Hello there, i would also like to hear another NSFW headcannons of Yandere Choso with a Virgin Reader ?
It's likely that Choso is also a virgin since he hasn't had much socialization in his life outside of his brothers. So when it comes to his feelings towards Darling, everything is a new experience for him: being in their home, sleeping in a bed with them, touching them, giving and receiving affection that is zero percent familial, etc.
He doesn't have much of a reaction when he finds out they're a virgin. He knows some Curses prefer them as victims, so his main concern is just about keeping them safe.
He's kind of a wild card in terms of how he expresses his feelings for Darling and shows affection. He'll stare at them a lot and stroke or touch them at the same time, and he just...won't break eye contact lol. He just wants to keep looking at them yk?
He's usually pretty quiet and it's hard to get a read on what he's thinking, so sometimes he'll get affectionate out of seemingly nowhere. He also doesn't understand certain boundaries at first; he doesn't get why Darling would be embarrassed when he takes his clothes off to shower and asks if they want to join him. Is it because of how his body looks? He's a Cursed Painting but this physical form didn't seem that repulsive.
After that he'd get more curious about what Darling's body looks like and insist on bathing with them. That's something lovers do, right? Granted most lovers don't stalk and kidnap their partner but he already knows he can't have a normal relationship. He's still shocked sometimes he can even feel love towards someone that isn't one of his siblings. It's different but just as strong.
Once he finally does get to see them without clothing, he feels this strange urge. His hands reach out to touch them before he even realizes he wants to. He gets fixated on having his flesh pressed against theirs, touching it, tasting it...is this what it feels like to want to have sex? What if he winds up getting them pregnant? What would they create together?
He knows it wouldn't be another Cursed Womb Painting since that required some significant experimentation with sorcery to do. And this couldn't have been how his "father" felt. This was...good. Comforting, intoxicating. All he wants is to keep going and make Darling feel as strange and wonderful as he does. That has to be what "making love" is.
That desire to taste them leads to him kissing them over and over again, over every inch of skin until he reaches their already-wet entrance. He's always liked kissing their lips and neck, but tasting them HERE is indescribable. There's so much warmth coming off of their body, and the sounds they're making are driving him mad. They're whimpering, moaning, begging, and he can tell they're reaching something when their voice gets higher and higher. Their cunt is also squeezing around his tongue more and when they finally cum for the first time, he doesn't even realize how hard he is until they've finished.
When he lines himself up with their slit, he's intently watching their face and cupping their cheek. He only looks away once he's inside of them because he wants to see what the two of them "intertwined" looks like. His unnaturally pale skin enveloped by theirs. The way their inner thighs are shaking, and the glistening around their entrance and on his cock. It's so much to take in, to see, to hear, to feel. He feels like he's melting into them.
Part of him feels guilty for being their first. What if he corrupts them due to him being a Curse? What if he's doing this wrong and they're not feeling the way he wants them to? He'll manage to ask when he remembers how to speak properly; in between his panting and low moans, he's murmuring against their skin and kissing them over and over again.
When he finally gets to cum for the first time, a bloody tear slides down his cheek. This fullness and cacophony of a million different sensations is something he's never felt before. He can't imagine anyone or anything else making him feel this way, and he doesn't want Darling to feel this with anyone else either. This is something the two of them are destined to share.
He also doesn’t tell anyone about it—his first instinct was that it was some ransom note.
He stared at it for a long time before hesitantly opening it…
I really like you, Sakura. I was too nervous to say it in person.
His face immediately flushed a deep red as he yelled a loud “HAH?!”, the letter falling from his hands as if it was painful to the touch.
Suo Hayato🎐
Suo accepted the letter graciously, but you’d taken off before he even had the chance to open it.
He remained in place as he opened it.
A soft, genuine, grin spread across his face as he read the letter.
I don’t know how to say this, but I adore you. Always have.
He folded the letter neatly, tucking it into his pocket.
He made a mental note to find you as soon as possible.
Nirei Akihiko🎐
Nirei almost fell to his knees with gratitude when you held out his journal that he had “lost”.
Later that night, when he was documenting his new findings about his friends from the day was when he realized the note you’d added.
Sorry, I took your journal. I didn’t want you seeing my face when I confessed my feelings.
His face burned. He stumbled to stand. He had to text you—now.
Kiryu Mitsuki🎐
Kiryu had a feeling that he knew what the contents of your note were, but he wasn’t going to spoil the surprise.
He also wasn’t going to stop you as you ran off the second you’d given him the note, he thought your nerves were simply adorable.
I know this is cheesy, but do you like me?
yes □ no □
He grinned as he checked the yes box.
