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[deityditee]

𓂃 ࣪ ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [leon kennedy]: old friend! hcs

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old friend! leon who you lost contact three years ago due to life fucking you in the ass.

old friend! leon who is still your mutual on Twitter, so you replied to his message from 3 years ago because you were drunk the fuck out of your mind, fully rejecting the idea that he’ll reply because his last post was dated two years ago.

old friend! leon who shocked you outta your mind because he replied five weeks later, confused as fuck as to why you were texting him after three years, replying about something he said before that just got delivered.

old friend! leon who suddenly replied back not a second later after you decided to reply to his message.

old friend! leon who, to make the conversation longer, asked you about the plushie he gifted you four years ago; you replied that she was well-loved.

old friend! leon who directly asked you to send a picture of your plush child for some reason, and you did, spending a few minutes to capture the perfect angle.

old friend! leon who bugs you about the state of your (very) well-loved child, indirectly questioning why it turned out the way it did (a little chunky)—and you fall for it because you’re an easy target to ragebait.

old friend! leon who likes teasing you a tad bit too much, so he does everything he can to get you to reply, not even minding your attempts to end the conversation by just reacting in emoji, because trust that he will tease you for that as well—no matter what emoji, he actually WILL.

old friend! leon who smiles in his sheets while still actively trying to make you respond; unbeknownst to him, though, you were already rolling on yours—giggling—because the current men in your life are disappointing you 'cause they just don’t. know. how. to. banter. right! and it just so happens that it's something old friend! leon had mastered.

old friend! leon who you just know grew up fine as fuck, given you’re still mutuals in other social media platforms—you accidentally saw one of his thirst traps and safe to say you’ve been relatively hooked since then.

old friend! leon who rarely posts anything on social media aside from his gym shits and body tea. glowed up so good, he had'ta gatekeep.

old friend! leon who still teases you for being sassy, even after three whole years had passed without contact, and god, holy fuck, you swooned at that.

old friend! leon who had half a mind to ask you out so he can taunt you in person while admiring your reactions. what can he say? he really likes seeing your stupid attempts in hiding your smile—as if your light flush doesn't speak enough.

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not beta'ed, rawdogged this on tumblr dot com and uhhhh here's a little something until i finish my wip fics okayyy? pls ignore the errors, i just rawdogged this lmaooo ily byebye

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[deityditee]

𓂃 ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [vox akuma]: focus.

something about him just makes me focus; he’s fucking hypnotizing me, I fear. cw: suggestive

“C’mon pretty girl, focus on that paper f’me. You’re writing your silly little novel, aren’t you?” he teased, knowing full well that hot fucking voice of his turns your stupid brain into mush.

“Why’d you stop? Isn’t that work just more important than me? Go finish it quickly, darling.” And god, you just want to shut that filthy mouth by kissing it over and over and ove—

“Don’t tell me I’ve already got you all worked up? You’re kind of transparent, baby, y’know?” And you do know. You swear you do because how the fuck could you even explain the feverish hotness all over your whole body the moment a single word leaves his sultry lips?

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby. Notice me. Pretty words won’t leave your mouth, but your body fuckin’ betrays you. Why else could I smell your sweet sweet arousal, hm?”

“Akuma, I swear to fucking God, if you don’t stop right now, I swear I’ll—” you whispered, testing your patience—how long it takes until you inevitably give in to your urges. How long it take to give in to him.

“You’ll what? Cry from frustration? Beg me to stop? Those options are quite ravishing, I fear.” Like a demon taunting its prey, he pushed. Chuckling as he whispered filthy words through your brain, effectively rendering you useless.

And he noticed. Because of course he does. That’s all he ever does.

“Go on, love. You won’t deny me the pleasure of reading your rather, mhm, filthy erotica now, won’t you?” he taunts, sarcastically, like what he always does when he wants to fuck with you a little longer.

“I-… I think I need some… hands-on reference,” you huffed, dumbly stumbling through your words as if you hadn’t been praised for your mere intelligence.

“Don’t you, now?” he feigned contemplation, yet the tilt in his voice couldn’t deceive you—you practically hear his smug smirk, his larger frame further engulfing you. He leaned down with his right arm blocking your only exit, caging you, and hooking his chin on the curve of your shoulder. He softly blew a puff of air into your right ear as his left hand roamed your exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His canines nipped at your earlobe as you released a breathy gasp; it quickly turned into pleasure as his wet appendage attempted to soothe the fleeting pain. You felt him trail burning hot kisses down your neck to the curve of your shoulders—expertly finding that particular spot that has you yearning for more, as his hand settled on tracing small circles on your hip.

Just as you think he’ll give you more, he steps back, withdrawing from your warmth.

“Finish writing your flimsy chapter, princess. Thought I told you to stay focused?”

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[deityditee]

𓂃 ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [kento nanami]: “Sagada, where every pain was screamed at the heavens, wishing to hold your gaze once more.”

— in which! the echoes of the past still haunt you, every moment you stare at the nothingness that used to radiate warmth.

The wraith of him still haunts you. Is it bad that you still feel your trace lingering even if he’s physically gone?

Everything reminds you of him— from the dawn that grazes your skin when you wake up every morning, to the wind caressing your face every evening.

“Every time I close my eyes, I can picture you staring back at me, like you used to back then. How can I bury you when everything I own serves you loyally? How can I erase you when your scent still abides in my sheets? How can I forget you when you etched your whole being into my soul?” You whispered in the air, desperately wishing for him to hear your epiphany.

“How can I let you go if everything reminds me of you?” Your voice cracked, words uttered were barely above a whisper. You took a breath, shaky and deep as tears welled up in your eyes once more. “When I felt myself spiraling once more, how could I persuade myself that you were truly gone when I still felt you brushing my tears away? When can I still feel your lingering hug? I swear by the Gods who took you away from me, I could still feel your burning passion beside me, every single time.”

‘How could I bring myself to move on if you’re the only one who learned me, from my flaws to the shape of my heart?’ were the words you tried so hard to utter, yet they got stuck in your throat. Hopelessly aiming for him to finish your words himself. Like he always does. Like he used to.

He was all that you needed to endure. And fuck, you would abandon and present anything just so you could have him in your arms once more.

What you would give to feel his warm embrace again. To feel his lips against yours, locked in a sweet kiss that makes you forget every damn thing, including the cruel world. You needed him.

“I need you.”

“Fuck, I still need you.” A violent sob resurfaced from your throat, catching your breath away.

I would offer eternity just for a moment with you.

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not beta-ed, i cried (as promised ahahaha)

check out: Sagada by Cup of Joe, though, that's the inspiration for this angsty piece.

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