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mxdarling · 4 months

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[“Hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: keito is a great friend of yours, until he fucking kidnaps you out of jealousy.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 1349

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: link | link

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

ೃ⁀➷: ERA: !!

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, maybe ooc keito, yandere behavior, reader is terrified at the end, kidnapping, isolation, possessive behavior, jealousy, reader gets drugged, reader gets blindfolded and tied up, tiny fluff, keito owns an apartment for (il)legal reasons (kidnapping reader), implies keito has a vehicle.

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KEITO HASUMI was a dear friend of yours, one you never expected to befriend due to the intimidating and hard-to-approach bearing he carries around with him. You could vividly remember how you would run in the other direction whenever you saw his moss-colored hair from a distance. Keeping your head down low and hiding in places you think he would never think twice to check, and it worked so well, perfectly even. For months, you flew under his radar unnoticed, and you were satisfied with that. You were okay with just barely avoiding him every second of the day. You wouldn't dare wish to change it; unfortunately for you, it seems he isn't too happy with it.

To him, it has now become a duty—a duty to try and find where you're hiding this time. He knows you're avoiding him, and he knows, at least, most of your current hiding spots, yet you always slip away, just out of his grasp. Like a wild goose, a game of cat and mouse, a play of hide and seek, with him being the hunter and you being the prey. As the former captain of the archery club, he commends you for being a challenging and interesting target. It has been a while since he's tested his expertise with a bow; he's confident he hasn't gotten rusty despite graduating from the club a year or so—but he wishes to confirm this by testing out with a new target, and he has the perfect candidate in mind.

Unexpectedly, it took him a little longer to catch up to you with your game of hide-and-seek with him; to say that he's impressed would be an understatement. Accounting for your slip-up in trying to avoid him, you're determined to not make that mistake again, and he's determined to make the most of that slip-up.

Weeks after your slip-up, keito seems to have gotten better at catching you. He was able to predict, most of the time, which hiding spot you would go to, what time you'd go to your hiding spot, and what route you would choose to go to your hiding spot. If he was feeling rather confident, then he would spot you in the crowd and task you to accompany him before you would even think about going there. If he was feeling sneaky, he would hide in your hiding spot before you arrived, startling you when he announced his presence out of nowhere, sometimes even scaring you before you reached your hideout place.

If this was his way of trying to befriend you, somehow, for some reason, it worked, and it worked well. Suddenly, you've just become friends with the person you wanted to hang out with the least. Even your own peers and friends were shocked and surprised to see the two of you talking casually, whether it be in the hallway or after a meeting. It was an unlikely duo—a pair that almost no one would ever suspect would happen. It doesn't help that he shows very clearly that you're the person about whom he worries the most. It's how he goes out of his way to remind you daily of what your schedule is, fixing any wrinkles in your outfit, what to do, where to go, basic needs, and regular rest. Keiko will always be the first one to ask how you have been doing.

With him always lingering around you, not a lot of people approach you since they'll be victims of his judging gaze for the whole interaction with you. He knows this and has a rather efficient method of getting potential suitors away from confessing to you or forming a closer connection with you. Still, there are some who find ways to talk to you despite the warnings they've been given by keito and other people.

He watches as you converse with this acquaintance of yours, who seems to be really, really testing his patience. Do they really have to put their arm around your shoulder? Do they not know that you could possibly be uncomfortable with that gesture being made towards you? How could a mere acquaintance of yours be this physically close to you already? If he wasn't too focused on being composed, then you would see the subtle twitch in his eye and a vein pop on his face. In coherent sentences, rationally, he's currently experiencing the emotion of jealousy. A term used when you feel unhappy or upset that the person you're interested in is paying attention to someone else.

Emotionally, he feels threatened by the introduction of a third party. It was usually just the two of you, him and you. How does someone like them, who you've only known for a few days, steal your attention from him—someone who you've known for months now? Plus, how effortlessly he was able to talk to you—he couldn't even approach you for weeks. He knows logically. Knowing him, he isn't going to sit idle and watch from the sidelines; no, too many seconds have already been wasted—he'll take care of this pesky little problem of his.

The day of your kidnapping was a clean and smooth process, and since there was no longer a wall distancing the two of you, it was a lot easier to plan than if he were to do this several months ago. All went according to plan; no hiccups or delays were made during the time to get you drugged or the time to drive you to his apartment, though in case you ever woke up due to the drug's effects wearing off, he blindfolded and tied both your hands and arms together. Just as a precaution, he didn't want to knock you out too good by overdosing you; he needs to take care of you; you're too helpless to be left alone.

You are shaking, trembling, and quivering; your heart is pumping so loudly that it's hard to hear anything else other than the irregular beats banging at your ear. You didn't even hear the sound of footsteps walking towards the room you're locked in or the door opening very slowly, revealing the culprit of your kidnapping. He stands near the doorway with no evident remorse or guilt for taking you and sealing your life away in this goddamn claustrophobic closet of his.

You took one glance at keito and looked away with fury and fright, the rage and betrayal knowing this was the work of one of your treasured friends and did this to you of all people; afraid and scared knowing he's in a position to commit anything ranging from merciful to downright cruel acts while you're in a vulnerable state. With haste, you drag your body to the farthest corner you could place yourself in, hugging your knees close to your chest, head down. You wish this was all a dream. Closing the door behind him, he takes another set of footsteps towards you—careful not to cause you any further distress. Kneeling down with one knee, he takes your chin and slowly raises your head to face his.

You look at him with overwhelming emotions, so much so that tiny droplets start to form in your eyes. For a moment, you could see a tiny glint of sadness in his eyes, though you aren't sure if you're just seeing things or if he really is saddened by your expression towards him. As an attempt to comfort you, he gently rubs his thumb on your cheeks while also wiping the tears that threaten to roll down past your chin. Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you plead with your best friend.

"P-please.. don't—don't hurt me." Your throat is starting to hurt, and your plea is as loud as silence. Due to his close proximity, he could hear every word you say. In response to your pleas, he cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands and looks at you with his eyes that seem to have softened after seeing your hurt expression.

“Hurting you is the last thing I’d do; you know that.”

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[a/n; um-, i come back from the dead, hellooo. so idk jackshit about keito LOLL god how do people characterized keito bhdhd I WAS STRUGGLING BRO, like fr i'm so scared to mischaracterized characters especially if it's people's fav😭😭 keito stans i hope i did him the justice he deserves!! ALSO PACING MIGHT SUCK?? anywayss, thank you anon for requesting keito with dialogue #19! i haven't visited the enstars community in months LMAOO so i might be a little rusty in my writing about them whoops. also last 2023 work of mine crazyyy bro.]

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inkstaindusk · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amagi Hiiro/Shiratori Aira Characters: Shiratori Aira (Ensemble Stars!), Amagi Hiiro Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Reincarnation/Isekai/Transmigration, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Insecurity, Getting Together, Light Angst, kohaku and rinne briefly show up too, enstars was a bl dating sim but everything else is the same Summary:

Kohaku, like a true friend, doesn’t seem too disturbed by the favorability chart in Aira’s notebook, carefully documenting a month’s worth of observations. “And you think all of these people have crushes on Hiiro-han?” he asks in what might be a deliberately neutral tone. Aira decides not to read into it.

“Well… I mean, I just kind of thought they’re all pretty close to him.” He absolutely cannot tell him that everyone on this list were all Hiiro’s love interests in the unreleased sequel to the dating sim this world was in his past life.

#this is NOT sysupd au but it's similar #enstars #hiiai #aira shiratori #hiiro amagi #ensemble stars #i feel like i havent written just a normal one shot in ages i kinda missed it #i wrote this in three days #anya tries to write #my fic #shiratori aira #amagi hiiro #enstars lb #fp.txt

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twowink · 5 months

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average subaru inner monologue: (ahhh. no matter what, i'm so glad i can stand on the sparkling stage with my friends…)

average hokuto inner monologue: (i'm a worthless man who left them all behind. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average makoto inner monologue: (i'm a burden holding them all back. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average mao inner monologue: (i'm just a normal guy among geniuses. i don't deserve to stand on the same stage as them.)

average anzu inner monologue: ( 🪰 )

#.txt #ensemble stars #OBVIOUSLY ANZU HAS INNER MONOLOGUES IN THE LIGHT NOVELS (i think abt that one subaan bit a lot) BUT.#subaru: (gee im so glad i get to perform with my friends after being alone for so long!!!)#hokuto makoto and mao: I Should be Shot.#amia.txt

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chill-pills-yandere-haven · 2 years

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The Shadows of Paradise

An: pic from namelessan on Zerochan. Breaking into the Enstars fandom with this!

