The Little Things

the little things

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Medic!Reader Synopsis: Five times Soap questions the relationship between Ghost and the 141's Medic, and the one time he gets an answer. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: mentions of blood, mild swearing Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters.

part two.

The first time is purely by accident. 

It’s not like he’s trying to eavesdrop; it isn’t his fault the infirmary doors were left wide open, and it doesn’t seem like you and Ghost are trying to be quiet. Price called everyone for a meeting in twenty and, since the infirmary’s on the way, Soap figures he’d swing by and grab you. He’s walking towards the doors, paying attention to nothing in particular, when your unmistakable laugh echoes into the hallway. Soap stumbles slightly, caught off guard by the sudden noise. 

Someone’s enjoying themselves, he thinks. He’s almost six steps from the door when you laugh again, this time followed by the deep timbre of a familiar voice that makes Soap stop in his tracks.

Price was the one who had brought you onto the team, but it was supposedly Ghost who had recommended you. “Only medic I ever met who actually knew what they were doing,” he had said. Apparently the two of you had previously worked on multiple missions together, and that was made obvious by the way you two worked flawlessly around each other with an efficiency that could only have been cultivated through a deep trust and years of teamwork. 

Soap slowly approaches, all his stealth training coming to the forefront as he leans next to the door and focuses in on what you’re saying.

“It’ll only take a day, two tops. I promise.” Soap can hear the smile in your voice. Glancing at the glass panes of the doors, he can just make out your reflection. You’re standing beside an empty bed, behind an overbed table that’s covered in papers, leaning on your elbows to smile widely up at Ghost as he stands against the wall on the opposite side of the bed looking wholly unimpressed. 

“You want me to spend an entire day sitting in the corner and watching you give everyone on base flu shots?” 

“No, I’m asking if you’ll sit in the corner and look intimidating while I give everyone on base flu shots. The “look intimidating” part’s important,” you speak matter-of-factly. 

“I’ve seen you amputate a man’s leg at the knee mid-combat. You’re telling me you can’t handle a few shots by yourself?”

Soap makes a note to ask about that story later. 

“I can handle myself just fine, thank you. It’s everyone else that’s the problem here.” Ghost blinks at you, seemingly not believing you. “I get it, you’re all big, tough guys who face death every day-” Soap sinks his teeth into his cheek to fight back a laugh as you try to lower your voice in a very poor imitation of Ghost, “-but the way some of these guys act, you’d think I was coming at them with some kind of medieval torture device. I just think-” “That’d be a first.”

“-If I had someone that everyone respects, and is a little bit afraid of, sitting nearby then they’d stop with the whining and I can get my job done faster.” 

There’s a long pause as you and Ghost stand locked into a staring contest. Soap swears that, for a moment, something like amusement crosses Ghost’s eyes. 

“You think people are only a little afraid of me?” Ghost asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. You let out a loud, exaggerated scoff, throwing your hands up.

“Fine! Go lurk in a dark corner and scare children, or whatever it is you do, instead of helping me. Just don’t be surprised if I’m suddenly out of painkillers the next time you get shot.” You’re facing away from him, pouting like a child with your arms crossed over your chest. Both Soap and Ghost know you don’t mean it, your flawless reputation is too important to you, but Ghost sighs and nods anyways.

“Just tell me what days-” Ghost is barely done talking when you’re spinning around, nearly knocking the table over.

“Really?”

“Whatever will get you to stop being a brat.” Like water off a duck’s back, the insult runs right off of you as you clap your hands together. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to Price’s meeting.” Ghost pushes himself off the wall as you shuffle your scattered papers into organized piles to look through later. Soap leans back, taking a few quiet steps back from the door as you and Ghost start to leave the infirmary. 

“Hold on, one sec.” Soap pauses as he hears your hurried footsteps, looking back to your reflection in the glass. Eyes widening, his jaw drops as he watches Ghost let you grab his arm and push yourself up onto your toes to place a quick kiss to the cheekbone of the larger man’s plated skull mask. “Thank you,” you speak softly, taking a couple small steps back. 

Soap doesn’t have time to process as you and Ghost step out of the infirmary, immediately spotting him as he stands dumbly in the hallway. 

“Hey Soap! You heading to Price’s office, too?” Soap blinks, shaking off the shock and giving you a quick nod. 

“Yeah, I was just about to come get the two of you.”

“Let’s go, then,” Ghost says, turning and walking away without waiting for you or Soap. You fall in step behind him almost instantly, waving Soap over. Soap glances between the two of you as he follows. He knew the two of you weren’t strangers. He’d even speculated you might’ve been friends, but he’d never imagined you might’ve been something more. He wants to know more, but also gets the sneaking suspicion that this isn’t something he should be prying into. Ghost has always been a private man. 

Either way, he has no time to think on it further as the three of you enter Price’s office. 

-

The second time, he’s in far too much pain and far too tired to really remember if it actually happened. 

Despite everything, the mission had been a success, though the cost had almost been too much. Your team of seven has two unconscious, three severely injured, and the rest sporting a variety of bullet grazes and knife wounds. None dead, thanks to your quick thinking and efficient work. It’s late and the team’s holed up in an old safehouse overnight waiting for evac. Soap is sat up against the far wall, watching you with drooping eyes as you flit around the safehouse, tending to everyone’s wounds. He had been fortunate enough to only have a few minor wounds, but the adrenaline of the fight is fading fast and the comedown is hitting hard. 

