#team ootori

[enananhearts]

NICCORI^^ SURVEY TEAM~~

[queersekai]

(Commissions accurate through 22 August 2024.)

[piyoandpome]

From Volume 11

Introducing the white team!

[tearwolfe]

here are all my project sekai artfight attacks so far, featuring my kasa kitty, pegasus!!! this is a call to action. if you have a prsk kitty (or any animal) that wants to hang out with my kasa kitty for artfight pleaaase let me know 🫶

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

Happy Birthday, Mommy dear, Kyoya Ootori! - Nov 22nd

[mossiestpiglet]

okay so your posts about kyoya being close to his guards, did you mean the ones that followed him to france?? I'm so curious :0

Yes thats them! That is the arc where we see them and Kyoya getting to interact almost entirely on their own, so it’s one of the really important ones for showing their relationship. The parts which stand out to me particularly are how synced up their thoughts about Kyoya are, how much they all know about his feelings for Tamaki and that he usually tries to hide them (even from his team), and that we get to see that he does treat the members of the team individually with the recurring joke about Hotta/Horita/Honda being the one most on the receiving end of Kyoya’s annoyance.

But there are other places where the team pops up and it’s implied at least some of them are literally always present (but hidden from view) when Kyoya is not at home. Tachibana also gets to have his solo extra with Kyoya where we learn how long he has been taking care of him and just how strongly he feels for Kyoya, as well as the cuteness that is him taking home the gifts from Tamaki that Kyoya discards. Tachibana as team leader and the one who has been with the family/Kyoya longest certainly seems to have the most paternal feelings for Kyoya and the story doesn’t really shy away from that, which is part of why I feel there is some narrative intentionality to Kyoya having three guards in a leader and two subordinate arrangement to replace the father and two brothers we know he has a difficult relationship with.

[malewife-swag-competition]

round 1: The Sniper (Team Fortress 2) vs wild card Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

The Sniper (Team Fortress 2): mansplain, malewife, "he is such a malewife it's unreal oh my gooooooooood. he has to keep telling his dad he's not a crazed gunman<3. anyways he is wife material i think"

Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club): WILD CARD! manipulate, mansplain, no submission notes given

[mcurii]

clown girl

[kitty-beloved]

Bad alice in ny au I made

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Without a doubt Kyoya Ootori is a member of team coffee

Disclaimer: Most of the post has spoilers and is mainly based on the anime.

Link to where it all started: 2 Lines & A Circle : Flavors of love: chocolate edition So I was... (tumblr.com)

If I had the power, I would change his ending to one less bittersweet, but then it wouldn’t be Kyoya. See, at the end of the series Kyoya ends with someone who is arranged for him and it’s for the better of his family. Eventually he finds love through that, but it’s eventually and well, that’s quite a bittersweet ending. That alone should be enough to signal that he belongs on team coffee, but it’s not.

To know more about Team Coffee click here: 2 Lines & A Circle : In-Depth Description: Coffee (tumblr.com)

Before landing on team coffee, I went between team strawberry and team matcha. Yet, he didn’t fit in with those two no matter how hard I tried to squish him into them. Team strawberries must be tart and cute, Kyoya is neither tart nor cute. Still, his backstory of wanting to be seen convinced me that he could fit in. On the other hand, team matcha appeared fit because he had a more mature flavor in him as well as being a breath of fresh air. Despite that, Kyoya wasn’t searching for connections nor was he careless enough to let himself go. Only after I thought this through did I place him into team coffee.

So, what else makes him into a team coffee member? Well, it’s his behavior towards handling his own conflict. Kyoya’s main conflict is being the third son and wanting recognition, but he overcomes this. In fact, it’s very clear to us that he overcomes this and takes pride in being an Ootori by the time he’s in the club. In the end, all of his actions are not for himself rather it’s for his family or friends.

In addition, it’s made abundantly clear that Kyoya makes the active choice to be vice-president and handles just about everything. Something quite common in team coffee. Like every other team coffee member, he is aware of his strengths and weaknesses. So, he rarely steps out of line, another common trait in team coffee. I believe the only time we see him step out of line in the anime is when he gets enraged by Tamaki on the couch.

Typically, a team coffee member will go to change themselves in order to archive whatever it is that they want. Some succeed, but most fail. Most members in team coffee learn to accept themselves and that’s the end of the story. But with Kyoya we see him come to a stop all at once. Everything he had been feeling unravels one after the other, which is the end of the story. We come to the conclusion that he’s satisfied by the time Kyoya engages in the club. All it took was a single Tamaki who saw through it all. Tamaki is the true reason behind Kyoya being a member of team coffee. Basically, team coffee only really has their reawakening of life when a complete stranger knocks on their door with a bang. For Kyoya it was Tamaki, but Tamaki didn’t do anything other than be himself. Eventually the two become inseparable beings and its case close right?… Nope, not in the least.  

