#kyouya ootori x reader

[see-the-fandom-imagines]

What's in it for me?

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines   Warnings: None, really Author’s Note: Sorry this took again forever, I will upload the next 4 chapters in the next days :) Thanks for reading <3 Tag List: @radical-bunny, @redsakura101​, @ellouisa17​

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46325452/chapters/116633701

It was the last weekend of your break and you had decided to spend the day at Haruhi’s today to cook a little and hang out just the two of you before you both had to go back to school. You knew that you’d be seeing each other in the host club, but it was nice not having to put up a front every now and then and to spend some time together, just the two of you.

Chatting happily, Haruhi and you had just gotten out of the convenience store to buy a few items, some tea and snacks, when suddenly a huge commotion right in front of her apartment complex caught your attention.

“Hm? What do you think is going on there?”, Haruhi asked, and you shrugged.

“No idea. Let’s go check it…”, you began, but your voice got caught in your throat as you spotted the Rolls Royce in front of her building and heard the voices of the passers-by. “What is this? Who’re these rich people?”

“Oh no”, Haruhi and you sighed in unison, looking at each other exasperatedly. You knew what would be coming.

“How dare they just show up unannounced?”, Haruhi already complained and dropped her grocery store bags, letting her head hang low.

“Are you really surprised, though?”, you asked back, watching the six boys get out of the car. When they got out of the car, you couldn’t help but notice how stylish they were dressed for a visit like this, and you sheepishly looked down at yourself. You had just thrown on the first best thing you had found in your wardrobe as it was not only Sunday, but also Haruhi had seen you in every state possible, so you really didn’t care anymore how you looked when you went over to her place. You suddenly felt very self-conscious.

This feeling didn’t get better when you heard what Kyouya was saying.

“No, this is what’s called a ‘commoners´apartment complex’. Haruhi’s place is probably just one of the rooms among these.”

He wasn’t wrong, that was exactly what it was, but you couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for how their houses must look like. You knew they weren’t even looking at your flat, but let’s face it, yours wasn’t a lot bigger than Haruhi’s and technically she lived in the better neighbourhood.

You looked at Haruhi, while Tamaki began yelling at Kyouya.

“We could just make a run for it, Haru, what do you think?”

She held up your groceries. “These will spoil, though, if we do not refrigerate them.”

“True that. Alright”, you agreed, accepting your fate. Maybe it could be fun to have them over. It was not like you didn’t like seeing them. Just maybe not today, when you really had wanted to talk to Haruhi about what happened on Okinawa. The entire weekend had left you emotionally agitated and you really needed to vent, eat lots of junk food and then argue with Haruhi, who saw everything always way too rational, about everything once again.

Your self-pity got interrupted by Tamaki who was now loudly proclaiming why they were here. “This is just a nonchalant visit, because we happened to be passing by, and it’s not to research Fujioka’s standard of living.” You could feel Haruhi become more annoyed with every single word he uttered. “The words shabby, cramped and run-down are absolutely forbidden.” Every word made you flinch a little in secondhand embarrassment.

“Yes, sir!”, the other’s complied, and you suddenly felt a gaze on you. When you looked up, you noticed that Kyouya was glancing over at you. He had noticed the both of you, but obviously preferred to stay quiet. Typical. Thinking about your phone call, you awkwardly nodded in his direction to greet him, and cursed yourself in the same second for how absolutely stupid that must have looked. You saw a smirk form on his face and quickly you averted your gaze, before you could turn bright red, looking back at Tamaki, who had still not noticed the both of you approaching.

“Under no circumstances are you to say or do anything that would make them want us to leave.”

“Well, it’s too late for that!”, Haruhi exclaimed, now highly annoyed, snapping you out of your thoughts about Kyouya. “Go away, right now!”

You awkwardly lifted your hand from behind of her to greet everybody. Haruhi’s brows were twitching and you realized she was slightly embarrassed, too. Although probably more of the spoiled rich kids treating her like a commoner in front of all of her neighbours. And yet, all they had to say to this was “That pink dress is so cute!” You hid your own outfit behind your grocery bag. Not everybody could look as cute as her all the time. Haruhi did not appreciate this comment, though and instead told them to shut up and get the hell out of here.

“Haruhi’s so mad, she actually cursed at us! This is your fault”, Tamaki immediately began to blame the twins, who did not seem to be realizing that they were part of the problem.

All of a sudden a middle aged woman approached Haruhi. “Excuse me, Haruhi, but is everything alright?”

“Oh, Hi Ms. Landlady”, you and Haruhi greeted her. You had seen her a few times before when you were around.

“Those young men are driving such fancy foreign cars, they’re not yakuza are they?”

You laughed embarrassedly. “No, they’re not …”

She seemed genuinely worried. “Do you want me to call the police for you?”

“Well actually”, you started to think but were interrupted by Tamaki grabbing the Landlady’s hand in his usual flirty manner. “Pleased to meet you madam. My name’s Suoh, I’m one of Haruhi’s friends.”

“Really?” She blushed. “My goodness, well aren’t you just adorable.”

That was one way to put it. Haruhi stepped back next you.

“And he’s got her.”

You nodded. “I can’t believe this keeps working.”

<p>After a lot of back and forth you had allowed all six hosts inside Haruhi’s small flat and they were now sitting and standing around the living room, looking and commenting on everything.

You listened to them bicker and sighed, helping Haruhi prepare the tea. This was really not how you had expected your Sunday to go and based on her expression neither had she. “Sorry about this, (y/n), let’s talk later, alright?”

You nodded, for some reason, slightly blushing, just in case Kyouya was actually smart enough to know that this was about him. “(Y/n), is this book yours?” You turned around looking at the devil you were speaking of, disassembling the bookshelf one title at a time and accidentally dropping an entire scroll to the floor. You had expected everyone else to make a mess, but him. “Yes. But would you please not touch everything?”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and turned around. Haruhi had brought the tea to the table and you noticed in awe that Honey had unpacked a generous selection of amazing looking cakes. Your gaze froze on them, they reminded you of the first cake he had given you on your first day and you remembered how delicious that had been. The glee must have been visible on your face, because the older host gently nudged the packaging closer to you.

“Haru-chan and (y/n)-chan can choose first!”, he exclaimed happily and the two of you looked at each other, equally excited about the treat you were about to get.

“Are you sure?”, Haruhi asked, and you stepped closer to get a better look, waiting for the answer. “Sure, we’re used to eating that stuff.” You didn’t even mind Hikaru’s comment, today you were not going to allow them to spoil your mood.

“Well then …”, Haruhi began thinking for second, “the strawberry one.”

“And you?”, Mori asked looking up at you from where he was sitting.

“Hm… if it’s alright, I think I’ll take the chocolate one then!” He smiled and nodded.

“I am going to get plates”, you said and moved over to the kitchen cupboard to get out eight plates and forks, distributing them. Honey carefully placed the cake onto them.

When you turned around again you realized that Kyouya had decided to sit between Honey and Mori and for a split second you wondered if he had done that on purpose. But your suspicions were short-lived, for the prospect of the cake in front of you let you forget everything else.

The oldest host smiled at you and patted the space next to him and you grinned back, positioning yourself between them.

Although you didn’t like to admit it, it was a bit crowded in here with eight people and when you sat down you felt your thigh touch Kyouya’s knee. Yet, he didn’t seem like he was going to move in any way. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the touch of his leg against yours and everything related to that and instead took a bite of your cake. It was heaven. Happily you smiled and didn’t notice, that Kyouya was watching you from the corner of his eye, also very aware of the touch of your legs, but a small smile forming on his face nonetheless as he saw you this genuinely happy about something as small as cake. He didn't get to see such genuine joy often.

You just sat around for a while, eating the cake and talking, doing your best to focus on anything but the host next to you, when suddenly someone became peckish.

"After eating that cake, I am a bit hungry", Honey proclaimed and you raised an eyebrow. After the cake? But then again, it was Honey so you were not too surprised. You just wanted to suggest that this must mean they had to leave, when Tamaki and the twins replied, not realizing anything wrong with their utterances. You really liked them, but in moments like this you really wondered how any of them would survive on their own.

"Oh yeah, it's way past lunchtime", Hikaru confirmed.

“Is lunch ready?”, all three then asked in unison.

You took a deep breath. "You guys are another kind of spoiled."

"Yes, could you please stop living in your own world?", Haruhi added, but before anything could escalate again, you felt Kyouya shift next to you.

“Now, we’re the ones who dropped in on you without a warning, so we’ll pay.”

Surprised you looked up at him, as he was getting out his wallet. “Why not order some of your favourite sushi, or something?”, he suggested.

He looked down at you, waiting for a reply. “No, it’s fine, really”, you said, definitely not wanting to owe Kyouya anything, and Haruhi seemed to have read your mind. “Yes, really. I’m scared of what would happen if I let you treat me.”

“Yeah”, you agreed, but immediately kept thinking. Were you really scared? Part of you wanted to see what actually would happen to you. What he would ask of you and if… Quickly you looked back at the table. Enough.

Kyouya however did not react to your declination. Instead, he pulled out a golden credit card. “Not to worry. This comes out of sales of your photos we auctioned off.”

“Of course it did”, you sighed.

“Then isn’t this actually on me?”, Haruhi added.

“All right”, she proclaimed. “I have a friend who runs a nice sushi shop nearby. So I’ll give them a call. They’ll have some high-quality stuff.”

Tamaki handed her a note and Haruhi was reading it out loud, before throwing it out. "Even if the Sushi pack says 'premium' on it, you can't call it high quality. Be very careful." Haruhi didn't even turn around and just crumpled the paper up into a ball, trying to stay calm. “I know that.”

While Tamaki was having another existential crisis, Haruhi took the telephone, yet, could not even fully type in the number as Honey appeared in front of you, smiling brightly.

“I’d like to have something made by (y/n) and Haru-chan. Breakfast last time was just so delicious.” You smiled at him and somehow you couldn't even be mad. It was really kind of him to say that.

You all agreed that Haruhi and you would cook something and after a lot of back and forth you mentally braced yourself for a supermarket shopping trip with 6 hyped up hosts.

“I’ll wait outside”, you proclaimed, anxious to get out of the crowded space. You made your way down the stairs first, waiting a few steps away from the stairs to get some fresh air and some calm before you would have to deal with the rich kids in another confined space. You leant against the wall, eyes closed, when suddenly you felt a presence next to you.

“How have you been, (y/n)?”, he asked and surprised you looked up at him. You had not really expected him to so suddenly appear. And even less had you expected him to actually directly ask you how you were doing. And as if he had read your thoughts he added. “I don’t want you to have any remaining injuries that can be traced back to our private property.” Ah, now it made sense. You shook your head and couldn't hold back a small giggle. In return he raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. The way you’re asking if I am alright, I guess.” Kyouya chose to leave this unanswered, and you looked back up at him. By now you had him figured out for the most part, you noticed. You shook your head. “I’m fine”, you said. “I am not going to sue you. This time.”

“Will be looking forward to the next lawsuit then.”

You scoffed. “Just you wait. Give me a couple more years to save the money for the lawyer and you’re going to be done for.”

A comfortably silence engulfed you for a second, when Kyouya spoke up again.

“Actually”, he said, leaning next to you against the wall, while still facing you. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Hm?” He wanted to talk? About what?

“It’s about …”, he started but he didn’t get much further, for you heard screaming and a huge bang from Haruhi’s apartment.

“Tamaki”, you said in unison, before making your way back up the stairs to see what was going on.

When you entered the apartment together you did not only see Tamaki on the floor, though, but you realized that you had been so focussed on yourself and Kyouya that you hadn't even noticed Ranka coming home. You assessed the situation, Tamaki on the floor, twins grinning next to him and before you could say anything you were engulfed in a tight hug that obstructed your breathing a little more than would have been comfortable. “Aaaah, (y/n), you’re here, too, it’s been quite a while! I missed my second daughter so much!"

“I missed you, too… Ranka-san”, you managed to get out inbetween breaths, until she finally let go of you. You stumbled a few metres back, and bumped right into Mori, who thankfully stabilized you again.

"It has been way too long since you came to visit! Now come, come let's all sit together and have a little catch up!" When she said this, her gaze was darting between you and Kyouya, followed by a gaze like a dagger in the direction of Tamaki, who let out a gurgling noise, but you all complied.

