#“there's debauchery here! Yay debauchery!”

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The Gilded 7 Casino

This song is clearly influenced by Take 5. Or at least I want to think it is. I discussed time signatures in my previous song analysis, but like I said then the most common time signature is 4 4 (it's even called common time). It's 4 crotchet beats per bar. If you can dance the Macarena to it, it's 4 4 time. If you can dance a waltz to it, it's 3 4 time. Take 5 uses a very unusual time signature: 5 4 (5 beats per bar). Take 5 also always makes me think of casinos, even before I played this game.

Now, the Gilded 7 Casino also has a relatively uncommon time signature, but it sadly hasn't got the number 7 in it. This felt like a massive missed opportunity but it would have also been quite odd to write so I can accept it.

Anyway, to the actual analysis: the song is written in 6 8 time. Note that both numbers are different from usual. The unit beat is different: instead of a crotchet (quarter note) it's a quaver (eighth note). This is known as compound time. It's the time signature used for songs such as Greensleeves or INXS' Never Tear Us Apart.

It is my favourite time signature.

A waltz has the accent repeating every three beats (1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 for an example see this video at 1:22), and so does 6 8 (but it's more like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). You have to imagine it like two beats played per bar, and those two beats are split into thirds.

The easiest way is to say 'coventry' two times a bar.

Take a listen. Note that the tempo is quite slow relative to each 'coventry' (it's almost one coventry a second, I think it's 48 a minute), but because it's three little beats per each two big ones, it feels quite fast.

(Note that I've seen people write sheet music for it using 3 4 time. I think this wrong, but if you change the tempo the two time signatures are virtually indistinguishable, so who knows.)

So, why 6 8 (or 3 4 even)? What does this bring?

Let's take a step back and look at the rest of the song first.

It's rich. The piano feels weighty, with nice, heavy chords punctuated by deep, low notes which anchor us to the beat. You have that warm, arco violin paired with that husky-voiced saxophone. We have that constant heartbeat of the piano along with a walking bass in the back that fills out the sound nicely. It is a thick texture that is veritably thrumming with life, yet... there is still something not quite wholesome about it, isn't there?

My sources tell me it is written in D minor. This accounts for part of the discomfort it engenders. The minor key brings a sinister atmosphere to the piece; you feel like something bad is happening, if not evil than at least something dodgy. Exactly how it feels to be in a casino, surrounded by all the money being thrown around and the shady dealings going on. The casino is a Family-run business after all.

(D minor to me is also an elegant and rich key, that evokes deep purples with touches of crimson. It's because of the D being the tonic. It just is OK.)

The dynamics are decidedly loud, again creating a bustling atmosphere. I feel it is pertinent to note here that the first time we hear this song (correct me if I'm wrong but I distinctly noticed this last time I played) is during the slot machine gun scene. Unless you voluntarily choose to go back to the casino afterwards, this cutscene is the only time you'll hear the song. This piece is designed to evoke a sense of chaos and thrill.

And now, we reach the rhythm.

6 8 time. It evokes a waltz or a ballroom dance, which aids in building that elegant, luxurious vibe, but, being 6 8, it is notably quicker than a normal waltz would be. It gives the piece a briskness, but since each fundamental beat (the 1 and the 4 I pointed out earlier) is quite slow, it doesn't lose that languid, almost bloated feeling.

Then we have the violin and sax. The violin tends to jump between playing short, detached, strongly accented notes (e.g. at 0:52) and longer, smooth notes, but never really losing any intensity (e.g. 0:41). The saxophone is much the same (listen from 1:20 to 1:43). Again we have this contrast between the stateliness, the weighty feeling of wealth, and the buzz of the casino. It's a bit like the ostentatiousness of the nouveau-riche compared to old money: the casino has cash and it's showing it off. The elegance here is all bought and as a result it ends up feeling tawdry. It also helps with the action-packed scene that it features in. This is further evoked by the sax's tendency to add ornamentation to its longer notes: little flitterings of notes at the start of the drawn-out ones. It feels like it's trying to impress you.

Also, big shout out to the percussion: that cymbal crash really brings out the bam! and could be a bit of a play on the sound of coins falling. The drum beat enters quite late, at the same time as the sax. It doesn't quite work to keep the beat, however, if anything it seems to land on off beats, opposing the regularity and pacing of the piano. Once again, we have a song that brings out unease but also bewilderment and hustle and bustle. The song feels fun, it just has a dark undercurrent.

Exactly how the casino should feel.

It is not Layton-esque, and it highlights how future London has become a seedy city ruled by criminals. Recall that Layton, a man of simple elegance and refinement, who appreciates the craftmanship of a simple lacquered stool, is now (supposedly) the owner of this den of iniquity.

It evokes all the things Layton patently isn't and in doing so encourages a sense of revulsion that things could become so bad. The whole casino makes me feel sad, because it stands opposed to everything Layton believes in, and the thought he has changed so completely he would forgo those values hurts.

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Patience: ~Big brother is a prince!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: The ouran host club get an unexpected visitor ➼ what to expect:  "you need him as much as he needs you" ➼ warnings: None ➼ Part ten | Part eleven

"I am scared to think of the jokes the twins are going to make today" You raise an eyebrow at the sight of the host clubs attire for the day. Hikaru gasps "We are gentlemen y/n, we would never, you are the one with a dirty mind" You roll your eyes, laughing as you sit down at your usual table, pulling out your notebook.

"Sure" you roll your eyes through a laugh. "Just you wait y/n we will convince the boss that you should start wearing the costumes aswell" the door creaks open strangely early for the time of day "Oh. what an unnaturally young guest" Tamaki notes, low and behold stood in the doorway it a little girl that couldn't be older than five years old. "Well, glad you're here, my little lost kitty cat" he extends his hand to the little girl.

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Big brother is a prince!

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"Little kitty-cat, why have you come to see us today?" taaki asks, leaning down to make eye contact with the girl, who raises her hand to point at the club "It's a reverse harem!"

you nearly spit out your tea from over at the table at what the girl said, convinced tha you must have heard wrong. The hosts freeze up for the same reason "That can't be right. I must've heard wrong. Maybe there's still some water in my ear from when i went swimming" Tamaki bashes his head.You want to point out that he went swimming days ago but you also want to believe that you both heard wrong.

"Water in the ear that's gotta be it"

"I'm sure we just heard her wrong, there's no way this cute little girl said the words 'reverse harem' something's going on with our ears"

"There's debauchery here!" the girl exclaims again,at this point there was no denying that you had heard her right. "Yay! There's debauchery here, isn't there?"

"You're the glasses character" she points to Kyoya

"You're the boy-lolita, and the stoic type" she points to Honey and Mori.

"Twincest"

"The sex appeal" she points to you, a horrified look taking over your face. "I mean I'll take it but oh my god"

"And the bookworm!"

"hmm" she turns to tamaki who stumbles in fear, the girls eyes widen at the sight of him "Big brother?"

"My brother’s blond- you must be him!” Then, much to his surprise, she throws herself into Tamaki’s arms, hanging from his neck and kicking her feet.

“You never told us about this.”

“Since when do you have a little sister?” The twins accuse.

“I don’t- I’m definitely an only child- at least as far as I know…” Tamaki fears, holding the squirming little girl so that she doesn’t fall. "I must admit you two do look similar" You point out.

“I want to know if ‘glasses character’ is superior to 'big brother.’” Kyoya wonders, clearly still slightly tense between the two of them after what had happened at your apartment.

“Does that matter? I can’t believe she called me a bookworm.” Haruhi stews, thoroughly unhappy with her assigned character.

"You study all the time Haruhi, I got sex appeal, from a child. I'm horrified" you stare at the scene before you with concern. "They're not wrong though" the twins comment, you laugh.

"Excuse me. You want to tell me your name, little one?" Tamaki asks, slightly frazzled from the interaction. "Kirimi!"

"Kirimi?" Haruhi questions, wondering who would name their child afer salmon. "Kirmi-chan, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm really sorry but I don't have a younger sister"

Tears begin to well up in Kirmi's eyes "Are you sure? You're blond just like me" it is at that moment that you know that Tamaki isn't going to be able to resist "Well, that is true..."

He picks her up "i give in! As of this moment, I'm your new big brother! You're so cute!" he spins her around.

"I know you get carried away by emotion , but don't you think it's irresponsible to make such empty promises?" Haruhi points out, watching him spin around Kirimi.

"Don't listen to that mean Haruhi. I'm not irresponsible. Come home with me and I'll look after you" you sigh as you watch Tamaki definitely being irresponsible. "What do you think we should do?" You turn to Kyoya.

"We should probably try to find out if she actually has a brother at this school"

"Kirimi"

"Kirimi"

The black magic club door appears once again in the music room yet this time the person who steps out in a way resembles Tamaki, with long blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, uh, who they hell are you?"

"He looks like a foreigner!"

"What's up with that? How come the door looks different all of a sudden"

"Oh Kirimi" the boy steps out from the door way "Master, you forgot your cloak" a maid and butler steps out from behind him wrapping a dark cloak around the boy, which is the point that everyone realises who it actually is. "Nekozawa-senpai?" they all question in tandem.

"Master Umehito is terribly vunerable to any kind of bright light for that reason, if he doesn'tshroud himself in black, he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world, and will undoubtedly collapse and just to be comfortable, he even has to cover his beautiful blond hair with a dark wig " The maid explains.

"On the other hand his sister, mistress Kirimi, is frightened of dark, dimly lit places" The butler chimes in.

"So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai's younger sister?" Haruhi asks.

"You are quite insightful. Yes, that will be correct sir."

Tamaki puts Kirmi down, leaving her to stare in confusion at her brother. "Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding." he approaches her in his typical way which certainly is nightmare fuel to a child.

"Big brother save me from the monster!" Kirimi launches herself back into Tamaki's arms.

"Please don't be scared, I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Belzenef, the nekozawa family had worshipped cats for generations"

"You know, I get the feeling she's not scared of the puppet call me crazy, but I think it's you" Haruhi points out, Kyoya nodding behind her. "It's probably your clothes, we'll help you change, 'kay?" The twins slide in.

"Oh! Don't do that! It's far too bright! I may die!" Nekozawa-senpai cries as the twins pull at his cloak.

"I know! Why don't we just darken the room!" Honey goes to draw closed the curtains of the music room, Krimi bursts out crying "Don't! I'm afraid of the dark!"

"Don't worry little one!"

"Either way, someone's unhappy" Kyoya points out.

"It's a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result, they have come to be known as the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet"

"But Romeo and Juliet weren't brother and sister. I think their situation was a little different" Haruhi points out.

"Oh I'm well aware of that, to be honest it's something I just came up with on the fly. Pretty impressive huh? I thought it might make the story more dramatic"

"Oh I see"

"We were sent by the master's family to get our beloved mistress Kirimi back home safely"

"Is the rest of the family..." "As out of touch as you three are?"

"How dare you say such a terrible thing! The Nekozawas are a distinguished family! They're descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of russia!"

The host club's heads tilted to the side at the name "Tokarev, huh?" Kyoya questions. "Wait, you mean Romanov, right?"

"There's a legend that says once every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born. A child who is destined to be possessed by that darkness, exactly like our master Umehito" there is something about the maid that was starting to remind you of renge with her flare for the dramatic.

"That legend may or may not be true"

"What do you mean it may or may not be true?"

"Is it or isn't it?"

"Mistress Kirmi fell in love with the handsome fairytale prince of an odler brother she had seen in portraits. However, as a result of his condition, the master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black. Once she learned that her older brother was enrolled in a high school here, she decided to go looking for him. That's what brought her to your host club. We've tried to keep her comfort by reading her bed time stories about princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories so we've started reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them and i'm afraid she's become completely addicted"

"Shoujo manga?" Haruhi questions "Oh...that's not..." you cringe at the idea of shoujo manga being read to sucha small child. "Is there really debauchery in shoujo manga?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to haruhi" you shake your head. "But Sashimi-chan is so young"

"Not Sashimi" "It's Kirimi"

"So Kirimi-chan doesn't know that you're her real older brother Nekozawa-senpai?"

"Yes, we've talked to her, but she refuses to believe us"

"That's so sad, well no wonder Neko-chan is so upset"

"It's painful, that's why every night I offer prayers, in hopes that one day, Kirimi will come to embrace the darkness"

"I think you've got it backwards buddy"

"You should try to get accustomed to the light" "What are you trying to do to your sister?"

The butler steps forward "Come along mistress kirimi"

"It's time to go home"

Kirimi bursts out whailing "I'm not going with you! I don't wanna go home! I wanna stay with my big brother!"

"Nekozawa-senpai?"

"Don't worry about me Suoh, all I want is for my sister to be happy. Make sure she gets the love she deserves" Nekozawa runs away in clear distress.

"But wait a minute! Senpai!" Nekozawa is long gone.

"Sibling relations are a source of problems in any family" Kyoya pushes his glasses up, which you know that means he isn't entirely just talking about Nekozawa-senpai and Kirimi.

"I must admit though, that was a noble act, giving up being apart of kirimi's life so that she can be happy, even if leaving her with Tamaki is certainly not the best option" You think aloud.

"Even so, I'm kinda jealous, I grew up an only child, so I can't really relate. But I can't imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling that's so different from you that you can't even spend time together"

Tamaki places Kirimi down "Is something wrong? Tell me, big brother"

"I'm sorry Kirimi-chan, but I'm not the big brother you've been looking for, don't worry, he's still out there. Believe it or not you have a big brother that's even more handsome than I am, and I promise you he's a real prince"

"Oh no" you mutter, for a second you thought that Tamaki may have been doing the right thing but he's ended up going in the complete opposite direction.

"Once she stepped foot in this room, Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club and it's our job to make all our guests happy! It's an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now, 'operation: change Nekozawa-senpai into the princely character of Kirimi-chan's dreams' is underway!"

"Are you serious?"

"But sir"

"You want to change Umehito from a prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don't know if that's even possible"

"Senpai, quit getting carried away by your emotions! Don't make promises you can't keep"

Tamaki smirks "Oh, ye of little faith. Have you forgotten we have an expert on our side?"

"Oh no" you already know where this is going even before you hear the ghastly shrieks of laughter and the churning of a motor as Renge arises out of the floor.

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"And as winefried rose from the well she vowed that she would never go near him again...Kirimi can we take a break?" you figured that baby-sitting kirimi would be better than witnessing whatever Renge has in store for Nekozawa-senpai, however you figured that reading her stories you had from back at home may be more age appropriate than reading her shoujo manga.

"No! I haven't heard these stories before I want to know!" She jumps up and down on the sofa next to you, shaking your arm as she does so. "Okay one more"

"yay!" Kirimi throws herself backwards to lie back on the couch, head resting on your leg. "There was once a princess called Dwynwen..."

It is about halfway through that you realise that Kirimi has fallen asleep on top of you. "I thought it was strangely quiet" Kyoya hums from the doorway, drawing your attention "I think she has been running around so much at the dragon stories she's worn out"

"I was unaware you owned so many fairytale books" He enters the room, approaching the two of you "There are very few of these ones in print, I brought them with me to make sure they don't get thrown out"

Kyoya picks one up "I see" he trails off, attempting to read the language on the cover despite the fact that you're pretty sure that he does not know it. "How is Renge's 'masterclass' going?"

"interestingly...I must admit she certainly runs a tight regime" you laugh "Sounds about right" you pull a blanket over Kirmi after she stirs in your lap. "Do you think it will work?"

"Possibly, I know that Renge certainly does not like to take no for an answer"

"And how are things with..."

He raises an eyebrow "with?" your head tilts to the side, knowing that he is playing dumb. "You know what I am referring to"

"Tamaki and I have yet to have a chance to speak" he looks off into the distance, not wanting to make eye contact with you. "You have had ample time, you are avoiding the topic"

"And what if I am?" he finally turns back to look at you "You shouldn't, you need him as much as he needs you"

"He was incredibly careless, I cannot forgive that"

"Kyoya." your voice is stern, pulling his attention. "Do you think that Tamaki messed up my apartment maliciously?"

"Well- No- Of course I don't- he wouldn't"

"He wasn't thinking, I will admit that because he never does, why was that any different to today when he decided to get the hopes up of a five year old that he will somehow change Nekozawa-senpai into something he is not?"

"It...It isn't different and it is incredibly different at the same time"

"How?"

Kyoya pauses, looking back at you with the same look you had given him seconds ago "You know how it is different" you raise an eyebrow "I do?"

"You do. and if you do not then you are less astute then I thought you were which I incredibly doubt"

"Tell me anyway?" Kirimi stirs before Kyoya can give an answer, waking up once more, rubbing her eyes as she sits up. "Oh its the glasses guy again" you laugh.

"I'll talk to Tamaki if you want me to but no promises of anything beyond it"

All of a sudden you hear a whail from the science room down the hall, everyone's heads snapping to look at the door. "Maybe we should double check that Renge isn't going too overboard"

You move Kirmi to sit on the sofa properly "Wait here for a moment Kirimi I will be right back"

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"Dare I ask?" as you enter the science room you find Haruhi yelling tamaki who was standing next to a mannequin who appeared to be dressed like her. "It's better if you don't"

"Big brother?" Kirimi appears next to you in the doorway "This room is dark and scary" she starts to tear up. "Oh, Kirimi-chan, i asked you to wait for me in the other room"

"What's wrong little one? There, there, calm down" Tamaki runs over, picking kirmi up "You see? There's nothing to be afraid of" the two of them laugh as he spins her around.

"Senpai?" You turn around to find a dejected Nekozawa-senpai chanting to himself about being a princely big brother. "I'm not afraid of this flashlight! Self evil beam!"

Nekozawa-senpai flashes the torch in his face. "He did it!"

"Nekozawa-senpai's come a long way, he's able to shine a flashlight in his own face"

"Bravo, senpai, bravo"

"Good job, I'm impressed"

"You did it! Your little sister is going to be so thrilled"

"Look there Kirirmi-chan that gentleman is your real big brother." Tamaki points to Nekozawa.

"Kirimi" Nekozawa-senpai turns around, a horrifying look on his face due to the the underlighting. Kirimi screams at the sight, running away.

