thinkin about getting turned on w ur friend but none of u actually have any clue on what to do :((
what was supposed to be just a hangout at her house turned into a long long talk abt how ur ovulating and have nothing to do abt it bc youre so inexperienced that u dont even have a toy to get off with … as u keep on blabbering u dont notice your cunny getting all wet n puffy, dropling all over ur friends bed. shes moving around so much too, trying rub her clothed clit on her sheets.. u spend sm time together its so wonder ur cycles are aligned, both ovulating n dumb n horny n with nothing to help urself with…
ur cheeks are so hot, u feel so wet that ur going dumb over nothing, barely noticing ur friend leaning towards u and pressing her pink lips against yours, slowly sliding her tongue in your mouth. u suck on it so sloppily, but she doesnt mind because shes never done this before either.. spit drips down your chests, makin u both feel even more caged into ur clothes.. so you undress, finally letting ur tits n pussies breathe !! her hands slide down your shoulders and cup your boobs, squeezin n tuggin at ur nipples .. your eyes go straight to her chest, n u dont think twice before sucking on it, makin her moan louder n louder …
its not enough tho, but u both have no clue how to relieve yourselves .. u’ll just have to rub ur clits n puffy cunts together, squirting all over each other while giggling n drooling against ur mouths .. no thoughts just being dumb n subby with ur friend ♡
*lies down hawtly on piano with a rose in my mouth. rolls over and falls down.*
may i request ibuki, angie, mahiru, or tsumugi with a reader who carries a doll/puppet with them?
the reader (gender neutral) tends to use the doll/puppet to say snarky shit to people who piss them off. They are very sweet and a bit of a pushover when they aren't talking through the doll/puppet, but they hate confrontation and like to filter their negative thoughts through a bit they find funny.
and at some point, after the reader forms a crush on (insert whichever character), their shyass can only compliment her (like calling her cool/pretty) when putting on the doll/puppet bit. if they complimented her directly, they'd combust in embarrassment and bashfulness.
does this make any sense?? i feel like this is convoluted lolz
in any case, have a very yuri day
I think that's the best way anyone has ever started off a request...
I'm gonna do tsumugi because she's my goat and I have yet to write for her on here!!
omg I WILL have a very yuri day, thank you!! and good pronouns to you as well (if no one gets this I'm gonna jump)! 123 I WANT YURI!!
TSUMUGI x ventriloquist! reader
dating headcanons
genuinley thinks you're the cutest thing ever.
she appreciates your devotion to the bit- she gets it!!
I mean, seeing as she will go to the men's bathroom in a male cosplay, I think she'd go crazy for someone how is as dedicated to their craft as she is to hers.
she snickers at the comments "your puppet" makes, covering her mouth with her fingertips like she's oh-so refined to stop herself.
she often interacts with it as well, treating it as its own person.
asks it how its doing after she does so for you.
once it became clear you were projecting onto it (which happend very quickly for her) she would flirt back with the puppet in return.
however after playing along for a while, she'll remove said puppet from your hand and place it onto hers, complimenting you back directly as she uses the puppet's arm to poke at your face with a smile that tells you everything you need to know.
tags: slowburn romance, love during the 53rd killing game, tsumugi & reader are endgame, manipulative!tsumugi
tsumugi was always someone who was more in the background, someone people didn't pay much attention to. she never had many friends, but you were the one friend she knew the longest and treasured the most!
unlike her, you weren't as plain and boring as tsumugi. she always viewed you as special, someone destined for more. and yet you spent most of your time with her, which made tsumugi fall for you even harder
however, for years tsumugi never said a word. as you two grew up alongside each other, she quietly kept her feelings for you to herself. she didn't think she was worthy of you
it wasn't until the 53rd killing game that tsumugi finally thought she was worthy of you! she finally had some power, finally was someone important!
she planned out the entire killing game, making sure that you'd survive until the very end. that every death would only bring you closer to her and make you more dependent on her
until finally, with barely anyone left alive, you started to fall for tsumugi. all those years of pining for you were paying off, as she finally had what she always wanted: you!
and with how she had planned out the ending of this killing game, you two would end up as the only two survivors, making your relationship one of the most iconic love stories in all seasons of danganronpa!
When Tsumugi’s schedule consisted entirely of idol activities and work for the agency, it was common for those around him to point out that he was taking on far too much. He often found himself scolded by you in particular for his lack of rest, which he would always brush off with a small laugh whilst insisting that he was fine. However, it was difficult to believe his claim when you would consistently find him in the office as the clock ticked on later and later into the night, his arms folded across the desk with his head resting comfortably on top of them. With eyes fluttered to a close and the gentle sound of quiet breaths escaping from him, it was obvious that he hadn’t welcomed sleep, but rather, he had fought it until the bitter end, only accepting the embrace of rest when his weary form had finally reached its limit.
This scenario had occurred so often that you always knew where to find Tsumugi at this hour, and carefully creaking open the door to the office every night within this particular time frame had somehow weaved itself perfectly into your daily routine. The only difference tonight was the small tray in your grasp and the two cups that occupied it, the strong aroma of coffee soon flooding the room when you entered; if you couldn’t convince him to rest properly, you could at least supply him with something that would ease his exhaustion. With the combination of the bitter scent invading his senses and the barely audible click of the door, Tsumugi’s attention was gained enough for him to straighten up his hunched over form and peer behind him, his weary eyes lighting up ever so slightly when they fell upon his producer.
“As much as I want you to get some rest, I’m quite glad that you’re not asleep this time, otherwise this would have been a complete waste.” You spoke with a playful grin as you stepped over to settle the cup on the desk in front of him.
