need Toji spread out on the couch crooking his finger at me and telling me to come lay down with papa and tell him what’s wrong while he holds me and rubs my ass and let’s me cry in his neck while he calls me princess
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I can’t be in RE verse because my luck is actually so fucking bad. Every bad fucking thing that could’ve happened right now just fucking happened I’m so serious
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Letting your co camp counselor Izuku eat you out in the outdoor showers because you caught him sniffing your used underwear and swim bottoms two times now.
I've been thinking about this shit off and on for two fucking years????? Omg and I know the list of the titles of the others are fucking GONE cause I hand wrote them down fuck
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Katsuki gets hit by a gender bender quirk and the only thing he wants to do is rub your pussies together so he can ruin women for you the same way he's already ruined men.
"Look, fuck, look our pussies are kissin so fuckin sloppy. Hear that? Fuck she loves ya huh? Yers loves mine?"
"Louder princess, can't hear ya over our pretty cunts."
He's over stimulating himself like this too, looooooves that he has an idea of how he usually makes you feel when he makes you cum over and over, back to back. Upping it by adding a wand to the mix. Humping the wand head that's between the two of you now, making it press into your clit roughly, making you both cum so nicely that his whole body locks up. Literally falls backwards off of you, removing the wand from between. Shaking and panting, tears in his own eyes and he feels insatiable but he knows he can't make you both cum all day.
So you crawl over to him and hide in his throat after a few sloppy kisses and his strong arm is pressing you into his tits. That you bite the same way he does yours.
Like he's gonna be a Mirko build, all muscular, big fat tits and thighs, not as much ass, and SLUTTTTTT WAISTTTTTTT
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"Vergil." A soft voice floats into his subconscious, chiming a second time, taking with it the smell of fire, "Vergil."
A warm hand presses to smooth skin, lids fluttering open slowly. A woman is over him, another soft call of his name, the sunlight makes a halo behind her before you come into focus.
You watch his pupils dilate, go from a slit in his frostbitten iris to rounded, the sclera blackened before it is washed back into white.
"You were dreaming." Your thumb caresses his cheek bone, pulling away but staying seated on the arm of the chair.
He always slept like this, pressed into the chair or couch sitting up, book lying open in his lap. Although lately he pours over tomes that do little for him in one way or another.
"Was I now?" He looks alert, not even his voice gives him away that he was in deep sleep. Dreaming of who knows what, something haunting you were sure but you do not pry.
You do not dare call it a nightmare.
Your fingers move moonlit hair from his forehead, immediately his hand runs through his hair to push it back roughly. He no longer needs to look into the mirror with that damned shaggy care free hair style, he could see that face in person any time he wished.
And he wished not to.
He will not divulge his past and you do not ask nor do you press. It was why he kept you around. Although occasionally you can see it, something he claims to have discarded long ago, a flash of it in his eyes drawing you back to him.
"'With ten thousand shields and spears.'" You sigh, rising and he grabs onto your wrist tightly.
Surprisingly his eyes are slit, a glare given when you make a comment that roots under his skin and rots his bones. It is as if you lanced him with your words and like in battle, he does not falter, "Do you always speak in Blake's poems? Or can you only regurgitate the last line."
"Shall I say the whole thing?" You take in a breath but he will not let you have this blow.
"'So he took his wings and fled. Then the morn blushed rosey red. I dried my tears, and armed my fears. With ten thousand shields and spears.'"
"You think that fitting?" He scoffs, grip on your wrist tightening as he retorts, "'How can a bird born of joy, sit in a cage and sing?'"
The air is heavy between the two of you despite the sun slicing through the curtains, so many emotions flash behind your pretty eyes and he can do nothing but stare. He has one goal, one purpose.
He only seeks one thing and that is power. He needs nothing else, can't think of, dream of, see anything else.
Yet still, his eyes linger on you.
"Tell me Vergil," You spit his name like a curse, like acid landing on his lap, fingers gesturing around the room, "who placed that bird in this cage?"
You scoff, you didn't expect an answer, and his silence is answer enough for you.
"A bird cannot be caged forever, especially not one of prey."
"Shh, shh Leon, Leon. You're home, you're safe." Your hand pressed against Leon's arm as he takes in quick shallow breaths. Gun unwavering as its pointed to the darkest corner of the room as Leon's eyes take the time to adjust.
"Leon, baby, we're home, you're okay." Another coo, another soft caress of his flexed bicep of the arm that props up his weight. Your heart racing nearly as fast as his from how he startled you awake.
Sitting up suddenly in a sharp inhale, his broad hand grabbing for his gun in quick motion, his other had protectively gone over your body so he could act as a shield.
Pressing a kiss to his exposed shoulder as you wait for him to slowly return to you, to step out of the nightmare he lived in his early twenties. From the blood, from the foul stench of rot, from the tattered welcome sign and the harsh words of his chief he never really got to work for.
"Do not hesitate"
Leon takes in another sharp inhale through his nose, although shaky. Trying once more, forcing himself to do a cyclic sigh. Two deep inhales and one long exhale.
By the time he's ready to fill his lungs again, he's setting his gun down, pulling you into his lap before settling into the plush head board.
"Sorry sweetheart, I know you didn't ask for such an early wake up call." Although there is hardly any mirth in his playful apology.
Sure to keep your gaze off of his face as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, watching his fingers interlace over your stomach as he pulls you impossibly closer.
"Hmm, I don't mind if it's you." Hummed sweetly as you settled against Leon, pulling the blankets over your laps.
Somewhere in the distance an early bird chirps promising a new dawn, if only one could last the final few dark hours.
"Buuut if you really wanna make it up to me," You lean your head against his, your hand coming up to scratch at his scalp, "you can bribe me with breakfast."
Leon chuckles, brushing his lips along the exposed skin of your shoulder.
"I can do that sweetheart," another kiss then another to your throat, working his way up to nip at your earlobe, "just let me enjoy you for breakfast first."
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