could we get some kyoya ootori headcanons 😳 he has so much yandere potential lol ;)
Kyoya Ootori Headcanons
He’s such a bastard. He was a bastard before, but now let’s dial that bastard level from 10/10 to 110/10.
He’s a sadistic, manipulative bastard. Don’t get me wrong; he is strong enough to physically punish you, but mental torture, isn’t it, love? Mind you, I am literally taking canon traits and pushing them past the point of mildly uncomfortable.
Whereas he is manipulative and sadistic, he does genuinely love you. That’s the reason he’s so... intense, for lack of a better word.
He can’t hold back if he cares about someone.
And he will not settle for second best, babe.
He will shower you in gifts and affection, all the while pushing you into a corner and threatening you, making sure you cannot leave him.
And he’ll do it using whatever means he can.
He likely met you during business hours at the host club, and, ever since then, did some “mild” stalking afterwards.
The more he learned, the more he wanted to know.
He's obsessive, but in the scary, calculating way. Not in the way Tamaki is; suffocating and sickeningly sweet.
He often speaks down to you and he’s so, so smug about it, to the point it isn’t funny.
Request: Can I have a sub! jongup fic with a female reader please? Any admin will do thank you so much !! 💕💕
Summary: You are a fetish club worker and Moon Jongup is a brand new client.
Your heels clicked down the hallway as you found your way to your room. The name plate practically twinkled in the dim light, making you smirk. You thought about the little pet that was most likely waiting inside for you, he had been so shy and small when you first laid eyes on him. The heavy door clicked when you turned the knob, creaking open to allow you to step in.
Sitting right where you told him to, was your new client Moon Jongup. His blue hair was hanging in his eyes as he stared at you with wide eyes, looking so deliciously submissive to you already and you hadn’t even started anything fun yet.
“Hi, baby boy…” You cooed, walking up to him in his chair, cupping his sharp jaw to make him look right up at you. The smooth skin of his cheeks was dusted pink and his eyes appeared clouded and glassy, clearly this game of waiting you put him through was having an effect on him.
“H-Hi…Mistress…” He whimpered out, flinching slightly at the sound of his own debauched voice echoing around the room.
“Tell me, baby boy…you’re hard for me, aren’t you?” You nearly giggled at the way his eyes widened, shocked at your lewd question, but he wasted no time in nodding his response.
“I’m so hard, Mistress…” He whined. “It hurts.”
“Aw...my poor baby…” You cooed, stroking his still red cheek. “Go ahead and show me your cock then baby.”
His hands trembled as they fumbled with his belt, pulling his tight jeans open to fish inside to pull out his leaking cock.
You gasped, a fake put on sound. “No undies, you dirty boy!”
His face flushed, but his cock jumped at being called out on it. Being so exposed like this, to your greedy eyes, was such a rush. His cock leaked a drop of precum, the bead sliding down the flushed skin of his cock. He whimpered softly when you reached out, catching the drop on your finger and bringing it to your lips to taste. You didn’t hesitate in wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling the thick flesh throb in your hand as his head fell back to let out a broken moan.
“Look at you…I’ve barely begun and you’re already fucked out, such a little slut…” You muttered, watching his cock leak all over your hand.
“Y-Yes Mistress, I’m such a slut for you…please…please keep going.” He begged, clinging onto his own shirt since he knew he was not allowed to touch you.
“Since you sound so pretty, I’ll do as you ask. But next time…we’re going to teach you some manners.”
Before he could formulate a response, your hand sped up to jerk him at a rate that made his hips sputter into your hand. The noises he let out were ones of pure sin, his voice cracking from the strain of crying out in pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed in your hand, obviously growing close very fast from the sudden stimulation after being hard in his jeans for so long. His body trembled and sweat began to form at his temples. He stared up at you with wide eyes, his mouth held open as delicious moans poured from his pretty lips.
“I’m c-cum- “The helpless whine he let out had you flooding your panties as you pulled your hand away to deny his release. You smirked at the way his cock throbbed painfully, precum pooling down the side of his reddened cock.
“You look so cute when you’re about to cum…I wanted to see how cute you got when you were denied.” You smirked at him when he whimpered at your hand coiling around his sensitive member again. “And the answer is…you look delectable.”
Your hand resumed jerking him, making his already sensitive body jump and jerk. He began to fuck himself into your fist, letting out more delicious cries that you never wanted to stop. You knew he was close again, the way his eyes watered at the onslaught of pleasure but you weren’t going to stop this time. You were going to watch him explode and you knew it would be material to get you off for the next 6 years of your life.
“Cum slut, now.” You growled, squeezing his cock once before he exploded.
His back arched and he let out a long, drawn out moan as his cum leaked over your hand. His cock throbbed in your hand, as his body trembled and convulsed in the midst of his orgasm. He was honestly one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your life. You subconsciously squeezed your legs together to hopefully quell the growing heat in your center. Slowly, you pulled your hand off of his softening cock, looking at your soiled digits.
“Go ahead and taste yourself,” You cooed, offering up your messy fingers to him. The blushing boy leaned forward and slowly, ever so slowly, licked up a drop of his cum from your fingertip.
“This will be something to dabble in next week, won’t it baby?”