Ghost is on watch and is the last person you check on, at his own insistence and much to your annoyance. He bats you away from any of the minor cuts and bruises, so you pull up a chair next to his and focus on the deep gash running across his right forearm. Through his sleep-hazed gaze, Soap watches you expertly stitch Ghost’s arm. He can hear the two of you mumbling to each other, but doesn’t have the energy to try and decipher your words. Once you’ve finished wrapping Ghost’s arm, you glance around at the others. 

You must assume everyone is asleep by the way you deflate, running a tired hand down your face and stretching your neck with a grimace. You scoot your chair closer to Ghost’s, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against his armored shoulder. To Soap’s surprise and not to yours, Ghost makes no move to push you away, instead shifting so your head’s not at such an awkward angle and settling into his own chair. Soap can feel his curiosity creeping up, but sleep wins out in the end and he passes out not long after. 

When he wakes, Ghost is in the same spot, but you’re curled up in a beaten up arm chair across the room still asleep. 

When evac finally arrives, everyone is awake, and you and Ghost hardly acknowledge each other as he briefs Price over comms and you help load wounded into the helicopter.

-

The third time, he’s sneaking through the rain and blood-soaked streets of Las Almas, Ghost guiding him through his ear as he makes his way to the church. 

He knows he should’ve seen it coming, but Graves’s betrayal stings nonetheless. Soap pushes the anger down, instead focusing on reaching the rendezvous point so they can escape and rescue Alejandro. The banter helps, but there’s an edge to Ghost’s voice that Soap understands as worry. 

They haven’t heard from you since you all were separated. 

They both know you can handle yourself, and worrying about it won’t help, so they talk and sort through their situation: what supplies Soap can pick up, how bad tequila tastes, the tactical uses for dog piss. Everything is as fine as it can be while on the run from deadly mercenaries. Until-

“The mask. Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Negative.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“Can confirm.” Soap nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound of your voice. 

“Holy hell, where have you been?”

“Aw, you worried about me, Soap?” The teasing tells him you’re not in too much danger, or are at least somewhere you feel safe, but something in your voice feels…off.

“What’s your status?” Ghost cuts in.

“Managed to get out of the village,” you groan through a deep exhale, and give a haggard laugh, “can’t say the same for the Shadows.”

Ghost gives a quiet hum of praise, but all Soap can hear is the strain in your winded voice. “You alright, Doc? You sound-”

“Dings and scrapes, Soap. I’ll be fine. Meet up with you later.”

“Wh-”

“Don’t worry about it, Johnny,” Ghost sighs, “just focus on getting to the church.” 

“Right,” Soap mutters. He returns his focus back to the mission at hand, rummaging through the drawers in front of him for rope he can wrap around his extra fan blade. 

It hits him just as he spots the reflective shine of a shard of glass on the floor. Can confirm, is what you’d said. Did that mean-

“The Doc’s seen you without the mask.” It comes out as more of a statement than a question. 

“Let’s worry about you, Sergeant.”

-

The fourth time, he lands hard on his feet in the pitch black of Alejandro’s safehouse. Soap has his back turned as Ghost climbs in the window behind him. Luckily for him, as Ghost sees the laser sight aiming right for Soap’s back. 

“Don’t move!” Ghost calls out, before launching a knife into the support beam across the room. Soap whirls around to shine his light at the beam just as someone calls out from behind it.

“¿Quién está ahí?”

Before either he or Ghost can answer, someone else stands and walks around to the front, “About time you two showed up!” Your voice is an instant relief as they both relax while you turn back to let Rodolfo know it’s safe to come out. 

“Either of you injured?” you ask, eyes scanning over Soap as Ghost hops down from the open window and Rudy returns his knife. 

“Nothing major,” Soap assures you, though your eyes linger on the bullet hole in his arm. 

“Found this one trying to climb in through the same window,” Rudy explains, nodding towards you. 

“I almost had it,” you laugh, leaning to the side to put your weight on the beam. They don’t miss the way you wince, and it doesn’t take long to notice your right leg is a deep red from the knee up.

“Your leg-”

“Looks worse than it is.” 

Soap doesn’t believe you, but the subject changes to Graves and he lets it go. The four of you settle around the table as the guys formulate their plan for Alejandro’s prison break. You set your palms atop the table, leaning forward to take as much weight off of your leg as you can so you can focus on the conversation. It doesn’t help much, but it helps enough and soon the plan is concrete enough to take action. While Rudy leads Soap to the weapons locker, you take a seat on a nearby box to check the haphazard bandages you’ve wrapped around your thigh.

“You’re staying here.” Soap glances over as Ghost speaks. You laugh quietly, leaning back on your hands to stare up at the man towering over you.

“Leaving me all by my lonesome?” You sound like you’re complaining, but even from a distance Soap can see the relief in your face. Your teasing does little to soothe the stress radiating from Ghost.

“Just-” Ghost lets out a long sigh before dropping his voice so low, Soap can barely hear his words. “Be careful. Please.” You sit up straight, face suddenly serious as you set a gentle hand on Ghost’s wrist.

“For you? Always.”

“Soap, can you grab the rest of the guns?” Soap snaps back to attention, nodding at Rudy and collecting what guns he can. It takes all of two minutes, and when he turns back, Ghost is sorting through papers and you’ve set to properly bandaging your leg. 

-

By the fifth time something happens, Soap is absolutely sure there’s something between you and the Lieutenant. He notices it everytime the two of you are together: the quiet banter, the dark jokes only the two of you enjoy, the way Ghost always seems to hover near where you’re standing. It isn’t until the 141’s every-so-often night out that his suspicions are confirmed. Gaz and Price stepped away for a round of darts ten minutes ago, and now Soap finds himself sitting alone watching you and Ghost talk at the opposite end of the bar.