Kyoya is the loser by default. This is where my team coffee meter goes up which is never a good sign. Team coffee sees things through their eyes only and it takes a whole lot of convincing for them to see what’s really right in front of them. At the heart of the OHSHC it’s a reverse harem with everyone who is pining for Haruhi, everyone but Kyoya. This man never attempts because this is unthinkable for him. Team coffee usually has someone so close they feel inferior to them or love them to not consider going that same path. For Kyoya it’s Tamaki. All of this means that Kyoya will never step out of his line so long as Tamaki is involved. Which is bittersweet. Sweet because he cares for this friendship of his, but bitter because he never goes beyond the unknown unless otherwise.

To close off I would like to mention the beach episode where he pins down Haruhi. This whole scene is incredibly common with team coffee. For some reason team coffee always chooses to scare someone through physical means. Essentially, they pin themselves to be the bad guy in order to scare you. If you’re into that I highly recommend Leonardo da Vinci from Ikemen Vampire.

[rilakeila]

exchange of roses, masterlist

host club! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu technology academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club in an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: this story isn't decided to have a set series yet but i will be releasing each events' chapter and what happens. however, it may be an au within au where it can be open ended but lmk what you think!

day one.

(intro one) (intro two) (intro three)

day two: sports day

(kendo) (martial arts) (table tennis) (1600 meter relay)

day three: team sports

(volleyball) (dodgeball)

day four: club specialty

(tbd)

day 5: the gala

(tbd)

au within au: come request for a certain host !

jujutsu tech academy.

gojo satoru

(tbd)

geto suguru

(tbd)

itadori sukuna

(tbd)

nanami kento

(tbd)

haibara yu

(tbd)

shoko ieiri

(tbd)

ouran high school host club.

tamaki suoh

(tbd)

haninozuka mitsukini, platonic

(tbd)

morinozuka takashi

(tbd)

ootori kyoya

(tbd)

hitachiin kaoru

(tbd)

hitachiin hikaru

(tbd)

fujioka haruhi

(tbd)

a/n pt. 2: currently there's no intention to have ms. (y/n) to have a love interest in the main part of the series, but if the main story does well, we can have a season 2 where we explore this au more!

[lilis-doodle-dome]

Fullmetal Luminary Alchemist

Tenma siblings (16 & 17) but everything is so much worse! Also Toya (16) is Winry, but Toya and Tsukasa do not have a romantic relationship.

I didn't see any reason to change the armor visually, except things the siblings would change themselves (decoration basically) so the hair thing is separated and dyed pink at the tips to look more like Saki's hair and the loin cloth is frilly and decorated (both of these things Tsukasa did for Saki to help her feel more comfortable)

Instead of dead parents, both of Toya's older brothers were drafted and killed instead. Also Toya's mom is a surgeon (regular) so she helps him out with some stuff, but can only do so much since she isn't specialized in automail

Then there's Prince Rui Kamishiro (17) and his two shadows, Nene (17) and Mizuki (21). Later on, when he gets injected with Greed he becomes Avarui

The other Xingese emperor candidate whose come to amestris in search of immortality is Emu Ootori (14)! With a little rabbit friend in tow. She's a big fan of the Luminary Alchemist she's heard so many stories of!

Tsukasa’s CO is Colonel Shinonome managed by her loyal, ever-present Lieutenant Asahina . Ena is still called the flame alchemist, since she still uses flame alchemy as her specialty

The other members of the team are: Sergeant Azusawa (Breda), Warrant officer Hinomori (Falman), 2nd lieutenant Shiraishi (Havoc), and 2nd lieutenant Hoshino (Feury). And Ena's best friend is, of course, Lieutenant colonel Momoi (Hughes). Married to Shizuku with a beautiful daughter!

Finally in this lineup, we have Akito (16) as Paninya. Kinda,

It's a bit more complicated because he is also Ena's younger brother and she is our Colonel Mustang in this au-

So more exactly, he and Ena are adoptive siblings, both taken in by Madame Christmas. Mme Chris paid/called in a favor for Akito's Automail surgery and he's incredibly grateful to her for everything she and the girls have done for him.

That's why he started working at Ken's shop (where he got the automail) as an errand boy/ extra pair of hands. Ken is still a father figure to him in this au, so he's happy to work there and wants to pay back Ken too

Originally Ena was also included in those he felt grateful toward, the two were actually very close, but then she joined the military. Originally this wasn't a problem, but she was gone for a long time and when she got back she was basically a different person.

Akito tried to help or at least witnessed some of her worst moments once back (think the Gracia's pie scene) and he was horrified, by what the military had done to his sister, and innocent people, and what his sister had done too.