“Thank you, (Y/n). You really didn’t need to do this for me.” Tsumugi muttered with a weak smile and tentatively grasped the cup, the large size of his hands making it appear minuscule within his hold. Raising the lid to his lips, he hummed in delight as the warm, strong liquid coated his tastebuds before his eyes widened at a sudden realisation. With a cough and slightly pink cheeks, he lowered his drink and peered up at you, embarrassment evident on his face. “You’ve seen me sleeping in here?”
“Of course I have. Who do you think puts a blanket over you every night?” You softly laughed back.
“That was you?” Tsumugi mumbled and felt his blush only deepen at the confession, his eyes flickering to the side with noticeable guilt. “I’m sorry for troubling you. I mean, I really appreciate it, but you don’t need to do all these things for me.”
“It’s no trouble at all, Tsumugi. I’m quite happy to do all of this for you,” You shrugged with a gentle smile, which soon morphed into a playful smirk. “but if you want to make it up to me… Then take a break.”
Tsumugi blinked in surprise at the request with his plush lips parted slightly before turning his attention to the countless number of documents scattered across the desk. He paused in deep contemplation for a moment, eventually sighing in defeat with a weak smile. “I guess I could… I really need to finish this though.”
“Five minutes away from your work. That’s all I’m asking for.” You pleaded, earning yourself another sigh and a small nod of agreement. At the sign of his compliance, you gestured to the couch at the opposite side of the room. “Let’s get you away from this desk for awhile.”
Although he was reluctant, Tsumugi followed your orders, rising from the seat he had settled himself in for the last few hours. The tension in his muscles showcased just how long he had been situated at the desk, his arms automatically outstretching to loosen the discomfort that had accumulated within them. Taking tentative steps in the direction he had been instructed to go in, he allowed his weary form to fall on the couch, the plush cushions enveloping him and offering him more comfort than his previous seat. Tsumugi’s heavy eyes soon shifted to curiously follow you around the room, blinking slowly when you reached behind him to grasp the familiar, soft blanket that was neatly folded over the back of the couch. A noise of surprise erupted from his lips when the fabric was eventually draped over his shoulders before the cushions soon dipped at his side, something he almost failed to notice in his astonished state.
Tsumugi flinched slightly at the unexpected, gentle nudge of your shoulder against his, the lack of distance leaving you settled close to his side. It was comfortable, a scenario he had pondered over several times in his mind, but he was certain that the position you chose wasn’t intentional. He prepared himself for you to notice the mistake you had made in being so close to him, to shuffle away with a look of disgust when you finally felt the contact of his shoulder against yours, yet you remained perfectly still. Tsumugi considered moving himself to create more space between the two of you before you inevitably shifted away from his touch. However, the selfish part of him kept him rooted to the spot, completely unable to tear himself away and continue to appreciate the small amount of contact you both were currently sharing, even if he knew he didn’t deserve it. He wanted — no, needed — to experience this closeness with you for a few moments longer, and when he turned to meet the gentle smile you gave him, he even considered that maybe, just maybe, you wanted that too.
Complete silence enveloped you as you continued to peer up at Tsumugi, your eyes curiously flickering across his features in a way that left him shrinking nervously beneath your gaze. He raised a hand up to his cheek, carefully rubbing the area that had now become a soft shade of pink from your stare, almost as if he was attempting to remove something from his actions. “Is there something on my face?”
“No, that’s not it.” You laughed lightly with a shake of your head. “You’re just really pretty.”
“Pretty?” Tsumugi repeated with several confused blinks. He glanced around the room in search of another individual that you could be referring to, although he knew that wasn’t a possibility when you were the only people here right now. With a sheepish smile, he eventually met your amused expression and pointed towards himself. “Me? You really think so?”
“I really do.” You muttered back and leaned closer, pausing for a moment as you continued to inspect him. “Your hair is quite long now.”
“Y-Yeah, I guess it is…” Tsumugi mumbled, suddenly feeling a wave of insecurity wash over his entire being. The length of his hair had been criticised in the past and earned him several nicknames; would you also form a negative opinion and retract your previous statement now that you could see it closely?
“It suits you.” You spoke mindlessly, admiring the noticeable softness of his dark blue waves that tempted you to run your fingers through the strands with every second you continued to stare at them. “Can I play with it?”
“I-If you want to?” He barely managed to respond, the heat in his face increasing to a level that was becoming unbearable.
You slowly reached both hands out, his body tensing with every inch they moved forward. Tsumugi wasn’t afraid of your touch, but rather, how he would react to your touch, especially when it was being blessed upon him in such an affectionate way. This was yet another scenario he had selfishly dreamed about, one that he was absolutely certain would never manifest into reality, and now that it was, he couldn’t cease the slight tremble of his hands from both anxiety and anticipation at the thought alone. He didn’t deserve even the smallest amount of contact from you — he knew this, yet that selfish part of him was once again going to allow himself this moment with you.
Tsumugi found himself humming in confusion when your fingers gripped the edges of his glasses, a much different position than being threaded through his locks like he had expected. In his astonishment, he couldn’t even question your decision; all he could do was remain silent as you glided them away from his face. Tsumugi blinked several times, adjusting himself to the blurry vision that the lack of his lenses provided him with.
“Um… I can’t see well without those…” He awkwardly laughed.
“That’s okay. You don’t need to be able to see for this.” You softly mumbled back and carefully folded his glasses, shuffling to the opposite side of the couch to place them on the small coffee table situated beside it. Although not entirely clearly, he could make out how you began to settle in the area before patting your thigh with a bright grin. “Come here.”
