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strawberrysnoopy · 3 months

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PROLOGUE/TEASER

summary: for months, leon has been writhing in his bed dreaming of his friend's wife (you). he's been fighting the desperation for months until that one night you bring up a lingerie shoot you've done for a prestigious brand.

part one

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warnings: this is an OOC. I am a firm believer that Leon is an honest and very respectful man and would never do anything to hurt another person to the best of his ability. leon x model!fem! reader, series, SMUT!! SMUT!! SMUT!! they will fuck and that is a promise! infidelity (obvs, babes, look at the title), fem! reader, reader has a vagina, descriptions of masturbation, brief mention of a fleshlight, lube, tissues. leon's kind of a perv if you squint, vaginal sex, anal sex, smoking, language, drinking, weed smoking (mention and act), some texts, lingerie mention, photoshoots, jealousy and possessiveness (the hot kind), ada slander at times, leon is married to ada, no use of y/n or (name) because it gives me the ickity ick, angst at times becos i'm a sad gorl, sorry if grammar sucks but im a slut, also i promise there's dialogue i just ❤️ context and description, slowburn, mutual pining, eventual smut, pov switching from time to time (but not like you pronouns changing to she/her, just like the majority of a chapter would be told in Leon or your point of view,)

For months, Leon had been writhing in his silk sheets at night. He was no stranger to these encounters, considering his career as an agent. Nightmares were a usual guest in his home of dreams, but this time was different. They weren't the usual nightmares of losing his team, no. They were...wet dreams. About you.

Dreams of fucking you so hard he'd break the bed. Dreams of your goddamn perfect tits bouncing in unison with his violent thrusts. Dreams of your whines, constantly praising him on how good he fucked you, how good he felt with the tip of his cock kissing your cervix like they had just had their first kiss on their front porch after a first date. He was fiendish in those fantasies. He'd gotten desperate to the point of going online and buying a fleshlight with his own adult money. He had felt so shameful. Leon went out and fought a bioweapon (saving the world) with a fat paycheck handed to him. A paycheck he would spend on a sex toy because he couldn't stop dreaming of fucking you.

But that's all they were to him. Dreams. Wet dreams, at that, but just dreams. He did feel guilty, there was no denying that: he felt like a teenager going through puberty all over again, having to jerk his cock multiple times past the point of overstimulation to have the fleeting moment of you pass his mind and regulate back onto the normal, time-to-time sexual thoughts of his wife. He knew he probably wasn't alone in this. Besides, he wouldn't ever act on it. True, Leon was in an unstable and semi-toxic relationship with his wife, Ada, but the mere thought of cheating on her made him feel violently ill. He was loyal. He was kind. He was honest. He was the type of man you brought home to your parents and they'd clamor over him like a newborn baby Jesus. At least that's what he'd try to convince himself of. But tonight, Leon Kennedy would be a different man. He'd diligently play the part of a loving and caring husband, one who could never dream of cheating on his wife with another woman. Tonight would be the night that he would have dinner with his friends he hadn't seen in a while, chat, have a good laugh and a good meal until he eventually went home and spent the rest of the night with Ada. Leon knew this wouldn't be the most perfect night ever, of course not: he's never been a lucky man in his life, and that certainly won't be changing tonight. Why? Because you're there. You're there to haunt him like some horny odd ghost: almost as if you're taunting and teasing him with your mere presence. Like you're telling him: "I know you want to fuck me."

He's torn from his thoughts with the sultry palm of Ada's hand surfacing upon his shoulder. Yet, her hand feels cold. He remembers the warmth he felt at the beginning of their marriage, she felt sweaty at some points, but she felt as cold as freezing air in a Colorado Winter. He realized he had been standing in front of their bathroom mirror for ten minutes, doing the same motion of moving his tie back and forth like he was masking the way he thought about changing it.