This caused him to form a deep hatred for the military, which turned to a grudge against Ena when she decides to continue and even climb the ranks in the broken system of the military

He starts adding pickpocketing to his ways of making money, especially from military folks when they show up, he likes the rush and it makes him feel vindicated to hurt anything military

This is of course how Akito ends up stealing Tsukasa's watch, cue first rush valley episode (minus childbirth) and by the end Toya ends up working at Ken's shop too, but as an apprentice automailer

Gay romance ensues, with a lot of Toya picking at Akito's automail and Akito suffering

Since An is Havoc in this au, she is originally working for Ena, but then gets injured and heads back to the shop to help out. Which is obviously pretty awkward with Akito, but they start talking it out over time

I think this is around the time Ena and Akito start rebuilding their relationship, using An and her good nature as a bridge, enough so that by the end Akito helps out with the coupe (not going to the fight or anything, just handling supplies they send to Team Ena and stuff)

[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part nine - Test of courage

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

Word Count : 4k

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

You let out a long and bored sigh as you look at a blank paper in front of you. Tamaki assigned you to write ideas for the Halloween event the Host Club wants to host, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss and how eager Kyoya was and then returned to pretending you were just classmates. You were angry and yet… You only wanted him to kiss you all over again. 

It was infuriating. No. He was. 

“What about a cult of vampires thirsty for the blood of their guests.” Tamaki explodes as if he found the best idea of all time. Ew. Blood, no thanks. 

“This sounds too erotic even for us.” You chuckle. 

“Well, you haven’t written anything on that paper so I’m giving you some ideas to make that brain of yours work.” He chuckles while patting the top of your hair. 

The door busted open with the twins and Haruhi glued to their side. Kaoru spoke up first. “For the entire week, count us out.”

The mortifying expression on Tamaki’s face made you hold back a laugh. “What do you mean “us”? Why is Haruhi going with you?”

“We have a tournament on Halloween night, a test of courage.” She mumbles as if she thought it was the dumbest idea, it might as well be.

“And she is on our team.” Hikaru snickers. “She is in our class, afterall.” They both dramatically turn around and leave.

“Does this mean we cancel our event?” You ask quite eagerly for Tamaki’s response.

“This means we are going to participate in their little tournament.” His gaze never leaves the trio of second years. You grunt loudly. 

Tamaki’s genius plan was in preparation while you sat on a bench drinking tea with Mori. Your leg was bouncing rapidly out of anxiety.

“You seem tense.” Kyoya said, his eyes still focused on his computer screen. “I can smell the tension steaming.”

“Ew.” You scoff. “I'm not tense," you retorted.

“What's bothering you then? Are you scared?" Tamaki chuckled.

“No, I just don't see the point in scaring people," you mumbled.

Honey took a seat beside you and flashed a bright smile. “It's not just about that. You have a lot of candies too!"

“That's a valid point," you conceded. "While you two brilliant minds work on your plan, I'll make my exit. I've got some personal matters to attend to."

“Why's that?" Kyoya asked abruptly, turning his gaze towards you.

“It's not something you need to worry about," you replied with a quick smile before making your way out of the music room. In truth, you weren't busy at all; all your studies and homework were already completed. You simply wished to avoid the Halloween preparations. As you strolled through the school, you sought out an empty music room where you could indulge in a bit of cello before the next class.

After leaving the music room, you headed down the corridor in search of an empty space to practice your cello. As you walked, you couldn't help but overhear snippets of excited chatter from various students discussing the Halloween preparations. It seemed that the Host Club's Halloween event was generating quite a buzz.

Finally, you found an empty and peaceful practice room. You entered and set up your cello, finding comfort in the familiar strains of the instrument. As you began to play, the hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere that provided a stark contrast to the bustling excitement of Halloween preparations.

Unbeknownst to you, a familiar figure from the Host Club had been silently trailing you. Haruhi, who had been observing your interactions with the other members, had sensed your need for a break from the chaotic festivities. She had followed you discreetly, understanding that you preferred solitude.

Leaning against the doorframe, Haruhi listened to your enchanting music. The sound of the cello captivated her, and she was moved by the depth of emotion in your playing. She watched you with a soft smile, appreciating the chance to see a different side of you.

When you eventually finished your piece, you turned to find Haruhi standing there, a gentle and understanding look in her eyes. She didn't say anything, but her presence was enough to convey her support and empathy.

“Be ready, Tamaki is taking part in your Tournament.”

She smiles. “This means you will as well?”

“Obviously.” You snort. 

With that, the two of you spent a little more time chatting, and finding common ground amidst the chaos of the Host Club's Halloween preparations. It was a welcome and unexpected connection that brought a sense of calm to an otherwise hectic day.

On Halloween night

You entered the ball room and noticed the dark ambiance. In the middle you could see makeup and costumes ready to be worn. 

You sigh. “Did you really ask the occult club to help us?” 

“They are professionals afterall.” Tamaki says proudly. “Who else but the Occult Club to know what is scary or not?” He had a fair point. 