Tw: implied physical assault, implied stalking, yandere stuff in general, religious references (I mean, it's Eden), let me know if I missed any

Eden.

Paradise, huh?

More like the gateway to hell.

And these boys.

These boys were shadows, dragging you in so deep you couldn't even move anymore. Tying you up so you couldn't move a muscle, all while telling you how much they 'loved' you.

That was your current predicament.

"Ibara, you don't need to tie it that tight, you'll hurt them!" One of them said, complaining.

Hiyori, you were sure, his voice was a little higher than the others. It would've been easy to tell from looks though.

Not like you could differentiate them by sight anyway, they had blindfolded and gagged you for some reason.

You didn't know them that well. Just that you ended up in the same places a lot and they were friends with your boyfriend. Right now, they were tightening the ropes that tied you to the chair you were on.

Who were they?

Eden of course.

Known as one of the 'big three' in the idol world. Giants in the entertainment industry, one of its members were head of one of the big idol agencies and another was an aristocrat whose family owned your favourite cafe chain.

All their members practically drowned in riches so it's no wonder they were able to kidnap you so easily.

"No worries, your highness, their grace will be alright," that was Ibara. He always addressed people with weird titles, calling you 'their grace' as though you were some paragon of holiness.

"Speaking of that, they're awfully calm, aren't they? Especially for just having been kidnapped. Are they still asleep?" Hiyori asked.

Of course, you weren't, you were just biting your tongue at the moment.

"By their breathing patterns, I'd say they're awake, just very calm for being in this type of situation. We really do appreciate it, your grace," Ibara replied, happily patting you on the head.

The truth was, you just didn't know what to say. You had been kidnapped by a group of J pop idol boys and tied up in what was probably some kind of basement. God, you were practically the MC of some crappy Tumblr fic at this point.

How did this even happen?

You were off on another date with your amazing boyfriend, Kaoru, and the two of you decided to go to your favourite cafe.

He ordered drinks for the both of you since he knew all your favourites and you sat down and talked together.

He was an idol who was in the unit Undead. Though in the eyes of most he was a merciless playboy, you knew it was all just a facade for the cameras.

He had eyes for you and you alone.

The place was great. It was quite popular among idols as well as it was a good hide away from the paparazzi. It was part of a chain owned by the Tomoe foundation whose second son was an idol, Hiyori Tomoe of Eden.

There was also a rumour that if you got lucky and were there at the right time, you could see the entirety of Eden sitting and eating together.

In this case, it was the most unfortunate thing to happen to you.

“Oh, Kaoru, I didn’t expect to see you here,” a man with long

soft-looking silver hair and ruby red eyes that reminded you of one of Kaoru’s bandmates started up a conversation with Kaoru.

“And who is this?” A green-haired guy with pretty violet eyes asked, his head tilted and smiling. You almost mistook him for a woman, but then recognized him.

Hiyori Tomoe from Eden!

So then that silver-haired guy was… Nagisa Ran. Which meant the blue-haired one was Jun Sazanami, and the guy with glasses was Ibara Saegusa. The entirety of Eden which included the president of COSPRO, one of the big idol agencies.

Kaoru told them your name and followed it up with, “They’re my lover, we’re on a little outing.”

Then he took your chin in his hand and kissed you to prove it. Somehow, this boy could always make you feel butterflies no matter how long you were together.

You loved everything about him. His bright blond hair, his pretty amber eyes, the way he spoke to you. You could go on and on about your beautiful boyfriend.

You happily reciprocated and then kissed him on the cheek in return. A smile grew on your face at his affectionate antics.

Eden sat with you and instead of going on with your date with Kaoru, you got familiar with the entirety of Eden.

From that day on, the four of them seemed to randomly appear where you were: At a grocery store, the mall, even an Undead concert live.

Individually or all together, they appeared where you were.

Such a pretty little thing.

You were gorgeous.

Your voice was akin to a siren's.

So so pure.

Not long and they already wanted to taint you.

Yet you were in the arms of that damn play boy.

Didn't you know he was bad?

Did you want your heart broken?

You were their sweet little angel, sent from Heaven itself.

And a snake was tempting you.

No need to worry though. Adam and Eve wouldn't make the same mistake they did before.

They'd make sure to cut off that snake's head before it could lure you into the darkness.

The last thing you could remember was going home from somewhere, texting your boyfriend, and then darkness.

"Well then, since you're so good right now, I suppose we can take the blindfold and gag off you. No screaming or panicking. Or it goes back on," Ibara said, untying them and taking it off you.

Your vision was a little blurry but got clearer with a bit of rubbing and blinking. Ibara Saegusa and Hiyori Tomoe. Sitting around you with soft smiles as though they hadn't just kidnapped you.

Hiyori reached out to you, petting your hair and cupping your cheek, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, you are adorable, aren't you, angel?" He said in response to your surprised look.

"They really are," Ibara said with a lovesick look on his face.

You felt your face heat and you looked down. This was embarrassing. You felt like nothing but a little pet for them. That was probably what they thought of you anyway…

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a small noise as something bigger caught your attention.

The door opened.

The sheer amount of locks you heard on that thing was more terrifying than the situation itself.

The rest of this god-forsaken idol group was here, great…

"Are they already cooperating? I expected us to only take off the gag after a couple of days," Nagisa asked. He was dressed in casual clothes, just a black hoodie and sweat pants… Nagisa never dressed like that… What did he do?

To your horror, you noticed one more thing. A few spots of deep blood red in otherwise spotless silver hair…

You looked over to Jun.

He was happy to make eye contact with you and smiled at you. He was in the same type of discreet outfit. His short blue hair looked a little messed up, as though he had been in a fight. As soon as you noticed, he quickly combed his hair back with his fingers.

You recognized blonde hair sticking to his hoodie…

No, it couldn't be.

That wasn't the right shade of blonde, was it?

Yeah, it had to have been someone else's.

Your face felt wet and your breath quickened.

No, not Kaoru.

Anyone but Kaoru!

Anyone but your Kaoru…

"What-what did you do?" You asked, trying to convince yourself that all of this pointed to something completely normal and not involving your Kaoru.

"We just got rid of a snake in the garden, love," Nagisa said in a little lovesick tone. He kissed you on the cheek and smiled sweetly.

#chill pill's yandere haven #yandere ensemble stars #yandere ensemble stars music #yandere eden #yandere Nagisa #yandere nagisa #yandere ibara #yandere jun #yandere hiyori #hiyori tomoe #jun sazanami #nagisa ran #ibara saegusa #kaoru hakaze #im sorry kaoruuu youll get a one shot as an apology 😭#chillpillchats #ensemble stars music #ensemble stars

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last-laments · 1 year

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Choose your life In the beautiful rose garden

#ensemble stars #enstars #es #knights #or the beautiful golden drop #arashi narukami #izumi sena #ritsu sakuma #tsukasa suou #leo tsukinaga #im sooo late on this one #also there were too many good shots to narrow it down more #unintentionally a lot of ritsu #oops

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lake-archive · 6 months

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Chapter 1 - An Itch

Something short, coming from one simple idea I am testing... And will probably go with. Expect a few more experimental writing stuff like this!

AO3 Link - Wattpad Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Liebesdrama

Characters: Original Character (narrator), Hokuto Hidaka (mentioned)

Summary: They didn’t know what drew them to him yet they found themself taking a closer look every now and then… Not like anything is ever going to happen though.

Tags: OC/Canon, One-sided(?), Insecure, POV Original Character, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, Monologue, No Dialogue, Gender-Neutral Pronouns

Words: 911

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Two different worlds, it was a surreal thought No, it is a very surreal thought and perhaps wishful thinking. And even then, it all built up before they could have seen it coming. It just struck them, in the middle of nowhere. They didn’t know when, how or why… All they knew was that something had built up, something odd. It was a feeling they had never experienced before nor had they ever thought of experiencing it, especially towards someone they were only in some contact with, to the extent that it was not even personal. Oh, it was anything but personal. The two were not close at all nor had they seen another prior to this event.

First impressions? Honestly, nothing had crossed their mind when first seeing him. ‘This has to be the most normal guy I have ever seen in my life.’ That was the first thing which had shot through their mind. So normal, so average, so anime protagonist–like… He would fit right into that row, with the others. It wasn’t a bad thing nor did these thoughts mean anything bad in the long run. Of course they did not! That was just it, a normal guy. Not bad looking or giving off any bad vibes.

