#the host x male reader

[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Game Show Host Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I saw this request and was like this is such a cool request but what if we made him an evil game show host. Like one that would put contestants in deadly scenarios.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host who kidnaps all of the contestants and forces them to play this twisted game that he created for money. Don’t worry though, he rigged the entire game to be in your favor. It was discreet enough for the viewers not to really care but apparent enough for you to notice the favoritism. Did you care? Hell no!! As long as you were getting paid you and survived this whole ordeal could give a rats ass about what happened next. Even when you do manage to get certain questions wrong, he will just brush it off and pretend that it was just a warm up question. The contestants are definitely seething whenever they see this happening.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is a psychopath by nature. In each round, he presents the contestants with morally ambiguous dilemmas, enticing them with promises of grand rewards while dangling the threat of dire consequences for failure. Whether it's forcing them to choose between betraying a fellow contestant or facing a treacherous obstacle, he revels in their anguish, relishing the psychological torment he inflicts.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host is doing everything in his power to make sure that you win the game. He can’t have his poor baby feeling upset if they fail to win the grand prize. He would absolutely give out the most insane questions that practically no one knows the answer to. The punishment for getting a few questions wrong is mutilation of certain body parts and if you get too many questions wrong then you’ll end up being sent to your death. While everyone is basically being tortured in their punishments, he’d never allow that to happen to you. At most he’d probably just flick your forehead and call it a day. I imagine that most of the people watching the show are people who paid for the contestants to be kidnapped and be brought there against their wishes. Everyone who is put onto his show is a horrible person, including yourself, and have done something to be warranted to be there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host bends all the rules of the game for you, providing subtle hints or covert assistance to ensure your safety. Although he has a strong desire to see others in pain and suffering, his love for you is stronger. At first justifies these actions as preserving the "entertainment value" of the show, but deep down, he's driven by an inexplicable desire to protect you.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host would baby you during your time there. He’d make a fuss whenever you tried to do anything remotely dangerous or touch some blood. I could totally see him using a baby voice to try to convince you to stop what you're doing. He has no shame, and everyone is looking at him with utter disbelief/confusion on their faces.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Oh No! Please don’t go over there! You might slip from all the blood on the ground! Come here let me carry you across.”

Viewers: “…”

The contestant with their leg cut off: “…”

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host thrives on the power he wields over his contestants, reveling in their suffering as they navigate his challenges. As the game progresses, his demeanor grows more twisted, enjoying the contestants' internal conflicts and emotional turmoil. He taunts them with mocking laughter, reveling in their discomfort and manipulating their decisions to heighten the drama. God forbid that you manage to develop a crush on someone while you are there. He’d absolutely lose it and do everything in his power to crush them. You best believe that he’s going to keep them alive for as long as possible and give them the worst punishments known to man.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host has cameras everywhere and when it's time for the contestants to rest for the night he’s going to be observing you. He’s a loser who doesn’t really know how to act around you without becoming a mess. In his spare time, he likes to just watch you through the cameras and imagine himself right next to you. He’s absolutely delulu about your feelings towards him and believes that you feel the same way. Even when you do manage to win this fucked up game, he’s not letting you go. There’s no way that he’s letting you leave after you managed to steal his heart. After this is all over, he’s taking you to his house and locking you there.

🌟 Yandere! Game Show Host holds pride in knowing how many people are at the mercy of his hand. Has a minor God complex and has this skewed mindset about how everyone else is beneath him besides you. Believes that you were made just for him and that you're his one true love. Would rather die than give you up or allow anyone to “take you away from him”. He’s like an annoying roach and almost impossible to get rid of. He’s making sure to stay with you for as long as possible.

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Yandere! Game Show Host strides onto the stage with a wicked gaze, his piercing gaze fixed on the contestants. His voice, a chilling blend of charm and malice, booms through the speakers as he welcomes the participants with a mocking flourish. Thom who were strapped onto a table with heavy objects over their heads.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright contestant number one, what is the mass of the Sun divided by Planck's constant in nanometers.

Contestant One: “HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!?!?!”

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Unfortunately, that's not the correct answer. You’ll now be facing the consequences.” In a matter of seconds, the heavy object comes flying down with alarming speed. Upon impact, it mercilessly crushes against their skull, unleashing an overwhelming and unimaginable force that distorts bone and flesh. Yandere! Game Show Host then makes his way towards you and begins to speak.

Yandere! Game Show Host: “Alright, it's your turn now. No pressure, I know you’ll do great just take your time. Okay what’s 1 + 1?”

You: “2.”

Yandere! Game Show Host: "Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it."

Other Contestants: “What the hell!?!? How is this fair!?!!

[ozzgin]

I love your work! you have such a fun take on yandere's and I would love to see what kind of yandere hcs you could cook up for a host-club / paid to go on dates with you yandere ❤️ double points if you can make it so that the reader is never really one to cross a line or think the yandere really likes them...