"So I guess shining the flashlight in his face" "Scared her and sent her running"

"Oh kirimi" Nekozawa-senpai bursts out crying. "I've had enough. Even if I continue your special training there's no guarantee that Kirimi will ever accept me I think she'd be better off if you acted as her brother in my stead, Suoh"

"But that's rediculous you're the big brother she's looking for. If you care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to win her over"

The twins finally pull back the curtains of the room "Hey, look Kirimi-chan hasn't made it out of the courtyard"

"There's something down there with her...oh it's just a cat" Nekozawa-Senpai gasps "Your family sure does love cats" "Even strays warm up to you guys"

"What did you say?" Nekozawa-senpai pushes the twins away to take a look "They're revered by our family, it's true, but Kirimi wouldn't participate in something like that. Something as occult as befriending a stray cat. Kirimi is afraid of animals and cats are the creatures she fears the most"

"Kirmi!" Nekozawa-senpai jumps through the window.

"Nekozawa-senpai!"

"But he's not wearing his black cloak!"

Nekozawa-senpai runs up to Kirimi, who jumps into his arms, now actually able to see him in daylight without the cloak.

"Now look at that, this is all thanks to my special training" you roll your eyes, although even you can admit that while her methods were questionable, Renge was more helpful than not this time.

"I think Nekozawa-senpai is ready to continue on his own now, one of us should probably sort out what we're going to do about this window" You look at the remains.

the rest of the host club hum in agreement "Kyoya, Tamaki? would you mind?" the two of them look at you hesitantly "S-sure" Tamaki stutters out in nervousness, whether that be at you or Kyoya it is unclear.

You smile "Great, we'll leave you to it" turning around as you go to leave you place a hand on Kyoya's shoulder "Talk to him, remember what I said, you need him" You whisper, leaving the room with the rest of the host club.

Maintaining relationships certainly was not Kyoya's strong point, that much was clear, but if Nekozawa-Senpai can overcome all that to reunite with his sister, maybe he can learn to change too, with time, and patience.

Next time on patience 'Honey's three bitter days!'

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forty-love

pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x f!reader

themes/content: tennis player gojo, tennis player geto. smut. language, brief alcohol consumption, petnames (baby, sweetheart), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), creampie, cum eating, p in v (doggy, reverse cowgirl). 18+, MDNI

word count: 5.1k

a/n: can you guys tell i watched challengers and miss tennis also yay my first stsg smut (based on their vibes from hidden inventory bc they're just so silly teehee) hope y'all enjoyyy (i also have no idea how this got so long oops)

Heat radiates off the court, the sun beaming down against your skin. The air is dry, tense, the only sound between the chirping cicadas is the bright green tennis ball being thrown against the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Gojo readies his racquet, tossing the ball into the air as his eyes meet the glaring sun. In one swipe the crack of his serve electrifies the stadium. The opposing team swings but doesn’t even come in contact with his hit, the ball rattling the fence behind them as applause breaks out.

“And with that, Gojo and Geto have won the men’s doubles!” the announcer’s voice booms through the arena.

The white-haired boy tosses his racquet aside as he charges his teammate, gripping him in a hug as they tumble across the court. Even from the stands their grins are palpable, the shared ecstasy of victory radiating off their bodies.

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“Y’know,” Gojo starts through a mouthful of orange slices, “that backhand you hit during the second set was crazy.”

“Satoru,” Geto chuckles, “you know it’s rude to talk with food in your mouth.” Reaching up a hand, he wipes away the juice that had begun trickling down the other boy’s chin with his thumb. “But thank you. That’s what practice gets you.”

“I practice!” Gojo retorts, continuing to chew the flesh of the fruit.

“When, between all the beer and girls?” Suguru takes a long sip of his Gatorade, his dark eyes never wavering from the bright cerulean of his friend’s.

“S’not my fault I know how to balance work and play,” he teases. “Speaking of which, you’re going to the Nike party with me tonight.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Satoru, we have our final match against each other tomorrow, and I’m not planning to throw the game because you just so happen to convince me to join you in your debauchery.”

“Yes,” Gojo smirks, “because I’m gonna be there, and I refuse to go without you.”

With a roll of his eyes, Geto acquiesces, unable to refuse Satoru’s dramatic pout as he bats his eyelashes. “Fine, but you have to at least let me win a set when we play tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Satoru beams, filling his mouth with another slice of orange.

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The party is loud, neon lights glaring against the darkness of the night. Music blares as miscellaneous players chat, chasing whatever brand deal or sponsorship they think they deserve.

You’re better than that, though - after all, you already have your scholarship lined up for school next year, a full-ride to play tennis until you graduate college. The peace of that knowledge allows you to stand at the outskirts of the party, idly sipping your drink, unpressured to force a conversation with those around you.

When Gojo and Geto walk in, you swear you feel the air thicken. Recruiters flock to them, opponents run from them, but everyone who’s anyone knows that they’re here. You roll your eyes at the theatrics, turning your attention to tug at the hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” a sudden voice appears beside you as the smell of cologne hits your senses, the scent vaguely reminiscent of the ocean. Glancing up, your eyes meet the brightest blue ones you’ve ever seen. “I’m Gojo,” he introduces, extending his hand out.

Crossing your arms, you smirk. “I know who you are.”

Behind him, another man suddenly appears, his dark hair pulled back into a bun. “I’m Geto,” he waves, not willing to enter the trap of your rejection by offering his hand.

Gojo’s lips form into a sly grin as he eyes you up. “Well, we know who you are, too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he tilts his head - god, he was cocky. “You won the women’s singles today, we caught the end of your game. You played well.”

Taken aback at his genuine compliment, you almost let your guard down, relaxing your shoulders. “T-thanks,” you stammer, suddenly taking in the reality of being flattered by the Satoru Gojo.

“But,” he smirks, “you should’ve won an hour before we got there - your opponent had a weak spot on her forehand volley, you should’ve exploited it.”

And there’s the overconfidence.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “Thanks,” you reply sarcastically, turning to leave, “but I don’t remember asking you to be my coach.”

“You haven't, yet.” A devilish smile is plastered on Satoru’s face, illuminated by the glowing lights around you.

“What he means to say,” Suguru interrupts, shooting a momentary glare at his friend, “is that we’d love to play with you sometime. You’re really good, and we can tell you have a lot of potential.”

Your cheeks involuntarily blush at his kindness, his honesty.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll think about it,” you mumble through the grin beginning to form on your face, still gathering your things to go. The noise of the music was beginning to blur your vision, your head pounding after a full day in the sun. Your muscles hurt, and you just want to collapse into the uncomfortable mattress in your hotel room.

“Leaving already?” Gojo teases as you begin to walk away from the pair.

Geto smacks his arm before looking at you apologetically. “If you’re staying at the same hotel the competition put all the players up in, there’s a way home that goes right along the ocean, if you want us to walk with you?”

“Didn’t you guys just get here, though? Don’t you want to stay and get courted by brand deals or something?” you ask somewhat rhetorically, incredulous that they would choose to leave with you.

“Psh, like we need it,” Gojo rolls his eyes.

With that, Suguru fully shoves him, his lanky limbs nearly catching over a nearby chair before he regains his balance, a pout evident on his face as he stares at the dark-haired man. “Again, what Satoru means is that he’s already got a Nike sponsorship, and I’m on a scholarship for next year; we only came tonight because we had to make an appearance.”

The gentleness in his voice inspires trust, a certain warmth to him that invites you in. Sighing, you accept their shared offer. “Well, I guess if we’re walking the same way back anyways, you might as well join me.”

A soft grin spreads across Suguru’s features as he leads you and a falsely-dejected Satoru from the venue.

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The soft sounds of waves crashing fills your ears from where you kneel along the beach, sand scratching at your bare thighs. The two men sit across from you, Satoru’s head resting on Suguru’s shoulder, his white hair illuminated under the moonlight. Somehow your walk home had detoured when they promised to show you their favorite spot, one they had found when they competed here a few years prior: the cove where you currently rest is private, away from the noise of the party or any other remnants of society. It’s peaceful.

You clear your throat, finally breaking the silence. “You two played well today too, y’know.”

Geto lights up at your words, a new excitement brewing beneath his skin. “You watched our game?” His hands continue methodically working over Gojo’s calves which sprawled across his lap, releasing the tension he had built up from their earlier match.

“Of course I did,” you hum, your fingers absentmindedly drawing small patterns into the sand. “I wouldn’t have missed your game for the world. You two are about to qualify for the Open, and I honestly think you have a good shot at winning it.”

“Oh, we’re gonna win it,” Gojo states matter-of-factly, his gaze lazily focused on the sky above you.

You can’t help but laugh at his confidence, the sound bubbling from your throat against the stillness of the night air. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because,” he begins, rising from where he rested against Geto, locking eyes with you, “we’re the best.”

“You aren’t the best,” you scoff in reaction. Hearing your own words, your face suddenly flushes in embarrassment - you did not just insult the two top-ranked tennis players in the country, did you?

Satoru pulls himself onto his hands and knees, leaning forward towards you as his eyes glimmer with the excitement of a challenge. Suguru’s hand rests on his back, ready to pull him back down if he oversteps (as he often does).

“Oh yeah?” he taunts, inching closer to you. “And why is that?”

“Because what you play isn’t tennis.”

Your words seem to stun the two boys, their actions suddenly halting as they turn to you. Allowing a moment of silence to settle, your gaze falls on the waves before you, the calmness soothing your thoughts.

“Tennis is electricity, an ocean. It’s a back and forth, a give and take. All I saw out there was you taking.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with taking what I want,” Gojo smirks, “especially when what I want is to win.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you follow, “but it’s not tennis.” Standing, you brush the sand from your skirt. “I hope to see you two actually play tennis tomorrow.”

Before you can leave, Geto’s voice breaks the silence.

“Come by our room tonight,” he purrs, gathering his confidence. “I’ll show you I know more than just how to take.”

A glimmer of mischief twinkles in your eyes as you turn to him, a sly smile growing across your face. “I’ll think about it.”

Turning, you walk across the beach back to the hotel.

In your absence, Gojo playfully smacks Geto’s arm. “Holy shit dude, that was smooth!” he laughs. “You think it’s actually gonna work for us?”

“‘Us’?” Geto smirks. “I was the one putting in all the work back there, you were just being an overconfident ass.”

“Psh, girls love my confidence,” he chuckles, a sound like raindrops falling on the calm waters of the sea. His blue eyes nearly glow under the moonlight, a brightness to them that’s never lost on Suguru. “Better head back and get ready for our date, though.”

“You keep saying ‘our,’” Geto teases, a newfound warmth beginning to cover his body in contrast to the cool night air as the two stand to leave.

“You know it’s always you and me, buddy,” Satoru smiles, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders as they plod through the sand. “You and me.”

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A knock alerts Gojo and Geto, who had been laying across the floor of their shared hotel room, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Satoru reaches the door first, swinging it open and welcoming you inside. Suguru, meanwhile, remains seated on the floor, his eyes covering your body as you saunter towards him: the curve of your thighs perfectly captured under your tennis skirt, the dip of your shoulders under your tank top, somehow a perfect balance of strength and poise.

Crossing your legs, you seat yourself across from Geto; Gojo is quick to join, holding out a beer to you. Shortly after he cracks open his own, he tosses another to Suguru as he spreads his legs out into the space between the three of you.

Tension builds in the air, an unspoken question forming in the back of your minds: why are you really here?

Even you weren’t certain - sure, Geto and Gojo were hot, and talented, obviously, a true force to be reckoned with in the tennis world. But more than that, they had a certain reputation, a gravitational pull to them. Anyone who got close to the pair was launched into fame, their very presence enough to garner wealth by proxy. And, yes, you had your scholarship, but was it a sin to want more? You had dreamt of going pro since you were old enough to hold a racquet, and now, with the two of them seated before you, it finally feels within your grasp.

Satoru clears his throat. “So, did your boyfriend happen to catch your game today?” he raises his eyebrows.

Gojo was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

“No,” you state, your gaze maneuvering between the two. They shift uncomfortably, waiting for you to continue. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

They both visibly relax, grinning in unison.

“Good,” Suguru hums, almost inaudible above the hum of the air conditioning.

“What about you, did your girlfriends watch you play?” you smirk, bouncing the question back to them.

Geto is quick to shake his head, “Don’t have one,” he smiles easily.

Leaning forward, Gojo ruffles his friend’s hair, which now hangs loosely over his shoulders, released from the bun that held it earlier in the night. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he purrs, tilting his head towards Geto, “his lips haven’t touched a woman’s in a while.”

Suguru roughly shoves him off, a sigh leaving his lips. Turning his attention to you, he forces his frown into a weak smile. “I promise, I’ve kissed plenty of girls.” Tilting your head slightly in jest, his words finally register in his mind. “N-not like that, just, I-”

“I think she gets it,” Gojo jokes, pulling himself from where he landed on the ground to sit behind his friend.

Another momentary silence falls, the energy between you crackling in expectation. Satoru’s hands find their way back to Suguru’s body, idly massaging his shoulders as the pair fixes their gaze on you. Behind Gojo’s irises lies burning hot flames; behind Geto’s, well-controlled embers.

“So,” you eye the boys seated across from you, a subtle intimacy underlying their actions, the gentle motion of Satoru’s fingers into Suguru’s skin, “have you two ever kissed?”

“No.” Geto answers immediately.

“Well…” Gojo trails off with a smirk, “remember that one time?”

Suguru shoots him a glare that could kill, eyes cold despite the fire behind them. “That doesn’t count.”

Leaning forward, a grin tugs at the corners of your lips as the rough carpet digs into your skin. “Oh, do tell?”

Gojo mimics your motions, pulling himself onto his knees in front of you. “Around the time we met, Suguru here, the sweetheart he is, got himself a girlfriend but hadn’t had his first kiss yet. So I, being the generous friend that I am, helped teach him how to do it.”

Glancing at Geto, a redness spreads across his cheeks, one that could be designated as rage or embarrassment, either an appropriate reaction to the information that had been unexpectedly revealed. “That was years ago, Satoru,” he grumbles.

“So you’re saying you’re a pro now, Geto?” you purr, egging him on as you place your palms in front of you, the air between you two sparking. “Why don’t you show me what Gojo taught you then, hm?”

A hint of panic lies behind his gaze as he meets yours, taking in a steadying breath. Despite the hesitation in his mind, his body knows he wants this, wants you. Without a word, he lifts a hand to your face, cupping your jaw against his rough fingertips. Pulling you in, his lips meet yours.

He’s soft, calculated, as he kisses you. Parting his lips he gently swipes his tongue along your lower lip, bringing you closer and closer. He’s patient and reserved, just like how he plays.

Separating for a moment, a small smile appears on his face before you turn your attention to the man next to you.

“Alright, Gojo, let’s learn from the coach,” you hum.

Immediately he crawls over to you, a complete and utter lack of hesitation as his hands find you, one moving to the nape of your neck and the other to your hip.

As his lips crash into yours, he’s demanding, ravenous. His tongue roughly works its way into your mouth, exploring it like his first taste of water after hours on the court, like he’ll never get to kiss you again.

Pulling away, you smile, eyes covering the two men seated in front of you. “Okay, c’mere,” you grin as you seat yourself at the end of their pushed-together twin beds.

“W-which one of us?” Geto asks.

As the words hit the air, Gojo is already moving, plopping himself down at the edge of the bed as he looks at you expectantly. Blinking at his friend’s sudden motion, Suguru follows quickly, seating himself on your other side.

Your eyes meet Gojo’s, a hint of mischief behind the cerulean, before turning to Geto, hesitation and nervousness spread across his features. Might as well make this interesting.

Shifting your body into Suguru’s, his eyelashes flutter closed as your lips meet his again. Grabbing at his shirt, you tug him closer.

“Loosen up,” you murmur into his mouth as your hands travel over his body.

Behind you, Gojo’s envy gets the best of him as he reaches around your torso. Placing open-mouth kisses along your neck, his palms travel over your chest, groping at your tits through your bra. He melds into you from behind as a moan escapes your throat, the warmth of their bodies blanketing you. Geto begins moving his arms, grabbing at any inch of your skin he can find. Before you realize it, your clothes are discarded, the boys’ shirts lost to the depths of the dirtied hotel room. Skilled fingers trace the curves of your body, tingles of electricity left in their wake.

Gojo chuckles behind you as his hands find their way between your legs, fingertips tracing your clothed cunt, sending a shiver up your spine.

“A bit eager, are we?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side.

Any insults you began to form die in your throat as his long fingers enter you, a choked, “fuck” the only thing you can get out in response. His fingertips prod at your gummy walls, finding the spot that has you rocking your hips forward, grinding yourself onto him. Your moans echo into Geto’s mouth as you chase your release.

Right as you feel the heat inside you threatening to overflow, Gojo’s motions still.

“W-why’d you stop?” you practically whine, finally breaking away from your kiss with Suguru to face him over your shoulder.

That annoying smirk is plastered on Satoru’s face as he leans forward, his hot breath tickling your skin as his lips brush against yours.

“That was me giving, now it’s my turn to take.”

Gojo’s arms reach around you to push Geto back onto the bed, your body still trapped between the two as you catch yourself on all fours. The dark-haired man looks up at you, stunned into silence as his hands rest tentatively on your hips. You gasp as Satoru suddenly pulls your panties down, the cool air hitting your heat.

Your gaze lands on Suguru’s, your eyes wide before you feel the pressure of Gojo’s cock pressing against your entrance from behind you. Your jaw slacks as your eyes roll back, the stretch of him overcoming your senses as he slides in inch by inch. Geto takes the opportunity to latch his lips to yours, imprecisely sucking against your soft skin.

Satoru’s moans fill the space as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuuuuuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, his pelvis resting against your ass.

As he pulls his hips away, his tip barely kissing your folds, his rough fingertips are suddenly felt against your clit. He imprecisely circles the sensitive bud as he thrusts back into you. In unison, you and Geto moan into each other through the kiss.

“Keep strokin’ me, jus’ like that, mmm,” Suguru hums from beneath you.

Fighting against the haze of your ecstasy as Gojo continues rolling his hips into you, you manage to focus your gaze downward, finding Satoru’s free hand wrapped around Suguru’s cock, precum smearing as he pumps his length.

“S’not - ah - me,” you manage to get out through Gojo’s increasingly rough thrusts.

Geto’s eyelids flit open, landing on Gojo’s over your shoulder. As soon as the two make eye contact, Satoru squeezes Suguru slightly harder as his thumb circles his tip, forcing his eyes back into his skull as his hips thrust desperately into his friend’s first.

Satoru chuckles from behind you as he begins to kiss up your spine, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His teeth nibble at your skin, the slight pain making your back arch further, letting his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you. From the new angle, he hits the same spot he proudly found moments prior.

“R-right there, Gojo, fuck,” you moan, your hands tightly gripping the sheets to stabilize yourself against the weight of his body on top of you.

From beneath you, Geto’s cock twitches in Gojo’s palm as he weakly breathes, “Call him Satoru.”

