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sakumz · 1 year

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. izumi x fem reader ]

tw❗: slight ooc ?

" IZUMI OH MY GOD! " you burst out laughing when you caught sight of the small boy, trying to wear lipstick.

" s-SHUT UP! get out of the room too! " he screams, his face a slight rosy red as he drops the lipstick and attempts to push the person older by two years from him out of the room.

oh how embarrassing those childhood memories were, and having you, a famous model and someone he painfully admires see him like that. you could've used those memories of him doing dumb things at that age for blackmail since those memories hunts him knowing, you witness some too.

" hmm? zumi-kun, there's flowers here for you. how cute there's a little letter here too- " before arashi could end her sentence the letter was snatched out of her hands by the grey haired boy with blue crystal eyes.

" tch don't touch things that aren't for you please and put those flowers somewhere, those flowers aren't just for me probably... " he mumbles the last part as he curiously inspects the letter before opening it and whispers whatever he sees.

" to little zum zum-kun hehe, what a stupid name indeed. ah how cute you were back then!! but now you're more handsome than cute nooo but I guess the handsome-ness makes up for it. oh my I'm talking too much waah. anyways you were amazing as always, you're even an outstanding idol now!! congrats and as always don't push yourself, we've never really talk that much anymore ever since we went our separate ways. sorry for leaving you like that back then and I in no ways and means deserve seeing and expecting our broken relationship to ever fix back. this is goodbye for now and ever haha, you're happy aren't you? bcs you hate me alot back then and you won't stop telling me that with every chance you get. Well, see ya around if ever... - bleh "

" huh senas crying!! " leo says as all heads in knights turn to face their fellow Knights mate.

" I'm not! shut up, where's the person who deliver this? did you see them naru? " izumi questions.

" um it was someone wearing a motorcycle helmet- " before she could finish her sentence, izumi stood up and rush out of the backstage room.

he ran outside and caught sight of a familiar hair colour person with a hat over their face, facing the sky, sitting on one of the many benches outside the place knights were performing in.

" y-you! l/n-senpai? " izumi calls out, getting a satisfied hum from the girl as she remove the hat from her face before smiling cheekily at the male.

" hahaha that's cute l/n-senpai, why not big sister? oh my were you crying? your eyes are puffy " you calmly pointed out leaving the boy to flustered and cover his face with his hands.

" I'll never call you that, its not fitting for you and shut up with me crying, I wasn't crying for you! " he replies.

" damn I see hahaha, I guess it really doesn't huh-c"

" look and listen here closely, I'll only say it once, l/n-senpai no y/n. I don't care about the past or what nonsense you did back then, I figured everything you did had meaning. you don't deserve blames or backlash, you're just trying to live life to the fullest too. you told me to live life the way I want so please don't leave me again, " he says in a quiet tone.

" little zum zum so adorable ahhh guess, the fashion show has to find another model and I'll be staying in Japan a little longer than I expected hehe, "

" don't call me that and don't skip work just to see me! "

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a/n : I'm.. its still burnout season sigh 🥱

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #sakumz.pdf #enstars x reader #izumi sena x reader

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sucrows · 1 year

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E, I, K, U for Izumi Sena if thats alright ^^

Love seeing the Izumi fuckers coming out of their caves, me too. also immediately breaking my 3 letters rule i see 🤨 lucky I'm also an Izumi fucker and the new knights song just dropped so I'll let you get away with it this time <3

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[E] EXPERIENCE:

Somewhat. He is an idol and a model, he’s constantly busy and has plenty of people around him willing. It’s a good way to blow off steam and he has done so with a few people, but not often and not with many at all. He’s a perfectionist so he’s done his best to learn. He tries to exude confidence, but there are certain things/dynamics he still has to experience.

[I] INTIMACY:

Typically, not very romantic in the moment, he acts just the same way he does outside of it: Rude and impatient. Though randomly his affection will shine through. The reality is that he just doesn’t know how to be nice, he gets much to embarrassed... Sometimes you can catch him gently carding his hands through your hair or petting your cheek or doing that little thumb rub thingy wherever he holds you... but he does not want to acknowledge out loud. Nope, absolutely not.

[K] KINKS:

He’s not usually too harsh with it, but degradation is something he’s really into. It’s kinda just in his nature to be a bit harsh on everyone, loved ones included. However, he doesn’t like hearing it towards himself. On him, it’s a very easy way to tempt him into rough sex or some type of impact play. He’s not necessarily a sadist, at least not fully, but he does think punishment is quite the fun and almost necessary part of sex. He pretends he’s so annoyed and angry with you but in reality, he’s just really horny and wants you really badly.

[U] UNFAIR:

As lovely as the sound of your whining and begging is for him, Izumi is rather impatient, so he never really does much of it. It’s a bit of a downside if you want to be teased, though if you want to do the teasing... it’s surprisingly easy to break him down. If you insist on just using your words on him, he might get annoyed, but if you pick up on it during actual sex he can and will begin trying to demand you to get it on with it- eventually begging if you refuse to let him cum for long enough.