Again crouched around the table you smiled at her. "So you're the host club, I keep hearing about!" You raised an eyebrow, and looked at Haruhi who just shrugged. 'Keep hearing' sounded like a bit too much information for whatever Haruhi would tell her father, so this was surprising to hear. The mystery was quickly solved though, when Ranka turned to Kyouya and the coin dropped. Of course, if he had been contacting your aunt, of course he had been contacting Ranka as well. You looked at him raising an eyebrow and whereas he did notice your judging glare, he kept his pokerface as usual. While you tried to pry the information out of his motionless features, Ranka continued without missing a beat. "You really are a fine set of boys, I don't know which one of you I want. Right, Haruhi? (Y/n)?" Tamaki was still sulking in a corner, while the rest of the hosts smiled at the compliments her father was giving them. "Oh, you can just call me Ranka-san. Ranka is the professional name I use at the drag bar I am working at!"

"Professional name?", Honey asked, "like a stage name?"

"That's right, Mitsukuni-kun."

"How do you know my name?"

At this point you were glaring daggers at Kyouya, while Ranka was listing the names of all the boys, but he still didn't move a muscle.

"Haruhi told you about us?", one of the twins finally asked, you were too focussed on trying to make Kyouya's face fall to pay attention to which one was speaking.

Finally Ranka admitted it. "No, Kyouya-kun tells me everything over the phone." He did not just act innocent, all of a sudden a smile spread over his face, as he pressed his hands against Ranka's. "You really are beautiful, Ranka-san." The man knew no shame. Everybody was freaking out, and Tamaki grabbed Kyouya, obviously feeling as betrayed about this as you.

"Did you know, (y/n)?", Kaoru asked, apparently realising that you were not as shocked by that as everybody else.

"He called my aunt, too", you mumbled, a little embarrassed that you didn't connect the dots and told Haruhi, too. For some reason it somehow bothered you that he had called Ranka about Haruhi as well, although you knew it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Of course you weren't special to him, after all it was just his professionality with these things. You began chewing on your lip and looking at the table top, scratching away a little dirt that had been left from the cake earlier.

You were lost so deep in your own thoughts, ignoring the usual commotion Ranka made, that only Haruhi grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her brought you back to reality.

"Where are you going?", Ranka cried out and you looked at Haruhi just as confused.

"The supermarket." She opened the door and you followed, grateful to be out of the house and away from the hosts for a while. You threw a last glance into the round and noticed Kyouya staring intently at you. He had noticed your shift in behaviour. Quickly you gulped, putting on your shoes to leave the house.

"We are going shopping, by ourselves. We'll be right back, so everyone, please behave yourselves." And with these words you left the flat, ignoring Hikaru yelling after you.

You were grateful that Haruhi had suggested you two should go to the supermarket together. Once outside you took a deep breath, glad about the calm for a second. You knew your pang of jealousy had been stupid, but it felt good being away from the situation nonetheless. Ranka made all that mess, she could deal with the boys for a while. And something told you she didn't mind either.

The walk to the market was comfortable, although you barely spoke about anything in particular. It was a very short walk after all and you mostly listened to Haruhi complaining about the nuisance Tamaki was being. You nodded, thinking about whether or not you should talk about what you wanted to talk about, but decided against it. There wasn't enough time and Haruhi had other worries. So instead you just said, "Thanks for taking me with you."

She smiled her usual sweet smile. "Of course. I felt like you needed a breath of air, too." You nodded, suddenly feeling very at ease again. Sometimes you forgot how well Haruhi knew you. "Come on, let's buy what we need. I will get the veggies and you can get whatever else you like."

You maybe had been at the supermarket for 5 minutes, when you began to spot familiar faces around. Of course. Smiling to yourself you remembered Ranka following you and Haruhi to places ever since. Haruhi never seemed to notice her and you never pointed it out, for some reason. You liked to leave Ranka to believe she was protecting her daughter well and now that she found her perfect replica in Tamaki, you had known it was just a question of time until he would show up here, too. And although you had prefered some calmness, somehow the way they all tried to hide, while simultaneously being overwhelmed by this very normal supermarket made you smile a little. Your gaze followed Honey who was pushed in a shopping cart through the store by more, when you suddenly spotted Kyouya looking at something with actual interest. For a second you hesitated about whether or not you wanted to talk to him, but then you saw him pack several glasses of spicy korean radishes in his cart and you sighed. These rich people.

Kyouya had to admit that he had never spent this much time in a commoner’s supermarket before. The chefs were taking care of meals and groceries, so usually he did not have to worry about food. If he wanted something, someone would bring it to him. Nonetheless, was this a rather interesting experience. He tried to remember some prices, to compare them to the market value later, when something caught his eye. Carefully he picked up one of the glasses and read the inscription. Spicy Radishes, Korean, harvested in Jeju Area. A memory flashed before his eyes, he remembered that he had eaten them a few times before. A korean housekeeper had brought them in a few times when he was a child and she would let him have some, whenever he got a little hungry. He smiled at this memory he had suppressed for so long, briefly wondering how she was doing today, but he quickly shook off such sentimental thoughts. Still his eyes darted back to the pile. Surprised he notice how cheap they were and after thinking for a short moment, he grabbed a few to place them in his cart as well. This all barely cost anything and he couldn’t help but be surprised by it. He took another one, when suddenly a well-known voice interrupted him.

“You like these?”, (y/n) asked, appearing behind him and picking up one glass out of his basket to give it a better look. Surprised about her sudden appearance, Kyouya hesitated for a second, before simply nodding. He noticed her gaze wandering over to the price tag, and she shook her head.

“Don’t get them all now”, you lectured him, placing the glass back into the shelf.

“But they’re so cheap. It is really quite peculiar. Furthermore, I am not sure if I will be back in such a store and the offer is too good, not to …” He got interrupted by her laughter for the second time today. Usually he would be quite annoyed, but for some reason he really enjoyed her laugh. Well, he knew it was because of his silly crush, but he still took a mental note of that.

“They’re not even on sale”, she interrupted, smiling up at him. Her smile was really beautiful. How her eyes closed ever so slightly and her eyebrows moved slightly downwards. He suddenly had to fight the urge to touch her face. “You’re rich after all, hm?” The smile seemed to falter a little, but only for a split second. Kyouya still noticed it. Yet, she was back to her old self before he could say anything. “You can buy some now, but I’ll get some for you once they are on sale!”

He looked down at her, not sure what to say, but he nodded, nonetheless.

“Come on. Let’s see what else we can get for lunch!”

His gaze followed her as she vanished behind one of the store shelves, before his look fell back on the glass he held in his hand, carefully placing it back, while smiling to himself. “Not on sale, huh…” He looked at the radishes one last time, before following her, curious what else this commoner’s supermarket had in store.

[morinuu]

Hello!!!!

I’m so happy to see your requests are open I absolutely love your writing!!

Kyoya x fem reader where they have an arranged marriage because it will help both there parents companies, and Kyoya and reader start to actually have feelings for one another, even though they weren’t sure about marrying the other at first?? Just thought it would be super cute!!

Hope your day/night is going well!!

hiii im so glad u like my work! :3 added a wee bit of angst turnt fluff cus why not. its not exactly what u asked for but i hope u like it anyway!

❄｜kyouya x reader where you're both forced to marry under your families' order. 1.7k words. this doesn't follow the canon for the events after the ouran graduation.

the noiret paced around his room in uneasiness. he knew one day his freedom would be cut short, he'd been waiting for that day, but he also had learnt to have the slightest, stupidest hope that his father's newfound respect for him had changed things.

he wonders, however, how he of all people could have been so naïve.

outside, the fairies of the winter had been drawing pretty little drawings of ice on the edges of his windows, as if to try and distract his racing mind from the events that would unfold the second he got out of his room. he was used to the noise of social events, the people chatter and the pressure of socialising, so this should be nothing for him, right?

right.

he didn't understand this feeling. it wasn't that he necessarily hated an arrangement for marriage, life would go on whether or not it would happen.

looking at the fairies' drawings of comfort one last time, he took a deep breath and exited his room to leave for the wedding venue without a word.

the car ride was uncomfortable. his family had already arrived so they weren't there to talk his ear off and the bride would come some time after than he did as the tradition goes. he had time left to think and contemplate again and again.

he looked down at his tuxedo. the bride requested that if she wasn't able to marry of her own free will, that she at least get to have her dream wedding. not a bad deal, kyouya thought. their outfits had been in matching colours, and both were over-the-top decorated. he felt slightly embarrassed at the outfit, but it wasn't anything too extreme in comparison to what he wore in highschool. the only concern was that his whole family and many important people would be there, though he swallowed that as well, as he'd been doing the entire year of the wedding preparation.

he'd met his fiancée plenty of times in that year. the first time they met was at his university graduation. she was smiling brightly standing next to his sister who rushed to hug him and congratulate him. he remembers her bowing politely and introducing herself, before his father stepped in to explain the situation. he remembers the slight surprise on her face at the lack of comments about his sons' achievements.

the next time they met was at a museum. his sister had advised him to ask her on a date so they could get to know each other. she was intelligent, charismatic, and he couldn't deny her face was pleasant to look at. her interest in history was a plus - at least she had an interesting characteristic.

their second date was a dinner at a restaurant, only the best to serve the ootoris. she'd picked steak and juice - quickly explaining she doesn't drink at the slight raise of his eyebrow. he nodded and changed his own wine order to juice as well. 'you don't have to do that!' she rushed but he assured her he's just being considerate of his fiancée. he never forgot how to be a gentleman.

the fifth date she asked to meet at a commoners' shopping mall to show him around. kyouya wasn't surprised by this. he'd learnt early on from his investigation on potential wife that she'd been adopted into the l/n family due to some sort of an affair. despite it being well-known, the gossip around the situation wasn't very clear, so he decided to wait until she talked about it instead.

at some point down the road, the two had become something akin to friends, and although not very close, y/n claimed she was satisfied with the bond they'd created regardless of its strength.

nine months later, he now is at the altar, bouquet in hand, a performative smile for all the guests to admire - until a beautiful woman comes through with her arm linked to her father's.

the ceremony didn't last long, the after-party however? most guests had already left but the couples' friends continued to act like it was the last day of their lives. the bridesmaids' laughter and his friends' drunk dance moves tired kyouya, but he was having fun, so what's another night sleepless?

a tap in his shoulder by his wife.

"you okay? you seem tired. we can call it a night." she exclaimed into his ear through the music. he'd read enough women's blogs to understand what that meant.

even if he wasn't tired, she was, and that was a roundabout way of telling him. what sort of husband disobeys his wife?

the second they got to their new house, y/n rushed to the bed and flopped on it like a sack. she had no energy to get changed or move, instead asking kyouya 'if they could complete their duties the next day, nobody was rushing them anyway'. kyouya he helped her out of her dress and comatosed with her in peace.

the next morning, nobody bothered to wake the couple. soon they'd leave for their honeymoon anyway. everything happened way too quickly and kyouya didn't know how to handle it. the weeks passed, and he refused to communicate any issues to his wife that weren't work or family related. he felt conflicted, but he didn't know about what. the woman lying next to him was kind, beautiful, clever. what right did he have to complain?

i mean, what did it matter if he didn't feel any connection in bed? why would it matter if she had a disappointed look on her face whenever he had to cut their time short? would it make any difference if he had an heir later and ignored his parents' whines about it? it was a tough thing to do, but each time he failed to satisfy his wife, it felt like a stab in the chest wounding his male ego. so did it really matter that he was away for long periods of time? it was a marriage of convenience, after all, and she wasn't missing out on anything.

she claimed that whatever friendship they had felt like it was dissolving because he 'didn't make an effort'? him? when he's the one working hard to make sure his dad's company doesn't make the wrong decisions? what does she know when she sits at home all day getting princess treatment despite being illegitimate?

"you chose this, kyouya." what?

"you refuse to leave your father's shadow." that's not it.