“Mhm, y’know me so well, Sugu,” Satoru purrs.

His thrusts are unrelenting, imprecise, needy. He’s working purely off instinct and lust as he pumps in and out of you.

“Satoru,” you whine, his motions pulling you closer and closer to your release.

“Y’gonna cum?” he breathes into your neck.

You would roll your eyes at the fact that you can practically hear his smirk through his words before a particularly deep thrust pulls a choked “a-ah mmm” from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Gojo chuckles. “Me too, baby, me too.”

His tip repeatedly prods against your sweet spot as his thumb picks up its pace against your clit.

“Hey, Suguru,” the man thrusting into you purrs, “tell me, does she look pretty when she creams all over my cock?”

Geto’s eyes flicker open, his gaze hazy as Satoru continues palming his shaft. Suddenly, your vision goes blind in ecstasy. Broken cries escape your throat as Gojo’s cock twitches inside you, painting your insides white, his hips never stilling as he fucks you through your high.

As you come down, Suguru’s words pull you back to reality. “Yeah,” he breathes from below you, “she looks real pretty.”

“Aww,” Gojo fake whines, “well that’s no fair.” He pulls out, his cum threatening to trickle down your thighs as he removes himself from Geto’s cock to grab the man’s hand. Pulling him up, he spins you around so Suguru is seated with you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. “Now I wanna see her cum while you fuck her, Suguru,” Gojo hums.

With that, the white-haired man kneels before you, one palm resting on your thigh as his fingers spread open your folds. He slowly rubs the mix of your shared essence over your puffy cunt, his eyes full of awe.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Turning his attention back to you and Geto, he smirks. “You’re gonna love fucking it, Sugu.”

Finally taking his initiative, Geto lifts you up slightly, just enough to allow his hardened cock to press against your needy hole. Slowly sinking down on his length, another shaky groan vibrates your throat as he stretches you, a searing pleasure against your walls as he fucks Gojo’s cum back into you.

“S-shit,” Suguru mutters, “feels s’good.”

His hands return to your hips, guiding you forward as you grind against him. He’s slow, methodical, in the way he fucks you, a certain precision to his motions.

“Just like that,” Gojo hums from beneath you, “y’look so perfect.”

Your mind is too clouded to decipher if he’s speaking to you or Geto, and truthfully, you don’t care. You continue rocking yourself forward, Suguru’s cock stretching you so sinfully. He may not have Satoru’s length, but fuck, is he thick. Soft moans escape your lips as you lean your head back into Geto, who takes over where Gojo left off, pressing wet kisses over the skin of your neck. Suddenly, Satoru latches his mouth onto your cunt, his tongue circling your clit as he moans into you.

“Y’taste s’good,” he groans, continuing to lap at your folds, the mixture of his seed and your slick coating his chin.

One of your hands instinctively reaches to grab his hair, pulling him into you as the other holds onto the back of Geto’s neck, tethering you to reality.

Feeling the tug at his scalp, Satoru smirks into your skin. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

The moment you open your mouth to respond he sucks at your clit with a new ferocity, cutting your reply short as it transforms into a garbled moan of “y-ahh mhm.” Gojo chuckles beneath you at your incoherent response, his breath hot. So fucking smug.

Suguru lets out a breathy chuckle from behind you as he gradually picks up his pace. “You’re just - hah - flattering yourself, ‘Toru.”

Gojo smiles devilishly against you as he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing unfocused circles into your bud. Lowering himself, he licks a languid stripe up the base of Geto’s cock from where he enters you before gently placing the man’s heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Suguru’s motions stutter as he moans, his teeth biting into your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself from the buzz of pleasure that suddenly overcomes him at the new sensation.

“Seems like the flattery was warranted,” Gojo hums before his lips return to your clit, sucking softly as tension builds within your chest.

You can’t even tell where you begin and they end, the searing kisses along your neck, the sounds of your shared moans filling the space. Suguru’s hips grow increasingly desperate yet restrained, small thrusts into your cunt as Satoru’s tongue continues flicking over your core. Geto’s body remains stiff beneath you as you roll your hips against him.

“Let y’self go, Suguru,” you slur, your mind too fuzzy to process the words, only sensing the tension he holds.

Geto’s palms hesitantly grow greedier as he grips at your skin, allowing himself to chase his own high. His motions get rougher, thrusts deeper; he’s always felt that carnal part inside of him, the one labeled desire, yet he would never give into it. But something in your words, the heat of your body, breaks him free of his self-imposed cage.

His grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place, fucking himself up into you. He’s grunting in effort, beads of sweat forming across his forehead as his fingertips dig into your skin. His motions are sloppy and rough, but so fucking good. Finally, he’s feeling it.

“Mm, I - ah - m’close,” you whine, his messy thrusts hitting every spot inside you so perfectly. The two men hum into you in acknowledgement, continuing their fervent motions.

Wet sounds of pleasure echo through the room as you get closer, until finally, the cord inside you snaps. Broken moans of their names leave your throat as you come undone, your walls fluttering around Suguru’s cock enough to send him over the edge with you. Throwing his head back, he allows himself to feel it all, take everything you’re willing to give him - as wave after wave crashes over him, his body shaking, he finally feels free.

“So, so pretty,” Gojo hums as his gaze darts between you and Suguru, watching you two be overtaken in euphoria, together.

Satoru’s tongue never slows as he messily laps at your essence, still kneeling between your legs. Your body feels electric as you come down from the height of your ecstasy, every nerve vibrating in pleasure. The mix of Gojo and Geto’s cum feels warm inside you as it slowly drips from your cunt. With a sly grin, Satoru collects the sticky mixture on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows. Without a word he rises from his knees, leaning over you.

Is he about to kiss you?

No, he can’t be.

He presses his chest into you as his palms cup Suguru’s jaw, the dark-haired man’s gaze unfocused as he watches his friend’s motions. Gojo’s blue eyes are nearly black from his blown pupils, Geto’s kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants. Silently, Satoru presses his lips to Suguru’s. Their tongues swirl against each other’s, their saliva mixing as the warmth of their bodies covers you, the heat of the kiss threatening to drown you as you’re pulled under, into the current of the moment.

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Back.

Forth.

Back.

Forth.

The crack of the tennis ball echoes through the stadium, each hit adding to the culminating tension hanging in the air. Each stroke was like thunder, each step like lightning as Satoru and Suguru rally.

Gojo hits a forehand down the line, forcing Geto into his weak spot - one only he would know after years of playing together, one Suguru would never dare to exploit of his teammate. Geto falters, missing the shot; a soft gasp erupts through the crowd.

“Forty-love,” the announcer booms, “game point for Gojo.”

Satoru takes his place to serve, absentmindedly bouncing the ball against the court as he readies himself.

Loosen up, Suguru.

Tossing it into the air, he hits a perfectly placed shot, the spin forcing Geto off his feet unexpectedly as he chases the path. It wasn’t what he calculated - yet, you could see it in Gojo’s eyes; you could feel it.

Geto hits an off-balance return, struggling to regain his composure as he returns to center court. For a moment, you lock eyes with him.

Let yourself go, Suguru.

Satoru takes the opportunity, running up to pounce on the arcing, slow shot Suguru returned. He leaps into the air, his racquet held high.

But Geto senses something is off.

The slight smirk at the corner of Gojo’s lips, the glimmer behind his eyes.

If Geto were a betting man, he would run himself back to the opposite corner of the court, preparing to take Satoru’s signature high-speed smash that would win him the game. Yet, for a moment, Suguru lets himself feel it - that’s not the shot his opponent is about to take.

Instead, he rushes the net. The moment his feet plant onto the ground, Gojo’s racquet makes contact with the ball, the slicing motion sending it twisting the exact opposite direction Geto would have predicted as it spins through the air. Landing it exactly where Suguru stands.

Geto volleys, not allowing the ball to make contact with the ground as he sends it back to Satoru’s side behind him. Gojo knows he can’t get to the ball fast enough, and he doesn’t even try; instead, he stands in place where he landed from his last play.

A wide grin forms on Satoru’s face, one of admiration, pride. “Didn’t expect you to get that one, Suguru,” he gleams.

Turning around, Geto’s back faces his opponent as he returns to his place, ready for the next serve. “Your emotions gave you away, Satoru,” he purrs through a smirk.

As Gojo prepares himself to serve again, a new electricity crackles between them. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you watch them play, sweat glistening off their backs as they pour themselves into the game: the back and forth, the give and the take.

This is tennis.

[babyouran]

Big Brother is a Prince! - when a little girl wanders upon the door of the host club and announces tamaki as her older brother, he takes it upon himself to have him and the host club help her real older brother bond with her

Pairing - fem!reader x host club

A part of - ouran add in

What normally is filled with those of taller statures instead was emptied with only a small girl wandering about the extravagant grounds of Ouran High School. She was clearly a child, two blonde pigtails swaying about as she tried to make the rounds in hopes of finding her desired room. A small rustle in a nearby bush quickly sent a jolt up the girl's spine but she courageously carried on. With only a few wrong ends, she eventually landed upon the iconic music room 3. The little crack allowed her to see the beam of sunlight shining through and with a large push, she was able to open up the room so that the group was on display.

"Welcome!" The host club all greeted her, spread out in a welcoming image dressed in outfits of law enforcement.

"Oh my, what an unusually young guest," Tamaki observed, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he took in the image of the young girl in front of him. "Well, glad you're here, my little lost cat." He stuck out his hand for her to take, his sweet smile quickly making its way back onto his features. The little girl blushed and her eyes beamed widely as she took in their costumes for literal uniforms. 

"Little kitty-cat, why have you come to see us today?" Tamaki questioned, bending over a little to get a better look at her. He carefully kept his voice lighter in hopes of comforting the girl, who seemed a bit frozen in place. 

"It’s a reverse harem!" She pointed to Tamaki, the whole group now being the ones to freeze up. Complete shock took over many of the members, concern lingering in Y/N’s own features. "This is a reverse harem!"

"That can't be right. I must've heard wrong; maybe there's still some water in my ear from when I went swimming." Tamaki hit the side of his head in disbelief.

"Water in the ear, that's gotta’ be it," Hikaru awkwardly chuckled, putting his fingers in his ears as if to clean them out. 

"I'm sure we just heard her wrong. There's no way this cute little girl said the words 'reverse harem'," Kaoru added, doing the same to his own ears. “Something is going on with our ears.”

"There's debauchery here." She stuck up her finger, making the group react in a similar manner to how they were mere seconds before. The little lady was sure sending some disgust, confusion, and uncomfortability through the hosts. 

"Wait a minute," Y/n began looking at Haruhi. "How does she even know?"

"Yay! There's debauchery here, isn't there?!" She jumped up and down. "You're the glasses character! You're the boy, lolita! And the stoic type!" She pointed to Kyoya, Honey, and then Mori. "Twincest, bookworm, and the heroine!" She finished, pointing to the twins, Haruhi, and lastly dragging a hesitant finger over to Y/n.

"Heroine?" Y/n repeated, holding up the book in her arms to try and subtly show the little girl of her fallacy. Yet she did not change her judgment, seemingly content with her original assumption, to which two of the host club members sent a small nod in agreement. 

Though she took a softer, different approach after fully taking in Tamaki’s figure, "Big brother?" The little girl whispered. "My brothers blonde! You must be him!" She jumped ecstatically into his arms while he accepted her in a small hug.

"You never told us about this," Hikaru mentioned, watching the girl cling to the president of the club, kicking her feet to get closer as he just held her in midair. 

"Since when do you have a little sister?" Kaoru added, upset at the sudden realization.

"I don't. I'm definitely an only child," he explained. "At least as far as I know,"

"The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike," Honey observed.

"I guess I could see it," Y/n commented, tilting her head to the side as if to try and capture the small girl and Tamaki’s resemblance. "She has that puppy dog sweet smile, like yours, Tamaki-senpai." She straightened herself back to take in Tamaki, who was now holding the girl upwards to cover his ever-growing blush. 

"Well, that’s not fair because you wear that stupid mask!" Tamaki exclaimed, pouting a little while Y/n wandered off back towards Haruhi. "Hey, don't walk away from your daddy!"

"I just want to know if 'glasses' character is superior to 'big brother'," Kyoya pondered.

"But does it really matter? I can't believe she called me a bookworm," Haruhi told him.

"What did she mean by 'heroine’?" Y/n questioned the two, who only responded with silence.

"'Scuse me, you want to tell me your name, little one?" Tamaki asked nicely, now letting the girl cling to him with full force.

"Kirimi!" She beamed with a large smile.

"Kirimi-chan, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm really sorry but I don't have a younger sister." Tamaki set her down, kneeling so that he could be about the same height as he broke the news.

"Are you sure?" Tears started to bubble in Kirimi's eyes. "You're blond just like me."

"Well, that is true," Tamaki whimpered once seeing her sad face. "I give in! As of this moment, I'm your new big brother!" He picked her up again, spinning her around. "You're so cute.”

“Don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises?” Haruhi questioned, looking over at him as if he were being illogical, yet he took long strides away from the girl to continue about in his happy bubble. 

"Tamaki-senpai, I appreciate how nice you are." Y/n tried a different approach, walking towards the man who had been struck through the heart at Kirimi’s emotions. "You can't just be her big brother; what about her real brother?"

"Don't listen to Y/n, she may be pretty but that doesn't mean she's always nice. I'm taking you home!" He spun the girl around faster, nearly slipping on his own feet, which caused a giggle to leave the girl. Tamaki was a man overbubbling with personality and exuberance that it was easy for a young child—and even adults—to get caught up in it. 

With no luck, Y/n looked towards one of the most reasonable in the room, "Kyoya-senpai? What are you thinking about this?" 

"We should probably try to find out if she actually has a brother at this school," Kyoya voiced, fingers tapping against his chin as he thought deeper about who the mystery blond could be.

Though there was not much more time spent pondering as an eerie voice spoke out in the room chanting, "Kirimi. Kirimi," to which a blonde followed suite, peeking his head out of Nekozawa's door. 

"Hey, uh, who the hell are you?" The twins inquired.

"He looks like a foreigner!" Honey commented with much excitement, her eyes taking in what was offered of the man's image in front of them. It was as if this man greeting the club was a whole different species. 

"There's a part of him that reminds me of someone," Y/n tried to think back, now with her fingers on her chin as she flipped through the metaphorical rollex in her head. 

"Oh Kirimi," The mystery blonde spoke again, now taking a few steps out of the darkened hallway behind him with the randomly, heavily detailed door at its entrance.

"Master," another deeper voice called after him.

"You forgot your cloak," a lighter voice added, both stepping out of the doorway to follow behind the man. The woman was adorned in a maid-like uniform, with the older male—a deep scar running down the side of his face—adorning a suit where a little kitty-shaped handkerchief (one resembling a certain cursed doll) peeked out of the breast pocket. They both helped the man get into the black cloak, now fully morphing his appearance so that his eyes were not visible, his hair was a different color, and he was now appearing exactly like the Black Magic Club president Nekozawa.

"Nekozawa-senpai?" The first years all spoke, quickly recognizing the man who had spread fear about the club chapters before. 

"Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn't shroud himself in black, he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse. And just to be comfortable, he even has to cover his beautiful blond hair with a dark wig." Nekozawa's maid patted at her eyes with a napkin, over-exaggerating the true nature of his condition.

"On the other hand, his sister, Mistress Kirimi, is frightened of dark, dimly lit places," the man told the group, taking on a much less dramatic expression compared to the other counterpart.

"So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai’s little sister?" Haruhi quiered.

"You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir.”

"Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding," Nekozawa stated, using his cursed doll to speak for him and laughing evilly afterwards. He took a few staggered steps towards her, towering over her small figure, spreading darkness to her view.

"Big brother! Save me from the monster!" Kirimi jumped back into Tamaki's arms, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Please don't be scared. I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Belzenef; the Nekozawa family has worshipped cats for generations." He tried to explain, slowly making his way to his sister while moving about the cursed puppet fitted over his hand.

"You know, I get the feeling she’s not scared of the puppet," Haruhi informed the man, looking him up and down. “Call me crazy, but I think it’s you,” to which Kyoya nodded and a gasp left Nekozawa’s lips.

"It's probably your clothes. We'll help you change, 'kay?" The twins started to bombard him, pulling at the cloak.

"That is not a good idea," Y/n mumbled, shaking her head from side to side in disapproval as Nekozawa let out yells of discomfort. 

"I know, why don't we just darken the room?" Honey turned to Y/n, nodding at his own idea before going off, running around the room and pulling the curtains over the windows.

"No! Don’t do that! I'm afraid of the dark!" Kirimi sobbed.

"Don't worry, little one," Tamaki tried to reassure her, bouncing her up and down.

"So, either way, someone is unhappy," Kyoya realized.

"It's a tragedy that both of these siblings are such polar opposites," the maid spoke sadly. "As a result, they have come to be known as the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet."

"I don't think you want to say that," Y/n replied, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the idea of the two playing such roles.

"How come?" The maid turned to her, pure confusion etched on her face.

"They weren't brother and sister; they were a romantic couple," Y/n explained to her, scratching the idea in the maid's head of Kirimi high up in a tower with Nekozawa to save her.

"Oh, I’m well aware of that." The maid nodded. "I honestly just came up with it on the spot. I thought it might make the story more dramatic." The maid confessed but Y/n did not respond with words but rather took a few steps back with an uncomfortable nod at the woman's happily sprouted words. 

"Romeo and Juliet would be like me not being able to have cake," Honey piped up, clearing up the mood.

"We were sent by the masters family to get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely," the now apparent butler mentioned, bowing towards Tamaki.

"Is the rest of the family..." Hikaru started, concern etched onto his features.

"As out of touch as you guys are?" Kaoru finished, the two holding onto one another with unease.

"How dare you say such a terrible thing?!" The maid raged, shaking Nekozawa's shoulders. "The Nekozawas are a distinguished family! They're descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!"

"Tokarev, huh?" Kyoya repeated.

"Wait, you mean Romanov, right?" Tamaki wondered, thinking about how the other name was one of a gun.

"There's a legend that says once every few hundred years a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed but the darkness exactly like our Master Umehito." The maid told the legend to the group. "That legend may or may not be true.”

"What do you mean it may or may not be true?" Honey queried, terribly confused at all of the events that had been transpiring.

"Is it or isn't it?" The twins deadpanned, their patience wearing a bit thin at the maids over the top dramatics.

