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kingmikoto · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

✱ warnings. mentionings of death, nudity and sexual themes

✱ author’s note. hello just wanted to pop in and let y’all know this is a very old piece from when i first started watching k project 2015, 2016 or so just to put my blog out there !!

『 Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one I still got the seed 』

Nobody could ever compare the wondrous man that was Mikoto Suoh, your one and only, King, companion, lover. Out of all the men you've ever met his fire burned the brightest and even as his soul has moved on, a piece of him still lingers in the memory in all of HOMRA. A true King, some would say, but he was so much more than that. He kept you warm and hopeful in times that you were beyond lost and cold left out in the darkness of the cruel world.

『 You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know 』

It was hard, moving on. Easier said than done. It wasn't like you were the only one. Everyone was mourning over their fallen King, but these days you only seemed to spend your days locked in the shared room you and Mikoto spent countless nights in. Sleep was something long forgotten, along with any of your spared emotions. In a world as small as it was you felt like a speck of dust floating with nowhere to go and nowhere to be.

『 'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you (thinking of you, thinking of you) Thinking of you What you would do if you were the one Who was spending the night (spending the night, spending the night) Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes (eyes) 』

You knew it was wrong, beyond wrong. Hell, it was selfish, sleazy and completely out of greed, but you had to somehow fill the void, the void Mikoto had left. You found it in his right-hand man, his best friend, the man he trusted the most, Izumo. If you said he didn't know how to put it down, you'd be lying but one night turned into another and then another. It was something that was becoming more of a ritual. One roll of his heavenly hips, made you lose yourself and the world around you. Nothing compared to Mikoto, but it was definitely as close second. He didn't entirely oblige to it, but after you practically threw yourself onto him he couldn't refuse. You knew it was more out of pity and his own pent up sexual frustration, but it just couldn't be helped. Every morning you'd stand on the edge of Izumo's bed, hanging your head in shame and he'd pretend he didn't see, that he was still in a deep slumber. It hurt him to see you that way, but what more could he do that satisfy your carnal needs?

『 You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter Like a hard candy with a surprise center How do I get better once I've had the best You said, there's tons of fish in the water So the waters I will test 』

His warmth was what you missed about him the most. How his arms encasing you in his radiant heat was the highlight of your day when you came back home from the even the worst days at work. Even when he felt at his lowest he somehow managed to trudge along with you as you two always walked hand-in-hand straight through the blazing fire. A puff of smoke, lingered in the air as you'd watch it pour from his lips, you missed that. You missed the way you two lazied around on his bed, running your hands through his fiery locks as the gentle rapping of rain against the roof seemed to put you to sleep. You missed him so Goddamn much.

『 He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth (I taste your mouth), oh He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself 』

Despite that the taste of cigarettes that lingered on Izumo's lips that he always used to smoke, it never tasted the same. It kind of sickened you, how you kept making yourself think that he could ever replace the man you loved. You always wanted to push him away, but you could never gather up the nerve.

『 The best And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go Now, now the lesson's learned I touched it, I was burned Oh, I think you should know 』

Constantly itching at the back of your brain was the mere thought of him, until one lustful night, in the heat of the moment, his image seared bright in your thoughts as your tongues melded together. And boy did it burn and you knew Izumo felt it to with the intensity of your gazes before you ashamedly turned away. It felt as if he, the King himself was there and he grew tired of watching his right-handed man pleasure you, only an avocation he could tend to. He sat himself up against the headboard of his bed as he let out a chuckle, stuffing a smoke to his lips as he let out a drag. You watched as the smoke wafted in the air. "Even when he's kicked the bucket, he's still watchin'." You let out a small laugh as you didn't even have to reach for one being that Izumo had already placed one between your lips, lit and all as you let out a drag of your own, a smile etching at your lips. "Damn, bastard."

『 'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you (thinking of you, thinking of you) (oh) Thinking of you (oh) What you would do if you were the one Who was spending the night (spending the night, spending the night) Oh, I wish that I Was looking into your, your eyes 』

Letting out an exasperated breath as you sat down in the grass after the strange occurrence that happened not too long ago. This particular afternoon the sunset was much more distinct than the others. Its fine gradient of red's, orange's and yellow's was something that reminded you all too well of him. His eyes, his hair, his radiant, prepossessing persona smoldered right into the blazing crepuscular light. Oh, how you wished you were gazing right into those refined, amber hues of his.

『 Looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes Oh, won't you walk through And bust in the door and take me away Oh, no more mistakes 'Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay, stay 』

Heavyhearted, you carried the weight of his burdens, the name of the clan and your own. Something ached within you as you watching the way the twilight began to fade into evening and a cold wind swept around you making you shudder. His warmth basked around you and tears pricked at your lumbering eyes, a content feeling surged past you as you shifted your gaze upwards, finding the Red Clan behind you. Yata's hand jutted toward you with a soft smile as you stared it with glazed [e/c] hues and then it hit you. You didn't need to be alone anymore, because looking at them now his vehemence had lingered within everyone of them; it always had.

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lchufflepuffcorn · 4 years

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Cigarette after sex (Suoh Mikoto x Reader)

Author’s note: 🙃🙃🙃, okay, so this is a blurd, I wanted to write about Mikoto for a while now, so here it is! You can find my masterlist here. I’m also on patreon and on Ko-fi.

Words: 234

Warning: light angst I don’t own the gif, it belongs to it’s creater/owner.

Mikoto always opens the windows and lights a cigarette after. He knows you dislike it when he smokes inside, and your room smells like candles. He prefers that odour to the grave and choking one of his cigarettes.

He usually doesn't spend the night at your apartment, but he likes the view, the windows, and yours. Tonight, the wind is warm, and as you lay back on your bed -your usual toilet breaks done- he can see the flesh of you asscheek peak out from the covers, your breast is covered. But your legs are not, and he can see the cheeky skin, a strange glimmer in his eyes shines.

You're aware that he's not ready for a relationship, he's king, and HOMRA needs him. You get that, and he,s glad. Mikoto sometimes thinks that you're too good for him. Too kind and understanding. You're always ready to take care of him, but who takes care of you?

The least Mikoto can do is to be loyal and only come back to you. He as no other arms to lay in, exclusively yours, he promised that to himself. You're not him, and he can't be yours just yet, but he swore that only with you, he would be this vulnerable to lit a cigarette in your room after sex.

After all, you're the only one who persuaded him to smoke with the window open.

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wife-of-mikoto-suoh · 4 years

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A Red Queen’s Duties

Pairing: Mikoto Suoh x Reader, Homra x Reader

Warnings: crappy writing??????

Genre: hcs (is this even considered a genre???), FLUFF <3

Duty#1: Being assigned as the designated person to wake up Mikoto.

Let’s be honest, it’s hard to wake him up. Not only that, he’s not.....very welcoming to people who wakes him up. So yes, that’ll be your job.

Note: wake him up with kisses, believe me, it’s the fastest way. Though, there’s these two particular places that’ll wake him instantly: the nose and, of course, the lips.

Nose kisses, or better yet, Eskimo kisses tickles surprises him enough to be woken up pretty fast.

Though, I highly advise that you choose to kiss him on the lips to be a last resort. Unless, of course, you aim for it to escalate somewhere else becauseeee, you guys would probably be coming down much much later.

Duty#2: Being the “referee” and “peacemaker” of Homra

This should be pretty self-explanatory.

These young men boys just seem to always get themselves into trouble or in a fight somewhere and somehow. Without you, Izumo would probably be dead by now from all the troubles these red clansmen do.

You, along side Izumo, deal with negotiations and all the talking and the deals that must be made to avoid conflict and violence as much as possible.

But, let’s be honest, you had your fair share of moments of nearly burning people due to their...diffculties of cooperation. As much as you want to be kind and understanding, Homra does come first.

Duty#3: Acting as the mother of Homra

Yes. You serve as, not only their queen, but their ‘mother’ as well.

You don’t necessarily do all of the chores (but sometimes please do; help poor Izumo ;-;) but you do give out advices, help new clansmen feel at home, and scold them for being careless idiots and endangering themselves.

You also do some little guiding to some members who have a hard time controlling their new powers, and healing the injured Homra members after a fight.

You even bought a camera similar to Tatara’s just to join him record all of the possible blackmails memories of Homra’s members that can be laughed at and reminisced at in the future.

Baking cakes with Tatara everytime there’s someone’s birthday. Or just baking in general.

You would do anything for these rowdy boys, after all, you love them all unconditionally.

Duty#4: Storing the other half of Mikoto’s power

You don’t know about any other queens on their moment of chosen, but the moment the slate chose you to be the Red Queen, Mikoto’s power surged through you; and it was extremely hot, so much that you nearly set your couch on fire, as if your body wanting the power out of it; it felt like the power was purposely burning you. As if, taking a joy of seeing you suffer from the extensive heat.