"maybe if you stood up for yourself, half the issues you're complaining about would be gone!" you're wrong.

he doesn't have free will, he never did. since he was a kid his life had been dictated by those around him, and surely you under-

"you're nearing thirty, kyoya! i'm tired of your self-pity! do something! i'm sick of this!"

it felt like yesterday when he saw his wife in her wedding dress for the first time. back then, he didn't really understand the concept of forever.

yet it had already been seven years.

seven years of obedience. seven years of keeping his head down. seven years of neglecting his wife to dedicate his time to his work. seven years for him to realise he was serving the ootoris. he was never on an equal level.

the issue wasn't his father, it was him. and on his twenty-ninth birthday, a snowy day just like his wedding day, with the winter fairies for comfort, he announced to his old man his retirement from the company.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i'm sorry for everything. let's try again."

you took his hand and embraced him. you knew your husband was broken somewhere inside him. you'd known for years. you'd seen how his family treated him, how they took him for granted. but no matter what you did, how much you pressured him, he only let you see specific parts of himself, and you couldn't help but blame yourself.

you refused to leave his side, no matter how exhausting your marriage felt. you rarely went on dates anymore, he never made the move to touch you, it wasn't marriage, it felt like... a business transaction.

deep down, you knew that that's what it was. you'd considered divorce plenty of times but at the end of the day, even if not your lover, kyouya was your friend. the man whom you ate breakfast with and lied on the same bed with. the man you'd seen you at your worst and gave you strength, and you knew you had to support even if he refused to let go of what was familiar to him. even if he refused his own happiness.

the sobbing man in your arms reminded you of a younger version of him. years ago, on your third anniversary when he'd planned a trip to chongqing because he remembered you saying you always wanted to go. during your two week stay, he got wine tipsy at dinner and eventually drunk by nighttime, spilling feelings he'd kept to himself for years.

he'd kneeled in front of you, furiously crying in your lap as he held your legs tightly, begging you not to leave because he could feel himself changing and neglecting his personal life.

you'd carried him to bed and admired his face as he fell asleep, naïvely thinking that this was just a rough patch and he'd go back to putting effort in just like he did in chongqing.

but the years passed and he proved to you his fears were legitimate.

"sure, let's try again kyouya." you patted his back when he held you in even tighter. "but this time we're trying counselling, okay?" you giggled, trying to light up the mood.

he pulled back and gave a tiny smile when you wiped his cheek.

"whatever my wife says." he caressed your hair. "let's stay married, okay? i don't want to lose you."

he didn't say the three words, but that was okay. it didn't matter much. romance could wait, because you knew you loved him more than a woman in a cheesy romcom would. you loved his soul, and you wanted nothing more than to see him bloom.

"let's stay married, kyouya. happy birthday."

it was a new beginning for the both of you and you had nothing but time on the horizon.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive relationship, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, manipulation, strictness, threats, blackmailing

S/o is like Power from Csm

Fujioka Haruhi

👑​Haruhi differs from the rest of the Host Club, not only because she is the only biologically female host but also because she didn't grow up in a wealthy environment. She's far more down to earth and honest which is why she is able to show the most leniency to her darling. Her concern for your hygiene and overall behavior stems less from her expectation how a woman should behave and act in school and more from how she believes everyone regardless of gender should act. She doesn't want you to shower with the finest soap and dress up in the most expensive clothes as she didn't dress up properly either when she initially entered the school due to her circumstances but Haruhi still thinks that there should be a minimum that you should at least fulfill and she won't ask of you to go beyond that. She is very blunt though with this small request of hers as she doesn't tiptoe her way around this conversation with you. Responsible and practical as she is she will showcase a lot of patience as she tries to help as well as teach you on how to behave at least a bit more respectful in public as well as teach you how to take better care of your hygiene.

Suoh Tamaki

🌹​Tamaki is crying tears because of you more than just once. He is used to the refined ladies swooning over him an using his princely charm to persuade every woman's heart yet all of his advances fly straight over your head as you couldn't care less, something that hurts his pride. His expectations and wishes for an overall betterment of your life and behavior are higher than those of Haruhi though he wouldn't want you to change your entire personality as he finds some characteristics of yours weirdly charming. Unfortunately his father happens to be the chairman of Ouran Academy and so he knows of the many complaints other parents and students submit to him due to your intolerable behavior and he doubts that his father would allow him to take you as his partner. So as the passionate and stubborn man that he is he decides to teach you himself all with the excuse that it will benefit you greatly. In reality his main motive is that he needs you to fit in better so that no one will have great complaints about him loving you, proving that he is also on a more egotistical side just as you are. Tamaki is clingy and confrontational about it all, at times almost as selfish and self-motivated as you are.

Ootori Kyouya

💴​Kyouya normally claims that he only helps people if it benefits him yet there are no material advantages to be gained as he dedicates his forced help to you as his main motivation is his expectant obsession. He has the highest expectations from all hosts and is partially almost repulsed that from all ladies it is you who caught his eyes. His father would never allow him to marry you and Kyouya himself can't sit still as long as you are as vulgar and gross in appearance as well as behavior. He's diligent and calculating, has an entire schedule for you where he plans to teach you on how to be a better person. He constantly makes notes on your behavior and methods how to have you behave in a more lady-like manner and uses your self-motivated behavior against you to bribe you to tag along with his ideas and wishes even if this doesn't work all of the time. It is quite hard to blackmail you and find an efficient way to have you listen more and whilst it is probably quite tasteless to others Kyouya knows that this is one of the best methods to keep you in line as you are mainly driven by your own desire and emotions. He'll give you more freedom once you stop behaving like a savage.

Haninozuka Mitsukuni

🍯​His childish appearance normally results in the women in the Host Club babying him and gushing over his cuteness yet none of that works on you as you rudely tell him off or ignore him and Honey has actually broken down in tears a couple of times due to it as he is a sensitive soul. He's very carefully tried to see if he could guilt-trip you with his tears one time only to arrive at the conclusion that you are not a very sentimental soul when you ignored him. All of his approachs that would usually work on women don't work on you and he spends a good day pouting about it, deeply upset as he stuffs cake in his face to deal with the frustration. Despite his dimwitted looks at times Honey isn't naive though so when he realises that you are driven by greed he tries a different approach by enticing you with all the cakes that he consumes and he isn't surprised to see that it works well with you devouring all the sweets he offers you. Now that he has managed to find a way to keep you by his side he struggles though to get further with you as you are childish without any trace of maturity that he possesses and don't respond to his advices, your words only hurting him even if he tries to remain optimistic.

Morinozuka Takashi

💪​Mori may not be the most talkative individual but that doesn't take away from his concern in regards to you. He has spent a lot of time simply observing you as you are commonly refered to as the black skeep of this academy who puts shame on their traditions and values and as much as he feels protective of you and adores you he can't defend you in this regard. You lack the bare minimum of politeness and do whatever you want without any regard to anyone else and constantly lie to bring yourself out of troubles and he has been the biggest victim of it. Mori often accompanies you in hopes of preventing you from breaking things or disrespecting and angering others and whenever you got in troubles you always pushed all the blame on him without even giving it any thought. You're lucky that Mori is as patient as he is as probably no one else would have been able to deal with you for as long as he did. He's not only extremely patient but also very persistent in his constant attempts to teach you how to behave better. Sometimes though he does get a tad bit more intimidating and uses his strong body built against you to scare you off if you manage to push him around a bit too much.

Hitachiin Hikaru

🩵​Hikaru proves to be one who perhaps finds himself struggling the most with his darling. Having grown up being co-dependent on his twin brother he often finds himself struggling with others and this is especially bad due to behavior. You end up hurting Hikaru's feelings more than once as you pay zero attention to him or simply ignore his attempts to get closer to you, your attention fickle as you show interest in other things even when he is trying to have a conversation with you. This often ends with Hikaru angrily stormig away, unable to deal with the pain you inflicted on him by acting as if a mere object is more interesting than he is. As someone who tends to be jealous as it is this only increases this tendency of his as it not only is limited to people anymore but also to objects that fascinate you and catch your attention. Alongside with this increase of jealousy his nervousness also spikes up a good bit as he starts feeling terrified to approach you again, afraid to be hurt once more which is slowly but surely taking a toll on his own self-confidence. In an attempt to get through you though he starts indulging you in your superficiality by buying you all sorts of useless trinkets.

Hitachiin Kaoru

🧡​Kaoru may keep up the mischievous and playful charade when him and Hikaru are together yet despite being the younger twin he is far more level-headed than his older brother is. This doesn't mean that he can expertly handle you but at least he shows a degree of self-control unlike his older brother and doesn't run away when it gets too much. It's still very difficult to deal with you, especially since you are the opposite of what Ouran Academy expects of its female students and whilst Kaoru also doesn't expect nor want you to be the lady of all ladies it would be nice to see you behaving a bit more properly since sometimes you do gross him out with your behavior as well as lack of body hygiene. He doesn't try to be as shallow as his older brother though and attempts to gain your attention and at least a fraction of your obedience by indulging you in your greedy and selfish superficiality but instead attempts to do it the harder way by convincing you to try to be a bit more proper. He is no idealistic fool though. As soon as Kaoru realises that mere nice words don't seem to work on you he will resort to other methods to get you to force listening to his advices a bit more.

[liz-the-greatest]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Ootori Kyouya, Original Female Character(s), Suoh Tamaki, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Morinozuka Takashi, Fujioka Haruhi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV Alternating, Demon/Human Relationships, kyouya is a demon in this, Forced Cohabitation, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, mild body horror Summary:

Kyouya, a demon working under the crown prince of hell is ambushed while investigating In human world. The ambush leaves him with fuzzy memory and no powers, at the mercy of the human whose balcony he crashed onto.

Lindsey, a human teacher with trouble saying no, finds herself an unwitting roommate to the strange man who literally fell into her life. She knows something is off with him, but can’t bring herself to kick out a man who can’t even remember how he almost died.

 This is chapter 2 of my Demon!Kyoya fic! 

[kisabro]

Kyouya x m!reader

Trope- arranged marriage, not so slow slow burn, GAY

Pt.1

It was around 4 when Y/n woke up. It wasn't due to restlessness or insomnia. Just a nightmare. Dreams/nightmares didn't occur offten, Y/n was surprised he got one. And even more surprised how graphic it was. Probably due to his nervousness. After all, he's meeting his fiance today and getting married.

Y/n had a big fear of dogs. So what's more fun to dream about than getting ripped apart by them. He no longer could sleep. Staying in bed would be useless. Not like it was cold, the heater in the house took care of that. Tho. Going outside maybe beneficial.

Beneficial meaning. Going throw drawers in his father's office to find a pack of cigarettes and taking one.

The cold air hit his face as he stepped onto the balcony. He looked at the horizon in boredom as he took an inhale of the poison stick. The city was already in light. Ads, billboards, cars, markets. The city never slept. It made a nice view, tho he felt sorry for the person who's gonna be paying the electric bill.

"Y/n." "*cough* fuck. Shit.. *cought*... morning... *cough." "What I'd tell you about stealing my stuff." "Yeah sorry..." "we leave at 6. Get ready, take a shower and what not. Try to look presentable." "Yeah got it."

That wasn't the morning greeting he expected. Should he be disappointed or happy, his father was the neglectful type. After finishing his cig, he put it out using the damp raining. It had been pooring yesterday, and from how the sky was covered in clouds of grey, it's gonna rain today as well.

6am sharp, they left the house. But even then, the roads were filled with cars. It gave Y/n some time to catch up on missed sleep. What made it better was that, due to the nature of the car, it was two uncomfortable to fall into a deep sleep. Making it impossible for nightmares to taunt him again. At least for now.

Few traffic jams later, and they arrived at the Ootori estate. The house looked how he expected it to look like. Doctors tend to go for houses that look like hospitals.

"Be polite, and try not to say something stupid." "So keep my mouth shut. Got it." "Yeah just stay quiet."

"You must be L/n. Ms. Yoshio is right this way." "Yes thank you."

The house smelled nice. Looked clean as well. But clean in a way that made the house look like it was for sale, not lived in. Wasn't his business, but they could leave a few things lying around. Maybe clothes, a pen, something colourful to lively the place.

The meet and greet took place in the living room. A guy and a guy with a guy sat on the couch patiently. Once they saw Y/n and his father step in the room, they stood up to greet the two. One was the accountant, and the two others, his soon to be family.