If you don't want to do this prompt tho I completely understand ❤️

The idea makes me a little nostalgic as it gives me Ouran vibes. Also reminded me I've never played 'Men of Yoshiwara' past the prologue, which also has male courtesans ready to service you. In any case, it's definitely something I can expand on! :)

Yandere! Host x Reader

You've never considered yourself to be the type frequenting host clubs. Yet the loneliness is becoming noticeable and perhaps it's your lack of experience keeping you out of the dating scene. Mingling with paid professionals could prepare you for a future boyfriend. Except your assigned host has other plans in mind for you.

Content: gender neutral reader, inexperienced reader, obsessive behavior, manipulation

Ah, you definitely don't belong here. He can tell within seconds and he hasn't even reached the table yet. You're nervously readjusting the sleeves of your shirt - do you usually not wear such outfits? - and merely glance around the room for a brief moment before casting your eyes back down in sheepish modesty. Well, not necessarily a sight of unpreceded novelty. Many people are intrigued by the idea of a host club, so even just idle curiosity is enough incentive for one to end up among the charismatic crowd of paid affections. Today it's you who has stumbled into the hungry mouth of the wolf, and he happens to be the one to entertain you away from whatever unpleasantries are currently consuming you.

He gently stretches his slender fingers across your shoulder, a feathery touch light enough as to not startle you. You look up and acknowledge his presence, ready to stand up for introductions. His hold on you is firm, letting you know there is no need to leave the comfort of your sofa. "Now then, this isn't a job interview. You don't need to be so formal." He explains with a chuckle. You nod. Embarrassingly enough, your eyes are glued to his face for longer than what you'd consider polite admiration. A waste of good looks is your immediate thought. Surely someone as stunning as him could've worked as a model or actor. You suspect he isn't as enthusiastic to meet you as his voice leads one to believe, so the ability to pretend certainly isn't missing.

One peek at the table next to you, and the answer quickly presents itself. An older woman is inspecting the menu, surrounded by multiple bottles of champagne whose name even you recognize. You doubt the average acting career could provide this amount of luxury. The corners of your lips curl slightly upwards in a pitiful self awareness. Sadly for this guy, you're not a big spender. Whether he, too, is aware of this disappointing fact is impossible to tell. His handsome features remain cheerfully relaxed. "Tell me about yourself. What brings a darling like you here?" He inquires graciously, resting his chin on the back of his hands as he settles before you with an intent gaze.

You narrate your hardship: whether because of your looks or your awkwardness, something impedes you from having acquired a partner; and so the idea of gaining experience through less orthodox means came to fruition. Your host listens carefully, refilling your glass every now and then with a compassionate frown, lips parted in unspoken sympathy. Of course, he understands. Naturally. Once you're finished, he straightens himself in newfound determination: worry not, he will be your coach in love.

Thus begins the unusual partnership. You hadn't expected the man to readily agree to such a ridiculous request. A handful of visits have made it clear to you he's in high demand, most likely one of the top earners. Why would he waste his precious (and otherwise profitable) time with a humble customer like you? Maybe it's bad form to refuse lower paid offers too often, so he's keeping you for balance. You'll never know. His professionalism betrays no hint of annoyance.

You cannot help but marvel at his masterful lying. It becomes quite clear to you why so many people fall helplessly in love with paid hosts. Everything is executed with the utmost care for detail. The loving caress of the cheek he occasionally initiates, seemingly unprompted. The long, ardent stares into your eyes, as you must practice your eye contact. His hot lips brushing against your fingers while he spoils you with diminutives and sickly sweet words of appreciation.

You frequently have to remind yourself that everything is dictated by a contract. A code of conduct meant to be replicated for you and all other clients coming afterwards. How many other poor souls fawn over this alluring devil? You wouldn't want to burden him with an additional customer who forgets boundaries. You know your place too well.

Admirable manners. Frustratingly so. He wishes you'd just give in already and drop the shy act around him. You've caught his interest from the moment he spotted you in that cluttered, crowded room reeking of overpriced alcohol and solitude. Everything about you signaled blindingly clear: you're someone others can easily take advantage of. To think you would've landed right in his hands, to be molded as he pleases. The little sob story about being inexperienced with men, your clumsy attempts to follow along his flirts. Oh, you're just begging to be defiled. Again, and again and again, until there's nothing left of you. Then he'd caringly patch you back together and start anew. His very own corner of innocence.

The indecent daydreams are cut short when you proudly announce, during one of your dates, that you finally feel confident enough to pursue a genuine partner. You have booked a nice hotel room for this occasion; One last gesture of grandeur to show your gratitude for all the advice and love (even though it wasn't genuine). He's sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, dumbfounded, fiddling with the thick, ornate border of the bed runner. Huh? What the hell are you talking about? He's spent all this time getting to know you. What gets you flustered and bothered, what makes you excited, sad, anxious, angry, bored. He taught you how to come out of your shell. Why, so you can go ahead and waste yourself on some fucking idiot?