“You keep staring like that, and they’re going to notice.” Soap chokes on his drink as Price takes a seat next to him, Gaz snickering as he flops down on Soap’s other side and claps him on the back. 

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” Soap coughs out, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but the other end of the bar. Price sees straight through his lie, of course.

“Gaz, why don’t you see if the Doc wants to try a hand at darts?” 

“Sure thing, boss.” Another clap on the back and Gaz is making his way over to you and Ghost. Soap startles as Price leans close and nudges him in the side with his elbow. 

“Keep your eyes on him,” Price whispers, and leans away to sip at his own glass. Soap takes another drink, sneakily glancing up just as Gaz reaches you and Ghost. You smile widely at him, nodding when he gestures towards the darts board. You turn and say something to Ghost before standing from the bar and following after Gaz to the other side of the room. Ghost’s eyes follow you the entire way, never once leaving your form.

“Watches like a hawk, that one,” Price hums, “and I thought he’d be better at subtlety.” Soap turns to his Captain, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“You-” Price shushes him, and nods back towards Ghost. Soap looks back, and they watch as Ghost sets down his empty glass, stands, then makes his way over to you and Gaz. He posts up, leaning against the wall closest to you where you can easily smile at him every time one of your throws lands. 

“Like a lost puppy,” Price laughs.

“What’s the situation there?” Soap asks, glancing back at Price, but all Price can offer is a lazy shrug. 

“Don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s been happening for a long time.”

-

“Alright, just got a couple papers for you to sign and you should be good to go,” you smile, gently turning Soap’s head to examine the area you’ve just pulled his stitches from. 

“Thanks, Doc. ‘Preciate it.” You give a playfully dismissive wave, disappearing behind the dividing curtain. 

“I’ll be right back!” you call and Soap nods, more to himself than you. He glances around at his sterile surroundings, eyes bouncing from the white walls to the white floor to the white bedsheets. The overbed table sits just next to him, though this time there’s no mess of papers scattered atop it. Instead, there sits a single file and after twenty seconds of solid boredom, Soap can’t help himself. 

Lifting from the bottom corner of the file, Soap nearly drops it as he sees your picture clipped to a pile of papers. He looks behind him, pulling the curtain just enough to peer through. He spots you on the far side of the infirmary, waiting patiently at the printer. Letting the curtain fall, he quickly turns back to your file. He flips it open, picking up the paper with your photo attached. It’s an older picture, maybe from three or four years ago, but your smile is still as wide as ever. 

Flipping the picture up reveals almost two entire pages of solid black lines. There’s more redacted information here than Soap has ever seen. Soap skims through what few sentences are available, every so often catching things like SIS and specialty interrogation tactics and a slew of words he never would’ve associated with your cheerful demeanor. He gets to the final page that appears to be a printed copy of the photo and his heart nearly stops as he reads the name written at the bottom and everything clicks together in his head.

Your last name is Riley.

Imagine the sexual that builds between y/n and katsuki when they can't have sex cuz he got seriously injured and needs to heal for a few months

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN PUNISHMENT AND REWARD (2.3k)

— bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS: along with feeling lonely, bored and unappreciated, bakugou is constantly suffering with blue balls.

CONTENTS: horny couple, established relationship, humping, kissing, injured bkg :(, fem reader, she calls him babycakes :)

NOTES: screams. this is a little something!!!! also the title is so dramatic i love it LOL

bakugou hates it here. he sits, propped up by pillows and bound to his bed, not by fluffy handcuffs but instead by the orders of his doctor. he feels like a big baby, punished because he stupidly pulled four muscles and sprained his neck and ankles during his last villain fight. it was a harder fight than he expected but he definitely didn’t expect to have such bad effects. well, that is what happens when he gets slammed through multiple walls but at least he won.

though, it doesn’t feel like it. instead of hearing the praises of his team, even the usual celebratory event he comes home to with you, he’s been banished to rest. he can’t even remember the last time, or if there’s ever been a time he’s been forced to rest for days on end and with the promise of it lasting for months. he’s surrounded by his phone, laptop, ipad, book, sudoku collection, ps5 controller and even his computer bed desk with a puzzle on top.

there are millions of things bakugou would rather do than sit on his sorry ass all day and most of all he’d rather do you. another thing his doctor said for him not to participate until his body has fully recovered. to say it’s been painful is an understatement. he never realised how much he orgasms in a week until he’s no longer allowed. he can’t even get in a position to eat you out and you won’t sit on his face in fear of hurting him so along with feeling lonely, bored and unappreciated, bakugou is constantly suffering with blue balls.

which doesn’t help when you visit him one evening wearing one of his favourite outfits on you. you’re in a cute little dress. one of your casual ones that flow out over your ass making it look soft with thin straps that show how smooth your shoulders are. it’s coated in tiny little flowers and he knows you’re only wearing it to run errands because you don’t dress it up. barely any makeup and only your essential pieces of jewellery are on. you’ve got his name dangling around his neck and now he’s thinking about what you both did last time you wore a similar outfit.

he’s already humming when he lets you in his apartment, about to lean down and kiss the shit outta you for looking so pretty on his doorstep but instead he meets a hand in his face.

“the fuck? you know i’m injured—,”

“exactly katsuki! so why are you walking around? you’re supposed to be in bed resting. where’s your nurse?”

you’re sliding a hand behind his back and holding his other hand as you guide him back to his room like an old man. 

“i’m not an old man, i can walk fine,” though he still lets you take him into his prison with all his hobbies and memory foam bed, “and i let her go. fuckin’ weird having a stranger in my house and she never did shit right. couldn’t make my tea right, the ratio of meat to veg was off and she kept offering to rub my feet. my fuckin’ feet are fine.”

you fluff up the pillows on his bed and slowly begin to lower your boyfriend back into bed, “okay okay big boy.” you coo and bakugou eats up the attention, sliding back under his bed sheets with an annoyed pout. he watches you hover around his bed, tidying up his controllers and books and placing them on his nightstand. 

