Hey everyone! I'm not dead lol. College is currently kicking my ass and life got away from me. *Dramatic sigh* being an adult is hard 😞. Anyway enjoy this small little drabble I made while freezing my ass off at home when I suddenly remembered my account.
Riddle Rosehearts 🥰
Does not approve boyfriend number #1 (I plan to do all the dorm leaders!)
Second most furious about this habit of yours only being beaten out by our glorious Queen Vil who unlike Riddle will silently shame out of smoking so hard it actually hurts. (Stay tuned?)
You had probably stopped for a little while as obtaining cigarettes without any legal documentation of your age was a hassle in this universe and Sam despite always looking for a way to make money wasn't too keen on selling cigarettes to you despite your insistence of being old enough (whether this is a lie is up to you).
You eventually persuaded him (though it took some serious begging on your part) to give you one carton to which he deviously upsold to you of course. But at this point you really didn't care simply desperate for a smoke. Broke or not.
You had just failed another one of Trein's history tests which you're sure was worth half your grade, Ace had thought of the 'bright' idea to skip Crewel's class dragging you, Deuce and Grim into it causing a punishment of a weeks' worth of detention and now Crowley was up your ass with more paperwork. You deserved this smoke you reasoned with yourself what nobody knew (besides Sam) wouldn't hurt them.
Finally cooped up in your dorm room (for once you were grateful to be in Ramshackle all by yourself well if you don't count the ghosts or grim) cigarette in hand mere seconds away from lighting the butt and having some well-deserved relaxation. A firm knock on Ramshackle's main dorm makes you aware of a visitor and makes your eye twitch with the awful timing of whoever it was.
You grunt shoving the cigarette in your pocket making sure it was well hidden from prying eyes and stomping downstairs. As you swing the door open about to aggressively tell whoever it was to go away, you get quiet and meek at the sight of Riddle standing there politely arms folded checking his pocket watch. Your attitude immediately changes at the sight of your boyfriend and suddenly your smoke break doesn't seem so important.
He finally notices you've opened the door and immediately begins speaking to you politely and gentlemanly a habit he refuses to drop despite the flush on his face so deep he looks like one of the painted roses her fusses about on the daily (though it is quite endearing). "Rose, I apologize for the extemporaneous arrival, but I would like to formally invite you to a unbirthday party in Heartslabyul." He looks at you the expression on his face solemn though his fingers are interlocked a tell-tale sign of his nervousness as he waits for an answer.
You giggle softly at his hidden nervousness knowing that he probably just wanted to spend time with you, stepping out of your dorm and outside with him and closing the heavy rickety door and giving a curtsy. "I'd love to My Queen." As he leads you to the Magic Mirror to Heartslabyul asking you cordially about your day you can't help internally sigh at having to wait for your smoke break once more before lamenting and ranting to him about your ever-growing stress.
You finally reach to Heartslabyul and 'surprise surprise' nothing is ready as yet, (we're not surprised) the table isn't properly set, the roses aren't all painted the familiar red color, even the desserts and tea aren't finished, causing Riddle to sigh as he gives you an apologetic look and storms off to look for his misbehaving upper and under classmen.
You only give him a smile back secretly grateful for the incompetence of Deuce and Ace for once as you use this opportunity to utilize your much needed smoke. Trekking into the maze of roses into a secret and hidden area Riddle had showed when he first asked you to be his romantic partner (a fond memory to this day of the red-haired tyrant stuttering and as red-faced as his beloved tarts) you sit legs crossed in the grass hidden by the shrubs and take the cigarette out of your pocket.
The sound of your lighter clicking and producing the singular fiery flame brings back memories as you let it flicker at the butt of cigarette for a moment turning a golden orange red as it burns before putting the lighter away securely and placing the cigarette between your licks sucking and blowing effortlessly. With every plume of smoke that leaves your nose. The toxic fumes leaving a familiar burn in your lungs you fall deeper and deeper into relaxation tuning out all the stress in your life in this moment.
In fact, you're so lost in your relaxation that you don't hear the approaching footsteps or the suspicious rustling of the leaves. In fact, you don't notice anything until a firm and equally confused "My rose? What are you doing?" pulls you out of your daydream. You hiss as you look up and spot Riddle immediately licking the fingertips of your thumb and pointer finger and extinguishing out the butt and stand up slightly embarrassed.
Riddle doesn't say anything at first, he just simply leads you out of the maze and to the unbirthday party table where the students wait for the two of you to arrive to begin. Throughout it all Riddle gives you a knowing look causing you to sigh and slump in your chair knowing you were in for a lecture.
And a lecture you received indeed after the unbirthday party was over Riddle invited you to his dorm room (though it was less of an invite and more of a 'you don't really have a choice') practically interrogating you all sorts of questions about your smoking habit "How long have you been smoking" "How many times do you smoke a day?", "Is there something that makes you feel like you need to smoke." "Would you consider other ways to deal with your stress?"
It's overall a headache to listen to and answer all his questions in a way he deems acceptable (but he's doing it because he loves you!). This man is so extra he'll go out of his way to make a PowerPoint presentation invite (force) all of the students of the dorm including you even though you're not an official member to talk about the danger's drugs and alcohol and how they affect an adolescent's growing body (even though you never told him anything about liquor he assumes if you're smoking, you're drinking he might start talking about acid).
Youre just sitting there face stoic face with all the other house memories but in the inside you're actual dying laughing about how overdramatic he is. How in the world did he connect cigarettes to doing acid? Was acid even a thing in this world?
It gets a little graphic with pictures of bleeding gums, black charred lungs, and a bunch of medical jargon no one really understands but the thing is Riddle doesn't really understand the other student's squeamishness due to being desensitized to it all. He's like yeah? It's bleeding gums what's the issue here? 🤨 This is a serious topic to him.
He also mentions erectile dysfunction in men which causes Ace to make an inappropriate joke and then him trying to calm down laughing rowdy boys for the next 10 minutes scolding them for their childishness.
Everyone is pissed about the mandatory 4-hour long presentation (he also gives them homework packets to prove they were listening) and immediately many boys of the boys go about playing detective to figure out who the culprit of smoking or drinking is, causing them to be subjected to what they deemed mental torture. Of course, no one suspects you. You're Riddle's sweet cherry tart. You smoke? Never. Honestly, you've never been more grateful to be dating Riddle being presumed to be a stickler for the rules just like him.
He also doesn't use his signature spell on you for breaking a rule (though you're pretty sure there isn't an exact rule on smoking in the Queen of Heart's rulebook). Why he would never use such a brutish spell on you. Now if it were one of his male peers? Then most definitely. But for you, he thinks a stern talking to along with his presentation will do just the job to deter you from such things. (Even if nobody else does the packet he makes you do it since the presentation was mostly for you)
He doesn't talk down to you or anything like that when he finds out about your habit, at least not purposefully he just doesn't want the one person in his life he loves so dearly to ruin themselves with smoking of all things. But don't fret he'll help you break this habit by offering all sorts of things to keep your mind off of it and to keep your stress levels down (since it's what you mentioned is your main reason why you smoke).
He keeps your focus on things like studying in his dorm to together so that tests and exams are easier, he suggests you switch over to sweets and other sugary items when you're having a craving for nicotine, and regularly walks with through the maze as a form quality time whilst asking (interrogating) you with many questions to see if you've relapsed.
Firstly. IF you ever manage to get into a relationship with the man known as Senku Ishigami you probably deserve some kind of award for having to deal with this man’s crazed scientist bullshit every day. He literally doesn’t change one bit, he's still the same Senku that’s blunt, mean, hates physical affection and mushy words. The reward for the least romantic boyfriend goes to *drumroll effect* SENKU!
Senku probably prefers someone that’s he known for a really long time I’m talking since he was at least in junior high but the further back the better and if you were in the science club with him back in high school fantastic. Meeting new people is one thing but actually having romantic feelings for them is a whole other ball game. It’s easier and less work when liking someone who already knows him inside out and vice versa instead of having to do the whole cliché ‘get to know each other’ façade over and over again.
Also, I feel like Senku has only had like maybe 2 crushes in his entire lifetime: one was some famous scientist he saw on tv talking at a press conference at the head of the table in a room full of men and the other one was in his first year of junior high when he was bested at a mathlete competition (in his defense he pulled the most brutal all-nighter the night before while working on some insane project and messed up the placement of a decimal point) by a girl who wore the chunkiest pair of glasses known to man. He quickly got over both as he had learned that realistic the possibility of this famous scientist (who was also married) falling in love with a prepubescent boy was damn near impossible (and illegal) and the girl he liked in school ended up coming out as a lesbian when she and another girl were caught kissing each other's cheek during break time.
Senku probably likes individuals that are independent and self-sufficient like Kohaku (girl boss!!) People that are clingy and to needy are not his forte’ and makes his face sneer or deadpan brutally. He doesn’t like physical affection or words of affirmation on most days he’s more of a quality time (slaving over more experiments with you doing physical labor) and gift giving (making you little trinkets from his science experiments). I mean it’s pretty obvious remember that one episode where Senku’s own dad was about to give a long emotional speech on the record but stopped because he knew Senku would ew at it. So if you’re somebody that thrives off of praise and attention then *opens the door* please see yourself out respectfully because this man is not going to give it to you. You'll be like a little dried up cactus begging for attention.
Senku likes cleanliness and organization. Senku himself is very clean and hygienic. People that are not are usually big turn off and and an even bigger *thumbs down* for him. He’s also organized despite how his experiments and projects seem to be all over the place they’re not. He knows exactly where everything is, the exact millimeter of, every beaker, of every pipette, of every pencil. It's called organized chaos. If one thing is moved without his consent or worse, his knowledge the entire room is thrown off and he has a hard time finding anything for the next 12 hours.
Personal opinion here but I feel like Senku has as dislike for bugs. Like sure. Bugs are cool to explore and on a scientific level sure but anything other than that he’s not really cheering for joy about it. I also feel like he despises getting sick, like literally any type of sickness whether it’s the common influenzas virus or even a slight stomach bug. He’s miserable and irritated and it takes a really long time to get better because although the scientist in him tells him he needs to rest the stubborn workaholic in him tells him he’ll be fine to do a few minutes of work (which ends up turning into hours-please make this man rest🙏🙏). So if you’re the type where you’re unhygienic to the point of constantly being sick or attracting like actual bugs then either you’re going to have pick up the slack on your hygiene or leave realll quick.
Senku also likes people that smart either intellectually or when they’re witty and have a sharp mouth. If they can understand and even better add in their own input when he’s going on and on about different types of minerals sharing his excitement when they make a scientific breakthrough in the stone world he thinks if he didn't believe marriage was a social construction he'd get down on one knee with some sparkly rock he *borrowed* from Chrome's rock collection. Now even if his partner isn’t all into the science *blah blah* cells *blah blah* quantum mechanics and Schrodinger's equation a partner who is sharp on his mouth will suffice jussst as well. It's makes him snicker the tiniest bit turning his head away so no one can see the grin covered on his mouth covered by his hands. People who are blunt and not softspoken are a *big thumbs* in Senku’s book why would someone who has something to say not say it? A waste of time in his head.
Senku likes a willingness to learn even if it's just about they like every now and again. He knows that science is a high broad topic that covers from up into the vacuum known as space or as to the deep as the aquatic volcanoes known in the deep blue ocean. And he knows about it all in that gorgeous brain of his. In Senku's mind everything thing revolves around science, walking-the physiology of cells to tissues, tissues to muscles and neurological brain activity to make voluntary commands, art- the primary colors created by the art starting from things like mud, bugs and fruits, oh chemicals- easy it all starts with the period table of elements starting from hydrogen all the way down to Ogganseon. Anything you like any hobby you enjoy has to involve some kind of science and if you ask some him some questions about how it works or at least how it originates he knows that somewhere in you have the curiosity of a scientist.