Just imagine how much Mikoto was enduring all those time without you to store the other half of this monstrous power.

And you made it your top priority to take and endure, if not all, Mikoto’s pain away.

And along with Tatara, you help Mikoto keep his powers in line.

Duty#5: Serving as the pillar of Homra

You are their strength, their anchor, and their guide.

But you are Mikoto’s light; his glue to keep his crumbling form together.

Especially, after his death.

Idk what to say about this hc and I don’t 100% feel proud of it, like I could still do better, but I do hope you guys like it! ^-^

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guineapigzwei · 3 years

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Mikoto Suoh NSFW (Revised)

I did this already, but I can find it anywhere plus I did have some unfinished sections.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex Mikoto smokes a cigarette and plays with your hair. You just lay in bed snuggle with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Mikoto is a boob guy, he loves to watch your breast bounce when you ride him. He loves to play with them when he's doing you from behind and when you're both he'll fall asleep on your breast. He also loves your neck, the noises you make when he attacks your sweet spot turn him on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mikoto loves to cum inside of you, he enjoys watching his seed leak out of your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to fuck you on Kusanagi's bar.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's done it before, he doesn't remember who he did it with, he just knows that he was in a horny teen stage, and later in life before he met Anna he did do it with an ex-co-worker. (ask Kusanagi he knows who it was.)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, he loves to see your breast bounce and watching you stuff his dick inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much laughing, it's more passionate than it is goofy or serious.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't shave or do anything down there. But it's fine, he doesn't have a bush or anything like that, plus he showers.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mikoto is only romantic when it's just the two of you. During sex Mikoto is gentle and loving, he plants kisses and loves bites on your neck. Holds your hands when you ride him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He only does it when he's in the mood and you're not around. Other than that, he doesn't do it much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, spanking, and hair pulling

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed, just so he can hold you when he sleeps. You've done it on the couch upstairs (because Kusanagi would kill him if did it the bar), but switched to the bedroom because you didn't want to risk getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to see you wearing his clothes. You wear lingerie on occasions, (Valentine's day, birthdays, etc.) He loves it when you take control. His favorite turn on is seeing you in a tight shirt that shows cleave when you bend over.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Burn you or any type of pain or degradation. He doesn't want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mikoto prefers to receive instead of giving, he loves to feel your mouth around his cock. He's not very experienced with oral pleasures but he will try.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mikoto likes slow sensual sex, he likes to slowly fill you and feel you stretch and tighten around his dick. Every twitch and pulse drives him crazy. But he's not against fast and rough sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are few and far between like I said, he more into slow and sensual, he wants to feel you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves to use a vibrator on you in public, he loves watching you try to keep a poker face. He likes it when you play with his dick in public, just rub your foot on his di

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a lot of stamina, I mean he's the Red King. But he only lasts as long as his partner.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own vibrating panties and Mikoto has a vibrator that he uses on you, plus he stole the remote to your vibrating panties. There's also a pair of handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mikoto loves to tease you, he'll whisper dirty things in your ear while the guys are at the bar and watch you blush. He loves to grind against you when he's hard. Or pull you into his lap and makes sure you land

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mikoto isn't very loud not much to say about that. He does a lot of moaning and grunting but he's not a screamer. (low key wonder how he would sound as a screamer)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Have I mentioned that he wants to fuck you on Kusanagi's precious bar? Oh and you have handcuffed Mikoto before.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9 inches and thick, virgins beware.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mikoto has a high sex drive, however, it depends on his mood, some times he'll go multiple rounds and sometimes he'll just have you ride him til your spent. Just don't tease him, it won't end well for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He passes out, why is this a question.

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bandousama · 8 months

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edensrose · 2 years

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OMG YOU WRITE FOR KKKK

Could you please do a Izumo x female/inexperienced reader where he seduces her? Maybe she’s in Homra but isn’t related to anyone much? She’s new to all of it so he takes the lead and praises her a lot? Just a lot of seduction and flustered-ness 😳😳😳😳

Either that or a Yata x reader and he’s really tough and maybe gets jealous and picks a fight with someone or beats someone up and they become friends to lovers? Again, no childhood friends or anything but yeah

Thank you so much for your time and I’m so excited!!!!

I decided to do the one for kusanagi because my love for this man is unreal — hope you enjoy!

ৎ୭ — summary : izumo kusanagi uses a rare moment of privacy to seduce and kiss up his s/o

ৎ୭ — type : one-shot

ৎ୭ — genre : miscellaneous

ৎ୭ — warnings : suggestive content // nothing beyond kisses

ৎ୭ — word count : 1654

“I’m telling you, Mr Kusanagi! That damned monkey was asking for it!’’

Agitated shouting bounced off of the walls of the bar where you and a few other HOMRA members sat. As usual, Yata went off on the most recent way in which Saruhiko Fushimi pissed him off. Such a thing seemed to be natural at this point.

“I didn’t say that he wasn’t, Yata. What I did say was that you should use your inside voice. You’ll chase away customers at this rate.’’ Grimaced the bartender who stood behind his beloved bartop with a glass in one hand and a shining cloth in the other. Without a doubt, Yata’s yelling would scare away potential customers who lingered outside - much to Kusanagi’s dismay. “He has a point, Yata.’’ You glance over towards the chestnut-haired teen.

“We’ve all heard this speech before, no need to scream your lungs off.’’ Pursing your lips, you mimic him. “Look, all I’m saying is that -” Bing. Raising his PDA up, he gazes upon the recent notification. “Damn,’’ with a click of his tongue he abruptly stands from the stool. “Benzai just texted, looks like they need help.’’

That was all the boys needed to get up as well and find their way towards the door. “Careful you guys, call for backup if it gets too much.’’ Kusanagi frowns. Recently, it appeared as if their tiffs with the mafia were progressively becoming more and more of a problem. “And don’t do anything stupid!’’ He calls, before releasing a sigh as the door finally closed and silence finally eased its way in.

“You know you’re asking for the impossible, right?’’ You break the quiet as you rest your elbow upon the counter and prop your head upon your hand. “Those boys never seem to stay out of trouble.’’ The two of you exchange a short-lived laugh before he turns to begin preparing the drink you had requested not so long ago.

Whilst he worked, you couldn’t help but admire the way in which he moved - remaining so focused as if he was preparing something of the utmost importance. That was Izumo, for you. He took pride in everything that he did, regardless of how insignificant it may appear to the normal person. Such a thing was one of the many aspects that drew you into him. He was intelligent, and damn it was no secret that he was handsome. A deadly combination.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?”

The train of thoughts completely derails as you pull yourself out of your world of wonder. Were you staring? You hadn’t even realised! In fact, you hadn’t even realised that he was now right in front of you, leaning over the counter so that his face was a mere inches away from yours. Warmth bursts across your cheeks before you can stop yourself, eyes widening in the slightest due to the sudden closeness.

“A-Ah - ! Sorry - I’m. . . I wasn’t staring, Mr Kusanagi!’’ Stumbling over your words, you try to explain yourself. Instead, your gaze drops to the drink that had been set in front of you whilst you were off in la-la land. Perhaps if you denied it enough he would believe your bluff. Alas, all you received in return was one of his signature, lop-sided smirks.

“I’ve told you that you’re allowed to call me Izumo, haven’t I?’’ Pale fingers brush against some of the strands of your hair as he leans in further. “And if you weren’t staring, then what’s with that blush?”’ The pinch to your cheek is enough to draw a whimper from you. Kusanagi loved teasing you and loved flustering you even more so. “Mr K-” You stop, shuddering at the warm feel of his lips hovering near yours.

“Izumo. . .”

“Hmm?’’ He hums, a delicate hold now on your jaw. “You’re burning up, doll.’’ With a hushed voice, he grants you the feel of your lips brushing together. “We’re alone, what’re you so worried about?’’ His tone is enough to send your mind racing and at last, your eyes meet his. “ ‘m not worried about anything. . .’’ You murmur, stiff and awaiting from him to make the next move. This proved to be a pattern, he would take lead and render you a blushing mess by the end of it all.

Dazed to the point of the semi-consciousness, you had only half-processed the delicate feel of his kisses tracing along your jaw and down your neck. His free hand caressed the back of your head as he moved along your skin. Such sensation was enough to elicit a breathy noise from you as your hands press against the wood of the bar. “I-Izumo. . .’’ Yet all you receive is a chuckle in response. Vision hazed over, shivers crawling up your spine - you were unsure of where to look, where to put your hands. All of your movements were that of hesitstance and yet, it brought him great amusement. You were adorable.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.’’ Your name rolled off his tongue in such a wonderful way. Bringing the crux of your fingers to your lips you allow your head to crane in the opposite direction. “I-. . . I. . .’’ With a racing heart, you stammer. “I-. . . I don’t . . . I don’t know. . .” He pulls away, his hold now back on your chin and raising your head so that your gaze was on him and him alone. “What was that?’’ Damn him! He knew exactly what he was doing! He knew just how much this was affecting you.