You were grabbed by two girls and forced to sit down on a chair. You couldn’t protest before their work started. They Had their makeup brushes ready with pink and white paint. “It’s too late to say no, right?” You ask anyone before the first stroke of white paint touches your skin. At the same time the other girl worked over your hair. Two pigtails wrapped in red ribbons. It felt like forever until you could see yourself in the mirror. You were going to be a creepy little creepy lolitta doll.

“Good god.” You scoff as you look at yourself with your regular uniform, you look silly. 

“Do you not like it?” Nekozawa asked in a grim tone. To be fair, you were a bit freaked out by him and so you lied.

“I love it. I’m just not used to it.” You smile as best as you can, but you look creepy nonetheless. 

“Good!” He smiles. Even if he was happy, his smile was creepy. “We got the perfect costume to fit with your marvelous character. “The cursed doll!” It was like thunder cracked at the same time he spoke those very words. 

You looked in the mirror and couldn't help but feel that you appeared terrifying – and not in a good way. The worn-out pink and white puffy dress you wore was splattered with fake blood in a chaotic pattern. You imagined your mother would have a heart attack if she saw you in this outfit.

Emerging from the dressing room, you joined your Host Club friends in the ballroom. Tamaki, in his dashing vampire costume, looked unfairly handsome. Mori and Honey, dressed as a pair of werewolves straight out of a telenovela, exuded a certain charm. Kyoya, on the other hand, had chosen not to dress up.

With a stoic expression, you couldn't help but voice your frustration. "I hate you guys."

"Don't you look terrifying?" Kyoya quipped with a barely suppressed laugh.

You glared at him. "And don't you guys look cute?"

"Do you think so?" Honey's smile was radiant.

"Why am I the only one overdressed?" You grumbled.

Tamaki, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, smiled as he explained, "You are the dessert to our coup."

"I don't think that's a saying," you retorted. He led you out of the ballroom and into a classroom tucked away in the far corner of the school.

"Stay here until Honey gives you the signal. Here's your script," Tamaki said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper before closing the door, leaving you alone in the dark room.

"Ugh, I hate them," you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes and reading the poorly written script. It lacked any real scare factor. Your best bet was to simply scream at anyone who entered the room or adopt a lifeless stare to unnerve them.

As you sat in the dark room, dressed in your creepy Lolita costume, time seemed to crawl by at an agonizingly slow pace. The initial excitement of transforming into a terrifying character had given way to boredom and restlessness. Your once-eager anticipation for your role had faded into a growing sense of impatience.

You began to fidget in your chair, the minutes stretching into what felt like hours. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the occasional distant laughter and muffled voices from the Halloween event outside. The worn-out pink and white dress seemed to constrict your movements, making you acutely aware of how uncomfortable and itchy it had become.

You sighed deeply, shifting your weight from side to side, trying to ease the discomfort of your costume. Your thoughts wandered, and you began to wonder if you were somehow forgotten or if the Host Club's plan had encountered an unexpected delay. The desire for some action or interaction had grown stronger with each passing minute.

Impulsively, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, checking the time. It had been far longer than you'd expected, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation. To alleviate your boredom, you began scrolling through your phone, reading messages, and checking social media, all while anxiously waiting for Honey's signal to finally break the monotony of your solitary confinement.

The door creaked open and you looked at who it was not bothering to hide back your phone. 

“This is really not your shade.” Kyoya snickers as he enters the room.

“Laugh all you want.” You sigh. He looked at you as if to say “Oh, I am.”, “What are you doing here?”

“Keeping you from dying of boredom.” He took a seat next to you on the floor. 

“My phone was already doing your job.” You chuckle lightly. 

“You really don’t like Halloween, don’t you?”

"Not really, no," you began, reflecting on your past. "When I was a kid, my parents were so busy with their own lives and jobs that they never had time for Halloween, or even Christmas some years. By the time they started to be more present, I just didn't care that much anymore about the holidays."

Kyoya sighed deeply, and you could see his thoughtful expression as he absorbed the glimpse of your personal history.

As the seconds ticked by, you found yourself pondering why you had shared such a personal memory with Kyoya. It wasn't something you typically opened up about, especially not in the midst of a festive occasion like Halloween. Perhaps it was the quiet and the stillness of the room that had encouraged the spontaneous revelation. Or maybe it was Kyoya's ability to make you feel strangely comfortable discussing your past. Regardless of the reason, you couldn't help but wonder why you had chosen to reveal a part of yourself at that moment.

“Then let’s go.” He said as he grabbed your hand to help you out of your creepy chair.

“Where?” 

“I’m going to show you what’s so fun about it.”

Kyoya led you out of the dimly lit room and into the corridor, your hand still in his firm grip. You followed him through the maze-like hallways of the school, unsure of what to expect.