“W-what?” Tsumugi replied with wide eyes. He considered the possibility that his inability to see his surroundings properly had caused him to witness something entirely different than what you had intended to display, or perhaps he had simply fallen asleep at the desk again and this was just a blissful dream that he would eventually wake up from.
“You said I could play with your hair, right? I just thought it would be more comfortable for you to lay here whilst I do it.” You sheepishly attempted to explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed over your request now that he appeared so visibly flustered by it. “Only if you want to, of course.”
“Ah, right!”
Tsumugi hesitated for a moment with a nervous gulp, eventually allowing his body to carefully fall down. The moment his head settled against your thighs, he felt his muscles tense at the close contact, a shaky hand raised with uncertainty on where he was supposed to rest it. You immediately detected his awkward state, giggling quietly at how he reluctantly hovered above your thigh whilst you reached out to quickly tug the blanket more securely around him in his new position.
“Just make yourself comfortable.” You mumbled softly and placed your hand on his head, soothingly rubbing your fingertips against his scalp in an attempt to ease his anxiety.
The action urged him to release a content groan of delight, his raised hand instantly deflating to finally settle on your thigh as the comfort of your touch spread throughout his entire being. Any nervousness he once felt seemed to dissipate almost instantly, every drag of your fingertips leaving him sighing at the blissful feeling it provided him with. Tsumugi mindlessly buried further into your plush thighs, completely unaware of his shameless actions; he was simply too fixated on your touch, his mind hazy at the comfortable amount of pressure you applied with each circular movement you made against his scalp. His heavy eyes began to weakly flutter when you shifted your focus to glide your fingers through his glossy locks, running the strands of blue between the gaps of your digits with a shiver at how soft they felt against your skin.
“Is this really okay..?” Tsumugi questioned, exhaustion evident in his quiet voice. Every soothing swipe through his hair only tempted him to submit to the sleep his body craved, a yawn soon escaping from his lips to further prove just how tired he truly was.
“Definitely. I’m probably enjoying this more than you are.” You responded with a small laugh as you gathered a bundle of his silky, blue locks.
You separated the strands into three sections before proceeding to weave them together with deep concentration, the delicate action encouraging him to release another content sigh. He was desperate to challenge your claim; there was no way you could possibly be enjoying this more than he was right now. Every slight tug as you perfectly laced his hair into a dainty braid, the softness of your thighs beneath him that he instinctively began to tighten his grip on when you returned to running your fingers through his glossy waves — this was heaven for Tsumugi, and he couldn’t quite understand how he had managed to attain it after committing so many sins.
“That’s impossible.” He finally managed to breathe out whilst he turned to peer up at you.
He gave you a gentle smile with noticeably heavy eyes, most likely due to his exhaustion, but perhaps a result of the strain that he felt without the help of his glasses. Whatever the reason was, the look he was giving you was enough to leave you weak, so much so that you couldn’t fight the urge to carefully rest your palm against his cheek. Tsumugi looked visibly surprised at the unexpected touch but soon found himself leaning into it, even bringing a hand up to flatten it over the top of your own.
Divine. That was the best way to describe how your touch felt against his skin. Your palm was so warm, so gentle, comforting in a way that left his eyes slowly fluttering shut once again. Tsumugi’s fingers wrapped around your hand to push it just a little closer; it was impossible to connect yourselves together even further now, yet he still wanted to at least try.
If this was how he got to spend breaks, he would be much more willing to schedule them in between his work.
Wait.
Work.
His eyes widened immediately at the realisation as he rapidly sprang up from the comfortable position with a slight shriek. You jumped in surprise at his sudden flustered state, the hand that was once pressed against his soft skin now raised awkwardly. It felt almost cold now that it was no longer connected to him — empty, begging to be attached to him once again.
“I’m so sorry! I really need to get back to work.” Tsumugi hurriedly spoke, desperately patting the couch around him. The squint of his eyes was enough to indicate to you what he was searching for, urging you to reach over to the coffee table with a small giggle to gather his glasses. When you outstretched them towards him, he seemed to relax slightly, a sigh escaping from him as he adjusted the thick, black frames into place. “Thank you for this, for everything, but there’s a lot of work that I need to finish…”
He reluctantly stood from the couch and gathered the blanket that he carelessly threw aside in his panic. Whilst neatly folding it together, he opted on continuing to fill the silence with his flustered rambling at the lack of response from you. “I mean, it’s late, so you probably need to go home now anyway. I’m sure you’re tired from—”
“Tsumugi.” You abruptly interrupted him. “I’m staying to help you finish your work.”
His plush lips parted in preparation to protest, but the stern look you gave back to him prevented any words from escaping. With a deep exhale of defeat, he draped the folded blanket over the back of the couch, a bright grin forming on his face. “You’re too nice to me…”
Too nice to him? No. You just treated him the way he deserved to be. You wanted to challenge his response, to explain that you weren’t just nice to him simply because you could be, but because you truly, truly cared about him, perhaps more than you had ever intended to care about him. However, your better judgement wrestled with the desperation in your heart to pour out how you really felt, and instead, you decided to remain completely silent. Your gaze was fixated on his form as he stepped over to settle himself at the desk once again, relief washing over you at the fact that his back was now facing you, otherwise he would surely detect the sadness and longing in your eyes.