She took this opportunity to explain the back story regarding Kirimi and her brother's relationship. Opening up a cat-covered family album resembling some spelbook, she began the story of how Kirimi had always admired photos of her older brother, never knowing how he appeared on a daily basis so she wandered off to the school in hopes of finding him. The maid further revealed they would read her stories of princely characters but once those ran out, they moved onto Shojo mangas. “And I’m afraid she’s become completely addicted!’

"That's where it came from," Y/n put together, the whole group reminiscing on their earlier experiences. "Hey, then can you tell me what the heroine is in a harem? What is her ro-" Y/n tried to learn from the maid but was quickly pulled back by the twins.

"If you really want to know, we can show you." They nodded to her with excitement—a look that Tamaki took as danger.

"No! Daddy will save you!" Tamaki ran over, trying to push her away from the boy's grip all while holding onto the little girl. "Don't agree to it." He pulled her arm towards his, fingers wrapped tightly around as Y/n just nodded with the same uncertainty as moments before with the maid.

"Is there really debauchery in Shojo manga?” Haruhi picked up one of the said books from the floor, flipping through the pages, “But Sashimi-chan's so young.”

"Not Sashimi, Kirimi," Nekozawa corrected, using his puppet to pretend to be him.

"So, Kirimi-chan doesn't know you’re her real, older brother?" Haruhi turned towards Nekozawa. 

"Yes. We've talked to her but she refuses to believe us," Kuretake (the maid) shared with the group while the real older brother dropped to the floor (like a similar blonde) whining to himself.

"That's so sad. Well, no wonder Neko-chan is so upset!" Honey exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.

"It's painful. That's why every night I offer prayers in hope that one day Kirimi will come to embrace the darkness," Nekozawa prayed.

"I think you've got it backwards, buddy." The twins commented, quickly following up with straight-fire comments telling him that it's better for him to get accustomed to the light.

"Come along, Mistress Kirimi," the butler began, stepping forward.

"It's time to go home," the maid told her, but Kirimi remained the same, only clinging tighter onto Tamaki. 

"I'm not going with you! I don't want to go home! I want to stay with my big brother!" She screamed, tears flowing from her eyes and moving against Tamaki with such force that he began shaking as well. 

"Nekozawa-senpai," Tamaki looked towards the sad male.

"Don't worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy. Make sure she gets the love she deserves!" He began choking up, quickly running out of the room altogether with flowing tears. 

"Wait, Nekozawa-senpai," Y/n called after him, empathy apparent in her features.

"Sibling relations are a source of problems in any family," Kyoya informed them, reflecting on his own situation.

"Even so, I'm kind of jealous. I grew up an only child so I can't really relate. But I can't imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling that's so different from you that you can't even spend time together," Haruhi expressed.

"It can be difficult, but I believe as long as there is a want, there can be a chance." Y/n smiled underneath her mask, patting Haruhi on the shoulder as she remembered her own family situation. 

Tamaki set down Kirimi, looking at her with a sad smile. "Is something wrong? Tell me, big brother." Kirimi looked up at the blonde male, who retook his kneeling position to be more eye-to-eye.

"I'm sorry, Kirimi, but I'm not the big brother that you've been looking for," he finally told her after a slight pause. "But don't worry, he's still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that's even more handsome than I am, and I promise you he's a real prince," Tamaki explained to the young girl softly.

"Once she stepped into this room, Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club, and it's our job to make all of our guests happy!" Tamaki exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair. "It's an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way! We have to do something to help them! Starting now, operation 'Change Nekozawa-senpai into the princely character of Kirimi-chan's dreams' is underway!"

"Are you serious?" The twins deadpanned.

"You want to change Umehito from a prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don't know if that's even possible,” the maid spoke with uncertainty.

"Senpai, quit getting carried away by your emotions," Haruhi scolded. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

"Oh, ye of little faith. Have you forgotten we have an expert on our side?" Tamaki reminded them, turning around with a smirk of confidence. "Someone who knows the importance of changing characters.”

"You don't think?" The twins turned towards each other, worried about who he was talking about.

Soon the iconic (-ally annoying) motor engine was heard, and Renge emerged through the ground with her boisterous laugh echoing around the room.

To begin their mission, some of the host club gathered at Science Room 3, a room that offered complete darkness with it’s curtains. The only light that gathered around the room was that from candles, softly illuminating different areas to make it more acceptable for Nekozawa’s condition. 

"Your golden locks glow in the candlelight. Your skin is like ivory. Your smile, mysterious as a flower illuminated by the moonlight. Such beauty." Nekozawa declared, seeming to sparkle in his current state with the cape removed and his true features on display. "It's as if... You're a cursed wax doll shrouded in darkness and filled with malevolence!"

"No way!" Renge smacked him. "You've got it all wrong! You numbskull. Who told you to say something like that?! How many times do I have to tell you, you're not allowed to use any occult terms!"

"I'm really sorry, but my vocabulary is a bit limited without those words," Nekozawa stressed, trempling on the floor while Renge roared above him, snakes seemingly emerging from her hair to work with her monstrous nature.

"You're not allowed to talk back to me either. You got it?" Renge smacked him a few more times with a paper. "A princely character would never try to come up with a sissy excuse like that!” And then, with a flip of a switch, she held up some photo cards, now calmed down to say, “Remember, it's okay to have a dark side; some girls like that. Cute, brooding male characters always go over well with young girls. However, referencing anything related to the occult is out of question! Mori-senpai, go ahead and add that to the board."

"Wax doll." He spoke aloud while writing it up on the chalkboard filled with numerous other terms that were not allowed for the man.

"Looks like Renge is really on top of things," Kyoya observed, crouched a bit as he stood observing with a few of the other members off on the sidelines.

"Yeah, she’s on a roll!” Honey agreed. 

"But I'm not sure the lines she's feeding him are appropriate to use on his sister," Hikaru expressed his doubts, looking over at the two with a bored expression. 

"You just going to sit and watch, boss?" Kaoru turned to look at Tamaki, who was quietly observing with the rest of the group.

"Of course! I don't want to end up with a curse on me,” he answered. 

“I thought we had disproved this already." Haruhi piped up from the end.

“Now, Haruhi, do not ever doubt the strength of curses!” He spun to stand directly in front of her, finger pointed to the woman in question, to try and enunciate his point. “Once you do, that is when the curse will get you. I’m already too tired from being such a splendid big brother to fight a curse and save the day like always,” he sighed dramatically, leaning back against the empty counter. 

"Okay, it seems that you've memorized most of your new character lines. I think it's about time we moved on. Are you ready, Senpai?" Renge questioned the man who was lying on his hands and knee, concern etched onto his features. 

"Oh, please, no! It's too soon; I can't handle it yet!" Nekozawa tried to plead with the girl.

"Evil beam!" Renge yelled, a flashlight now in her grip as she turned to point its beam on Nekozawa. He quickly tried to shield himself in for protection, turning his face away from the light with a cry. "Don't let a simple flashlight get the best of you! Work up your nerve! It's not physically affecting you, so that means it must be psychological. Even Edgar was able to face the cross once he built up his courage."

"But I thought you rejected the occult," Nekozawa pointed out.

"Occult fiction is good; occult fashion is not."

"Is that so?" Tamaki pondered.

"Don't judge him," Hikaru voiced.

"You're the one who's always wearing weird cosplay," Kaoru chimed in.

"You've gotta’ put your heart into the delivery of these lines," Renge pressed harshly onto his forehead, intently staring him down with their faces mere inches apart. "You have to imagine that you're talking to Kirimi-chan."

"That's easy for you to say, but that doesn't look anything like her," Nekozawa pointed back to another member's favorite bear dressed in a blonde pigtailed wig and pink doll dress. 

"Would you quit complaining?” Renge raged, “Look at her through the eyes of your heart!" She quickly switched emotions, staring up at the sky with gratefulness while holding the bear. “The eyes of your heart!” she growled, back to the former emotion while shoving the stuffed animal in his face.

"That's right, remember why you're doing this. It's all for Kirimi-chan's sake! Just give it a shot!" Tamaki encouraged him, passion pulsing through his veins as he looked over at the man determined for him. "It'll look like her if you use your imagination." His pure hope seemed to strike a different cord in Nekozawa as he turned back over to try and look at the bear differently. It also seemed to strike something in the twins as their eyes lit up with mischief running out of the room before quickly returning with a new plan. 

"Here ya’ go boss!" The twins chirped; they waved their hands to highlight a mannequin now with a wig resembling Y/n’s own hair along with a certain bathing suit they had wished to see her in chapters ago. 

"We got this one ready, just for you!" Hikaru smiled widely.

"We think you should go ahead and confess your love to this Y/n doll!" Kaoru declared.

"Wait, this doll is Y/n?” Tamaki noted, looking at the figure with a bit of fear from the lack of any facial features or even realistic limbs. “It doesn't even have a mask."

"You should teach him by example!" The twins insisted. Though Tamaki stood there for a minute just staring over with a bit of disbelief, Tamaki took a minute, trying to imagine what she really looked like. 

Hesitantly, he took a step forward, taking in a deep breath and trying to imagine it was just him and her. "Y/n, I..."

"Hello?" Y/n opened the door, looking over at Tamaki, who was now hugging the figure that was to resemble her.

"Y/n!” Tamaki pushed the mannequin away from him, trying to play off a nonchalant nature. “You're the real one! But when did you get here?" 

"Oh Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi facepalmed herself, having witnessed the elders idiotic actions.

"I just came now; Kirimi-chan came earlier looking for you, and you were helping her brother, so I offered to spend time with her." Y/n replied, eyeing the mannequin now strung in the corner with an inquisitive nature. “Though, if you are just using your time for things like... this... then you should offer up some time to be with her.” 

“It is disgusting,” Haruhi walked over closer towards Y/n, staring him down for his former actions. 

"What? Disgusting," Tamaki muttered, taking a few steps back to throw himself into the corner where the mannequin was, rocking himself back and forth facing the wall in worry that he had brought about ideas of him being repusive in Y/n’s mind. It felt as if a spotlight was shining on his embarrassed figure while the twins laughed with glee at their success. 

"Why don't you spend more time with her? Are you not a fan of children?" Kyoya inquired.

"It's not that." She shook her head. "It's just that she keeps wanting me to tell her everything that happens in the club. Which does not seem that appropriate yet she is very persistent. Though she happily explained the meaning behind the title ‘heroine’ used in a harem context." Y/n shared, walking over towards Kyoya.

"And that is?"

"That I am the love interest between our group," she chuckled tiredly. "Which is absurd," She nodded to herself as the rest of the group exchanged odd glances before erupting into an odd laughter.

"Very funny," Hikaru tried to amp up his laughter, making the situation a bit more uncomfortable.

"She's good at jokes," Kaoru quickly added on.

"Big brother?" Kirimi muttered, standing outside of the door that was now casting some light onto the pitch-black room. "This room is dark and scary!"

"Kirimi-chan," Y/n started to run up to her. "Let's go back to the other room; I just remembered a fun story filled with debauchery!" She tried to entice the younger girl, kneeling in front of her and rubbing her arm in efforts of comforting her.

"What's wrong, little one? There, there, calm down," Tamaki rushed over, patting her head softly before taking her further out into the lightened hallway and lifting her high up into the air. "You see? There's nothing to be afraid of," Tamaki spun her around a bit, a large smile evident on her face and back to her happy nature.

"Senpai," Renge mumbled, looking at Nekozawa, who had the flashlight in his hands.

"I'm a handsome, princely big brother," Nekozawa repeated to himself a few times, shakily holding the flashlight. "And I'm not afraid of this flashlight! Self evil beam!" He turned it on, hitting his face with the light.

"He did it!" Honey exclaimed as Mori clapped behind him.

"Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way," Renge admired. "He's able to shine a flashlight in his own face."

"Bravo senpai, bravo," the twins sarcastically cheered.

"Great job!" Y/n congratulated, sticking her thumbs up.

"I'm impressed!" Haruhi added, clapping as well.

"You did it! Your little sister is going to be thrilled!" Tamaki beamed. "Look there, Kirimi-chan! That gentleman is your real big brother," Tamaki pointed to the male with the flashlight.

Nekozawa turned around to face his sister with the flashlight carried closely underneath his face, shining a certain light to make his features look a bit more terrifying. "Kirimi." He smiled at her creepily with wide, unwavering eyes staring down. At this image of the man, Kirimi ran out of the door in unspeakable terror, tears flooding her eyes and soon enough, the screams echoing around the hallway.

"So I guess shining the flashlight in his face," Hikaru started.

"Scared her and sent her running," Kaoru ended, peeking his head out at the girl who was running with such a fast speed fuled by her pure freight.

"I've had enough," Nekozawa slumped to the ground, tears now welling in his own eyes. "Even if I continue your special training, there's no guarantee that Kirimi will ever accept me. I think she'd be better off if you acted as her big brother instead, Suoh.”

"But that's ridiculous.” Tamaki took a few steps towards him with a look of anger on his features yet kept his voice eerily calm. “You're the big brother she's looking for. If you care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to win her over."

"Hey look, Kirimi-chan hasn't made it out of the courtyard," Hikaru observed, opening up some of the curtains to let light in.

"But there's something down there with her," Kaoru noticed, looking over at the young girl who stood on the paved path, observing a type of fluffy, white creature.

"Awh, it’s a cat," Y/n observed, looking adoringly down at the animal.

“Your family sure does love cats,” Hikaru pointed out, laughing a little at the notion. 

“Even strays warm up to you guys,” Kaoru recognized, the cat now taking a few steps closer to Kirimi. 

"What'd you say?" Nekozawa ran up to the window. "They're revered by our family, it's true, but Kirimi wouldn't participate in something like that. Something as occult as befriending a stray cat. Kirimi is afraid of animals, and cats are the creatures she fears the most," he informed the group, horrified. As the cat now seemed to change its nature, its tail erect and ears flattening, Nekozawa recognized the aggression the cat held that would soon be taken out on his beloved sister. In a speedy motion, he ran towards the glass window, shielding his face as he took a leap into it.

“Nekozawa-senpai,” Tamaki called out after the man.

"But he's not wearing his cloak," Haruhi pointed out.

"He just jumped out a two-story window!" Y/n rushed over to the broken window, eyes wide at the situation that was taking place in front of her. Quickly the rest of the members joined her, now trying to peer down and see where the man was and what his next move would be.

Nekozawa somehow landed safely in a crouched position but in no time jumping to his feet and calling out to the girl, dashing at a track racer's speed while opening his arms for his sister to jump into.

"Would you look at that?" Honey grinned.

"It's all thanks to my special training," Renge bragged as they all watched with pride as Nekozawa talked to his sister, the two finally doing some much-needed bonding. Yet what seemed like to be a happy ending was interrupted with Nekozawa back on the floor, trying to hide himself away from the brightly shining sun.

It was not until a few days later that the host club got a glimpse at the man with a supposed light allergy. He peeked his head out from behind the detailed door in Music Room 3, Belzenef appearing alongside him.

“Nekozawa-senpai,” Tamaki had recognized, the man fleeting deeper into the room at the mention of his name.

“He probably got more sun than he ever will again in that one day.” Hikaru figured.

“That may be true, but he immediately went running for the darkness again,” Honey noted, holding onto his rabbit as Mori held him higher up in the air, giving him a better view.  

“Yeah, we should’ve known. What a waste,” Kaoru huffed. “He’s back to wearing all those black clothes again.”

“There might be more of a difference there than we think,” Y/n stared at the door as a few of the others perked up behind her. 

“What do you mean?” Haruhi asked. 

“I think we should be proud of helping out, especially Tamaki-senpai.” Y/n took a few steps closer to the man, tilting her head upwards and eyes scrunching up as she smiled towards him. “You did a good job,” she patted his shoulder before walking back over to the group, who were now on a whole new topic. 

"Y/n," Tamaki looked over at her, conversing happily with the rest of the members, a heat rushing to his own cheeks. "It's all thanks to you and your inspiring words. It seems to always be thanks to you." 

an - i recently opened my asks, i'd love to hear what you guys think so far and things you'd like to see!! thanks for reading <3

next chapter - Honey's Three Bitter Days!

[slamminslamminmcgill]

mm finally watched deadpool and wolverine today, and my god... 🥵 so many thoughts...

Idek which ones to put here. What do you think a p*ss kink would look like with both of them? Or just more of them making reader squirt their brains out.

The dialogue you write between them sounds so natural. Like I can literally read it in their voice. -🐮

LFGGGG thank y’all for giving me an excuse to talk abt this 🙏 i got more ideas but this post would’ve been WAYYYY too long sooo be on the lookout for more debauchery

warning: piss, anal, dp, dubcon, light degradation/humiliation, intox (alcohol for logan)

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

as with most of the fucked up kinks y'all try in this polycule, it happens spontaneously the first time.

logan had just finished inside your ass, and out of the three of you, it takes him the longest to cum. it also takes a lot out of him. he roars and jams his claws through wade's temples (whoopsie! that's why your bed has red vinyl sheets hehe) so there's a dramatic break in the action afterwards.

"ah... hah... ngh, fuck..." he's panting, heaving almost, and slides out of your now gaping hole, "fuck, that was good..." he retracts his claws from wade’s skull, then purrs in your ear and smooches your neck, "good job, kid."

wade, still hard as steel in your cunt, claps excitedly for him. "yay! good job, YOU, peanut! UGH, i love watching you fill him up. you get so... beastly~."

you giggle, nuzzling into wade's tits, feeling goofy and content. a warm load up one hole, and a thick cock up the other.

logan smiles, kissing you on the back of your head this time. “you gonna be okay alone with him for a sec? i gotta go piss.”

"mhm!"

"'kay. i'll be right back, pumpkin." another kiss to your neck, and he's off, walking flaccidly to the bathroom, shaking his fuzzy cheeks.

you drop your head back down against wade’s chest and sigh, "i gotta piss too, actually."

"oh, yeah, yes you do, mister!" deadpool pats you on your shoulders, "always make sure to pee before, during, and after sex!"

you absentmindedly chuckle, until you realize what it is he just said, “wait… during?!"

"hey! thou shalt not knock what thou hast not tried!i know it sounds icky, but hear me out."

he thrusts upwards into you sharply

“fuck!!!”

“so! i want you to imagine…” *THRUST* “how good it’d feel…” *THRUST* “to be really filled up.” *THRUST* “and i mean FULL!” *THRUST* “like your pussy is a searing hot water balloon about to explode. and then when it does?” *THRUST* “when it all comes flooding out of you? oh darling, the relief…” he moans dramatically, gripping your hips and shifting you back and forth on his shaft, “hottest thing you’ll ever experience, i swear. there’s nothing else like it… wanna try it?”

you’re skeptical, but wade wilson is a hell of a salesman. “…fuck it. let’s do it.”