“I can’t hear you if you speak so softly, dear. Should I give you a second to breathe?’’ Kusanagi begins to pull away, his warm touch leaving your skin and leaving you whining from the loss of contact. “N-No wait!’’ He could all but smirk as your hands snapped forward and gripped onto his wrists, stopping him from parting any further. “Oh?’’ He croons, “so you don’t want me to stop? Is that it?’’

Did he want you to spit it out? Who are you kidding, of course he did. The bartender took great pleasure in having you confess to your desires and yet again, it seemed as though he was fulfilling that notion.

“Y-. . . Yes,’’ you suck in a breath of air. “I. . . I-I don’t want you to stop.’’

That was all he needed to hear. Kusanagi slid arms around you and allowed his hands to grip onto your sides. He hoists you up with such effortlessness that prompts you to yelp as he sets you down onto the counter - swiftly finding himself between your legs. However, the recent shock is quick to melt away into delight when he finally grants you what you had been waiting for. A kiss.

Timidly, you mewl against his lips and sheepishly slide your fingers to his shoulders. Trembling, they curl into the fabric of his signature white shirt - giving you something to grip on as he steals your breath away once more. That was Kusanagi, for you. Your little romance had begun not so long ago, with only a few of the boys truly catching sight of it due to the bartender preferring to keep things private. Throughout your time together he had knocked the air straight out of your lungs on numerous occasions - but you never complained.

“You’re trembling.’’ Comes his breathy whisper as he parts from you in the slightest. “Do I have this effect on you, with kisses alone?’’ His fingers find your jaw yet again, thumb rubbing against the small indent in an attempt to ease your quaking form. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.’’

Contrary to popular belief, you and Kusanagi had yet to take things all the way. Perhaps that is why you were so nervous whenever such acts of intimacy took place. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, of course. Rather, you were uncertain of what to do and when to do it. Right now, he gave you a choice. All you had to do was utter a small refusal and he would immediately back off and quite possibly apologise if he feels as though he overstepped. Yet this time. . . You didn’t want that. You wanted to test the waters.

Patiently waiting for a response, he continues to brush his thumb against your cheek. “No.’’ “Dear?’’ A little taken aback, he questions. With a short inhale you find yourself nodding your head. “No, I. . . I want - I want to continue.’’ A small boost of confidence rushes through you as your hands trace to instead gently cup either side of his neck. “I want you to teach me, Izumo.’’

Silence settled between the two of you and as quick as the confidence came it left within seconds. “Iz-. . . Izumo I -’’ He shushes you, bringing his face near yours once again. “Don’t worry, doll. Just follow my lead, okay?’’ You barely have time to nod before his lips are against your again - drawing the softest of moans from you.

His arm hooks around your waist and promptly brings you further into him, your bodies pressing together in a newfound heat. As your lips danced in the newfound intimacy, Kusanagi allows his hand to give your thigh a small squeeze, pleased with the yelp that he gets out of you. When he parts from you yet again you can do nothing but heave. By now, your arms have looped around his neck and loosely hung over his shoulders as your legs hook around his waist and draw him in closer.

"Look at you," he breathes, lowering his kisses to your neck and soon the swell of your collarbone. "Have I made you that needy?" The groan against your skin sends your mind into a whirlwind of haze.

"I-Izumo," you whimper, neck arching once he begins marking you up. "J-Just. . . Stop teasing me, sh-. . . show me what to do."

And with that, your back pressed against the counter.

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Chibi! Misaki Yata X Reader

(Y/n) hummed softly from her spot on the couch, she was in the HOMRA bar waiting for her big brother and the other clansmen to return from their "walk". She decided to stay back at the bar, knowing well just how out of hand these "walks" could get. Little did she realize that today she would learn, she just didn't know the half of it. Not a half hour later she heard the jingle of the doors bell, everyone began filing in. Many had sheepish looks, that was when she noticed that the fire ball that was her boyfriend wasn't there. She also noticed that Mikoto, her king, had a cat carrier. Now she never thought of Mikoto as a pet person, but he was somewhat similar to a cat, so she figured he wanted a nap buddy.

That was until the cat carrier was set in front of her, she raised an eyebrow when she saw her king take a step back from the corner of her eye. The soft growling from within drew her attention, upon peeking inside she was greeted with the sight of a 6in tall Misaki Yata. Now this gave her a mix of conflicting feelings; on one side she was concerned with a million questions swirling in her head, on the other he was so adorable she just wanted to cuddle him. She turned her head and looked at her king, while the others seemed a little afraid, he was stoic as ever. "Mr. Mikoto... What is this?" She was hoping to hear that it was a prank, that it's some weird hologram or something. She watched the king take his time as he removed a cigarette from the pack he fished from his pocket, lighting it with his fire before he focused on her. "It's Yata." He stated it so matter of factly that she felt her eye twitch, she couldn't figure out if he was doing this on purpose or not. "I can see that, why is he little... And in a cat carrier?"

Mikoto took a slow draw from his cigarette, letting out a sigh. "He wasn't paying attention and bumped into some kid, he popped off and the kid gave him this dirty look before there was a puff of smoke. The kid ran off and when the smoke cleared well... There he was." She nodded her head and sighed, she warned Yata that he'd get in trouble if he let his attitude get the better of him. She rubbed her forehead before looking back into the kitty crate, before glancing at her king. "Ok but why is he in a crate?..." Kusanagi spoke up next, Mikoto meanwhile made his way to his usual couch to lay down and Anna wasted no time curling up at his side.

"Well... He bit Chitose, he tried to set Kamamoto on fire, and kept hitting Bando in the shin with his bat... Which had also been shrunk by the strain. The only way he'd calm down is if Mikoto set down beside him, but even then he kept growling a everyone. It was Dewa's idea to get his cat Mochi's carrier so that we could get Yata back here." Another sigh escaped her, when she looked back to the carrier she noticed Yata was sitting infront of the door. He watched her with big chocolate colored orbs, a blush on his cheeks. (Y/n) could only smile as she poked her finger through one of the little squares, everyone tensed up but were surprised by her giggles as Yata hugged her finger. She wasted no time opening the cage, watching him slowly walk out. He had looked around a little before looking up at her and reaching out, this brought a loving smile to (Y/n)'s face as she gently picked him up in one hand. She leaned him against her chest as one would a kitten, lightly running her finger over his back and watching him relax into her soft skin.

"Heh maybe we should have called you instead, it makes sense he'd let you hold him. You two have been dating a while." This had been Erik speaking up, he had kept his voice down though to not disturb the little cherry bomb. (Y/n) had giggled a bit, nodding her head. "I'll take care of him from here guys, I think we'll go to one of the spare rooms upstairs and take a nap." Kusanagi had chuckled as everyone dispersed to get comfortable, he himself went to his place behind the bar. "I got a new bed for the room at the very back, why don't you use that one and tell me how it is later." (Y/n) had nodded, moving to stand as she gently held the Chibi Yata. He was in fact awake, simply watching what all happened around them. "Will do, thanks Mr.Kusanagi."

With that out of her way (Y/n) carried the little bean upstairs, the whole way he watched her closely. He was like a kitten curious of it's new owner, his little hand reaching out and carefully touching her chin. This earned him a grin and a kiss to the head, he blushed darkly but did nothing more than watch her with his big soft chocolate gaze. Before she knew it she was at the room, she slowly opened the door, and a sigh of relaxation left her when she made it to the bed. She sat on the edge and lied back, closing her eyes as Yata moved to make himself and comfortable on her tummy. (Y/N) felt instant relaxation, the bed had been beyond comfortable and the warm little mass that was Yata helped to lull her into sleep.

(Y/N) awoke a few hours later when she couldn't move, a heavy weight held her in place. She stared groggily at the ceiling; it took a few minutes for her vision to clear. When it did, she gazed down and was met with Yata, only he wasn't a chibi anymore, but he did have his head buried in her chest and his hands certainly weren't on your hips. A deep blush struck her, but even still she stayed calm. This was the most peaceful she'd seen him in a while, he was usually a wild sleeper. A gentle smile graced her face, she reached up carefully and removed his beanie before placing it to the side. Her fingers gently ran through his hair, enjoying the soft texture.

After a few moments she felt him shift and she stopped moving, she could make out his chocolate-colored orbs thanks to the moonlight filtering through the window. He looked into her eyes a moment, though he suddenly seemed to realize their position before he jumped up to quick and fell on the floor. Of course (Y/n) laughed a bit before she sat up, even though they had been together a while he still got flustered with anything that could be considered perverse. "You ok Yata?" She spoke softly since it was a little late, Yata had sat up quickly as he now sat on the floor. His head was turned to the side as he tried to hide his blush, though she knew full well it was there. "Y-yeah.... Sorry about... Ya know..." His voice grew softer the more embarrassed he got, but hearing her laughter made him smile a bit as he relaxed. She would always be his biggest weak spot, so knowing he made her happy made him truly ecstatic. He may be a wildfire, but she was quickly becoming his oxygen.