This was for the best. Bringing him coffee, covering him with a blanket when he unintentionally fell asleep at his desk, and maybe even the occasional affectionate exchange; that was enough for you, even if you always had a professional relationship, or even if you always just remained friends. All that mattered was that you could continue to be at his side in at least some way — that you could continue to make him shine as a beloved idol.
Before you could sink any further into your feelings, you quickly replaced the noticeably dejected look on your face with a smile — forced, but definitely believable enough to disguise how you truly felt. You pushed yourself up from the couch and stepped over to stand behind Tsumugi, your hands softly resting on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to flinch beneath your touch now, most likely due to the fact that he had grown so accustomed to it after your previous exchange, or maybe because he was so intently focused on stacking together the documents before him. Gentle rustles with every shuffle of paper filled the silence between you as your eyes flickered down to his glossy blue locks, the soft strands tempting you to thread your fingers through them once again.
“Can I play with your hair again whilst we do this?”
A small grin tugged at Tsumugi’s lips with a soft shade of pink soon dusting across his cheeks. He lowered his head slightly to conceal the vibrant colour, the anticipation of your actions causing his heart to thud just a little bit faster with adoration laced within each beat.
prompt 8 and tsumugi, please :) i’m so happy to see you writing again!!! - 🦦
Hehe hi 🦦 nonnie i’ll be sure to cook up something delicious for you :3
Even with your favorite ice cream in your hand, the warmth and fluffiness of a freshly-dried blanket wrapped around you emulated the heat of a fireplace quite well. The TV wasn’t much help either; what was there to watch while you waited for Tsumugi? And with the blanket wrapped so securely around you and knowledge of the apparent temperature difference, how could you get out of this setup?
Your phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Tsumugi.
“It was a really long day at work today! Some people didn’t show up until half of the meeting was over…”
It’d been getting better lately, but people never change much.
“But I’ll be home in 10 minutes.”
Yes, you wouldn’t start the show without him. How could you, to a man treated so poorly at work?
“I think you’re doing really well at work, Mugi.” It’s something you say often, but you mean it every time. After all, there were few who could do what he did at work.
You could feel his smile through the phone, even if you couldn’t see it.
“I think you’re really awesome too. There’s no one else I’d be prouder of. Oh, I’m almost home. Do we have ice cream today or popcorn?”
Even though your answer of “ice cream” wasn’t quite telling of what you were experiencing, he made no haste in bringing a kiss to your cheek with the huffs from when he ran all the way home.
ft. eichi tenshouin, yuzuru fushimi, tori himemiya, wataru hibiki & natsume sakasaki, tsumugi aoba, sora harukawa
eichi tenshouin
• listen. hear me out here. being the younger sibling of rei and ritsu.
• SO many opportunities for silly shenanigans to ensue
• i can imagine eichi being the one to attempt (keyword: attempt) to court you first
• which obviously, considering his history with rei, is honestly REALLY WEIRD?
• you’re just like . What the fuck are you doing while eichi like . Winks at you or something
• seriously so awkward. you hate his guts tbh and are planning on his downfall together with rei
• ritsu finds it so So stupid. probably gossips ? gossipED ? about you with eichi at tea club . eichi was kicking his feet and giggling the entire time
• part of him doesn’t believe his crush is genuine at first. he thinks that it’s amusing, obviously, but real feelings ? he is simply not allowed to feel those…
• until now that is !
• he thinks your snarky remarks and nonchalant gaze are enrapturing
• meanwhile, you: (ʘ言ʘ╬)
• you accompany rei and ritsu to ensemble square quite often, which means you are (unfortunately) greeted by the presence of eichi almost Daily. A Nightmare for sure
• as time goes on, you see how hardworking and charismatic eichi is while performing his duties as executive for starmaker productions and well. even You can’t deny it’s a little attractive. ONLY a little (a lot)
• once eichi catches on to you reciprocating his feelings, he is SO ANNOYING!!!
• teasing gets way wayyy worse. honestly it’s over for you, personally i would have kms by that point
• and once rei notices your banter with eichi turning into FLIRTING? it is joever for you
• half of him is extremely disgusted . he is clinging to his beloved ritsu to console him . the other half is impressed somehow
• “ah, of all people, it had to be him?” “listen i didn’t want this either, rei” - you
• to see your hatred of what eichi did turn into understanding… really even you’re impressed with yourself
• and eichi is Actively trying to be better . he is a little fucked up but it’s okay you can fix him (and also make him worse)
• also i think it’s so funny to imagine eichi’s pale ass figure visit the dark, brooding, gothic sakuma estate. Family dinner visit !
• rei does not give his approval. he almost throws a plate at eichi
• ritsu just gives you two a thumbs up
• a happy family for sure ❤️
yuzuru fushimi
• as the best friend of tori, you have personal beef with his butler
• WHY is he always with tori. how are you two meant to get up to mischief with him constantly Watching. Always Watching.
• and yuzuru thinks you are a horrible influence on his young master
• an OUTRAGEOUS CLAIM which you are ready to fistfight him for . you exude nothing but purity, innocence and charm
• tori is somewhere between amused by your hatred for yuzuru and tired of hearing you talk about him ALL THE TIME
• “and why does he have to constantly be watching you? seriously, he should get a hobby. he’s an idol, too, right? actually i can kind of see why, he definitely has the looks to make it in the industry. anyway—” “OH MY GOD SHUT UP (Y/N)”
• tori doesn’t understand why you’re so Oblivious and so Dumb . he cries to eichi-sama about it who is too busy . idk watching wataru turn into a bird
• yuzuru just watches you with that type of . Evil and Scary closed eye smile that he is a pro at
• honestly? you’re quivering in your boots. but also admiring his smile. his smile is really pretty. Wait a minute.
