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Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader
★ In My Bone Marrow
"I love my daddy, of course we're still together."
— Lana Del Rey / "White Feather Hawktail Deer Hunter"
Summary: Arthur Morgan loved Mary Linton, once upon a time—but loving him was never the hard part.
You, her younger sister, take to it easy. Too easy.
Maybe that's your mistake. Maybe it's the reason he finds himself coming back to you time and time again the way he does tonight.
One thing's for certain: he's yours, and letting him go? Well—that just ain't on offer.
★ pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader / reader POV
★ warnings: 18+ smut (mdni), implied age gap, dry humping, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v sex, light praise
★ word count: ~2.5k
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Thinking about Simon being obsessed with watching you cook. Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader
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Ever since Simon came home from deployment, he’s been clinging to you constantly. “Missed you, lovie,” he’d tell you, trying to justify his constant hold on you. Sure, you thought it was cute, this big military man clinging onto you like some kind of koala, but his intentions weren’t always as innocent as they seemed.
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The day had begun to wind down, the sky painted in an ombré of colors as it set, the chitter chatter from the TV spreading into the kitchen. You’ve cooked everyday since Simon came home, enjoying the comfort of another filled seat at the dinner table.
There you stood, mincing up a garlic clove for the pasta dish you decided to make tonight. The faint bubbling from the pot on the stove filled your ears as you turned your gaze to it, pouring the rigatoni pasta into the boiling water.
A soft patter of feet could be heard against the tile floor of the kitchen; it could only be one person. The warmth of a strong chest pressed against your back, hands wrapping around your waist gently, nudging you back to him. “Whatcha making tonight?” He murmured out by your ear, his gruff voice only sounding raspier from the low tone.
“I’m just making some pasta, s’all,” you said, moving back over the cutting board on the counter, his large stature slightly restricting your movement. Your movement seemed to make his grip grow tighter on you, one of your elbows nudging back against his bicep. “I can’t cook when you’re holding onto me like this, Si,” you said with a huff of a laugh.
He seemed to ignore your words, his face burying in the crook of your neck, stubble scratching against your skin. “You’re just s’gorgeous,” he breathed out against your skin, his large hands moving down to grip the plush skin on your hips. “Simon,” you said softly, head leaning over a bit, enjoying the feel of his breath on your skin. “What’s wrong, hm?” He questioned quietly at your call of his name, his chapped lips pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on your neck. “Just wanna watch y’cook, s’all,” he breathed out against your skin, his words clearly far from the truth.
You decided to try and ignore his soft touches, beginning to mince up the rest of the garlic clove from earlier. His kisses only got more insistent, teeth nipping gently at your skin, his tongue soothing over the skin afterward. “Simon, I can’t,” you began, dropping the knife back down onto the cutting board. “M’sorry, can’t help it when ya looking so good in here,” he said gruffly, one of his calloused hands coming up to paw at one of your breasts over the fabric of your t-shirt. The feeling of something hard was pressing insistently against the small of your back, what could that be? causing your cheeks to only flush a deeper shade of pink.
“Simon,” you breathed out at his touch, head leaning back against him, eyes fluttering closed. He couldn’t help but grin against your skin, moving his face up by yours, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Think the pasta’s done, love,” he said softly, pulling away from you, and walking back into the living room.
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Another one of my old posts, love this one so much oml
maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time
Thinking about how sweet Leon would be to you. Leon Kennedy x fem!reader 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
You and Leon were invited to an upcoming party. In advance, you ordered a dress to wear. One that you thought would be quite flattering. Ordering clothes online could sometimes be difficult, and dresses were especially difficult sometimes. Would you need to size up, down, or stay at your normal size? It was difficult to determine, and sizing charts didn't seem to be helpful most of the time. Your package has arrived in the mail. Upon opening it, you absolutely knew that it wouldn't fit. Of course, Leon wanted to see it, though.
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Tugging the dress on, it surprisingly fit, yet it was...quite snug. You dreaded seeing yourself in the mirror, but you never know, it could look alright. Walking over to the full-length mirror situated in the corner of your shared bedroom, you gazed over your body. The dress had a scoop neck that was quite flattering, and thin sleeves that made it quite comfortable. The proportions seemed a bit off, though, you knew you shouldn't have ordered from that website. The bust of the dress was quite restricting. Your breasts felt smooshed against your chest, almost felt like a corset, yet it made your cleavage look good. The skirt of the dress was flowy and pretty, yet you couldn't help but feel so exposed from the bust of it.