"My, aren't you eager. You haven't even had your first kiss." He says with a cheeky smile. "I think I can manage-" you want to say, but he quickly interrupts with a curt: "No one likes an amateur kisser". You're immediately silenced. His voice sounds cold, with a hint of anger in it. "I'm sorry, darling love, it's true." He resumes in an entirely different tonality, dragging his words with an eerie kindness attached to them. He tuts a little, turning towards you and patting his knees. There, there, don't look so deflated. If a simple observation like his hurt you this much, how would you handle the much meaner, downright heartless world out there?

Such is reality. Men are cruel and you had the bad luck to be born with a gentle heart. He delicately guides you to sit in his lap, cupping your burning face between his large hands. He knows this expression too well - you're humiliated. And thus, can he truly allow anyone else out there to see you so vulnerable like this? No, this kind of intimacy is reserved for him. You must understand. He has disciplined you to his liking, and simultaneously learned all the nooks and crannies of your being. It's too late to go back to a simple host and client relationship.

"Why don't you practice with me first, love?" He breaks the silence, placing his lips against your forehead in encouragement. You feel a sudden pressure faintly throbbing underneath you. "T-the kiss?" You ask hesitantly, trying to ignore the sensation and squirming in his tightening hold.

"Everything."

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere Host x reader

Gonna try a new writing style for this one

Yandere host~ Who was on the job charming his clients and giving them a false sense of worth when you walked in

Yandere host~ Who couldn't deny that you were very beautiful, and he couldn't wait to toy with you.

Yandere host~ Who was shocked and offended when you pushed him away and said it was your friend that had a hosting appointment not you.

Yandere host~ Who did indeed charm your friend but glanced at you every time as a desperate attempt to make you jealous or convince you to make an appointment yourself.

Yandere host~ Who was stunned and flabbergasted to find out that you weren't interested in him at all how couldn't you like him he's so pretty.

Yandere host~ Who decided to get close to your friend to get closer to you which did indeed work.

Yandere host~ Who was thrilled to find out that you'd be making host appointments, but that joy turned into jealousy and heartbreak when he found out you made appointments for other hosts and not him.

Yandere host~ Who would ignore his clients and stare at you from across the room with jealous eyes burning holes into the people that would host you.

Yandere host~ Who asks your friend everything about you which makes the whole thing about you not her.

Yandere host~ Who genuinely falls in love with you after hearing more and more about you.

Yandere host~ Who constantly asks you out and gets pouty and sulky every time you reject him only to ask you again the next day.

Yandere host~ Who one by one "gets rid of" all the other hosts so you'll have no choice but to let him host you.

Yandere host ~ Who's the definition of clingy and loves your personal space and is the equivalent to a puppy when you're around.

Yandere host~ Who always slips something into your tea and you always wake up in his embrace or with marks on your neck and chest (or both more often then not).

Yandere host~ Who will do anything and I mean anything or your attention and much more for your affection.

"Why can't you love me? It can't be that hard..."

Remember Jesus loves y'all and he's the truth the way and will forgive and deliver us if we put our faith in him.♥

[heartfullofleeches]

Reflection

Yan Show Host Drabble

[CW: Self Depreciation/Hatred]

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"Repulsive."

BZZZT

"Fuck up."

BZZZZZT

"Mistake."

BZZZZZT BZZZZT BZZZZ-

That damned buzzer. How many more times do you have to hear it before you completely lose your hearing- Every blare a deafening reminder of what you already know to be true; what you can't fix. Pardon from the head-splitting whir of sound emerges in the form of the soft click of another's tongue.

Host sucks air through his teeth; a questionable feat granted his lack thereof. "Oooo- So close, but no cigar- Care to give it another try?"

Co-Host Enrichment Program- That's what he called it. Tossing you in a pitch black room covered wall to wall in mirrors was his idea of improving the mentality wired into your brain over decades of the world tell you, you aren't- Smart enough. Attractive enough. Good enough. Not even to exist.

"Host, I can't do this.. I...I don't know what you want me to say! Just tell me! ....please...."

If anyone can hear you out there, your appeals for freedom are disregarded. Such the same as you and what you've wanted throughout your whole life.

"I will repeat the question one final time. What do you see when you at yourself look in the mirror?"

"Nothing!" What he is seeing that you aren't? Same, lips, same eyes, same deep rooted hatred in yourself you'll never be able to separate from. It's apart of you, embedded in you. The only thing that's not there are the people who prove the negative voices swirling in your head right.

"It's just me...." You weep; depleted of all energy as you slump lifelessly to the floor. "It's just me....."

Ding! Ding Ding!