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years

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Fire that Never Burned The Same

Do you miss him,Y/n?

Yata asks a dazed out Y/n. They sitting in the bar, while Kusanagi wipped some glasses. It’s been a week since Mikoto died. That first week after a loss is always the worst. Tears start falling like rain even though the sun shined. Eyes became swollen and dark circles formed. Y/n looked like shit. Of course she would. The love of her life was just taken from her.

-I do. Perhaps a bit too much.

She replies, taking a sip of bourbon. The fire that trailed down her throat couldn’t match his. But it was close enough. So she drowned herself in it. Kusanagi caught her once, or twice, shooting down shots in the middle of the night because that man haunted her sleep. She needed to burn. She needed to feel him again. That ache in her chest made her body hurt.

-Y/n, stop. That’s enough for now.

Kusanagi gently takes the glass from her hands. Cold. That’s what she felt like now. His mark wasn’t on her anymore. Her fire didn’t burn the way it did around him. Her heart wasn’t full.

-Anna.

She says. Anna looks up at her.

-Do you see red in me? Like how you did in him?

She couldn’t even say his name. It didn’t feel right. Not when he didn’t reply to the sound of his name like he usually did.

Anna didn’t respond. All she did was take her marble and put it into Y/n’s hand. Y/n clenched it. So much her fists started to shake.

Later that night, Y/n packed her bags and left HOMRA. With no trace, the HOMRA members were left Kingless and Queenless. They searched for her, but they knew that even if they found her, she wouldn’t return.

-You knew she would leave, didn’t you?

Kusanagi asks Anna as he lit a cigarette. Anna nods. Maybe she would find peace and love again. Or maybe she would lose herself and drive herself insane from the thought of him.

All we know is, Y/n’s life was never the same when her King left.

#k project #mikoto x reader #mikoto suoh #suoh mikoto #angst #the red king #homra

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shoheiakagi · 5 years

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Summary: In which HOMRA is a bunch of college frat boys trying to get in your pants. Or: “Come back, I’m not done wasting your time.”

Warnings: Some might be a bit ooc since they’re all fuckboys in here (some more than others), y/n culture, angst, somewhat explicit ***, unrequited feelings, Chitose in his natural habitat, Fujishima is a furry, Yata still can’t talk to women, and Bandou still can’t get laid.

Word Count: 5.6k lol

Notes: OKAY, IT’S FINALLY HERE. I was working on my FwB piece with @mangoqueens when we were suddenly like, “Okay, but fuckboy!homra tho.” Also, not including the trio in this one cause I wanted to focus on the younger guys more. A quick shoutout to @anewmourning for helping me come up with ideas for fuckboy!fujishima. This is my first ever time doing something like this, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or stale dialogue. Reblogs/replies are appreciated!

This is pretty self indulgent, so ignore it if it’s not your thing.

Yata

Obnoxious in a completely different way from the average fuckboy (as in he doesn’t break your heart. Well, not intentionally).

That one guy who always shows up to your Philosophy class late with loud rap music blasting from his headphones, with a skateboard under his arm.

But if he’s not coming to class late, he’s skipping. You don’t think you ever saw him come to class on time (seriously, why is he even in this class?).

If he’s not sleeping in class, he’s always arguing with someone, even the Professor. Usually, that random student happens to be you.

“What the fuck do you mean we don’t have free will?” “I mean that there’s something called fucking fate which means everything is destined to be, you asshat!” “The fuck did you call me?”

You happened to be the lucky student he fights with cause of the one time you ‘accidentally’ told him to shut the fuck up (but in a ‘kind’ way cause you can’t just go around cursing during class) and you’ve been on his radar ever since.

But not in that “damn, i wanna fuck her” way, more like “i hate her, i gotta ruin her life” type of way since you pretty much embarrassed him in class.

Doesn’t really hate you or wanna ruin your life though, just likes to start fights with you over petty shit (Bandou would be proud).

Intervenes whenever you’re flirting with another guy in class with the pretext of trying to “save” him from you.

And everyone definitely notices his behavior towards you cause no matter how obnoxious Yata is, he never picked any fights with girls (except for that one busty blonde who’s part of the student govt).

If he’s really feeling bold (and stupid), he would sometimes tug on your hair or jab you with his pen to get a reaction out of you in class.

Pretty much the embodiment of the whole “you know a boy likes you if he teases you a lot.”

Your philosophy class is practically a war zone at this point with how much you two bicker (which really pisses everyone off).

One day your prof assigns the class a group paper and partners you and Yata up (probably for some sadistic reason).

You refuse to have anything to do with Yata at first but then he just declares that you can write the whole paper then. So you bitterly suck it up and force him to contribute just out of spite (you know if you write it yourself, your grade will be higher. But you’re honestly willing to take the lower grade if it means Yata will suffer in the process).

He stands you up whenever you arrange to meet in cafes, the library, etc. You leave him really angry, nasty texts and tell him to go to hell.

You were over it one day and marched up to his dorm room, banging on the door, demanding that he let you in. He opens the door, irritated with you, and you push through and start going OFF on how much of an idiot and a dick he was.

And as cliche as it is, you guys were too busy yelling at each other to notice how the distance between you two was getting shorter and shorter until you had him backed against the wall. Yata looked at your lips, before looking up to glare at you, “I fucking hate you.” Before you can respond some equally nasty shit, he immediately slammed his lips against you.

What started off as a kiss, eventually turned into you getting fucked by Yata against the wall (God, you never knew a day like this would ever happen...and that he would actually be a good fuck despite his height and inability to talk to most women).

You both eventually fall into this pattern of sleeping with each other, since it’s an easier way to deal with anger and stress.

But other than sex, nothing changes between you two. You still treat each other like shit.

And in the end, your paper got a C+ so at least you passed.

You didn’t notice that you caught feelings for him until a friend pointed out that you seemed to have softened up on Yata (which you denied, of course).

But once you realized that his smile is probably one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen and how his usually obnoxious laugh suddenly became endearing to you, you noticed a change in his behavior.

He...he doesn’t pick a fight with you that much anymore? That’s a good thing, right?

But...he doesn’t really talk to you that much either, other than some half assed replies. And he stopped coming over for sex too.

Was fighting (and sex) really the only way you guys communicated with each other?

You try not to think much of it and decide to treat yourself to your favorite drink at the cafe nearby.

And it wasn’t until you were halfway across campus when you hear that familiar voice and your heart started beating like crazy when he came in your view.

But before you can call out to him, you notice the petite figure walking next to him. And then you really take a look at Yata this time.

For the first time ever, you see Yata unlike his usual, loud self. He’s patiently teaching the pretty girl how to use his skateboard, and when she holds onto him in fear of falling, you see how broad his smile gets, despite his awkward stammers and obvious blush. It was only when the girl leans over to kiss his cheek, when you decide to walk away.

It’s just in your fate for your first heartbreak to be like this.

Kamamoto

Ah yes, the king of ghosting™

So here’s the thing, you didn’t think much of him at first. But then you found out that he’s one of them and suddenly, he was just another annoying ass fuckboy to you.

So you were shocked to see him join the home economics club you were part of.

Didn’t take you long to change your opinion again cause despite his sketchy appearance and friend group, he was such a sweetheart??? He was always making sure all of the club members were appreciated and acknowledged for their efforts, would bring food for everyone, etc.

And you find yourself becoming friends with him, learning about how his parents owned a liquor store back home, how he spent his first couple of years in college undeclared cause he was following Yata around so that they can major in the same field, which obviously didn’t work out (fortunately, he was able to discover his passion for cooking).

It was during a rainy day when he was walking you back to your dorm when he leaned over to kiss you. And it was after a couple of dates, you decided to ride him in your dorm when your roommate was out.

And all was well till it was the end of the semester and it was time to go home for summer break. Despite promising to keep in touch over the summer, you notice the good morning texts becoming rare until it just stopped showing up. Replies to your texts would be vague or one worded (if it’s one of those lucky days where he finally decides to text back). It doesn’t take that long for you figure out what’s happening.

He’s ghosting you.

aka he’s breaking up with you without even letting you know.

He wants to play that game? Then fine, you’re not the type to beg someone to stay anyway. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Easier said than done,” you mused to yourself as you search for his Instagram later on.

You don’t know what you were expecting to see on his page, but you definitely were not expecting to see this thin, surfer looking guy pop up, donning the same name and username as Kamamoto.

You check his instagram and see his latest selfies and you can’t believe what you’re seeing???? Who is this guy and where is Rikio???

You thought that Kamamoto must have changed his @ until you realized that the names still there and that the other homra guys are following him (with jealous, bitter comments from Yata, Bandou, and Chitose).