Likes athleticism....maybe? Honestly, I'm kind of unsure about this one because on one hand I can see him liking people that are athletic and physically fit not because he thinks that being skinny is better or anything like that but because he can definitely use you like a horse (do yall know like those short mini scenes between the episodes where Senku like dresses up as different jobs imagine him as a farmer with a straw hat on his head in overalls a piece of straw in his mouth and a riding crop in one hand whew😩😩😩) for a lot of physical labor don't worry he'll return your hard work with a treat of your choice but be prepared he will complain about your laziness and wanting to help 'humanity' but on the other hand I could see him liking people that get winded and red faced after walking up stairs or carrying a bucket of water just like he does (extra points if it's a guy like him) because if you're both low stamina and low endurance you can't tease him about his athletic abilities. So a tie maybe.
Lastly, LOVES a strong will and determination he knows that starting the stone world back to modern humanity from scratch is no easy feat hell even he has made a few mistakes while trying to figure himself out. But what he does know is that science is filled with trail and error (mostly error) and it takes a loooot of time before you actually get what you're looking for so if you're the type to give up easily after failing once or twice and turn your back to his goal of turning the world back into the modern society he once had then....I'm sorry to say it probably won't work out for you there's only so many motivational speeches this man can give before he gets annoyed and just lets you give up without any reassurance (don't worry he doesn't take it personal), besides he still has people like Chrome, Sukia, and Kohaku to help.
@instanthideoutsalad I know you said you wanted Soft Boyfriend Head cannons of Senku but I'm so uninspired with those at the moment so please accept my humble offering of this drabble I made🙏🙏🙏🙏. I swear I'll do it soon it soon. 😪😪
After a night of 'the Devil's Tango," Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, drooling all over his pillow and sleeping like the dead, but that's just most of the time. If he manages to stay awake long enough, he probably loves pillow talk—telling each other how much you love each other and maybe complaining about his day and Yukio, who's up his ass more than usual. He's also always looking for a way to show off one of his only talents, 'cooking' so if you express any form of hunger before he falls asleep, he's quick to jump out of bed and prepare you a meal worthy of a Queen.
B-Body Part (On you & him)
Rin honestly loves everything about you. Though if you ever asked him this, he'd probably think it was a trick question and get nervous and anxious, not being able to think of anything on the spot. Though if you clarify that it isn't a trick question and that you're just simply curious, he'll take the time to think about it before deciding on your face. Yeah, boobs are nice and all, but your face has your eyes that he loves staring into and that beautiful smile he loves to see.
On the other hand, when it comes down to what he loves about himself, for a lot of life, Rin thought he was nothing more than a violent monster, and when he was found out to be Satan's son, those insecurities just worsened. He's hated his hands for a long time; they seemingly brought violence everywhere he went. Yet, one day, when you held his hands without fear and commented on how much you loved them, he could swear he could die happily knowing that you loved something he despises so much. He likes his hands now, knowing that you love them
C-Cum (what he does with it & what it tastes like)
Unfortunately, Rin does not like the invention of condoms; he complains that they don't feel personal enough, even though he's already balls deep inside you. He won't wear them willingly; you have to practically force him into one, but he won't cum in you. He knows you have a life and doesn't want you to be stuck carrying Satan's grandchild, especially while you're still in school. He'll pull out and cum all over your ass; the sight sends a shiver down his spine every time, but there has been an accident or two where he has cum inside you to riled up to realize he was cusping orgasm. His awkward chuckle and the rubbing on his back of his neck almost makes your anger go away…almost.
His cum is not necessarily bad either. In fact, it's as enjoyable as it can get swallowing down seed. He has a healthy diet and makes his own meals, staying away from the artificial stuff. The only notable difference is that it's a lot warmer than others, even cusping the phrase 'hot'. Also, there's a ton of it, like it should actually be illegal to spew as much cum as he does.
D-Dirty Secret (Does he have own)
Rin is probably a slight hypocrite—just a slight one. He teases and joshes Shima for saying and doing perverted things about women, proclaiming that he's too much of a' studly womanizer, but he has definitely jacked off to a pair of your panties before. How he got his hands on them is a mystery, but he's taking this secret to the grave unless his big, fat mouth spills it while he's blabbering on and on.
E-Experience
Despite Rin's attractive, boyish features and the talents of a professional chef, he has no experience. He gets no play, has never gone on a date, no bitches, nothing. Not only does his unnatural temper and strength scare away lots of girls, and most people aren't lined around the corner to date the son of Satan himself, especially due to his blue pyrokinesis that he's still trying to learn to control.
F-Favorite Position
Rin's favorite positions are anything that allows him to see your face; if he can't see your face, then he's a bit huffy and fussy. "Missionary," though a little plain, always gets him shooting blanks like no other. What can he say? He loves the intimacy. Though he's also not against holding you up against the wall with ease due to his demonic strength and fucking your brains out as you go limp in his hold.
G-goofy
Rin hates silence along with sitting still; it's almost like he's allergic to it. If it goes quiet for more than 2 minutes, his leg starts bouncing, he starts getting fidgety, and he overall becomes fussy and annoying. That being said, he hates sex that is silent because, in his mind, when someone is silent towards him, they're mad at him or they don't want to be around him, two things he dislikes very much. So he makes it his personal mission to ensure you're always having a good time when you're in bed together. Your laughter from any slip-ups that may occur makes it all worth it, and he'd embarrass himself to the end of time just to hear those giggles once more.
H-Hair
Before getting into a relationship with you, Rin never bothers to shave down there unless it's actually starting to bother him. He didn't think he'd be getting a blowjob on a random Friday night, so why bother? But now that you've entered his life, he takes a step back, realizing how unappealing spitting out pubes mid-sex can be and making it a practice to keep himself clean down there.
I-intimacy
Rin definitely loves intimacy and being romantic with someone, even if he sometimes makes 'alpha male' jokes with friends (Shima) about how it's lame; he's a deep sucker for all the mushy mushy. Every day he wants to spoil you with gifts for staying by his side even when his brother didn't, but there's not much a broke high school student can buy as this rich preppy school, so he makes it up to you in other ways. By making you lunch, rubbing your back, ensuring your hands stay interlocked the entire time he fucks you into his mattress in mating press, leaving sloppy shuddering kisses down your spine as he fucks you doggystyle, and making you cum over and over by means of his mouth and hands (which he's surprisingly good at, not to brag about it).
J-Jerk
Despite being raised in a church and having the most talented, unshakable-faithful priest as a father figure, Rin beat his dick like no other. There's not much privacy in the church, so he had to ensure absolute silence unless he wanted everyone teasing him in the morning at breakfast, but jacking off always helped reel in his uncontrollable temper. He's an ex-wire now, and honestly, he's always just a bit too tired to think about touching himself, and besides, he has you now. But if you're even not in the mood when he's desperate, he will resort to his primitive ways with a tight grip around his length and moaning to and grunting to his hearts content now that he's lives basically alone in the abandoned dorms (excluding his brother and maybe you).
K-kink
Rin definitely has a food play kink; he loves eating, and he loves you. Combining his two favorite things together is a recipe for success. He'll hide it under the guise of baking something together, all shy and jittery while trying to be smooth like usual, but it ends with your chest covered in his spit and the residue stickiness of honey and chocolate blubbering about how much he loves you. Also, he has a super huge praise kink when you tell him just how good he did at something; he thinks his heart will fall out of his chest and his dick might burst out of his pants. He brushes off your comments dismissively at first about how it was no big deal for him, but if you compliment while in his demon form, his tail will wag like a little puppy, and you'll see it since he never tucks it in.
L-location
Despite Rin's sporadic and energetic behavior, he knows when reckless things are just a bit too reckless, and this is one of them. Getting caught fucking you in mid-public would definitely paint him in a more perverted light than Shima, and having to explain what's going on while you're both trying to cover up is more than enough to keep the lovemaking to the safety of your room, but if you're pushy enough, you can persuade him into a bathroom stall or even a storage closet. What can he say? He can't deny you.
M-motivation
Seeing you in your Cram school uniform, the shorter the skirt and the tighter the shirt, the better. He also likes to see you kick demon ass, your biggest hype man, and when you're both done, he pulls you away with him already knowing what he wants to do to celebrate.
N-no (what he won't do)
He won't use his flames on you or have anything to do with his demonic powers. He is quite literally terrified of hurting you with something he possesses, and he even has nightmares about you hating him and being engulfed in flames, screaming, and crying. He's also iffy with threesomes; he's kind of possessive, even if he won't say it, and if you wanted one with Suguru ("Bon"), he thinks he could burn his classmate to ash as he's already unsheathing his sword.
O-oral
Rin loves both equally; he's never going to be one to turn down a blowjob, but giving to you has just the slightest tip over the edge. Hearing you moan and squirm his name as he holds your hips down with his effortless strength, your squeals and cries light a fire in him that doesn't hurt anyone (except for maybe you when you're overstimulated by belief).
P-pace
Rin's pace is usually sloppy and quick; he knows he should slow down and take his time with you, but time isn't on both of your hands. The threat of Yukio coming into their shared room is always looming, and besides, you haven't complained through any of your orgasms yet. Yet, on days he knows he has you all to himself with no worry about Yuki appearing, he takes you nice and slow to show you his appreciation.
Q-Quickies
Rin is a big, big fan of the art of a quickie. Sometimes schoolwork is a lot, and along with the additional pressure of Exorcist training and grueling mission hours that leave you both exhausted, there isn't a lot of time to take you to bed, peel off your clothes slowly, and really go to town with the foreplay. He prefers if you suggest them, so he doesn't seem pushy, but if you agree to one, no matter who asks first, he'll take you to the abandoned dorm male dormitory and do you in against the wall in the first room he sees, maybe even in the hallway if he's really restless.
R-risk
Rin isn't always into into risks despite his volatile and reckless nature, it really depends what the bad outcome of the risk could be. So if it's anything that potentially lets anyone beside his friends at the Cram school know he's the son of Satan let's just say he's wont be jumping with enthusiasm like he usually does.
S-stamina
Rin stamina depends on his emotions largely, if he's in his normal human-goofy self he gets like two maybe three rounds in before he's out for the count and 5 seconds away before passing out on your boobs, if he's in his demonic form snarling and growling like a wild beast his stamins and endurance are unlimited and you could do 7 rounds pass out three times, voice hoarse, sheets soaking wet with sweat cum and he's still ready for another round.
T-time
Rin's round last maybe 10-15 minutes at a time of just one of your normal fucks, not including the foreplay. Foreplay included could stretch the session up to 20-30 minutes of total time, and for the scenario of quickies he can bust his load in 5-8 minutes tops.
U-unfair
Occasionally Rin will tease but it's mostly likely not done on purpose and it's with his words and not his action. Sometime he's just says the cheesiest thing ever that'll make you all shy and flustered and he'll stand there confused but smirking nonetheless assuming his his lighthearted compliments swayed your hearts. Now when you tease him Rin melts into the floor: when you tug him along like a little puppy away from his friends to show him something or touch dangerously close to this crotch as you two sit side by side his eyes turn into his hearts and his mouth goes dry as he tries not to get a boner.