#ask game #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x reader smut #enstars x reader #enstars x reader smut #izumi sena #izumi sena smut #izumi sena x reader #izumi sena x reader smut #hc.crow #hc.nsfw #hc.izumi #izumi.nsfw

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odysseys-end · 11 months

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Newbie

He could barely hold in his excitement. His senior may have to forgive his disrespectful behavior just once because this discovery is just simply phenomenal. Why, he's probably the only first-year with such forbidden knowledge! Forbidden but precious. If Tsukasa closed his eyes and tried really hard, he could just imagine Tori seething with envy right about now. He has to clasp his hands over his mouth, fearing that he may just say something to ruin this moment.

Never mind the fact that his senior looked only a second away from cursing out his entire bloodline. Judging by the way Sena Izumi's hand tightened on the book he held, he was trying. So maybe Tsukasa shouldn't tease him too much.

Sena Izumi, a former student of Primavera Institute of Magic. Expelled for practising the Dark Arts. Blacklisted by the Diviner of the Sanctuary. It's been years since his banishment from the kingdom, yet here he is, alive and irritable. The portraits of Izumi shown to them did not do any justice to his actual appearance. Yet another stigma that evil has to look ugly or plain. The youth before him is reminiscent of pure, untouched ice.

If Tsukasa were to have encountered his senior wandering the hallways of their school, he wouldn't have associated dark magic with him. Back on track, he came here to learn things from his senior. Magic that couldn't be taught in school, expressly forbidden but tempting all the same. His mentor probably wouldn't scold him, he might even say something along the lines of: magic is a medium to express one's soul and desires. easier to translate than the convoluted nonsense that is human speech!

His mentor would probably laugh like an incredibly annoying goblin.

"If you're just going to stand around like an idiot, just get out of my way instead of wasting my time." Sena Izumi growled. Right.

"Sena-senpai... eek! You don't have to look so scary!" Tsukasa protested when Izumi shot him a venomous glare. It made him want to recoil but if he backed down now, this chance would be gone forever. In record time, he immediately ducks down just as something made contact with the wall behind his head.

"You're resorting to throwing things now?! Are you not dignified, senpai?" exclaimed Tsukasa, aghast. Peeking cautiously at his senior, Tsukasa catches a glimpse of a smile on Izumi's mouth before it's gone. He's still standing there, not a hint of any movement except the book he held earlier is no longer in his hand.

"Look, I did not wake up this morning to get harassed by some rich and pampered neophyte. You're pretty daring to come in here, unaccompanied, Suou Tsukasa-kun." The air turned frigid. A few seconds had merely passed but Izumi had managed to turn this whole floor into a wintry domain. In the corner where he huddled, Tsukasa tried to summon a small ball of flame in his hands. Upon hearing his name, Tsukasa faltered, the feeble attempt at fire fizzled out.

Izumi stalked closer. Tendrils of ice seemed to spread out wherever he stepped. When he was finally in front of Tsukasa, he knelt down. with a small action, he managed to completely dispel whatever fear Tsukasa was beginning to harbor and also evicted him from his domain. Izumi flicked him.

"Go home, reckless brat."

The windows were still open in his dorm room, the curtains fluttering wildly- an after-effect from a teleportation spell. Tsukasa stared blankly at the cold, pale moon. He was sprawled on the floor, with a book in his hand. What just happened? How was he sent back here without alarming the defensive magic the school had around its perimeters? How is he not suffering from any repercussions from coming into contact with black magic when Izumi had approached him and even used glacial magic to touch him-

Oh.

Slowly, he sat up. The book he held was innocent, bound with a cranberry linen cover. The title was embossed in gold letters: Article of Faith, by Sena Izumi and... Tsukinaga Leo. Huh. Every copy of this book had been burned, the Elders claimed that it was teaching aspiring mages to reject the Sanctuary. Then this must be...

Tsukasa flipped through the pages, some sort of trepidation gripped his heart. Countless annotations made by flawless handwriting filled the paper. Most of it was directed at certain passages written by the co-author. I've got the last remaining copy, and it's Sena Izumi's.

"If he wanted to give this to me, he could've done so nicely." He pouted.

#wys' drabble #izumi sena #tsukasa suou #mage tsukasa #dark mage izumi #leo is tsukasa's mentor if that wasn't obvious #song titles being used because i'm very creative #knights enstars #leo tsukinaga

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nazukisser · 2 years

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✗ sena izumi x model!reader

✗ series of letters

✗ angst

✗ series masterlist

✗ inspired by seasons of blossom's summer arc && お誕生日おめでとうね。by uru

dear izumi,

sometimes i wish i could tell you how much you mean to me. its so stupid. both this disease and you. the way i fell in love with you, and i really never meant to. you're dazzling, and it's not just the way you look. of course, you're pretty; how else could you be a model? but you're not just dazzling in that way. the way you speak, the way you life me from low spirits, the way you held your hand out to me when i needed it most.

the way you dazzle, it's almost blinding. it makes me forget that i'm only here for just a short while, that we live in the now and the future isn't here yet; there is nothing to worry. i get lost in your eyes, and it's as if I forget about everyone else. the image of you is unforgettable, something i'll never be able to let go of.

perhaps, i can deny it no longer. i love you, sena izumi.