He posts a lot of pics with so many pretty girls, his comment section is filled with girls, he’s out partying with so many girls.

And you can’t help but notice this petite girl named Ayumi, who keeps popping up in his comments (and the fact that he’s always replying to her).

You eventually give up. Maybe this is a sign from God that it wasn’t meant to be.

But when you come back to uni, you noticed that he’s back to his normal shape. How does he lose and gain that much weight in such a quick span of time??? And his hair????

Ironically, he suddenly remembers your existence and pretends as if he didn’t ignore you during the summer.

When he waits for you outside of your classroom with a boxed lunch for you two to share, you immediately turn around and walk away.

You loved yourself too much to let yourself be used like that.

Akagi

You know him cause everyone on campus knows him, judging by the large amount of followers he has on social media, and how he’s always seen hanging with all types of people on campus.

The type to constantly post shirtless pics and gym selfies, so that he can show off his abs and biceps (you may or may not have drooled at one or five pics). Posts videos of his crazy nights out, which always include girls and alcohol. Strangely enough though, with the amount of girls he’s seen with, you don’t hear any crazy rumors about him with any of the girls he’s seen with other than a casual hookup here and there.

He also happens to be in your consumer behavior class. And unlike the majority of the class, he’s one of the rare people who takes this class cause he actually majors in marketing. It fits him though, he’s an extremely social person who is good at persuading people, as proven during his presentation of why students should invest in the shitty gym near campus (y’know, the type ex convicts work out at), rather than the one provided by Uni.

It wasn’t until you worked with him in a group assignment that you realized that he’s a lot nicer than he looks. Suddenly, conversations about the group assignment transitioned from sitting next to each other in class to actually hanging outside of class and making plans.

It didn’t take a long time for you to realize that you were whipped for this full time student, part time delinquent with puppy dog eyes and a boyish grin.

Despite your sudden revelation, things were normal between you two. As much as you wanted your feelings to be reciprocated, you knew there was a line between your fantasies and reality. The way he interacted with you was pretty much how he interacted with everyone else and that is something you have come to understand. You guys were just friends, and nothing more.

Well, that’s what you thought until that one party homra threw a party in celebration for Bandou getting a C- in his Cultural Anthropology midterm that he thought he was going to fail (at this point, they were just desperate to throw a party).

Shouhei was a social butterfly with a lot of friends, so you weren’t surprised that he didn’t remain by your side after greeting you and your friends since he was busy rotating between different groups of people throughout the party.

But what you didn’t expect was him coming over to talk to you about the upcoming marketing exam while you were dancing along with one of your guy friends. But you realize that it’s just an excuse when he puts his hand on your lower back, inviting you to his room so that you guys can talk in private (but you didn’t care).

Next thing you know, you’re laid up on his bed with his face buried between your thighs.

Ever since that night, things have changed between you guys. Suddenly, study sessions in reserved study rooms would end up with you bent over the table while he thrusts into you. And if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought this was his infamous friend, Chitose you were dealing with.

But you know it’s Shouhei when you find out that you guys are exclusive (which relieves you when you remember how many pretty girls he’s friends with) and how there are times where you guys would have sweet pillow talks where you both talk about general shit like future aspirations but also some deep shit like family issues.

But things get difficult cause you guys act like you’re in a relationship, even though you aren’t.

You want to be in a relationship with him, but he’s not sure if he wants to settle down yet.

But he also doesn’t want to let you go, preferring to have you as his girl, but w/o officially being his girl.

You deal with this clownery shit for a few more weeks (cause you’re weak) until you finally decided to put an end to w/e you two have going on, and blocking him on social media right before the semester ended.

You eventually link up with another guy from uni over the summer and things go great with him and you guys return to the new semester as a couple.

You forgot all about Shouhei until you come across him with Bandou and Chitose on the hallways while walking with your man.

Shit, you just made eye contact with him, time to pretend you don’t know this guy.

But he calls out your name anyway, and asks you how’ve you been since you’ve been pretty awol.

(Even though Shouhei stopped walking in order to talk to you, Chitose and Bandou continue to walk past you. You don’t know if you should be relieved or worried).

You tell him that you’ve been pretty busy (trying to pretend that you didn’t block him on ig) and introduce him to your boyfriend.

You couldn’t help but notice Shouhei sizing up your man while talking to you. “So you went off and got yourself a boyfriend, huh?” His tone was carefree and nonchalant, but you knew better.

“Well we had some pretty good times together last semester too. Did you tell him about me?” *Cue implications of sexual (and semi romantic) relationship you shared with him to make your bf jealous and to back off*

You grab your bf’s hand and walk away from him before things can get messy.

Pretty much resorts to sending you texts asking if he can see you, and that just cause you’re in a relationship, doesn’t mean you can’t hang with other guys. Leaves you drunk messages and voicemails, begging you to come back to him, and how he thinks he fell in love with you.

First one to wish you a happy birthday text (even before your own bf) at 12 a.m. despite you not talking to him for months.

You want to save his texts and messages for memories’ sake (and that somewhere deep inside of you, you still have some leftover feelings for him) but you end up deleting it just incase your bf comes across it.

To move on is to grow.

Bandou

That one weird, quiet kid who usually sits in the back of the classroom, all bundled up in a hoodie and a dark pair of sunglasses (yes, even inside the classroom).

You initially thought he was pretty harmless (despite his suspicious apparel) since he usually minded his own business and worked alone.

But you were wrong. so so wrong.

It happened to be one of those days where the professor randomly announces some assignment in class and everyones already paired up, leaving you no choice but to partner with little miss sunshine at the back.

And that is when you unfortunately get to know him. For someone who doesn’t talk much, he’s hella loud. If he’s not cursing at every error message he receives from entering a code, he’s ranting about the smallest (and dumbest) shit you can possibly think of. But it didn’t really bother you that much until it happened.

While working through the assignment, you would feel his gaze on you. But anytime you would look up to meet his gaze, he would quickly turn away with a small smirk on his face. This goes on for a while until you finally hiss at him to stop staring at you. He immediately goes on defense and sneers at you, “Well shit, I didn’t know it was a crime to look at people these days. You should probably seek therapy if people looking at you scares the shit out of you.”

And you swear you never wanted to smack someone this bad before.

You were hoping that the assignment would be finished asap, so that you wouldn’t have to deal with him any longer. But fortunately for you, the professor decided to extend the deadline for the assignment, so that means more quality time spent with your partner. You frown, while Bandou smirks.

If you thought he was bad in person, he’s even worse in social media (you refuse to give him your number). Always sends you a message, especially after you post a selfie.

Pretty much the embodiment of texting like a straight white boy.

“Oh so you’re alone in your room now?? What are you wearing now??” *gets no responses back*

As per tradition, sends you an unsolicited dick pic while messaging you about a class assignment.

You see him without his stupid get up for the first time in a party thrown for him by his friends. And wow, he’s actually really fucking cute??? Who knew fucking Bandou would be that good looking? But alas, his annoying personality remains the same.

He tries to pull a move on you while on the dancefloor, whether it’s to give you a kiss or to have you grind on him. He gets annoyed when you reject him (again) and tells you to leave the party since you’re not giving him any action, with a (cute) pout on his face.

“Y’know, this party was held for ME. It’S MY party so I can tell people to leave whenever I want to-wait you’re actually leaving????”

And maybe it’s because of the realization that Bandou is a lot cuter than you thought, or the fact that you have grown used to his company (and advances), you’re on your knees in an empty bathroom stall, giving him the best blowjob he’s possibly ever had.

Which you ended up regretting since the next day you were met with whistles and smug smirks when you walked passed some of the guys of homra, immediately knowing why when your eyes zeroed in on a smug Bandou, who threw you a kissy face.

You were planning to ignore them and go on with your day, since this type of behavior is expected from them, but once Bandou made that infuriating kissy face with his infuriating ass face, you went straight up to them and smacked him right across his face, leaving the others stunned.

You looked at them with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging them. Chitose stepped up, about to say something, but Kamamoto grabbed him back.

Once you were sure none of them did anything, you walked right past them. Your face was heated up. A part of you was shocked that you actually smacked Bandou, that too in front of his friends. Another part of you was super embarrassed that you ended up giving that fuckboy a blowjob, which gave him the opportunity to brag about it to his fuckass friends. You don’t even know why you’re so angry, you knew this was something to be expected. Maybe it’s cause you actually found Bandou cute that night, or maybe it’s cause you lowkey ended up having a soft spot for him. Cause as annoying as he was, there was something endearing about him, especially with the way how he would nag about you being a bitch to him, but then immediately helping you with a coding problem that you didn’t understand without you even asking.

But that doesn’t matter now, since what’s done and done. Bandou Saburouta is just as much as an asshole as his friends, and you don’t want anything to do with that.