A new chime- It's a blessing to the shot sensitivities of your eardrums. Your eyelids scrutch, straining under the harsh light seeping. Muscles in your legs twitch as the tap of a polished heel rings out.

"There's a certain saying that comes to mind whenever I hear those awful things you mutter to yourself in your dressing room."

Footsteps leisurely descend the doorway to your freedom. Your spent feels weightless as it is lifted from its crumpled placement on the ground.

" "You're your own worst critic." It's something I'd like you to keep in mind going forward. As your employer, and as someone who cares so deeply for you."

[reallyromealone]

Title: beach!

Fandom: ouran high host club

Characters: host club and child reader

Warnings: fluff, cute, big brother Tamaki, male reader, child male reader

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(Name) Was excited as the maids helped him get ready, today his brother was taking him to the beach! The maids packed his swim trunks and clothes and beach supplies, his grandma giving him money to buy some things as they didn't want him having unlimited money as he was four after all.

It also helped him learn the value of money.

"Less go!" (Name) Squealed as he climbed down the stairs, his little Kuma shirt and summer shorts and sneakers, the family learning fast that the little one was an outdoor kid and dressed him accordingly. "Tama! Come on!" He called as Tamaki came out in his summer clothes and sunglasses "you look amazing!" Tamaki always hyped his brother up, (name) doing a little dance before letting his brother lift him up and carry him to the limo.

(Name) Chatted away with his brother, all the beach things he wanted to do as the blond listened to his ramblings happily, excited to have this with his brother.

"YOYA!" (name) Squealed as he ran to his brothers best friend and hugged his leg "my, aren't you excited for the beach" Kyoya patted his head and (name) beamed as the rest of the host club got ready, Haruhi taking his little hand "lets find some shells" she offered the child and (name) grabbed his plastic bucket and ran off with her as Tamaki watched fondly, the boy doing a little dance as he found a shell.

"Tama! Look!" (Name) Returned half hour later with a shell "for you!" He beamed and handed the teen a tiny conch "aww! You're so sweet! Come, let's go build a sand castle!"

When evening rolled around, Tamaki held (name) on his hip and held his bucket of shells in the other "(name)... It's time for dinner" he said sweetly to the boy who was falling asleep on his shoulder "crab?"

"Yup, fresh crab"

"Bread?"

"Yes there's bread as well"

"Butter?"

"(Name) There's all the foods you like" Tamaki joked at the boy who stretched slightly before being placed in his seat, a booster chair ready for him.

"Night night Tama" (name) said as he was tucked into bed, wearing his ocean themed pajamas as Tamaki tucked him in, a ritual between them "night, (nickname)" tamaki said sweetly, wanting to give his brother what he was robbed of.

[nanamis-princess]

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Night troubles

Synopsis: they wake up from a nightmare:(

Genre: angst with a hint of fluff

T/w: nightmares, possibly ptsd?

Multiple x gn reader (separate)

Nobody likes their sleep disturbed. Abruptly woken from a sickening nightmare, It just felt so real. Once they realized it was in fact a night terror, they roll over facing you. You’re peacefully sleeping, taking up most of the bed. They felt the weight leave their chest and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Deep down they’d never forgive themself if something happened to you, they don’t even want to picture what it’d be like without you. listening to your soft breathing and your movement against the sheets as you get comfortable again knocks them out of the thoughts of the dream. They very slowly & gently locks their fingers with yours, not wanting to wake you. They press a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting comfortable. The smell of your body wash and the mixture of the fresh sheets helps them drift back asleep.

-Nanami, Gojo, Yuji & Megumi (jjk)

-Aizawa, Fatgum, Midnight, Bakugo, Todoroki, All might (mha)

-Sanji, Zoro, Robin, Ussop & Koby (one piece)

-Mori, Kyoya, Hikaru & Kasanoda (ohshc)

-Cole Cassidy, Odessa stone aka junker queen, hanzo, Baptiste & Ashe. (Overwatch)

A/n: hello my loves, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted and sorry it’s like sad lol. But anyways don’t forget to do something nice for yourself today! Drink some water!

[der7py]

Yandere Radio host x reader

Victor Rodriguez was the most popular radio host there was to date! He had late night talks shows, was always on the evening and morning radio, and was super charismatic! Only problem? He didn't have a co-star. But you'd make a lovely co-star.

Warnings: Mature language, addresses being leaked (only to yandere), stalking, car tampering, hero complex, mentions of abusive households

You swear that Victor was always on the air! Day and night, on every station. You could've sworn nobody listened to radio anymore! But apparently, with this new hotshot, everybody did now.

It's not that you disliked the man. He didn't do anything wrong. Surprisingly, unlike other radio hosts, he wasn't that boastful. But you were just sick of hearing him all the damn time.

Eventually, you tuned in (your friends wanted you to listen to him for once), and you made the mistake of accidentally calling in.

"Hello, this is Victor Rodriguez speaking! Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" Oh wow, he answered the radio like it was just a normal contact in his phone!