At first they did not think much of him and had no intention of doing so… Why would they? And yet, the more months passed, the more they found themself looking right in his direction. When being tasked with any type of work and he was part of it, they would get distracted sometimes. It was as if their opinion started to shift, even if ever so slightly, the aura coming from him shifting from ‘just a guy’ into ‘just a guy but he may as well be a prince too’. The features were more defined than they might have thought at first glance and there was some balance there. Toned enough but not to the point they would be bothered by it and scream ‘Too much muscle!’, nothing to complain about. A youthful face, fitting for a young man. Short, wavy, black hair and dark blue eyes which could pierce right through someone if they so desired. The possible expressions were endless and yet he would rarely let any other expression slip, at least not during work and thus not in front of them. It may as well be a reward if they would ever get to see that expression genuinely change. It rarely shifts properly and yet, maybe that was part of the appeal for now.

They hated sounding so shallow but what else could they say or think about him? They had to admit that they did not know much about the leader of the unit known as Trickstar, Hokuto Hidaka. To the young translator he may as well be a stranger. And in a way he was. They were just too far apart to have a connection, or so they believed. Even if he was not an idol, being the son of another idol and an actress was a whole different world. They had heard so in passing and hearing it… Needless to say, it intimidated them.

A silly thought, he is a human like any other. And yet it made them hold back, keep so much bottled inside. Then again, it might be for the best in the end… They were just working together, nothing more, nothing less. They shouldn’t dwell on things like these.

They are just the foreigner who got lucky getting a job as a translator to make end’s meet and have a roof over their head. They are a no one and that was not a bad thing. They live normally and are the total opposite world wise. That is who Ann is and they knew they would not stand a chance. Besides, it might be silly and temporary, mere admiration. They have nothing to offer, nothing in particular at least. If things remained the way they are… Could they really complain nor expect anything different?

Then again, it was all too complicated. They never had to deal with such a desire before… To be so close to someone and wanting to get closer. The desire was there yet how would they even do that? That was not just the case of the two being worlds apart, no, that was a general thing with most people they encountered. Communication was a scary thing, they would rather sink into the ground. And Hokuto was no different in that regard. What if they were to slip up and make a total fool out of themself? They were always so close to and who knows what he would think of them then… They couldn't risk it, they shouldn’t. Purely professional, as it should be. Yeah… There was no need nor use to act upon it. Not like they would meet any expectations to begin with. They probably never did.

And yet the desire to get closer was always lingering, it was an itch… An itch they decided not to scratch. After all, it will disappear on its own if they didn’t scratch it… Right? It was that simple dealing with such feelings! It had to be!

Oh the truth though… They were just trying to deny it to themself, they knew, and yet they chose to live in this ignorance a while longer… It will be fine in the end. It will all be fine..

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enpicchu · 3 months

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Slumber's Replacement

Self ship One-shot

Keito (ES) X En (OC) | 1.5K, Rated E, It's all just plotless fluff haha

A/N: This is my first time testing out fanfiction writing on Tumblr (I'm used to writing on AO3 🙇🏽) so please forgive any formatting mistakes and such! If you have tips for how I should format thing in the future (I plan to write alongside art too), I would love to hear them!

Anywho, I hope you can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥰

En rolled over onto his side after his phone had finally charged enough. He faced Keito, who was resting on the futon across from him. Despite having two layers of thick blankets over him, Keito still appeared to be shivering, even with so little exposed outside.

They were on top of the mountains, in an old inn that did just the bare minimum to protect guests from the harsher cold outside. They did have a portable heater in the room, but that apparently wasn’t enough to keep Keito warm. En on the other hand was more than okay, higher than average body temperature keeping him comfortable.

It was honestly a pitiful sight to see Keito in such a state, and it was becoming more apparent to En that he wasn’t able to sleep well as a result. With a soft sigh, he slipped his hand out from under his blanket, patting the tatami floor gently to get Keito’s attention.

“Keito, Oi.” En whispered, careful not to raise his voice too much. Thin walls separated them from other guests, and he didn't want to risk waking anyone. There was no telling what the temperaments were of the others, and En definitely didn't want to deal with nagging.

There was a bit of rustling, and then Keito's head popped out from under his blanket layers. His face was scrunched up, eyes narrowed in an attempt to make out En's figure in the dark.

Cute, En couldn’t help but think. It was as if he was witnessing a bear come out of hibernation.

“En? You’re still awake?” Keito's voice came out slightly gravely, perhaps from a combination of fatigue and lack of use. The room was quite dry too thanks to the temperatures. En debated getting up to grab some sort of drink for Keito but decided against it for now.

“Is that really surprising to you?” En responded with a question, turning off his own phone. He could feel his eyes begin to hurt— better to stop using it for the time being.

Keito didn’t say anything back after En's rhetorical question, shuffling under his blankets to look at his phone, En assumed.

“It’s almost 1 am…” Keito noted, almost in disbelief. Not surprising, considering how they’d gone to bed by 11 (to En’s dismay, but he didn’t argue when the lights turned off, knowing that Keito needed rest. Besides, he could always busy himself with his phone, which he had been doing). It was unusual to find Keito awake this late though, especially since he had nothing that required immediate work. He was free to rest for once, but evidently, the cold was preventing him from doing so.

“Yeah it is. Can’t sleep?” En said, stating the obvious.

Keito shook his head with a sigh, turning his phone off to huddle back under the blanket.

Even though Keito was back in his original cocooned state, En knew he wasn't going to be able to get any sleep at this rate. En himself knew he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing Keito was up too.

He did have an idea as to what he could do to help, but considering Keito's idol status and such, he knew there was a low chance Keito would even then agree to it. But En was stubborn— he wanted to sleep, and he also wanted Keito to sleep, so he decided to take his chances anyways.

With his phone in hand, En sat up, kicking the blanket off of himself. The sound seemed to have attracted Keito’s attention, who peeked out from his blankets again to see what was up.

“Bathroom?” Keito asked, his eyes following En as he stood up. En shook his head, stretching his arms out while doing so. He repeated the motion till he heard a couple pops from his joints.

Abandoning his slippers since he didn’t need to make that far of a trip, En shuffled towards Keito’s futon, standing over him. “Lift up the blankets for a second.”

“Huh?” Keito’s tone sounded almost offended; did En want him to freeze or something?

“Just do it already,” En rolled his eyes. “You’re acting like I’m asking you to go outside or something.

“It would have been equivalent.”

“I should tell the world how dramatic and childish you act sometimes.” En’s hands moved to rest on his hips.

“I am neither.”

“Just lift it up already!”

“SHHHHHHH! BE QUIET!”

Both En and Keito jumped in shock, exchanging wide-eyed glances when they heard the loud complaint. En quickly blurted out an apology to the stranger, before kneeling down and whispering shouting at Keito, completely frazzled.

“This is your fault!” En pointed, face slightly flushed from embarrassment. Despite the coolness of the room, it was getting increasingly hot for him. He expected Keito to be apprehensive about sleeping on the same bed while they were away from the comfort and privacy of their own home, but not to this extent.

Thankfully (or maybe not, in Keito's case), En was a stubborn man. Now that he was up, he had to follow through with his plan.

“You raised your voice. He was yelling at you, not me. Don’t drag me into this.” Keito furrowed his eyebrows, earning an eye roll from En.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me, bastard.” En grumbled, tugging at the hem of the blanket. Keito just gripped it tighter to himself, not allowing any of the outside air to penetrate what little warmth he was able to contain.

“Just go back to your own bed, En.”

En didn’t plan to budge, however, tugging at the hem of the blanket again.

“Just lift it! You can kick me out in a bit!”

And with that, Keito’s grip on the blanket loosened, almost sending En falling backwards. He regained balance, thankfully, lifting up one side of the two layers. Keito curled up like a shrimp as soon as the cold air hit him as a result of En’s actions.

En had to hold back a snort, knowing he had to act quickly before Keito tried to reject him again.

En quickly sat himself down on one side of Keito’s futon, shuffling closer to Keito's curled body before laying down. He pulled the blankets over him, making sure to tuck it around himself to prevent any cold from seeping in.

“Oi, what are you—”

“Move over a little, I don’t wanna lay on the floor.” En cut him off, not wanting to deal with unnecessary nagging. Even if Keito had anything to say, En knew full well there was no moving away now.

Keito was always quite easy to read, and it was more than evident that En was here to stay till morning.

Finally being listened to, En moved even closer once Keito made space for him, the distance between them growing incredibly small.

“You’re really close…” Keito whispered when En finally stopped shuffling around. With the blankets around them, the sounds from the outside were almost muffled out, and his voice seemed almost too loud, despite having little volume to it over all.