#sena izumi #enstars #ensemble stars #sena izumi x reader #enstars x reader #enstars x you #enstars x y/n #enstars imagines #sena izumi x y/n #sena izumi x you

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stierhai · 8 months

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Every Caller Wins A Prize

I started writing this fic for the AU Roulette, but absolutely did not finish. If I do finish, I'll cross-post the finished thing to Ao3 and my dreamwidth.

Series: Ensemble Stars

Primary Characters: Yuuki Makoto, Sena Izumi

AU: Post-Apocalypse (shades of Lovecraftian/Cosmic Horror)

The bright of the decontamination chamber when Makoto enters the inner broadcast station is the closest thing he's seen to the sun in 146 days and counting-- and he thanks his lucky stars for that. It's bad enough, the disconcerting amount of fanletters he gets. It's one thing to know the world is ending, but it's another to read the ubiquitous trauma-dumps about how bad it's going, and yet another if he had to see it with his own eyes.

Hence radio.

And it's not just him. Radio was pretty much a dead medium, he'd thought, getting into it. But now, nope. Now he's got the ears of what's left of the nation. So much for a quiet way to step out of the spotlight, to letting his voice fade out into the AM station's white noise.

On the plus side, he's found he enjoys radio. And he doesn't really have to read his fanmail.

He steps out of the chamber, cool mist clinging to the plastic of his coat as he sheds it. He shakes it over the grate before he hangs it up in the much dimmer, inner hallway. Across the way, Nazuna is still wearing his and dripping on the linoleum, as he waves him a good morning. "Mako-chin! More letters for you! This one's real fancy, give it a whiff!" Nazuna bounds over and waves it beneath Makoto's nose, where the rare scent of mossy earth, fir, and cold water spills upwards from it— he sneezes.

"G-geeze, how do you have this much energy? It's still early, isn't it?" He wipes at his nose, chin to his chest and shoulder to his face as he fishes around in a pocket to double check that he's not late.

Nazuna baps him over the head with the letter, and then presses it under his arm while he takes out his own handkerchief. "Not that early," he says, though Makoto's phone affirms they've got an hour before the broadcast begins. "Here, go freshen up. I'll go put this with the rest of 'em on your desk."

"You're always so reliable, Nito-senpai…" He stops trying to wipe his face in his shirt and takes the offered handkerchief, cheeks going pink as he replaces his phone. "Sorry, I guess I'm still not awake yet. Thanks, I'll get it back to you after."

Nazuna grins up at him and tosses him a casual thumbs up. "No sweat!" And with that, he's jogging down the hallway, plastic coat still on and flinging droplets with each bounce.

Makoto looks down at Nazuna's handkerchief in his hands. Actually, he has his own. But he'd already failed to say anything so the sunflower fabric sits clean and dry, unused in the front flap of his messenger bag. In the washroom, he scrubs his face, scrolls instagram, leaves some likes, skims the news, and then finally wipes away the chlorine-and-disinfectant-scent from the water off his skin.

When he comes to his desk, true to his word, Nazuna has left the stack of letters on his desk with the offending perfumed letter proudly propped up on top. Someone's gone through a lot of effort. The perfume aside, the envelope paper is something heavy weight and crazy nice, a silvery medallion of stamped wax seals it shut, and what's probably an expensive blue ink has penned his name above the address with an overfamiliar nickname. Listeners hear Nazuna call him "Mako-chin" on the air and assume they've got every right to call him whatever they like, too.

Whispering, so Nazuna won't hear even if he chooses this moment to enter the room, Makoto says to himself, "Gross."

Honestly, he can live with Mako-chin. That's something they've heard, something he and Nazuna have let them in on. But sometimes he gets the feeling that all these letters aren't to him at all. Thank you for being there, they write, though he's never met them, not even the once. I'm having a hard time, and the details follow from there. You've done so much for me. Your voice, your kindness, your humor. What are they even talking about? Doubt mounts inside him that he's got any of those things, because the rest of the letter is bunk. He hasn't done anything. He just talks because it's all he can do. He's not cut out for the sunshine, and it increasingly feels like he's not cut out for the limelight either.

He'll have to find a way to put at least this one in the burnables pile without Nazuna noticing.

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At first, Izumi had tuned into the radio just to help keep track of what day it was. He wasn't the socialite kind of influencer to begin with, so it's not like a little solitude was going to drive him nuts, or anything. Actually, it was nice not to have an idiot chattering in his ears all the time. It'd be totally counterproductive to turn on the radio for background noise, when he'd finally gotten the chance to not have some.

But there's something he can't quite put his finger on about one of the hosts that keeps him coming back.