As you moved stealthily through the school, you couldn't help but have reservations about this endeavor. The idea of scaring people had never really appealed to you, and you had doubts about whether it would be as fun as the others made it out to be. But you trusted Kyoya's judgment, and his air of confidence piqued your curiosity.

The two of you took positions in a dimly lit hallway, concealed behind a corner, waiting for your next victim. Your heart raced as you watched a student approaching, completely unaware of your presence.

In perfect coordination, you and Kyoya executed your plan. As the student drew nearer, you let out a spine-chilling, ghostly wail while Kyoya produced an eerie, spectral light using a concealed flashlight. The student, taken aback and startled, screamed in terror before realizing it was all a prank.

At first, you watched with mixed emotions, uncertain of how the student would react. But as the initial shock and fear gave way to laughter and amusement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and satisfaction. Giggling uncontrollably, you and Kyoya shared in the joy of the moment.

You and Kyoya ventured further into the school, your Lolita doll costume taking on a new persona with each scare. The initial uncertainty you had felt had given way to a sense of exhilaration and a growing enthusiasm for the Halloween shenanigans.

As you reached a more crowded area of the school, you couldn't resist the temptation to continue your mischief. You spotted a group of students engrossed in conversation and laughter, unaware of your presence. Kyoya nodded at you, signaling that this was your next target.

You approached the group with a silent grace, the ruffled layers of your dress swaying as you moved. As you got closer, you unleashed a spine-tingling, ghostly whisper that seemed to echo through the corridor. Simultaneously, Kyoya, hidden in the shadows, conjured a ghostly blue glow that danced eerily around you.

The students, caught off guard by the sudden otherworldly presence, let out a collective gasp and huddled together in fear. A few of them even dropped their belongings in their fright.

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you watched their terrified reactions. Some clutched their hearts, while others playfully scolded each other for overreacting. The initial shock gave way to laughter, and you realized that this was the essence of Halloween – a blend of fear and fun.

One of the students, a young girl, turned to you with a mixture of relief and amusement. "That was a good one! You really got us."

You gave a mischievous curtsy, your creepy Lolita persona adding to the theatrics of the moment. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

As you and Kyoya roamed the dimly lit corridors, you noticed a locked door at the end of a long hallway, illuminated only by the faint light of a flickering overhead bulb. It seemed like the perfect setting for a dramatic and hair-raising Halloween scare.

With a shared nod, you and Kyoya decided to orchestrate a chilling performance. You took your position near the door, hidden in the shadows, your Lolita doll costume transformed into a ghostly and eerie presence.

Kyoya, meanwhile, prepared to unleash his talents. With a quick flourish of his hand, he projected a series of ghostly images on the door, each one more terrifying than the last. The ghostly apparitions danced and flickered, accompanied by spine-tingling whispers that filled the air.

Unsuspecting students rounded the corner and came into view, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. As they approached the locked door, they spotted the ghostly figures and heard the haunting whispers. Panic washed over them, and they let out a chorus of terrified screams.

In their panic, the students stumbled over each other, desperately searching for an escape route. Some of them turned and ran back the way they came, while others frantically pounded on the locked door, pleading for it to open. The once-crowded hallway turned into a scene of chaotic terror.

You and Kyoya couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as the students fled in sheer panic, their fear evident in their eyes. It was the ultimate Halloween scare, and you had succeeded beyond your wildest expectations.

As the commotion gradually subsided and the corridor returned to a state of calm, you exchanged an exhilarated glance with Kyoya. The dramatic scare had left a lasting impression, and you both couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

You finally got what made this activity so enjoyable, and you couldn't help but share a knowing smile with Kyoya as you continued to haunt the hallways together.

As your Halloween night of spooking students continued, Kyoya approached you with an excited glint in his eyes. "How about a grand finale?" he suggested, a mischievous smile on his face. Curious and eager to embrace the festive spirit, you nodded in agreement. "What do you have in mind?" Kyoya explained his plan, which involved a grand scare that would target none other than the notorious twins with Haruhi. It was an enticing proposition, and you both set off to make it happen.

You ran around the school to find the trio and once you did they were walking to their next trap, you.

You began to move in a slow, puppet-like manner, as if controlled by unseen strings, your joints bending unnaturally, your movements otherworldly. You swayed with an eerie grace, creating an atmosphere of surreal horror.

At the same time, Kyoya cast an illusion of ghostly whispers and phantom shadows that danced around you. The effect was haunting and mesmerizing, and the corridor seemed to take on a life of its own.

The twins and Haruhi watched, transfixed by the chilling performance. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged uneasy glances, and Haruhi clutched her heart in mock fear.

As the performance reached its climax, you let out another spine-chilling wail, your voice echoing through the corridor. The twins were quite uneasy with you as for Haruhi, she held back a laugh to not mess up your performance. They weren’t moving until you stopped abruptly before sprinting for them, making them run away from you leaving Haruhi alone with you. 