“That’s the whole point,” En beaconed for Keito to come even closer. “I don’t know if you realized it, but you were literally shivering earlier. I came here so you don’t freeze to death. We should’ve just shared a futon in the first place, you idiot…”

Keito reluctantly took En’s invitation, allowing himself to get spooned. He burrowed his face against the fabric of his t-shirt, shivering a little when En's core warmth spread throughout his body.

Keito couldn’t understand how En managed to stay warm even with short sleeves on; meanwhile he was struggling to conserve his own body heat in a thick yet practically useless sweater. He didn't question it now though, clinging to that warmth while he could.

“You know what could happen if the others saw us…” Keito mumbled out, eyes closing slowly. En’s arms held him tightly, one hand cradling his head while the draped around his torso . “I didn’t want to risk it...”

“So you’d rather sacrifice your sleep instead?” En began to comb his fingers through Keito’s hair once they’d gotten comfortable. He could feel Keito tighten his arms around his waist, and took that as his sign to keep going with his administrations.

“I could’ve fallen asleep even if you didn’t do this…” Keito whispered slowly, his breathing becoming slower, steadier.

“Should I go then—"

“No!”

En’s eyes widened, his shocked expression turning to one of amusement when Keito moved his hand from his waist to clamp over his mouth. The two laid unmoving in silence for a moment, awaiting a second round of nagging from any of the other residents, which had thankfully, never come.

When in the clear, En burst out into a fit of silent laughter, his whole body shaking.

“Who knew you could be this clingy!” He snorted, pulling Keito in even tighter to his body. Despite his shorter frame, it felt as if Keito was the smaller one in his arms. “I was just joking, Kei. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Keito didn’t say anything, hiding away his burning face. His whole body felt as if it was in flames, despite being chilled to bone only moments earlier. Even then, he made no move to detach himself from the furnace he called his boyfriend. In fact, his hold around him only tightened, trying to move in as close as their bodies would allow him.

It was as if he was making sure that there was no escape for En, anchoring him down.

When En’s laughter finally ceased, he resumed his gentle caressing of Keito’s head, occasionally threading his fingers through his hair and even massaging his scalp.

A couple minutes passed, no conversation starting up between them after Keito's little outburst. En began to hum, his hand moving in rhythm to his little song. He kept his voice soft, hoping to lull Keito to sleep.

It doesn't take long for En to get cut off with a soft snore. He bit back his laughter, stopping his humming but keeping his fingers moving. He could feel Keito's hold around him loosen ever so slightly, but there was definitely no slipping away without waking him, which would defeat the purpose of joining him in bed.

Accepting his 'defeat' (though there were absolutely no negatives for En in staying with Keito), En just let himself get comfortable. He slowly stopped his stroking and just rested his hand against Keito's head, his cheek pressed against his hair as well.

“Keito?” He whispered softly with absolutely no intention of actually getting Keito’s attention. The sole purpose of saying Keito’s name out loud was more or so to remind En of who he was holding; who was holding him.

The cold may have warded off the warm, loving arms of slumber from reaching Keito, but En didn’t mind taking over in her stead.

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altairs-rambles · 1 year

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New White Day Campaign???? /j

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars oc #enstars oc #white day #i forgot to post this to tumblr wwwww #kiyo fell asleep like one second after this shot wwwww he's eepy

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levis-wii-controller · 6 months

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I see you (Tatsumi Kazehaya x Mayoi Ayase /One Shot Smut/)

Tags: Accidental Voyuerism, Porn Watching, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Gay-M/NB, Mayoi uses They/Them pronouns,

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Tatsumi opens his eyes looking up at the ceiling, nothing there. There’s a vent just on the wall behind him but, he can’t really see that. He and Mayoi decided to switch bunks since he preferred the top one, feeling more open and spacious. That night though, he had an eerie feeling about sleeping up there. He was alone in the room as Kohaku and Aira were meant to hang out and then Hiiro tagged along. To which he got a holdhands message saying that the three wouldn’t be back till tomorrow. This should have left him with Mayoi, though they were nowhere to be found.

Looking around the room he found nothing weird, and, though the feeling was still there, there was something in the air that quickly made his mind move to the intentions he had that night. Shutting the curtains around his bed he pulled out his phone and started looking through videos on a website he had pulled up.

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Mayoi watched through the shadowy lines as Tatsumi clicked on something, quickly pulling the bed sheets off of himself. They’d intended to just watch the man they adored sleep. But, oh god, they did not expect their dear Tatsumi-san to do what he did. Tatsumi’s hand travelled down his chest to his trousers, palming himself lightly as he kept his eyes on the screen. Mayoi couldn’t see what Tatsumi was watching as the screen wasn’t in their view but what they were hearing made their entire body shiver.

“Do you...you filthy little slut, expect to get any praise out of me? All you did was dirty my clothes with your filthy fucking mouth.” Di- did Tatsumi get turned on from this? Mayoi’s mind raced as they watched Tatsumi move his hand down and into his trousers. God damn it, They’d hoped they could take a peek at his dick at least, they really did want Tatsumi to bring them down to their knees and make them regret their entire existence.

“That’s right, you’re such a filthy bitch. Don't touch yourself to that! You’re so fucking disgusting.” Mayoi felt their own cock twitch not realising they’re already pent up a large tent from all of this. They could hear Tatsumi grunt as he stroked himself. It was like music to their ears, loving every second of this beautiful night.

Tatsumi moved his hand to the button on his trouser and undid it, pulling his zipper down then taking them off. This was a view Mayoi could enjoy all day. Tatsumi’s hand moving over his dripping cock, stroking it, his lips loosening with every moan that left his lips.

The room went almost silent after the video ended. Only the sweet, sweet moans coming from Tatsumi. Mayoi moved their hand to pull themself out, stroking themself in time with Tatsumi.

A few words slurred from Tatsumi, mostly curse words and things like ‘oh god’ which wasn’t Tatsumi’s usual vocabulary. Followed by “Mmh~ May- Mayoi-San!~” Mayoi’s name slipped his lips as he orgasmed. Just as the words registered in Mayoi’s brain, their own orgasm followed suit biting their lip so hard it started bleeding but it was worth Tatsumi not hearing their voice.

Mayoi came over the vent just in front of them, painting it white, like they wished they could do to Tatsumi’s face. It took both of them a while to drop down from their highs, Mayoi was first, as they crawled away fast, they thought it’d be best to just go back to the room because by that time Tatsumi would be clean and going to bed.

They were right when he came in, Tatsumi was placing his head on the pillow.

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'Alright, time to rest' Tatsumi thought to himself as he laid down on his pillow. Just shortly after something dripped onto his cheek from above. He wiped it off like a dumbass tasting it, since it was dark and he didn’t know what else he could do.

Kind of salty he thought to himself as he looked up, seeing more dripping down the consistency and texture of it seeming familiar. Just with the answer connecting with his brain the door opened to the room as Tatsumi looked down to see Mayoi coming into the room.

“...were you in the vents?”

#ensemble stars #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #tatsumayo #gay #smut #one shot #fanfic

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mxdarling · 10 months

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[“Stay still, you look so ethereal like this.”]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: your time in the hospital is never dull when your beloved eichi comes to visit you.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 564

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

ೃ⁀➷: ERA: !!

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, lowercase, maybe ooc eichi, yandere behavior, hsr dialogue line, eichi speaks in poetry and literature, eichi monologues in his head, reader lacks sleeps (and red blood cells), soft yandere, possibly inaccurate symptoms of sleep deprivation, mentions of reader's skin being more pale than usual but reader's skin is not described, reader has hair, implications of kidnapping, a little angsty.

[GN reader]

EICHI TENSHOUIN has never failed to fulfil his daily visits to your hospital, despite being sick himself and that he really should rest to boost up his health to survive the week. you protested during your first week at the hospital that he should spend his time doing work instead of visiting you, insisting you were doing fine (you were not). no matter how much you spat and lie through your teeth about feeling okay and healthy, your physique tells a different story.

your skin was awfully paler than normal, you doze off more when left awake to your own devices, your daily yawning exposes how tired you are— especially with how daily it happens.

eichi takes a seat beside your hospital bed, patiently waiting for you to open your eyes to see him. your precious sleep shouldn't be disturbed considering how your time in the hospital was much longer than the previous ones. plus, you were overworked, his poor producer, how could he have overlooked your symptoms when it was happening right under his nose.

'how could he ever make it up to you' thought the heir of the tenshouin family. as simply taking care of you isn't enough to suffice what you've gone through and suffered your health for. he has neglected you, ignored you, left you overwhelmed and stressed by duties you shouldn't even care about.