He doesn't believe in fate. Still, the first time he'd tuned into the broadcast station the host was reading the daily horoscopes— "Taurus, the time between 4 pm and 5 pm will bring some favorable news on the personal front— h-hey, wait! That's now, isn't it?" A beat fuzzy with radio static brushes by as Izumi glances at his clock and sees that it is. The voice comes again too, the timing as if he's just finished the same check. "Ahaha, it really is. I guess I'll let you all know when I get some!"

So he's a Taurus. Izumi rolls his eyes at the hapless camaraderie the radio guy is projecting, playing at friends with his audience. Annoying. It sounds fake as hell. No one's actually that positive. The glance up is as good a reminder of that as anything. Music notes still cling to his unwashed walls, nearest the top where he'd missed them during his first pass scrubbing the room. Irritation flares up as he glares back down at the radio, like it's the one that put them there. Oblivious, the guy on the radio reads out Gemini's future, and then the rest as Izumi fetches cleaning supplies to deal with the rest of the grafitti.

"Next up is the weekly song request hour! Any genre, any artist! Old or new, we want to hear from you!" He laughs, like he can't keep a straight-face at reading the lame copy, before remembering something and breaking into a sidebar. "Oh— just keep it under ten minutes. Uhm, not that last time's prog-rock wasn't cool! But no more Flower Travellin Band for now. Or Mars Volta. Thirty-two minutes is kind of a lot…"

Who the hell lets people request that crap? It's so obvious the station's got trolls, if people are putting in for songs that waste half the run-time. No one with any sense would put up with it, Izumi thinks as he scrubs harder, the brush in his grasp furious with activity..

A phone ring punctuates the broadcast. "Hello and welcome to the radio request hour. You're live on the air, with me, your host: Yuuki Makoto."

"Hiya, Mako-kun." Greets the new voice. "I really owe ya a debt of gratitude, fer keepin' me company all the time. 'M basically livin' with the radio on."

"U-uh, really?" Like it actually catches him off guard. "Wow," Makoto says, like he's impressed anyone would do that, like he's considering how much time it is he spends on the air and that someone would listen to his job like it's their job, and finishes like faced with the huge reality of that he can still scarcely imagine it, "...that's a lot of listening."

"Ngahhh, is it? Didn't mean t'make y'nervous. I just thought Oshi-san over here might like the company, and I don't got too much goin' on in my head, so there's not too much t'say. You've really helped us out. It feels like we've really gotten t' know yah. ♪"

"Ehehe." Izumi can almost hear the blush, the embarrassed but slyly satisified grin sitting behind the mic. "Well, I try to be myself."

"Yer doin' a good job at it." The caller compliments, and then pauses. "Anyway, uh— nggah this'z off topic! Ehh, what was it again— can you do that Mozart guy?"

"—Hey!!" Makoto squawks, indignant. "I said nothing too long!" And then, a gasp, "So that's why you were buttering me up!"

"It wasn't nothin' like that, I swear! I don't have the brain cells for that, promise. It's just… oshi-san woulda like it, I think." A pause, and then after hesitation the voice continues. "Oshi-san doesn't really get up much anymore, not even t'yell when I really mess up. Not since stuff went real sideways. Still… I can't let him be, either. I remembered he liked classics an' stuff, so… mm, it'd be real nice. Mako-kun's voice is good company, but I thought he'd like the Mozart."

A few moments of silence, and then Makoto's voice chimes back in. "... I guess some of them aren't too long. Uhm, let me see here. . . Fugue in G minor? Eine Kleine Nachtmusik?"

"Oh, that last one's the happy one, ain't it? Let's go with that. Listen, Oshi-san, it's one've yer favorites! ♪ Let's give it a good listen together."

Warmly, Makoto agrees, "All right, Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. It's the happier one, too. Let's start the hour off right. Okay everyone, here's Mozart's A Little Night Music! Mozart, take it away."

Izumi's hands had gone still during the exchange, and his chest cold. Soapy water drips down the wall, as the bright allegro of strings alights from the radio speakers. Because he lives alone now, as surely as the caller on the other end of the broadcast does, no one turns it off. He's free to listen, without anyone rolling across the floor or declaring they hate Mozart. If Izumi wants to not hear it, he has to turn off the broadcast himself.

But on his own in the empty flat, the music just plays&mdash he never did understand why that idiot hated Mozart. But in that moment, he hates Mozart. In that moment, he feels like he understands.

So he tunes in daily, after that. ---

A sharp inhale ending in a soft khht-thunk delivers Makoto's mail down the pneumatic tube to his office in the underground bunker of the radio station. He groans and glares at the 2-way intercom on his desk. Of his two coworkers, he knows who to blame. Shinobu would have spirited them into his room without him noticing. This is a Nazuna move. Though Nazuna isn't really in the wrong. . . Makoto shouldn't have left them in a common area to begin with, at least not a working one.

