you cup the side of his face, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “you weren’t this clingy when i picked you up from the airport,” you pout playfully, although there was still some sadness lingering in your eyes. but oikawa presses another sweet kiss to your lips, “trust me, i’m going to be so clingy that you’re gonna want to take me back to the airport.”

you both laugh, kissing one another passionately, your hands roaming the other’s body and taking in every bit of them; reminiscing in each other’s touch and warmth.

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