"Morning you two. Hope you had a safe ride here." "Yes, of course. Thanks for having us." "Yes. Sit down let's get this started."

There was a lot of talking that Y/n ignored. He just signed his name, pretending to look over the documents. Like he'd understand anything. He got that his fiance's name was Kyouya. He seemed very disinterested. The two shared a glance or two, but in all, they both spaced out.

He didn't understand why they couldn't walk around the house. Maybe he could have a tour of the place he's gonna live in for the next 30 years or so, then move out when one of them finds a mistress and get a divorce.

"Alright everything is set and done. Except one thing. Who's taking whis last name?" "I'll take his." "Alright then. Y/n Ootori, Kyouya ootori. You are now officially married."

The accountant said pleased, a box got gived to the both of them containing rings. To be fair, they did look nice. Only wished it wasn't so eye-catching.

"Me and Ms. Yoshio have some other stuff to settle. Here's my card go get lunch, get to know each other."

Y/n took it, and once they exited the living room, it was an awkward silence. Only their father's voices filled the space. Y/n still held the black card his father gave him.

"Are you hungry?" "No not really." "Is there somewhere you want to go? Shopping? Movie? Idk what else." "I have some work to do. Excuse I'll be in my room."

Great. Left alone in a strangers house. What now... he walked around aimlessly. It had started pooring outside. It didn't make him feel much better, but at least there wasn't silence. After a while, he did find Kyouya's room. Without much thought, he entered the room.

"Mmm? Oh it's you. Thought you would have taken a taxi home by now." "Not the nicest person you are." "I have nothing to gain from being nicest to you."

Y/n walked around the room, admiring it before stopping at the table where Kyouya sat. "What you typing...." "work." "What kind." "None of youre business."

He rolled his eyes and continued to observe Kyouya. He was doing some form of payments. "Host club.... so you're the owner of a club. I see." "Co-owner." "Right.... is that why you're so.... moody." "Would be nice if someone helped out with the work, but I don't trust those idiots enough." "Not what I ment. You're a co-owner. Are you mad you didn't get to marry your... person who every it is." "No I don't care who I marry." "Oh so you would have treated me like this no matter what. Got it." "Good. Now stay quiet if you insist on being in my room."

Y/n layed behind him. Since Kyouya was sitting on the floor with the couch behind him, it gave a great view of his screen to Y/n.

(Reference)

He stayed quite in fear of angering his.... husband on the first day. But still, he grew board. He wouldn't try to sleep nightmares could come back. So he thought of a way of entering himself.

"....what are you doing..." "Something wrong? I'm stayed quiet as you asked." "....stop messing with my hair as well." "Finneee. No hair."

"....stop touching my clothes as well, it's distracting."

"Don't do that either! Can't you stay still! Take a nap or something." "I'm not sleeping till my body makes me." "And whys that." "Nightmaressss~" "What are you a child?" "Hey! Reason's why the bogy man and what not aren't scary is because there fictional. Getting eaten by dogs can happen to anyone!" "Eaten by dogs really?" "Yeah... they tear you from lim to lim till you bleed out.. and ble you're dead." "....God you're a moron." "It's a reasonable fear!" "Sure."

Y/n kept messing around with him. This time, Kyouya ignored him fully. He flicked his hair and trained the stich lines of his clothes. And what not. Twirling Kyouyas hair around his finger, he could feel lightheaded. Slowly but surely, he slipped into sleep. Kyouya noticed the sudden lack of touch and turned his head to be met with a sleeping y/n.

Somehow when Y/n father came to get him since they were leaving he was covered in a warm blanket.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Round 1 Matchups!

Side A

L Lawliet (Death Note) VS Muichirou Tokito (Demon Slayer)

Gohan (Dragon Ball Z) VS Kiibo/K1-B0 Idabashi (Danganronpa)

Haruka Sakurai (Milgram) VS Seishirou Nagi (Blue Lock)

Satoru Gojou (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Umetarou Nozaki (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun) VS Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club)

Gin Gagamaru (Blue Lock) VS Taisei Yoshida (Assassination Classroom)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom) VS Souichi Tanuma (Those Snow White Notes)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Tenma Matsukaze (Inazuma Eleven)

Shouto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) VS Sunny (Omori)

Broly (Dragon Ball Super) VS Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Yu Narukami/Souji Seta (Persona 4) VS Sechs (XBlaze)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa) VS Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Nate River/Near (Death Note) VS Kyouya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

Mash Burnedead (Mashle: Magic and Muscles) VS Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kabuto Yakushi (Naruto)

Lan Wangji (Mo Dao Zu Shi) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

James (Pokémon) VS Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Yuusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5) VS Tsubasa Yuunagi (Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure)

Hitoshi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls) VS Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Mikazuki Augus (Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans) VS Wakatoshi Ushijima (Haikyuu!!)

Homare Arisugawa (A3!) VS Kamille Bidan (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam)

Subaru Mikazuki (My Roommate is a Cat) VS Atsushi Murasakibara (Kuroko no Basket)

Tanaka (Tanaka-kun is Always Listless) VS Natural Harmonia Gropius (Pokémon)

Haru (Tsuritama) VS Giorno Giovanna (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Touma Akechi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Trafalgar D. Water Law (One Piece)

Lotte “Roy” Carmine (BlazBlue) VS Gon Freecss (Hunter x Hunter)

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Senkuu Ishigami (Dr. Stone)

Ash Ketchum (Pokémon) VS Mafuyu Satou (Given)

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) VS Shichirou Balam (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Shintarou Kisaragi (Kagerou Project) VS Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Toshinari Seki (Tonari no Seki-kun) VS Takashi Natsume (Natsume’s Book of Friends)

Side B

Haruka Nanase (Free!) VS Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai)

Takeo Gouda (My Love Story!!) VS Karna (Fate)

Shintarou Midorima (Kuroko no Basket) VS Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece) VS Junpei Tenmyouji (Zero Escape)

Sig (Puyo Puyo) VS Kanata Shinkai (Ensemble Stars)

Kyoujurou Rengoku (Demon Slayer) VS Yugi Mutou (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Legoshi (Beastars) VS Gaien "Enkidu" Enkidou (Under Night In-birth)

Doppo Kunikida (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Hiroshi Odokawa (Odd Taxi)

Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Katsuya Serizawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) VS Haruhito Yano (Odd Taxi)

Yotasuke Takahashi (Blue Period) VS Manjirou "Mikey" Sano (Tokyo Revengers)

Kyouya Onodera (Talentless Nana) VS Misumi Ikaruga (A3!)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS Shu Itsuki (Ensemble Stars)

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock) VS Ren Mihashi (Big Windup!)

Ranpo Edogawa (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Kaito (Vocaloid)

Zero (Puyo Puyo) VS Masayoshi Hazama (Samurai Flamenco)

Genos (One Punch Man) VS Jotaro Kujo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Vivia Twilight (Master Detective Archives: Raincode) VS Sora Harukawa (Ensemble Stars)

Satori Tendou (Haikyuu!!) VS Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic X)

Houtarou Oreki (Hyouka) VS Kabane Kusaka (Kemono Jihen)

Ghiaccio (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia)

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland) VS Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko no Basket)

Kensuke Aida (Neon Genesis Evangelion) VS Goku (Dragon Ball)

Shinichi Kudou/Conan Edogawa (Detective Conan) VS Toya Aoyagi (Project Sekai)

Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) VS Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die)

Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3)

Xiao (Genshin Impact) VS Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

Souya "Angry" Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Sabro Sabnock (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney) VS Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!!)

Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter) VS Saitama (One Punch Man)

Sol Badguy (Guilty Gear) VS Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

Subaru Natsuki (Re: Zero) VS Yusei Fudo (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds)

[subwonwooagenda]

Hi! Could I request smut Tamaki Such, Kyouya and one of the Hitachiin brothers (you can choose which one!) Reacting to their girlfriend try out a lingerie for the first time? Like, they kinda caught her trying it out and went wild?

Also, how are you? How have you been? I hope you have a lovely day/night and take care!!

Pretty Girl

Fem!Reader X Tamaki Suoh, Fem!Reader X Kyoya Ootori, Fem!Reader X Kaoru Hitachiin

I’m so late to write this but I’m going to do one at a time cause I love all these boys lol

Masterlist

Kyoya Ver.

Warnings: not full smuts. Tamaki’s: Oral(Fem Receiving), fingering, Tamaki speaks to reader in French, use of the word pussy, squirting.

I don’t speak French so if it’s wrong please blame google translate I will put translations 🥹 thank you for requesting!

When Tamaki returned home that evening, he wasn’t expecting the wonderful sight he met.

You didn’t hear him, too caught up in looking at yourself in the mirror of your shared room, trying to determine if the lingerie you bought while out with Haruhi and Renge looked good on you. You all but jumped out of your skin when he opened the door, not bothering to hide yourself.

“Mon amour*, im home!” He announced before he looked at you, eyes widening and face instantly reddening. You stood there, displaying yourself to him, fingers messing with the lace on your thighs in nervousness.

“What is this?” He asked softly, smiling at you encouragingly as he closed the door to your room. You shrugged, turning back to the mirror to avoid having to look at him. He, of course, didn’t like this, moving to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder to look at you in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, mon amour? Do you not think so?” He asked you. You thought for a bit and gave him another shrug. Some days you thought you looked beautiful but some days your brain won’t the battle and told you that you didn’t.

Tamaki sighed, pressing a kiss to your neck, running his lips up and down your throat. You whimpered softly, tilting your head to give him more access. He turns you to face him, kissing your lips as he walks you back towards the bed, “I guess I have to remind you, yet again, what I see.” He says before laying you down.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be self conscious, not when he was looking at you laid below him like you were everything he wanted. He leaned down, kissing in the valley between your breasts, his hands reaching up to run over your mounds, smirking softly at the gasp you let out when his fingers brushed over your nipples.

“So sensitive. Si Beau.*” He said, tugging the top of your lace bra down to expose your nipples to the air. He moaned as he wrapped his lip around your right nipple, sucking and nibbling gently as his fingers pinched and pulled at your other. You closed your eyes, arching into his touch as you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, rocking your hips up against his clothed pelvis.

He chuckled as he pulled away, trailing his kisses down your stomach, pausing at the waistband of your panties. He ran his hands down over your thigh highs, pushing your thighs up so your legs were bent. He situated himself so his face was infront of your soaked pussy, moaning deeply as he licks the wet patch on your panties, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of your arousal.

“P-Please, Tama..” you whispered, trying to rock your hips up into his face, chasing any form of him you could get. He smiled up at you, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down. He let them fall of your ankle before spreading your legs for him again.

You let out a gasp as he ran his tongue over your folds, one of his hands lifting up to play with your breasts. He groaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking slightly before moving his attention on your hole. He circled his tongue around it before working his way into you, moaning as you rocked your hips against his face.

“Tu es putain de délicieux.*” He mumbled as he pulled off of you for a second. He placed your legs on his shoulders, using his free hand to run a finger up and down your soaked folds before slipping his finger inside you slowly.

“That’s it baby, good girl.” He whispers to you, watching as you propped yourself up on your elbows, arching your back so beautifully. He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking on it as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, adding a second and a third one after a little bit.

“Keep your eyes on that mirror, love, or I’ll stop. You’re gonna watch me unravel you.” He said as your head fell back. “You’re gonna watch how beautiful you look cumming on my fingers.” He says, picking up the pace of his fingers, spreading them around inside you.

You blinked your eyes open, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, what you saw was a sight. You boyfriend on his knees at the foot of the bed, in between your thighs as your legs hung off his shoulders, your chest and stomach littered in love bites, face flushed and hair sticking to the sweat on your skin. You looked, dare you say it, beautiful.

You moaned loudly, not caring much on volume, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror. Tamaki constantly praised you, alternating between sucking your clit and stuffing his tongue in with his fingers. You could feel that little build up in your stomach begin to tighten, Tamaki knew it too, noticing the way your warm walls clenched around his fingers.