You two had a surprising, really meaningful conversation! He didn't talk over you, poke fun at you for his listeners, and actually remembered things about you in the short time you talked.

You actually emailed him (he has a work email), and he responded back! You two emailed for a bit before exchanging numbers since you had made plans to hang out with him!

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Shit! You were running late! Your car just wouldn't start, and now you don't even know if he's still there. But before you could call a mechanic, a black car pulled into your driveway, and a very concerned Victor immediately jumped out of his car. "Are you okay? You didn't show up for a while, and I was worried if you got into an accident!" You felt your face heat up and start to turn pink. No man had ever done what he did. Usually, they just got impatient and left at the first minute. But Victor... he actually went looking for you. To make sure you were safe.

"Yeah sorry, my car just won't fucking start." You explained, pointing at your car which was a pretty old model. Victor cocked his head, peering into the car, before looking back at you. "You got tools so we can pop the hood up? Maybe it's the engine." What happened next you had no control over. It was magic even. You opened the hood, grabbed a toolbox out of your garage, and handed it to him. In the next 30 minutes, he had fixed whatever problem your car had.

Victor turned back to look at you with a goofy smile, and you swore your heart was moving a mile too fast. "All done! But the ice cream parlor is probably closing by now. Do you wanna just hang out here?" He asked, and you nodded your head immediately. It was surprisingly a really nice day with him! You both had a cookout, lounged in the sun, and even had a water balloon fight. You were having so much fun, you let one thing slip your mind.

How the hell did he know where you lived.

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Okay, so maybe he has every caller's address show to him and only him so he can stay safe. It's not his fault! He didn't know if his step-dad was still looking for him.

After he ran away from his abusive household (promising his mother and little siblings, he'd come back and save them from his step-dad's wrath), he immediately got picked up from a small radio station who needed a new radio host after the last one quit.

Clearly, he was better than what he expected because now he had worked his way up to the top radio station and was on nearly every channel!

So when you called in, he just expected a regular old caller, like always. But you... you were different. You actually talked to him. You made him feel alive in a way he didn't know was possible.

So he may have copied your address down just in case he needed to give you a surprise visit, but hey, who's really paying attention? Not him, and apparently not you either cause you did not have a care in the world when he showed up at your house.

You didn't even know that your car was perfectly fine the night before. But it's okay! Because he got to come to the rescue when your car wouldn't start! Even if he was the one who fucked up your engine so he could play hero.

But it's fine! Cause you didn't care, and let him play the hero. You let him be your savior! And that was perfect for him. You were perfect.

Just let him keep playing the hero. You need a hero in this world with someone as perfect as you. Just keep tuning in, and let him save you.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Ootori Kyoya - "Follow Through"

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In which after trying to find your assigned room at Ootori Kyoya's family beach house, you stumble upon said man's room and he teasingly offers you a risqué proposition. Or; In which a certain vice president of the Host Club is caught off guard by your seriousness in accepting his joking offer.(In this fic, you take the place of Haruhi.)

Warnings –> Mildly Suggestive!

                                                                                                   

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You took him in as he held himself above you; completely unfazed by the provocative position he's put the two of you in. His dark hair is still damp, and misty droplets of water occasionally fall onto the duvet and soak into the fabric. The gaze he held was serious but somehow you could tell he was only doing this to get a reaction from you.

To pay your debt with your body...

The proposition that Kyoya had offered had come out of left field for you, and yet you still found yourself considering it. Somehow...— somehow, you didn't mind settling your debt that way, especially if it was with him. You certainly found him attractive and this could be your opportunity to stake your claim on him.

In thought, you raise your arms to gently run your hands up his toned chest; snaking them around his neck after your hands find his shoulders. You humm, running your index and middle fingers down the length of his spine, pulling an involuntary shiver from the man above you. Kyoya squeezed his eyes shut at the pleasant feeling, still awaiting your reaction.

"...Alright. Do you want to do it now?"

You muttered quietly, tightening your hold on him as you absent-mindedly toy with the shorter locks of hair at his nape.

You could feel him freeze under your touch; whether in shock or confusion, you did not know. His dark eyes snap open and lock with your own; they're wide and filled with an inner turmoil completely unknown to you. All you offer him is your own gaze; eyes half-lidded as you peel back his complex layers with only a look. Kyoya looked as though he couldn't even speak; the witty remarks he could've offered seemingly vanished from his mind.

"I— What?"

The bespectacled boy choked out; unable to hide just how far he'd been taken aback.

His brows furrowed as he reopened his eyes; searching your face for any sign that you're just messing with him. Brownish-grey eyes crinkled at the corners as he tried to wrap his head around just how his little joke turned into something so potentially serious.

"You'll have to take it slow with me, okay? I'm not very experienced in things like this."

You purr at him, looking up with hooded eyes that coax him to relax and fall into you.