“wish you could be my nurse. wearing one of those black and white short lil dresses,” he chuckles, before wincing slightly, rubbing a palm across his stomach. 

you cock an eyebrow at him, “that’s a maid uniform idiot,” but all the same you walk over to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “i’ll think about getting one. depends if you behave during your recovery,” you perch your ass beside him, sneaking your hand under his black vest to rub circles on his stomach.

the motion soothes katsuki, and has him blinking slowly like a cat that’s comfortable with its owner. he places his palm on your thigh, squeezing it roughly.

“i miss you so much,” he groans so harshly that if anyone else was listening he’d sound annoyed or aggravated. honestly, he sort of is but it’s because he loves you so much and you’re coming over to see him, sitting on his bed and looking so angelic. even rubbing his stomach with the knowledge it calms him down.

you snort, “you saw me two days ago and i called you yesterday. we even texted in the morning like we do every day.”

you turn to face him, sitting on your legs as he grunts unimpressed. “no, not like that. but you should be comin’ over more. your boyfriend is half broken, all lonely and bored here.”

you playfully pout at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly. everything’s been soft with him recently and he’s bored of it. “i’m sorry babycakes. you have me for the rest of the evening though?”

bakugou huffs like that possibly can’t be enough. “i want more, pretty girl. i need more of you,” he moans, sliding his hand under your chin and pulling you to his lips. you let him, getting caught in the sweet sensation. a single peck becomes another and another before you’re completely lost in him, not even noticing how he manoeuvres your body on top. thighs straddling his waist as your hands rest at his shoulders.

you part your lips for a moment to breathe and to his surprise it’s you whispering, “it’s been so long, ‘ki.” your lips are back on his, fingers sinking into his overgrown undercut as his tongue strokes against yours.

katsuki groans loudly, his hands playing with your ass cheeks as you hold yourself over him to not rest any weight. “so fuckin’ long. sit on me baby, lemme feel you.” 

you brush your lips against each other’s before knocking your forehead into his. “b-but your doctor. you still have three weeks and five days.”

his breath fans out onto your face when he laughs, his hands smoothing over the backs of your thighs, “someone’s been countin’? thought you became immune to me.”

you shake your head, his ruby eyes fixated on yours. you bite back a grin, “of course not. i’ve been going home to my vibrator after being around you.”

bakugou’s never hated your toys, in fact, he quite enjoys tag teaming with them to use on you. but you’re coming when he can’t? and right after seeing him? this must be hell.

“that’s fuckin’ evil,” he bites, “you’re goin’ home to fuck yourself while i’m not allowed to even nut. you don’t even let me finger you.”

you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his nose, “because then you get horny and give me the eyes you’re giving me right now. you know i can’t say no to those eyes.” 

bakugou grins, his teeth white and sharp. slowly, he pushes you by your thighs to perch on his hips, “then don’t. won’t kill me if you sit on my dick. i won’t even do any work.”

you sniff, the feeling of sitting on his lower stomach between your legs making you feel hot without any friction. “i don’t wanna hurt you though.”

he shakes his head. this is the closest he’s come to fucking you for weeks. you’ve stayed clear from all his advances and practically kept things platonic. he’s wearing you down like melting butter, careful squeezes in your squishy thighs. “you fuckin’ me won’t be worse than getting body slammed through six walls.” and you shake your head, “i still haven’t even got my reward for that, pretty.”

he’s using your horniness against you, hitting you logically, flexing his biceps for you visually and even physically, pushing you back to perch right on his hard dick. he rests between your folds, just as thick as your dreams. you could rock back and forth if you wanted. that wouldn’t hurt him?

“oh babycakes,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut to find some sense of self-control. but when you open them back up, he’s pulled his tank top all the way up so you can see his bare chest. he’s still too sore to take it off completely in this position but he’s not going to tell you that just yet. his brown nipples are perked, tits heavy with his golden abs right there. you bite down on your lip and flick your eyes up to his glowing red ones. “you need to tell me if i hurt you okay? promise katsuki.”

your eyes are glossy, lips bruised and puffy. your dress strap has fallen off your shoulder and your skirt sits high on your thighs from the position he’s got you in. you’re gorgeous, so fucking pretty he feels a shoot of anger for the villain that’s kept you away from him for so long, “yeah, i promise. fuckin’ promise you anything, pretty.”

you know how to work yourself on him like second nature. your hands take place on his chest as light as possible to hold yourself as you slowly roll your thinly veiled clit over his clothed cock. he hits all the right spots without even trying, your head throwing back with a high, “oh f-fuck.” serotonin shoots through your veins, your lower stomach firing up at the pleasure. 

“baby, you gonna let me get my—,” though he’s interrupted when you whine louder, picking up the pace over his dick.

bakugou’s caught up in it too. it’s not his fault he’s all pent up after a month. some friction from your clothed pussy and he’s already ready to nut. you’re like kids, too nervous to work out how to actually fuck. but he won’t lie, there’s nothing like humping in adulthood. so desperate to get off after a month that you can’t even remove your clothes. 