Sugishita Kyotaro🎐
Sugishita was asleep on his desk when you’d placed the note on his head, the sound of a camera clicking stirring him from his slumber.
Kiryu was, of course, sending the picture to the group chat immediately, much to the sleepyhead’s dismay. He shoved the note into his bag. He opened it later that evening.
Hi, I know it’s unexpected, but I like you-
His eyes widened, face burning. He didn’t even finish reading it, just shoved it back into his bag... This was a tomorrow problem.
Tsugeura Taiga🎐
Tsugeura had a long day—Sakura and Sugishita went after one another nonstop. He failed another test. You’d avoided him all day.
The only thing he had left to look forward to was his gym session.
He sighed and opened his gym bag, now greeted by a small paper.
My heart races whenever you’re around, and I can’t deny it anymore. I like you, a lot.
Suddenly, the gym was completely and utterly irrelevant.
Anzai Masaki 🎐
He had been looking for you all day, it was unlike you to not meet him on Saturdays. He searched high and low then finally gave up, instead just hoping you’d show up at the park eventually.
He walked to the old swingset when it caught his eye—a sealed envelope sat on the swing, with his name written across the front.
He opened it with a puzzled expression.
I like you. Meet at mine if you feel the same.
Without a second to waste, he burst into a sprint towards your home.
Kakiuchi Yuri🎐
Kakiuchi was a friendly person, to a fault really. He’d give you the hoodie off his back even if it meant he would be freezing.
You had folded his hoodie nicely, leaving it on his desk, having borrowed it (he forced it on you)... a note left in the pocket.
Put yourself first for once. You make the decision: what are we?
Though the note had a hint of being serious, Kakiuchi just laughed—he knew exactly what they were. He was yours and you were his.
Momijikawa Sakae🎐
Momijikawa was irritated that you had been acting so weird.
“Stop being so stiff, it’s freaking me out,” he mumbled, you just sighed and looked at him as you pulled an envelope from your bag.
“Sorry... Here, this is for you,” your words were quiet, shoving the note at him and promptly taking off in a different direction.
I like you, jackass.
“Oi!” He yelled, immediately chasing after you, heart pounding with something other than anger for once.
Kaji Ren 🎐
Kaji didn’t know what to make of the envelope that fell out of his locker—hell, he almost hadn’t even noticed it.
You’re my favorite song, Kaji, the one I want to hear every day. Be mine?
He felt his jaw go slack, lolly almost falling from his mouth. His trembling hands began to crumble the paper as he whipped his head around in a desperate attempt to find you.
Momose Takumi🎐
The buzzing from his phone pulled him from his sketching, just a text from you—of course he was always happy to hear from you.
“You forgot your pencil case, I dropped it off at your door.”
Momose was... confused. He didn’t forget anything... and why wouldn’t you knock? Or want to come in?
Waiting for him outside was a blank canvas with a note pinned:
Let’s paint the picture of us together?
He smiles wide as he took a picture, texting back a "REALLY?! :D".
Mizuki Saku🎐
Mizuki had one routine he would simply never break and that was watching Sentai Heroes every Sunday morning.
He was focused and nothing would break that—not even the doorbell ringing. The break came and finally he checked outside.
Waiting for him was an action figure, a note taped to its hand.
Be my hero?
He was speechless... until show came back on—he’d text you as soon as it was over.
Hiragi Toma🎐
Hiragi knew that today would be awful. Something inside him was just screaming that his stress levels would be off the charts.
As if on cue—bickering first years, a yapping Ume, thugs in town... and a new box of pills on his desk with a note attached.
Take one, then read.
Done?
Okay. I want to be the reason you’re stressfree. I like you.
He tucked the letter carefully into his pocket, smiling softly.
So much for an awful day.
Umemiya Hajime🎐
He was tending to his garden as he usually did. Typically you’d be hanging out on the rooftop to keep him company, but you were nowhere to be found today. It was odd. He didn’t like it.
He stood, moving to get his watering can... only to see a note in it.
I care about you more than you care about your plants.
He laughed as he read over the note, then shook his head. He definitely would be stopping by yours with fresh produce later.
Tsubaki Tasuku🎐
Tsubaki had been a bit more finicky with his appearance later, worrying over the simplest things. Of course you assured him always, but sometimes you weren’t around—so you left a note in his bag.
You’re the most stunning person in the world.
He smiled wide as his blush deepened, he set the letter down carefully and took out his phone, sending you a simple text:
"No, you are♡"
Uryu Sakaki🎐
Seiryu threw the letter at his twin’s head, grinning as he did so, “It’s from your secret admirer.”
Uryu didn’t react beyond an eye roll.