Chitose

Before you had class with Chitose Yo, you knew exactly three things about him: 1. He’s pretty much the ringleader of all the fuckboys (it makes sense since he’s a finance major), 2. He briefly considered majoring in the liberal arts field just because it had more girls (you heard this one from one of your friends who hooked up with him last semester), and 3. He hooked up with the young T.A. of the required psychology class he had to take. Needless to say, that did not end pretty.

Being a part of the campus’ social scene, you’ve always heard about Chitose Yo and his womanizing ways. He was that one guy who was always surrounded by girls in parties, eventually leaving soon with his (victim) date.

But you’ve never actually interacted with him until your Business Policy class. You weren’t surprised when he comes to class late, giving the professor a sheepish grin and grabbing the empty seat next to you.

He didn’t notice your presence until the professor called out your name during attendance. You knew you were a goner once he turned to look at you, slowly checking you out with an infuriating (albeit, sexy) smirk on his face.

It took you approximately two classes to be charmed by him, and a party to sleep with him.

You guys become fuck buddies, and you become accustomed to the “you up?” texts he sends around 3 a.m. (obviously turns out to be full blown sexting between you two).

As much as you hate to admit it, you eventually catch feelings for him. Not only is he the best dick you ever had, he is a genuinely funny and charming person.

Unfortunately for you though, Chitose is strict on his “stay away from relationships” rule. You know that if he ever finds out about your change in feelings, he will lose interest and cut all contact with you (and you honestly don’t think you’ll be able to take that), so you bottle it up and pretend not to care when you hear of him sleeping with someone else (this asshole even asked you to join him and this other girl for a threesome), or when he always chooses party and alcohol over you.

In the bright side (well, as bright as it can be), he’s at least honest with where you guys stand and doesn’t string you along. But you know that’s just bare minimum at this point.

You thought you were able to endure it all. But then that happened.

You guys were having sex when your roommate went out. And for once, he was actually being super romantic and soft with you. For a moment, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he’s finally coming around. But that all changes once called out a name that definitely was not yours.

Oh. Oh.

Needless to say, it got awkward real quick and you guys didn’t finish.

He admits to you that he called out his ex girlfriend’s name...His ex girlfriend from high school... Someone who he never got over, and how their breakup affected him a lot more than you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I think you should leave.” You don’t think you can do this anymore. Fortunately, Chitose does not fight back and immediately leaves.

This guy needs a therapist, but that’s not your job.

Dewa

So heres how it goes: you know Dewa through Chitose (who you were so close to having sex with but the party you guys were hooking up in was crashed by the R.A. (it was one of those small, congested parties held in a dorm)). And you know that he’s not your biggest fan since he thinks you share one brain cell with Chitose and all of his other girlie friends (doesn’t help that you once threw up in his favorite hat during a party)

That’s fine with you cause you don’t like guys who act like there’s a stick up their ass anyway.

Dewa is a different type from his friends. Where his friends were loud, obnoxious, and brass, Dewa has a superior complex in which he thinks he’s better than everyone else (honestly with that attitude, he might as well be part of the student govt. rather than a frat house). To this day, no one knows how him and Chitose are best friends.

But you can’t deny that underneath his glasses and that ridiculous derpy hat, he’s hot. A different kind of hot from Chitose, but hot (and that you really wouldn’t mind riding him, but that’s a conversation for another day).

He’s one of the few students who actually knows what the fuck is going on in your accounting class, so you couldn’t help but swallow your pride and ask him to tutor you (unless you wanted to retake this class for the third time).

So you both agree to meet up in the campus’ library during the weekend when its more quiet than usual and there’s not that much people around, and you’re not sure how you feel about that (but it’s only an hour long tutoring session. You will be able to tolerate him for that long, right?).

So far, the tutoring session has been pretty surprisingly quiet, aside from a couple of snarky remarks from Dewa, which you chose to ignore (considering your temper and mouth, that is a feat and honestly, you deserve to treat yourself once the session ends).

You were just about to think that maybe getting tutored by Dewa wasn’t so bad until you felt a warm hand slide up your thigh (you just had to wear shorts too, dammit).

You looked up at him in shock, only to see that he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his gaze was locked on your exam paper, and if it wasn’t for the hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t think he was interested in you. “Wow, you’re stupid. You seriously don’t know the difference between a balance sheet and an income statement? That’s some basic elementary shit right there,” he remarks in a bland tone.

“Shut the fuck up, I already told you that I don’t fucking get this shit,” you snap back at him. But as you two were arguing, his hand keeps sliding higher and higher till you eventually reach over and stop his hand.

Only then does he look up from the paper to glance at you. “I can leave if you’re not interested.”

You take a good look at him, wondering what he’s playing at. You decide to play along, eventually loosening up and letting his hand continue its journey.

Throughout the session, he “rewards” you with a kiss on different parts of your body (from innocent places like the inside of your wrist to more dangerous places like your inner thigh), every time you get an answer right. It didn’t take that long for you both to end the session quick, immediately rushing over to his dorm.

(And boy, did he look cute moaning underneath you while you rode the fuck out of him).

Maybe it was stupid of you to think otherwise, but you made the mistake of asking him about the next tutoring session, and how you guys can grab lunch right after.

The look he gave you made you feel like utter shit. “You don’t really think I’d go on a date with a girl like you, right? I thought I made it obvious that I have higher standards than Chitose.”

Despite the angry tears threatening to drop (dammit, you promised yourself that you would never cry over a boy), you immediately slapped Dewa before quickly dressing up and getting the fuck out of his dorm.

He’s not a fuckboy like his friends, but you’re beginning to think that he’s a lot worse.

Fuck him (and this time, not literally).

Eric

Probably the more intimidating one out of his group since you don’t think you can ever recall him with a genuine smile on his face (and no, those sinister smirks don’t count). But that didn’t matter to a lot of girls, including you.

Despite his quiet and standoffish demeanor, Eric is noticed for his Eurocentric features, accent, and witty remarks.

In your eyes, he fit the look of a European prince who has come to take you far, far away from everyone else and live happily ever after (yes, you’re in college, not in middle school).

You genuinely had a crush on him when you first saw him, but never had the guts to talk to him, let alone confess, since you’ve seen him coldly reject other girls (as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not good at dealing with rejection).

But you’re pretty sure you got over him since you now share an English literature class with him (you’re not sure why he’s even in this class if all he does is sleep) and actually got to know him. Somewhat.

Whenever you would participate in class discussions, whether it would be to discuss the current book you’re reading or to speak in english, you would always hear a smartass remark or question from him, which usually ends up with you looking dumb in front of the whole class.

It especially doesn’t help that he stares you down while he calls you out on any mispronunciations you make. And you don’t think you’ve ever felt as self conscious as you do in this class because of him.

You do hate him for it but you don’t really stand up for yourself against him (he’s too intimidating and you like to pick your own battles).

And to be fair, he’s probably just being an asshole. He doesn’t really know who you are (or care).

That’s what you thought until you go to the party thrown by his friends one night.

And maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system, but you immediately snap at him when he mocks your broken English accent.

So used to you not speaking back to him, Eric couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow before letting out a chuckle. “So she speaks!” he says in a sarcastic tone. But before you can reply, he immediately leans over and kisses you.

You won’t deny and claim that you never thought about kissing Eric, you’ve had way too many daydreams with him. But this kiss was nothing like the kiss you imagined in your daydreams.

For someone who appears quiet and somewhat soft-spoken, Eric kisses rough, and it’s nowhere near romantic as you wanted it to be. His hands grip on to your shoulders tightly, before sliding over to your hips to pull you closer. You pull back from the kiss, in favor of placing kisses on his neck and collarbone.

(You didn’t imagine getting with Eric like this, but you weren’t going to let go of this opportunity, either).

He eventually pulled you into a nearby room, making sure to kick out the half naked couple that was on the bed. It wasn’t too long before he pounded into you while you were on your hands and knees.

Once it’s over, you were left staring at the ceiling while he puts his clothes back on. Without a word, he leaves the bedroom.

So much for a prince charming, huh?

Fujishima

The Soft Boy™

Double majors in animal biology and zoology to become a vet for fuck’s sake.

You start talking to him cause he’s probably the softest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, despite his appearance.

But boy were you wrong (x2).

He listens to you attentively, offering kind words and good (generic) advice, assuring you that he’s nothing like those other boys (he’s lying, look at his friend group).

Tells you that unlike those other guys who want to fuck and dump you, he wants to get to know you and make love to you.

And everything is all fine and dandy until holy shit, you realize that this sweetheart you’ve been talking to, has a dark secret.

He’s a furry.

A. Goddamn. Furry.

Legit has a fursona in the form of an Ethiopian wolf (hint: cause its red). But he also likes dabbling into mythology so sometimes he would take the form of a lycan.

You indulge his fantasies for a while, thinking that yeah it’s weird but at least he doesn’t have a foot fetish (but it is worse than a foot fetish) and how no one’s perfect.

