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♡ ghost + reader — smut — 794 wc

tags. dom!ghost, praise, degrading, (light) choking warnings. cheating!, ghost is possessive, cucking, not proofread reader. afab, no gendered terms, gn pronouns (very min usage) note. i cannot defend myself w this,, also hello this is my first fic on here :3 pls enjoy !!

ghost fucking hated it when you brought up the rat that you call your boyfriend.

not once had he ever heard a single positive thing about the guy fall from your lips, yet you've been with him for nearly two years. you were always complaining about him, and ghost was sure that you'd deny time off half the time because it meant you had to go home to him.

ghost knew you were deprived. of touch, of affection, of sex. it wasn't hard to tell, truthfully — he knew you well enough.

that's probably why it hadn't been too hard for ghost to get you into bed with him. he practically begged you to let him fuck you, which he knew would be a hit on his ego later on when he came back to his senses. but right now, he doesn't care.

here you are, underneath him as he bullies his thick cock into your tight cunt, quivering and writhing below him as you near your fourth orgasm. he'd made you cum once from just his fingers, twice from his tongue; he knew he'd have you turned into a shivering puddle of whimpers before he even let himself think about cumming.

he wraps his hand around your throat loosely as he fucks into you, each thrust making a shockwave of overstimulating pleasure rip through your body.

"fuck," he growls lowly. "you feel s'fucking good on my cock, lovie... so fuckin' tight, huh?" his grip tightens almost imperceptibly as he groans, adjusting his hips to hit your sensitive spots just right. "look so pretty stuffed full of me, baby."

his movements slow just a bit when he hears your phone ringing on the bed, and he rustles through the sheets with his free hand to find it. he's about to hang up, or at the very least mute the ringer, when he notices who's calling you.

"guess who," he mumbles, tilting the screen so you can see the caller id. a gasp catches in your throat when you see your boyfriend's name illuminated on the screen in bold white text. ghost doesn't stop fucking you as he answers the call and lifts the phone to his ear.

the man on the other end of the line says your name, expecting to hear your voice. instead, though, he's met by a deep, gravelly one.

"no, but i can put them on," ghost replies, a smirk on his lips even as you shook your head. you clasp a hand over your mouth, trying to keep your moans quiet.

ghost tsks, pulling his hand away from your throat and grasping your wrist, tugging your hand from your mouth. he raised one brow — a warning. don't do that again. he lets go of your wrist then and places his hand on your pelvic bone, using it as leverage to keep you still while he fucks you.

"such a good little doll for me," he coos, speaking into your phone. "taking my big cock so well, aren't you, baby?" he smiles darkly before moving to rub your clit, his calloused thumb rubbing tight, rough circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you can feel your orgasm building, and you have to hold your breath to keep your sounds in.

"he doesn't fuck you this good, does he?" ghost says, his voice full of faux sympathy and a mocking directed at the man over the phone. you shake your head, but that doesn't please ghost. his brow furrows and he shoves his hips hard against yours, making you cry out in pleasure as his cockhead hits your already bruised cervix. "use your words, babydoll," he murmurs to you.

"n-no lieutenant," you whimper out, the sound weak and pathetic. "you fuck me best. b-better than him."

"that's it," ghost moans, the words dripping with an approval that makes your pussy flutter around him. he rubs your clit harder, faster, determined to take you over the edge again. "cum for me, sweetheart. let me hear you fall apart for me."

you do just that. your body trembles, your thighs closing around his hips, clit throbbing and pussy clenching around him. you cry out his name as your back arches, and he smiles. he looks back at your phone, seeing that your cucked boyfriend hadn't hung up just yet.

"sorry mate, i don't think they're yours anymore," ghost mumbles into the phone, careless for the man's feelings. he ends the call and blocks his number before tossing the phone back into the messy sheets.

he grips your hips with both hands, so tightly that you know bruises will be left behind. slowing his hips, he leans down, his face beside yours.

"you're all mine now, baby," he murmurs into your ear. "all fucking mine."

cr @i7ghost 02292024. do not repost, translate, etc.

#study buddy — leon kennedy [M4F] 1.4k words

summary. your boyfriend helps you relax while you study

pairing. leon kennedy + reader genre. smut, fluffy n lovey :3 tags. soft dom!leon, tit fondling, nipple play, handjob (f rec), praise, pet names, gagging? (fingers in mouth), orgasm control warnings. not proofread reader. afab, no gendered terms, no pronouns note. absolutely entirely self indulgent .. looks around

leon's good at leaving you alone when you need it, even if he really hates having to. but it's almost 1am, and you've been studying since you got home from work. sure, he knows your finals are soon. he completely understands that you want to pass, and your professor is a total jackass who's already failed you once.

but you've been locked in your bedroom all day, head down as you work on your study guides. he's peeked in once or twice, delivering little snacks or what was left of his takeout.

he just misses you.

with a huff, he turns off the movie he'd been watching in the living room and stands up from the sofa. as he makes his way down the hall, he debates whether he should knock or not. he ultimately decides against it; knowing you, you'd just tell him you're almost done, then study for another three hours. it's happened once already.

so instead, he quietly opens the door, making sure not to be too loud. he avoids creaky spots on the hardwood, not wanting to be audible over the music playing on your headphones. you've changed out of the clothes you had on earlier from work, now wearing a tank top and sweatpants; he's glad you're at least comfy while you bury yourself in your studies.

without saying anything, he stands behind you and begins to gently massage your shoulders. your muscles are tense, and he applies pressure to those aching spots, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

"what are you doing?" you ask quietly, your voice hoarse from being silent for so long.