“yippee!!! okay, just gotta get soft so i can piss. dead kittens… calculus homework… grandma deadpool! there we go! okay… phew… here goes…”

it’s a tense, awkward silence as he starts. you’re not sure what to expect. then, you begin to feel it. that searing heat swelling inside you, pooling between his cock and your skin, flooding what little space there was inside you. you gasp, and attempt to squirm to cope with the sensation, but wade holds you still.

“don’t move! don’t move, my little urinal boy! mmm, i gotcha, just… just trust me on this… i’m almost done…”

“you two are fucking disgusting.”

logan’s voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump, and then wade’s piss spills out of you. and just like he told you, it feels fucking incredible. you’re twitching, spasming, moaning pure nonsense as wade fucks your drenched, desecrated cunt. loud splashing accompanies the brutal pace of his hips.

“your loss, peanut! imagine wasting your piss on the bathroom toilet when you could’ve given it to this even cuter toilet!” he pecks you on the cheek with a loud “mwah~!”

from then on, it becomes you and wade peeing on each other just to mess with him. since he’s never told y’all to stop, you both figure that he likes it, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

the three of y’all are showering together

“so, just asking as a throuple here, are we all pro- or anti-peeing in the shower?”

“if you get piss on me, i’ll stick my claws through your fucking corneas.”

“promise?!”

”don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“aw, boo, you’re no fun.” wade pouts, then grabs you by your wet hair and pulls your ear towards his lips. “you, though… you’re TONS of fun.” he playfully bites your ear, and then your neck. “so fun, in fact, that you’re gonna get on your knees and drink every drop of piss that i give you, right?”

i feel like the only time y’all can get logan to participate is while he’s drunk. he’s too sloshed to feel shame for it.

maybe y’all are in bed together, all cuddled up in a tangled mess of limbs, and he grumbles something about needing to take a leak.

“oh, don’t worry about getting up, honey-bun!” wade fishes under the blankets for logan’s soft cock, “lemme take care of that for you.”

“wh… the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“ugh please, don’t act like you haven’t thought about pissing down my throat. can’t i just once do something nice for you?”

he grumbles, not wanting to indulge wade, but not wanting to get up even more.“fine. whatever. i hope you choke on it.”

“oh, i will.”

[transformers-spike]

Hey it's foot anon.

By JOVE I didn't even consider foot jobs for Screamer. They aren't my forte, for some reason (no penits) but I'll look into it. and trust I will report back.

Based on my brainworms that I have for Starscream,I think he's just infatuated with how soft his human is. And they get wrapped in even softer materials? oh. Oh it's all over the screen. Can somebody hand me a towel ?

Anyways.

I think that if Starscream were to get a footjob, he'd request his human wear those thick ass wool socks. Full foot coverage. yes that takes away some mobility in the sole, but besides how heavenly soft the socks feel against his spike, he loves dirtying up his human's feet, footwear, legs and legwear with his transfluid. Like if he was the correct size (when has size ever stopped him though?) he'd further himself into debauchery by self servicing with his humans used socks. Yes it's gross. Yes he feels guilty. No he doesn't know where your socks went. It's the third time you've had to replace your entire sock drawer? That's crazy dude.

Anyways².

Regarding if Starscream gets off on taking care of his humans widdle feet, yes but it varies by continuity, here's a list. (Only Starscream included but I love making lists (and I love feet!) so I might make one for other characters.)

YAY! 👍

TFP

Earthspark

Transformers: One

Animated

Armada

NAY! 👎

G1 Cartoon

Skybound

Bayverse

Cyberverse

Not going into detail with these bc I feel like they're self explanatory. I will say, Screamers in the Nay category deffo still love fleshie pedes, they just don't bust when they're giving their human a pedicure. They enjoy the bondage and dom/sub aspects of foot play. In this essay I will.

Of course, feel free 2 disagree. I love Starscream foot lover discourse.

I don't really have anything else 2 say.

Bye lol 👋

I legit did not consider socks to be such a big part of the fetish. I always assumed the feet were the only thing of interest, but man, Starscream being into extra soft socks is woah...

Anyway, I think he'd be into this lmao

It's soft anddd the toes wiggle

perfection

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You (Re-write)

Pt 11

….

“Welcome!”

….

He dust off your fitted police uniform, as the club waits around for the first wave of guests.

Y/n kept glancing over to Kyoya, he looked too good in the costume. He like out a huff, decided to deal with these feelings like a rational person.

By making fun of them, and turning them into jokes.

Y/n whistled walking up to Kyoya, he looked up and down at him in an exaggerated manner. 

“Now I understand why people like a man in uniform.” Y/n grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“What do you want now?” He looked up from his infamous black notebook.

“What’s the matter? Can’t I throw a compliment to a friend of mine.” Y/n giggles, covering his mouth.

Kyoya looks over at Y/n and—

Before Kyoya could say anything a door opens.

In the doorway was a little girl, blonde hair in pigtails and the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

Tamaki struts over to the girl and bends down to her eye level.

“Oh my, what an unusually young guest! Well, glad you’re here, my little lost kitty cat!” He kindly smiled. She blushes in response, pointing to the rest of the hosts club.

“It’s a reverse harem!” The girl blurts out. The club is shocked. “It’s a reverse harem.” She repeated.

"That can't be right, I must have heard wrong, maybe there's still some water in my ear from when I went swimming." Tamaki hits the side of his head.

 "Water in the ear, that's gotta be it!" Hikaru joins him. 

"I'm sure we just heard her wrong. There's no way this cute little girl said the words reverse harem. Something's going on with our ears."

“No she very clearly said—“ Y/n has to collect himself, he can’t laugh, he can’t laugh, he can’t—

"There's debauchery here." The little girl spoke.

Y/n tried to muffle his laugh with his hand, however is was unsuccessful,

“Sh-she’s not wrong” Y/n spoke between laughs.

“Maybe, but don’t tell her that!” The twins shake Y/n around, who is still laughing.

“Yay there’s debauchery here!” She cheered.

She turns towards Kyoya,

“You’re the glasses character.” She looks over to Honey and Mori,

“Um, you’re the boy Lolita and the stoic type.”

“Book worm! You’re the Twincest, and you-“ She squints her eyes at Y/n, who is still shaking.

“You’re the groups boy-toy! And you’re in love with him!” She points back to Kyoya.

Y/n stops laughing, now only having a grin, his face red from laughing. No other reason.

‘Way too observant.’

“You!” She turns to Tamaki, oh god he’s gonna be the twink—

“Big brother?” She rushes over to him, tears in her eyes.

“My brother’s blonde, you must be him!” She jumps onto Tamaki, who yelps in surprise.

“I don’t think he’s the big brother type?” Y/n muttered out loud,

“You never told us about this!” Hikaru screamed.

“-since when did you have a little sister!”

‘OH I’m slow.’ Y/n walks over to the little girl.

“I don’t! I’m definitely an only child, at least as far as I know.” Tamaki is now holding up the little girl.

“The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike! You’re both blonde after all!” Honey adds in.

“I mean you’re blonde too.” Y/n looks down at Honey.

“I want to know if glasses character is superior to ‘Big brother’” Kyoya calmly states, watching Tamaki try and pull off the little girl.

“But does it really matter? I can’t believe she called me a bookworm.” Haruhi grumbled, at this clearly inaccurate assessment of her character.

“What’s your name?” Y/n asked, crouched down to meet her eye level.

“Kirimi.” She softly spoke. Tamaki puts Kirimi back down,

“Kirimi-chan-“ Tamaki spoke putting her down onto a couch. “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, I’m really sorry but, I don’t have a younger sister.” He kindly spoke.

“Are you sure-?” She begins tearing up. “You’re blonde just like me.” She whimpered. And Tamaki, the ever so weak willed fool, folded.

“I give in!” He lifts Kirimi in the air spinning her around. “As of this moment, I am your new big brother! You’re so cute!”

“I know you get carried away by emotion, but don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises.” Haruhi brings Tamaki back to earth.

“Don’t you listen to that mean Haruhi. I’m not irresponsible! Come with me and I’ll look after you!” He counties to spin Kirimi in pure bliss.

 “You’re weak, Tamaki.” Y/n sighed

“Go away, Boy-Toy.” Kirimi scoffed.

“Run off to your boyfriend.” She sticks out her tongue, Y/n freezes.

‘Boyfriend??’ Y/n stands still, looking off into space,

“I believe she broke Y/n.” Kyoya spoke waving his notebook infront of his face. But to no avail. Haruhi, still looking at the two, leans over to Kyoya.

“What do you think we should do, Kyoya-senpai?”

“We should probably find out if she actually has a brother that goes to this school.” Kyoya states, still trying to break Y/n out of his daze.

“Is he going to be okay?” Haruhi glanced at Y/n.

“Hikaru, Karou,  can you help me with Y/n.” He sighed walking over to Tamaki, as the twins smiled know exactly what to do.

“I think Kirimi-chan got your character troupe perfectly, huh?” Hikaru slides next to Y/n.

“You might as well be the host club’s toy.” 

“She is right about the other thing though, isn’t she Karou.” Hikaru looks over to his brother.

“Yeah—“ Karou is abruptly interrupted but an eerie door creeping opening, finally dragging Y/n back to reality.

“Kirimi… Kirimi…” The figure creepily whispered, through the crack in the door. He pops his head out the door, and the man is not wearing his usual cloak, revealing his bright blonde hair. “Hey who the hell are you?” The twins rudely spoke. “He looks like a foreigner!” Honey jumps in.

“Oh, hi Nekozawa.” Y/n waves at him.

“NEKOZAWA?!” The twins whipped their heads towards the blonde and Y/n.

“Oh Kirimi…” Nekozawa quietly mumbled, before a girl with a catlike appearance roughly puts on the cloak and wig on him.

The club freezes in realization. “Nekozawa-Senpai!”

“Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn’t shroud himself in black he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse!” The maid cried.

"And just to be comfortable, he even has to cover his beautiful blonde hair with a dark wig! Oh!"

“Sounds familiar…” Hikaru and Karou side-eyed Y/n.

"On the other hand, his sister, Mistress Kirimi, is frightened of dark dimly lit places." The other servant gestures towards Kirimi.

"So this little girl is Nekozawa-Senpai's younger sister?" Haruhi looks over to Kirimi.

 "You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir." The servant dried his tears with a white handkerchief.

"Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding." Nekozawa gives an eerie laugh.

"Brother save me from the monster!!" Kirimi cries out running back towards Tamaki. 

"Please don't be scared. I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Beelzenef. The Nekozawa family has worshipped cats for generations." He walks closer to Kirimi and Tamaki.

"Y'know, I get the feeling that she's not scared of the puppet. Call me crazy, but I think it's you." Haruhi flatly spoke. Kyoya nodded in agreement.

“A little harsh, but Haruhi has a point.” Y/n nods.

 ‘Not everyone is okay with the occult stuff’

“It’s probably your clothes, we’ll help you change okay.” The twins began pulling on his cloak.

“No don’t do that! It’s far to bright, I may die!” Nekozawa pleads.

“I know! Why don’t we just darken the room!” Honey smiled closing the Host rooms curtains.

“No wait-“ Y/n raises a hand towards Honey.

“Don’t do that I’m afraid!” Kirimi screamed.

“Don’t worry little one.” Tamaki consoled the crying girl.

"Either way, someone's unhappy." Kyoya states the obvious.

 "It's a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result they've come to be known as the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet." The maid dramatically compared.

“But Romeo and Juliet weren’t brother and sister, I think their situation is a little different.” Haruhi explains.

“Oh I’m well aware of that! To be honest it’s just something I just came up on the fly! Pretty impressive huh? I thought it might make it more dramatic.” She cheerful states.

“Oh I see..” Haruhi sighed.

We were sent by the masters family-“ the butler next to the girl bows. “To get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely.”

 “Is the rest of the family-“ “As out of touch as the three of you are?” The twins uttered.

“How dare you say such a thing! The Nekozawa’s are a distinguished family! They’re descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!” She gritted her teeth.

"Tokarev huh?" Kyoya tilts his head.

"Wait, you mean Romanov right?" Tamaki furrowed his brows. However he was ignored,

“There’s a legend that says every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed by the darkness exactly like our master Umehito, that legend may or may not be true.”

“What do you mean in may or not be true?” Honey curiously looked at the girl. “Is it or isn’t?” The twins bored with this already.

“Mistress Kirimi, fell in love with the handsome fairy tale prince of an older brother she seen in portraits, however with Nekozawas issues, master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black. Once she found out that her older brother was enrolled here, she decided to go looking for him. That’s brought her to your host club.”

“We’ve tried comforting her with stories with princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories. So recently, we’ve decided to start reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them! And I’m afraid she’s became completely addicted!”

“Shoujo manga?” Haruhi gulped. “I see, so that’s where that came from.” Tamaki commented.

“I get it, I loved shoujo manga when I was her age.” Y/n smiled.

“Is there really debauchery in your Shoujo manga? But, Sashimi-chan is so young.” Haruhi worried.

“Did you just say Sashimi?” Y/n grinned. “Man I thought I was bad at names.”

“It’s kirimi.” Nekozawa reminded.

“So Kirimi-chan doesn’t know that you’re her real older brother?” Haruhi turned towards him.

“Yes, we’ve talked to her but she won’t believe us.” The maid mentioned.

“That’s so sad. Well no wonder Neko-chan is upset.” Honey rubbed away his own tears. “It’s painful… that’s why, every single night I offer prayers in hopes one day Kirimi will embrace the darkness.” Nekozawa sadly spoke.

“I think you’ve got it backwards buddy, you should try to get accustomed to the light.” The twins explained. “Come along Mistress Kirimi, it’s time to go home.” The staff begin to pull Kirimi away.

"What're you trying to do to your sister?" Karou raised a brow.

“Come along mistress Kirimi,” the servant tried to grab her, tried.

 "Nooo! I'm not going with you!! I don't wanna go home! I I wanna stay with my big brother!!" Kirimi holds onto Tamaki tighter. 

Nekozawa cries out as Y/n pats him on his back.

“She’ll come around.” 

“Nekozawa..” Tamaki muttered, holding the crying girl. “Don’t worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy make sure-“ he chokes out a sob.

“-she gets the love she deserves.” He bolts out of the room crying. “Wait a minute!” Tamaki tried to stop him, but failed. The door slams, Nekozawa is gone.

“Siblings relations are a source of problems in any family.” Kyoya pushes up his glasses. “You and I would know the most of it, huh?” Y/n spoke, his voice holding more of a serious tone. Tamaki looked over at the two.

 “Even so, I’m kinda jealous.” Haruhi states. They looked over to Haruhi.

“I grew up an only child, so I can’t really relate, but I imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling so different from you that you can’t even spend time together.” Haruhi explained, Y/n clenches his jaw.

Tamaki sets down Kirimi once again. “Is something wrong? Tell me big brother.” She looked up at Tamaki. “I’m sorry Kirimi-chan, I’m not the big brother that you’ve been looking for.” Tamaki softly replied.

“Don’t worry-“ he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “-he’s still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that’s even more handsome than I am! And I promise you he’s a real prince.”

“But senpai-“ Haruhi starts. “Once she stepped foot into this room Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club. And-“ Tamaki runs a hand through his hair. “It’s our job to make all of our guests happy!”

 "It's an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now, operation 'Change Nekozawa-Senpai into the Princely Character of Kirimi-Chan's Dreams' is underway!" Tamaki declares.

“Are you serious?” Hikaru eye twitched.

“It seems a bit extreme.” Y/n joined in.

"You want to change Umehito from a prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don't know if that's even possible!" The servant gasped.

"Senpai! Quit getting carried away by your emotions! Don't make promises you can't keep." Haruhi scolded.

"Oh ye of little faith. Have you forgotten that we have an expert on our side? Someone who knows the importance of changing characters." Tamaki smirks.

“Wait- you don’t mean?” The twins looked at each other.

The floor rumble, gears turned and up comes Renge with her laughter.

“Who else would it be?” Y/n shrugged.

…

The host club is dimmed, the curtains blocking any form of light. Nekozawa is holding a candelabra in his hand,

"Your golden locks glow in the candlelight. Your skin like ivory, your smile mysterious as a flower illuminated by the moonlight! Such beauty... it's as if, you're a cursed wax doll! Shrouded in darkness and filled with malevolence!" 

"No way you've got it all wrong! Numbskull! Who told you to say something like that?! How many times do I have to tell you, you're not allowed to use any occult terms!" She yells into her mega phone, her hair mimicking that of snakes. Y/n covered his ears, her noise shooting his nerve straight to hell.

"I'm really sorry, but my vocabulary is a bit limited without those words!" He stammered.

Renge hits him,

"You're not allowed to talk back to me either, you got it?! A princely character would never try to come up with a sissy excuse like that!" She shakes her finger right in his face.

"Remember! It's okay to have a dark side, some girls like that. Cute fruity male characters always go over well with young girls. However, referencing anything relating to the occult, is out of the question!" 

"Mori-Senpai, go ahead and add that to the board." Mori nodded, writing on the chalk board.

"Wax doll.."

"Looks like Renge's really on top of things." Kyoya looks over from his seat at the table. Y/n’s face ‘resting’ on the table, trying to muffle the noise.

 "Yea, she's on a roll!" Honey cheered, causing the table to shake. Y/n lets out a soft groan the moment making him feel worse.

"But I'm not sure the lines she's feeding him are appropriate to use on his sister." Hikaru looks back towards the two.

"You just going to sit and watch boss?" Karou stares at Tamaki.

"Of course, I don't wanna end up with a curse on me." He shivered.

Honey-senpai stared at Y/n, worry flashes over his face.

“Is Y/n-chan okay? Kyo-chan?.” Honey worriedly looked at the barely living Y/n. The rest of the hosts now looked over.

“Yeah, Y/n’s not looking so good.” Hikaru cringed.

Kyoya sees at the state Y/n’s in.

Another sound of screams pierced the room, causing Y/n to try and sink further to the table.

“Did you bring your headphones today?” Kyoya quietly asked, not wanting to make him feel worse than he is now.

Y/n lifts his shaky hand and taps on the table.

‘Tap’ ‘Tap’

“Do you know where you put them?”

Y/n hesitates, where did he put them? Right, the bag.

‘Tap’ ‘Tap’

“Is it in its usual spot?”

‘Tap’ ‘Tap’

“Do you want me to get them for you?” Two taps again was heard.