“Too bad I wasn’t convincing enough to scare you.” You laugh with Haruhi.

“I do not scare easily.” She says drying her tears of laughter. Kyoya came out of hiding and applauded you. 

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy yourself that much.” He smiles brightly. A first.

“All thanks to the brains behind the operation.” You applauded him as well.

Later that night as you were taking out your makeup with Renge and Haruhi’s help, the winners were announced by Nekozawa. You were declared the champion of the Tournament!

Gasps of astonishment filled the room as the Host Club members realized the outcome. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged surprised glances.

"You weren't even participating!" Kaoru exclaimed.

You smirked, "You guys are just sore losers."

Hikaru chimed in, "You're not even a second-year!"

Kyoya, however, simply leaned against a wall with a wry smile. "All I hear is whining from two losers."

You couldn't help but giggle at the banter among your friends, sharing a victorious moment.

After finally shedding the uncomfortable Lolita costume and wiping away the last remnants of makeup, you found yourself alone in the cozy embrace of the music room. The echoes of the Halloween festivities still resonate in your mind, but the overwhelming discomfort of the costume had been left far behind.

Sitting in the dimly lit room, you reflected on the night, your thoughts filled with gratitude for Kyoya. His unexpected and thrilling proposal to embrace the Halloween spirit had transformed a dull evening into a genuinely enjoyable one. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how he had dragged you into the world of scares and pranks, and in doing so, had shared a unique and memorable experience with you.

The Halloween night had been a perfect blend of fright and fun, of camaraderie and laughter, and it was all thanks to Kyoya's initiative. As you sat in the peaceful music room, you realized that sometimes, the most unexpected and unconventional plans could lead to the best and most cherished memories.

"All hail the champion," a voice echoed in the empty room, and there stood Kyoya, the unexpected partner in your Halloween scare victory.

You couldn't resist a teasing grin. "Only a bow and some praise will do for your champion."

He walked over, the atmosphere filled with a mix of playful competition and genuine camaraderie. His smile was cocky as he leaned against the side of the column.

"So, do I get a prize for helping you win?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a playful challenge.

You responded with a smug grin, "It's my name they announced, not yours, so I'm afraid you don't get anything."

Kyoya leaned in closer, his smile seeming somewhat wistful. "I did help you win, though. I should get something."

With a soft laugh, you placed a hand on his arm and said, "You get the honor of witnessing your fiancé's majestic victory."

The two of you shared a moment of contentment and affection, the playful banter masking the fondness you felt for each other. It was a celebration of your Halloween success and the unique bond you shared.

“I want something else as my prize.” He smirks.

He acted on his impulses, seizing you by the waist and pressing you firmly against the column. His lips met yours with a passionate intensity, a bruising kiss that left you breathless, and you gasped in surprise at the sudden, fervent connection.

His tongue tantalizing teased your bottom lip, seeking entry, and you willingly granted it. Your heads tilted in unison, and one of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, gently bending it to deepen the kiss. A throaty moan escaped your lips as his other hand on your hip squeezed you possessively.

For a brief moment, he pulled back, his breath hot against your skin, and he whispered with a mixture of desire and frustration, "You always manage to pick the worst timing to drive me so, so eager for you."

His lips trailed a scorching path down your cheek, following the delicate curve of your jawline. Each touch was an electric shock of sensation, sending shivers down your spine as the world around you seemed to blur, consumed by the fervent desire shared in this stolen moment.

“Don’t I?” You chuckled briefly. “It just means I’m winning.”

“How so?” He asks not to bother to stop his lips from connecting to your skin. 

“You want to hear my master plan?”

“Do enlighten me.” His soft laugh lights a fire inside your stomach. 

“The more you resist me, the more you want me… Have you noticed how close we’ve become in the last few days?” He stops himself in his tracks to look at you in the eyes with intrigue. “I am winning.”

“Must everything be a competition between the two of us?”

“To get what we both deeply want, it is not an option.”

“And what is it I want?” He smirks as if he could read you all too well. 

“You don’t want to marry me for love and some other reason you refuse to talk about and I don’t want to get married at all, but duty is duty. But you do want me, which makes things complicated for us.” You breathe heavily when his teeth graze the skin of your neck. “So let’s meet in the middle. We can either keep denying each other’s needs and go our separate ways to college hoping to find better matches for us so we both marry for love, duty and what not, or we can give in and have our fun until college and then we find better matches. So you don’t have to marry me and you’ll be out of my hair. Two simple choices, one clearly more fun than the other, but riskier.”

He chuckles when he faces you again. “How so?”

“You’ll fall in love.” No, you would.

“With you?” He chuckles. “You’re pretty to look at, sure, but you get on my nerves too much for me to fall in love.” 

“I gave you our options, it’s your choice. In a way I am not replacing you like you asked.” He crashed his lips to yours, his very own way to seal their deal.