V-volume
Rin is moderately loud when he's on top of you and his words dirty talk consists of lots of profanities (little potty mouth), groans and sweet nothings as he fucks into you gummy walls, but when he's on the bottom with your weight on his lap you better believe he's whimpering and moaning like a dog in heat as you ride him deeper into submission.
W-weird fact
Like mentioned in the anime and demonstrated many times, grabbing and touching Rin's tail makes him basically paralyzed. So while not really unknown, it is weird how something so simple can render him so defenseless to all your perverted whims. Whenever you do it and give him a knowing smile crawling near him, he only whispers out an anxious "Be gentle" with his voice cracking and his face beet red.
X-ray
Rin isn't big, but he's isn't small either he's like the perfect size. He's a grower definitely about 3 inches when he's soft; but it doubles to about 6.4 inches when he's hard, maybe 6.8 if he's rock solid with arousal. His tip is blushes red like crazy when he's needy and he leaks like a broken faucet. His balls are cute and very squishy and they don't hang to low either. It's perfect just like him.
Y-yearning
On a scale of 1–10, Rin lands about a 6.5, maybe a 6.8 if it's been a rough week. It's not always on his mind, like a perverted deviant, but staring at you for too long, or more specifically, the swell of your skirt or your breasts within your blouse, can definitely cause stray thoughts to appear. What can he say—he's a hormonal teenager?
Z-zzz
Like mentioned in 'Aftercare' (A), Rin falls asleep pretty quickly, and when he does, there's no point in trying to wake him up. He's basically a drooling, snoring corpse, but you do notice that his tail instinctively wraps around your leg and ankle to keep you from getting very far away from him, even in his sleep.
A/n: Just binge watched all three seasons of Dr. Stone and Senku and Tsukasa can do whatever they want to me! Bark Bakrk woof Awooga!
Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That revived you in this new stone world with the 'miracle fluid' after gathering a strong enough army, to ensure your safety at all times.
Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That barely wants his right-hand man Hyoga to be around you unless it's absolutely necessary going out of way to forage, fish, and hunt with you.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sits beside you for quality time as you sew and talk his ear off about everything that runs his mind and although he could spend his time elsewhere, where else would he want to be.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That is still as sweet as he was 3,700 years ago instead of carrying your books to school, he carries any prey you caught, any basket of mushrooms, and any firewood (He doesn't want his gorgeous girl working hard, what type of boyfriend would he be).
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That ignores all the other attractive women (much to the disappointment of Minami) in his empire throwing themselves at him much preferring to keep his sights set on you. His one and only.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart breaks as you finally see him firsthand destroy a statue of an older gentleman the crumbled rock around his feet and his gut twisting as your eyes prick the slightest tears.
Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: Who doesn't follow after you when your quick leave his vicinity not wanting to pressure you into talking to him, knowing how empathetic you are about a lot of things (It's one of the things he loves about you, but right now it's biting him in the ass).
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart beats harder than it ever has when comparing it to any of his grueling wrestling matches after a week of silence on your end you sit next to him at the campfire site just leaning your head on his shoulder.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who's about to apologize for slaughtering those statues in front of you and explain his reasoning behind his uncouth action is surprised when you tell him 'You don't mind.'
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who stays quiet with ears open as you express that although you don't like what he's doing, you condone killing innocent people statues or not, but you won't question it or force him to stop knowing it has to be for good reason.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who places his huge hands-on top of yours just giving a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement and thankfulness, because in this moment no words need to be said as the fire crackles in front of you two.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who is now happier than he thinks he's ever been having both you and his newly revived sister free from her dreaded comatose (with the help of Senku) at his side.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who smiles the slightest bit and chuckles softly as he watches from the sidelines you entertain and play with his younger sister grateful that the two of you get along so well and even wondering if one day you would want a family with him. A blend of both of your genes.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sacrifices his life with a spear piercing through his lung at the river side when Hyoga attempts to attack you and Miria. The last thing he sees before he falls into the river is you and Senku reaching out for him in a desperate attempt to catch him.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: After his epic battle with Senku at his side he spends his last minutes alive breathing ragged and hoarse with you and the renowned scientist. His head in your lap and holding each other hands as he chuckles at Senku's attempt at small talk.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That whispers out a barely heard "I love you" but before you can even comprehend it and much less respond his eyes softly close, and his breathing comes to a permanent stop.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who unknowingly has you and his sister by his side the entire time he is in cold sleep. Barely leaving the makeshift refrigerator as you tell him stories and talk his ear off knowing that you won't get a response.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who when he's finally revived and healed from what were once permanent wounds hugs his teary-eyed little sister and looks around the cave space for you inconspicuously knowing you couldn't be far.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who finally spots you in the very back of the group your lip quivering as he cracks the softest of smiles and hold his arms open for you to rush into as you cry and snot all over his bare chest comforting you with the fact that he was alive and well now.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who even though was dead for months on end in that cold refrigerator somehow knew that you were by his side the entire time thanking you for never giving up on him.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who sits with you on the cave floor simply murmuring low sweet nothings in your ear as you cling onto him as if to make sure he's really alive and well, your head pressed against his chest to hear his heart beating once more.
Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who says "Let me say it properly this time, my dear. I love you."
Extra: Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who could most definitely manhandle you like a little ragdoll but refrains from it since you've never expressed interest in such rough treatment. But after he tosses you over his shoulder to carry you out the cave without asking in the heat of the moment and hears your delighted giggle, he'll be sure to bring that up with you.
If anyone ever caught him like this, he doesn't think he'd ever be able to recover. The sound of footsteps wandering a little too close to one of the many abandoned classrooms at the infamous Night Raven College made the hairs on his skin stand up straight with fear, and his soft, labored breathing ceased entirely for a few moments. He'd probably prefer if the ground magically opened up and swallowed him whole, wiping him completely off the face of the world entirely, then to ever be exposed in such a public and lewd demeanor.
It's unbecoming of a young man like himself to be treated in such a humiliating manner. The position he held at Night Raven College was supposed to set him apart from the other 'stragglers' and 'peasants' on campus. It was supposed to show his competence to lead his dorm, his dignity, and his grace. It was all he knew, as he had sacrificed his entire youth for it. An overbearing childhood stuck at a wooden desk and an uncomfortable chair in his designated room, loveless and aggressive words from a guardian who already had his future planned out for him, a lack of physical affection that he now yearns for, and a myriad of sleepless nights and tired mornings staring at the fine print of thousands of textbooks have sculpted him into who he is.
Yet, his current display was significantly less than dignifying. It destroyed and demolished the entire image he had been creating and perfecting over the past 17 years. Instead, portraying how pathetic and touch-starved he truly was, for the smallest scraps of affection and approval, when he had accepted a handjob from the infamous NRC prefect fighting against overblots left and right ever since they had landed themselves in this mystical world.
Though handjob wasn't truly the correct term to describe this scene, Instead, it was more you holding your fist open and him humping pitifully through the hole in your hand as you occasionally squeezed down on him; his back leaned into your chest as you leaned against the wall of the empty classroom. Through the midst of his foggy and melted mind, he heard your soft coos towards him, your soft kisses pressing down his cervical vertebrae (boom, nursing major!).
His body felt hot, way warmer than it usually was in his uniform. He wanted nothing more than to claw his way out of yours and his clothes, craving skin-to-skin contact with you. Yet, all he is given is a hushed whisper as soon as he attempts to speak through choked groans.
"Shhh...just feel my dear. Don't speak. Don't want anyone to see you like this do we." Crooning gently in his ear as you blow streams of cool air on his lobes.
The words are caught in a lump in his throat as his mind screams at him to tell you what he wanted—no needed in this moment. Yet he can't. His tongue is heavy, and his sentences fall flat as he tries not to tear up from how good you're making him feel. This sort of pleasure was unknown to him; doing such a thing in his mother's house was taboo of the greatest extent and would surely end in her screeching at him, just as she does whenever he does something she does not approve of, and though he had knowledge of the reproduction system in high detail thanks to the numerous textbooks, nothing could have prepared him for the prickly feeling running through his veins and the gentle cramping of his balls as he tries to figure out what exactly is happening to him and why he does not want it to stop.
Your hand clutches down gingerly once more for a mere moment, still not entirely wrapped around him as he desperately fights the urge to ask you to do more, not wanting to sound greedy or ungrateful for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you've given him despite the whereabouts. So, he simply grits his teeth and looks down in shame, quickly noticing the generous amounts of slick wetness now slathering your hand and his dick from his pre-cum alone, embarrassed to be this aroused by such a simple act.
He grimaces internally at the scene but is quickly caught off guard as he suddenly does less of the humping and your hand grips around him entirely, and your ministrations become much heartier as you move back and forth quickly, causing a huge spike in the pleasure he was feeling and bringing back the returning tightness in balls that now lingers in his stomach as well.
This time he has no choice but to speak, the hastened pace throwing him head-first into something he has never been accustomed to, with his words slurred and stuttered as he tries to assemble a coherent sentence. "W-wait..to much..f-feels-."
Yet, his words fly right past your ears and are cut even shorter as you take pleasure in his uncomposed state, his jaw slacks, and as his nails dig into your thighs for comfort and grounding, his uniform more wrinkled than it has ever been since you've met. As he babbles incoherent words drowned out by a wretched whimper, your hand is coated in runny dribbles of whitish-translucent cum as tears prick his eyes as heaves and pants his body, shivering from sensitivity alone.
Suddenly his face blooms into a beautiful shade of red similar to the as the roses he forces all the students, misbehaving or well-behaved alike, to paint continuously every week as followers under the Queen of Hearts, an intense shiver running through his entire vertebrae until it ends at the coccyx, as time seemingly slows down as you push your cream-covered fingers in your mouth, a 'pop' reverberating from your lips.
He sighs shakily, as he composes himself, ready to speak a phrase of how disgusting and unappealing such a thing is, but before he can, you knock the wind out of his lungs, just like everything else you do.
"You taste sweet. Keeping eating all of those tarts." He buries his face in hands, as you giggle, knowing that you owe Ms. Rosehearts a sincere handwritten apology along with chocolates and wine for corrupting her son to a point of no return, because now he's addicted to you in all the wrong (right) ways.
But Kuroko's like hella mean in this, because I love the idea of mean yet quiet Kuroko
"Such a needy little slut, huh shit-" You felt a rough push on the back of your neck as you gagged intensely.
"How's it feel?" Kuroko's calm voice contrasted heavily with the sharp and unmerciful slaps on the fat of your ass, thin veiny hands gripping it tightly.
"Fuck~ she's so good with her tight fucking throat." Kagami groaned, as he pulled you off of him roughly allowing you to catch your breath as you whimpered and cried.
"You sure you don't wanna turn at this." He suggests, as his eyes glance down at your at your heaving form.
With a quick no from Kuroko, Kagami shrugs "Look at me you whore."
Shyly, you turned your head upwards to face him looking up with innocent dewy eyes and bruised swollen lips.
"How about you do something important instead of a being a desperate groupie."
"How about you you deep throat my cock until you're begging for air, you gotta say please though." He smears pre-cum from his dick across your cheeks and lips waiting for a response.
You nodded, mumbling out a soft "please" wanting something in your mouth.
"Good girl" he praised, stroking your sticky cheek as he shoved his fat cock down your throat stretching to his shape as he thrusted roughly.
As Kagami thrusted into your throat, you squealed as you felt two fingers push their way through your tight cunt.
"Stop squealing." Kuroko mumbled, as he fingered your cunt slowly, your juices leaking down his fingers. You swear you felt your pussy squeeze down on him as he finger fucked you dumb.