“You taste so good, baby. You look even better.” He said, sucking marks into the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. You placed one of your hands in his hair, tugging gently at the strands. “Fuck, Tamaki…I’m so close.” You moaned out to him, feeling his fingers press on that lovely spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He nodded his head, “Go on, mon amour, cum for me.” He said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching as you screamed, that knot finally unraveling as you let go, squirting all over his fingers and mouth, soaking him from his mouth to his chest. He moaned deeply, continuing his pace with his fingers until he felt you push on his head, whimpering and twitching as the overstimulation set in.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out, moving to crawl on top of you, he kissed you deeply, moving your thighs to wrap around his waist as he brought you back down from your high. He whispered sweet nothings to you in between kisses until your eyes focused back on him, “There she is.” He says, holding you close to him.

“Ready for more?”

*mon amour - My love

*Si Beau - So beautiful

*Tu es putain de délicieux - You are fucking delicious

[skyborneveggie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

(I was not tagged, but I saw @rose-of-pollux post this form a few weeks ago & it looked fun)

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 38 works under my username on ao3. I also have 17 anon-ed fics from a fandom I no longer wish to associate with, and a handful of fics on ff.net that I didn't like enough to transfer to ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 29,645 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now only feeling inspired to write for The Man from UNCLE TV show. Though I did post a Good Omens fic this year, & I could probably persuade myself to write another oneshot or two for that.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Idyllism (2016) [Rory & 11th Doctor; Gen but pairings if you like]

The Falliable Pillar (2016) [Onesided Kyouya Ootori/Tamaki Suoh]

1991 (2019) [Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo]

Child's Play (2018) [FrostIron; unfinished & probably will remain so]

Me Paenitet (2011) [Onesided Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood, Onesided Astoria Greengras/Draco Malfoy]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do always try to thank the person for reading. I usually only forget if it's a comment on a very old fic.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is extremely hard for me to answer. Out of the 50+ fics I've written, probably only 5 of them are not angst. My Good Omens fic Aeternum has the most gutting descriptions, but I have always felt that the absolute sucker punch at the end of Provocation (X/1999) hurt the most to write, & to reread.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh undoubtedly my MFU contemporary High School AU, The Puzzle.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have never gotten hate, but I have gotten backhanded compliments that I personally find hilarious. I made a post about it before here.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I... have attempted to write smut, but I don't think I necessarily succeeded. I have written several sex scenes with undetailed descriptions, and the one time I did attempt to be explicit the comments and I both agree that it came out sounding rather clinical. So I dunno if either of those situations really count.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written several crossovers, but I wouldn't consider any of them crazy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so, I don't think any of my fics have ever gotten popular enough for anyone to want to steal haha.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I used to translate my own fics into Spanish wayyy back when I first started writing, but I haven't done that in ages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but it sounds like fun! Would love to give it a shot some day.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin. I am like Smeagol; I'm "interested in roots and beginnings." And how much closer to the root of contemporary fandom can you get, than with these two silly beans?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would love to finish my 2019 Good Omens fic Temporalia because I think there are some good ideas & beautiful passages in there. The problem is that my interpretation of the characters has changed, & is no longer consistent with some of the details I wrote back then. I'd also like to complete my 2018 FrostIron fic someday, just for the sake of finishing it. It was entirely plotted when I quit on it, and I still have all my notes.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I am good at writing turmoil, inner confusion, and despair. I try to wring every ounce of angst out of descriptions, letting the character's distress color their perception of their environment, and I think I'm pretty decent at it. I also think I'm pretty good at expressing complex emotions without being too direct, though sometimes I worry that I'm too indirect & that I'll leave readers confused.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT, I am extremely impatient when writing scenes where things actually happen. Also dialogue, I always feel that my dialogue either just does not sound realistic, or does not sound like the characters.

Another huge writing weakness is that I am incapable of writing anything longer than short story length, & have abandoned every attempt at a longfic after the 2nd chapter.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done this in the past for characters who canonically do this. I know it is standard practice to italicize all foreign language words when writing, but I personally find this VERY jarring. I generally leave foreign dialogue unitalicized & formatted indistinguishably from the primary language dialogue. But I think I may be the only one with this pet peeve, because I have received a few complaints about my lack of italicization from readers.

I could go way more in depth as to why the italics on foreign words annoy me, but I don't think anyone would be interested in hearing that rant 😂

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. It was 2008. That fic has been scrubbed from the internet lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Provocation (X/1999). It was the one and only time I'd ever written something and then thought "Ah. Yes. This is an absolutely perfect execution of my vision."

Tagging @theniftycat, @tenok, & @lunetta-suzie-jewel if you like, or anyone else who wants to do this. (@andorianimpostor I'm not sure if you write fic or not, but I thought I'd tag you in case you do)

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Book of Oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mp1kqHh

by nag1t0

Just a random book of oneshots from many fandoms. Feel free to request any ships Fandoms: OHSHC DDLC Project Sekai TBHK Danganronpa DR fangames MCYT OC's Character x reader(the reader is non-binary or gender fluid)

Words: 690, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Danganronpa, superdanganronpaanother2, projectsekai, ddlc, Toiletboundhanakokun, Minecraft (Video Game), mcyt, Oneshots - Fandom, Romance - Fandom, fluff - Fandom, Angst - Fandom, Death - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Other

Characters: Otori Teruya, Sannoji Mikado, Yomiuri Nikei, Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyouya, Azusawa Kohane, Kamishiro Rui, Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!)

Relationships: Otori Teruya/Yomiuri Nikei, Hashimoto Shobai/Otori Teruya, Otori Teruya/Sannoji Mikado, Sannoji Mikado/Yomiuri Nikei, Chiebukuro Setsuka/Yomiuri Nikei, Ootori Kyouya/Suoh Tamaki, Fujioka Haruhi/Suoh Tamaki, Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa, Azusawa Kohane/Shiraishi An, Hanako | Yugi Amane/Yashiro Nene, Minamoto Kou & Yashiro Nene, Minamoto Kou/Mitsuba Sousuke, Monika/Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Grian - Relationship, GoodTimesWithScar - Relationship, Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995, Maeda Yuki/Sora

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Comfort/Angst, BL

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mp1kqHh

[ky0raku]

FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

ANIME & MANGA

DISCLAIMER: None of the post on this blog are my own. This blog purely exist to support and save my favorite fanfics. Please go to the original poster and support them.

001. A Sign of Affection ➤ Itsuomi Nagi | Kyouya Nagi | Oushi Ashioki | Shin Iryuu

002. Attack on Titan

003. Berserk ➤ Guts | Griffith

004. Black Butler

005. Black Clover

006. Bleach

007. Blue Lock

008. Bungou Stray Dogs

009. Chainsaw Man ➤ Aki Hayakawa | Kishibe

010. Death Note ➤ L Lawliet | Light Yagami

011. Demon Slayer ➤ Kyojuro Rengoku | Shinjuro Rengoku | Tengen Uzui (+ wives)

012. Dr. Stone ➤ Gen Asagiri | Hyoga | Ryuusui Nanami

013. Fairy Tail

014. Fire Force ➤ Akitaru Obi | Benimaru Shinmon | Leonard Burns

015. Fullmetal Alchemist ➤ Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | Scar

016. Haikyuu!!

017. Hell’s Paradise ➤ Eizen | Shugen

018. Hellsing ➤ Alucard

019. Howl's Moving Castle ➤ Howl

020. Hunter x Hunter

021. Inuyasha ➤ Sesshomaru

022. Jujutsu Kaisen

023. Kaiju No. 8

024. Kuroko's Basketball

025. Maid-sama ➤ Takumi Usui

026. Mononoke ➤ Kusuriuri

027. My Happy Marriage ➤ Kiyoka Kudou

028. My Hero Academia ➤ Shouta Aizawa

029. Naruto

030. Noragami ➤ Bishamon | Yato ➤ Shinki Reader

031. One Piece

032. One Punch Man ➤ Genos | Saitama

033. Ouran High School Host Club ➤ Kyoya Ootori | Takashi Morinozuka | Tamaki Suoh

034. Sk8 the Infinity ➤ Cherry Blossom | Joe

035. Soul Eater ➤ Franken Stein | Spirit Albarn

036. Spy x Family ➤ Loid Forger | Yor Forger

037. The Apothecary Diaries ➤ Jinshi

038. The Case Study of Vanitas ➤ Noé Archiviste | Vanitas

039. Tokyo Revengers ➤ Ryuguji “Draken” Ken

040. Yu-Gi-Oh! ➤ Seto Kaiba

[see-the-fandom-imagines]

What’s in it for me?

Chapter 8

Chapter 1     Masterlist

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines   Warnings: Kyouya in a bad mood, other than that mostly cute fluff, filler Author’s Note: I hope you will like it! One tiny question: I have been thinking about uploading this same fic with a few changes that would be required, but using male pronouns. I feel like our male readers get too little attention every once in a while, so let me know in case anyone would actually be interested in reading this with male pronouns! Tag List: @radical-bunny, @redsakura101​, @ellouisa17​

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46325452/chapters/116633701

The next morning you awoke early. You needed a moment to realise where you were, but Haruhi’s steady breathing soon reminded you of everything that happened the day before. You groaned and stretched, before carefully sitting up. Bright sun light shone through the curtains, so you decided you might as well should get up and make some breakfast. You owed everyone as much for scaring them like you did. Quietly you walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror you noticed that your eyes were still a little puffy from crying, but that was nothing that a little cold water couldn’t save. You brushed your teeth and quickly washed your face, before slipping into your everyday clothes and sneaking downstairs. No one was there yet, and you enjoyed the short moment of calmness, a rare occasion when being anywhere with the host club. You had to admit you probably were relaxed for the first time in weeks, although you knew you also had to thank the six boys for that who were still sleeping upstairs. Silently you checked the fridge and the pantry for food and you actually found almost all of the basics – eggs, rice, flour, sugar … You could work with that. You had just finished heating the pan, when you heard steps coming down the stairs into the kitchen. You turned around to see who it was, after you had poured the first load of dough into the pan. “Mori-Senpai”, you greeted. “Good morning!” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “Good morning.” He stepped closer to see what you were doing. “I am making breakfast, I thought it was the least thing I could do after … after yesterday.” You carefully flipped the pancake, before turning towards him, as you noticed something. “I never really thanked you properly, but… well, thank you. Really.” You looked him in the eyes. “For saving my life. And everything in general, too.” You bowed down as deeply as you could without falling to your knees. He was quiet for a while, but then you felt the weight of his hand on your head as he ruffled your hair. Surprised you looked up into his smiling face. You knew this was his way of saying that it was alright. You smiled up at him. “If you want to you can sit down, I’ll bring the breakfast out in a bit.” “Let me help you.” “But…”, you started but he shook his head. “Please.” You chuckled and gave in. If he said he wanted to help, that’s what he wanted to do. You always enjoyed Mori’s simplicity in this regard. “Alright! You can make some pancakes if you want to? They’re mostly for Honey-senpai and the twins whenever they wake up!” Mori nodded and took the spatula from you. The rest of the morning was spend in a comfortable silence, only interrupted by you giving Mori some cooking tips and asking which vegetables and leftovers he wanted in the soup.