Can you do some Yandere Jakurai? It can be Headcannons or just a writing, it doesn’t matter to me. Thanks!
||it’s three am i’m not on medication and i have a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and a glass of iced tea i can and will fight god do not underestimate me although do expect me to lose for my hubris also i have not been keeping up with hypmic someone fill me in please---
Yandere Jakurai is very calm, very calculating, and very obsessive.
He is perfectly aware what he’s doing is wrong and he does not want to be doing it either. Yet here we are.
Keep in mind he was a hit man at one point, so you do feel a little threatened, although he does not kill anymore. As far as you are aware.
You live a quiet life, mostly. A nice, lakefront cabin when you aren’t holed up in Jakurai’s apartment in Shinjuku, and Jakurai does have work, so you are usually alone.
Both homes are you-proofed. You can’t hurt yourself, you’ve been craving cheezits for weeks and you are on your last bag of pistachios in terms of snacks. Only the healthiest of foods, unfortunately. And he limits your electronic usage, most days.
There is a lot of controlling of your actions, and he has your regimen planned down to a T, both taking care of you and himself in that.
At home, you can be as angry and loud and pissed off as you want. In public, though, you are expected to behave. That is the end-all be-all of the situation.
You are treated so well you almost feel spoiled, save for a few things.
You have tried to end ‘things’ one way or another. In public, in private, or even by trying to run off. Still, you were dragged back every time, and thoroughly punished.
Interestingly enough, the only one who helps you in dealing with Jakurai is Ramuda, if only to make the taller of the two angry and to make Jakurai suffer.
If you thought Ramuda was going to be helpful, you are very, very wrong.
Ramuda treats you like a plaything when you are, for lack of better terms, “in his care.”
And it is, in some ways, worse than living with Jakurai ever was. Yes, Jakurai would nag you if you skipped a meal or got hurt or anything, but at least he did not take joy in your suffering.
So, you are constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place, and you would rather stay away from both of them entirely.
Can I request hcs for yandere Steak, Tempura, and Red Wine? Thank you
My,,, my rowdy boyes. Hope this works!!
Steak
-protective low energy
-hes over protective to the point of making sure you can't do anything to leave his designated "safe zone"
-and you won't
-it honestly at first feels like the over protectiveness might be an honor thing? but then comes being in love after getting to know his cute master attendant
-steak is usually pretty okay about letting you see people
-as long as they aren't anyone he deems a threat
-or Red Wine
-he can get irritable if you "suddenly" become sassy or get fed up with being cooped up all day
Red Wine
-sadistic. possessive. bastard. need I say more?
-he can and will kill you if it means no one else can get their hands on you
-he tries to be subtle about it but honestly he'd drape himself dramatically across a piano to tell you your his
-sorry 1) you don't get a choice. 2) i cannot be convinced otherwise
-he’s hard to please
-so tread carefully
Tempura
-high energy protective with a dash of obsessive
-he’s so energetic how the hell could you keep up
-he stews in his feelings for a long time and eventually confessed very loudly on accident
-it puts you on the spot
-he’s very emotional and open about it
-he tries not to get jealous and fails miserably
-he tends to carry you around since he feels the only place you’re safe is with him
-he’s sweet but he’s not human and way too strong to be holding you that tightly
hello, dear gem. might i trouble you for help in promotion? though this is quite silly to ask. all facts considered, after all.
alrighty! daylight here, and I’ve got news. The blog asking this question ( @wandering-hearts-and-a-crow ) is where I’m going to be posting new content. I needed a fresh start, and I decided to just bite the bullet. I’m very sorry, but a fresh start is best for me right now, especially considering how stagnant this blog has become lately. I’m. So sorry.
But this is a way for me to continue doing something I love and not have to continually stress about things I’ve been working on for ages that, although I’d love to finish, I’m not going to be able to.
May I request “Just give into me, love” for Kyoya from OHSHC?
Kyoya Ootori was intimidating. Tall, attractive, cool, calculating, and yet… he was utterly infatuated with you. To him, you’d simply started out as another customer, brought in by a friend of yours. You were attractive to him, sure, but it wasn’t something he particularly cared about. A lot of people were attractive. What piqued his interest was the way you reacted to the hosts.
You didn’t screech or squeal in joy upon receiving compliments, merely thanking the responsible host in reply. You treated them with respect and as people, not as hosts whose job it was to fawn over people they barely knew. You rolled with the flirtations and behaviours like a professional. Simply put, you were elegant.
It didn’t take long for observing to evolve into stalking. Once he got your name, it was all too easy for him to obtain any and all records of yours, your address, the places you frequented.
He began to become your friend slowly,
But his patience was wearing thin.
Sure, he may have secretly been quite the romantic, but his cool and composed outside was starting to fray at the seams. He would start showing up out of nowhere and showering you with gifts and compliments. You accepted them, but not without making your discomfort clear.
And it hurt him so, so much.
He now had you cornered. He’d asked you to meet him after club activities, and you agreed, hoping to ask him to stop crowding you with the gifts and attention. He confessed to you, in the roundabout way that made sense to anyone who actually knew Kyoya well.
“Just give into me, love.”
“Please, Ootori-san, just let me be..” you trailed off, almost pathetically, edging towards the door. I would like to say you got away, but the odds are not always so kind.