("as much as i admire your hard working nature, producer-san, i wonder if it would be better for you to.. retire as an idol producer. stay in my residence and you would be treated and taken care of suitably. free of stress and pressure, no more are the nights you'll work over time, i promise you in due time, i will take care of everything for you.")

a steady hand of eichi's reaches to a small strain of hair that covered a part of your cheek. fingertips brush against your skin, it's surface had a softness touch to it. it was a texture he wasn't all too familiar with, usually the things he touches give some sort of venom, malice intent towards him and his sickly being. if anyone were to ask eichi what did heaven felt like to him, it be the smooth touch lingering upon his skin. it's like all the troubles him and complexes him fades away until it was nothing more but tiny blurry fragments in his mind.

("a sickly tyrant and a hard-working worker, it's miraculous how much our worlds differ from one another yet somehow we intertwine more often than we could count. is our innumerable encounters result of coincidence— or perhaps the handiwork of fate itself? whatever the unknown answer may be, i'm glad i got to meet you, producer-san.")

"ah.. did i wake you up, producer-san?"

spoken in a low and hushed whisper, one you can't hardly hear if he didn't say it directly to your ear. you attempt to sit up straight only to be hit with wash of fatigue and a bad headache. eichi puts a arm behind your head to help you properly lay your head down on the pillow. with no energy to keep your eyes open, you slowly close them and drift into slumber. ("please, dear, let me nurture you back to health, just like you have for me one to many times.")

"stay still darling, you look so ethereal like this..."

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[a/n; okay this one shot ended up more soft but i think it was needed considering the other three weren't exactly soft so this is a break from the usual dark yandere lol. also i barely have a clue on eichi's character so i just spent like 1-2 hours reading eichi x reader while watching demon slayer, so very sorry for the long wait ≧ ﹏ ≦! but i do hope you like my new format cause i wasn't satisfied anymore with the old one. also thank you for requesting eichi with dialogue #17, it was actually pretty fun to write despite the difficulty and i can just see eichi saying that exact dialogue so it fit perfectly!]

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 10 days

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tapis rouge groovies + new rhythmic/twistune ✨

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

Ooooh!! As usual, Vil is striking a model-esque pose and showing off not only his own looks, but the best aspects of the ensemble he’s wearing. (If his outfit looks different than how you remembered, it's because Vil gets new sleeves and a cape added on in part 4:)

I like how the lights behind him and on his face are so bright, yet the shot is framed darkly since we’re looking from his shadowed side. It makes Vil look so mysterious!!

He’s holding up a black piece of cloth that seems to glitter; I believe this is “Black of Night”, the signature color of the high fashion house, Luxe, that prepared his and the other NRC boys’ customized outfits. (The name of the color is a reference to an ingredient in the potion the Evil Queen makes to turn into an old lady.) It’s iconic, and only Luxe knows the secrets behind achieving the color of this dye. Many celebrities wear certain brands on the red carpet as free advertisement for the brands they wear, so this makes sense for Vil to be doing as well.

JAMIL 😳 I feel like both he and Azul are helped out a lot by moving in their outfits; the in-game models are a little too stiff-looking to fully convey the elegance of these particular looks. Jamil’s braids are so pretty here, they flow in the wind with such grace!! His expression is also nice, he’s giving the camera a cheeky little smirk from the side…

The shot’s composition is pretty interesting too! Jamil sort of has his arms spread out and his back revealed, and Vil, in front of him, is blocked out by an onlooker/reporter’s elbow. It gives off the impression of Jamil both showing off his coat while also playing bodyguard to Vil. Jamil is a trained bodyguard and can be protective, so… very fitting! Even moreso since Jamil was the card paired with Vil on the limited banner.

Another outfit helped by movement!! You can see how the tailcoats trail behind him and how his jacket’s wide sleeves actually pull/bunch back to allow the green sleeves of his undershirt come out. The light being so prominent on him also highlights his golden frames very well; it’s usually hard to spot small details like this from the model itself so I’m glad we can better appreciate it here!

I love how Azul is soaking up the attention and making the most of it (as opposed to Jamil, who seems to be playing it cool and serious). Smiling and winking for the crowd… Azul stans eating good www He’s even in his usual “poor unfortunate soul, please allow me to assist you” pose 😂 Reeeeeally trying to paint himself in rbe most flattering way possible, eh??

We can see Vil’s head and Jamil’s pants + shoes here. Vil’s the SSR and the star of the show so of course he won’t be left out! Jamil is the other card on the banner that goes with Vil. You can tell it’s Jamil because of the long coat and baggy pants; his shoes are white but appear darker in this illustration probably because of the shadow over them. Ace is not high enough in rarity to cameo in other Groovies/j

Note: Ace is the R card, so his illustration does not change significantly. A shame, really. I like his look the best in this batch 😔 It would have been fun to see what an interpretation on an Ace Groovy would have been!

There is a second rhythmic/twistune that features Vil and co. strutting down the red carpet! There are many cute details in it, such as Vil interacting with his fans by taking selfies with them, giving his signature, and speaking with a reporter.

Jamil and Azul play their parts as "huntsmen" to the Fairest Queen by bringing Vil boxes akin to the one that was meant to contain Snow White's heart.

When Jamil presents Vil with the first box, Vil pulls out his poison apple luxury bag. Then a fog of green covers the screen and when it fades away, Vil is in his new sleeves and cape combo.

Here he is, posing glamorously for the camera! The others do their best to show him off too. (fhbalifiyabifeab Azul is really doing his best to present Vil...)

At the very end, Azul and Ace step up to help Vil with final makeup touch-ups. Jamil seems to spritz him with some perfume too! Then Vil finally ascends to his rightful place up high!! Such a triumphant ending for a super fun rhythmic 🥺

#twisted wonderland #twst #Azul Ashengrotto #Vil Schoenheit #Ace Trappola #Jamil Viper #groovy spoilers #tapis rouge in the shaftlands spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #Evil Queen

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alwaysmicado · 2 months

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save your tears

4.6k | 18+ MDNI | Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings: dubcon (sex while high), alcohol & drugs, unprotected piv, rough sex, choking, loss of virginity, mention of blood, degradation/praise, hurt no comfort, mean!Dieter Summary: It’s your lucky night! Your favorite movie star, Dieter Bravo, picks you up at a club and takes you home. You don’t want to blow it by telling him you’re a virgin, do you? A/N: Never meet your heroes...and please don’t fuck Dieter Bravo raw without seeing a notarized STD test first. I’m super excited to share this fic with you and I really hope you’ll enjoy it!! Let me know your thoughts! ♥︎

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Another kiss with a stranger, another fiery shot of tequila, another night immersed in the opulence of a luxurious club in the heart of Beverly Hills.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberates through the venue, drowning out any coherent thought. A sea of bodies sways in a synchronized rhythm, lost in the intoxication of the music, the free-flowing drinks, and the swirling lights.

You and your friends are no exception, caught up in the vibrant chaos of the dance floor, laughing and moving to the infectious energy of the night.

The tight dress you’ve chosen for the night clings to your every curve, a sleek fabric that accentuates the enticing contours of your body. Its deep, midnight black hue embraces you like a second skin, tracing the delicate curve of your breasts, descending sensuously over your torso, and accentuating the gentle swell of your hips.

As you move, the straps, delicate and barely there, become ethereal threads, caressing your skin with each sway and twirl on the dance floor. The dress’s neckline is daring, a subtle plunge that hints at mystery and allure, inviting the eyes to linger for just a moment longer.

Your choice of footwear is equally as captivating. The heels, sleek and strappy, elevate your posture and add a tantalizing sway to your every step. The ensemble not only looks exquisite but feels like a second skin. In this carefully chosen outfit, you feel an undeniable sense of confidence and allure – you feel like a goddess.

As the night progresses, and a few shots later, you find yourself losing inhibitions with each beat. The alcohol warms your veins, and the euphoria of the moment takes over. The atmosphere inside the club is charged with excitement, the air thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and anticipation.

And then you see him.

Amidst the crowd, your gaze collides with a pair of intense, dark eyes that seem to cut through the chaotic haze. Recognition strikes you like a bolt of lightning – Dieter Bravo, the famous Oscar winner, stands at the fringes of the dance floor, his gaze fixed on you.

The look in his eyes is predatory, stirring desire deep within you. He gestures with a subtle nod of his head towards the exit, a silent command that sends your heart racing.

You excuse yourself to your friends, your words lost in the overwhelming discord of music and laughter. They barely register your departure, the night unfolding in a blur of colors and sound. The crisp air outside is a welcome contrast, a momentary escape from the heated chaos within.

You take a deep breath.