"Ready?" Leon nodded in response, finally stopping the long game of toying with the elongated piece of fabric. He pats his wife's hip, to which he's met with a curt smile, concealing a plethora of disgust. He wants to be sad. Say something snarky. Be angry even. But all he feels is disappointed in himself. Leon knew that Ada had betrayed him ages ago during the Raccoon City incident but had put it upon himself to trust her again. That's what love is right? He would tell himself every time he felt a doubt begin to creep inside his hollow mind. Trusting someone even when they hurt you in the past.

Eventually they arrive at the dinner party, being greeted with hugs and the usual: "Leon, Ada, it's been so long. So nice to see you!"'s and so and so forth. On one hand, he's grateful. How lucky is he to have the opportunity to come together with his friends and have a nice evening that quells the dark thoughts of breaking his wife's trust or the fact their marriage was breaking at the seams and there was nothing he could do to fix it anymore. Then there's his other hand. The hand that's caked in filth and gut-wrenching horniness that tells him to cheat on his wife with you. The devil on his shoulder, if you will. The small malevolent voice was awoken as soon as his eyes settle upon your body. The one he dreamt about for the past few months.

You're wearing cute little pearlescent earrings upon your lobes, a necklace to match and finished off with a very lovely black slip dress that hugs your body just right. The fabric lovingly stretches across your tits like the dress was ripped straight from every man's dream. There was a slit upon the side: revealing enough until... There was a stirring in his jeans. His cock suddenly leaps to life as if it were unconscious and been resuscitated back to life via CPR. The phallic shaft ached against the gusset and fly of his cotton Calvin Klein brand boxers: tip sweeping against his waistband in a way that felt so familiar now, so normal. And for one of the first times in Leon Scott Kennedy's life, he truly realizes how fucked he is.

credits: snoopy divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more heart divider by @saradika-graphics

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stars-n-spice · 6 months

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That old ghost sheet photoshoot trend but make it Star Wars :)

thought it would be cute

And if it's not too much trouble, check out my Halloween fic :D please and thank you

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doielatte · 1 year

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10: 59 pm

PAIRING: Doyoung×fem!reader

GENRE: SMUT WARNING/S: abs riding, slight manhandling, just y/n being a mess lol.

Ji's note: hey, i really was just gonna use this account just to read but Doyoung pushed me to do this, fuck.

"Babe, can I ride you?"

Doyoung have himself shock as it was the first question you have ask the moment he arrived home; suprised at your blatancy. More surprised on seeing of how desperate you are more than usual

The male found himself in a bit of an awe on what he got himself into. head thrown across the pillow, neck arched as his hands were grasping all of you; touching and caressing each part of your body he can reach.

He honestly thought you'll just ride him like the usual, bouncing his cock like a thirsty cowgirl needing for a good ride. Horny and desperate to come down with your high sex drive. He had himself gasping in amusement on the sudden change of what you're asking.

And frankly, he's turned on.

You whine out the burning sensation in between your core and his abdomen, moaning out in ecstasy on the luscious friction of you riding his abs. head thrown back at the delicious feeling. You fix your hands on top his chest to steady yourself on your dying need to ride him; too turned on from all the photos he have from his photoshoot.

God how beautiful and pretty your boyfriend is and you'll be so glad to ruin it perfectly.

You anchor your hips back and forth in a slow yet sharp movement, enjoy the delicious burn in your core against his gorgeous toned abs, arching your back on how good it felt. You felt your yourself gripping onto him as you release all the pent up tension in you; coming undone hard and fast as you moan his name.

Your chest heaved up and down from the intense orgasm that you have embarrassingly got on riding his abdomen, cheeks flushed and mind crushed at the mouthwatering feeling. After you've come down and had your fun, you gasp when Doyoung spin you around and push your body against the sheets, his lips dangerously near your neck.

"Who said this is over sweetheart? Isn't fair you had your fun while I haven't?" He purrs smugly, feeling his mocking smile ghosting near your neck. His hand snaking its way up to your breast to caress it, biting your shoulder that cause you to let out a choked whine.

"We barely even started." He added, a hand pushing down to your back more as he have so many ideas to ruin you. Giving himself a favor after turning him on without making him cum.