Proudly, Mori showed you the big stack of pancakes he had just made, and you gave him a thumbs up. “Amazing! Now we just have to wait for …” “I smell pancakes!” You almost flinched as you heard the older hosts voice behind you. When did he get up? Had he been awake this whole time? Slowly you turned around, looking into his happy face. “We made some for breakfast, I had a feeling you’d like them”, you said, trying not to be freaked out by his weird sense of smell for sweets. “Yay!”, he proclaimed, “Let’s set the table, so we can eat!” You nodded and handed Honey a stack of plates, when suddenly Mori stepped in front of you, grabbing your chin with one hand and lifting your head to look at him. You felt the heat creep onto your cheeks at his touch. “M-Mori-senpai”, you stammered, but then he lifted his other hand and gently wiped something of your face with his thumb. His fingers felt warm on your face and his touch was soft. A lot softer than how Kyouya had touched you yesterday. With wide eyes you stared up at him. “Flour”, he explained and immediately you understood and relaxed your shoulders again. “Oh”, you said, but before you could react any further, two very well-known voices appeared next to you. “Hey hey, are we interrupting something?” Immediately, Mori let go of your face as if he had been burnt by it. Hikaru appeared next to his brother. “Is there a secret kitchen party and we haven’t been invited?” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, huge kitchen party, too bad, you’re late.” “Hey”, Kaoru started poking your cheek. “That’s mean”, Hikaru said, poking the other one. “You know me”, you shrugged, “mean to the core.” “Have you made breakfast?”, they realized at the same time. “Yes.” “But why? “Yeah, there’s maids for that.” “Well, there are no maids here as you can see.” “Well, then there’s delivery”, Hikaru shrugged, and you waited for Kaoru’s response but instead he smiled down at you. “Thanks.” Hikaru sent him an irritated gaze, but you beamed up at him. “You’re welcome, now go, go, set the table if you want to eat!” “Do we have to?”, they groaned in unison, but a raised eyebrow from you was enough to get them to move. You shook your head, watching your friends set the table and a weird sense of security and happiness washed over you. It weirdly felt like home. Just… safe. Although a few people were still missing. Smiling at the view, you saw Tamaki and Haruhi walk down the stairs, bickering again, but stopping as they saw the almost fully set breakfast table. “(Y/n) have you done all this?”, Tamaki asked, but you shook your head. “I had some help." You smiled at Mori. “You could have woken me up, I would have helped”, Haruhi protested, but you shushed her quickly. “That’s exactly, why I didn’t wake you! You deserved some rest.” You looked around. “Well, Kyouya-senpai is still missing.” You checked your watch. “I better go wake him up.” Suddenly you felt the gaze of all the hosts on you. “Better don’t do that”, Hikaru said. “Not if you want to live”, Kaoru finished. “What do you mean?” “Kyouya has the blood type AB”, Tamaki explained, but you still were a little confused. “So?” “Kyouya really doesn’t like to be woken up”, Honey said, while already stuffing his face with his first pancake. “You are not the one to talk”, Mori solely commented on his cousin’s utterance, but since you also could not really place this, you just sighed. “Ah, come on, guys, it can’t be that bad … right?” “Try it at your own risk”, the twins said, shrugging, while already sitting down at the breakfast table and you gulped. “Well, I think he is going to be angrier, if we let him sleep and we miss our car back, so I guess I’ll… try my best.” But you had barely finished the sentence, when you were already beginning to doubt your idea.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs and turned to the left where you knew Kyouya's room was located. You knocked carefully, but didn’t get a reply. You knocked again. Still nothing. You gulped heavily and decided to go in. Once you had stepped inside your eyes needed a moment to adjust to the darkness and suddenly you weren’t so sure anymore of what you were doing here. You had entered Kyouya’s room without his permission, to wake him up, also without his permission. Even morning people would have every right to be pissed at you and he apparently was the complete opposite of a morning person. Biting your lip you questioned why you were here again and thought about simply turning around, it was not too late to just leave again, but then you remembered the feeling of seeing everybody help out in the kitchen. And how happy that had made you. And how much you had noticed Kyouya’s absence in this moment. A part of you really wanted him to be part of this memory. Maybe it was foolish, but now that you were already inside his room you decided there was no going back. You took a deep breath, and carefully stepped closer to his bed. You looked at his sleeping face and couldn’t help but notice how relaxed he looked. You smiled a little to yourself. His hair was messy from sleep and he seemed unusually relaxed. He was always so composed, seeing him in this state was highly unusual, but you had to admit that you liked it. The messy hair was weirdly attractive. You swalled down the lump in your throat and knelt down beside him. “Kyouya-senpai”, you whispered, but he still didn’t move. “Kyouya-senpai”, you tried again, this time a bit louder. You sighed. This was not working. You stood back up again, and carefully moved his shoulder. “Kyouya-sen…” But this was as far as you got, for in the next second you felt Kyouya’s grip on your wrist that had just tried to shake him awake. The sudden pull of his touch made you fall over. Your upper body collided with his and your faces were just inches apart from each other as you now stared into his eyes. The usual brown-greyish colour had turned black and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he looked at you. “First you won’t let me sleep and now you wake me early in the morning?” His voice was ice cold. Wait, not let him sleep, what have you …Oh no, you must have woken him up last night with your crying. Immediately your face went bright red, thinking that he had heard your absolute breakdown. Your mouth went dry and your thoughts went blank. How much had he heard? Had he heard you cry? Had he heard anything at all? You felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. You felt his chest moving with his chest against yours, his fingers burning into your wrist and you were way too aware of the warmth radiating from him. You tried to think of something to say, anything. You wanted to apologize for waking him both yesterday and today, but you realized you were close enough to smell the faint scent of cedar and lavender that always seemed to surround him and it clouded your thoughts. All you could perceive was the warmth of his skin against yours and how close his face was. This was getting really weird, you had to say something, anything to make this better. Just apologise, (y/n), apolo … “I made breakfast.” You slapped yourself internally, but nothing else would come over your lips. You swallowed hard and looked down at him. His eyes seemed to regain a bit of colour, although, he had still gripped your wrist tightly and seemed slightly murderous. “You… made breakfast?”, he asked back. “Yeah.” “…” “…” “You wake me up ... to tell me you made breakfast.” “Yeah.” He seemed to think for a second, before you could feel his chest begin to vibrate with a low chuckle. “You made breakfast”, he repeated again and finally let go of your wrist. Right away you scrambled back up to your feet, although you were immediately missing the warmth. Kyouya sat up and looked at you. It was impossible for you to guess what he was thinking. He still radiated a slight murderous spirit, but at least he didn’t seem like he wanted to decapitate you on the spot anymore. “I’ll be right down.”

Trying to steady your breath you made your way back down the stairs, your legs a little wobbly from the second close call with death in the last two days and only now noticed that all the other hosts, including Haruhi had gathered at the foot of the staircase, looking up at you expectantly. Before you could react, you found yourself in Tamaki’s embrace. “Oh, (y/n), you can’t imagine how glad we are that you are alive and well!” You blinked a few times. It had been scary, but now he was overdoing it. “I am fine”, you tried to get out between him squeezing you, and it took the help of both twins to peel him away from you. “You don’t look fine”, they observed and you realized, that you probably still were blushing quite heavily. They seemed to mistake it for fear. “No worries, (y/n)-chan! You’re safe now!”, Honey assured you with a serious gaze. “And now sit down and have breakfast with us! A few pancakes will help you get better!”

It didn’t take long for Kyouya to come downstairs, neatly dressed and styled as always. It was as if he was a completely different person. “Good morning”, he wished everyone at the table and they responded. “Good morning, (y/n)”, he said to you in particular, his voice cold, and you knew he was still mad at you for waking him up. “Good morning”, you mumbled back. You had just gotten up to get Honey a few more pancakes, and immediately made your way back into the kitchen to grab another bowl of rice, a miso soup and some of the fish from yesterday you had been frying up again. You placed them one by one in front of Kyouya who looked at you with an unreadable gaze. “I said I made breakfast”, you mumbled, and shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “And I remember you once said you don’t really like sweet stuff, so I made something savory, too.” Kyouya didn’t reply and you didn’t dare to look into his face so you made your way back to your seat to finish your own breakfast. You tried to ignore him, but somehow you caught your gaze wandering back towards him, eyeing the food in front of him suspiciously. You knew it tasted fine, you had had some yourself and Mori had also told you it’s delicious, so you weren’t sure why you were so worried about what Kyouya might think about it. You chewed on a bite of rice, and acted as if you were listening to something Haruhi was telling you, but actually you were watching the dark-haired host from the corner of your eyes, curious about how he'd react. You watched him separate a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. He halted for a second and looked at you, almost surprised. Your gaze met his for a second, but he immediately averted his gaze and focused it on the food again. You had to turn back to Haruhi, so that she wouldn’t realize that you hadn’t been listening to a word she said, but you could have sworn that you had seen a small smirk on Kyouya’s face, as he took a second bite and somehow this made you irrationally happy.

Kyouya for his share did not remember when he had last eaten a homecooked meal like that. Trying to show as little emotion as possible, he nonetheless gladly realized that she seemed to be feeling better. A small smile played on her lips now and he watched her talk and laugh with the other hosts. That sight might have even been worth getting woken up for. Might.

[morinuu]

commoner trouble

kyouya x fem!reader (1k words)

black locks fell on kyouya's set of charcoal orbs, his monolids hidden behind his glasses from the angle you were sitting. the couch began to feel uncomfortable, as if something were calling you to stand up and gently take his glasses in your hands, caressing his hair and letting him rest his head on your chest.

his eyes would finally relax and his body would ease in your arms as he'd take deep breaths to finally let go of all the stress that managing a host club and his studies brought him.

he'd sigh and relieve his eyes for a couple of minutes while you caressed him, before inevitably having to end his break and return to work.

he would. in your fantasies.

you sat in the host club's purple couch, uncomfortably staring at your classmate who was writing something on his laptop on a desk not too far away from the rest of the hosts. this was your routine.

you'd go to the club after classes, sit there for some minutes, waiting and waiting for your turn to try and make an appointment, but there was always some type of shitty excuse from the man.

"our hosts have different price ranges, you wouldn't be able to afford an appointment with me, ms. y/n." you didn't ask how he knew of your financial matters.

"i'm afraid we're all booked the entire week." his voice echoed almost void of all emotion, before he turned to another girl who wanted to re-schedule with a smile on his face.

"our prices went up this week." they hadn't, but you wouldn't know since he never actually told you the prices at all.

one stupid excuse after another and another - and you finally stopped looking for a logical explanation for his hostility. 'it's fine, you'll get your turn one day.' you told yourself each time.

you didn't ask for much really, just an appointment with ootori kyouya like every other client of his. but you hadn't considered the difference between you and them - class.

in all honestly, at first, kyouya had been indifferent to the new honour student of ouran, until he found her staring at him shamelessly throughout their classes together. he figured she'd stop soon, probably just fascinated by his looks.

but it's been four months and you won't give up.

it's not like you're harassing him. you keep your distance in class as not to make others notice, you don't ask for his help in subjects where you could seriously use it - mainly german - and you don't approach him during lunch either.

just at the host club, where you were allowed to ask for his attention as long as you paid a fee. it wasn't unfair or a difficult request, just some tea and a conversation would quench your thirst to talk to the man, to actually engage in an intelligent conversation with him.

but alas, not only did your wallet have limitations, so did kyouya's patience.

he found you... unsophisticated. vulgar, maybe improper?

he didn't express his distaste for your clothes, which were trying to replicate a male ouran school dress code since you didn't even own a yellow dress. your black trousers and white dress shirt barely looked like they were of similiar material, because they weren't. your worn out sneakers hurt his eyes when they stood out against all the neat and polished pointy dress shoes of every other student.

to his elegant and privileged world respective, you were nothing but a pitiful woman, treated like charity by the school so the public can say 'the suoh family cares for the sad common folk!'

he didn't even stop to consider how similiar you could've been to haruhi, because haruhi - as much as he refused to admit it - was a dear friend. she was nothing like you, surely. she wasn't unkept, she was always groomed and wore the uniform that she'd been given.

no, your eyes from across the room looked nothing like haruhi's. yours expressed pure admiration for a man who never bothered to say hello unless he had to.

but he'd warmed up to the other commoner, so you two must live differently.

because your neighbourhood is much sketchier than the quiet area the fujioka's lived in. your clothes are much more worn out than haruhi's, much more washed too.

but it's not like you're apart of the club or their clientele (that one's because of him) so he can't check on your life much. it's not like he cares to check either, you're just unpleasant and he blames it on your wallet. surely that's what's ticking him off.

the minutes were passing and he knew he'd have to stand up and kick you out once more, like every day you came by the club. only this time, just as he raised his head to look at you and approach you again, you'd already started walking to the exit.

what? how come?

it didn't matter, you left on your own. maybe it was a sign that after four whole months you'd stop requesting him. he turned his attention back to his laptop, not wanting to go through the trouble to check if you were really gone.

until a couple minutes later he saw a hand slam down on his small table, with some 10,000 yen bills below the hand's fingers. his gorgeous, wide, gentle, doe-like perplexed eyes found yours in a matter of seconds and his breath hitched at your determined facial expression.