He presses the button that connects to Nazuna and opens the conversation with an apology, sheepish. "Sorry… did I leave my mail in the broadcast room again?"

"Yup. Mako-chin, you can be a real airhead sometimes," Nazuna says, blasé.

"Well, if I'm honest about it…" He spins slowly in his desk chair, looking at the mail heaped at the bottom of the still-closed tube, and then back into place so Nazuna can hear the rest of his reply, "I don't really like them, so I try not to think about them too much."

"Mako-chin! Fans put a lot of effort into those!"

"I know. But still…"

"Still…? Hey, have creeps been after you? Mako-chin! If that happens you've gotta say something! I'll go right to the source and take care of them! I'll beat'r brains in, until it dribbles out dey— deir— their noses! 'Mgonn mudder 'em!"

Oh, Nazuna must be getting really worked up if he's fumbling his words. He can picture his face all red and going redder as he tries to get his mouth to work right, his little frame shaking with protective rage in the big high-backed gamer chair Makoto ordered him.

"No, uhm, it's nothing like that. I'm fi~ne. Really," he placates. "Ahaha, it's still, you know, a little weird for me. . . There's all this big stuff going on, and I just sit in here and read headlines and play music. I'm not doing anything special. The station could manage just fine without me."

"Mako-chin. . . No," Nazuna sounds sympathetic, but not enough to not rebuke Makoto for it. "No, without you, it'd just be the two of us running the whole station. Shinobun would die." That startles a laugh out of Makoto, as Nazuna continues. "So no more saying that. If you don't get why, you're not gonna figure it out without reading any. We can read them together, if you want!"

"Ah, no, I…" Nazuna's probably being nosy, wanting to make sure Makoto really doesn't have a stalker, but Makoto could think of fewer things more embarrassing than reading his fanmail with him. The thought of Nazuna seeing that he's causing all this fuss over a few empty compliments is humiliating. He sighs. "I'll read them by myself. Honest."

Nazuna hmms on the other side of the intercom. "If you say so. Stop leaving them around at least, Mako-chin. It's like you want me to scold you." And with that, Nazuna's end of the line goes dead before Makoto can respond.

Which is just as well, because he didn't have much to say to that.

Before the whole radio host thing, Makoto used to be a pretty high-profile speed runner. Game code buckled, sequences broke, and he shaved seconds off world records. He face revealed in a live-stream documentary— and then reality had folded like origami, the same way it did in his games. He doesn't have any stomach for glitches anymore, for going into the out of bounds and sliding straight through the edges of the world. He barely even likes seeing his face bounced back at him, the way he'd see it on off a retro cabinet's CRT screen.

The way he sees it now, looking at the plastic divider that seperates the booth where live musicians used to play, from the rest of the recording studio that's now his bedroom. In the reflected glare, his bright green eyes the same color as the newly fractured sun.

He inhales, and pulls up a lo-fi playlist to calm his nerves. Skin still crawling, he stands to retrieve his fan letters.

#series: enstars #WIP #au roulette

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 2 years

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Hello there! Could you do B, C, F & O for Izumi, Leo and Arashi? (you can leave out one of them/a letter if it's too much) Hope you have a good day!

Hi, thanks for requesting!

B, C, F and O (ft.izumi, leo and arashi)

izumi sena

B — Body Part

° His: if izumi had to pick a favorite of his, he'd probably settle with his hands. Very model-like, soft hands with long and elegant fingers. He adores when you play with his fingers, hold his hands or put them to more intimate use

° His partner: favorite body part of his partner is their eyes, izumi often finds himself lost in them. You know the saying "eyes are windows to the soul"? He might have gotten a bit obsessed with that sentence, as izumi is often seen staring you in the eyes

C — Cum

° izumi has a love-hate relationship with cum, whether yours or his, he gets quiet aroused by the sight of sticky liquid on yours/his skin, but also gets a little squeamish by it. He also doesn't really like the taste of cum, so he won't swallow it

F — Favorite Position

° against the wall or in front of a mirror are two of his favorites. Against the wall, no matter who gets fucked, is a great one for quickies, as it's really easy to just pull the pants down and up just as fast. In front of a mirror is the one where izumi prefers to bottom, he loves seeing you behind him with that devilish smirk

O — Oral

° izumi is on the receiving end on this one, like i said the taste of cum isn't his favorite. Izumi gets restless when you go down on him, he can't keep his hands to himself and might need a gag, he says the pleasure is too much for him to handle, but it's really just the picture of you looking up at him that gets izumi so sensitive

leo tsukinaga

B — Body Part

° His: leo loves his ass, don't @ me. He constantly has at least one of his hands touching his butt, showing it off to people and you. He forces your hand to always stay on his ass, even encouraging you to slap it, often making suggestive comments about his "booty" (his words, not mine)

° His partner: contrary to himself, leo loves your chest, doesn't matter if you have boobs or not, big or small, whatever. All of this doesn't matter to leo, he just wants to lay on your chest and forget about being one of the top idols in the ES. And maybe have your nipple in his mouth 👉👈