The host club watched the two, scared to intervene in case they ruined this moment.

Kyoya gets up, and heads over to one of the rooms to the side of the club, in the room was a bag, Y/n called it his ‘emergency kit’. He always supplied it with his headphones, countless fidget toys, and off to the side of the bag was the grey weighted blanket. He zipped it opened, grabbing the pair of black headphones along with a dark purple clicker fidget toy. An addition Kyoya made.

Kyoya leaves the room and comes back to the table, he lightly taps the table next to where Y/n’s head is lying, he lifts his head up slowly. He gave him a small smile, all he could mustered at the moment, grabbing the headphones from Kyoya. He puts on the headphones, the loud noises were now muffled, easing Y/n nerves just a bit. He went back to laying his head on the table. Kyoya placed the toy in-front of Y/n and went back to his seat.

Honey was the first to break the silence.

“Kyo-chan? How did you know what Y/n-chan needed?” Honey whispered, eyeing Y/n.

“Hm? What do you mean?” “Well Y/n-chan tapped on the table and you knew exactly what it meant. And you were aware where it was?”

“Yeah, it was like you could read his mind.” Karou whispered.

“We’ve been in the same class for years, you think something like this hasn’t happened before?” Kyoya calmly explained pushing his glasses up.

“I guess that make sense..” Honey mumbled in thought, feeling like his missing something.

Lights began flashing, trying to get Nekozawa akin to the light. He screams, like a vampire to the sun.

“-but I thought you rejected the occult?” Nekozawa questioned. “Occult fiction is good, occult fashion is not.” Renge explained as if it was obvious.

“Oh is that so?” Tamaki tilts his head.

“Don’t judge him! You’re the one always in cosplay.” the twins reminded.

"You gotta put your heart to the delivery of these lines. You have to imagine that you're talking to Kirimi-Chan." Renge jabs a finger in his face.

 "That's easy for you to say, but that doesn't look anything like her." He motions towards Tamaki’s bear wearing a blonde wig.

"Would you quit complaining!?” She grabbed the bear, shoving it in his face.

"Look at her through the eyes of your heart~ The eyes of your heart!" 

"That's right! Remember why you're doing this! It's all for Kirimi-Chan's sake, just give it a shot. It'll look like her if you use your imagination." Tamaki proclaimed.

“Here you go boss!” The twins mischievously smiled. Pushing a mannequin with a wig, similar to Haruhi’s hairstyle, wearing a cute pink ruffled bathing suit.

“We got this one ready just for you!”

“You should go ahead and confess your love to this Haruhi doll!” The twins explained.

“You should teach him,by example.”

Tamaki gulped and nervously closed his eyes. “H-Haruhi I-i…” he stammered.

“Excuse me.” The real Haruhi interrupted. “H-Haruhi! You’re the real one! When did you get here?” He nervously tossed the doll off to the side.

“Kirimi-chan came to the host club looking for you.” She glared at the doll now on the floor. “If you’ve got time to do disgusted things like this, surely you can spare some time to hang out with her for awhile!” She scolded.

“Horrible? Disgusting?” He whimpered retreating to a corner.

“Why don’t you keep her company Haruhi? What’s wrong, don’t like children?” The twins questioned. “Well no, it’s not that I don’t like them or anything.”

“But she’s made me read about fifty volumes of shoujo manga to her over the last few days, and to my surprise? Those things are really full of reverse harems and debauchery.” She cringed at the memory.

“Just- can’t you get Y/n to watch her now, I figured they might get along.” Haruhi spoke with a huff.

“Well-“ Hikaru and Karou looked over to Y/n, Kyoya glared at those two.

“No can do! He’s out of commission today.” The twins nervously made a ‘X’ gesture with their hands.

“Big brother?” Kirimi walks in and looks around the room.

“This room is dark and scary!” She began crying.

“Oh Kirimi-Chan!” She runs up to the shaking girl. “I told you to wait for me in the other room.”

Tamaki lifta Kirimi in the air, taking her out to the brightly lit hallway. “You see? Nothing to be afraid of?” Kirimi giggles.

Nekozawa holds a flashlight to his face with new found determination. He flicks it on. And chants ‘I am a princely big brother’ to work up the willpower.

“He did it!” Honey cheered. Mori claps.

“Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way! Now being able to flash a light directly in his face!” Renge teared up. “Bravo senpai, bravo!” The twins pull pop streamers, and loud bangs came off it.

Y/n flinched, still overwhelmed by everything.

Kyoya coldly glares at twins, causing the twins to nervously hide the now popped streamers behind their back, feeling a new sense of danger.

 "You did it! Your little sister is going to be so thrilled!" Tamaki crouches down towards Kirimi.

"Look there Kirimi-Chan, that gentleman is your real big brother!" He points towards Nekozawa.

Kirimi looks over to the male, the light on his face casting scary shadows on his face. She stumbles backwards, quickly turning and running away, tears streaming down her face.

"Kirimi, wait!" Nekozawa dropped the flashlight.

"So I guess shining the flashlight in his face," Hikaru slides behind him.

 "Scared her and sent her running."

“Oh Kirimi.” He covers his face as he began to weep.

"Nekozawa-Senpai?" Tamaki’s voice shakes.

"I've had enough. Even if I continue your special training, there's no guarantee that Kirimi will ever accept me. I think she'd be better off if you acted as her brother in my stead Suoh." He bites back.

"But that's ridiculous. You're the big brother she's looking for. If you care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to win her over!" Tamaki rests his hand on his shoulder.

“Hey look, Kirimi-Chan hasn’t left the courtyard yet.” Hikaru spoke looking out the window.

“But there’s something down there with her. Oh, it’s just a cat.” Kaoru notes.

Nekozawa gasped and rushed over to look out the window.

“Your family sure does like cats.” Hikaru mentioned.

“Even strays warm up to your family.”

 "What did you say?! They're revered by our family it's true, but Kirimi wouldn't participate in something like that. Something as occult as befriending a stray cat. Kirimi is afraid of animals! And cats are the creatures she fears the most!" Nekozawa looks out the window.

He decided the sane thing to do was rush down the stai- wait no he jumps out the window.

“But he’s not wearing his black cloak!” Haruhi states.

The host club watched out the now shattered window. They looked at awe at the goth’s bravery, as he scared the cat away from his sister, now comforted her with an embrace.

Kyoya lets out a sigh. Causing y/n to move his head onto his arms, so he could look at him. He clicked the button on the fidget toy, to get Kyoyas attention.

“Nekozawa jumped out our window.” Kyoya explained. Y/n hummed, looking blankly at the broken glass scattered across the room.

“Are you feeling better?” Kyoya spoke, writing the estimate expense of the windows. 

‘Click’ ‘Click’

“Hm good.” He scribbled something in his book. Y/n simply looks at him, and points towards the book in Kyoya’s hand.

“My book? Do you want to say something?” Kyoya spoke.

‘Click’ ‘Click’

Kyoya flipped over to an empty page in his book, sliding the book and pen towards Y/n.

“Please don’t try and look through it.” He teased.

He ignore his comment and began writing on the page, he hands it back as Kyoya looks at it.

His face softens for a second before adjusting his glasses. On the page were the words ‘Thank you’ written in Y/n’s signature messy handwriting style. He closed his eyes with a content sigh.

This rare moment of affection, was not ignored. Honey, finally connected the dots.

Leaving the twins, Mori and Honey, to be aware of the fondness for one another.

[minty-playhouse]

Who Victorian AU let's gooo

I finally decided to write down proper info on this yay! I also have a very vague outfit post here!

Anyways, here's the character rundown:

John = His mother was a renowned teacher of manners to young women so he kinda went on the same “path” aka he tutors and mentors young men, in particular more problematic and unruly ones that seem to be “beyond help”. Methods are quite�� unorthodox but you can’t argue with results. Is assigned to put Roger on the right path after his popularity increases due to being able to tame Keith’s wild behaviour. Is friends with Pete.

Roger = He likes two things: pick up fights and pick up girls. Pretty boy, son of aristocrats who are just so so tired of his behaviour can’t he just not? He hears the hushed rumours that go on about John in the slightly seedy parties he attends to, growing both nervous and curious when his parents announce he would be his new tutor. May or may not catch actual feelings for John down the line.

Keith = Troublesome son of nobles turned model child by John’s tutoring. Actually playing the part of a good son in exchange of getting his sinful ways covered up for John. It’s a win-win for both. Keith gets to continue living in hedonism and John can brag that he “fixed” young Lord Moon. Thing is, he’s truly beyond help. Everything John tried just emboldened him to push things further, so John decided to compromise. A little tooooo into John.

Pete = Outcast member of the clergy due to his “controversial” views and sermons, had the funds to his small church cut by the higher clergy and now relies on donations from the townsfolk to keep things running. Close friends with John, is both appalled and fascinated by John’s tales of debauchery. John helps him with keeping the church going by giving him money, even if Pete doesn’t know if money acquired in such way is the right type of money to fund a church.

((they all look vaguely as they do in the RnR Circus era because they were al dumb gorgeous during that))

Also, basic (but very spoilery) storyline under the read more!

Roger’s parents had enough of their son who keeps getting into fist fights and keeps chasing after girls (even the ones already taken!) so they get in touch with John, who recently got renown for helping the Moon family put their crazy son back in the right track. He for sure can help fix their mess of a son.

And yes, John is very good at fixing young men who are problematic, but also I’m not saying he’s banging these young men into obedience, but he definitely is. And it works like a charm. Until it doesn’t when he meets Keith.

Keith is just too much to handle. No matter how much John pushes boundaries or punishes him, it’s never quite enough. But if John could “fix” him, everyone would know him, and after all, he has his mother’s reputation to keep, she never failed once, and he isn’t about to.

John and Keith strike a deal where John will help him keep his unruly behaviour under wraps IF he agrees to play along and keep a good behaviour for appearances. Keith accepts. After all, it’ll take the load out of his parent’s breathing down his neck all the time, not to mention is an excuse to keep him and John connected, and Keith would take any opportunity to see him he can.

Naturally, since Roger likes brawling and sex, the parties he attends to are a little on the sleazy side, and he hear stories from other men about what John does to his protégés, and colour him surprised when his parents tell him that John is coming over to be his tutor.

John becomes very interested because Roger actually pre-emptively pushes his buttons. He clearly knows what’s up. He wonders just how much Roger knows though. He can’t help but worry that he heard about his “failure” with Keith, but it soon becomes clear he simply heard about his methods, and seems more than a little eager to witness it.

But if he just gives in to Roger then it doesn’t really make him learn anything now, does it? So he holds back, watching Roger bent over backwards to get a reaction out of him, but no, it’s gonna be under his own terms. He still punishes Roger plenty for misbehaving, but never gives him what he really wants, and Roger is going crazy until he realizes, “OK, fine. I’ll just… do it”. John really knows how to hold his ground.

Meanwhile John’s still meeting with Keith here and there, to help with their ploy and also so they can bang. Keith slowly growing to realize he can’t feel truly satisfied unless he’s with John, while John becomes strangely fascinated by Roger. A big recipe for disaster.

Roger and John begin to grow closer, which starts shifting John’s attention from Keith to Roger, which Keith Does Not Like™. Him and John had a deal right? They have something. He is his crowning achievement, isn’t he? He wouldn’t replace him now, would he??

Cue Keith’s jealousy kicking in and him becoming obsessed with John being his like it’s bad enough Keith had to witness John discipline other guys before this, but now this is too much.

((never thought of like where this leads to but at some point Keith becomes unhinged and begins hunting John and Roger because fuck it, he’s just gonna end this, and he knows about Pete being John’s friend and goes to Pete’s church to threaten him to get info on where John and Roger are like an insane person))

[lotus-tower]

tried to translate douraku shinjou a in less literal way because it keeps giving me Feelings (unfortunate)

One day, from the sky, Amaterasu said (what in the world?) There are no limits to human wisdom (huh, is that so?)

For those who are exhausted from all the fighting I’ll consecrate a bouquet of flowers And I’ll enjoy it forever and ever

I can’t control my vulgar emotions, so I’ll cheer for myself (yay yay yay!) Toss away your preconceived notions, and behave freely I can’t just sit here obediently It’s a top-quality idiot's ruckus

That day a silver light flashed by (what on earth is that?) Maybe it’s the ectoplasm of the soul (huh, is that so?)

Tokyo is also the night of Edo A kabuki samurai walks through the town full of excitement So this is the land of good-for-nothings

I can’t suppress my debauchery, the party is grand Let’s change out of our stiff clothes and go take it easy (oh oh oh) Let’s dance under the hazy full moon This is chic, chic stupid chaos

I’m so lazy I shudder, I’m like a useless old man Fainting in agony, moving forward, breaking through my limits Roar out loud and keep on….. rockin’!

I’ll never laugh at the song of you who're fighting I’m gonna live with my chest puffed out And I’ll enjoy myself more and more

ah ah I can’t control my vulgar emotions, so I’ll cheer for myself (yay yay yay!) Throw out your preconceived notions and behave freely I can’t control my debauchery, the party is huge Change out of your stiff clothes, and take it easy (ooh) Let’s dance under the hazy full moon It’s a top-quality idiot's ruckus

One last, one last stupid ruckus

[aparticularbandit]

small child walks into the host club.

tamaki: how shall we help you today little princess?

small child: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM! THERE IS DEBAUCHERY HERE! YAY, THERE'S DEBAUCHERY HERE, ISN'T THERE? :D

entire host club: the fuck

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

Screw this, we're gonna hit up every damn place here Kiryu-Chan. (Majima looks at the Fire Emblem and Kid Icarus crews) And you're all comin' with us!

You're really gonna do all this just for a night of debauchery?

C'mon Kiryu-Chan! There's so much to here! Besides we've got 500 Million Yen on both of us, so we're treating everyone who wants come along!

*Sigh* There's just no stopping you huh? Well, I guess this won't hurt, c'mon everyone, we're going enjoy ourselves tonight.

Yay parties!

Yeah… can’t wait. (My sleeping schedule is gonna get messed up so badly…)

Something wrong Mercedes?

Oh no, I’m just a little tired.

Hey Lady Palutena can I-

No, you may not drink.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

For the love of all that's holy, seriously. This is 18+ stuff.

A/N ::: Here you go, @reinerswarrior I hope I was able to deliver this in such a way that it covered what you were asking for. I feel like I hit a bit harder on the overstimming. But hey, he's a tough guy. He'll be fine.

C/W ::: Language (which is probably the least offensive thing i this), teasing, public affection, dick rubbing through pants in public and in moving car, F!masturbating in moving car, oral {F->M}, sex, suckin' on balls, licking taints, overstimulation ... I lost track. If I missed any that are horrific and need to be listed, please let me know and I'll add them to the list of debauchery.

WC ::: About 200 under 4k

https://pin.it/50D03jA This is the link to the art where I found it on Pinterest. I couldn't find the OG artist. If you are them or know them, let me know. Thanks!

Who's A Good Boy?

"Why do we have to be here again?" Reiner complained.

"I told you, I have to shop for my friend's birthday. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be fun to get out together." You tried to make this errand sound better than it was. He wasn't buying it. So you'd just have to show him why it was worth his time to be here with you.

You walked over to him and stood up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I feel like I haven't seen you a lot lately. Ok, I just want to be with you today. Can you suffer through that for me? Can you be my good boy, Reiner?"

His eyes shot down to meet your stare, as you rubbed his cock between your two bodies.

"I know you can be my good boy, Reiner."

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something to you, but instead just smiled and nodded.

You kissed him on his neck a few times, so slowly, but deep. You could feel him getting harder against your body as you opted not to wear panties today, just black yoga pants. And let’s face it, the material is pretty thin. 

Reiner's favorite.

"Ok, good baby. Let's go look at wrapping paper." He followed you like a lost puppy. His eyes took in every inch of your curvy body. Your ass was especially jiggly today. He had to discreetly adjust himself already, after just a few minutes of this game you were playing.

You squatted down to look at the gift wrap, opening your legs way farther than they needed to be while doing such a thing.

He got down behind you, trying to block your body as he slipped his hand around your waist to toy with the band around your belly.

"Let me rub your clit, please. Are you wet? Hngh, baby. Hurry up. Please."

You looked up at him as he towered over you, even as he was bent down he was so much larger than you.

"I think I like this one. Do you like it? It looks like something {friend's name} would pick out. Yay, ok. Now cards!"

Standing up, you managed to do some fancy moves with your body. You had your hands on your knees and when you raised your ass, you rubbed it right in front of Reiner's face. Your slit tracing over the tip of his nose. You didn't expect it to feel so good and it was all you could do to not go down again.

"Ar-are you ffff -" He was getting that look in his eyes. The look you were waiting for him to don.

"What's that, baby? Let's go look at cards."

He pouted but followed you anyway. You made sure to take your time looking at each and every card, at each and every level. Some were up so high that you had to stretch up, making your shirt rise up well above your belly button. Some, were down really, oddly low. But it was ok. It worked for you today. You were picking up a few that were a little suggestive, but not too much. You wanted to be the one to plant those ideas. Not some Hallmark card.

There was one that you found, on the very bottom row that was perfect for your friend. Carefully, you looked to make sure no one else was on the same aisle as you before you did this.

"I found one that's perfect for them. But I need the envelope and it's all ... the ... way ... down ... here." You bent over. Keeping your legs straight so your ass went up and up, higher and higher. It was right in front of him as he stared down at you.

His hand slid between your thighs and went up until he could feel your pussy. The heat coming off of you wasn't something he expected.

"Hohh, hoh shit, baby. You're so hot - like, temperature hot."

You wiggled your ass at him, knowing it would drive him insane.

"Reiner, don't forget that we have to find a gift for them too."

He pulled his fingers away and you stood up. He wanted to smell them. He wanted to smell you.

"You're ... do you not see this? Do you know what you're fucking doing to me right now? Jesus."

"Hm? What do you mean, baby?" There was a look in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

You giggled and walked around the store with him, finding a gift for your friend and picking up a few things for you.

You were both at the checkout, when you noticed that you forgot some of the items you wanted to get. You told Reiner to hold your bag while you went back and grabbed them.

You didn't go back for anything. Instead, you went straight to the lingerie department and grabbed the piece you'd been eyeing for weeks. Then to the dressing room and locked the door.

He found his way to you and knocked on the door. You opened it just enough for him to see your face.

"Sorry, I'm still trying something on. I'll be out in a second."

He leaned in and kissed your lips. You had to keep yourself from grabbing his neck and pulling him into the room with you.

"What about my gift? Can I help you look for it? Can I help you with anything else?"