You wear animal costumes to sex. At first, it starts out with pretty normal costumes like a playboy bunny. Then it starts to get weird and oddly specific with wolf costumes, roleplay scenarios as animals during mating session...

Once you were finally close to getting into a commitment with him, he starts acting funny.

When you let him know that you’re not super comfortable with your eccentric foreplay, he gets offended and starts sprouting bullshit about you being just like the other girls, which is so disappointing cause he thought you would be different and actually understand his rather…unconventional needs.

Needless to say, you ended up blocking him. You needed to preserve your sanity, after all.

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Smoking Love - Chapter Eight: First Kiss (Mikoto Suoh x Female!Reader)

Warnings: Death of person, violence

A few months after your first date:

"Miko,“ your groggy voice pierced the early morning silence.

"What, Y/N/N?” he groaned into your mess of hair.

"I can barely breathe,“ you gasped, patting his hands in an effort to get him to loosen his hold.

"Oh, sorry.” The King’s arms let loose the tension they’d acquired in his sleep.

"You had another nightmare, didn’t you?“ You twisted yourself around in his embrace to face him. He always held you tighter whenever he had one.

"Mmm,” he hummed as you reached up and brushed aside one of the two stray strands of his hair back in a delicate, reassuring touch.

You wiggled your body upwards, causing Mikoto to moan again as you kept bouncing the bed, “Y/N…”

"Shh,“ you responded before giving him a small, sweet peck on the nose, your own little way of reassuring your new boyfriend that everything was alright now. You never forced him to tell you about them. All that mattered was that you helped him shake it off.

The man wrinkled it up then peeked open his eyes to see you giving him a big, child-like grin. How could one person be so cute yet so feisty?

"Now, you gotta let me go for like two minutes. I’m really thirsty and I want water.”

You tried to pry yourself from Mikoto’s strong grasp, but he would not let go.

"Mikoto,“ you whined in his ear, "pretty please.” You pouted up at him, turning up the cute factor exponentially.

�� "You can wait.“ He wanted to see how you would react to his rejection (not to mention he just liked cuddling you as much as possible), and he was not disappointed.

Your bleary eyes widened in disbelief, then you playfully swat one of his arms in chastisement, "You’re so mean. I think you enjoy teasing me too much.”

Mikoto only gave you that normal lazy smirk of his before pulling you in closer to his person. You almost resigned yourself to the fact that you wouldn’t have that glass of water anytime soon until…a devious idea dawned on you.

Finding a drop of brazen bravery within yourself, you discreetly slithered your hands underneath his white shirt and danced your fingers up his side in a feathery motion, testing your theory. It was soon confirmed when the ever-impassive King squirmed beneath your touch, then glared a warning at you, cheeks starting to warm up a fraction.

That action only succeeded in encouraging your attack even more, a giggle bubbling out of your lips when you saw his mad scramble to remove your fingers out from underneath his shirt. Who would’ve guessed the Third King, the one with the most violent temper and most infamous reputation, would be ticklish? Oh, the things you could do…

He tried to scoot farther out of your mischievous reach, though he couldn’t do it without falling out of the bed or pushing you off, neither of which he wanted to do. Meanwhile, your tickling increased tenfold, fingers going up and down on his sides at a rapid pace, causing a strange, unfamiliar noise to escape your boyfriend’s lips unexpectedly: a laugh. Albeit a small, almost indiscernible one, but a laugh nonetheless.

It incited you to snigger more at the man, “My boyfriend, the almighty Red King, is ticklish?! How adorable!”

Oh, you’d never let him live it down.

After a few more seconds of the silly torture, Mikoto managed to catch your slippery hands and yank them out of his shirt in one fast motion, pinning them up above your head in a vice-like hold while hovering over your person. That sure quieted you up in a hurry. You didn’t bother struggling, either.

His hot breath fanned against the exposed shell of your ear as he leaned down closer to you, chests almost touching. He had you trapped.

You held your breath, your body frozen in anticipation.

"I think someone needs to be punished for their bad behavior,“ he whispered in a breathless, husky voice, sending a shiver traveling down your spine.

The redhead maneuvered both of your hands into the grip of his left one, shoved the other up YOUR shirt, and proceeded to give you a taste of your own medicine.

"Miko!” you screeched, writhing underneath him like a fish out of a water, “S-stop it! M-mercy!”

He didn’t stop, though (what a shocker). He continued on with his retribution, determined to make you pay (and laugh much more).

"P-please! I-I promise I won’t tell anyone your secret! You’re k-killin’ me h-here!“ you pleaded, breaths coming in heaves.

Satisfied by your promise, Mikoto took his tickling hand away from your abdomen then rested his forehead up against your own, eyes closed, tired out by the recent events.

Your face flushed slightly in response, but you both settled down after that, enjoying the peace which followed. The soft sounds of your combined breathing were the only things permeating the silence.

You stayed in this position for a few more seconds, loving the moment you were having. Both your heart rates slowed until they began beating in sync, neither of you gasping for air any longer, reveling in the love surrounding you two. However, you had to break it up sooner or later, because Mikoto’s arms couldn’t hold him up forever.

Realizing this as his muscles began to tremble, he gave into your original request as he plopped himself back at your side, "You can go get your glass of water now.”

You unfroze yourself at his words, dashing out the door before your King changed his mind, while also eager to hurry back to the warmth of his comfy bed.

You took the steps as fast as you could without making too much noise, rushing to the faucet downstairs and grabbing a glass from the bar. You filled it up halfway then started drinking a few sips.

"You having fun up there, Queen?“

You sprayed out your current mouthful, choking on the remaining drops, those cheeks of yours flaming up again.

"Kusanagi!” you cried out in admonishment, “Don’t say things like that!”

He cruelly chortled at your embarrassment as you continued spluttering out words at him, “And I thought I told you not to call me Queen! The only thing I’m "queen” of is clumsiness and over-thinking, much less HOMRA.“

"Well, you have been dating the King for a few months. If anyone should have the title, it’d be you, Queen Y/N,” he shot you a devious grin after heading over to the counter to clean some more glasses.

You glowered at your Clansman. “You’re just as bad as Maiko or Chitose when it comes to teasing me, you jerk.”

"And for your information,“ you sniffed, "I did have fun. Now, I’m going back to Mikoto’s room, where I’ll be sleeping and actively ignoring you.”

You made a point of looking to see if he was watching you before stomping back up to Mikoto’s room, a smirk stretching your lips. Izumo shook his head at your receding figure in amusement. Your sassy, talkative personality sure balanced out the King’s impassive, lazy attitude well.

~~A couple hours later~~

"What in all fudging hell is going on down there?“ You awoke once more with a groan, the (unfortunately) familiar sounds of yelling disturbing your slumber.

"It’s not important,” your still-sleepy boyfriend grumbled, knowing you’d want to get up and intervene, “just let ‘em fight it out.”

"No, I won’t,“ you responded, being your ever-stubborn self.

"This is the third time this week they’ve fought. It needs to stop, NOW. Besides,” you continued after taking a glance at the clock, “I have a shift at the soup kitchen in about twenty minutes. I need to get up anyway.”

You tossed your legs over the edge of the warm bed, a scowl overtaking your expression. Mikoto let you go in an instant, knowing nothing would stop you from going once your mind was made up (although less than pleased at your leaving him alone for the second time that day).

You threw the bedroom door open without slamming it, marched down the stairs and over to where the argument was happening.

Let’s say you were less than surprised to find Bandō screaming obscenities at Shōhei, your newest recruit. You knew of the feelings of inferiority Bandō had when hanging around Shōhei, but jeez, they could stand to settle down once in a while.

The rest of HOMRA cleared out of your way in a hurry, sensing your scary aura. They knew to stay out of your way when you reprimanded a fellow Clansman.

You grabbed the nearest magazine on the trek there, before smacking both of the idiots upside the head with a loud whack!

"Hey!“ they simultaneously exclaimed at you, rubbing the back of their scalps.

You raised your eyebrows at them in an incredulous look, "What?! Don’t you "hey” me, you two! This stupid fighting has gone on long enough.“

That sure shut up them up fast.

You pinched your nose in exasperation, "Anyone care to tell me what this one is about?”

Bandō spoke up first, “Shōhei tried to hit on a girl I clearly called dibs on first!”

Shōhei glared at him, “No! I know I saw her before-”

"Shut it!“ you demanded, "It doesn’t matter who saw her first because one, she’s long gone, and two, you guys are friends! No one should come between you, much less a girl.”

"Now, I want you both to apologize, sincerely, then everyone can carry on with the rest of their day.“

"But-”

You gave Bandō a harsh glare, cutting him off. He huffed in annoyance, yet apologized to his long-time friend, who in turn apologized to him. They realized how ridiculous it all was when you spelled it out for them.

"See, I knew you were our Queen, Y/N, making us settle our disputes,“ Totsuka’s gentle tone sounded after the exchange.