Ignoring the two of them for the entire day and play flirting with Aomine may not have the best route to chose, but oh god did it feel.
You whimpered as you felt your orgasms build up, you cunt squeezing so tightly. Then suddenly, they both pulled out of your holes leaving you with an empty feeling.
"You made such a mess slut" Kuroko hums from behind you, but the inner you knew that was meant to be condescending. "Tch- damn slut drooling all over me and leaking all over Kuroko."
"But I don't think you've been a very good groupie though huh?"
"Ignoring your boyfriends all day, giving us attitude, and throwing yourself and those tits of yours all over fucking Aomine of all people like a cock hungry whore."
Pulling off of Taiga cock you beg and plead for forgiveness from your boyfriends.
"F-fuck, m' sorry, need more, wan' you to fuck me." Your incoherent rambling and hooded eyes, turning them on more. You heard pants unzipping and shuffling, before you felt a warm sensation at your hole. Kuroko was being a tease, slipping his cockhead against the folds of your cunt.
"Please Tetsu, Taiga m'sorry I wanna cum so bad."
"Fuck s-swear, I swear m'only yours promise."
You jerked as you felt a sharp slap on your ass "What happened to all that attitude from earlier, your just gonna let us use you like a cheap whore."
Kuroko mumbled, as he pushed inside of you, his dick splitting you open, gaze falling onto your ass as he watched it bounce against him so nicely.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it, m'your cheap whore only want you to fuck me." You hiccup and babble through your words as Kuroko's hands around your waist bounce you forward and backward on his cock.
"Look to cute like this princess, need to keep you on our cocks all the time."
"Keep you nice and cockdrunk and this slutty pussy bred." Kagami grinned, as he watch your fucked out expression.
"Taiga." You managed through moans your trying their hardest to not roll into the back of your skull. "Wanna make you feel good too... with my throat."
He hissed his teeth loudly "Fuck there's a good girl."
The deep tone in his voice causing you to shiver. Quickly you made your hand down to your clit to rub it in circles, but quickly your arms were pulled behind your back causing your body to tilt slightly upwards.
"Don't touch."
"Sluts don't cum." He said with his usual monotone voice, making you wanting to cry as you knew you'd have no other choice but to listen to earn their favor.
Kagami deep voice draws your attention back to him as he speaks in a low mumble.
"I think I'm gonna break your little throat baby girl, that way nobody else will want your stretched little throat it'll be molded to this fat cock you love so much."
With a open mouth and a flat tongue your awaiting mouth becomes victim to the heavy musk of Kagami's cock as it hits the back of your throat instantly triggering your gag reflex.
Suddenly with your mouth still full of dick Kuroko pulls out abruptly and slams back causing you to let out a muffled scream, as you felt your body buzz.
He was always so quick to bring to your orgasm and you weren't even if sure if it was because of his fat cock or that he knew how to fuck properly with it. But either way, it's safe to say your boyfriend always left you satisfied and blissed out.
"You're tightening, you'd better not cum until we say so." His blunt manor made you squirm embarrassed.
"Your so quiet maybe I shouldn't let you finish at all tonight." Kuroko mumbled as he spread your ass roughly one of his fingers applying slight pressure against your puckered hole.
"No sir." You gargled, as you choked on cock, spit dribbling down your chin lewdly.
You knew better than to call Kuroko's bluff on a statement like that because unlike Kagami, Kuroko had no issues letting you go through an entire scene without a single orgasm and there was no amount of pleading or crying that could make him change his mind.
"Looks like you still remember your manners." Kuroko thrusts begin to grow sloppy as pelvis grinds into your ass and he finally stills as warmth fills your stomach.
You whimper softly around Kagami now twitching cock, wanting to rebuttal at the fact that Kuroko came inside you but before you can Kagami speaks up.
"Fuck baby, gonna cum down your throat." He groaned, shoving his pelvis against your nose and using his hands to keep you in place as he spills right into your throat leaving you no choice but to swallow his bitter seed, choking a little as he made no rush to pull out of your throat
"Fuck so damn good." He grits through his teeth a hand now caught in your hair. "That slutty pussy of yours didn't get to come huh princess?"
You whined softly "Uhuh."
"Don't sulk princess we're gonna' double stuff this pretty cunt so you can cream on dick as much as you want."
"Sit up I wanna fuck your ass."
You don't even turn around to look at Kuroko your lip quivering as you imagine the night your gonna be getting yourself into.
Sharp and slender, so much so they give of the illusion of eyeliner to most people.
You however know that accusations of him wearing makeup are untrue; that he was simply born with such hypnotizing features.
Grey irises that hold an undecipherable vision.
Specifically, they are a charcoal grey, yet no one seems to notice besides you, for he often avoids eye contact and keeps his head bowed low towards the floor a neutral expression lingering upon his face.
Subtle brown eyeshadow, that you have the pleasure in watching him apply to his eyelids in the early mornings at dawn if you arose from a peaceful night's slumber early enough.
Black, silky and smooth hair that reaches past his waist in length, is tied in a low ponytail that he usually allows you the honor of doing each morning as he sits silently waiting for you to proclaim that you have finished.
Pulling a few strands free from the left side of his head, you both it in silence embellishing his hair in small gold clips and tight braids. You can’t help it, staring at him so love sickly as he braids more and more hair, until he realizes that he can no longer feel the warmth from your hands on his scalp or the gentle tugs from your fingers on his hair.
“Is something wrong.” He murmurs, the rasp still evident in his voice from being forced to rise so early to prepare his young master’s breakfast, finishing the braid, he was previously working on and allowing it to fall in place with the others.
You don't answer right away, instead you only lean over and kiss him on his brown lips holding the tender moment between the two of you for a moment. Your hesitant to pull away, you wish you could stay attached to his lips forever never needing a breath of fresh air again, but you know this isn't the truth, so you disconnect the spark of love and sit in your chair properly once again.
“Well, good morning to you. Any special reason for such declarations.” A devious smile is on his lips after quickly swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. You shake your head no with a tiny smile on your face.
“No, I just love you so much. You’re perfect.” The compliments slip out easily stroking his ego just a bit more than he know he should allow himself. Yet, he can’t help himself: as when there from you he seemingly melts into a puddle on the spot.
“I disagree, my jewel it is you who are the true diamond.” You tilt your head, sighing in domestic bliss taking a strand of his hair around your pointer finger before letting it go admiring the makeshift curls.
“How about we both be each other's jewel?” You attempt to reason with him, your voice a light whisper as you lean your head on his shoulder allowing your eyes to close from drowsiness.
He only gives a soft smile and kisses your forehead deciding that just this once he can sleep in and that Kalim can survive an hour or two without him hovering behind him and getting himself in too much trouble.
“I suppose I can agree to that.” He effortlessly picks you up, your chests facing towards each other, heartbeats in sync as you automatically wrap your legs around his waist as he leads you both back to his bed even if it's just for a few more hours.
Because at the end of the day servant or not... he would always be the king of your heart.
Monkey D. Luffy, a man with a bounty of 3,000,000,000 berries.
The captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, effortlessly gathering over 10 powerful members as they drift across crystal blue seas and uninhabited lands. The closest explorer and pirate captain to finding the treasure of Gol D. Roger and becoming the King of The Pirates. He who was once was an energetic and naive teenage boy who was now shifting into a man as he clumsily groped and fondled you behind an alleyway of a bar that your crew mates were drinking themselves sick inside.
After endless plates of grilled meat from the owners of the pub and throwing back shot glasses of sake one after the other with the Zoro, his need to bother you always shot through the roof (not that Luffy didn't always invade your personal space). It was just obvious (at least towards you) that this was a different type of need, the kind that made him want to hump against you until his cock was red and his balls hurt from shooting blanks. Yet, sake and the sight of you with a shot glass to your lips always sent him into a spiral.
"Luuuuffffyyyyy." You giggled, your own voice slurred from the liquor in blood as his hands tiptoed up the slit of your skirt, giving you his signature grin, and leaving wet kisses along your face and neck. "Yeah, what is it Y/n!" Luffy said excitedly, his words
"We are not having sex out here." "A it's a fucking gross alley-way and B people are gonna see us." You reasonably tried to explain to him, while also, trying to pull away from his grip that was holding you closer and closer, for dear life. "Please, please, pretty please Y/n, no one will see us I promise." Luffy pleads rather annoyingly, as he ruts his hard-on against your leg so you can feel his arousal first-hand.
"No Luffy, you always get to loud when we have sex." You complained again, memories of your crewmates embarrassing the both of you flooding your mind. Though, the feeling of him pressing himself against you, was slowly starting to change your mind. "Please Y/n, just the tip, I'll keep it quiet I promise." Luffy begs, and with a soft sigh in succumbence you give into his request, knowing very well his voice is most likely going to get loud in the dark alleyway, possibly resulting in the two of you getting caught.
Luffy reaches his hand under your your skirt, and tugs at your underwear, causing the sound of them ripping to reach your ears ever so slightly, as they pool at your ankles. "Luffy don't tear those please." Yet, you're pretty sure everything you just said went in one ear and out the next as his eyes linger on the garments. Before you can even confirm that he heard you, he impulsively picks up the panties and sniffs at them lightly, not a care in the world on his face. But, before you can even say something due to your shock, Luffy beats you to the punch.
"Your scent smells really good Y/n, even better than meat." Luffy compliments as you shriek in embarrassment and try to snatch the garments away from him, his hand quickly pulling away and tucking them somewhere (most likely his pocket) before you can. "Luffy give 'em back." You complain as a push of cold wind passes the through the air making your clench your thighs.
"But they smell so good" Luffy complains his hands wandering under your skirt once again, and over your lower lips gingerly, wetness from your own arousal, making his hand glossy in the moonlight. "Your so wet Y/N, that means you want me to right." You don't answer humiliated (considering you were usually the dominant one when the topic of sex with Luffy arose) about the position he has in you to even think of a response. "It's fine Y/n, I want you to, I'm happy I make you feel good."
Luffy pulls down his pants and with your eyes already having adjusted to the dim light outside from the moonlight alone you can see his dick, hard and out in the open. "See Y/N, don't be embarrassed I want you to." As Luffy places his face in the crook of your neck, you take one hand and wrap it around his length, feeling him breathe softly onto you. "That feels really good Y/N-"
He stops talking for a moment as his breath stutters throughout his nose, before picking up his sentence "You make me feel so good." Luffy's hips buck into your hand and without needing words you speed up your motions to accommodate his needs.
Your needy little captain, so strong and so powerful when it comes down to protecting his crew, the "X" shaped scar on the middle of his chest as a reminder, but so needy and squirmy when it came down to something as simple as a handjob. "Only me Luffy." "Only I'm allowed to make you feel this good."
"No other girl can touch you alright, just like no other guy can touch me." Luffy can barely control his breathing, so him answering you is out of the question, so in return he just nods his head in agreement, to focus on his orgasm. "So close Y/N, pretty please make me cum I've been good for you right."
You smile at Luffy's words, knowing that he's probably just a little worried you'll pull away at the last moment and edge his dick, considering you're known, for teasing him in between your escapades. But, even you must admit that Luffy had been well behaved for the time being. At least when it came down to his moans, choking them back so as to not draw attention to yourselves. "Anything for my brave and courageous Captain."
And at that exact moment, after the praise had been shot out of your mouth, Luffy cums all over your hand, his knees bucking, as his face is now somehow buried even deeper into a crevice of your neck, breathing heavy, and hot and wet drool dripping onto your collarbone. "That's my good boy, you like when I call you Captain while touching you." Luffy nods, as he bucks his hips into your still-cupped hand in aftershock; his length covered in his own semen, that you had momentarily wiped off of your hand and onto him as lubricant for what was to come next.