You laughed. "Reiner, this isn't your birthday. This is for my friend. But if you keep being good, you might get a little something later."

He was going to get his gift, whatever it was, he didn't know. But he was going to find out. You knew it wouldn't be long before you'd give him what he wanted.

But you wanted him to want it so badly that he couldn't take it anymore. So, you waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, when you couldn't take it anymore, you left the dressing room and came out.

Reiner looked like he was in pain, his eyes pleading with you for something. For anything.

You grabbed your bags and walked with him to the car.

You both got in and you leaned over and started to kiss his neck. Your hands rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"Baby, please. Fuck. I want you. I want your pussy. Please, just let me fuck you. Just for a little bit. Ok?"

You rubbed his cock as you looked at him. He was driving.

"Oh, baby. I can't do that for you right now. Just keep driving. It's ok, I know you'll keep being my good boy."

He made a noise you've never heard him make before. It was somehow both high-pitched and deep. And it went right to your pussy.

Reiner wanted to push your hand away from him, to make you stop whatever cruel game you were playing with him. But he needed to keep feeling you. He had to know what was in this for him.

"Alright, alright. I'll keep being your good boy. But let's hurry and get home. I want to do ... things to you there."

You smiled. "I'll make sure we get home soon, Reiner. Don't you worry."

The rest of the car ride home was quiet. You made sure to rub his cock every time he looked at you. You even pulled your pants down a little bit so he could see your pussy. His face was so flushed with red. His eyes were the most intense you'd ever seen them.

At a stoplight, a few blocks from your home, you slipped your right hand into your pants and started to rub your clit. He didn't notice right away, not until you scooted down in your seat and spread your legs open wider.

"Oh, hoh fuck, baby. Reiner, I'm so wet right now. Fuck. How did this happen? You haven't even really touched me today."

He looked over at you, his forehead and brows creased so far that you felt like you'd get a headache if he didn't stop.

"Are you ...? Are you going to cum for me, in the car, on the road baby?"

You nodded as you rubbed your clit faster and faster. "Y-yes. Yes, I am. Hoh, oh fuck, Reiner. I'm cumming. I'm cumming for you, baby. My good boy."

His eyes darted back to the road as he started to drive again. You rubbed yourself until you came.

"Hoooh, fuck. Oh my god, let's get home." Reiner was already driving faster than he should have been. But you didn't care. You just wanted to get home and keep this up. Take him beyond his breaking point.

Once you were in the door, he threw your bags on the floor and pushed you against the wall. He pulled his cock out of his pants and tried to push it inside of you.

You shook your head. "No, no, no. Not yet. Not yet, my good boy. Just wait. We have to wrap the presents we just got. Ok? Ok? Good boy ... such a good boy. I'll be right back. Why don't you take this stuff to the kitchen, yeah? Thank you, baby."

You went to your room to change into the thready lingerie you bought at the store today.

It was black and stringy. You knew he'd destroy it the second he saw you wearing it. But the look on his face would be worth the $175 you spent on it.

"Oh my god, baby. What the fuck are you wearing? I want to ... I need to fuck you."

You walked over to him and rubbed his cock again.

"Oh, baby. But you've been a good boy. I think you deserve to watch me cum again. Ok?"

He nodded his head furiously. He had no idea what you were doing. And he didn’t rightly care. He just knew that he wanted to be a part of it. 

You led him over to the couch and sat him down first. Then you climbed up onto his lap, straddling him.

The lingerie was nothing more than two loops that went over your legs and sat on either side of your cunt and some thread over your chest. It was harder than hell to put on but his reaction was worth every time it got caught on your pinky toe.

You started to grind yourself against the bulge in his pants. He was so hard, his face was contorted and you weren't sure if he was in pain or deep in pleasure.

"Rei, you feel so good, baby. You're s'hard, honey." You dragged your hips forward and backward in an agonizingly slow pace. This was almost starting to backfire.

His hands were all over your body. They squeezed your breasts, your ass, your thighs. He couldn't get enough of you.

You started to rub your clit again, not really caring if he saw you do it.

He was too far gone to even notice.

Your orgasm was starting to build again and you knew it wouldn't be long before he came. His cock was twitching and pulsing in his pants. You wanted to stop before he was too far gone.

It was so hard to peel yourself off of him, but for the time being, you had to.

"Wh-where are you going. This isn't cute anymore, y/n. This really isn't cute."

"Nowhere, baby. Just right here." You got down on your knees and meticulously began to undo his belt, the button and the zipper of his jeans.

He lifted his hips up so you could pull down his boxers and the Levis.

"Thank ya, baby. You're so helpful today. I like it."

"Hnnghg ... *aheh* ... Yeah, 'f'course, honey." He managed to say.

He sat back, manspread on the couch and watched your every move.

If only he knew what you had planned. He'd have never gone out with you today. The thought made you smile.

You were going to drive him well beyond any threshold he's ever been pressed against. His cock was going to be a heavy, leaking mess when you were done with him today. He was going to be so overstimulated that he wouldn't be able to touch himself without thinking of you toying with him.

"Ok, Reiner. Look at me. Look at my pussy, baby."

He looked down. You were on your knees, legs spread open wide.

"Oh, oh shit. Oh fuck. It's so ... it's so hot. I want to -"

"You want to what, baby? Tell me. Use your words. You have to be my good boy."

He nodded and swallowed hard. "I want to fuck it. Please."

"Hm, I don't know. You have been a very good boy. Maybe I should make you watch me cum again? Maybe I should suck on your cock for a while? Maybe I'll touch myself and suck on your cock? Would you like that, Reiner?"

He was nodding his head so hard, his eyes so focused on you that you were surprised his neck didn't snap.

"Yes, yes, yes. Any of that. All of that. Please."

You giggled as you leaned forward and started to lick the underside of his cock. His stomach was clenching and unclenching as he tried to keep from cumming too soon.

You kept your lips and tongue on him, but your eyes locked with his. Watching him watch you. It was such a power trip.

He was starting to thrust his hips up, so you pulled away.

"Not yet, baby. Not yet."

"N-nooo. Please, please."

You moved down and started to lick and suck on his balls. His legs were shaking and he was holding his breath. He knew he was getting close.

You moved back up and wrapped your lips around his cock again. This time, you let him fuck your mouth. He was going so fast that you thought you might choke on him.

"Ooh, ohhhh. Ffffuckk. I'm gonna cum, y/n. I'm gonna cum. Oh oh oh, ohh! Hhngh!"

You lifted your head up, "What? What did you say, honey? I couldn't hear you. I was soooo into sucking your hard cock. I couldn't pay attention to anything else, baby."

He grit his teeth, slammed his fists down on the couch in absolute rage and growled in frustration. "I FUCKING SAIDDD .... I WAS GOING TO CUM."

You put your hand over your mouth. "Ohhh, oh no! I'm so sorry, Reiner! Well, I'm sure I can get you back there."

You moved your head back down and started to suck on his balls again. He was so sensitive that he jumped and almost kicked you in the face.

"Ooohhh shit!! I'm so sorry, baby!" He looked so worried.

Getting kicked in the face was the least of your thoughts right now. You pushed his knees open more and scooted his ass out to the edge of the couch so his balls were hanging off and you could play with his ass.

He wasn't expecting that, not at all. You rubbed his taint with your tongue and then went back to sucking his balls.

He started to whimper and whine. He sounded like an animal.

"Pleasepleaseplease. I can't ... I can't take it anymore. Please, just let me cum."

You took one of his balls in your mouth and sucked on it, then the other. You were going to make him cum just from this.

He was starting to buck his hips and his hands were gripping the cushions so hard you were worried he'd rip them.

"Nnnggghhgggggggggggggggh! Oh, oh, oh fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk! I AM SO FUCKING CLOSE --- PLEASE BABY PLEASE!!!!!"

You took your mouth off of him and asked him a question.

"Front or back? Do you want to reach around and hold my tits or do you want them bouncing in your face?"

He looked like he'd been holding onto an electric fence; His hair was all ruffled, you swear there was drool in the corners of his mouth.

"Rei, grab tits or watch tits?" You made it easy on him. He was too far gone to comprehend anything other than you sliding down on his dick.

So that's what you did.

You faced him, he likes your tits in his mouth when you're riding him.

"HOHH, ohhhh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Shittt, baby." He grabbed your hips and started to guide you up and down.

You let him for a little while before you took over, moving your body in a way that he's never seen before.

It was like you were a dancer, a ballerina of sex. And you were giving him the performance of his life.

"Ohhh, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum. I can't stop it. Ohhhhhh!"

You pushed his legs out of the way and started to move faster.

"Me too, baby. Me too. Cum with me, Reiner. Cum with me."

You bounced on his cock a few more times and then you came.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HOLY FUCK, Y/N!!!"

His cock was pulsing and throbbing inside of you. You could feel his cum spilling out of you and onto his balls and the couch.

But you didn't stop there. You wanted him to feel so overwhelmingly good that he'd cry.

You kept going, rubbing your clit as you fucked him. You went faster and faster, until his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was begging you to stop.

"I CAN'T BABY! I CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE STOP. PLEASESTOPPPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE."

You slowed down and looked at him. "Nnnno. I ... don't ... want ... to. Not yet."

You got off of him and wrapped your hand around his cock, sliding up one …                               twothreefourfivesixseven times.

He had tears in his eyes. "Bay - baby ... oh my god, you're going to kill me ... please ... hunghhhhhh ..."

You smiled at him and then moved down to start licking and sucking on his balls again.

His hands were trying to push you away, but it wasn't working.

You were so good. You were too good.

You licked and sucked and rubbed and pulled and everything.

His body was shaking and he was whimpering.

"Nnnggghhh! Please, pleeeaaaaseeeee. I can't take it. I'm sorryyyyyy! Please, y/n. Pleeeeaaase. I'm your good boy. I'm your good boy!"

He was crying. Tears ran down his beautiful face. His abdomen was trembling, his thighs twitched so hard.

"Why are you doing this ... oh god, it feels so ... fuck, please ..."

You sucked on his balls again. They were so sensitive, you were sure he was going to cum from it alone.

You slid your tongue up the shaft of his cock, slow, so painfully slow.

You could see the tears in his eyes. His body was shaking so hard.

You leaned forward and took his entire cock in your mouth. Your eyes were up on him. You were so ready for him to cum in your mouth.

"Hoh, hoh my god. I can't, I can't. Please, I can't! Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't!!!!!!!!!!!"

He began to raise his hips up to your face. Somewhere between the unrelentless pain of too much pleasure, he found his rhythm once again.

He was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his eyes locked with yours.

Your lips and tongue were working his cock so well.

He was starting to get close again. You could feel it.

"Oooohhhh, fuck, baby. You're so ... fucking ... good. Fuck. Fffuck."

His body was starting to tense up and you could feel him twitch inside of your mouth.

"Nnnggghhhhh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM!"

You waited for it, ready for him to cum in your mouth.

But he didn't.

Instead, he pulled away from your face and pulled your body up onto the couch, positioning you on your hands and knees.

What ...

He put his hands on your ass and spread you open, looking at your dripping hole.

"Ohhh, fuck. Baby, please. I'm your good boy. I need you. I need you, please."

Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit. He was so wet from cum - yours and his. You pushed yourself back onto his cock, impaling yourself on him.

You have never felt him so hard before.

"NNNHHH! Fuck, y/n. I'm going to fuck you so hard. So hard, baby."

He started to thrust in and out of you, his hands grabbing your ass so hard that you thought he might pull you apart.

He was so close to cumming. You could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

"Oh, oh, oh. Baby. Ohhhhh! Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

His thrusts got faster and deeper. He was hitting you in all the right places.

Your pussy was dripping. Throbbing. Clenching.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming. I'm cum- I'M CUMMING! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto him one more time before he started to cum.

"AAAAHHHH!!!!! FUCK Y/N. Oh, shit, shit shit shit this feels sooo good! Babybabybaby, I can't, I can't, s'too fucking much oh god ..."

You could feel his cum leaking out of you.

His thrusts slowed down, his grip on your body relaxed.

"Hnnnn ... ooh ... baby, that was ... that was ... wow." He collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sweaty.

You both took a few minutes to catch your breath.

Finally, you asked him, "So, Reiner? Did you like being my good boy today?"

He nodded his head, his eyes still closed.

"Yes, yes. You are the best. The absolute best."

You smiled as you pulled yourself up and off of him, his cum dripping down your legs and onto the floor.

You picked up your lingerie and held it up with one finger.

He nodded and laid back on the couch, still naked and cum dripping from his balls.

You couldn't wait to do it all again.

Maybe next time you'd bring a vibrator. Maybe next time you'd make him beg for it. Maybe next time you'd tie him up.

"Baby, can you bring me some water, please? I can't feel my legs." He said, wiping the tears from his face.

You laughed and walked towards the kitchen. "Of course, Reiner. Anything for my good boy."

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii

Can I request a dilf Reiner x Reader fic where the reader teases Reiner in public and makes him super needy before she takes him home and overstims him?

I read this and said "Yes" out loud. That's how much you can have it.

[thanatoseyes]

Every time Lowe speaks about Misery I just think of this panel from ohshc

[choccyhearts]

New Friend // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I've been thinking about hamsters a lot and also, what if you were living with Eddie and Wayne and you've been begging them to get a pet?

CW: Fluff ^_^, g/n!reader, Eddie being a hamster dad

Summary: You want a new pet and Wayne and Eddie finally agree to let you get one

♡

"Puhleeeeeeease, Teddy Bear?", you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes. Your boyfriend continued making his breakfast, swerving around you and avoiding your stare.

You had been begging for a pet since you began living with the two men. Eddie had a good argument -- "We can barely feed three mouths, how can we feed four? And we have no room!" But all you heard was, "No fun allowed, you aren't allowed to be happy."

"I'll take care of it, and I'll clean everything and feed them, and water them, and I'll use my moneyyy", you whined.

"Stop whining", he mutters. "Or I'll give you something to whine about."

"Pleaseeee", you grab ahold of his arm and shake him back and forth, risking him dropping his cereal.

"Baby, let go! I'm gonna spill all over the carpet and Wayne's gonna get pissed!"

"Hmph!" You let go and turn your back to him.

"Awh", he clicks his tongue. "Don't act like that just cause you can't get your way." He kisses your shoulder. "Anyways, doesn't matter what I think, it's Wayne's trailer."

You sigh and slug over to the couch, flopping on to it. Eddie sits down on the floor and begins to feed you his cereal. As you're sulking, the door opens.

"Wayne!"

"Oh God", Eddie shakes his head.

"Wayne, can I get a pet, pleasseee. I'll do everything myself! I'll use my own money!"

Wayne walks into the kitchen as you plead your case.

"No, tell them that there's already too many people in this trailer", Eddie's voice is muffled by his moutful of cereal.

"Uh, a doggie or kitty isn't a person, Eds, duh."

"Listen, I don't care, long as it doesn't piss on the floor, rummage through the fridge, or get up to any debauchery", Wayne comes back out of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. "Got enough of that here already."

"Really?", you gasp. Wayne nods and scoots you over so he can sit. The moment of silence is broken by your shrill screech, "EEEE!!! Thank you!!"

Both men brace themselves as you leave to yours and Eddie's room. In a couple of minutes you emerge wearing your shoes and coat.

"Where you goin'?", Eddie asks.

"Going to go get my pet."

"Now?"

"Yes, I want to have them here as soon as possible", you say determined.

"What're you gonna get?"

"Hmm, not sure. I'll see when I get there and see what speaks to me." You open the door and step out.

"Just get one!"

"No spiders!"

♡♡♡

You arrive back home with your new friend and all of their equipment. You weren't sure what to get when you were at the store. Everything was so cute and fluffy and you wanted all of them.

You picked a little black teddy bear hamster because, "It's like my Teddy Bear."

Both men are gone and you cheer internally. Now you can have everything set up for them to be surprised.

You spend the afternoon building the hamster's cage. Your cage is a glass and wood one with wheels. You set up the inside with the goodies you bought.

A large exercise wheel, tunnels, chew toys, a sand bath, water bottle, etc. You place your friend in the cage, pressing your face against the glass.

"Do you like it, buddy?"

The hamster sniffs the air, looking around. It's tiny body moves up and down fast as it breathes.

"Eee, yay", you say softer than you had previously in the day.

After half an hour you hear the rattle of Eddie's van pull up.

"Ooh! That must be Eddie! You'll like him, he's reay sweet when you get to know him, promise! He's gonna be like your daddy!", you smile at the rodent who continues building it's nest.

You quickly make your way to the door, blocking Eddie's path.

"Hi, Eddie", you smile brightly.

"Hi, baby", he says suspicious of you. "Can I get through?"

"Yes", you nod. "But first prepare yourself to meet the newest addition to the Munson family."

He chuckles, "It's just an animal, not a baby." He pauses. "Right? You didn't go steal a baby?"

"Nope! But you're still a new father!" You take his hand and drag him inside. "Taadaa!"

You gesture to the hamster cage. He turns his head and raises a brow.

"What is it?"

"A hamster!" Eddie looks at your happy face, his heart softening. He leans down and peppers your face in kisses. "Come on, come look!"

You kneel down on the floor, him doing the same. You point at the little black ball of fur. The hamster is sleeping, curled up in a corner.

"Awh, he's a cute one, baby." You nod. "He got a name?"

"Not yet, I've been thinking all day." You set your head on his shoulder.

As you two watch the hamster, another vehicle pulls up. Wayne notices that you're home and as he opens the door, he braces himself to be tackled by whatever fur-devil you brought home.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Where's your lil pet?"

You point to where the hamster is sleeping.

"You got a rat?"

"Noooo, a hamster." Eddie pulls you on to his lap so Wayne can get a look inside the cage.

"Where is it?" You point again. "Cute. Got a name?" You shrug.

"By the way, how'd you get this thing in here?", Eddie asks.

"Through the door", you tease.

"You little shit", Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck.

"I had to build the cage, it came in a big box."

"You built this?"

"Mhm."

"Why's it gotta be so big?", Wayne asks.

"So he won't get bored."

"Bored? He's just a hamster. Don't they spin on those things?"

"Yeah, but he'll want more to do. I want him to have the best life while he's here. Plus, wouldn't you get tired of running in circles?"

"I 'spose so, but they got little brains, they don't know."

"So does Eddie, but we still keep him entertained", you giggle and Wayne chuckles.

"Hey!", Eddie gives a strong pat to your bottom. You giggle and kiss his nose.

"So, a name?"

"Uhh..."

"Whiskers?", Wayne suggests.

"Hams Solo", Eddie chuckles.