"nothin'," he mumbles, continuing to knead your stiff shoulders. "just helping you relax."

you don't say anything else, just letting him do his thing. you can't deny that it feels good; your posture's been terrible all day, and you've barely moved for the last — you glance at your clock — five hours... jeez, has it really been that long?

leon gently slides his hands down your chest, slipping under your shirt and bra. he's so gentle as he squeezes your tits, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. they harden into tight little peaks, and he can't help but smile to himself.

"leon—"

"shh, baby," he murmurs. "keep studying. you're alright." he hears your breath hitch and feels your heart stutter in your chest. always so responsive.

you swallow hard, blinking a few times to try and rid your eyes of the haziness of your growing arousal. it works for the most part — until his calloused fingers pinch your nipples. he's delicate with you, knowing how sensitive you are, pinching lightly before he rubs them softly to soothe the sting.

the first one doesn't get the reaction he wants, so he leans down, letting his warm breath brush against the shell of your ear when he does it again. you finally let out a little noise, a soft whimper that he barely hears. but he does, and he loves it.

he smiles and kisses your temple, squeezing your tits again before he moves a hand down between your thighs. he traces a finger along your slit through your clothes, and he hums when he feels your cunt pulsate against his touch.

"love when i touch you, don't you, baby?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. you don't respond, too busy trying to keep your cool and focus on your work like he said. your silence makes him narrow his eyes, and he presses down on your clit, making your hips jerk. "i asked you a question, doll."

all you can do is nod and hum out a little "mhm." it's good enough for him, and he kisses your temple as he slips his hand into your clothes, finally making contact with your needy cunt.

you're already soaked for him — which doesn't surprise him. you've been alone all day, bored out of your mind... he's sure your thoughts have wandered to him more than once.

"so wet already," he mumbles, "need this so bad, hm?" you nod again, your legs parting. the fabric of your sweats pulls tighter against leon's hand, which is just too big to fit underneath. "take them off," he instructs.

you fumble to untie the drawstring, but your hands are too shaky to do so. he smiles a bit and unties them for you, then watches you lift up your hips and tug off your clothes. once you're naked from the waist down, he guides your knees up over the arms of your desk chair, spreading your pussy out for him.

"there we go," he purrs, sliding his middle two fingers from your entrance up to your clit, spreading your arousal over your aching nub. "so ready for me, and i've barely touched you."

"i c-can't reach the keyboard if you're touching me," you almost whine, a little pout on your face.

"shush," he whispers. he slides his free hand up to cover your mouth, squeezing your cute face gently before pushing his middle finger past your lips. "you know your safe word, doll."

you nod, your tongue cradling his finger as he thrusts it absentmindedly in and out of your mouth. his thumb brushes your cheek, a silent praise for being so obedient for him. focusing back on your cunt, he finally starts rubbing your clit.

you're so worked up already, so sensitive, that a muffled moan vibrates around his finger. he loves the way you squirm, trying to push your hips up against him, but the position you're in just won't let you move.

"l-leon" comes from your lips in the form of a whimper, stifled by his finger, but clear enough to make his cock twitch. he ignores it, focused on your pretty body as he plays with your pussy.

he circles your clit with two fingers, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. he knows exactly what pace to set, what pressure to use to get you whimpering and writhing for him.

and it doesn't take long for you to be in that state, so desperate to cum for him. but he doesn't let you, edging your pussy, loving the way he can see your hole clenching around nothing. your juices leak out of you, and he tsks.

"making a mess of my chair, baby," he says disapprovingly. he moves his fingers down and stuffs them into your pussy. a groan passes his lips as he feels how tight you are around him, the sound rumbling against your skin. "look how wet you are just from my fingers, angel. what if i used my mouth, hm?" he feels your walls squeeze his fingers, and he smirks. "ooh, you like that, don't you? want me to eat your pretty pussy?"

you whine around his fingers, your hips wiggling in a desperate attempt to force him to thrust into your cunt.

"oh, no, doll. none of that." he pulls out of you, wiping your wetness on the inside of your thigh, making a sticky mess on your skin. "stay still, and you'll get your reward."

you let out a little noise of protest, so he strokes your clit with one finger, his touch feather-light.

"do you want to cum?" he asks softly.

you nod.

"then sit still."

he presses his fingers back to your aching nub, rubbing at the perfect pace to bring you to the edge — and he keeps you there, your body teetering desperately on the brink of orgasm. you want more, need more, but you stay still.

"there you go, that's it," he purrs. he takes his finger out of your mouth, and you immediately start moaning, begging for more. "tell me how bad you need it, and you can cum."

"p-please," you whimper, your voice trembling. "please, i can't take it, i can't. i need to cum, i need to, please."

"good, good.... c'mon, a little more for me, doll. let me hear you," he whispers, pinching your nipple and twisting it softly in time with his circles on your clit.

"leon," you whine. your back arches away from the chair, and he hums, as if waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"yes?"

"please—"

he applies just a bit more pressure and moves just a bit faster. he presses his cheek to your temple. "cum."

a broken moan erupts from your chest as you finally climax, your thighs shaking and your clit twitching under his fingers. you squeak out his name and a soft "thank you", and he nods a bit as he pleasures you through your peak.

as you come down, he slows his fingers to a stop, then kisses your temple. "finish your work so we can watch some movies," he says quietly before walking away, leaving you panting with a mess between your legs.