C — Cum

° cum all over leo, this boy is horny for it. He can legit get hard from seeing his semen on his body, same goes for your cum, he craves it just as much. Will definitely lick you and himself clean of any liquid and would describe the taste as "eccentric"

F — Favorite Position

° ass up, face down. According to him, the best position to get fucked in. Leo always awaits your return home in that position, wiggling his butt when you enter the room. Leo loves it solely because you can grab him by the hair from behind and yank it to make his back arch

O — Oral

° Yes, please! Leo jumps at every opportunity to give or receive oral, and let me tell you, he's pretty good at it himself. He quickly finds the right pace and places to bring you over the edge, and when receiving he gets so tongue-tied and dumb that leo can only blabber incoherently

arashi narukami

B — Body Part

° Her: arashi loves her legs a lot, she's tall and most of her body is just her long limbs. She likes it when you compliment her and touch her legs, she also adores when you massage them after a long day of work

° Her partner: arashi's favorite part of your body is your stomach, she loves laying on it. Skinny or chubby, she's ecstatic either way, she just loves it. If you're insecure about your tummy, arashi will become your hyper girlfriend and will compliment the heck out of you

C — Cum

° much like izumi, i don't see arashi liking the taste of cum, but she isn't against the idea of it overall. She actually enjoys being covered in the liquid and the way you look at her as if she's the most beautiful art ever produced

F — Favorite Position

° she's more on the classy side here, arashi prefers missionary because the pose is so romantic and brings you both so close to each other. Arashi gets to see your face and you get to see hers, it's also really easy to kiss in that position, which can catch her off guard sometimes

O — Oral

° something tells me that arashi is very good at giving oral, and she prefers it that way, she is more keen on pleasuring you with her mouth than the other way around. Of course, she won't reject it if you'd like to go down on her, in fact arashi would enjoy a lot. She just prefers giving on this one

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars headcanons #izumi sena #izumi sena x reader #leo tsukinaga #leo tsukinaga x reader #arashi narukami #arashi narukami x reader

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kuma829 · 1 year

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Decorate♥Crimson Chocolat Festival Chapter Nine

Ooh, your face’s doing that thing~

Cast: Keito, Izumi, Leo

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Season: Winter

Keito: (I’m completely late, aren’t I?)

(I told Kiryuu that I’d head to the soundproof practice room as soon as my work at the student council finished, but…)

a-Aha? W… What? Just now, there was something in that bush over there…

Hmm… It’s a cat? Where did you come from? It’s strangely pretty friendly, but it doesn’t have a collar…

Izumi: Hold it, where are you going~?

Keito: …!?

Izumi: Aaugh, isn’t there a ton of work left to be done? Soooo~annoying!

Keito: That voice just now… Wasn’t that Sena? It looks like he's gone, but it looks like he’s searching for someone…

It seems like my body instinctively thought to camouflage myself into my current surroundings… What the hell are you doing, me?

It was just because I was holding this cat I found, it’s not like I was doing anything wrong, right…?

Heh, haha! That tickles, my, you’re making yourself comfortable, aren’t you? …For a stray cat, you’re extremely friendly.

Speaking of strays, I heard Little John’s kittens were blessed with good foster parents.

Just the other day, I received a letter. Ahh, Little John…

Leo: Hey, Keito! Why don’tcha tell me about all that while you’re at it too!

Keito: Ough!? Tsu-Tsukinaga…? You, where did you come from?

Leo: Chocolat~! I was looking for ya, don’t ya just go running off without permission, only bad kitties do that, right~?

Keito: …Chocolat? Do you know this kitten?

Leo: Mhm. I found this little guy at school. I ended up taking ‘em over to Sena’s house so we could take care of Chocolat there.

When we were playing dress-up, Chocolat up and disappeared~. That’s why all of us split up to search for Chocolat.

I never thought Keito would be the one to find and protect you!

Thank you, Keito! I looove you!

Keito: Hm, it was just a coincidence. Anyway, when you say “everyone” you’re implicating the other members of Knights, yes?

I’m not sure what’s the deal with “Sena’s House,” but on school property this isn’t permissible.

If you keep this type of behaviour up, Yumenosaki will end up becoming a lawless wasteland.

Leo: Wahaha! Is that so! Don’t you worry, Keito. Naru will take Chocolat home and we’ll find Chocolat some adopted parents~

Keito: I see, if that’s the case, I take no issues with that.

Keito: Chocolat, I hope that you are fortunate enough to find foster parents that truly care for you…. Fufu, you’re a friendly kitty and I’m sure you’ll find a home soon. Stay happy, Chocolat.

Leo: Ooh, your face’s doing that thing~ Keito, when you do that, the atmosphere becomes much more lighter.

Keito: …Cough. I best be going. I was on my way to lessons, but I ended up wasting time here.

Leo: Is that it? I mean, I have to take Chocolat back too, or else I think Sena will go into a hysteric episode…

Well then, I’ll be going! Bye~bye!