Before you know what’s happening, a strong pair of hands seizes you, pushing you against the cold exterior wall of the club. It’s Dieter, his eyes burning with desire as he takes in the sight of you. His words come out in a low, husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he confesses, his breath hot against your ear. You’re trembling slightly as he pulls back a little to look into your eyes, one hand planted on the wall next to your head, the other gently cupping your hot cheek. His touch sends a jolt through your entire being and your skin tingles beneath his fingertips.

“Why don’t we take this party to a more private setting, hm? My place is just around the corner,” he murmurs, his gaze searching yours for a sign of rejection.

His proposition hangs in the air, a surreal moment that seems too fantastical to be real. Dieter Bravo, a man renowned for having his pick of any woman he desires, wants you to come home with him?

You hesitate for a fleeting moment, the thrill and exhilaration of the unexpected encounter mingling with a feeling of unease. Is this a good idea?

Oh, fuck it.

With a breathless nod, you give in to the magnetic pull of his desire. You’re never gonna get a chance like this again in your life.

Dieter’s eyes flicker with satisfaction at your willingness and a self-assured smirk plays on his lips. “Smart choice, beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive, intertwining with the rhythm of the music coming from inside.

With a confident yet gentle touch, he guides you to his waiting car, his warm palm resting on the small of your back.

His driver awaits, a stoic figure leaning against the passenger door with crossed arms, well-acquainted with the routine of escorting the renowned womanizer and his conquests. The man looks a few years older than Dieter, and as you approach, you can’t help but ponder the untold tales and silent observations this seasoned driver must harbor as living witness to the enigmatic world of his famous boss.

Dieter leans in to whisper something into the driver’s ear, a private exchange that ends with a wink and a grin directed at you. With a confident saunter, he rounds the car, slipping into the back seat from the other side.

“Good evening, Miss,” the driver greets you with a practiced courtesy, opening the back door and gesturing for you to step inside. In that fleeting moment, as he meets your gaze, you detect a subtle flicker of concern in his eyes, swiftly masked before you fully register its presence.

You swiftly dismiss the uneasy feeling that briefly fluttered within you and gracefully slide into the luxurious car, taking the seat beside Dieter. The plush interior envelops you, a cocoon of opulence that showcases the movie star’s wealth. As the door closes with a muted thud, the insulating quiet of the vehicle amplifies your anticipation.

The car ride is a blur of sensations.

Dieter pulls you onto his lap, his lips finding yours in a fervent kiss. His hands explore the contours of your body, a mix of escalating desire and urgency palpable in every touch.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, the driver is a silent witness to a scene that unfolds with unsettling familiarity. Dieter’s reputation as a notorious womanizer is well-known, but the silent driver remains impassive, steering the car towards your destination.

“Fuck, baby,” Dieter whispers against your lips, his erection straining painfully against his pants. “You wanna sit on my cock right here or wait ‘til we’re home?”

You sensuously roll your hips, and he responds by squeezing your ass, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips at the tantalizing friction.

“I want you to take me in your bed,” you purr, as the champagne and tequila flowing through your veins embolden you.

“Alright, beautiful,” he murmurs between sloppy kisses to your neck and jaw, his hand tracing the delicate skin of your shoulder before sliding down the strap of your dress with practiced ease. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Every word Dieter utters, every caress of his hands, the heady scent of his cologne—the fact that your idol, a man larger than life, is currently drunk off your beauty—adds fuel to the intoxicating fire that courses through your body, making you acutely aware of the pulsating ache and growing wetness between your thighs.

You’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly.

Dieter slides down the other strap of your dress, the fabric yielding to his touch as he pulls it down, leaving it to pool around your waist and revealing your naked chest.

“Goddamn, your tits are perfect,” he whispers in awe, his hands tracing a delicate path from your shoulders down to your breasts, cupping one in each hand. “I almost forgot how good real ones feel.”

Your smile widens in response to his comment, relishing the sensation of Dieter Bravo praising your tits.

He massages them, softly at first, his touch a gentle prelude that gradually escalates in intensity as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening your kiss, moaning against his lips. Your body responds eagerly, writhing on his lap, your swollen clit rhythmically rubbing against his hard bulge, each movement eliciting a wave of pleasure that has your eyes fluttering shut and your back arching.

Dieter leans in, spurred on by the movement of your body and your little moans of pleasure, pressing your tits together with a hunger that mirrors his escalating passion. His kisses are sloppy, a mixture of lust and possessiveness as he licks and sucks on your nipples, twirling his tongue around them.

The sensations alternate between pleasure and a tingling pain as he bites down, eliciting a desperate whimper from you that he hungrily absorbs by pressing his lips against yours once more.

“This your first time fucking a real movie star, baby?” he murmurs, trailing kisses and bites down your sensitive neck.

Your head is spinning, and it takes you a few seconds to register what he just asked you. Even if it weren’t true, you’d be smart enough to stroke his famously big ego and tell him what he wants to hear. But, in this case, it is true.

“Yeah,” you breathe, your fingers tangled in his now-disheveled curls.

God, his hair is soft. The thought crosses your mind that being a millionaire must afford you great hair care. Just one of the perks of being one of the chosen ones, you muse with a smile.

“I promise you’ll be thinking of me every time you fuck someone else after I’m done with you, darling,” he smirks at you, satisfied with the fact he’s the first man of his stature you’ve experienced.

If he wasn’t already rock-hard before, he would be now.

You giggle and bite your lip, your dilated pupils telling Dieter everything he needs to know – you want him as badly as he wants you.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you purr, leaning in to suck and nibble on his neck while rolling your hips again.

“Oh shit,” he whispers, letting his head fall against the headrest and gripping your hips with his hands. “I knew you were a bad girl the second I saw you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Good girls don’t rub their needy little pussy on some stranger’s cock minutes after they met.” His breathing is strained, and he needs to concentrate hard to not come in his pants. “Good girls also don’t let me do a line off their perfect tits.”

You pull back a little to look into his eyes, and he raises an eyebrow.

Against your better judgment, you nod, and he reaches into the right pocket of his pants to retrieve the biggest coke baggie you’ve ever seen. Goddamn, how does this guy get any acting gigs done if he does massive amounts of coke like this? His manager must be nothing short of a god.

“Push them together, baby,” he says, watching hungrily as you take your tits and press them together to create enough surface for him to put his powder on. “Fuck, that’s it.”

He pours a generous amount onto your skin, creating a line with his finger.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on your warm lips. His gaze drops to the line of coke on your tits before he lowers his head, presses a finger on his right nostril, and inhales the powder in one swift motion.

The lewd, forbidden feeling of letting him do drugs off your body has your pussy clench around nothing. You’re beyond turned on.

“Phew!” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “This is some primo shit, holy fuck. You wanna try?”

Dieter’s eyes find yours as he wipes his nose and tilts his head. “You’re never gonna find something this pure again.”

“Sure, why not,” you coo, succumbing to the excitement of the moment. One more bad decision’s not gonna kill you, right?

“Such a bad girl,” he murmurs with a smirk, then pours some coke on the back of his hand. He arranges it in a line for you and brings it closer to your face.

The fine white powder lies on his skin like a whisper of the night, and with a quick, controlled motion, you inhale. The sensation is immediate, a rush that starts from the point of contact and spirals into a heady euphoria. The sharp intensity sends a tingling sensation through your nostrils, a mix of heat and exhilaration.

In that fleeting moment, the world seems to shift.

The pulsating lights of the city take on a surreal glow, and the hum of the car’s engine becomes a rhythmic accompaniment to the rush coursing through your veins. The nightclub’s music, still echoing in your ears, melds with your newfound energy, creating a synesthetic experience that blurs the boundaries between the external world and your internal sensations.

You’ve never felt this much like yourself and not like yourself at the same time before—it’s surreal.

A tingling warmth radiates through your body, a sensation that is both invigorating and disorienting, like an electrifying surge that momentarily disconnects you from reality.

Dieter watches in real time as the coke takes effect and your pupils dilate further, your features signaling an intensified awareness of your surroundings.

“That’s it, baby,” you hear him purr before you feel his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy kiss.

You’re not entirely sure how you made it to Dieter’s bedroom.

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His sheets are incredibly soft, some sort of luxurious fabric that feels heavenly against your naked skin. You’re clad only in your panties, lying on your back with Dieter on top of you, your legs spread to accommodate his hips.

You hear music coming from a speaker somewhere in the room – he must’ve put it on when you got in. You moan as he kisses your neck, his warm tongue and lips tracing your skin, nibbling, biting, marking you.