"i'd like to book an appointment for ootori kyouya this thursday." you muttered a bit nervously, as if you hadn't quoted the same line over and over since the beginning of the school year.

just as he want to reject you, you pointed to the money on the table. "it's enough. i know it is. and i know you're free." your tongue played in your mouth and you looked away, intimidated by the eye contact.

he didn't know how hard you'd worked just to save up barely enough money for an appointment. how hard you tried to keep up with your studies, your exploitative part time job and your housing bills. you were embarrassed at how desperate you were just for simple chat, but it didn't matter.

because kyouya ootori had finally accepted a 35 minute appointment with y/n l/n, and you couldn't be happier.

divider by @saradika

[canonconspiracy]

Nothing To Gain, Unless... (Kyouya Ootori x Fem!Host!Reader)

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21​

Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Fem!Host!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence, suggestive situation, AU where Reader is the one that stirs up issues at the beach (Episode 8 basis if I’m remembering correctly).  This one is INCREDIBLY old, but I wanted to finally get it out of my Google Docs.  Tumblr Exclusive.  As are all my one-shots, this is college aged AU! WC: 1321

"Senpai?" You questioned curiously, peeking into the relatively extravagant white room of the beach house.  You could feel a hint of shame about you, knowing that the others had been worried.  Even though you had not felt at the time that you did anything overly wrong, three men were too much for you to fight off on your own.  The women you were attempting to protect just ended up scared, confused, and saw you in such a vulnerable state, while you ended up with a black eye.  

As your eyes scanned the room, you hardly recognized Kyouya with his hair so dampened, glasses upon the stand as he relaxed.  Cool gray eyes shifted to you, noticing your clear confusion as he chuckled softly.  "No need to look so surprised," he spoke with clear amusement in his tone as he ushered you further into his room.   

You closed the door quietly, chuckling softly in your own bashfulness as you walked closer to him.  "You…" you started, unsure how to word what you were planning to say.   "I've never seen you without your glasses, I'm sorry."  With your words, your cheeks darkened the slightest bit with blush, y/e/c eyes shifting from his gray gaze as you placed a bashful hand against the back of your head.  Words grew softer as your gaze shifted back to the man, remembering your initial objective.  "I came here to...apologize.  I didn't mean to cause worry." 

Scoffing softly, he removed the towel from his head and tossed it against the chair he had been sitting on.  "I wasn't overly concerned," he spoke with a slight sting to his words.  "It was a bother trying to separate the twins and Tamaki from the men, though.  They nearly beat them to death." 

You sighed softly, a frown prominent against your lips as you nodded.  "Surely," you replied barely above a whisper.  Though there were so many things you wanted to say, wanting to defend your actions, you knew there was not much you could do.  Instead, your y/e/c eyes shifted as you watched him walk across the room, passing you as you could practically feel his heat against your skin.  

"I had to send the women flowers to apologize," he spoke, practically in your ear as he stood behind you.  

"I could, uh, I can pay for the flowers," you spoke softly.  "If that could help." 

"Each bouquet cost fifty thousand yen," he chided, a smirk stretching across his face as he walked closer to the wall, dimming the lights.  "You could pay me back another way.  With your body." 

As he spoke, he gripped onto your wrist, tossing you against his bed as he climbed on top of you.  Palms on either side of you, you were left at Kyouya's mercy, staring up into cool gray eyes.  His black hair, still a little damp, oriented down towards you messily.  

You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as Kyouya had been on top of you, half clothed as his expression had not faltered.  He stared down upon you as if you were defenseless, a hint of lust shimmering in those gray eyes of his, and you could feel your heart speeding in your chest.  Biting your lip the slightest bit, you found your mind clouding.  

"You can't be so naive to think your gender doesn't matter," he chided, nearly playfully as he stared down upon you.  "It's reckless, thinking you could have control of the situation." 

Noticing what Kyouya was doing, you had not been naïve.  Pulling your wits about you, you reached your arms up to his neck as you swept his legs, sending him onto his back as you took the spot atop of him.  Gaining dominance over the black haired male, the shock in his gray eyes, you wanted to say so many things.  You wanted to say that you can defend yourself, that even his little lesson about you being defenseless was trumped by you taking control.  Breath reflecting off of his lips as you pinned him, you frowned.  

Allowing a sigh to escape your lips, you rose off the bed, to your feet, wordlessly.  "You have no gain here, you know," you spoke as your y/e/c eyes shifted out to the darkened sky.   "You know it as well as I that even if I hadn't pinned you, you wouldn't have laid a hand upon me." 

"Oh?" He questioned, moving to sit upon the bed as he chuckled softly.  He hadn't realized how truly adept you were, how easily you could read him.  "You are quite the peculiar woman, Y/N." 

"It's regretful," you spoke, still staring out that window as you felt a pang in your heart.  "If I could be half as naive as your fans, just maybe I would have relished in that moment, how objectively pleasing it was to stare up at your handsome face and see what I could fool myself to be lust.  From the moment we met, I knew who you were, and yet…" 

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or flattered," he chimed in, clearly oriented towards you, though you could not pinpoint if he had moved from the bed or still sat upon it.  

Moving your fingers to graze the chilled glass of the window, your lips had not curled upwards as your y/e/c eyes closed.  "I'm sure you shouldn't be either," you spoke, your voice with a hint of a chill.  "I'm not stating anything you're naïve to.  I'm not ruling out the fact that you did this little...display to emphasize the concern I pushed onto the others.  That in itself shows your kindness.  I guess, I'm just reminding myself of my place." 

"And where may that be?" He questioned, a hint of intrigue in his tone.  

Scoffing, you opened your eyes once more as your y/e/c eyes shifted to the now starry sky.  "Someone you objectively care for, and yet," you started, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, "not someone who proves a gain for you to take any further." 

"Is that something you want, Y/N?" He questioned, clearly intrigued by your sudden confession.  "Do you have feelings for me?" 

"You keep yourself informed of everyone, senpai," you replied with a knife to your tone.  "You can't convince me that you'd be naïve to something like that." 

"Do you truly just believe I'm a robot, climbing without a hint of emotion?" He questioned as slender arms moved to snake around your waist, the closeness in his voice showing you that he had managed to sneak up behind you when you were too enthralled in your speech.  "If I happen to have feelings towards you, would that not prove to be a gain?"  Pausing, he sighed softly.  "I'm not saying I would have taken advantage of your body." 

Feeling his warmth wrapped around you caused your stomach to tighten with butterflies, heart pattering in your chest as your head rested back the slightest bit upon his bare chest.  "Putting it that way," you replied softly, "is appealing, rather tempting for that matter.  I cannot say I'm not skeptical of your confession." 

Kyouya chuckled softly at your words, though a smile slipped across his face.  "I'm sure with time that skepticism will fade," he teased softly as he moved to press a gentle kiss upon the top of your head.  "That is, if you would do me the honor of being my girlfriend." 

Biting your lip gently, you could not help the way you melted in his embrace.  You found the words slipping past your lips before you had the chance to counter them.  "Nothing would make me happier," you murmured softly.  Kyouya Ootori had proven to be your weakness, and though you were skeptical of his feelings, you were aflutter at the knowledge that he had been yours.  

[trustsalvatorewriting]

hold tight || tamaki suoh - chapter one

Summary: In which a politician’s daughter begrudgingly transfers to Ouran Academy

Word Count: 2,036

Preface | Chapter One

-

chapter one : out of element ❝ i feel very small. i don't understand. i have so much courage, fire, energy, for so many things. and yet, i get so hurt, so wounded by small things ❞

___________

"Perhaps I should have warned you about the uniform."

A light chuckle left Kyoya's lips when he was met with Kana's frightening glare. Her usually slender figure was covered up by a pastel yellow school uniform. She grunted and pulled at the puffy sleeves, muttering, "I have been dressed by Versace himself, and you stuff me into this monstrous uniform. I look like a pastry."

Kyoya rolled his eyes, ignoring the death glare she had sent his way. There were times when it felt as though being in her presence was no different from being in the presence of a very angry goddess. The goddess of death, perhaps. Her porcelain skin and obsidian features would surely fit the bill. But then, his nickname at Ouran Academy had been "The Shadow King." Surely commoners such as Haruhi Fujioka viewed him the same way he saw Kana Kadenokiji.

"You have far more important matters to attend to than your outfits. The drive to the school will be about thirty minutes. I can walk to you to class when we arrive."

The girl only hummed, turning her head and pressing her head against the window. She and Ootori were only a few days apart, birthday wise, so it was no surprise they'd ended up in the same class. She knew she would have an adjustment period. There was a vast difference between having to see Ootori every week and seeing him everyday.

It would be a welcome distraction, though. It would be refreshing to see a life outside the walls of her bedroom. She swallowed the lump in her throat, fingers gripping her yellow skirt. "Are there any updates?"

Kana watched a look of remorse cross Ootori's face, and she wished she'd never asked. "None."

"I asked you for this one thing--"

"Your brother is a fifteen-year-old boy who ran into the woods in broad daylight. He couldn't have gotten far, so please, let my family handle this," He responded.

She motioned for the driver to shut the partition, turning her attention back to her dress. It had taken a full week for her to completely transfer her files to Ouran. When she'd arrived, she was presented with a tour of the pink European-esque architecture. It was beautiful, to say the least. She was sure the only thing she would have to worry about was getting lost.

Her eyes landed on the diamond encrusted ring around her finger, and she remembered the club activities Ootori involved himself in. He'd mentioned it briefly, as though he were asking her rather than telling her. Truthfully, she couldn't have cared less; but she supposed she would have to, now that she was attending the same school as he. She wondered if he'd ever spoken of it to his colleagues.

"You don't have to take it off if you aren't comfortable with it," Kyoya explained, as though reading her mind. "No one at the school is aware of our engagement except those who put effort into researching each of the students. It's public record, so there isn't any point in hiding it. And most of my work at the Host Club consists of finances and advertising, so there's no problem there."

"I thought you were supposed to be the Cool Type."

"You don't think so?"

A sigh left her mouth. "I am going to be your wife, Ootori. I think whatever you want me to think."

Equals. It had been an unspoken agreement between the two that they would treat each other as equals, and nothing less. They were each brilliant in their own way, they would each have their own roles to fulfill within the business. Still, that never stopped the uneasy feeling that rested in Kana's stomach. The feeling that one day, Ootori would surpass her in her own game, and she would become Ootori Kana: wife of the CEO of Kadenokiji Industries. Nothing less, and unfortunately, nothing more.

Thirty minutes passed in complete silence. Ootori was writing in his little black book, and Kana spent the remainder of the travel staring out the window. Every so often, she would catch a glimpse of Jun, hiding in plain sight; but she would blink, and the image would be distorted. It would be a boy with skin that too tall to have been Jun, or perhaps too skinny, or perhaps too happy.

Kyoya had requested that they be dropped off at the back of the school, stating that it was a much easier route to the classroom they would need to get to. Kana glanced down at her schedule and sighed. These classes couldn't have been much harder than the ones she'd been given at home.

"These classes are going to be much harder than the ones you've been given at home," Kyoya stated, opening the door on his side of the car and reaching for his bag. "You're going to need some time to adjust, but I assure you, you'll be alright."

She narrowed her eyes at the Shadow King. He hadn't mentioned anything about rigorous schoolwork -- come to think of it, he hadn't mentioned anything about schoolwork. Most of his arguments consisted of Japanese education and distractions. Not five minutes and she already found herself missing her Parisian tutor, Emilie. She'd had an odd name and her Japanese hadn't been perfect, but she might have preferred the familiarity to whatever nonsense awaited her.

Emilie had taught her English, French, and Latin. She'd been the kindest of Kana's three tutors, and even when she'd been harsh, it had been hard to stay angry at her. The girl was of Indian descent and had stood at 5'2" with sweet brown eyes and a warm smile. Snapping at her had made Kana felt as though she'd kicked a small kitten.

Jinwoo had taught her maths and sciences -- and by default, Korean, as he refused to speak in Japanese. This had been something Kana forced herself to becoming accustomed to, assuming that he hadn't known how to speak Japanese or English. She learned three years later that the old man was fluent in Japanese, English, Mandarin, and Swiss.

Rosita had been her music teacher -- or musical warlord. She'd used extreme methods in her efforts to teach Kana the violin. The lessons stopped when she turned fifteen and her father noticed light bruising on her left hand. They never spoke of it.

If the classes at Ouran Academy were more extreme than the ones she'd taken at home, she swore to herself she would call her driver to bring her home within the first hour.