Kyoya is still; unmoving as he stares into your eyes, unable to look away. In some sense, he's in awe of you. How you can be so bold and direct in what you want amazes him to the point that he finds it annoying. Annoying but oh-so-attractive. Your chuckling brings him from his headspace; reality fades back into view.

His naked back is against the damp duvet and your soft hand is resting on his stomach. You're standing now; looking down on him with a sort of amused softness. After a few soft pats from your hand, you turn and make your way to his bedroom door.

"You shouldn't make suggestions that you can't follow through on, my dear."

Those are the words that you left him with.

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[mxshr0mz]

tamaki would unironically listen to im just ken

[oppopotamus]

WAHHJ I LOVE YOUR BLOG IT MAKES ME HAPPY THAT MALE!READERS ARE GETTING MORE ATTENTION!!!!!1! okay my bad may you pretty please write some nsfw headcanons for tamaki suoh with a soft!dom m!reader where he’s intimating like your previous tamaki hcs but he’s gentle?? thankyou in advance <3

intimidating pt. 2

tamaki suoh x male reader

ty new fav anon <33 this was kinda short srry :(

Warning: nsfw

You were intimidating in every which way, except when you and Tamaki were alone. Most were scared of you, though you'd never hurt a fly, they were intimidated. More so than Mori.

Tamaki and no idea that when you both started dating that you'd be so... Gentle.

Tamaki was prepared to be thrown around and sex with you to be rough but actually that's not the case at all.

You were always so very gentle with him.

Tamaki was honestly a bit scared at first, but when you started tracing your hands over his body so gently all his worries melted away.

Tamaki was squirming as you whispered the sweetest words of encouragement into his ears.

Tamaki would shiver as you kissed his lips to his cheeks then neck then all the way down till you got to his thighs.

You'd take such good care of him.

You'd whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you ever so gently stroked him.

He'd cry and beg until you sped up.

You worshipped Tamaki. You'd always be in control but still completely infatuated with him.

He'd be calling you such a good boy as you fucked him.

Oh and he was utterly obsessed with how you'd take care of him once it's done.

You'd bathe him and rub his shoulders till ge felt better, you'd gently run your hands through his hair.

[gelus-ugs]

male! reader going to the host club to find out what all the buzz is about and seeing Hikaru and calling him a pretty boy/ flirting with him and flustering Hikaru half to death? (maybe he bounces back or smth)?

(also the saiki one shot was super good! :) )

Pretty Boy~ Hikaru x Reader

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Male reader

I’m sorry if this is ooc and awkward- I haven’t written for OHSHC in a while 😭

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You stared at the large, pink doors before you, questioning why you were even here. You had agreed to visit the Host Club on behalf of your friends’ begging, but now that you were actually here, you were confused on what to do.

You had no idea how a host club worked, you’ve never even heard of one until your friends began to yap about the one at your school. You sighed, beginning to reach for a door handle.

These doors aren’t gonna open themselves.

You had no idea what to expect when opening the door to the music room, but it definitely wasn’t a face full of petals falling from god knows where. You were inside, so where did the petals come from?

The room was buzzing with life. Women were everywhere as they crowded in groups, seemingly for the purpose of getting flirted with from one of the few men. You had no idea what you were watching as you spotted your friends squealing over a blonde haired kid innocently eating cake.

What the hell is this club..?

As you continued to scan the room, you spotted a familiar redhead sitting alone, his attention focused on a small gaming console in his hands. You quietly made your way over to the male, suddenly placing your hands on his shoulders as you uttered a, ‘Boo!’

The male flinched, his gaming console nearly flying out of his hands as the screen displayed the large words ‘GAME OVER’. He turned around, only for his eyes to widen in confusion,

“[Y/n]? What’re you doing here?”

You simply shrugged, taking a seat next to the redhead,

“Well, my friends insisted that I visit the Host Club and said that I’d like it, but I have no idea what I’m doing here. All I see is women fawning over some men”

You looked around the room before looking back at Hikaru,

“So, what is this ‘Host Club’? What’s the point and what do you guys do?”

Hikaru’s breath hitched as he bashfully looked away,

“Well..we basically flirt with girls”

You raised your eyebrow in interest,

“Oh? And why aren’t you flirting with any girls?”

“I don’t have any clients at the moment”

Hikaru mumbled, embarrassed that he had gotten caught being apart of such a club. You smiled, placing your index finger under his chin and turning his head to look at you,

“Well, I can be your client for the time being, pretty boy~”

[heartfullofleeches]

[Suggestive]

Host and Co-Host Darling disappearing during halftime only to return wearing each other’s vests. Bonus if Darling's notably shorter so they're swimming in his and Darling's vest is a brighter, vibrant color as opposed to the greys Host wears-

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"What were you two doing backstage?"

Co-Host Darling: Playing chess.