• the complaining turns into swooning ! who would have guessed (tori) (he guessed) (he knew) (and now he has to listen to you talk about yuzuru 25/7)
• you clean up your act in order to impress him. No More late night snack runs with tori. you are a SAINT
• yuzuru finds it endearing and honestly quite entertaining
• soon enough, he finds himself completely charmed by your. erm. really strange(?) behaviour
• he, himself, is also a strange individual so there’s no surprise there
• tori sets up tea dates for the both of you as well awwww. What a good friend (he invites you over for tea with him then runs away when yuzuru comes to serve you tea. it is a Kind Of tea date)
• honestly you scored a 10/10 baddie GOOD FOR YOU
tori himemiya
• ok i know i have done the sibling ones So often already but. tsukasa’s sibling. YOU being tsukasa’s sibling that is.
• you and tsukasa are constantly discussing how tori has Wronged you everyday
• tori just looks at you both and calls you a fugly pair of siblings
• “listen i’m not saying we bring a lighter to the next fine concert But”
• “that is not appropriate at all… that being said i am not discarding the idea”
• dw about tori he has his own personal bodyguard (yuzuru) to ward off predators (you and tsukasa)
• how is he so much cuter, more successful, prettier, funnier, cuter—
• you know that type of jealousy and hatred that you realise is actually. Much deeper feelings. Yeah. it’s that
• tori gets a lot busier with idol work and that’s when you realise you miss going to the student council office just to banter with him.
• it is so so lonely and so so cold… (2 hours no tori)
• head on the desk. you feel yourself drifting further and further away…
• “hey, what’s up loser”
• RAGE. tori himemiya.
• half play fighting half unbridled rage . its like a pair of kittens toppling over and hissing
• tori also (maybe) (kind of) missed you too. he complained. Loudly. to yuzuru who was like Alright we are going to see them then!
• eventually the teasing insults and fighting turns into the type of fighting that you do as a couple. idk it just KIND OF HAPPENS?
• tsukasa is like. Well i do not approve but at least it’ll be good for our family business
• a good end. a happy end. eichi and wataru have adopted the two of you as their own
• “AMAZING! when is the wedding” “NEVER SHUT UP”
• you buy matching, cutesey couple items and then fight over them
• really what’s a good relationship without a few death threats here and there
wataru hibiki
• i really cannot imagine wataru having an enemy. SURE he has a lot of haters (tomoya) (hokuto) but even then it is done so in an affectionate manner. There is simply No hatred in his heart. only silliness
• so unfortunately your hatred of him is one-sided ! enemy to lovers part 2
• being a rival actor to THE wataru hibiki is certainly a predicament. i mean he has sentient hair is there anything he can’t do
• and it pisses you off. Majorly. who does this absolute clown think he is
• you try your hardest at Every show, you sing your heart out, put the most effort in
• and then there’s wataru. who is Equally as hardworking but somehow 10x more charismatic
• even eichi tenshouin is his biggest fan . he has capitalism on his side
• so you have a burning jealousy and hatred for this man . Well until he offers to do a show WITH you
• you just give him the blankest stare . What are you on about
• while he’s laughing to himself and monologuing on how you two would make the perfect lead roles
• ????? SERIOUSLY
• that’s how you get roped into performing with him and a bunch of idols in dramatica . And well they are certainly an interesting bunch
• as you prepare for the (romantic btw) musical you convince yourself the warmth you feel in your cheeks at his love proclamations is just Method Acting
• IT IS NOT!!!! no one can resist his charm
• you also see how well respected he is as an actor and his true talent on stage
• like . He was one of the eccentrics for a reason. he is stupidly good at acting
• jealousy turns to admiration and well. yeah you guessed it ! admiration turns into an intolerable crush
• wataru, similarly, is impressed at your prowess for acting and shows no signs of being quiet about it. he is yelling how talented you are every 5 seconds and joking how he may Really fall for you
• spoiler warning: he does
• flash forward 6 months . Time for the play
• at the kiss scene it all really comes together . it is a sincerely romantic and genuine kiss
• the crowd is going WILD (except eichi) (he’s jealous) (“i wish that was me fr”)
• backstage, you may just pass out
• but of course wataru is there to lift you up and be a shoulder you can lean on
• And that’s how you scored a date with THE wataru hibiki . he is everyone’s wataru but especially yours
• absolute 10/10 power couple watch out hollywood (and eichi)
• tomoya is just hoping you can tame him or something
natsume sakasaki
• i am so normal over him guys trust (lie) (such a lie)
• he is the perfect candidate for enemies to lovers . something about him just screams ‘i love you in a way that is so painful and so mean’
• anyways . being the apprentice of wataru after natsume stops being his apprentice
• I AM SO SANE OVER THIS CONCEPT
• obviously you were Not Really involved in the war so you’re pretty clueless as to natsume’s former relationship with wataru
• which makes you question why he is such an asshole to you. LIKE he does not take your magic seriously at all
• he thinks that you are not qualified which is . so stupid like you cannot gatekeep being an evil wizard okay that title is for anyone
• in reality… he is a tiny bit insecure that you’re good enough at magic to be wataru’s apprentice
• magic and alchemy has always been something that his character is largely based on and for someone to take over that role so quickly ?!?&:!
• so he Pretends that whenever wataru is telling him about your latest experiments and tricks that he is Not impressed .
• he's basically the yawns . sloppy. boring. lazy .