Keito: How hectic…

But, thanks to you… I can see a glimmer of light in this dark tunnel.

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tired eyes refuse to close (ao3) shortly after leo's suspension, ritsu finds himself alone with izumi. they both stay. a love letter to ritsu, and appreciation for izumi bringing him into knights’ orbit ♡

Despite Izumi's general attitude and supposed distaste towards being "up close and personal" with others, Ritsu has never seen him alone. When they first met, just before the school gates and beneath the blinding sun, that "shitty four-eyes" stood with him. When they first took the stage together, Knights' spritely composer catapulted towards him. And then that same composer stayed. And he stayed. And he stayed. When Knights practiced, when Knights performed, when Ritsu glimpsed Izumi in passing — Leo always remained.

When there was shrieking in the hall and Izumi was struck by accusations so cruel that Ritsu was left shivering... there was still Leo.

(As painful as those screams were, it was obvious that Leo thought the world of Izumi. Leo had turned to two total strangers, assured grin splitting across his face, and said that they would also come to love him. All they needed to do — all Ritsu needed to do — was stay by Izumi's side.)

Weeks have passed since that fight. Weeks have passed since Leo was suspended, and Knights have not met since. Ritsu's life has, in most meanings of the word, returned to normal. He no longer wakes to Leo nestled too close beside him (even Ritsu is surprised that he allowed that to happen so often), or finds himself being dragged to last-minute practices or duels. The days are back to bleeding together with no consequence.

And, just as he did before some ex-model went and stepped on him, Ritsu is back to hiding in quiet, secluded corners of the school. Since lunch break, he's been resting in some dingy studio no one wishes to rent out, knees drawn to his chest and head awkwardly propped against the wall. It's not the most comfortable arrangement, but Ritsu's never been too picky in that particular regard. Furthermore, it's one of the few spots he can tuck himself away into without his stupid brother's stupid lackeys hovering about. That makes it much more valuable than the more comfortable places Yumenosaki has to offer.

That train of thought is interrupted by the quiet drawl of the door being opened. Ritsu swallows a groan. So much for that, he thinks, casting a wary side-glance towards the door — but the person standing there is no one he expects.

Better yet, it's one of the few who never thought of Ritsu as "Rei Sakuma's little brother" at all.

In all his pristine glory, there is Izumi Sena, hair just as carefully tousled and practice uniform just as perfectly pressed as they had been the last time Ritsu had seen him. Ritsu half-expects Leo to pop up from behind him, taking this coincidental meeting in stride and insisting Ritsu make space for him to nap, too, but of course it never comes. Izumi stands alone, stares at Ritsu alone, and looks down at the key in his hand alone.

A huff of laughter, too quiet for Izumi to hear, falls past Ritsu's lips. "That lock's long busted," he calls, without moving from his spot against the wall. "Properly renting this room out is pointless."

Izumi clicks his tongue. "Of course," he mutters, but Ritsu notices that he still takes care in closing the door gently and tucking the key away properly.

Through half-lidded eyes, Ritsu watches as Izumi leaves the door to set his things in the opposite corner. Besides the distinct lack of Leo at his side, everything about Izumi is just as he remembers. He walks with the same confident swagger. His chin is held high with that same infallible pride. As recent as it was, there is nothing to suggest Izumi still carries the burden of he and Leo's fight. Ritsu himself has been visibly upset over far less.

After drawing his phone from his bag and scrolling through what Ritsu assumes is a playlist, Izumi's eyes catch his. "You do know that I'm here to practice, right? If you're going to complain about the noise or whatever, you might as well leave now."

Ritsu considers it. From the depths of his memory, Leo tells him and Arashi to always stay friends with Izumi. A quieter voice reminds him that nagging aside, he doesn't particularly mind Izumi's company anyway. "It's fine. I won't complain."

"Heeh, really?" says Izumi. Ritsu shrugs. A pause, and then: "When was the last time you practiced, anyway?"

"The last time you made me," Ritsu mumbles, already sinking further into the wall, eyelids already drooping. "Don't push your luck, Secchan."

Izumi scoffs, but he really doesn't push it any further than that. Ritsu's eyelids fall closed, and some time later, one of Leo's compositions begins to ring through the studio. It's an older piece, Ritsu notes, presumably one that Izumi finds less miserable than Leo's recent works. The song is soon punctuated by the squeak of Izumi's shoes against the studio's worn floors. In his mind's eye, Ritsu can visualize the footwork and the sharp movements of the dance that accompany it. Izumi always dances with a precision that most Yumenosaki students could not even dream of.

The song loops four times before Ritsu gives up on sleeping altogether. He straightens, just enough to be simply leaning against the wall rather than trying to melt into it. "What are you practicing for?"

Feet scuttling to a stop, Izumi looks back at Ritsu over his shoulder. A pretty flush sits upon his cheeks, and his shoulders heave with every breath. His shirt is so sweaty that it clings. Ritsu registers these details with a sort of passive curiosity, and, in a way that is similarly passive, he wonders if Izumi's taken a break for water since coming here.