I’ll make this easy.
Be mine?
Yes □ Definitely □ For sure □
He stared at the boxes, expressionless as always.
“Oooooh?” Seiryu teased from over Uryu’s shoulder, “Casanova.”
Uryu promptly whacked him in the side.
Seiryu Sakaki🎐
The letter was left on his desk, that seemed to be the easiest way to be subtle and effective.
Seiryu had figured it was just some sort of task left by Tsubaki for him and his brother to complete... until he opened it.
I’d be stupid not to ask the better twin to be mine. So, what do you say, Seiryu?
He laughed loudly as he read the letter, shoving it in Uryu’s face with a taunt, then he took off to find you.
Endo Yamato🎐
Endo was used to people finding him attractive. He knew damn well what he looked like; however, what he wasn’t used to was someone actually confessing to him.
You’re so much more than meets the eye, Endo. And I desperately hope to be the person that you allow to learn more.
He looked around, making sure nobody was nearby as he broke into a small, genuine smile, holding the note close.
Takiishi Chika🎐
Takiishi ran his fingers along the edge of the note, he had waited for days to open it. He knew what was inside...
I like you, everything about you.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, tucking it back into the envelope. It’s not like he wasn’t happy to receive your confession—the opposite really... he just worried he wouldn’t actually be the kind of person you needed. He was chaotic, and impulsive... a recipe for disaster.
Banjo Kanon🎐
Banjo was confused.
Why was there a letter on his door? Was someone out to get him? Did he accidentally start something with a rival gang? Oh, god, his thoughts started spiraling.
He ripped the letter from his door and tore into it.
Want me to put your initials on my nails?
He felt a wave of heat wash over him as he started jumping in place with joy and giddiness.
Togame Jo🎐
Early mornings in Shishitoren territory were often filled with hungover idiots lining the streets.
He didn’t pay too much attention, he had other things to concern himself with—such as getting his daily Ramune. Today was odd, though, the cashier shook her head and said, “It was already paid for.” He furrowed his brow as she handed him a note, “From who paid.”
Next round’s on you?
He chuckled quietly and shook his head.
First task today: find you.
Tomiyama Choji🎐
Tomiyama was as oblivious as they came. Honestly, a confession letter was your last resort. He hadn’t picked up on a single other clue you’d left for him or confession you’d attempted.
So, you had Togame deliver him a letter, to make sure that Tomiyama 100% without a doubt had it in his hands.
Hey, stupid, I love you.
He stared wide eyed at the note, then looked at Togame, “Since when have they liked me?!”
The latter just sighed.
Wanijima Yugo🎐
Wanijima was often busy with his jobs, so you tucked the note somewhere you knew he would have to find it eventually.
Safe to say, though, it scared him seeing a paper pinned to his work schedule—he thought the worst happened and he was being fired.
You work so hard, if you give me the chance, I’ll work hard too, at making us happy.
He smiled at the note, then folded it gently, tucking it into his pocket. He looked back at it throughout the day as motivation.
Sako Kota🎐
Sako was intimidating in the way a cat is. They look like they want to be pet or play, then the second you try, they scratch or bite.
Whatever way you look at it, Sako was... hard to approach at best—though you loved that about him, confessing with a note in his bag seemed to be the safest choice.
I hope this isn’t unwelcomed... be mine?
He sighed and looked around, trying to see if you were still in the vicinity, “I wish you’d just ask to my face,” he muttered.
Inugami Teruomi🎐
The note was folded and shoved into his jacket pocket when he wasn’t paying attention (which was far more often than someone would normally expect). He found it hours later at random.
You’re cute. I’m pretty. Together we would be pretty cute. Go out with me?
Without thinking, he yelled a loud “YES!” before he realized you weren’t even around. Then he burst into a sprint to find you.
Kanuma Minoru 🎐
Kanuma is an anxious person. Always has been, may always be. A note seemed like the least anxiety filling way to confess.
You’d asked Arima to deliver it for you.
Don’t freak out, but I like you—more than a friend.
Right... don’t freak out... don’t freak out, he tried repeating it in his head to calm him down, but... no. He’s totally freaking out.
At least it’s a happy freak out.
Arima Yukinari 🎐
Arima was a bit of a player from time to time, but he always ended up on your couch at the end of the day... You were sick of it though.
The will they, won’t they was ridiculous...
The note was left in his bag, somewhere he had to see it, and fast.
Lock this down before I move on.
He laughed at the note, staring at it as the realization set in.
Quickly, he fumbled for his phone to text you.
Loud and clear. On it. Date tomorrow night?