• he actually really wants to discuss magic with you but every time you meet he just scowls and acts like a bitch. in usual natsume ‘i hate being vulnerable or showing any feelings’ agenda
• so that means you’re going to have to make the first move. otherwise the enemies to lovers slowburn 100k words pining fic ends HERE
• if you ask him for help with magic he is going to be so smug
• like “hM, i figured the likes of you would need help from me afterALL”
• just try not to punch him in the face it will be WORTH IT OKAY!!!
• his hands are actually really shaky the whole time and he is trying his hardest not to mess up it’s actually So so cute
• and natsume gets to assess your magic prowess too (he’s impressed btw. he wouldn’t tell you that so i’m passing on the message. he's falling in love so quick but don’t tell him i told you ok)
• and so you meet up at his secret room regularly ! and with sora too who you become apprentice buddies with ^_^ so joyous
• listen i wasn’t going to include the love potion natsume trope in this but these headcanons are tropey enough let me have this
• you confess by making a love potion together with him PLEASE HEAR ME OUT
• anyways you are the best most magical couple in all of ensemble stars . you create tricky little spells to foil your enemies (eichi tenshouin) and then kiss wearing witch’s hats . the end
tsumugi aoba
• another good enemies to lovers candidate but in a More pathetic way i think
• you’re the producer for past fine. please hear me out on this concept
• i think your beef would be similar to eichi and hiyori . like divorced couple type romance
• you are regretful of the war and find the memories to be bittersweet. then you talk to tsumugi and he’s like Yeah haha i would probably do it again
• HE HAS ISSUES
• and yet he’s still one of the only people who truly understands and unconditionally supports you… this is a sick and twisted world
• i think tsumugi is too moe kyaah anime girl to have any hatred towards you so the enemies to lovers will (once again) be one sided
• he brings up your time as second years and you feel the need to throttle him
• yet you know him so well too, especially how he overworks himself
• and as an ensemble square producer you have to take care of his soggy pathetic self. Sorry
• that one romance trope of the person bandaging the wounds of the love interest . that’s you two except it’s you dragging his ass to bed at 3am
• he will complain . so you have to compromise on letting him cuddle you
• everyone notices how close you two are btw . sora is that one image that’s like ‘hey why does senpai call you babygirl’ ‘how about we stop talking for a little while’
• you Deny all the outrageous claims that you CARE??? for him and say it is rather your past together that makes you feel obligated but it was like two? three? years ago mostly everyone has moved on. stop lying to yourself
• you two have healed Together… and that is what makes your love so raw and vulnerable and eughhsjk this is so sappy and cute. Throws up
• hiyori and nagisa are both so happy that you two are together and finally found peace (sort of)
• eichi is like Hm. interesting . this is awkward
• but it’s okay . because everything is fine (haha get it) now and you and tsumugi are (past) war criminals together ^_^
sora harukawa
• sora is too full of JOY and HAPPINESS to be enemies with anyone . So we are going a bit off script you are rivals in this scenario
• video game rivals to be precise ! i feel like the 🤓 typing this but it’s CUTESEY I PROMISE
• mostly you two play multiplayer games together and get a teensy bit competitive . in the video game club of Course which means we get natsume to be the (totally unbiased) judge
• sora is realllyyy good at video games which means you frequently lose . this is why you have waged war on him
• you will not STOP until the ultimate gamer title becomes yours
• sora is just ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ he’s happy to indulge and play games with you because your colour is always so bright and vibrant when you do !
• little does he know you are plotting his Demise. his demise on little big planet or something
• days, nights, weeks, months you train to beat him. and you never do
• he keeps winning everytime and always acts so modest about it which is even WORSE!!! you can't even get mad when he’s so polite about beating you
• once sora notices your colour becoming more dull because of how demotivated you are he gets really worried (◞‸◟；) he loves playing games but loves spending time with you more…
• once you admit that you’re upset about being worse at games he thinks of a quick solution ! play games together instead of against each other and he can teach you all his tricks
• (natsume offers to help too but he's Not important and he is an asshole . Do not trust)
• so your weekly gaming tournaments basically turn into gaming dates ft thirdwheel natsume and sometimes tsumugi
• cutest CUTEST couple 10/10 i love
• natsume approves too btw . 10/10
• tsumugi is a Little confused but he has the spirit (he also rates 10/10)
• (rinne will not be Making an appearance in fear of shu finding out but he also rates 10/10. Save him from shu)
OKAY KIND OF IMPORTANT MESSAGE SO PLEASE READ!!!
i would have made a separate post for this but i feel like no one would read it so. i’m finally back after um. 10 months. i was super busy and kind of lost interest in enstars and other things so i pretty much abandoned this blog… BUT I HAVE RETURNED! i’m going to try posting every so often and interacting more with you guys on here ^_^ i cleared out my inbox (sorry to anyone who sent things in, it was cluttered and stressing me out haha) so feel free to send me any asks! i will NOT be opening specific requests, but you can feel free to send suggestions for prompts, scenarios or characters you want me to make headcanons for and i’ll try my best!! i also want to try out writing proper fics alongside the silly hc posts, but i might mostly post those on ao3, though i would like a nice balance between silly and serious(ish). i will also try writing for other fandoms like mhyk, twst and pjsekai since i am heavily in those as well but yeah!! my official comeback methinks. hope to chat more with everyone! ♡
haii i love your writing so much!! can you please do tsumugi x fem reader nsfw with him giving her lots of body praise bc shes insecure and calling her a "good girl" and his "babygirl" and stuff 🥺🥺 thank youuu
A/N: mugi day. i would die for this man.
Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x insecure!fem!reader
Content: You've been invited to go as Tsumugis plus 1 to a company party, which you're truly grateful for! But, you just can't seem to find the right dress, everything looks too big or just plain unflattering. So, you turn to Tsumugi for help.
Warnings: NSFW, soft sex, fingering, penetration sex(p in v), body worship, soft dom tsumugi, slight breeding kink I think, praise, reader is insecure, negative self talk, body image issues, petnames(darling, baby girl), mugi is kind of mean in beginning
Words: 1.9k
NSFW oneshot under cut!
Majestic Lover
You twirled around in the mirror, the ruffles of my white dress flying up around me as I did so. You sighed as they fell down to your waist again, bringing your hand down to smooth them out. This dress had looked absolutely majestic on the mannequin and the model on the website, but on you...
"I don't know, what do you think, Tsumugi? Does it look okay?" You turned around, cocking your head at the blue-haired man, who was currently sprawled out over the bed with his nose stuck in a book.
He let out a hum in response, eyes not leaving the page. "Everything looks great on you, darlin'"
"That's not what I asked" You huffed, turning back to the mirror. "I mean... does it make me look fat?"
Tsumugi sighed, closing the book and placing it on the bedside table, his eyes still not meeting yours. "You're not fat, (name), why do you keep saying that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You're not answering my question! Do I look good or not?" You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. It felt like you could never get a straight answer out of this man, no matter how hard you tired.
"You look beautiful"
"Liar!" Your bottom lip stuck out in a pout as you threw yourself dramatically onto the ground, legs tangling in the puffy fabric of the dress. A childish look, sure, but it got the point across. "It looks horrible, everything I try on looks horrible. Forget it, I'm not going to that stupid party"
Tsumugi let out a soft huff as he rose from the bed, carefully leaning down to take a seat next to you on the hard floor. His lanky legs stretched out in front of him, long and lean, a stark contrast to your short and pudgy ones. The two of you sat in silence for a short while, you wallowing in the endless abyss of your own self pity and him staring off into space, probably thinking about how much he'd rather be doing anything else than sitting with you.
Or at least that's what you thought.
"Why is this party such a big deal for you, anyway?" He broke the silence after about 30 seconds that felt like a lifetime, wrapping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you in closer.
You looked up at him through your eyelashes, pout still plastered on your face. "What do you mean?"
Tsumugi shrugged. "It's just a silly company party, why are you fussing so much over what to wear? Its not that serious"
"Its not that!" You buried your face into his shoulder, trying to hide the ever growing blush on your cheeks. "You don't think I'm pretty enough for you"
The mood suddenly shifted, and you felt Tsumugi stiffen beneath you. You had expected him to laugh, to call you silly and kiss the top of your head, and then you could continue arguing the point until he gave up and left you alone. That's was usually happened when you had an outburst, and it only added to your doubts that your boyfriend loved you at all.
But he didn't laugh, in fact, he didn't speak at all. This was it, you thought. He had finally had enough and was going to break it all off right now and you were going to have to pack your bags and leave, because what man wants a girl who throws a tantrum over a little extra fat on her thighs? You braced yourself for the worst, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
But the worst never came.
What came in its place, however, was far more shocking and heart-racing than any breakup would have been. Tsumugi sighed, before using all his strength to pull you up by your hips, lifting you back up onto the edge of the bed and climbing on top of you, legs either side of you own caging you under him.
"(name)" He breathed, leaning down until his face was mere inches away from yours. "Do you really think I'm that awful? That I would go out with someone who I didn't think was the most beautiful lady in the whole wide world?"
Your words got caught in your throat, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air as you attempted to find the right thing to say here. You couldn't, so instead, you simply shook your head, feeling your whole body going hot and red with embarrassment.
"That I'd spend all of my time with someone I didn't truly love?" Tsumugi began to kiss down your body, leaving no bare surface untouched from your forehead, to the tip of your nose, to even the little beauty marks in between your fingers.
"That I'd fuck a girl that I didn't want to marry someday?" You gasped as his hands slid up your dress, using their size to his advantage and easily pulling the fabric off your body. His fingers made their way to the hem of your panties, gently tracing over the white waistband. Dammit, you were already beginning to soak through and he had barely touched you yet. Why did he have to be so good at this?
"Do you really think, my most beautiful, sweet, wonderful baby girl" His fingers were hooked under your panties, pulling them down your thighs, throwing them somewhere across the room and leaving you completely bare besides from the white bra still attached to your chest. Cold air brushed against your exposed core, but was quickly replaced with the warmth of Tsumugis hand rubbing along your folds. "That I'd do this to someone I didn't utterly adore?"
You couldn't manage a response, the only sounds coming out of your mouth being tiny whimpers and whines. Tsumugis fingers worked like magic, teasing you and pleasing you just the right amount and in all the right places. The pad of his middle finger prodded your dripping hole, circling a few times and dipping in just a tiny bit, as if to test the waters. He would push in a little deeper each time, stretching you out in a way that made you feel like fine glass-or a virgin.
"Tell me, baby girl, how do I prove to you how much I love you?" He pushed the digit in deeper, wiggling it around and pressing up on a spot that had you squirming for him. "I mean, do I need to fuck those insecurities right out of that pretty little head of yours? Cause I'll do it, baby. Whatever you want"
"Yes!" You cried as he added another finger, pumping in and out at a rapid pace and abusing your g-spot. "F-fuck me Tsumugi! Please!"