"You still want more Luffy right Luffy." He perks his head up immediately, and nods, his chest still heaving from his prior release "such a greedy thing." You laugh at him as you run your hand through his hair, as he mumbles apologies about being "greedy" and "wanting to make you feel good to." "You can be as greedy as you want Luffy, you deserve it don't you."
" 'Course you do, always protecting me and the crew from danger." Luffy shivers at the praise once more and with great precision and strength hoists your legs up around his waist. His dick rubbing against your entrance, pulsing, and throbbing in anticipation. "Please Miss... can I, I want it so bad."
"I need it so much, wanna be inside you." You pretend to think about it for a minute, obviously going to say it yes, but Luffy begging and pleading is just too cute, to not see. "Go ahead Luffy, but it only the tip remember" "I'll give you more when we get back on the ship." As soon as you grant him permission, Luffy pushes ever so so much, hip stuttering as he tries to not slip all the way inside.
Luffy hisses as you clamp down the tip of his dick, more, and more, pre-cum being released in spurts. "Please Miss, I want more, I wanna feel all of you." "It's not enough, please just a little more." Luffy buries his face between your breast, as he sucks and bites, while somehow pulling at your skirt bottom. It's cute. It's cute to see how needy he gets to be inside you completely.
You believe to only shut your eyes for a split second as you engrain the image into your brain of Luffy's whiny features. Yet a split second after that moment you feel the wind being knocked out of your guts as Luffy slams the remaining portion of his length inside your cunt. You choke back an almost pitiful sob as, Luffy apologizes over and over for his greediness continuing to slam into you, contradicting his own statements.
His moans are freely escaping out of his mouth now as he overstimulates himself, unintentionally, nipping, and biting at your breasts as you reprimand him. "Dammit Luffy what'd I say two seconds ago you ole' dog." Luffy whines and mumbles in agreement, seemingly knowing how much shit he's gotten himself into. "I'm so sorry Y/N couldn't wait anymore, please forgive me."
You can only sigh as you welcome the loud sobs and salty tears into the cleavage of your breasts. The sake seems to be taking a toll on his mind, and you can't help but feel at fault knowing that you shouldn't have allowed him to drink so much considering that he's a lightweight. You can't stand to see him upset anymore, so as he continues thrusting into you, you push his face out of your breasts and hold up his face in cupped hands and kiss him all over reciprocating the same sloppy energy he gave you earlier.
" 'M not mad at you darling." You kiss all over his face as you take one of his hands and place it on your clit, causing him to mindlessly rub it in circles. Luffy gives a mumble, hiccups interrupting his slurred words "Your not." You shake your head, no, "Mommy was mean to you wasn't she, letting you only use the tip when she knows you can't help yourself." Luffy is scared.
Not scared of you, of course, not; that's never been his case; you're, his guardian angel and his strong lover; he knows you'd never hurt him. He's more so afraid to answer, afraid that this might be a trick question that might land him in deeper shit. "It's okay baby you can answer honestly." You encourage him, and shakily Luffy shakes his head; yes, at your previous question, his thighs trembling as he feels himself about to cum again.
"Yeah I thought so to baby, it's okay your not in trouble, just make yourself cum mkay, good captains like you deserve treats." You coo at him, kissing his lips for a moment before pulling away, causing him to whimper, as he nods in agreement. A bit more focused on his task at hand Luffy's pace speeds up as his cock bullies his way in, and out of you, most definitely leaving you sore for the upcoming morning.
"'M so close..." Luffy can only repeat that same phrase over and over, occasionally throwing your name into the mix, until he can only take so much more and cum right inside you. His white and milky cum, flooding and gushing against your walls as you whimpers and mumbles through the release as you slowly try to bring him down from his high. "You okay baby.. you feeling alright."
He doesn't answer; his mind seems elsewhere, and his face gives off one of anxiousness. He calls out your name in a shy and whiny voice as he tugs at your skirt once more that was now stained with "liquids." "Y/N, I think I drank to much sake... Can I... Do it in you please." You look at him in confusion as he whines out for permission again. Permission for what? Your not entirely sure. "Luffy? baby... what in the hell are you talking about." He doesn't answer, and the reason why he didn't finally click until you felt something hot and runny drip down your legs.
"Shit Luffy... are you fucking peeing in me." You squirm out of his grasp in futility and shriek as he hums softly, continuing to pee in you as he holds you up. "Monkey D. Luffy, put me down this instant and pee on the ground. "Do I look like a toilet." Softly he rests your feet back on the ground and slips his now soft cock out of you. But instead of continuing his bathroom needs on the ground, the salty liquid hits your skirt, causing it to become wet immediately. Oh come on Luffy." With a big smile, Luffy buries his face in your neck and in a matter of seconds, falls asleep.
In annoyance, you groan and rub the bridge of your nose with two of your fingers; you sling Luffy over your shoulders and drag him back to the boat, complaining to yourself about how heavy he is and asking yourself why you put up with his shit. After heaving Luffy's heavy body across town and onto the ship, you carry him to his room and place him on the bed as gently as you can. After being sure that he is still breathing, you peel the piss-soaked clothes off your skin and throw them over board. Thankfully you have, and extra skirt to wear, but in all honesty your slightly terrified about what may happen to that one as well.
You sit on the bed next to Luffy's unconscious body and hum softly, rubbing your hand up and down over his scar on the center of his chest. "Anything for you Captain."
"I'd do anything for you Monkey D. Luffy, to the bottom of the sea and back."
Soul Eater: Dating The Trio x (F) Reader (Lime/Angst/Fluff)
For those who don't know who the trio is (in my view at least). It includes Death the Kid, Blackstar, and Soul.
To be honest, almost the entire class is excited, a new student at this time of the school year. You must be a really good weapon or meister to be allowed into Dr. Stein's class mid semester. The jittery buzz just couldn't be contained, as students tried to guess whether you were a weapon or a meister, what your weapon was if you were one, if you were a boy or a girl, and most importantly of all, if you were hot.
"Tch, why's everyone so excited it's just a new kid." Soul shrugged, as he threw his feet up on the desk in front of him, a few papers falling to the ground.
"Don't be so judgmental Soul, you haven't even met them yet." Maka rolled her eyes, as she shoved his legs off the table.
"It doesn't really matter who they are to me." Blackstar interrupted quite loudly, "because I am Blackstar, an assassin who can defeat even a God."
"Shut up Blackstar." Soul grumbled "you're literally yelling in my ear."
"Both of you shut up, I can't concentrate if you're bickering with each other." Kid interrupted, placing his pencil down as he rubbed at his temples.
"Whatever Kid." Blackstar grumbled, as he pushed Kid's pencil on the floor.
"You blue-haired idiot, my pencil was perfectly symmetrically placed and you ruined it, ruined it I say." Kid sobbed, as the three boys began arguing with one another.
Suddenly a loud creak from the classroom door silenced everybody, and there it was the moment the trio's and everyone else's jaws hit the floor. Shyly you walked into the classroom, your shoes clicking as they hit the floor, your hair shiny and silky, and your pretty skin seemingly glowing from the classroom lights.
"Class." Dr. Stein announced smoothly. "Meet Y/N L/N, our new student." Dr. Stein nudged you softly in the ribs, quietly asking you to introduce yourself.
"Hello everyone as Dr. Stein said my name Y/N L/N, I hope we can all get along and grow stronger together."
"Does anyone have any question for L/N." Immediately, almost everybody's hand shot up.
"I really don't wanna deal with this" Dr. Stein began walking out of the class, "well Y/N find somebody to sit by and answer their questions if you want I'm going on a smoke break."
"Umm alright sensei." You mumbled awkwardly, and as soon as the door shut you were bombarded with replies.
"Sit here pretty girl."
"I have a seat if you want it."
"No, no Y/N you should sit by me."
"You guys are loud." You murmured under your breath as the roar of children continued talking, as you made your way through the isles looking at desks and chairs to find a suitable seat. Quickly your eyes landed on the trio, and you dropped your bag between the middle of them on the table, plopping yourself in a chair.
"Now questions, you the girl in the bottom row what is it?" You pointed a finger lazily.
"Are you a weapon or a meister?" She timidly asks, her voice squeaking in embarrassment.
"I'm both, depending on my partner."
The entire class awes in astonishment, as you nonchalantly shrug. "Anything else."
"If your surname is L/N, does that mean your apart of that infamous tribe that's known for having that ability." You heard a voice somewhere in the back of you ask.
Closing your eyes, you nod, remembering your family. "Mhm."
"That's me Y/N L/N, daughter of the current leader of the L/N tribe."
"You know I'm apart of a clan too." You heard a voice scream on the side of you.
"You don't say." You hum quietly, as you open your eyes to look at the now grinning Blackstar.
"Yup, the name's Blackstar only heir left to the the Star Clan, but you can just call me your God." He laughs loudly, as he flexes his muscles.
"Calm down Blackstar, your gonna scare her and that's so not cool." A boy with sharp teeth, rolls his eyes hitting him on the back on his head.
As the two boys bickered you felt a hand touch your hair gingerly, "So symmetrical." He drooled, measuring you hair with a ruler.
"Umm okay." You thought to yourself, a little flattered and slightly weirded out as the boy brushed his hands through your hair.
"Any more questions." You asked, as you threw your feet up.
"What's your type hottie." A voice chuckled, the entire class agreeing with him.
"I don't really have a type I suppose." You shrugged "I just gotta like you for you."
Eventually the bell rung, and you made your way to the main hall having to pull free from the boy with black hair and white stripes as he murmured something about being asymmetrical garbage being compared to you.
Quietly, you stared at the mission bulletin board until you heard a group of footsteps behind you. "Do you need something?" You asked, plucking a paper off of the board.
"We just wanted to introduce ourselves properly, and we wanted to apologize." You heard a soft voice call.
You slowly spun around to meet face with the trio and their female friends (Maka, Liz, Patty, Tsubaki). "Apologize for what exactly?" You rose your eyebrows a little confused.
"For these three." Liz points her fingers at the trio, "More specifically him." Liz sighs heavily as Kid places his hand on your boobs.
"There perfectly symmetrical, why can't you both be more like her." He sobs, groping you rather roughly. Quickly you pull away from him.
"Umm, I don't think I have your names, besides Blackstar at least." You wave at him, as he pulls a cheeky grin from you remembering his name.
"Well I'm Liz, and that's my little sister Patty." She points towards the smiling blond girl.
"I'm Tsubaki." A girl with a long ponytail puts her hand out to shake yours quickly,
"And I'm Maka." A girl with light taupe ponytails smiles, quickly hitting a white-haired boy in the back of his head "and unfortunately this is my weapon Soul."
"Sup pretty lady." He grins cheekily, rubbing the back of his head.
"Don't flirt with the new girl." Maka yells at the boy, as he ignores her smirking at you.
"And the boy who just finished groping you is Death the Kid." Liz sighs once again, as he sobs into her shoulder.
"It's been decided I'm nothing but garbage asymmetrical garbage."
Feeling a little bad for the boy, you pat his shoulder softly "I don't think your asymmetrical garbage Kid, your actually umm...quite symetrical to me."
"Really." He sniffles.
"Mhm." You nod sweetly, as Blackstar and Soul glare at Kid quickly pulling him away from you to teach him a little "lesson". (They totally didn't get their asses beat)
You giggle as you watch the three of them argue, Patty pulling the paper you were scanning out of your hand "Are you looking at missions Y/N."