Suzuri Shuhei🎐
Suzuri was confused when he’d seen the note in his shopping bag. How did it even get in there? Maybe you’d dropped it on accident when you rang him up at the convenience store?
He read it as he set down the can of wet food for the stray cat.
Be selfish for once and be with me. Please?
He smiled at the note and pet the cat’s head, “what do you think? Give it a shot?” The cat just kept purring in response.
“That sounds like a yes to me.”
Miyoshi Akihito🎐
Miyoshi was a gentleman. He held the door for you, walked on the outside of the sidewalk, did everything a proper date would do.
Except ask you on a date.
So, you left the note on his host podium at work. A little forward, sure, but at this point? You were growing desperate.
What are we? I’m tired of being just friends.
He hummed silently to himself and tucked the note into his pocket.
The second his shift was over, he was at your door, flowers in hand.
Nakamura Kanji🎐
You’d asked Tsubaki to deliver the note at his next shift, the latter was more than eager to help out.
And, of course, he delivered it with the biggest grin and a wink.
I know I’m asking a lot here, but is there any way you can squeeze ‘us’ into your timetable?
Without hesitation, he took out his phone and sent you a picture of his schedule.
Consider my freetime dedicated to you.
Otowa Ritsu🎐
You left the note on the music stand of his piano.
He almost wondered if his boss was trying out a new, albeit weird and cryptic, way of paying him.
Stop playing with my heart strings and be mine?
He left the note beside him on the piano bench and his smile didn’t leave his face for the entire night.
He sent you a video later that night playing a cheesy love song.
Natori Shingo🎐
He had looked all over for you, you always patched him up after a fight, so where were you?! Eventually, he gave up, cranky and grumbling about you not caring anymore. He opened the first aid kit for a bandage... a note in your handwriting stared back at him.
You’re my favorite kind of crazy.
He scrunched his nose as he read it.
He felt offended, but also overjoyed?
He huffed and pouted, mumbling about not being crazy.
Mogami Taishi🎐
He had been dancing around the topic of you and him for what seemed like weeks. He wasn't in the mood for such a vulnerable and borderline embarrassin chat.
Sure, he could assume you liked him as much as the next guy, but what if he had been reading all the signs wrong and was about to make a complete fool of himself?!
His thoughts ran relentlessly as he entered the KEEL warehouse, walking to pick up his pipe when he saw it...
A note, tangled in the barbed wire...
Stop evading the question, do you like me or not?
God, how was he going to slip his way out of this one?
Obviously, he likes you, but how could he admit it?!
Kongo Takeru🎐
Kongo was always the yapper, but somehow he was always able to avoid the topic of what you two actually were.
It had been driving you nuts, every time you even began to bring up the topic, he would interject and start rambling nonsensicall about who knows what.
You had no other choice but to write him a letter and leave it in his KEEL jacket pocket. Surely he would find it sooner or later, right?
You can talk nonstop about KEEL, but when can we talk about us?
The second he read the note, he flushed a deep shade of red and immediately slammed it face down onto the table.
You had him cornered, and he knew he wasn't about to talk his way outta this one.
@korathefairy you mean the third oldest son and “shadow king” who is constantly trying to prove his worth? Kyoya who has to deal with being compared to his best friend’s personality and his older brothers achievements? Kyoya who is always fighting for an ounce of praise and validation because underneath that cold demeanor he cares way too much?
Kyoya who is shocked at the attention you give him- not Tamaki or the other hosts but him. The genuine interest you have in him as a person and not just someone of the Ootori name. Kyoya who can feel the warmth and softness of you as you sip tea with him (you shyly requested him after one of the twins offered you a cup and Kyoya’s heart skipped when he met your gaze) with small utterances of “thank you for everything you do Kyoya-senpai” and “I hope you’re resting enough. You do too much”. Kyoya can’t stand the feeling creeping up his chest as you solely focus on him with a gentle smile and small giggles. At the end of the hour, he holds out a hand to help you up and your touch sends a panic through him because he doesn’t know when someone has ever been that gentle with him- hell he doesn’t know if he’s ever been touched before you. You wipe away all the fears and doubts and anxiety that has been plaguing him and he can’t stop himself before offering to see you every day at 3pm sharp for tea. It’s embarrassing to him that he offers up his time so easily to you but the smile you have outshines everything in the club as you eagerly agree to see him again.
Of course, the others tease him for it. Say that you’re just waiting until one of them gets free time. It’s playful- but something about it sets off a sharpness in his jaw. You would never do that- you’re genuine. Kyoya who knows that the others will ruin you. That Tamaki will lead you on before getting bored, or that the twins just want to embarrass and confuse you, even Honey-senpai will end up just wanting to play with you. You’re too kind, too open, and if they ask then you’ll go along with it, be pulled off to their table and leave Kyoya behind and just get hurt in the end. And Kyoya won’t let that happen. You finally see him- you listen to him and hear him and offer any advice and solace that you can.