Heavenly, that was the only word you could think of to describe the feeling in your veins. Like an angel was touching you, bringing you closer and closer to the pearly gates with each thrust of his fingers. Whatever thoughts that plagued your mind before, gone. A heat was starting to build in your belly, spreading like a rash throughout your whole body. You couldn't get enough, it was addicting, a painful but oh so pleasurable burn.
Tsumugi suddenly paused his movements, withdrawing his fingers and earning a whine of protest from you. Your childish mindset from your earlier tantrum reappeared, and you found yourself wanting to kick and cry once more. What was he doing? Why did he stop? Why why why why why?
He chuckled at the pout that came back to your face, hands moving down to fiddle with his belt buckle. "Roll over, darlin'. Facing the mirror"
Oh God.
You did as you were told, flipping over so your face was squashed against the sheets and your ass was lifted in the air. You wiggled it around a little bit, giggling at the reflection of Tsumugis flustered face looking down on it in the mirror. His pants and belt had already been swiftly discarded and his raging erection was straining against the thin material of his boxers, twitching as you shuffled backwards to rub up on it.
"Patience" He reminded, reaching his hand out to caress the skin of your backside, kneading it in between his fingers.
His hands were large enough to cover most of one cheek with one palm, and they left a trail of warmth wherever they touched. From your ass, to your thighs, then down to where you were most insecure about. His fingers stroked over the softness of your belly, running the pads over your stretch marks as if he were trying to memorise every part of you. Then he moved his hand to under your chin, forcing you to meet you own reflection in the mirror "Look at yourself. Look at that gorgeous woman there and tell me shes ugly"
"Tsumugi-"
"You can do it" He encouraged, moving the hand that still sat on your ass to the band of his underwear, pulling down and letting his cock free, giving it a few lazy strokes. "You're beautiful, say it"
You gulped. "I'm beautiful..." The words were whisper, barely audible, like it was a secret.
"And this" Tsumugi trailed the hand holding your chin back to the plush of your stomach, giving it a small squeeze. "Isn't fat, alright? The only time it will be is when I stuff you full of my babies"
With that, he plunged in, bottoming out with one harsh thrust. The angle was perfect, the tip of his cock resting snugly on your g-spot causing you to throw your head back in a moan, the loud sound bouncing off the walls. Tsumugi didn't give you much time to adjust, beginning with a soft pace mere seconds after pushing in. It was hard not to cum on the spot, with his hips rocking back and forth so nicely, cock pushing up against every little crack and crevasse inside you.
"I love you, (name). Ah~" He panted, leaning down to press a flutter of kisses down your back. "I'm so lucky. All mine. So pretty"
"Ah!~ L-love you too!"
Each praise was accompanied by a particularly hard thrust, a subtle but not-so subtle reminder that every word he spoke was the absolute truth. Heat spread from the tips of your toes to your core, your orgasm brewing as Tsumugis thrusts sped up. You were so close, and so was he-if the way his cock throbbed inside of you was any tell.
"Mugi~ Wanna cum so bad"
"Yeah? Lets cum together baby girl. Show me just how perfect you are"
You couldn't help the squeal that left your throat as you came undone over his words, the heat in your belly exploding like a volcano and flooding your brain with nothing but thoughts of your lover and how good he made you feel. Tsumugis came soon after, hips snapping to meet yours as he released his hot seed inside you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim.
The two of you collapsed on the bed, bodies sticky and clammy with sweat and other bodily fluids. Tsumugis gently pulled out before laying down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, bringing you in closer to pepper kisses all over your flushed face. "I meant it, you know? I love you so so much"
"I... think I'm starting to believe that now, I'm sorry, I guess I'm just now used to someone loving me this much" You confessed, burying your head deep into his chest. He smelt nice, a nice mix of that woodsy cologne he always wore and both of yours sweat. "I love you too"
He hummed. "I'm glad. Now, can I get back to reading my book or...?"
reader : gender neutral, no pronouns used
type : scenario
warnings : none
word count : 315
“wh— mugi,” you weakly protest, blinking the sleep away from your eyes. “mugi, c’mon…”
the boy giggles, offering you a closed-eye smile in response. “good morning!” he chirps, ever the cheerful bluebird. “did you sleep well?”
you make a vague sound, neither saying yes nor no. on one hand, yes — you have the day off from work (due to a certain occasion), and you allowed yourself to sleep in just a little bit, as a treat. on the other… you don’t think you like waking up to the other side of your bed empty, devoid of the love of your life. today, you opened your eyes to a nicely fluffed pillow next to yours, mugi’s glasses gone from the nightstand, and the covers snugly wrapped around you — the pang of disappointment immediately soured the good mood you had from sleeping so well.
“mugi…” exasperatedly dragging out the syllables of his name, you shuffle into the kitchen. a delicious aroma wafts through the air, and you can’t help the deep inhale you take… tsumugi’s always been a great cook. he’s wearing the silly frilled deep red apron you own — the apron strings tied into a perfect bow against his back. you huff in amusement. “and why are you up so early?”
tsumugi only smiles sweetly, waving a spatula at you in response.
slowly, you snake your arms around his waist, nuzzling your nose into the juncture between his neck and shoulders. “red looks good on you,” you mumble, lips pressed to his back. he shivers at the ghost of your breath dancing across his skin, a flustered laugh leaving him. “you think so?”
you hum in confirmation, before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “i can’t believe you’re making breakfast today,” you complain lightheartedly, lamenting the delicious breakfast spread you had planned to cook today. “but i’ll make it up to you today. happy birthday, tsumugi.”