"Mhm." You nod "Gotta find a partner though." Quickly all the boys turn their attention to you, surrounding you in a love-sick daze.
"You know Y/n I'd love to be your weapon, Maka is kind of a brute." Soul grins.
"No, no you definitely would want to be the weapon of Blackstar." The blue-haired boy puts one of his arms over your shoulder.
"Get off of her you oaf, she called me symetrical she would definitely would want to work with me." Kid kisses the center of your hand dramatically, bowing slightly. But, suddenly the three of them collapsed around you their female allies annoyed, except for Patty at least.
"You all have partners already." Maka screams loudly, as the boys sat solemnly while being reprimanded.
And seemingly out of nowhere you let out a laugh "You guys are funny, I think I'll stick with you guys."
You kiss each of the boy's foreheads before you walk off, laughing to yourself as you realize you might have a little fun here.
It's been 10 months since you met the trio, 10 months of pure and utter chaos. Having to deal with Kid's OCD, Blackstar God complex, and Soul's constant nosebleeds have given you the power to do anything. In fact, you’ve had to start buying black hair dye to cover the strands of gray appearing throughout your hair due to the three musketeers who's only fulfillments in life seemed to correlate with you.
Around the eleventh month mark, though, your relationship with them began to feel a little different. They were all a little touchier with you and each other, past teasing, which consisted of being tripped or pushed into a puddle of water, bloomed into random sexual touches and innuendos, and light playful glares had turned to yearning and longing stares.
And then it happened, truly it was so casual and smooth that the moment the four of you became an official couple, you hadn't realized until a few hours later. You lay there, sprawled across the entire trio's lap, scrolling through your phone, your mind foggy.
"So Y/N.." You heard Soul whisper.
"Mmh." You grunted, shimmying on his lap a little to indicate your listening, body sore from a mission you had just previously returned from.
"We all like you, so to keep us from causing any unneeded drama we want you date all of us, that sound cool." Soul placed his hand on your stomach tapping lightly.
"Huh? Yeah whatever..." You grumbled softly, placing your headphones in your ears as you closed your eyes.
To be honest when he asked you, your brain was really muddled from a tiring mission so in your head all you heard was "like" "we" and "cool", so to get them to leave you alone you agreed to "whatever" they were saying.
Later that night as you laid in bed you suddenly shot up "Wait did I agree to be their girlfriend." You rubbed the back of your neck tiredly, as you flopped back down into your sheets "Welp can't be that bad I suppose, what's the worst that could happen."
Scenarios/Headcanons with "Soul Eater"
Fluff
★ Really likes to have you lean on his shoulder while he plays the piano, he finds it really comforting.
★ When the other two boys aren't around he'll most definitely play a jazz vinyl and slow dance with you
★ Has an identical replica of the headband he wears for you; he won't force you to put it on but he thinks it'd be really cool if you did.
"Soul" You giggle softly as you bury your face in his shoulder as your feet softly make it back to the ground. For the past twenty minutes he's been spinning and waltzing you around the entire room. "Yeah, what's up pretty lady." He chuckles, lifting you into the air once again. "Kid and Blackstar are gonna be coming over soon you know." Breathy laughs escape your mouth as you watch his eyes widen. "Oh yeah, guess that's enough dancing for today huh babe." He strolls over to the jazz vinyl that's currently playing and stops the music. "Which reminds we why don't you want the other two to see us dancing." You flop down onto the couch on your back. "Because...." He mutters "Blackstar wouldn't let me live it down, and that'd be so uncool."
Angst
★ Almost ended your relationship with him because of how nonchalant he is; ended up allowing another girl to flirt with him while you two were on a date; he realized his mistake and apologized but deep down you can't seem to forget it
★ He tends to make you insecure without even knowing; whenever he drools over another girl's boobs he tends to talk about it all day making you wish your boobs bigger to match his expectations.
★ Whenever your both arguing and he gets annoyed he just walks out on you; thinks its a rational and cool way to avoid more irritation but it hurts you and makes him look arrogant and rude.
"I'm telling you Y/n, Blair's boobs are chef's kiss." He makes a smooching sound. For the past twenty minutes he's been going on about the cat witch Blair's boobs and you were becoming a little upset. "Umm Soul can we talk about something else now?" You looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. "I guess we can, but I'm telling you babe her boobs are just perfect." He smiles toothily. "That's great Soul, that's great..." Your words die off as you fold your arms over your chest, wishing that your boobs could meet your boyfriend's expectations.
Lime
★ Randomly bites you whenever your going anywhere this includes school; sometimes it has a sexual implication behind and sometimes it doesn't but at this point you've stop covering them up because you can't afford to spend any more money on foundation.
★ He lowkey likes seeing you angry and being told off by you; he just sits/stands there grinning as you scream for the third time that day; eventually gets so turned on that he just pulls you by the collar and starts biting your neck as you whimper softly; he might start doing things that purposely piss you off so you get on his ass.
★ If you've met his family, he'll sometimes get insecure that you'll leave him for his older brother Wes (the family prodigy) so if you wanna make sure he doesn't get insecure be real touchy with him in front of his family and I mean real touchy; rub yourself against him, casually sit on his lap, tug his hair, the whole combo they'll probably just think that you're an affectionate person but he knows the real motive behind it.
"Soul Evans are you even fucking listening." "I swear on Lord Death's name if you put your mouth on the carton one more time, I'm gonna strangle you." You groan exasperatedly as you watch Soul grin at you even harder on the couch as he runs his hands through his hair. The entire time you've been yelling at him he's been doing nothing but staring at your lips and tits as you complain. You watch as he stands up from the couch, and grabs you by the shirt, surprising you, as he whispers in your ear, "Fuck babe~ keep nagging I love it when you do." You stutter over your words when he starts to bite down on your neck harshly, "Soul don't b-bite so hard." You whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and tug in his hair "I'll see what I can do pretty lady."
Scenarios/Headcanons with "Blackstar"
Fluff
★ Loves to spar with you, doesn't matter if your stronger or weaker he'll still go at it with you; if your stronger than him he takes this as an opportunity to learn so that he can become the best; if your weaker than him then he gets to show off his skills and make you stronger alongside him (10/10 Stan positive Blackstar)
★ Calls you royal like nicknames like Goddess, deity, Aphrodite, and Queen; rarely refers to you by your real name anymore because that's how important you are to him.
★ Will most definitely randomly pick you up during different times of the day and spin around as you squeal and yell at him; doesn't stop until the two of you fall to the ground dizzy and nauseous but laughing nonetheless.
You stood in front of the sisters as Liz complained about how they failed another mission because of Kid's Symmetry habit; all you could do was laugh as Liz complained more and more until you were suddenly spun around in the air from who you automatically knew to be Blackstar. "Blackstar put me down." You hit at his back playfully as he went even faster losing his balance slightly. "No can do Aphrodite." A playful grin plastered on his face like usual. Suddenly Blackstar tripped over his foot from his dizziness causing him to fall as you landed on top of him. "Your an idiot." You snickered quietly, as he tried to steady his breathing and sight, a goofy grin on his face.
Angst
★ Most definitely has a superiority complex so trying to talk to him during serious situation is very difficult; occasionally disregards your feeling when you confide in him
★ Always charges into battles without thinking causing him to get really injured sometimes; you despise seeing him in such a state so you try to talk to him about it; ends up missing the entire point of the conversation making you feel ignored
★Always thinks he's right, and I mean always even if the true way is in plain sight; there's usually no point in arguing with him when he gets like this because it ends in a heated argument and you hurting each other (emotionally)
Blackstar the scroll literally gives us the answer don't go screwing this up for us." You state sharply, annoyed by Blackstar's antics. "I know what I'm doing Aphrodite." He screeches loudly, as he stands on top of an old rune, pulling at the emerald, green gem in the dead center. "Your gonna hurt yourself." After one last harsh tug he pulls the artifact out, smiling triumphantly as he throws it into the air, catching it. "See told y-" His words are cut short as the roof of the temple begins to rumble, large stone bullets pelting down at the two of you. "Shit." You both say in sync, before running down a hall and out of the temple trying to avoid being hit. You eventually get out, but unfortunately not in very good shape (for Blackstar at least). As he groans in pain, you wrap his obviously painful flesh wounds with spare linen bandages. "Blackstar you have to be more careful on missions." Tears threaten to escape your eyes as he lays his head against your chest as you both sit on the ground. "I hate when you put yourself in harm's way." You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm so awesome I told we didn't need that dumb scroll to pull the gem out." Blackstar fiddles with the gem in his hand, obviously not hearing what you had said. All you can do is sigh.
Lime
★ Loves to have some type of physical touch with you; whether it's just hand holding or his arm around your shoulder he gotta be touching you; but he especially loves when you full on sit on his lap and make out with each other during Dr. Stein's lesson; this boy craves PDA, he's gotta let everyone know who's your man.
★ He loves when you praise him in general, but sexual praise just boosts his already fat ego so much; most definitely brags to the Soul and Kid about it and becomes your personal slave for the rest of the day to hear more praises from you; give them to him sparingly.
★ Likes when you claim him in front of other people; he obviously claims you a lot so when you do it back makes him really proud and turned on; just kissing his cheek in front of everybody makes him really excited
The whole class is silent as you sit straddled across Blackstar's lap as he sloppily makes out with you. You moan into his mouth as you feel your body tingle from all the stares and silence. "Blackstar people are watching." You whisper into his ear, as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you tighter to him. He shrugs uncaringly "Let them watch Goddess, you deserve nothing but praise and worship." He pulls you back into his mouth for a few seconds before being hit in the head by Maka. "Can you two quit with the slobbering for a while some of us are trying to learn." He scoffs under his breath, quietly. "Your just mad that nobody'll kiss you, you ogre." He ended up with a few bruises at the end of the day.
Headcanons/Scenarios with "Death The Kid"
Fluff
★ He's now officially in charge of your make-up, skincare, and hygiene routine; he wants you to stay perfectly symmetrical at all times so hair grooming "his", nail care "his", eyebrow tweezing "most definitely his"; honesty it's just you being pampered 24/7.
★ Definitely loves when you pamper him during his symmetry breakdowns; and I mean the whole package baby-talking, ignoring Blackstar and Soul for a little as you whisper sweet words in his ears; planting kisses on his cheek; loves it so much that he has fake "breakdowns" so that he can have you baby him; you can totally tell when he's faking it though
★ Likes when you play with his hair finds it very comforting and relaxing and doesn't even mind if it becomes asymmetrical; he won't voice out what he wants though; however, he will place his head in your lap and bring your hand towards his hair
You're sitting down on the couch watching a movie as you hear the front door opening, you look towards the door to see Kid staggering tiredly, but not hurt. "Hey baby, how'd your mission go." He shrugs, half-assed and sits down on the side of you. You take no offense to it, assuming that it's because he's exhausted, and eventually he lays his head in your lap as you turn your attention back towards the Tv until you feel your hand being moved. You don't look down, but you feel it move towards Kid's hair until it suddenly just lays there. You smile to yourself. "You want something Kid." He moves your hand back and forth in his hair to suggest what he wants as he shuts his eyes. You oblige, pausing your movie and running your hands through his white and black hair until he completely dozes off.
Angst
★ It's really frustrating and tiring whenever you go on dates with him because he insists everything has to be perfect; even if you express that it doesn't need to be perfect; he feels that perfection should always be be strived for; if it isn't feel be in a sour mood for the rest of the week
★ He judges you really hard when you wear clothes that aren't symmetrical; and he gets really mean about it to, but he doesn't know he does; so in about 2hrs when he's done with his tantrum and wants to talk to you he doesn't even know why your refusing to even look at him.