"Why wouldn't I be practicing?" Ritsu's gaze flicks up and away from Izumi's sweat-soaked torso to meet a challenging set of ice-blue eyes. "Just because Knights is on hiatus, doesn't mean that I'm about to start slacking off."

"Hiatus, hm...?"

"Yeah, hiatus. It's not like Ou-sama's gonna be gone forever."

That's what Ritsu thought about Rei, too. He wonders if Leo will come back the same: a cheap imitation of the person Izumi once knew.

He can't say that aloud, though. He doesn't think he wants to. Instead, a melancholy, pensive silence threads the space between them. Neither of them make an attempt to break it. Perhaps Izumi also indulges in it to turn over his thoughts, both considering Leo and the ways he had already seemed to be breaking — until, again, Izumi clicks his tongue, gaze dropping from Ritsu's own.

"Whatever," he says, and it's only now that Izumi crosses the room, snatching his water from where it sits beside his phone. For whatever reason, he still allows Leo's song to play. He takes a long drink, and then, after lowering the bottle from his lips: "I'd be practicing even if Knights had to disband. I still want to be an idol. Why would I be here otherwise?"

It seems like it should be a rhetorical question, but Izumi's eyes are on Ritsu again, looking at him a bit too expectantly for that to be the case. Ritsu merely blinks back at him, long and slow. Thinks of — but doesn't mention — the irony of it, considering the nature of Yumenosaki.

And, considering the nature of Yumenosaki — "Mm... Sounds hard."

Izumi squints over the top of his water bottle. "What part?"

All of it, really.

Too much to go into, even worse than whatever Ritsu was thinking of before — so he just makes a small shake of his head. Izumi purses his lips.

Don't push it, Secchan, Ritsu thinks, though this time, he finds there's no need for him to say so. Izumi lets it drop. Instead of pushing, he brings his water bottle back to his pursed lips, parts them, and drinks.

With the way Izumi tips his head back, a bead of sweat catches the light, catches Ritsu's eye. It runs down the column of his neck before disappearing into his shirt's neckline — and, for whatever reason, draws an almost insignificant memory from the recesses of Ritsu's mind. He is brought back to one of many scattered, last minute practices, only two or three months ago. The air had already been tense then, Izumi and Leo both wound up in ways that Ritsu had pretended to overlook, but —

Izumi's eyes had softened when he looked at Leo. When it turned out Leo had brought no water bottle with him, Izumi revealed he had brought two, just in case. When he had held it out to Leo, a bead of sweat identical to the one Ritsu sees now had run down his outstretched arm and over his elbow. Concern and fondness and something more had graced his features, just for Leo, despite how tense Izumi was becoming and how he scolded him.

Again, Ritsu wonders how Izumi seems to have sprung back as easily as he has. He also thinks that he's seen it already: little glimpses of what might make Izumi lovable, of why Leo encouraged him and Arashi to stay.

"It's not going to be easy," Izumi admits, startling Ritsu to the present. It doesn't hit him how far he's sunken into the memory until he's yanked out of it; he blinks at Izumi as if emerging from a dream, and finds himself internally scrambling to find the last thread of their conversation. Izumi carries on, either oblivious or uncaring, "With the Dreamfes system, and Knights..." He stumbles a bit on the words, and this time, Ritsu is again taken back to that fight, to yelling in the hall, to one of the few flickers of light he had seen in Yumenosaki being snuffed out. "But this isn't over."

"You're smarter than you look, right? Your strategies... helped, back when our efforts honestly mattered." Izumi clears his throat, glancing back down to briefly meet Ritsu's gaze. Ritsu still blinks back at him, a little owlish. "So help me come up with something that'll make Knights worth people's respect again."

There really is nothing Ritsu can do but stare back at him.

What the hell is he being so bossy for, grumbles one part of him, but another is transfixed by the way Izumi has lowered his water bottle and drums it lightly against his thigh, by the fact that his eyes still aren't quite meeting his. A lone voice at the back of Ritsu's mind cries: You're smarter than you look. You're smarter than you look. This is the first person since Maa~kun to look at you and not care about your stupid connection to your stupid brother at all.

His mouth feels dry; he can't find the words to say anything at all.

Yet another sharp click of Izumi's tongue resounds through the studio. "Not that I can force you. Think about it if you feel like it, or whatever," he says. Without another word, he turns from Ritsu and sets his water back with the rest of his things.

The song is finally taken off repeat in favour of another. The one that begins to play in its place is just as familiar, if not more-so; it is one of the first of Leo's Ritsu ever remembers hearing. Izumi starts to dance again, and Ritsu draws his knees closer to his chest.

There's still a place to stay. It reeks of desperation and stubbornness, but — there is something here. Not a home, but something.

So Ritsu closes his eyes, and might think for the sake of Knights' future. He might stay.

#ensemble stars #ritsuizu #ritsu sakuma #izumi sena

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