“shit baby, you’re gonna make me—,” he grunts but he gets cut off by his own groan. “can’t believe after a-a fuckin’ month… i’m gonna nut from you humpin’ me.”

now both your straps have fallen, your tits on the verge of falling out. every rut of your hips and he can see a flash of nipple. the sweetest caramelised whines fall from your lips, your knees clenching around his hips that you’ve forgotten all about not trying to hurt him. 

large hands squeeze at your ass and katsuki’s fighting the urge not to fuck up into you because his lower back is still so sore. he bites his lip, mumbling a long line of incoherent, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“baby i’m going to—,” you begin and he knows he’s lost you. your mouth slings open, eyes squeezed shut as you rock your hips with speed. your thighs clench and electricity whips through your body down to your fingertips. you can’t remember the last time you’ve come from only humping. even last week when you used your pillow, you had to use your dildo which is nothing like katsuki afterwards to scratch your itch. 

you’ve barely come to your senses yet when a hand slides to the back of your neck. “kiss me,” bakugou mumbles, staring at your lips. you barely have time to react, settling your hands by his head to slot your lips against his.

once your tongue brushes against yours, he’s a goner. katsuki’s body shakes under his orgasm, moaning against your lips as it will somehow cover how loud he is. it never does, but you love drinking up his sounds. he keeps you moving on top of him to ride out his high, shooting all over his underwear and shorts. 

you tug at his hair as your tongue swirls against his and finally when you feel him calm down under you, you pull away, wiping at the string of spit connecting you both. with an extra peck for good luck, you roll off him to catch a breath, your skirt flipped up to show your damp underwear and his equally damp shorts.

“oh shit baby,” he chuckles breathlessly, ignoring the stickiness on his legs and letting his hormone levels back to normal. slowly opening his eyes, he reaches over, tapping where you should be to find you languidly sitting up. you’re looking over him, pulling down his tank top, “what’re lookin’ for?”

“i didn’t hurt you did i? don’t lie,” you ask, massaging his thighs but katsuki just pulls your arm for you to face him.

“you’d be a good maid, y’know? sure you’re not lookin’ for another job, baby?”

“katsuki, i’m serious,” you whine, but he just yanks you back into his arms. you’re tired after your orgasm so it doesn’t take much for you to crawl into him.

“so am i and i’m good. fuckin’ perfect. any amount of pain would be worth it to feel you on top of me,” he feels you mumble against him but he ignores you, “we didn’t even fuck so that doesn’t count. you still owe me.”

“owe you what?”

“my congratulatory fuck. the one we would have had if they didn’t fuckin’ drag me straight to the hospital.” he curses and you bring your hand back to his stomach to rub slow circles again. 

you laugh and bakugou peers down at you, “when your last month’s up i’ll wear that maid costume you were going on about. how’s that sound?” 

your lover grunts, sliding his eyes shut, “babe, why did you have to put the image in my head?” his grip tightens around your waist, “i already came in my pants and i’m already up to go again.”

“oh babycakes.”

I have some thoughts for Ari. I'm seeing a big guy that doesn't talk much around anyone else, but somehow you disarm him enough that he does talk to you. Biker, mob enforcer or some other job in which he's scary to most everyone but kind, sweet, and thoughtful for you. Nobody would believe you if you told them what he's like around you. He's always looking for new ways to take care of you.

omg i'm so excited to make my ari debut.

Walnut Handshakes

18+

As a group of bounty hunters, you travel the country tracking down the scum of society. It's a tough job, and Ari's a tough leader - but when he's alone with you, he can drop the big, scary front and be himself.

Content Warning: Bounty Hunter!Ari x Reader, mature themes, semi-secret relationship, fluff, smut (soft!dom!ari x bratty!sub!reader, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, praise kink)

The flickering fireplace keeps the small pub warm, making the cold night somewhat bearable. The company helps, too, making anywhere feel like home with their familiar voices and knowing smiles. It's a rough job and a rougher life, but having a group of like-minded souls to call your family helps you through nights like this one.

If a stranger passed by and happened to take a glance, he probably wouldn't have much to say on the dynamics of your family. To him, it'd look like a mismatched crowd of criminals and societal outcasts, banding together to share a few drinks. He wouldn't notice the safety you feel when Mikael hands you a beer. The warmth that envelops you when Tucker tosses you the last of the edibles.

And he sure as shit wouldn't notice the love in Ari's fleeting glances, because sometimes not even you notice. The others definitely don't, though it's no secret that you and Ari belong to one another.

It's an unspoken fact that you're together, even though you rarely ever show it publicly. As the unofficial leader of the gang, Ari likes to keep an air of fear around him. Says it makes it easier for the others to respect him, and having his arm around you or kissing your hand won't exactly help his tough image.

They don't see the tenderness with which he treats you, and they could never imagine it. Hanson would probably have a heart attack if he ever heard the desperate whines of a post-orgasm Ari, begging you to cuddle him to sleep. Mikael would shit himself if he heard how fluently his cousin spouts poems of love with his dirty mouth.

"We got a biggun tomorrow," Kanika announces lowly as she leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Gonna get a lot of money if we bring this guy in alive. That means no lethal force."

"Nik's right," Ari says with a stoic face. "That's why I'm sending in Dice and Y/N alone."

You're slightly surprised by the news. It's difficult for Ari to involve you on missions, let alone on ones he isn't planning on attending himself, but you're pleasantly surprised that he took your argument last week seriously about being too protective over you and treating you like a real member of the group rather than just his girl. Glancing over at Dice, you give her a nod and she smiles back at you. She's the newest member of the family, and the youngest, but she's also the only one who knows her way around every computer system in the world.

"What do you need us to do?" You ask Ari, raising a brow at him from where you're sitting opposite him at the circular table.

After a few minutes pass, you sigh, lightly tapping your finger against the side of your beer. Hoping Ari notices, you sit back, clearing your throat before repeating the subtle action.