He props himself up with his forearms on the bed beside your head, the soft hair on his belly grazing against your skin with each rhythmic movement of his hips.

“Look at me, baby,” he tells you, breathless, eager to finally bury himself in your pussy. You open your bloodshot eyes, biting your lip at the delicious pressure he’s putting on your clit.

“Tell me you want me.”

He caresses your cheek, his fingertips leaving a tingling sensation on your hot skin. You nod in response and moan when his hard cock rubs against your sensitive clit once again.

“Hey,” he taps your cheek not so gently and bores his eyes into you. “Use your words.”

You’re startled, but a grin forms on your lips as your foggy brain registers what he’s asking.

“I want you, Dieter,” you coo, your nails digging into the meat of his ass. “I want you to fuck me.” His lips crash against yours in an instant, and you whisper, “Please,” against them as your mind drifts off into another realm again.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs as he straightens up to take off his boxer briefs. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need.”

Your eyes follow the movement of Dieter’s hands, mesmerized, watching in slow motion as his cock springs free. Fuck. It’s a lot bigger than you’d imagined, and it’s so…beautiful. You wish he’d put it in your mouth for you to taste it, but since you can feel him pulling down your panties, you guess he’s gonna go straight to fucking your pussy.

You feel his hands on your thighs as he positions himself between your spread legs. Then, you watch as he spits on his hand and strokes his cock. You moan at the sight, wanting nothing more than for him to take you, to ravage you, to become one with you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he murmurs more to himself than to you, haphazardly swiping his fingers through your dripping wet folds. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips when he brushes your clit.

He scoots closer, and you can feel the hairs on his thighs against yours as he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. It’s warm, slippery, feels kinda nice. You close your eyes and turn your head.

This is it. You’re gonna have sex for the first time.

And with none other than Dieter fucking Bravo – Oscar winner, movie star, womanizer extraordinaire. If you weren’t so out of it, you’d laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation.

He pushes in with one slow, deliberate thrust, savoring the feeling of each inch gradually disappearing into your body.

You inhale sharply, your breath catching at the initial discomfort of his cock stretching you. Your brow furrows in response, and you instinctively grip the sheets with your hands, a mix of pleasure and mild pain coursing through your body.

“Holy shit, your pussy’s tight,” Dieter groans, his hips stuttering at the sensation of being completely sheathed in you. “Feels so fucking good.”

He withdraws again just as you begin to acclimate to the girth of his cock inside you, leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss. Your hypersensitive system is so overloaded with sensations that it compels you to moan, whine, and writhe under his touch, uncertain of how to process everything you’re feeling and experiencing.

Dieter chuckles at your desperate little noises, more than ready to give you as much of his cock as he can, and to show you pleasure you didn’t know you were capable of.

If there’s one thing he takes pride in, it’s leaving his sex partners thoroughly satisfied, mind empty, covered in cum, and wanting more.

He spreads you open again in one smooth movement, your pussy eagerly devouring every inch. Pleased with your moans and the tight grip of your walls, he grabs your thighs and shifts his weight, pressing them against the mattress to penetrate you even deeper.

“Fuck,” is all you can get out as he sets a brutal pace, pushing your body up the bed repeatedly. His cock relentlessly strikes a deep spot within you, each thrust accompanied by the rhythmic slap of his balls against your ass.

“That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock. Fuck, you’re the best slut I’ve had in a while.”

Dieter wants you to scream his name and come all over his cock. Sure. But he’s greedy and craves more than your physical surrender. He wants to etch his name into the very fabric of your desires, your being, a memory that will linger in your thoughts for the rest of your life.

The initial discomfort you’ve experienced slowly gives way to raw, carnal pleasure, a drug-induced dance of sensations that leaves you breathless. Dieter’s movements are harsh, designed to bring you to your limits, and you find yourself meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that surprises you.

The vast expanse of Dieter’s bedroom is filled with the intoxicating sound of your moans and smacking flesh, creating a dizzying symphony that envelops you in the throes of ecstasy.

“Look at me,” you hear him growl somewhere over you, and when you don’t budge, you feel his bruising grip on your jaw. “Hey, I’m not telling you again.”

You open your eyes, your eyelids so heavy you need to summon all of your strength to pry them open. Dieter’s face hovers close to yours, his breaths ragged, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, tracing a path down his temples.

His eyes are dark, hungry, dangerous. He gazes at you like he wants to devour you, to consume you wholly. You sense the intensity of his desire, and you’re more than ready to surrender to it.

You feel his hands tighten around your neck, the diminishing flow of oxygen to your brain heightening your senses even more. As your vision blurs and your pulse quickens, you’re caught in a paradoxical dance of ecstasy and fear, an exhilarating moment that pushes you to the brink.

Dieter deliberately hits your G-spot over and over again, his cock throbbing and leaking precum at your increasingly loud moans and spasming walls.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” he pants, intensifying the grip on your neck and the force of his thrusts. Instinctively, you start clawing at his arms. “What a sick little thing you are, getting off on me hurting you.”

Your eyes roll back and you feel yourself slipping away as Dieter’s pelvis puts enough pressure on your clit to bring you closer to climax with every roll of his hips.

“Oh fuck,” you faintly hear Dieter’s voice, “you’re choking the shit out of me, holy–”

You don’t hear the end of his sentence as an abrupt, violent orgasm takes over your body and mind in waves. Your walls spasm and contract uncontrollably around Dieter’s cock, every single muscle in your body tensing as you release a silent scream, caught in a tumultuous mix of ecstasy and distress.

Dieter lets go of your neck and bites down on your shoulder as he comes, emptying himself deep inside you with a guttural groan. His cock pulsates as your pussy eagerly milks and swallows up every last drop of his seed.

He pulls out of you and collapses onto the mattress, his chest heaving, heart racing, utterly spent. His cum leaks out of you, pooling on the sheets between your thighs.

The room is heavy with the lingering scent of sex as Dieter finally catches his breath. Sweat glistens on his forehead and chest, and his erratic breaths permeate the air. You lie there, silent and still, your body sore, and your mind in turmoil.

The reality of the moment slowly dawns on you – every heartbeat sobering you up a bit more, tangled emotions leaving you disoriented.

Shit. What have you done?

“That was…holy shit,” Dieter chuckles beside you as he props his head up on his hand.

His face falls immediately as he glances at the bloodstains on the sheets. His eyes widen in shock, and a pang of guilt hits him deep. He wasn’t gentle, and you never spoke up. The room is silent for a moment before he breaks it, his voice sharp and accusatory.

“You’re bleeding.” His eyes meet yours, and the storm within them is unsettling. Your heart beats rapidly, fear coursing through you. “Tell me this isn’t what I fucking think it is.”

You look away, a lump forming in your sore throat. “I...I didn’t expect it to hurt so much,” you admit, your voice barely audible.

“Oh my fucking god.” Dieter’s tone is harsh, his face contorted with a mixture of confusion and anger. He swiftly rises from the bed, the mattress shuddering under his abrupt departure. His pacing is agitated, a restless back-and-forth that adds to the already palpable tension between you two.

You sit up against the headboard and pull up the covers to shield yourself from the chilling air that envelops you. You’re shivering.

“Why the hell didn’t you say something? Are you trying to ruin me?”

Your heart drops. “Wha–”

His accusations hang in the air, and the room feels suffocating. Deep down, Dieter knows he should feel remorse for his actions, but instead, he redirects his hurt feelings towards you. The drugs and alcohol coursing through his system amplify his irrationality and paranoia.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice rises, echoing off the walls. “Is this some sick ploy to get your fifteen minutes of fame or some shit? To expose me?”

You’re left stunned, the whirlwind of pain, confusion, and the sting of betrayal clouding your mind. The vulnerability you shared just moments ago morphs into an uncomfortable reality, a hurtful reminder of what you were to him — a warm, nameless body he could fuck.

And now, you’re a nuisance at best, and a PR nightmare at worst.

“Dieter, it’s nothing like that," you say, pleading, attempting to diffuse the escalating tension as the walls close in on the shattered remnants of a fun night. “I didn’t know how to tell you and…it’s not a big deal, I’m okay.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouts, shaking his head in frustration. “I wouldn’t have fucked you like that if I you’d told me you were–” he cuts himself off, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The resentment in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, making your blood run cold.

“Dieter–”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Please, I’m sor–”

“Get the fuck out!” he roars, the anger in his eyes intensifying.

You immediately get up and scramble to get your clothes back on, your hands shaking. You grab your belongings, trying to maintain a shred of dignity as you hastily dress.

Dieter, seething with anger and regret, roughly hands you a wad of cash from his nightstand when you’re done.