★ Blames you if for any reason you both fail a mission; because he's Lord Death's son he doesn't think he make mistakes ; so if he thinks your 'screwing up" a little to much for his liking he'll just ignore you and try to get the job done himself muttering "useless" under his breath
You had just picked up a beautiful ivory white shirt at the mall today and you were so excited to see your boyfriend's reaction to it. Quickly you run upstairs to his room and open the door, causing him to look up from his book. "Kid," You giggle excitedly, as he puts a bookmark in between two pages. "What do you think." You twirl slowly, to show off your new top. "I got it at the mall today, Soul and Blackstar thought it was cute, but they think I look cute in everything, so I came to you instead." You watch as he eyes you up and down, a disgusted look creeping onto his face. "It's disgusting." "Yeah, I thought it was cute- wait what." You backtrack your words as Kid gets out of his chair walking over to you. He roughly pulls at the shirt not tearing it off of you but damaging the material and the hemming of it. "It's not even symmetrical you idiot, can't you at least try to look good sometimes." Tears fill your eyes as you slowly back away from Kid, who's engulfed in frustration. "Do I need to feed you as well Y/N, considering the fact that I must dress you also." You shook your head no, as you tried to speak. "I just wanted your opinion on it Kid." "Tch I'm not dating a baby Y/N, wipe your tears and come and speak to me when you've matured." You sniffle, quickly, running down the stairs to sob in a nearby bathroom. After about an hour you left the bathroom, eyes puffy, and red, and throat sore as you bumped into Kid. "Dear why are your eyes so red." He places his hands on your shoulders, having calmed down from his tantrum. You sniffle and pull out of his grasp, leaving him confused as you head towards the front door.
Lime
★ Look me in they eye and tell me this man doesn't scream body worship; if you say no your a pathological liar because he does; he compliments your appearance so often that even if you were insecure those feelings completely disappeared; hates when you cover yourself during intimate moments so if you do he praises and worships whatever your covering so you feel more comfortable.
★ He's lowkey a bondage man; but won't use ropes or anything harsh on your skin it's more likely that he'll use soft black and white binds to suspend you in the air so you aren't uncomfortable.
★ Loves to see you in pretty lingerie, very gentle and delicate when he's peeling it off of you; goes absolutely feral when your finally fully bare though; your not leaving the bed with without a limp; the color white is one of his favorite colors on you because it seems to radiate innocent and niaveness, black however is a pretty close second.
You stay buried under the sheets, lacy panties and a plain bra being the only covering your naked body as Kid neatly hangs up his shirt, pants, blazer and almost everything else he's wearing. You can't help but feel a little insecure, well, a lot insecure as Kid stands in front of you practically bare, his cock semi-hard in his briefs. This was the first time you had been naked together and you were a little nervous. What if Kid thought your body was gross? What if he gagged in disgust? Or worse vomited. "Kid I don't think I can do this." You gripped onto the sheet tightly, as he walked towards you in confusion. "Are you feeling worried, we don't have to do this of you don't want to, I won't feel upset." You shake your head, no "It's just that what if you think it's gross." "What's gross..." He reaches over to you, causing you to quickly pull away. "My body..." Your sentence trails off, as Kid roughly yanks the sheet off of you, trapping you under his frame. He hurriedly kisses your body as you squirm underneath him, wrapping your arms around your neck. "You're so beautiful dear, you don't ever need to insecure around me beautiful." He kisses down your stomach roughly. You tilt your face to the side to try and hide your embarrassment as Kid kisses dangerously close to your cunt. "Don't look away dear." He tilts your head towards him lovingly. "Allow me to kiss those insecurities away please." All you can do is nod, as you squirm and arch from his lips kissing you all over.
Headcanons/Scenarios for "The Trio"
Fluff
★ It's always chaotic when all three of them are around; definition of "crackhead energy"; most poly dates are at an amusement/water park, Soul and Blackstar's idea not Kid's; he actually kind of hates them but enjoys them for your sakes; you most definitely will be thrown into the water by the Soul with Blackstar as an accomplice of sorts; but with a few blinks of your puppy dog eyes you can get Kid on your side to dunk Soul as payback.
★ Everybody in the house has their own chore; Kid does all of the cleaning; You do most of the cooking (don't worry even if it isn't good the boys will still eat it); And BlackStar and Soul do most of the manual labor like cutting the grass or repainting a room.
★ Soul, Blackstar and Kid are all good with kids but for different reasons; Blackstar relates to their energy and hyper activeness if not even more and gets them tired and tuckered out pretty easily which makes him perfect for nap time; Kid is more of the orderly type of parent meaning everyone's birthday is memorized, favorite foods and drinks are always kept in stock and constantly has the upper hand on sports dates and other hobbies; whilst Soul is like the cool laid-back uncle who tells kids how they should deal with bullies, how to stand up for themselves and picks them up out of school early so that they can go hang out at some dingy arcade and eat greasy pizza.
"Blackstar, I swear on Lord Death's name I will kill you. Don't throw me into the water." You screamed loudly at Blackstar who was too busy laughing at you as laid thrown over his shoulder. "Don't worry Goddess, I wouldn't drop you." He easily throws your limp body over to Soul as if you were a ball and their playing a game of catch. "But Soul might." You squirm and whine in Soul's grasp as you tug at his hair in a futile attempt to make him let you go. Yet, if anything it seems to get him more pumped up and before you know it, you're beneath the pool water surface you hand easily touching the bottom of it, until you find your balance and push your way back to the top. You scramble and sputter as you cling to the pool side wall as Soul smirks at you, the image of you closely resembling a drowned rat. You let out a shaky sigh and hop back onto the poolside, your hair waterlogged, and your clothes soaked, as you lay your wet body beside Kid on a towel as he glances over at you, witness to the whole scene momentarily. " Are you alright dear." He reaches over to rub your back as you curl into his touch and sigh. "Stupid Soul... now my hair is all wet and frizzy." You yank at your locks of hair in pity and curl into Kid's body who's still gently soothing you with his hand. You pout and look up at him with the most innocent doe eyes you can muster, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at any given moment. "Help me get back at him please Kid." All Death the Kid can do in the moment is gulp, nod, and look away because who knows what he might do next of he doesn't. And it may possibly include fucking you right on the poolside until you're too weak to even go back into the water.
Angst
★ Accuse you of having a favorite boy when the seeing you hanging around somebody for unusually long periods; you try to explain that's not the case, but it doesn't really help when the boy in question has a smug look slapped on his face as he sarcastically answers their questions; everyone goes to bed hurt and upset.
"Why can't you two understand that there's nothing more special with Kid than there is with you two." You scream at a Soul and Blackstar with your head between your hands. "Then why have you been spending more time with him than you have with us." Soul's accusatory tone and Blackstar's mindless agreements sets off a spark in you as you stand up abruptly and get in their faces. Pointing a finger at them you poke Soul and Blackstar in the chest. "Maybe I spend more time with Kid because whenever I'm with you, you slobber all over some other girl's boobs." You turn your attention towards Blackstar "and maybe I'm never with you because it always ends up with me getting your ass out of trouble or with you bragging about your huge ego." You punch a nearby wall out of frustration and let tears leak out of your eyes until you hear Kid snickering under his breath about how Soul and Blackstar aren't good enough for you anyway. Shaking your aching hand off to the side, you stomp up to Kid and grip him by his shirt. "Stop saying shit like that, I love all three of you equally and if you can't get that through your thick skull then maybe..." You turn to face towards Soul and Blackstar "I shouldn't be with any of you." You wipe your tears with the back of your hand and trudge upstairs, slam the door shut, and let your soft cries whimper through the house as the three of them look at each other and then at themselves in shame.
Lime
★ 24/7 group sex; you can't escape them even if you tried; if you were really really adamant about not letting them, take you all at once; they'll each wait and stroke themselves as they wait their turn to fuck you; they'll still nag you about constantly though to convince you to change your mind; trust me you will eventually give in because their really annoying.
★ 10/10 would definitely try to fuck while you were out on group missions; It usually starts with you minding your own business and you kill and eating kishin egg souls; when usually Soul or Blackstar decide you look way to sexy, eating and killing for your own good; Kid ends up noticing their lustfulness and mocks them for a few moments before falling victim himself; they'll eventually convince you that your the needy one and they'll each take you one by one as the the other two deal with the mission; (Lord death has stopped assigning you four group missions)
"Come on babe, just a quickie." You hear Soul whisper in your ear as you chow down on another kishin egg soul. "No Soul, not right now." You push him away firmly, "If I give you one, Blackstar and Kid are gonna ask to." He grumbles something that you can't quite catch under his breath and grabs you by the waist. He rubs himself against his backside so that your forced to feel his hard-on. You swallow thickly and squirm away from away from. Unfortunately, his grasp is a little too strong and you're only riling him up. "Come on baby, I know your just as horny as I am." "But if your serious then I'll leave you be." He slowly starts to remove his hands of you and pull away to which you quickly protest. "Soul.... more please." You mumbled pulling his hand back in you. Quickly he turns you around so that you're facing him and sticks his hand underneath your clothes fondling at your breasts with his hands being weirdly cold. "Soul..." You whimper as you erratically grind your hips into his crotch. "Shit...mhm... I'm right here baby 'm not going anywhere." You can feel your panties getting stickier as you come close to your orgasm, but you suddenly interrupted by two other voices.
"Aphrodite?"
"Darling."
Two voices pull you out of your babbling mind space and back into the ancient runes that you had forgotten you were in. "No fair Soul, how dare you try to have My Goddess without me." Blackstar quickly rushes over dropping a cloth bag out of his hand that most likely contained the artifact that you were sent to retrieve. Your head flinches in the direction as the object almost hits the ground, but luckily Kid is nearby and reaches out to grab it before it falls onto the ground. You huff a sigh of relief and flick Blackstar in the middle of his forehead for his carelessness. "Blackstar be careful... that artifact was the entire..." Your words slur off quickly as Blackstar licks and sucks at your neck leaving red marks in place. "Not s-so much teeth Blackstar." Your words die in vain as Blackstar immediately bites down onto your neck causing you to arch you breasts right into Soul's face. "F-Fuck let go." You pull out of Soul's and Blackstar's grips and rush over to Kid's side. Wrapping an arm around Kid pulls you in front of him as she scoffs at has two other lovers. "Do you to have any decorum at all." Soul clicks his tongue at Kid, slightly insulted. "Oh please, we know you want her just as much as we do." Kid rolls his eyes as his other hand reaches down and cups your pussy causing you to lurch forward. "I meant that if you're going to touch her at least be swifter with your movements. She's quite a bit needy when it comes to her clit." The three of them only look at each other, smirk, and begin to surround you. You only whine as you know it's going to be a long mission.
You definitely can't tell which of the boys are my favorite........
"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be the best right?"
"If anything it's in our genetic coding as humans."
"Strive for the best and you'll become the best."
Bright florescent gym lights that leave you partially blind, obnoxious tennis shoes squealing and squeaking as they slide and glide across the freshly waxed floor, the smell of sweat and B.O from teenage girls that desperately try to forget it exists by drowning it with overly flowery perfume and wayyy to minty gum, the crash of the rim as another basket is made scoring 2 more points, it's all so tantalizing.