��I won’t lose to you, y/n.” He whispered before his lips met yours once more. 

“Neither will I.” You moan against his lips before you were picked up and carried on one of the pink velvet couches. He pried your pants off gently as his lips were still glued to yours. It was happening… You’d finally have Kyoya the way you wanted him ever since last time he kissed you. 

He moved between your thighs and took his sweet time to kiss and nimble on both of them. 

“You always assume I have better self control than I actually do.” He whispers before taking your underwear off. “I’m no better than any other man when it comes to you.” He smirks before dipping his head between your thighs. You huffed out a loud moan when he licked a stripe up your folds, before plunging his tongue right into your dripping heat. You snatched at his head, pulling his hair as your hips shifted against him— his nose nudging your clit.

He moaned against your cunt— the vibrations making that coil in your stomach tighten. He squeezed your thighs, running his tongue up your folds and swirling it around your clit, repeating this action a few times. You felt like you were in a dream, Kyoya pleasing you as a reward for your victory... or for his own pleasure. It didn't matter, he had accepted your deal and you were more than happy to give in to the tension between the two of you.

You felt yourself drawing tight, a thin sheen of sweat gathering across your bare skin. “Kyoya—” You came with a moan of his name, your hips stuttering against his face. You felt him groan beneath you, tongue working you through your orgasm.

After a long moment, Kyoya hovered over you. You smiled hazily at him. He hummed, pressing his mouth to yours. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue. You hummed a response, too busy stroking his cheek, feeling your own arousal sticky on your fingers. He pulled back briefly. “I won’t lose to you.” He repeated like it was an oath and you believed him for a split second.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[apotelesmaa]

I don’t feel like tracking it down but that one “project sekai characters I can beat in a fight” by a popular pjsk youtuber made me sooo angry like I know he did not read any of the stories. Specifically pissed that he put emu “on several spots teams” “canonically scaled a two story building” “had the body strength to climb up to the ceiling and just hang out there” “power scales with looney toons logic” ootori in the easy win category. She would kick your ass be so serious. Wouldn’t even be difficult for her. Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby.

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

💋 ~ Kyoya ~ team-chaotics (If it's not all filled yet)

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss (2/5)

꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂

“Now, no peeking!”

Came the muffled voice of the host king as half of his body was engulfed inside a giant, velvety red bag.  He yanked his head back out and with an exasperated expression, he adjusted his Santa Claus beard and hat.  “Your gift—Kyoya…I know it's in here somewhere.” The blond dove back into the Santa bag in search of the gift.

“You think Santa would keep him if we stuffed him in there and mailed him off to the North Pole?” Hikaru glanced over at his brother who was snickering at the comment. “Not funny!”  Tamaki cried from inside the bag; he couldn’t see but he could still hear!

It was Christmas Eve—Japan’s romantic view of this festive night was not lost on Tamaki.  The host club decided to put on their own magical wonderland; Mori was dressed as a reindeer while Hani wore green elf attire.  The twins dressed as twin marionette toys, and Haruhi looked like a Christmas angel, much to her chagrin–she refused the Mrs. Claus outfit outright. Likewise, Kyoya refused to wear the head elf costume Tamaki had picked out. 

“Senpai, maybe you left it at home?” Haruhi pointed out while the blond dug deeper and deeper into the bag only to come up empty again.  A frown marred the prince’s handsome features as he looked longingly into the bag. “Maybe I did—I’m sorry, Kyoya.” Tamaki looked over at his best friend dejectedly. 

“Hey boss! No need to look so glum,” Hikaru began, “Yeah—you know there are other ways to show your love and appreciation for someone on Christmas eve.” Kaoru finished.  They walked around Tamaki like sharks swimming around a stranded swimmer. 

“What do you mean–?” The blond asked warily; he couldn’t trust these two. 

“You knoooow, the age-old tradition of…,” Hikaru glanced at his brother and Kaoru produced a green leafy sprig, tied with a red string at the end. “Mistletoe.”  The twins said in unison.  Mistletoe?  Tamaki glanced over at Kyoya, and a dark blush tinted his cheeks.  The blond yanked his Santa beard from his face. “No way!!”

“Who knows, maybe it would set a good example for the children to see Mommy and Daddy kiss–just a thought. Why, are you afraid?”  Hikaru shrugged his shoulders and smirked at their illustrious king. It wasn’t that Tamaki was afraid, it wasn’t uncommon in European cultures to share affection in such a way–a peck on the cheek wasn’t a big deal, even between two men.  "No!! That's not it at all!" Tamaki cried. However, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness at the thought of kissing his best friend.  His stomach felt like it held a million fluttering butterflies inside.

Still…he had forgotten Kyoya’s gift at home.  He was able to give everyone else their gifts, except his best friend and that thought alone ate away at the blond; he had to do something. 