“Here, take this. Get a Plan B or whatever the hell you need, and keep your mouth shut.”

You stare at the money in your hand, then at the man who’s throwing you out in the middle of the night after taking your virginity. The bills are cold in your hand, and you crumple them up, throwing them back at him.

“I’m not your whore, Dieter. Go to hell!”

Heels in hand, you make your way past him and out the door. You don’t stop as he calls after you, his voice strained with genuine remorse.

“I’m sorry!”

He really is.

– – –

The cold night air hits you like a slap, tears blurring your vision as you stumble away from Dieter’s mansion, the weight of what just transpired inside heavy on your shoulders.

His hurtful words echo in your mind, the throbbing pain between your legs intensifying with every step you take. Your breath falters in the frigid air, and you clutch your arms tightly around you as you make your way toward the waiting car.

The driver, standing beside the sleek vehicle, regards you with a mixture of concern and pity. His eyes have seen this scene unfold countless times before – another half-naked girl leaving his boss’s home in disarray.

You hate the way he looks at you, as if he knows more about your vulnerability than you’re willing to admit.

He opens the car door for you, and you gratefully sink into the plush leather seat. The warmth inside the car is a stark contrast to the chill outside, but it does little to ease the ache spreading through your body.

The driver takes his place behind the wheel, stealing glances at you through the rearview mirror.

“Where can I take you to, Miss?” His voice is gentle, filled with a practiced sympathy that makes your stomach churn. You hesitate for a moment, wrestling with the words you don’t want to say.

“Home,” you finally mumble, offering your address with a numb detachment. It feels like a betrayal, a surrender of your secret world to this stranger who witnesses the aftermath of Dieter Bravo’s fleeting affections.

The car glides through the silent streets, and you find yourself staring out of the window, the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Your head is spinning, and the pain in your body intensifies with each passing moment. Tears escape as you touch the bruises on your neck, tracing silent paths down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the back of your hand, hoping the darkness conceals your shame.

The driver glances at you in the mirror.

“Are you alright, Miss?” he asks, his tone a delicate inquiry into the depths of your distress.

“Just…drive me home, please,” you whisper, your voice cracking with the weight of unshed tears. You don’t want his pity, his judgment. You just want to escape the haunting echoes of what happened tonight.

But you know that will never happen. Dieter got his wish after all.

You will forever remember him.

– – –

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You Need Some Company On The Way Home!

It has not left my head still so I am just getting it out of my system. Rinne, stop being in my headspace for crying out loud! Why do I want to hold his hand so bad? Who do I want to feel his embrace so bad!? I need help aaa!

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Original Character, Rinne Amagi

Pairing: Rinne Amagi/OC

Summary: Sometimes we encounter people when we least expect it. No, literally, they had not expected to bump into Rinne this late. But here they are!

Tags: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Genderqueer Character, No Plot/Plotless, Major Original Character(s), Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Fluff without Plot, Holding Hands, Dark, Secret Relationship, Implied Relationships, Pet Names, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, POV Original Character, One Shot, Short One Shot, OC x Canon

Words: 1,303

Ann was grumbling to themself when finally being able to leave the building. They let out a deep sigh, then shaking their own head before looking up at the sky. They were looking at it yet it would not take a closer look to realize that it has gotten late. Sure, the days had started to get shorter, no denying there, so this was about to be expected. But even then, when comparing it to the time they had managed to get out this was pretty late.

It would not be so annoying if it had been the weekend or something. After all, they were enjoying themself when walking around in the dark a little. They found it oddly comforting, taking a stroll with the cold air breezing into their face. It was one of the few joys they had. And yet it was not something they could get to enjoy for long. Because they had to return home rather quickly, get ready for bed and get out of it rather early. Why? Because of morning classes. Really, the life of a student is nothing but stress. All because they refused to take it a bit slower with their studies. Then again, why should they? The quicker the better, or so was their mindset. Even if they worked themself to the bone here, in their head it would all be worth it once finished.

That didn’t make this any less annoying. But what could they really do about it by then? Nothing, exactly. They had to endure it no matter what. So a dull walk back home wasn’t so bad in the end, ri—

“Huh? Now look who we have here~” A voice echoed into both of their ears, making them flinch on the spot for a moment. Who would approach them like this!? They didn’t exactly know nor could they really figure it out at first… Yet things became clearer when just shifting their gaze a little, spotting an all too familiar redhead from the corner of their eyes. A tall male who had both hands in his pockets and was walking over to the brunette in a rather… Relaxed fashion. All while having the widest, shit eating grin on his face Ann had ever seen. And that face was all too familiar to them… Rinne Amagi, because of course it is. Who else would it be?

He had only gotten closer so even if they were trying to escape it was useless now…Then again, not like he meant any harm to begin with. Especially not with their little ‘secret’ going on behind the scenes, a secret between just the two of them. But details at the moment… “What’re ya doing out so late, huh? Going somewhere?” He asked, keeping up a rather upbeat attitude, to say the least.

They nodded slightly after greeting the tall male, simply because of manners and all that, then responding with: “Yeah, home.”

“Home? Tch, and here I thought you were headed somewhere fun at this hour.”

“I… Have classes… Early…” They responded with a sigh… Then again, were they really surprised here?

“Yeah yeah, Miss Goody–Two–Shoes is hitting the books. As always~” It was hard to say if he was purely teasing or not.

And yet it made them become all red, though at the brink of growling. They were never sure how to react to him sometimes. “It’s a job!”

“Yes yes, message received. You gotta be boring sometimes~”

“Guh… Rinne… If you talk… Keep talking I meant, then—”

“Kyahaha, just messing around a little! I kinda got ya!” He interrupted them, laughing out loud as he put a hand on their head and started to ruffle their already messy hair, much to their own embarrassment. “My work’s not always that exciting either. Though I don’t know why others make a fuss if I run late, yeesh. Let a man take his time.”

They were about to argue yet in the end decided against it. They had better chances to reason with a brick wall to be honest. No need to waste their energy here most likely. And besides, he kept the flow of the conversation going yet changing the subject quickly all the same.

“Anyway, you sure you should be walking home all by yourself? It’s late.”

“So?” They asked, crossing their arms for a moment. “Don’t say… Uhm… What I think…”

“Babe, I know you can punch hard and all of that, but that doesn’t make it any less dangerous.” He reasoned, his face twisting the moment he pointed out Ann’s punches however. Oh Rinne had gotten to know that first hand, the hard way, even if it was an accident. He’d rather not experience it again, that much they could tell. “Should’ve asked a friend. Or better yet, could’ve called me ahead of time!”

“I… Will be ok…”

“Huuh, that’s what they all say y’know. And before you know it some creep shows up from the corner and tackles you down! Do I have to go on?” He said this in such an exaggerated tone that it was hard to take him seriously if at all, making them even stare rather blankly at him.

“I got nothing…” They responded with the said expression still on their face. That was how it went in their mind though. They were just some student walking down the streets with no money and living in a (run down) apartment complex. What value would they have? Not to mention that their clothes weren’t exactly provoking anything, that old, black sweater and those baggy jeans were worth nothing after all. They didn’t get any of that logic, really.

And yet, that response made Rinne grumble for a moment, they could hear it, and he was looking down at them with some type of glare. It made them look up at him in confusion. Did they say something wrong now? It was not often he would make such a face after all so they were wondering, even if they had remained silent during that time. Then again, they both might know what the other meant and there was no need to communicate that with words.

Thus it should have really been no surprise when he suddenly took one of their hands and literally latched his own onto it, the grip ever so tight. And yet it had caught them off guard, because of course it did. They were never used to such gestures after all and never knew how to react either. Even if this was not the first time something like this happened, they just could never get used to it.

“Alright, enough buts from your mouth! I’ll walk you home!” He suddenly insisted, them feeling the heat on their cheeks increasing.

“Wait wha— But I—”

“I said enough buts. Not gonna take the risk.”

For a moment he seemed surprisingly serious, at least for the usual Rinne Amagi standard, making them stare a bit in disbelief. When he was serious, he sure was serious. And yet he could change that attitude like some switch all the same. That or he was a master at masking things like these.

Because before he knew it he had pulled them closer, right next to him in fact, and they once more got a glimpse of his grin despite it being so dark, they could easily make it out. And even if not, his tone made it all too audible.

“So… Where’s that place? Let’s get ya home safe and sound!”

That man is a handful and sometimes Ann couldn’t figure him out… But somehow, it was moments like these which got them hooked and perhaps oddly swoon. Yeah, Rinne really is something else. And yet, despite all the bashfulness and trouble… They were not exactly complaining.

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