You sighed as you struggled to take the fabric off, tugging it off with a huff as you tossed it onto the bed. Putting your pajamas back on, you walked into the living room, sitting on the couch beside Leon, gaze moving to the TV. "My dress came," you said simply, gazing over at Leon. "Hm, did you try it on? It looked pretty in the pictures you showed me," he replied softly, his blue eyes turning to look at you. Your head shook at his words, speaking with a light laugh, "Oh my gosh, no, I should've ordered a bigger size." His eyes widened a bit at your words, his hand giving a light squeeze to your thigh. "When did you try it on? You should've shown me," he said with a faint smile on his lips.
"Leon, it's so bad, I can't," you said with a laugh, the thought of putting the dress back on not being very appealing. "Come on, baby, I'm sure it looks good; go put it on for me," he said softly. His soft words and smile on his face made it hard to say no. Begrudgingly, you stood up from the couch, almost stomping back to the bedroom. You tugged the too-tight dress back on, gazing over yourself in the mirror, a flush spreading across your cheeks at the thought of how Leon would possibly react. You crossed your arms over your chest as you walked back out to the living room, standing in front of Leon, a small frown plastered onto your expression.
"I love the color, it looks so good on you," he says with a faint smile, his blue eyes raking down your figure. "Move your hands, lemme see you," he says, his fingers motioning to your crossed arms. Letting your arms fall by your sides, a flush spread across your face. His eyes widened as he took in the whole dress, seeing how the bust accentuated your figure. "Gimme a spin," he says, his voice a bit gruff as his tongue comes out to wet his lips. You spun in a quick circle, the skirt of the dress flowing out a bit. "I don't know if you should be wearing that to the party," he says, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip. "I know, that's what I told you, it doesn't look good," you said with a huff. "No, no, no- it looks too good," he quickly said, standing from the couch. "So pretty," he said gruffly, his hands coming to gently rest on your waist. "I think it's too much," you murmured, one of your hands motioning at your chest. "I think you look gorgeous," he blurts out quickly, hands running down your waist, giving your hips a light squeeze over the fabric.
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wrote this earlier this year and I really like how it turned out 😛
Thinking about Simon loving back scratches. Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader ⋆˚࿔
It was just another regular night, you and Simon had been lounging on the couch watching TV. A yawn escapes your lips, giving a final squeeze to his hand before standing up from the couch. He knew what that meant: you were tired.
“M’gonna finish this episode, love,” he said softly to you as you walked out of the living room, an “ok,” leaving your lips in reply as you walked to your shared bedroom. You made your way to the bathroom, dragging a makeup wipe across your face, getting any remnants of makeup off of your skin.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you rubbed your eyes, relishing the rare sensation since your lashes were usually coated in mascara. You dragged a damp washcloth across your face, the warm sensation soothing over your skin. Soft footsteps against the carpet could be heard as you rubbed moisturizer onto your face, hearing Simon plop down onto the bed.
Turning off the bathroom light, you headed back into the bedroom, rummaging through your dresser for some pajamas. Grabbing an oversized shirt, his shirt and a pair of shorts, you discarded your other set of clothes into the hamper.
“Nice view,” a gruff voice spoke from behind you as you slipped on the shorts. You huffed out a laugh at his words, slipping on the t-shirt before making your way over to sit down on the other side of the bed. “Y’look good in this,” he said quietly, his calloused hand gripping lightly on the edge of the t-shirt.
“Thanks, Si,” you replied, watching as he released the fabric and rolled over onto his stomach. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the sight, amused at his actions. “That's how you’re sleeping?” You questioned teasingly, seeing his head turn to the side to look at you. “Back’s itching, could you scratch it a bit?” He said, his voice slightly muffled from the sheets.
He spoke so casually, as if this was the first time to ask you of this favor. You moved over, sitting down on your knees as your hand began to scratch slowly along his shoulders. You could see how his muscles tensed under your touch, hearing him let out a faint groan.
“Seems like I do this every night now,” you said softly, nails continuing to scratch slowly along his skin. “Yeah? S’nothing wrong with that,” he murmured out quietly, eyes fluttering closed. “You got some kinda weird rash going on back here or something?” You asked jokingly, hearing him let out a faint chuckle at your words.
“Your hands feel good, so soft,” he murmured quietly, your hand moving lower, scratching down his spine gently. You smiled softly at his words, your other hand going up to run through his short blond hair, fingers playing with the strands by the base of his neck. “Is-“ you were cut off by a loud snore erupting from his throat, seems like you put him to sleep.
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Hope y'all enjoy this re-upload of this writing that I did earlier this year! I've decided to try and get back into it as I really did use to enjoy it :)
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Leon Kennedy - RE9: Requiem (2026) dev. Capcom
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