"Tatara! Not you, too!” you complained, flushing in embarrassment.

Every one of the HOMRA members had wanted you and their King to get together. Like Izumo said, the romantic tension was killing them as well. Many of them could see the potential for a lasting, fulfilling relationship between you both. So now that you were finally together, a few took every chance to tease you about it (mainly Tatara, Kusanagi, and Chitose), the fact that you hadn’t kissed the man or how you could be considered their Queen being their favorite topics.

"We can’t call her Queen too much, though. We all know they haven’t quite sealed the deal yet.“

Of course Chitose had to chime in.

"How do you know that, Mr. Smarty Pants?” you shot back, getting some pluck back, “We could’ve already done it and you wouldn’t know. Why would we want to kiss in front of a bunch of nosy creeps just to prove we have "sealed the deal?”“

"Ooh, your defensiveness says otherwise, Y/N,” Kusanagi replied in a sing-song voice.

You banged your forehead against a wall near your person a few times, mortified beyond belief, “Ughh, you all are like the annoying brothers I never wanted to have.”

They laughed at that.

"If we’re all your annoying brothers, does that mean you’re technically dating your own sibling?“

"Stop it! You know that’s not what I meant, you guys!” you cried out over the continuous guffawing.

You raised your arms up in surrender, backing away towards the exit, “You know what? I don’t have time for this. You are being mean to me and I have to leave or I’ll be late for my shift, so goodbye, you losers.”

You almost succeeded in leaving without being stopped, but Kusanagi interrupted in time, “Are you sure you don’t want any of us to come with you? Just to keep you company?”

Your Clansmen always made sure you had someone to watch over you ever since the incident at the swim shop. They were protective of you and didn’t want to see you get hurt or triggered again, especially considering the awful things you went through in that abandoned warehouse. You understood where they came from, why they did it; however, it got on your nerves sometimes. You loved spending time with others, but the constant attention could encroach on your personal alone time now and then.

"No, I’ll be good,“ you dismissed in an instant, "I’m a strong, independent young woman who can handle herself, thank you very much.” You stuck your tongue out at him for good measure, still feeling a bit spicy at the moment.

"Strong independent young woman who still sticks her tongue out at others and pouts like a two-year-old,“ you heard someone say behind you as you left the premises.

You threw an "I hate you all” glare back at them before strutting down the sidewalk towards the soup kitchen.

You stopped for a moment, flipping out a pocket mirror, checking if you looked presentable enough. You did (surprise surprise), despite having slept in your clothes and shoes last night because you were so exhausted.

You didn’t always sleep over at HOMRA, but the debilitating nightmares started making a comeback this week, so you decided to sleep in Mikoto’s comforting embrace that night.

Nothing out of the normal happened as you continued your way to your workplace, just as you thought…until you got within two blocks of it. Some random person shoulder checked you hard, not even stopping to apologize. You wanted to call the person out, but thought better of it, realizing it wasn’t worth making a scene about. In your daze, however, you failed to notice that the bracelet which inhibited your Strain power was no longer on your wrist.

Once within a block of the soup kitchen, you took a peek at your wristwatch, finding you had seven minutes left until your shift started.

'Crap,’ you thought to yourself. Walking your current route would take you at least ten minutes.

That made you make the split-second decision to take the shortcut when you came to it, desperately not wanting to be late (a decision you regretted later on).

Your ears picked up the faint whimper of crying as you turned another corner. You pushed down the sinking feeling you had in your gut as you walked through a damp, dark alleyway on your way there, determined to get to your destination in time, hoping your hearing was just playing tricks on you. The crying only got louder, though, as you pressed on, until you came face to face with the person whose sobbing reached your ears.

The distraught woman was lying on the ground, dress in tatters, shaking like a leaf as a man towered over her small figure, blood dripping off his clenched knuckles. You wondered why no one else had come across the scene, then realized you were much farther into the slums of the city than you originally thought, noticing the rusted NO TRESPASSING sign looming over your head.

You were lost, and now in real danger, because your body froze at the eerily familiar sight, the image of Rino permeating your mind. You really should’ve taken up Izumo’s offer of having someone come with you.

You saw the perpetrator raise his fist up in a motion to hit the girl and you lost all sense of control. The distinct snap of a chain breaking above you caught your attention before a large metal safe came crashing down straight onto the man, effectively crushing him beneath it.

His skull was completely smashed in, the crimson blood leaking out from his cracked skull.

A blood-curdling scream shook you out of your horrified stupor, turning your gaze to the victim. Her figure shook, then her red eyes caught sight of you in her peripheral vision, fear radiating in her stare. The woman seemed to receive a revelation, for she backed farther into the corner of the alleyway in an effort to put some distance between you.

She pointed a shaky, accusatory finger at you, “Y-you did that, didn’t you?”

You reached for your bracelet in a nervous motion, to find that you no longer had it. Your heart stopped. She could very well be telling the truth.

"I-I don’t know how, b-but you did it! You k-killed him!“ she shrieked at you, causing you to step back in shock, the word "kill” repeating over and over in your brain.

In a fit of terror, you took off in a sprint, the woman’s screams of murderer bouncing off the concrete walls.

You had no destination in mind; you only needed to escape the horrific wails and the pooling blood.

When you finally ran out of breath, you found yourself panting outside your favorite bar: HOMRA, the one place you did not want to go to. Some of the members noticed how pale and frantic your expression was, so they rushed outside to your aid.

Kusanagi placed a hand on your shoulder, removing it when you jerked away, “Y/N, what happened? What’s the matter?”

His questioning fell on deaf ears.

"I need you to l-let them take me in. D-don’t fight them, please,“ you rambled, sounding like you’d gone insane. You knew Scepter 4 would come for you, and you didn’t want your family to get hurt fighting them.

"Y/N, what on earth are you babbling about? Let’s get you insi-”

You shook your head furiously, “No, no. I need you to keep Mikoto from-” you licked your lips in nervousness, “from coming after me. I-I deserve to be locked up. O-oh, if you could see the blood, the blood-”

You were so caught up in your panicked state that you failed to see your King step out of the bar, walking out towards you at a hurried pace.

"What happened, Y/N?!“

"He-he’s dead. I-I-” You got cut off by someone grabbing your arms and making you face them.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw it was Mikoto, “N-no. You can’t b-be here. They’re c-coming.” A stray tear trickled down your cheek as he took your face in his hands in an effort to get you centered.

"Y/N, look at me,“ your boyfriend commanded in a low, unthreatening tone.

You almost gave in, but you saw a certain Blue King marching towards your position in the distance, then started going into another frenzied panic.

"M-Mikoto, th-the screams, the blood. You n-need to let me-” You tried to pry yourself away from him, digging your fingernails into his skin in an effort to do so.

The Red King realized there was no reasoning or calming you down with words or caresses at this point, so he did the next best thing that he could think of. He hated himself for choosing this moment to do so, but he was desperate. You could hurt yourself if you kept continuing on like this.

He threaded his fingers into the (h/l) (h/c) above your ears for a better grip then guided you forward until your trembling lips met his own firm ones, catching a taste of your cherry chapstick as he did so.

Your racing thoughts instantly quieted up, your eyes bugging out of their sockets at the sudden feeling of the foreign touch of his mouth on yours. You caught a whiff of the familiar scent of smoke and your mind became a blank slate as you began to focus on his fervid lips melding into your flaccid ones. You fisted his soft white t-shirt and pulled him closer to you, your skewed emotional state making you as desperate as him, reciprocating his actions. It most certainly was not the way either of you expected to have your very first kiss.

His thumbs rubbed circles on your cheekbones as more tears leaked from your eyes and he felt Kusanagi tap on his back, causing him to reluctantly remove himself from you, aware of who was coming your way.

He turned around to meet the hard stare of Reisi Munakata, pressing you into his side in order to give you some sense of protection.

"We are here to arrest Y/N L/N on suspicion of the murder of Hotaru Kumori. I suggest that you do not interfere.“ The cold, demanding voice left no room for debate or bargain.

You sensed the anger boiling up in Mikoto’s body, knowing he’d start something soon and it wouldn’t be pretty. So while he was distracted by the other man, you managed to free yourself and walk over to the captain, holding out your hands to be cuffed.

Seri Awashima clicked the restraining device onto your wrists, a grim expression written into her features.

"Y/N…” Kusanagi murmured, shocked by your willingness to turn yourself in.

"Please don’t fight them, guys,“ you pleaded, looking especially at your boyfriend, "I’m not worth it and I deserve whatever’s coming to me.”

"Mikoto,“ you added, "I want you to tell Anna I-I said goodbye and tell her I-I’m sorry I never got to see that pretty swimsuit on her.”

You had no idea how much those words broke your family’s hearts.

You blew a teary kiss over to Mikoto then turned back to the commander, who took you in her grip and escorted you to the cold prison cell that awaited you, the sensation of his warm lips still lingering on yours.

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