VIVIAVAMPIRE
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You need a cover—fast. Your manipulative ex boyfriend is 60 seconds from walking into the bar you just ran into and you need help. Lucky for you, your eyes land on a head of fine hair and set of broad shoulders alone at the other side of the bar.
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Need more older Leon? Check out "The Neighborly Thing to do"More Leon Kennedy one shots by me: "Goods and Services" , "Better for Close Encounters" and “Crimson Gospel”
You can find more Leon Kennedy smut by me on my Wattpad, @Fippsey there are several chapters in the book “Promised Pleasure” and some sprinkled into my Leon X OC series ❤️❤️
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21 Mar 2026
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Canine Teeth by is_this_my_life
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
18 Mar 2026
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He looked like he had just stepped off the page of a magazine. Like there were hordes of photographers clamouring for his attention. Like he had come down from heaven to grace the earth with his presence.
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Shane gets new glasses.Bookmarked by VIVIAVAMPIRE
20 Mar 2026
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Ilya got closer to him and inhaled, but held the smoke in his mouth. “I think everyone was just excited to dog on a straight edge pussyboy who’s too scared to light a fucking blunt,” Ilya said in a low voice. Before Shane could react, Ilya grabbed his face and forced his mouth open, blowing the smoke into his mouth.
Shane was seeing red once again; Maul.
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11 Mar 2026
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He’s frowning down at his shoes when a sleepy, beautiful, rumpled Shane Hollander pulls open the door. God, he’s so pretty, Ilya thinks. His hair is sticking out in all directions and there’s a pink line across his cheeks where he must have been laying on his own arm. He’s only in his boxers. He gives Ilya a very sweet little smirk.
“You know where the spare key is,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. “Why didn’t you just use that?”
Ilya shrugs and lists to the side a bit. “Forgot. Did I wake you, baby? I’m sorry,” he’s still slurring a bit, he knows. And the ‘baby’ is a dead giveaway that he’s drunk. He hardly ever uses that pet name. Can’t resist right now.
This is his baby. His baby Shane. He loves him.
“You’re drunk,” Shane chuckles.
“Mmm,” Ilya muses. “Yes, very.”
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07 Mar 2026