Kyoya had gone out of his way to lead Kana to her classroom, speaking to her despite the cold aura she seemed to radiate. He spoke of the founders of Ouran Academy, the subjects, he'd even gone out of his way to mention the Host Club. He was well aware she had no interest in learning any of this, but he would take comfort in knowing she was well-informed.

"The teacher was previously a professor in Tokyo. I can give you a copy of his file so you're aware of his credentials."

"No, thank you." Kana stopped at the door of the classroom and took a breath. As she stepped into the busy classroom, it occurred to her why her father had invested so much money into home-schooling her and her brother. The teenagers in front of her were no better than heathens.

She wondered how many of them would know who she was. Whether or not they would approach her, and she rehearsed the cutting lines she would respond with in her head. Kana made her way through the classroom, taking a seat three rows from the back -- one seat away from Ootori. Her eyes shifted to the black-haired boy, who stood at the doorway speaking to an eccentric blond male. The corner of her lip switch as she watched Ootori deadpan at the boy's eccentric movements.

'That must be Suoh, then,' She thought to herself. Ootori would mention him every now and then -- mostly to vent about what an idiot he was. Still, Ootori seemed to treasure their friendship, and she wondered if he was as interesting as Ootori had described him. 'The Host Club's king,' she recalled.

The group of students fell into silence as the professor entered, and everyone scattered to their seats. Suoh took the seat behind Kana, and it occurred to her that she should have checked the surrounding seats before choosing.

Despite Ootori's warnings, the professor was rather liberal in his teachings. He was kind, extending a hand to Kana as he asked her to introduce herself. When she respectfully declined, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she was met with Suoh's strange violet irises.

"Hello, Princess. My name is Tamaki Suoh. It's a pleasure to have you here." He took a hold of Kana's hand, placing a kiss to her knuckles. "I assume you've heard of me?"

"Tamaki, please take your hands off Miss Kadenokiji," Ootori sighed, already exasperated at his antics.

Kana glanced at him, amused that he hadn't been able to last ten minutes at Ouran Academy without breaking his façade. He'd always been so composed during their meetings. Was it Suoh that was able to bring it out of him? If so, how far would she be able to push him?

"It's nice to meet you," Kana replied to Suoh, slipping her hand out of his grasp. When the smile fell from his face, she added, "Ootori has mentioned you quite a bit."

Ootori glared at her through his glasses, and Suoh threw himself at him, yelling praises about how much he loved him and how he always knew they were meant to be friends. Mischief danced in Kana's dark eyes as she turned her attention back to the professor. She had always known how to play her cards correctly. It was no wonder why her father had chosen her to be his heir.

"Mommy dear, I always knew you cared for me! Why, it's no wonder, after all. My blond hair and light features compliment yours, perfectly! You are the moon to my sun. I am the stars in your sky. We are perfect for each other!"

Kyoya cleared his throat. "Tamaki, shouldn't you be focusing on making Miss Kadenokiji more comfortable? It is her first day at Ouran Academy."

"Ah, yes. So, tell me!" The extravagant French boy turned his attention to the girl, leaning so far over his desk that, if the laws of physics had applied, he would have fallen. "Why did such a beautiful girl like yourself transfer to Ouran Academy?"

"Because I wanted to," Kana responded simply, doing her best to focus on the lesson.

"You know, I've heard about you and your family."

Kana stiffened, her grasp tightening on the fountain pen between her fingers. Surely he wouldn't bring up her brother's disappearance in such a public place. Information such as that could be used for blackmail. There was no use if he was going to announce it in the middle of a classroom, and why wasn't the professor interfering? Surely this has to be against school policy. No one else is talking. Was this a daily issue? Had they gotten so used to it that they didn't bother cutting him off?

"All of you are just so beautiful. Tell me, do you get your beauty from your mother or your father?" Suoh flirted, while Ootori simply copied down his notes. "I'm sorry, I can't help but ask. I've never seen a beauty quite like yours, Princess Kana."

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, ignoring the ink puddles that were now staining her paper. Perhaps attending a school in which everyone knew who she was, wasn't her best distraction after all.

[kisabro]

Kyouya x m!reader!!! Pt2!

Tags- arranged marriage, strangers to lovers!

Tw-sh smoking argument

Pt.2!

(No don't have a title)

After their first meeting, they didn't talk much. Y/n tried over and over to reach out, arranged a date, ask how he's doing. Yet everything got left on sent. After weeks of nothing, he gave up. It was natural that people didn't like him. For some reason, they didn't stick around. Not event his father.... nor mother.

Y/n was home-schooled. After he finished his work there wasn't much to do. Sure, he can play games again, watch a doze movies, shop online. Everything on earth. Yet it didn't exite him. He was too lazy to go outside, Why bother making connections if he already knew how'd things turned out. Why go anywhere when he can just stay here and not bother anyone.

Y/n sat on the floor, his usual method of relaxing failing him he had to go to another. Maybe they didn't work at his house, but Y/n did have servants. He simply asked an older one to buy him a certain pack of something... it wouldn't hurt to smoke one. It's only one a week how harmful can it be. His body was already decaying from lack of exercise. It was just speeding up the process.

Y/n found himself in his usual spot on, the balcony overlooking the distant city. His house was on a hill with a forest all around. Neighbours were a few miles away. He could have his peace and quiet. That was till he heard a car pull up to the gate.

Y/n watched as the guards with a simple look let it in. He wasn't expecting any visits, if someone wanted to talk to his father they needed to arrange a meeting... maybe a neighbour did show u-.... 6T38.... 6T38..

FUUCKK! That was Kyouya's car! What's he doing here. Last time he checked, he hadn't read his messages. What did he want.

Y/n was quick to put out the cigarette and throw it in the trash. A squish shirt on and sprays of perfume Y/n was thinking of a plan. Whatever this visit was, it wasn't for a good reason. What if he just pretended to sleep, he'd be left alone.... right? It's worth a try. Hopefully, they didn't see him on the balcony.

"What are we doing here exatly?" "Sorry Tamaki, it won't take long. I just need to talk to someone." "Alright if you say so." "Stay here." "Oh.. umm, sure... I'll just be here..."

*now where's his room. Would be good to have a servant show me, but it doesn't seem like anyone's here... guards said he was so just a matter of time before I find him.*

Kyouya walked around the place. It wasn't big like Tamakis house, much smaller than Kyouyas house. Still he had a lot of rooms, and rooms in other rooms. Upstairs, downstairs, roof... where was he... "Y/n?" He saw the living room, and the change of having 2 of them is small. This room must be his. "Y/n I need to talk to you. Hmm?"

(REFERENCE. just imagine a balcony behind one of them windows, also yes... this probably wouldn't be available in whichever year ohshc was set in. BUT JUST USE YOURE IMAGINATION THEASE ARE WERYY RICH KIDS)

*He's sleeping... it's not event thst late. He's probably talking a nap...*

Kyouya felt waking him up, so he just decided to wait for a few minutes. Maybe he'd wake up. In the meantime, he'll just... look around. Technically, this house was his as well. While Y/n was trying to figure out why his husband was here, Kyouya was already surching for the cigarettes. Kyouya gained access to Y/n card, and so did Y/n with his. But it seems he'd forgotten. Buying those cigarettes with that card was a big mistake. Kyouya got the notification and noticed what the purchase was. That's why he was here.

Drawers, floors, cabinets. He looked under and on everything. Last place was the bathroom. Y/n had forgotten to clean up and put the pack back under the sink... so he had to some clean.

"*jawn*" "Hmm?? Oh Y/n you're awake." "Oh Kyouya. What a surprise. Thought you were still ignoring me." "I had to talk to you about something." "I see I see... what may that be." "Purchase. One that was made with your card." "My card? I'm not sure where it is. I gave it to my guard last, I think." "Guard?.... I see. Then never mind. I'll be leaving then." "Yeah sure. Bye!"

Kyouya was about to step out of the room when a sudden feeling hit him. Uneasiness. Something was off. He could feel it. A person like Y/n would be asking him to stay or have dinner. All the messages prove that. So why wasn't he.... he woke up quite fast, and you can't tell if a person is faking there sleep unless there a bad actor... that bathroom. Something was wrong.

"Hey! If you need to use the washroom, the watter in that is broken! And the toilet is clogged! HEY LISTEN TO ME WONT YOU!"

"...this..." "Can't you stay out of my business! You ignore me till it's "seriuse." If I just kept being silent, you would have left me alone, so don't start the kind act now!" "It's not like that! I was processing everything." "And you're done now. Here's the conclusion. You're two late, now go away!" "You're right I'm done with thinking! And no I'm not leaving. We had a rough start that's all!"

"Kyouya, what's going on here..... who is this guy." "Oh you brought your little "friend" whys that? Have a witness if something goes wrong?" "You're talking nonsense! If you wouldn't jump to conclusions so fast, this would be 10 times easier!" "Sorry but I don't take long!" "If you just shut up and stop assuming that I hate you so fast, this would work out!" "You could have given me a sign! Something to tell me that you're just thinking and not flat out ignoring me! Maybe a hi! Sorry I'm not just thinking!"

"OK, that's enough, you two! I don't understand what's going on, but yelling isn't gonna resolve this! Now someone tell me what's happening." "...wanna tell him. Or is your ego two big for it." "Tamaki. Meet my husband. Y/n Ootori." "So that's what that ring was from. I see." "It doesn't matter. You two leave, I'm going to bed." "I'm not going anywhere, it's my house as well." "Shut up like hell you are." "Watch me." "Why do you have to make things so complicated!" "Just give me a dam second changed I'll make it up to you!" "Why should I!?" "So we can try to not hate each other. We'll be around one another more then you think."

"Do what you want."

Kyouya sent Tamaki home. The two of them needed to be alone for now. He agreed under the promise to explain everything latter.

Going back to the room, Y/n wasn't there. Only when he looked outside the window did he notice him on the balcony. Smoking. "Guessing you chose to ignore the warnings." "I... don't give a crap." "That goes for the other thing two?" "Indeed." "It's getting late. Not to mention cold. Winter is settling in." "What about it?" "We should head to bed." "There's a guesst room down the hall you can go there." "I believe you're bwd is big enough for the two of us."

Needless to say, Y/n forgave him quickly.

[coffeeandkatsudon]

Dating Kyoya Headcanons

- People always wonder how tf you got Kyoya to open up to you 

- Sometimes you do too

- But you still love him

- If you’re dating Kyoya, be prepared to watch him work, work, and work some more.

- Seriously, the dude needs a break

- When he isn’t working, however, he’s holding you close to him, no matter what he’s doing

- Kyoya isn’t necessarily a fan of PDA, but if his you want it, he’s all for it

- He’s always the big spoon

- Unless he’s feeling really down

- If you hold him close to you, it calms him

- You’re literally the only one who can wake him up without causing a fuss

- Hell, if it’s you, he’ll wake up with a smile on his face

- If there’s something you really enjoy doing, he’ll make sure you get to do it as often as possible

- He flirts with you a lot; nobody seems to understand it but you

- Though it is mostly dry wit

- It’s not uncommon for people to assume that you’re dating Kyoya for his money

- Especially guests of the Host Club

- However, if somebody says that to your face and Kyoya just happens to hear them

- Well

- Kyoya’s not a very violent man, but he definitely will insult them

- After they leave he’ll make sure that you’re alright and that their words didn’t hurt you

- Kyoya is literal daddy material

- When it comes to doing the do, a daddy kink is definitely well established

- Along with a master kink

- He’s just 100% a dom

- When you wear lingerie, it turns him the fuck on

- He has one of the filthiest mouths in the Host Club

- With his vocabulary, he can always find the right words to make you squirm

- He always makes sure he has consent before doing anything or trying anything new tho

- Aftercare is a must

- When the two of you fight, it’s a silent but deadly thing

- Nobody really realizes that you two are even slightly mad at each other until one of you says something just a little too sharp to the other

- Normally, your fights are pretty private anyway 

- It isn’t anybody else’s business what goes on with you two

- After about a day, whoever initiated the argument in the first place apologizes

- Which more often than not leads to sexy make up times

- Kyoya seriously loves you

- And he would never leave your side

masterlist