#doyoung scenarios #nct scenarios #nct #nctdoyoung #doyoung drabbles #doyoung imagines #doyoung smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct u smut

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ur-boyfiend · 7 months

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asking stray kids to come explore an abandoned building with you;;

chan, tries to talk you out of it at first, then realizes that you're gonna go one way or another, and begrudgingly agrees to come, mostly so he can try to keep you from doing dumb shit

minho, "that's a dumb fucking idea and- hey don't give me that look i never said i wouldn't go."

changbin, agrees but grumbles about it for a while, which you tease him for ("what, think there's gonna be ghosties?" "shut it-" "make me")

hyunjin, buys extra polaroid film and says he'll go if you'll help him do a photoshoot. you agree and end up bringing an old sheet with eyeholes cut into it for a ghost costume.

jisung, already has ghost hunting equipment, for some reason. pouts a bit because he was gonna ask you but you beat him to it.

felix, looks at you like you're absolutely insane, eventually you make a deal where if he gets too uncomfortable the two of you will leave, no questions asked.

seungmin, tells you it's a horrible idea but agrees easier than you expected

jeongin, agrees quickly, spends the next week bouncing around the dorm like a hyperactive rabbit

#boyfiend writes #skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x y/n #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids incorrect quotes #skz incorrect quotes #skz imagines #stray kids fluff

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libraford · 1 year

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One day I want to do a sheet ghost photoshoot because I think it would be funny.

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undercoverpena · 7 months

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I could not find a better emoji for rooftops, my b ❤️❤️❤️

I love this!!!! Can’t wait to do a ghost-sheet photoshoot with you one day 👻🩷✨

#rooftops and sharpies #kind souls

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helunar1 · 2 years

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TUA FIC IDEA (3)

Had this idea for a long while but unsure how to go about it, but i legit wrote a whole prologue about it in my notebook that perhaps I'll type out eventually once I figure out *where* to go plotwise

Klaus centric, an AU where Klaus died on the day of his birth alongside his mother. His skin tinged blue, body cold and pallid.

Its only within the next hour after his birth does his heart beat again. The wails of the infant filling the small cabin, hands - still cold, freezjng - flailing against the white sheets covering him.

His aunt only could only slowly peel away the fabric, heart stuttering to reveal the same infant she saw before - blue, sickly, and corpse-like - yet wriggling, crying - alive, *alive*

The father rushes in to stare at the baby, watching at its eyes peel open to reveal white, milky irises.

The eyes of death.

Eyes of a curse.

Or an AU where Klaus looks more like the ghosts that haunt him rather. It changes a few things

Spoilers if I were to ever write this

Likely an explorative piece - I deal with p bad Body Dysmorphia and have from a young age so this likely will be a vent piece

Will be pre-season 1 - might go into apocolypse week but there'd be changes and if I do, this might turn into a multi-part series

Things I wanted to explore

His appearance:

Klaus essentially has pale white skin and is almost like a thin translucent layer that showcases the vivid blue and purple veins underneath

Rarely has a flush - often jealous at the others who go red even at the slightest compliment. He tries to slap and pinch his skin for it to do the same, nd despitr the heart beating under his skin, no blood comes to paint his cheeks pink underneath

Dry skin, always cold (he always carries a chill around him. Fun side note; its something his siblings appreciate during the hot summer months. Not so much during the winter)

Pallid - skin almost like rubber. Unnaturally so

Small detail that even the lids of his eyes have a spider web of little veins that he hates. Dark bags under his eyes

Irises are pale and white - like a film on top of them. Only a pale green hidden in his irises if he were to look hard enough. He wishes the green would break past the white film they hide behind, but they never do.

His pupils are more often then not dilated - when high, he likes stare at how they get smaller to reveal more of the pale green he wishes to see

Hes fairly thin, gaunt and struggles to gain muscle mass. Hr doesn't know however, if its from his condition or the lack of appetite

His lips are often chapped, dry and also always tinged purple