"Kripke visits the aquarium every Thursday at 1pm. That's where we're gonna bag him," Kanika informs you. "You and Dice will pose as workers, and I'm sure you can figure out a way to get him into the back in your van. You're smart women."

"And I don't want a repeat of what happened in Michigan," Ari says sternly with a glare, looking around the table at everyone. "You're all competent, so I don't want a single fuckin' mistake tomorrow, from any of you. You hear me?"

The group of nod and a few of the others mumble their agreements, none of you willing to meet his dark eyes. Even you don't look up from the table, knowing it's best not to try and calm him down in front of the others.

"We should head back to the motel," He says gruffly, sitting up. "Get some sleep."

Biting back your smile, you push your chair back while the others lowly agree, standing up and finishing off their beers. You put down your empty bottle before stretching your arms, exhausted after your long day of travelling.

"Are you scared?" Dice questions you as the group of you exit the bar and begin to walk down the sidewalk. "Because I am."

Laughing softly, you brush your arm against hers. "You have nothing to worry about, D. You'll be with me," You assure her. "We'll be in and out of there with Kripke in no time."

The walk to the motel is brief, and soon you're all standing outside the rooms, saying goodnight.

"I'll see you the morning," Dice tells you with a smile, before disappearing to her room.

"Good night, everyone! Love ya!" Tucker calls out with a grin, earning an eye-roll from Ari as he enters his room.

You walk over to Ari and hold your hand out to him, while Kanika and Mikael say goodbye. Ari puts his hand in yours and you wrap your fist around his thumb, before shaking it up and down. That's the furthest he'll go with touching you in public, but you love your walnut handshakes.

"Why do you call me that?" He asked you bluntly one night over a year and a half ago, months before he admitted to having feelings for you.

"Because you're my walnut," You told him coyly, making his eyes roll. With a sigh, you slid down the bench until your thigh touched his. Turning to him, you smiled. "Muhammed Ali classified people into fruits and nuts. Pomegranates are people who are hard on the outside, and hard on the inside. You like to think that you're a pomegranate, but you're not. Walnuts are hard on the outside, soft on the inside. That's you. My walnut."

He let out a grunt as his brows furrowed. "Don't call me that," He ordered you sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Levinson?" You asked him teasingly, taking his hand. Ari tried to pull out of your grip, admittedly not that hard, but you clinged onto his thumb, shaking it up and down with an accomplished grin. "Now we have our own handshake, walnut."

"Shut up," He huffed before pulling his hand out of yours and storming off.

"Good night, guys," Mikael calls out to you both while Ari leads you into your shared motel room.

The second the door shuts behind him, Ari pulls you in by your waist and plants his lips on yours in a deep kiss. He kisses you and his kiss tells you that he missed you all day; missed having you close, missed touching you inappropriately, missed clinging onto you. His wandering hands tell you that he's been fighting a boner for the last three hours watching you drink and dance in that bar, doing his best not to stare at you so obviously.

"Ari," You whimper into his mouth as he presses your body to his, making you feel hot and frustrated.

He pulls away from the kiss, cupping your cheeks in his big, rough hands. His blue eyes shine into yours, and for the first time all day, he smiles. "Hi, baby."

You can't help but giggle, still shy even after all this time together. "Hi, Ari," You reply with a mumble, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"C'mere," He mutters, taking your hand and leading you over to the bed. The two of you sit down and he reaches into the nightstand, from where he pulls out a small box.

"What is it?" You ask excitedly as he hands it to you.

"Open it," Ari whispers, pulling you onto his lap.

With a racing heart, you open the black box to see a gorgeous gold necklace with the letter A hanging in the middle. You beam at him, immediately wrapping your arms tightly around him. "I love it! I love you!" You exclaim, pulling away to look back down at it. "Put it on me!"

He happily does so, smiling widely as he closes the clasp around your neck, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

"Why did you get me it?" You inquire. "You know you don't need to buy me gifts."

His eyes meet yours and he pulls you closer. "It's been a year," He reveals with a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat. "It has?" You ask, feeling nauseous.

"You don't remember," Ari says with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby."

"It's just... you never officially asked me to be your girlfriend or anything. It just... happened," You say with a confused frown.

"So, you thought we'd never have an anniversary?" He questions you with a raised brow.

You let out a breathy scoff. "What date are you even going off of?" You ask him.

He cups your cheek and gives you a soft kiss. "A year ago, on this day, May 10th, is when we first said I love you."

Taken aback, your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Really," He confirms.

"And you remembered, walnut?" You ask, bewildered.

"Of course I remembered, nutcracker," He chuckles. "I'll never forget. Best day of my life."

You pout. "I didnt get you anything."

"And you don't ever need to. You are more than enough," Ari tells you earnestly, before a smirk grows on his lips. "But I did want something."

"Yeah?" You ask expectantly.

"I'm not much of a jewellery guy, though, so I just..." He trails off before unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Then, he shows you his right arm. Just below his shoulder is a tattoo of your name, under which is a tattooed drawing of your eyes.

Your hand flies up to your mouth as you gasp, taking in the sight. Ari has a few pieces of ink spattered across his arms and body, but never did you imagine he'd get anything for you.

"Ari," You whisper, utterly baffled. "How did... when did you get that?"

"This morning while you were out for your run with Tucker," He informs you proudly. "I went with Hanson."

You can hardly take your eyes off the gorgeous ink, absolutely delighted by it. Feeling closer to him than ever, and feeling guilty for not having got him anything in return, you hold his face in your hands and look at him seriously. "Ari," You begin lowly. "You can put it in my ass tonight."