With a huff, Tamaki snatched the mistletoe from Kaoru and strode over to Kyoya.  Tamaki gently grabbed Kyoya’s chin and—with his other hand—held the mistletoe high above their heads.  The blond leaned in close and brushed his cheek against Kyoya’s before he placed a soft kiss on his best friend’s cheek. He lingered there a second longer than what was necessary; Tamaki pulled back and looked into Kyoya's slate-grey eyes. He offered his best friend a bright and genuine smile.   “Merry Christmas, mon ami.”

@team-chaotics

[kodacozy]

Kyoya smut/fluff headcanons or a one shot? if not Kyoya, could it be L from Death Note?

Of course! Thank you for the request! I went ahead and did headcannons for both :)

Kyoya Ootori

○ Do not date a host if you get insecure

○ this boy struggles with self expression. He can be kind but it will be in private

○ A hand hold alone in a classroom, a quick peck in the music room while he's doing expense reports

○ When word broke you two were dating, he expected to lose business, however quite the opposite happened

○ apparently these girls liked the idea of fighting for a man

○ Plus now they see that dating a host is possible

○ business boomed so the club got a happy Kyoya for a couple weeks

○ He will not stand for bullying, he has watchdogs making sure no other person is harassing you for dating him

○ He was nervous about introducing you to the club, luckily things went fine at first

○ He did smack Tamaki over the head with his notebook for flirting with you

○ He send you flowers constantly, every week you have a new bouquet at your door "To show how my love for you blossoms-Kyoya" on a little attached card

○ after a while of dating he will bring you home, he likes to lay in bed with you, just running his fingers through your hair

○ "Will you come join me tomorrow for lunch, my love?" He'll ask quietly while holding you. And he'll smile and hum at your affirmation

🚫🔞🚫 smut ahead!!

● More of a soft dom, bc of his father he doesn't like being too physically rough with someone.

● Big into dirty talk. he loves to say things that'll make your heart race

● Doesn't care about body size, big, little, he's probably seen a lot considering who he is, so no judgment

● Loves it when you dress up for him, not some skimpy lingerie though, he likes something classier. A neglige with some intricate bottoms maybe.

● He is assertive, won't yell, but he is naturally intimidating so he'll stare you down until you're squirming

● "You look cute," with a smirk and a raised brow "All for me?"

● !GROANS! not super vocal during it, but he groans low and long

● when he finishes he always make sure to pull out (even wearing a condom)

● Sorry if it disappoints, he can't risk a child with his families status.

● awkward with aftercare, he'll try though and bring you a clean damp rag and a water

● he'll have a servant bring some fruit and sweets up for you both afterwards

● Will hold you and kiss you until you fall asleep

he's a good boyfriend. Make sure to give him his space now and then, be honest, and give him time to be vulnerable and you two have a bright future!

L/Lawliet

○ You two met because of the police

○ Matsuda forgot some important documents and they sent you, the receptionist to deliver them

○ Wrong place wrong time

○ you were quickly apprehended by L's security and brought to an interrogation room

○ the officers working on the case saw you and cleared the confusion, due to the breach though he had you in a monitored room

○ L gave you a formal apology in writing and had it delivered to your room

○ You wrote a letter back and thats how this relationship started

○ He would watch you smile and wrote your letters to him

○ eventually you meet in person he was scared you'd be put off by his appearance and mannerisms, however you still smiled and bowed

○ He invited you to his observation room, a tower of sweets beside him, he sits down and you follow suit

○ You two talk for hours and enjoy the treats

○ as the night creeps on you decide to return to your room, standing up you lean over and kiss his cheek

○ once you're out of the room he reaches up and cups his face where you kissed

○ "I could actually fall for her..." He stares off, brain working at nitro speeds

○ "Watari? Tomorrow send a car for Mrs. y/n please, I'd like to take her to dinner."

○ no publicity, however he doesn't mind being close to you around his team

○ likes when you sit on his lap (you can't be too big for this man)

🚫🔞🚫 smut ahead!!

● Very soft and easy going

● he isn't experienced at all but he does plenty of research to make up for it

● makes sure he has all of the appropriate items to give you a good time

● he's a munch

● likes to lay down and have you sit on his face, he'll be content for hours

● Definitely has a thing for breeding

● He loves the idea of having a family with you and caring for you as his life partner

● He talks quite warm when you two are in the act

● Light moans and sighs

● Likes to hold you close, favorite position is you in his lap so he can hug you

● goes wild when you blow him

● hands gripping his desk, head thrown back

● one day you slide under his desk and pull his cock out, came immediately at the thought of being caught

● great at aftercare, holds you, gives you water and food, covers you in blankets and turns on the TV so you can cuddle up for a little while

He is a great boyfriend. When you see him that is. He is dedicated in every sense of the word. He will never cheat on you, but you may go awhile without talking to him. Hang tight for this to be over and your relationship will be stronger than ever