So why? Why am I currently being yelled at by my coach, as my "teammates" whisper and jeer at me in the corner of the gym? Those sluts, with their toothpaste ad smiles and their gold flaked nails I'll show them who to laugh at when I dunk on their asses. They aren't even fucking good at the game, they only play for attention, to scared to break a nail or even to much of a sweat.
"This is the 3rd backboard your daughter has broken in a month." Your coach grumbles bitterly, fidgeting her foot up and down on the maple floor planks "The school really can't afford to keep replacing these monthly.
"Can't we jus' send a check to the school to replace the backboards." Your mother suggests boredly, as she pulls out a spare checkbook from her pocket scribbling numbers and scrolling through her phone simultaneously.
"Well it's not only that... your daughter she's an awful team player, she refuses to pass the ball to anyone else, all her teammates feel neglected on the court" Your coach backs away, her eyes longing yet, hesitantly rejecting the check your mother is waving towards her in her hand."But their winning right." Your father queries, cutting your coach's complaints short. "My princess's team is bringin' home the gold every time." Your dad rubs the top of your head playfully smushing your hair in the process as you whine and stomp for him to quit it. He obliges to your request of course, but not smacking you lightly on the back of your neck causing you to jump away from him.
"How many points did you score in practice today hunnie." Your mom scribbles more numbers on the checkbook paper after examining it again. "38 points mum." You fiddle with the hem of your jersey shirt nervously already knowing what to expect.
Your mother gives you "the glance" and clicks her teeth, not in disappointment you've come to understand, but more so in encouragement. "You can do better than that hunnie."
"Your mother is right princess, we need at least 50 points per session practice or not." Your father hands you 38 dollars from his brown leather wallet tucked away in his back pocket, to which you gladly accept. "Yeah I know, but it ain't my fault Coach, wouldn' let me play at all." You point your finger and blame accusingly at your Coach, who's face has begun to morph into annoyance from being ignored and spoken over.
"No excuses hunnie." Your mother places phone down and digs her free hand into her purse to hand you 38 dollars as well. "Fine..." You place the two sets of money in your wallet and groan slipping it into your sports bra. "Moving on ladies."
Your father breaks the tension in the area with his signature grin. "My princess will see you tomorrow right at practice right Coach." Your father gives the woman an even toothier grin along with a smooth chuckle, causing your "teammates" to swoon in unison, as he takes the check from his wife. "We'll jus' drop this off at the front desk and take our leave."
"Coach did you tell 'em yet."
"The team is ready to start practice again." A snobbish voice is heard from behind your Coach. She averts her eyes nervously and rubs her hands together. "I'm letting them know right now E/n."
"Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. L/N." A girl with long silver hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon strides over to your Coach standing beside her confidently. Her hands were placed sassily on her waist, hiding a mischievous smirk. She shoots daggers through her eyes at you for a moment as you both make eye contact, and quickly turns to smile sweetly at your Coach and parents. "Well hurry, we're all ready to finish the quarter."
"Let us know what?" Your mother questions, as you hand your schoolbag over to your father, who willingly takes it. Your coach clears her throat awkwardly, the whole room becoming deathly quiet. Slowly, you rummage through your mother's handbag for a stick of gum, placing the wrapper back into her bag.
She gives you another "glance" this time more fed up, and snaps her fingers rapidly. "What were you lettin' us know Coach." Your mother slides a pair of encrusted shades onto her face.
"We have places to be, my daughter needs a new pair of sneakers for next week's game and has a photoshoot in a few hours."
"Your daughter's off the team." Your coach says bluntly, as you hear E/n and the entire team snicker. "What the hell are you sayin' Coach." The dribbling of a basketball in your hand starts, as you raise an eyebrow at your coach waiting on a response. "All of your teammates think your a selfish player Y/N, and I'd rather lose one player rather than the whole team."
"So until you can prove that your ready to treat this team and I with some respect and sportsmanship you're off the team."
"Tch, really Coach is that how it is." "You're gonna' get rid of your most valuable player." The ball your dribbling rolls away from you, and E/n snatches it, spinning it around on her pointer finger, a fake sense of disappointment that you can detect from a mile away radiating from her voice.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been so selfish angel~." You ball your fists in pure anger, hissing your teeth loudly. "Don't call me that you skank." Your father rests a hand on your shoulder "Calm down princess."
"But father I-" Your sentence is cut short. "Let it be, if your off the team, it's final." Your mothers says bluntly, as a lump forms in your throat and you excuse yourself outside. You swing the gym doors open, ignoring the cruel headache inducing laughs of your teammates.
And in a fit of rage you punch a wall over and over, the jagged surface bruising your knuckles. "It's not fair." "Not fair." "Not fair." Not fair." You mumble repeatedly, turning around and leaning against the wall you had just finished assaulting.
You slump down onto the floor and bury your head in your arms. "Why do it matter, if I'm a team player or not." "They shoulda been grateful I was on they shitty ass team anyway." "That stupid skank E/n, has nothing better to do obviously." You hear the crunching of gravel as footsteps approach you and quickly you assume them to be your parents, but blinded by anger, you don't look up from your self-pity.
Two presences tower over you as you sit huddled in a ball, rudely snap at the figures. "What the hell do y'all want, I don't need no lecture or nothin'" "It's obvious yall didn't mind lettin' me get kicked of the team so go away."
"You've got the wrong people." A voice scoffs. Even more annoyed, you look up to see a tall and muscular red-headed man? His aura is quite intimidating as he looks down at you. "I'm not supposed to talk to older men." You bury your head in your arms once again.
"What the hell!" "I'm a teenage boy, do you not see the uniform." He grabs your hand and places it on his school uniform. "Whateva.. and tell your friend to stop standin' behind me like a weirdo." You pull your hand away and pick yourself up off the ground and turn around to see a pale boy with light blue hair.
"You noticed I was behind you." The blue-haired boy speaks quietly, his straight face matching his tone of voice. "Of course I did, you ain't Casper the ghost or sum shit." You look at him confused "I think I'm jus' gonna go, yo crazy asses."
"Before you do, why were you crying and punching that wall." The blue haired boy asks you. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, realizing that they saw your tantrum a few minutes ago. "Can we go know, I'm starving." The red haired "boy" grumbles obviously bored, as the blue haired questions you.
"In a second." The soft voice protests, waiting for your response. "I don't tell strangers my personal life." You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well my name is Tetsuya Kuroko and that over there is Taiga Kagami, we're both middle schoolers from Seirin High."
"Dude don't tell random chicks my name." The red boys yells at him, as you look at him a bit skeptically, squinting your eyes. "You sure his ass is in highschool, blink twice if you need help." Kuroko cracks a soft grin.
"No, no he's a teenager." Kuroko reassures softly, causing you to sigh softly as you sit back in the ground where you were previously. "That's good, thought the old man was gonna kidnap me or something." Kagami yells at you again, as he rants about how he's not an old man.
All you do is grin at him, until he gets bored and rolls his eyes ready to walk away. "Whatever, Kuroko let's go I'm starving." Kuroko nods and hold his hand out towards you. "You wanna join you look like you could use it."
A little stunned by his kindness your cheeks flush as you shrug "Why not, what's the harm in it." As you grab his soft hands and follow the red and blue haired duo along, Kagami insists that Kuroko shouldn't have brought you along and that's he not an old man.
You can't help it, their chaotic energy is contagious so much so that you grin the whole walk.
Imagine being the partner of both Sebastian Michealis and Claude Faustus.
Simply put, it's the definition of overprotective and passionate.
You simply can't catch a break with the two of them in the circle, having to constantly travel between the estates until their contracts are completed to give them both equal attention.
Oh, dear God, please forbid one of them feels as if you're favoring and giving their archenemy more of your attention, it'll be pure hellfire upon everyone and anywhere. The number of times you've had to ring them both by their ears, grit your teeth in secret, and glare at them menacingly is enough to give you gray hair.
They seem to calm down really quickly if they notice your annoyance, but if they're still provoking one another revoke their bedroom privileges for a while. Let them whine, grovel and complain as much as they want, but stay firm they'll attempt to be at peace with each other for a little while (at least until they get to fuck you again.)
They both also love you unconditionally, once you pique their interest, they really don't care what species you are:
♡︎You are human, no worries. Your fragile and weak, in need of protection of 24/7, perfectly falling in line with their hero complexes. Saving their young masters 24/7 gets rather boring if they do so say. They'll also nip you and pinch you until you're sore and complaining from the pain, yet all they do is chuckle to themselves as you rub lotion on your skin grumbling. Oh yeah, and the pleasure they get from corrupting your humane innocence and pure human body and soul with fat demon cock. They'll only laugh as you squeal and squirm in pain, stretching your cunt wide open knowing it won't be long before your whiny voice goes hoarse, and your body goes numb.
"Oh, isn't that a good little human, cute little hole squelching for demon cock." Sebastian's sharp black nails holds your legs apart as you Claude fucks into you.
"Do you like being spread part like this little araignée (spider) your pretty jewel as bare your soul for us." Claude thrusts into you, releasing his seed into you, causing you to whimper. Not from the fact that he had come inside of you, but at the fact that you know Sebastian hadn't had his turn yet.
♡︎ You're an angel gone rouge from your angelic life. Absolutely Divine. Their poor goody-to-shoes who couldn't stand bowing to some incompetent God any longer. Instead, you'll worship at their feet, preferably cock in mouth. They'll most definitely protect you from angels who wish to hurt you for becoming a "traitor." But what really gets their blood boiling when you protect them from angelic magic, considering a decent amount of it injures them. Might be tempted to grope you in front of the other angels to spite them. Condescending and humiliating names during sexy times, shouldn't be ashamed of yourself lying in bed with two demons when you swore to a life of chastity.
"Look at our naughty angel, hmm... or should I say our white little devil." Tears slid down your cheeks as your hands are held behind your back with one hand by Claude as Sebastian mocks your helpless frame, pushing your head down on his length.
"I'd be ashamed of myself if I were you darling, but I suppose devils like you have no morals." Claude mumbles as Sebastian cums down your throat. Claude lets go of your head causing to you to pant like a demon in heat as cum drizzles down your chin, knowing that a life of pleasure and lust was something that you could never regret.
♡︎ You're a demon living life as a human undercover like them. Magnificent. They'll tailor all of your gowns or even suits with the best material, occasionally groping you as they measure your sizes. They'll be just a tad bit rougher, knowing you won't break as easy as anyone else would. You want to roughhouse with them, be a little patient and maybe they'll indulge you in your fun or just provoke them until they snap. You being a demon most likely means you're subjected to a "heat" as well. Perfect for these nasty fuckers. They're going to bend and contort your body in so many ways, that you may as well sign up for circus afterwards. The total disrespect of it however is that they're going to degrade you for tending to their needs.
"Are you sure you aren't of succubus descent dear; your pretty little cunt seems as if it doesn't want me to pull out." Sebastian smirks, as you shake your head no against his lewd claims, crying as he insists you must be lying to them about being a (Random animal/demon).
"Leave her be." Claude rolls his eyes at the berating his hips stuttering as his cock rubs against Sebastian's own. "Having your filthy cock inside of her is humiliating enough for a lifetime." Claude murmurs, causing you to whine softly at the backhanded insult. "Oh, shush whore." Claude bits down on your chest causing you to squeal.
In short dating both Claude and Sebastian is quite overwhelming for many people. Yet, their rivalry is always pushed aside at your times of need however, because you being hurt is being worse than being near each other. You also totally hang out with Grell, who is very much in love with your company, much to your boyfriend's dismay. Now she gets to hang out with you and drool over your boyfriend's which you really don't mind, because at the end of the day their pussy whipped for you alone.