He laughs heartily at that, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed before getting on top of you. "As incredible as that sounds, baby, you have a big day tomorrow and I don't want you being too sore," He tells you before his eyes darken. "So tonight, I'm gonna bury myself in that sweet little pussy of yours. She's much better at taking my thick cock."

You bite your lip at his words, instinctively spreading your legs apart for him to lay in between. Ari gives your neck a kiss while he unbuttons your loose shirt and gently takes it off of you.

"I love you so much," He mumbles as he reaches under you to open your bra clasp one-handed before pulling it off. "Let me show you how much, baby."

Your arms stretch up above your body as you allow him full access to you, trusting him to treat you well. He pulls down your shorts and your panties come down with them, making him grin as his eyes darken.

"Already so wet for me, bunny," Ari growls, lowering down until his face is between your legs. He lightly kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your back arch with anticipation. "Be patient for me, my pretty girl. Let daddy take his time with you."

"Ari, I swear to God," You whine, bucking your hips up. "Don't be such a fuckin' tease."

Chuckling, Ari runs his tongue between your wet folds. The taste of you drives him insane and he can't help but dive right in, suckling on your throbbing clit. One of his hands reach up to your chest, where he runs the pads of his fingers over your hard nipple before pulling and twisting it. His other hand joins his mouth in playing with your pussy as his fingers find your tight hole before gently pushing their way in.

"Oh, daddy," You cry, pulling on his silky hair. "Just like that."

He lowers his tongue to you entrance and fucks into you with it, his nose brushing against your clit. His bright eyes are on you; watching as you come undone for him. It doesn't take long for the pressure to build up within your core, making you pull on his hair harder.

"Don't fuckin' stop," You demand desperately as your legs shake around him. "Don't stop, daddy."

And he doesn't. He brings his thumb up to rub your clit faster while eating your sweet pussy, groaning against you. The vibrations of his low voice send you over the edge and with a loud moan, you're cumming all over his face.

"Mmm, that's it," He growls, continuing to lap up your juices. "My good girl."

Once you're convulsing at his touch, Ari gives you a break and crawls back up to you, smiling down at you before giving you a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it glides across yours, stroking and feeling it.

"Ari," You mumble with a tinge of frustration.

"What is it, bunny?" He mumbles with an arrogant smirk.

"Come on," You whine, pulling on the hem of his jeans.

"What do you want, hmm?" He asks you teasingly. "Tell me."

"Stop being difficult," You complain with a pout. "Just give it to me."

"Stop being such a brat, then," Ari says firmly, taking hold of your chin. "Come on, baby. It's only me. Tell me what you want from me."

A whimper leaves your mouth, but you know he can last longer than you in this game. So, you give in. "I want your cock," You whisper.

"And where do you want it, bunny?" He murmurs as his lips brush against yours.

"In- in my pussy," You say coyly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He smiles, giving you a kiss. "See? Was that so bad?"

"You're so annoying," You huff, pushing his chest.

"What was that? You don't want me to fuck you tonight?" Ari asks with a frown. "You don't wanna feel my cum deep inside you?"

"No, daddy, I'm sorry," You drag out, as much as it pains you.

He lets out a content sigh, grinning at your words. "Such an adorable little bunny. See how easy it is to be a good girl?" He asks you with a raised brow. "Good girls get fucked real nice, and you know what bad girls get?"

You shake your head.

"Bad girls get spanked and sent to bed," He tells you through a clenched jaw.

Your eyes light up at the prospect of getting spanks, but he narrows his eyes at you.

"Don't get any funny ideas, dummy," Ari warns you. "Remember last time I sent you to sleep with a sore ass and a wet pussy? You didn't talk to me for three days."

"Because you didn't let me cum!" You shoot.

"Because you were being a bad girl," He adds coldly. "Now, you wanna know how tonight's gonna go?"

Silently, you nod.

"Tonight, you're gonna be daddy's good little bunny, and you're gonna bounce on my cock until we both cum," He tells you lowly. "I'm gonna treat you real nice. But only if you're a good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?"

With a smile, you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. "I can be a good girl, daddy," You promise sweetly.

He strokes your cheek, smiling warmly back at you. "That's my beautiful girl. C'mon. My cock's nice and hard for you."

You open his belt buckle and pull it off, before unzipping his jeans and tugging them off of his legs, along with his boxers. His cock twitches in mid-air, hard and leaking with pre-cum. You take hold of the base and sit on it, teasingly rubbing it between your folds.

"Fuck, baby," Ari groans. "You're so fuckin' wet. Put me inside."

You shiver as his shaft brushes against your clit, and take a deep breath before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock, wincing once he's fully in and your thighs are resting on his waist.

He shudders, before reaching up to cup your face. "You okay, baby?" He asks you with a whisper.

"Y- yeah," You say after a few seconds, your eyes fluttering shut as you get used to his invasion. His cock is deep inside you, stretching you out and brushing against your cervix with every breath you take.

Once you're ready, you slowly lift your hips up before coming back down, making him groan. "Oh, that's it," Ari groans. "That's my girl, keep going."

You eventually build up a rhythm once the pleasure overtakes the pain and discomfort of his thick cock, riding him as your tits bounce. His hands rest on your waist and he thrusts his hips up every so often, fucking into you hard as his eyes roll back.

"That's my good bunny," He grunts, reaching up to play with your tits. "Such a good girl for daddy."

You moan at his praise, getting off on his sweet words. Your fingers brush over his tattoo and a wide smile grows on your lips as your heart blooms.

"Ari?" You begin, leaning down and cupping his cheeks.

He picks up the slack, wrapping his arms around your waist and thrusting up into you as his eyes burn into yours. "Yeah, baby?"