"Sir Hamilton Munson the Second."

Both men look at you quizzically.

"Who's the first?", Eddie asks. You shurg.

Sir Hamilton wakes up, yawning. The three of you spend the evening watching the hamster run around doing it's hamster activities.

Quick Headcanons:

Eddie definitely sits next to the cage and announces, "Hey, my favorite show is on!", when Sir Hamilton is awake.

He was a little scared of holding the hamster. Half because he didn't want to hurt the poor creature, half because he didn't want to be bitten.

He helps you decorate the outside of cage for different holidays -- cobwebs and spooky stickers for Halloween, tinsel, lights and a little stocking for Christmas, hand turkeys for Thanksgiving, etc.

He tries to be a little quieter when Sir Hamilton is sleeping.

Feeds him carrots and his treats happily

Says, "I gotta get home to my son" when leaving get-togethers with his friends

Wrote Sir Hamilton into one of his campaigns

"He deserves to be included"

Delivers light kisses to Sir Hamilton when he holds him

Got a little exercise ball for him to roam around the trailer in (note: I know these are bad, but in the 80s these were normal)

Does sometimes help pitch in and clean the cage

Is actually excited to come home and see the little fluffball -- he's such a softie for animals <3

[ace-does-stuff]

"YAY! theres debauchery here! YAYYY"

guess what we are bitches? So Fucking Back

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt11

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter eleven

-Big Brother Is A Prince!-

  He dust off your fitted police uniform, as the club waits around for the first wave of guests.

  Y/n kept glancing over to Kyoya, he looked too good in the costume. He like out a huff, decided to deal with these feelings like a rational person.

  By making fun of them, and turning them into jokes.

   Y/n whistle while checking out Kyoya.

“Now I understand why people like a man in uniform.” Y/n grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“What do you want now?” He looked up from his infamous black notebook.

  “What? Can’t a man appreciate when another man is attractive-“ Y/n barely finished his sentence before breaking out into laughter.

  Before Kyoya could say anything a door opens.

 “Welcome!”

  In the doorway was a little girl, blonde hair in pigtails and the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

  Tamaki struts over to the girl and bends down to her eye level.

  “Oh my, what an unusually young guest! Well, glad you’re here, my little lost kitty cat!” He kindly smiled.

 “It’s a reverse harem!” The girl blurts out, pointing at the hosts.

   The club is shocked.

“It’s a reverse harem.” She repeated.

 Tamaki nervously chuckled, hitting his head.

 “That can’t be right! Maybe there’s still water in my ears from when I went swimming.”

Hikaru joins in also laughing uncomfortably.

  “Yeah water in the ears that must be it!”

“-because there’s no way this cute little girl said the words reverse harem.”

 “There’s debauchery here.” She bluntly spoke, shocking the club evermore so.

  “Yay there’s debauchery here!” She cheered.

 “You’re the glasses character!” She points towards Kyoya.

 “You’re his hopeless in love sidekick!” Y/n chokes on air.

 “Uhm, you’re the boy Lolita and the stoic type!” She looks at Honey and Mori.

 “Twincest! And the book worm”

She paused looking at Tamaki, a few minutes pass before tears welled up in her eyes.

 “Big brother?” She whispered.

 “Big brother!” She jumped into Tamaki’s arms.

 “My brother is blonde, you must be him!” She cheered.

 “You never told us about this!” Hikaru screamed.

 “-since when did you have a little sister!”

 “I don’t! I’m definitely an only chold, at least as far as I know.” Tamaki is now holding up the little girl.

 “The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike! You’re both blonde after all!” Honey adds in.

 “I want to know if glasses character is superior to ‘Big brother’” Kyoya calmly states, watching Tamaki try and pull off the girl.

 “But does it really matter? I can’t believe she called me a bookworm.” Haruhi grumbled, at this clearly inaccurateassessment of her character.

Y/n is just staring into space, how did this little girl know.

 He was basically overheating.

  “I believe she broke Y/n.” Kyoya spoke waving his notebook infront of his face. But to no avail.

 “Excuse me, do you want to tell me your name little one?” He nervously murmured.

 “Kirimi.” She happily answered, without a care in the world.

 “Kirimi-chan-“ Tamaki spoke putting her down onto a couch.

 “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, I’m really sorry but, I don’t have a younger sister.” He kindly spoke.

 “Are you sure-?” She begins tearing up.

 “You’re blonde just like me.” She whimpered. And Tamaki the weak willed fool folded.

 “I give in!” He lifts Kirimi in the air spinning her around.

 “As of this moment, I am your new big brother! You’re so cute!”

 “I know you get carried away by emotion, but don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises.” Haruhi brings Tamaki back to earth.

 “Don’t you listen to that mean Haruhi. I’m not irresponsible! Come with me and I’ll look after you!” He counties to spin Kirimi in pure bliss.

 Haruhi still looking at the two leans over to Kyoya.

 “What do you think we should do, Kyoya-senpai?”

  “We should probably find out if she actually has a brother that goes to this school.” Kyoya states, still trying to break Y/n out of his daze.

 “Twins can you help me with Y/n.” He sighed walking over to Tamaki, as the twins smiled know exactly what to do.

 “I think Kirimi-chan got your character troupe perfectly, huh?” Hikaru slides next to Y/n.

 “-especially being in love with-“ kaoru is abruptly interrupted but a eerie door creeping opening, finally dragging Y/n back to reality.

 “Kirimi… Kirimi…” The cloak figure creepily whispered, through the crack in the door.

 The twins, quickly look over to the male.

 He pops his head out the door, and the man is not wearing his usual cloak, revealing his bright blonde hair.

  “Hey who the hell are you?” The twins rudely spoke.

 “He looks like a foreigner!” Honey jumps in.

 “What’s up with that? How come the door looks different all the sudden.” Haruhi furrowed her brows, at the lack of logic.

 “Oh Kirimi…” Nekozawa quietly mumbled, before a girl with a catlike appearance roughly puts on the cloak and wig on him.

 The club freezes realizing who it is.

 “Nekozawa-Senpai!”

“Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn’t shroud himself in black he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse!” The maid cried.

 “Sounds like a someone we know.” Hikaru teased, poking Y/n.

 “I’m not that bad!” He rebuttals, to unbelieving Twins.

 “-on the other hand Kirimi, his sister, is frightened of dark dimly lit places.” The maid explained gestured towards the girl.

 “So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai’s younger sister.” Haruhi pointed towards the bright eyed girl.

“You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir.” The maid wipes a tear with a handkerchief.

 Tamaki places the little girl down.

 “Kirimi, so this is where you’ve been hiding.” Nekozawa laughed. Frightening the girl.

 “Brother! Save me from the monster!” She screeched, throwing herself back to Tamaki.

 “Please don’t be scared-“ He walked up to her.

 “I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is beelzenef-“ he holds up a cat hand puppet.

 “The Nekozawa family has worshipped him for generations.” He eerily smiled.

 “Y’know, I get the feeling she’s not scared of the puppet. Call me crazy, but I think it’s you.” She bluntly states.

 Kyoya nods in agreement.

“It’s probably your clothes, we’ll help you change okay.” The twins began pulling on his cloak.

 “No don’t do that! It’s far to bright, I may die!” Nekozawa pleads.

 “I know! Why don’t we just darken the room!” Honey smiled closing the Host rooms curtains.

 “Don’t do that I’m afraid!” Kirimi screamed.

 “Don’t worry little one.” Tamaki comforts the girl.

 “Either way someone’s unhappy.” Kyoya states the obvious.

 “No shit Sherlock.” You teased, which earned a glare from Kyoya.

 “Watch your language Y/n.” He scolded. Leaving Y/n with very strong feelings.

 “It’s a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result they’ve became known as the Nekozawa family’s Romeo and Juliet!” The maid dramatically compared.

 “But Romeo and Juliet weren’t brother and sister, I think their situation is a little different.” Haruhi explains.

 “Now I’m not defending her weird comparison but, weren’t they cousins?” Y/n questioned.

 “Oh I’m well aware of that! To be honest it’s just something I just came up on the fly! Pretty impressive huh? I thought it might make it more dramatic.” She cheerful states.

 “Oh I see.” Haruhi blankly spoke.

 “We were sent by the masters family-“ the butler next to the girl bows.

 “To get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely.”

 “Is the rest of the family-“

“As out of touch as the three of you are?” The twins uttered.

 “How dare you say such a thing! The Nekozawa’s are a distinguished family! They’re descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!” She gritted her teeth.

 “Tokarev huh?” Kyoya mummered.

 “Wait, you mean Romanov right?” Tamaki tilts his head.

 “There’s a legend that says every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed by the darkness exactly like our master Umehito, that legend may or may not be true.”

 “What do you mean in may or not be true?” Honey curiously looked at the girl.

 “Is it or isn’t?” The twins bored with this already.

 “Mistress Kirimi, fell in love with the handsome fairy tale prince of an older brother she seen in portraits, however with Nekozawas issues, master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black. 

  Once she found out that her older brother was enrolled here, she decided to go looking for him. That’s brought her to your host club.” 

 “We’ve tried comforting her with stories with princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories. So recently, we’ve decided to start reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them! And I’m afraid she’s became completely addicted!”

 “Shoujo manga?” Haruhi gulped.

 “I see, so that’s where that came from.” Tamaki commented.

“Is there really debauchery in your Shoujo manga? But, Sashimi-chan is so young.” Haruhi worried.

 “Did you just say Sashimi?” Y/n grinned.

  “Man I thought I was bad at names.”

 “It’s kirimi.” Nekozawa reminded.

 “So Kirimi-chan doesn’t know that you’re her real older brother?” Haruhi turned towards him.

 “Yes, we’ve talked to her but she won’t believe us.” The maid mentioned.

 “That’s so sad. Well no wonder Neko-chan is upset.” Honey rubbed away his own tears.

 “It’s painful… that’s why, every single night I offer prayers in hopes one day Kirimi will embrace the darkness.” Nekozawa sadly spoke.

 “I think you’ve got it backwards buddy, you should try to get accustomed to the light.” The twins explained.

 “Come along Mistress Kirimi, it’s time to go home.” The staff begin to pull Kirimi away.

 “No! I’m not going with you!” She clings onto Tamaki.

 “I don’t wanna go home! I want to stay with my Big brother!” She cried.

 “Nekozawa..” Tamaki muttered, holding the crying girl.

 “Don’t worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy make sure-“ he chokes out a sob.

 “-she gets the love she deserves.” He bolts out of the room crying.

 “Wait a minute!” Tamaki tried to stop him, but failed.

 “Siblings relations are a source of problems in any family.” Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

  “You and I would know the most of it, huh?.” Y/n spoke, taking a more serious tone.

 Tamaki looked over at the two.

 “Even so, I’m kinda jealous.” Haruhi states.

 They looked over to Haruhi.

“I grew up an only child, so I can’t really relate, but I imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling so different from you that you can’t even spend time together.” Haruhi explained.

Tamaki sets down Kirimi once again.

 “Is something wrong? Tell me big brother.” She looked up at Tamaki.

 “I’m sorry Kirimi-chan, I’m not the big brother that you’ve been looking for.” Tamaki softly replied.

 “Don’t worry-“ he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

 “-he’s still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that’s even more handsome than I am! And I promise you he’s a real prince.” 

 “But senpai-“ Haruhi starts.

“Once she stepped foot into this room Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club. And-“ Tamaki runs a hand through his hair.

 “It’s our job to make all of our guests happy!”

 “It’s an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now operation 

 ‘Change Nekozawa-Senpai Into The Princely Character Of Kirimi-Chan’s Dreams’ is underway!”

 “Are you serious?” The twins asked.

 “You want to change Umehito from the prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don’t even know if that’s possible!” The maid gasped.

 “Senpai! Quit getting carried away by emotions! Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Haruhi scolded.

  “Shhh, I want to see how this plays out. Y’know, so shut it.” Y/n states.

“Oh have a little faith. Have you forgotten that we have an expert on our side? Someone knows the importance of changing characters.” Tamaki smirked.

 “Wait- you don’t mean?” The twins looked at each other.

 The floor rumble, gears turned and up comes Renge with her laughter.

  “Well speak of the devil.” Y/n rubbed his face, already feeling the migraine coming.

 After a few short minutes, the host club room was setup for the perfect training ground for Nekozawa, and Renge was once again taking role of coach, and yelling at him with a megaphone.

 Shooting Y/n nerves straight to hell, if this kept up he would end up having an overstimulated breakdown.

  He was now sitting at a table face down trying to muffle the noise.

 Mori was by a black borde writing down prohibited words.

 Honey was sitting on the table, while Kyoya was leaning against the table near Y/n.

  “Looks like Renge’s on top of things.” Kyoya notes.

 “Yep she’s on a roll.” Honey cheered kicking his feet, the movement only making Y/n feel worse, as a nauseating shiver ran up Y/n’a back.

 “Is Y/n-chan okay? Kyo-chan?.” Honey worriedly looked at the barely living Y/n.

 Kyoya looks at the state Y/n’s in.

 Another sound of screams pierced the room, causing Y/n to try and sink further to the table.

 “Did you bring your headphones today?” Kyoya quietly asked, not wanting to make you feel worse.

 You shakily tapped on the table twice.

 “Do you know where you put them?” 

 You hesitate for a second before tapping twice again.

 “Is it in its usual spot?” 

Two taps were followed after.

 “Do you want me to get them for you?” Two taps again was heard.

 Kyoya gets up, and heads over to one of the rooms to the side of the club, in the room was a bag, Y/n called it his emergency kit. He always supplied it with his headphones, countless fidget toys, and off to the side of the bag was the weighted blanket.

 He quickly grabs the headphones, and a purple fidget toy, with clickable buttons. An addition Kyoya himself added.

 Kyoya leaves the room and comes back to the table, he lightly taps the table next to where Y/n’s head is laying, he lifts his head up slowly. And grabbed the items from Kyoya.

  He puts on the headphones, muffling his surroundings. Kyoya placed the toy in-front of Y/n and went back to leaning on the table.

  “Kyo-chan? How did you know what Y/n-chan needed?” Honey whispered.

 “Hm? What do you mean?” 

“Well Y/n-chan tapped on the table and you knew exactly what it meant. And you were aware where it was?”

 “We’ve been in the same class for years, you think something like this hasn’t happened before?” Kyoya calmly explained pushing his glasses up.

 “I guess that make sense..” Honey mumbled in thought, feeling like his missing something.

 Lights began flashing, trying to get Nekozawa akin to the light.

 He screams, like a vampire to the sun. 

 “-but I thought you rejected the  occult?” Nekozawa questioned.

 “Occult fiction is good, occult fashion is not.” Renge explained as if it was obvious.

 “Oh is that so?” Tamaki tilts his head.

 “Don’t judge him! You’re the one always in cosplay.” the twins reminded.

 “Here you go boss!” The twins mischievously smiled. Pushing a mannequin with a wig, similar to Haruhi’s hairstyle, and wearing a cute pink ruffled bathing suit.

  “We got this one ready just for you!”

 “You should go ahead and confess your love to this Haruhi doll!” The twins explained.

  “You should teach him,by example.” 

Tamaki gulped and nervously closed his eyes.

 “H-Haruhi I-i…” he stammered.

 “Excuse me.” The real Haruhi interrupted.

  “H-Haruhi! You’re the real one! When did you get here?” He nervously tossed the doll off to the side.

  “Kirimi-chan came to the host club looking for you.” She glared at the doll now on the floor.

 “If you’ve got time to do disgusted things like this, surely you can spare some time to hang out with her for awhile!” She scolded.

 “Horrible? Disgusting?” He whimpered retreating to a corner.

 “Why don’t you keep her company Haruhi? What’s wrong, don’t like children?” The twins questioned.

  “Well no, it’s not that I don’t like them or anything.”

 “But she’s made me read about fifty volumes of shoujo manga to her over the last few days, and to my surprise? Those things are really full of reverse harems and debauchery.” She cringed at the memory.

 “Big brother?” Kirimi looks around the room.

 “This room is dark and scary!” She began crying.

 “Oh Kirimi-Chan!” She runs up to  the shaking girl.

 “I told you to wait for me in the other room.”

 Tamaki lifta Kirimi in the air, taking her out to the brightly lit hallway.

  “You see? Nothing to be afraid of?” Kirimi giggles.

 Nekozawa holds a flashlight to his face with new found determination. He flicks it on.

 And chants ‘I am a princely big brother’ to work up the willpower.

 “He did it!” Honey cheered.

 Mori claps.

“Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way! Now being able to flash a light directly in his face!” Renge teared up.

  “Bravo senpai, bravo!” The twins pull pop streamers, and loud bangs came off it.

  Y/n flinched, still overwhelmed by everything.

 Kyoya coldly glares at twins, causing the twins to nervously hide the now popped streamers behind their back, feeling a new sense of danger.

 “Hey look, Kirimi-Chan hasn’t left the courtyard yet.” Hikaru spoke looking out the window.

 “But there’s something down there with her. Oh, it’s just a cat.” Kaoru notes.

 Nekozawa gasped and rushed over to look out the window.

  “Your family sure does like cats.” Hikaru mentioned.

 “Even strays warm up to your family.”

 “They’re revered by our family it’s true, but Kirimi wouldn’t participate in something like that! Kirimi is afraid of animals, and most of all she’s afraid of cats!” He frantically looks around.

 He decided the sane thing to do was rush down the stai- wait no he jumps out the window.

 “But he’s not wearing his black cloak!” Haruhi states.

 The host club watched out the now shattered window. They looked at awe at the former goth’s bravery.

 Kyoya lets out a sigh. Causing y/n to move his head onto his arms, so he could look at him. He clicked the button on the fidget toy, to gain Kyoyas attention.

  “Nekozawa jumped out our window.” Kyoya explained. Y/n hummed, looking blankly at the broken glass scattered across the room.

 “Are you feeling better?” Kyoya spoke, writing the estimate expense of the windows.

 Y/n tapped twice.

 “Hm good.” He writes down in his book.”

 Y/n takes an inhale, and points towards the book.

  “My book? Do you want to say something?” Kyoya spoke.

  He tapped twice on the table.

 He flipped to an empty page.

“Please don’t try and look through it.” He teased before handing the book off.

  He ignore his comment and began writing on the page, he hands it back as Kyoya looks at it.

 His face softens for a second before adjusting his glasses.

 On the page were the words ‘Thank you’ written in messy handwriting.

 This rare moment of affection, was not ignored. Honey, finally connected the dots. 

 Leaving the twins, Mori and Honey. To be aware of the fondness for one another.