Host: Well, isnt that's funny- I don't recall removing your clothes as a rule, but you learn something new everyday! Shall we move on on with the program?

[reallyromealone]

Heyo broski can I get like cooking club reader x host club poly fluff where like reader makes sure they all eat and there like besties with haruhi etc ?

Sure!

(name) and haruhi had a close bond, the two being commoners in a hella rich school and trying to handle the madness that comes with it.

(Name) was in the cooking club, the teen excelling in it and wanting to go into the culinary field.

The host club noticed haruhi having nicer lunches and that was the catalyst for them meeting (name), the sweetheart of the cooking club.

It took them months to woo him, showing they're more than a what they show during club hours.

"Come in! The foods almost ready" (name) said dressed in nicer comfy clothes as his boyfriends have him kisses before sitting at the low table "haruhi!" (Name) said excited as the two caught up, the host club watching fondly as they went to the kitchen to finish dinner.

"He's so wonderful..." Tamaki said with heart eyes and haruhi poked her head out "(name) wants one of you to set the table and bring out the drinks" the host club looked at each other but Kyoya was the one who stood up and did it...but not out of the goodness of his heart.

Kyoya dutifully set the table and brought out the pitcher and (name) kissed his cheek thankfully "thank you darling" he said sitting beside him and the others realized his game as he kissed his temple in return.

The club loved his food, it tasted like safety and warmth.

The twins kept trying to feed (name) as hunny devoured his meal, Mori and Kyoya the only ones not being crazy and haruhi scolded the others for not eating.

Things like this filled (name) with warmth, being surrounded by loved ones.

He never wanted it to end.

[rustycopper4use]

Could I request a Mori x m!reader fic, oneshot

Basically, reader likes to crossdress and acts like a girl and no one at the school(forgot the name of the school the host club is on) and Mori is the only one to know somehow?

Smudged Kisses From An Angel

 A mori x male reader request.

  You were just like another male student in Ouran Academy, you came from money, as the sole heir to japans biggest makeup company.

 The only difference was you like to use your family’s products.   

  Your father could care less about this, his just pleased that you’re promoting his products.

 You liked feminine clothing, dresses, skirts, and heels. You adored makeup of all forms. Something about the form of expression made you feel like yourself. 

 You would even wear this to school, no one said anything really, till one day you figured out why. 

  You overheard a group of boys talking about you! And you figured out everyone thought you were a girl. Of course this didn’t bother you, you didn’t care if people saw you as one or the other. After a few weeks during the new school semester, you were searched out by a flamboyant blonde.

 Apparently you gain some popularity and admirers for your looks. And now you were invited to be the host clubs first official hostess! You didn’t bother to correct the blonde.

  You were referred as the flirtatious type, you’ve never flirted a day in your life, but you were bit of a theatrical person and loved playing roles.

 Since then you’ve been gaining more and more popularity, and love notes.

 You tend to be more closer with Mori, and Haruhi.

 However you and Mori tended to be around each other more often, it got to the point where you two had your own minor fan club, people who adored the silent type with a confident flirt.

 You enjoyed the calm he brought around him, a comfortable silence.

 He would listen to your rants, your endless knowledge of makeup and style theories. He never made you feel like you’re being too much or boring him.

 Everything about him felt easy, nothing was forced. Which led you to fall head over heels. 

 It was like he put a spell on you. Your heart skips a beat seeing him, you felt very aware how hot your face got. And every thought was about him. 

 You were done for.

After many sleepless nights, rewriting the same note only to decide to just do it in person.

 But before you could celebrate, a dreadful realization hits you like a truck.

 He wasn’t aware of that you were a male, sure you could lie about it but in the end you couldn’t do it in good faith.

 You knew he wouldn’t do anything bad if he found out, but still there was a sliver of doubt plaguing your mind.

 And with a heavy heart you would have to tell him.

 You made your way to the Host room, dreaded every step closer, heart beating faster. You would rather crawl home and hide forever right at the moment.

 You open the door with a shaky sigh. You saw the club already with there guests, you walk towards Mori, rehearsing your script in your head.

 “Sorry ladies. Do you mind if I borrow Mori?” You smiled, trying to ignore how nauseous you are.

 A few girls swooned, jumping to less than savoury conclusions.

 “Mori do you mind?” 

 He gets up and follows you. You lead him to an empty room, out of earshot from the rest of the club.

 You took a nervous inhale.

“Uh- sorry for dragging you away from you guests but uh-… I just have something I really needed to say. I really liked you, and have for a while now..” 

 Mori opens his mouth to say something but you stop him.

 “-And before you say anything, I uh- just wanted you to be aware that I’m not really.. um a girl you know? I’m a guy that likes to dress feminine, and act as such. Sorry if it’s weird, or makes You uncomfortable, but uh-“ you nervously play at your manicure nails.