"I love you," You whisper, moaning when he hits your g-spot. "Fuck, I love you so much, walnut."

"Baby," He whispers through a drunken grin. "I love you. So, so fucking much."

"Yeah?" You ask as his thrusts get faster, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. "How much, Ari?"

"More than- fuck, more than anything," He promises as he fucks you harder. "Cum with me, baby, cum with me."

"I'm so close," You cry, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm cumming, daddy."

"That's it, that's it," He grunts as he feels you clench around his cock. Seconds later, his cum shoots inside you as his voice becomes weak desperate. "Fuck, I love you, bunny, I love you, I love you."

You fall forward, resting your head on his chest while he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts, shuddering with each one. After a few moments afterglow bliss, he slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper.

He kisses the top of your head and gently strokes your back. "I love you," He repeats softly.

"I love you more, walnut," You reply weakly, hugging him tight. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, baby," Ari mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. "Here's to a million more."

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Pairing. Gojo, Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami x Fem!Reader (Separately)

Rating. NSFW/ Explicit

WC. 1.3k+

CW/ TW. Single-Parent Reader, Domestic Softness, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Pet Names (ex. Dove, Baby), Almost getting caught, All Characters Aged-Up (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

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M. List

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 is a grown child himself sometimes, so he most likely has zero problems getting along with your daughter.

He calls her princess, and one day you walk into the living room to find your daughter putting clips in Satoru's platinum hair and unicorn stickers on his face. It's cute, and you secretly take a picture to make it your lock screen on your phone.

Most days, you have to cook or else those two will eat nothing but sweets all day. But on the days he does try to make dinner, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for your daughter to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

He probably develops a breeding kink because he wants more little you's running around the house—and you shiver when he tells you this while you're washing dishes, pressing himself along your back so you can feel how hard he is.

Satoru has your wrists pinned above your head, biting at your breasts greedily, his thrusts rough and needy. He's pretty sure you're both going to have carpet burns later, but his head is too gone to care.

He nuzzles the side of your face, hips brushing against your clit every time he presses his cock into you: "You gonna take all my cum in this tight cunt and make it mine, yeah?"

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 is more shocked by the fact you have twins and less about you actually having kids.

It's no surprise that they're as drawn to his sunny personality as you are, both of them constantly vying for his attention. He takes the twins to the zoo and buys them new plushies for their bed—he even takes care of them when you're sick or stressed from work.

He has no issue considering the twins his and even lights up when someone points out how he makes a good father.

One thing he does lack, however, is subtlety.

You whine about moving to the bedroom when he decides to pull your small sleep shorts to the side and impale you on his achy length. His grip on your hips is gentle compared to the unforgiving pace of his thrusts below you, the couch groaning in protest.

"Shh, it's okay, baby." He presses a messy kiss to your lips. "They're sleeping. Now keep riding my cock."

And it's almost a close call when he cums with an animalistic groan, and you barely miss the sound of a door squeaking open upstairs before you throw the blanket over both of you.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 is probably super awkward—the type that's never wanted kids, and yet he knew that you and your daughter were a package deal when he met you.

This doesn't stop him from hating the fact that every time he leaves his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos, or that he can't eat anything without a small hand reaching out for his food.

Eventually, he warms up to the idea, and affectionately calls your daughter brat—he'll even go as far as begrudgingly making her chocolate pancakes and watching cheesy cartoons to appease the little tyrant.

Although you try to stifle your smile when you come home from work to find him and your daughter curled up next to him, equally invested in whatever cartoon is playing on the TV.

He most likely still gets annoyed that he has to be more cautious about when and where he fucks you. He'll hold you down against the mattress if you're too loud, pushing your face into the comforter to cover up your little moans.

"If you make any more noise, you'll wake the brat," he hisses into your ear, though, smirking when you barely contain a sob each time his cock slides deeper.

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 most likely doesn't know what to do. After all, he didn't exactly have the best role model growing up.

He doesn't know what four-year-olds are interested in and probably bores your kid to sleep whenever he starts talking about mundane adult topics. You call it a gift because your son never takes naps for you—but really, he knows you're only saying that to make him feel better.

His first win is when he takes your son to the beach, and after a long day, the little boy cuddles up in his lap on the couch with soft snores muffled against his shoulder.

Megumi looks up at you in shock, and you can't help the little giggle that escapes your lips at the cute picture they make.

However, he gets super embarrassed when your son nearly walks in on him railing you into the mattress, and he practically knocks you off the bed in his haste to cover up.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 is definitely made to be a dad and adjusts pretty easily when you and your son move in with him.

He lets the little boy sit on his lap while drinking coffee and reading the paper in the morning. During the week, he picks him up and drops him off at daycare and packs lunches for the three of you.

You would have never expected the silent and very intimidating man to be so good with kids.

Your son also seems to be just as smitten with him that he often asks for Nanami when he thinks there are monsters in his closet—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock.

He lets the boy sleep between you most nights because he's usually too tired to get up. But on the nights when he tucks the boy back into his bed, you can't stop yourself from straddling his lap and pawing at his stiff cock through his boxers.

"Want you," you whine, freeing him from his underwear.

He grunts when you slide his heavy cock through your messy folds, and you whimper—teary-eyed.

"Dove, you're going to wake the baby." Though he hardly follows his own warning when he releases a feral groan as you slowly sink down until you feel like there's no more room in your swollen pussy for him to go.

His hands come up to dig into your hips, helping you grind back and forth. "My good girl," he mutters, watching your folds split around him. "You're gonna take the whole thing, aren't you?"

Then he thrusts up until the last inch is nestled in your tight, wet cunt.

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