It’s a week of your 3pm dates before one of the others grabs your attention with a loud display of a rose and an offer to join him on the couch. Tamaki has no subtly about him and for once Kyoya can’t stand his friend. The host club is nothing without manners, however, and you do reluctantly join him for tea with an apologetic look at Kyoya. Just one afternoon without you at his table has him clutching his clipboard too tight and his teeth grinding.
The next day, you’re back with him- all bright eyed and soft smiles and you barely even mention yesterday, because you’re still giving Kyoya all of your attention. He’s never felt this way and it’s a pain for him- but he’s not going to lose it as you sip the tea he so carefully made for you this evening.
I have an Ouran request. Kyoya with a commoner maybe a friend of Haruhi’s. Like the reader would know his usual stance of “I only do things that benefit me.” so she can’t understand his infatuation and why he won’t leave her alone. She tries to reason with him by saying “I have nothing to give, there is nothing for you to gain from this. Just leave me be.”
-I like the idea of the ever composed Kyoya losing control over the idea of you dismissing him as just another rich kid.
Character: Kyoya Ootori, Ouran High School Host Club
Warnings: Yandere, Non-consensual Kissing
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You couldn’t understand his apparent interest in you.
You had been dragged to the Host Club by Haruhi. She was complaining about how she couldn’t stand any of the boys at the host club, and that you had to come along so that she didn’t have to face them alone. You had begrudgingly agreed, and you soon understood why she was so exhausted by the end of the day.
Tamaki’s obnoxious and boisterous personality kept you on your toes, and the Hitachin Twins’s relentless teasing had you sighing more than was considered natural. You quite enjoyed the company of Mori. He was quiet and didn’t cause trouble—but you could not ever spend time with him without Honey accompanying him, and you couldn’t stand the smell of the sweets that he was constantly consuming. All those confectionaries couldn’t be healthy.
So, you were left with Kyoya being the only member of the host club that you could endure. He seemed to not mind your company, though it did irk you each time that he attempted to sell you doujinshi’s of Hikaru and Kaoru…
Haruhi was your best friend, and you very much enjoyed teasing her as she cross-dressed and attempted to woo young women. Kyoya seemed to also enjoy your teasing.
Whenever you entered that music room, Kyoya was always the first to greet you. As you sat in the corner away from all the young women to get a head start on some homework, Kyoya took a seat on the seat next to your own. He didn’t say anything, only sat and stared.
Today was different than other days. He didn’t try to sell you any merchandise. He didn’t attempt to woo you, nor did he ask any of the others to come and entertain you. He sat in the armchair, leg crossed over the other, chin resting on his hand as his eyes, deep brown and critical, took in your form with avid interest.
You acted as though you hadn’t noticed him, but you could feel his eyes raking over every bit of exposed skin. Continuing your work, you realised that your essay on Ancient Egypt was complete and utter nonsense.
“Don’t you know that it is awfully rude to stare?”
A sly grin formed on his face, eyes lazily continuing to survey your figure. His free hand began to tap on the arm of the chair, biting his lip in a way that send shivers down your spine. “I’m not sure what it is about you, y/n, but I’ve decided that you’re very beneficial to the Host Club. I will be keeping a close eye on you.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Me? Beneficial? I’ve barely spoken to anyone in my time here bar you. How could I possible effect the Host Club in such a way… Plus, I’m only a commoner, not some rich kid like the lot of you.” It was a statement of pure intentions. But you could never have guessed his reaction.
His eyes were angry as he captured your lips with his own, one hand cradling the back of your head to keep you from turning away, the other holding your hands down. You gasped, eyes wide with fright as they flicked behind Kyoya. Several people had noticed, Tamaki’s jaw open so wide that it would hit the floor if he wasn’t careful. He took your moment of shock to deepen the kiss, positioning your head in a way that benefited him. His tongue was warm inside your mouth, minty and fresh and you felt yourself melting into the kiss. You felt heat rise up your throat, flushing such a cute pink colour. There was a fire in your stomach, and every movement of his insistent tongue only caused the flame to burn hotter.
You felt your eyes flutter closed, but he pulled away before you could get too relaxed. A string of saliva connected your mouths, and you squeaked in surprise, face burning as you began to shake. All of the Host Club stared at the two of you, but Kyoya’s attention was fully focussed on you.
“Don’t you ever talk down about yourself ever again, y/n, or I may have to… punish you.”
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