 “-I’m happy the way I am, I just thought you should know. So I’m not disappointing you or something.” Your voice got quieter which each word.

 You looked off to the side, not wanting to see his reaction.

 After what felt like hours of torturing silence, Mori finally spoke.

  “I already knew about that. You have to worry about it.” He calmly spoke.

  “How? No one else knew, not like it was a secret but.” Your heart was pounding in your ears.

 “Because’ I’ve overheard you and Haruhi talk about it.” Mori explained.

  “I- of course it was that simple.” You groaned.

  “And here I was gonna cry and ruin my makeup, over something you already knew about.” 

 “But that still doesn’t answered one question.” You look up at him.

 “Do you actually like me?” You nervously spoke.

 He gave a soft smile before giving a nod.

 “Of course I do.”

Your heart was beating faster than possible. Your face flushed a deeper colour.

  “Uh- can I kiss you then?” You gave a shaky smile.

 He smiled and pulled you in.

He touch left bolts of electric throughout your body, and you pulled back with a smile.

 “That’s a good colour on you.” You teased, noticing the lipstick mark on his lips.

 Before he could questioned you, you pulled him back in. You kissed him back with you more in control now. You kissed all over his face, and a few on his neck and collarbone for good mesure.

 “Now that my heart isn’t about to leap out of my chest, I have to ask, are you few tomorrow?” You grinned.

 You guys left the room half an hour later. You looked amazing, your makeup still in perfect quality.

 However the same can’t be said for Mori. His hair was ruffled, and now he covered in your shade of lipstick. You dropped him off back to his group.

 “Sorry for taking so long.” You cooed at the group. They fangirled out over Mori’s state.

 You left with a grin.

AHHHGG I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH <333 THank you for this idea!!

[joonie7007]

I wish they made another ouran highschool host club

At first I didn’t watch it cuz of the weird trans jokes and the twins 🗿… but after I watched it I loved it I still cringed but oh my gaaaad w show ♥️

I WISHHH ESPECIALLY WITH MORI SENPAI “it could be like bro can care about to 2 things”

I need more MOREEE ( haruhi and mori ) RAHHH

But yk dang well my boi in fics HE DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS TALL AHH SIRENHEAD HOT MF LOOKING GAHHH

Also bro look like Ren 😭🙏🏼♥️♥️‼️‼️‼️

(There’s so much DROOL INSIDE MY MOUTH GAHHHH )

THERES SO MUCH POTENTIAL// especially in today’s time the slight changes they can do or something/

MAYBEEE IN AN ANOTHER UNIVERSE 😭

Also theirs a musical 💀💀💀❗️❓❓ION BOUT ALL DAT 🗣️🗣️🗣️

I’m just saying random stuff :p

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hitachiin Twins - "Devil Twins' Property!"

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For: @jaythes1mp

I hope this is okay for how long the wait was. I apologize for that, my drafts are so backed up it's ridiculous. —Benny 🐰

                                                                                                   

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When Kaoru had jokingly brought up the Idea of purchasing a decorative collar for the host club's Gentle Type, Hikaru had already dialed up their mother before his twin could even finish his sentence

Their mother had immediately jumped on the project, as it was a request from her precious sons, and finished it within a few days. The two ginger-headed boys then sent it to [Name]'s residence.

And when the next day rolled around...

They didn't think that [Name], meek and soft-spoken as they were, would be so bold and wear the collar to school the next day.

The entirety of the school day, not once had [Name] taken it off. Not even during club activities.

. . .

The two had quickly made their way to the h/c-ette's station, not caring at the moment if their guests needed tending to or not, and leaned over the sofa on either side of them.

[Name] looked up and smiled softly at them.

"Hikaru. Kaoru. Thank you for the gift, I appreciate that you both thought of me." They said gently.

They both were taken aback. Not even a bit of embarrassment could be seen on the Gentle Type's being. [Name] was genuinely grateful for the collar that he was wearing so proudly.

The h/c-ette fiddled with the metal tag, making sure to flip it over to display the word 'Hitachiin's' that was engraved into it in a lovely cursive. It was as if they were flaunting it to their guests without even realizing it.

Kaoru's cheeks flush a light pink at the display, while Hikaru takes on the same hue with a smirk coming to his lips.

"You know, if you wanted us to claim you so bad, you could've asked us instead of this little show you're putting on, [Name]." He purred into the e/c-eyed teen's ear as he took their chin between his fingers.

"Not that the sight is unwelcome; I like this bold side you've been showing off today. Where's that been, hm?" Kaoru adds in, brushing [Name]'s cheek gently with his index and middle finger.

The h/c-ette smiles widely as they grab each of their hands and smiles up at them, intertwining fingers with theirs.

"I'm not showing off... it just reminded me of you both and both of you make me feel safe." They chirp, giving them a lovely close-eyed smile.

"..." For once, Hikaru and Kaoru were the ones left speechless.

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