#isara mao x you

[kunikame]

in your system, even pluto is a planet. - i. mao

warnings : mostly mao centric, gender neutral, astral ref (my trademark trust), my formal apology to all maoPs for redamancy

w/c : 889

isara mao has always been second best.

it is how he spent most of his life, it is what he’s ultimately used to. he knows he would never be first– he knows he's not good enough to be first.

those are the facts, the truths he’s had to abide by since he was a child. no matter how hard he tried, there was always someone who was, simply put, better.

yet to accept a truth is easier than to stop hoping he could one day break the cycle.

he’s reminded of this once more as he watches his unit-mates work on their next choreography. as a friend first and unit-mate second, he will always be proud of them, will always support them and help make them shine if he can.

that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. 

watching them so easily become what he’s always wished he could be. isara mao is well aware he could never sparkle like they do.

as it turns out, he’s the only ‘trick’, whereas the other 3 are the ‘star’.

to accept it is slightly different than it is to continue fighting it.

and that’s where you come in.

while anzu may be their primary manager, she’s been kept busy by other units recently, so to keep trickstar functioning properly in her absence, you’ve been assigned to help them out instead.

mao wouldn’t exactly call it love at first sight (though makoto yuuki would beg to differ)– he simply has good intuition when it comes to people. he just knew you’re a good person, so he stuck close to you. that’s all.

all was well at first.

you helped them out wherever you could, gave them useful advice and even basically collaborated on the choreography. what caught mao off guard however, was that you tried your best to focus on all of them equally. you gave all of them the time of day when they needed it, without any reservations or excuses. if makoto had a question, you would answer it, and if mao needed help the moment after, you would immediately be by his side.

it was weird, to be treated like a voluntary choice.

then suddenly you no longer had time for mao. 

makoto, subaru, hokuto. subaru, makoto, hokuto. hokuto, makoto, subaru.

never mao.

and he doesn’t understand why. 

he doesn’t remember doing anything to upset you, so why?

have you simply realized he’s not good enough to be a choice?

sitting on a random staircase in yumenosaki, the redhead swirled his can of coke as he let out yet another helpless sigh.

he couldn’t even ask ritsu for help, he’d just fall asleep halfway through the story. perhaps it’s for the best if he doesn’t say anything at all. just suck it up and stick it out till the end, as always. deal with it.

for so long he’s associated himself with venus– with it being the second planet from the sun and all– he forgot to think that, maybe, he was just pluto all along.

with the final sigh of his short pity party, he threw the can in the nearest bin and made his way back to the studio. just a bit more practice and perhaps he’ll finally get closer to the others. 

the door opens before him and you’re standing there, eyes wide and mouth gaping, as if you’re seeing him for the first time (he probably doesn’t look much different though, he thinks).

“mao! i was just about to go look for you! the others have left already so i finally have time for you, i’m so sorry i’ve been pushing it off for so long, there was always just.. something. the lights broke and the–” you paused to let out a quick breath, shoulders relaxing for the first time this week, “you know what, whatever, doesn’t matter. i can finally take care of your concerns, so out with them!”

you step away from the doorway to let him in, but he just stands there dumbfounded.

“..mao?”

“... so you– you weren’t ignoring me? like, without reason?”

“what? no! i would never do that!” you looked genuinely distraught and now he feels bad for ever thinking so because yeah, you would never do that (or would you?), he’s just too used to people doing it (way too used, a voice in his head chuckles).

“oh,” he breathes, then steps into the studio.

“if it were up to me i would’ve dropped everything to cater to your needs, but the spotlight that was supposed to be on your position broke, so i made that my priority,” oh, “i’m sorry if i made you feel unimportant, i should’ve discussed it with you first..”

“n-no! no, no it’s fine. you’re fine. .. thank you. for-for doing that for me. and i’m sorry, too, i shouldn’t have assumed..”

you smile at him and he thinks not even the sun is worthy of you. 

it may be the center of the solar system, where pluto is not even a planet and where venus is second– but in the system isara mao sees you as the center of, perhaps he was mercury all along. if he is to crash and burn and suffer incineration in the long run, it may just be a worthy sacrifice.

at least he will no longer be second best.

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[darlingmaakun]

you should talk abt your nsfw thoughts on mao 😏 would love to see what others think about this guy when it comes to sexy times

mao nsfw headcannons

pairing — mao isara x gn ! reader

authors note — I LOVE MAO SOO MUCH I VERBALLY SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS ASK!! i have so much stuff to say about him so lemme know if anyones interested in a part two! (send me mao reqs to be my favorite)

word count — 408

i think it would take a good 5 or so months for you guys to do it for the first time

hes a pretty romantic guy, so he kisses you a lot during it and goes veeerrryyy slow

every little thrust is partnered with an “i love you” or any other sort of praise

speaking of, he’s very vocal

definitely whimpers oh my god i love this man so much

he loves to use his mouth on you !

he could eat you out / suck you off for hours on end

one of those people that puts your pleasure above his

thigh guy!!!! loves the thighs

with all that being said though, once you guys get used to it and are comfortable, he can get rough

nothing too too much, but he ends up going a lot faster and harder than he intends to

his hands always have to be touching you in some way, whether that be your face, your legs, you waist, whatever

he has a praise kink so use that to your advantage

i love the idea of pinning him down and riding him crazy

i know that boy is so overwhelmed between being the student council president, idol work, & taking care of ritsu, he needs to be sucked off once in a while

he has on multiple occasions sent you a text asking you to come over to the student council office, only to bend you over his desk so that he can relieve some stress.

or he might have you suck him off under his desk while he does paper work, might wanna be quiet though because he’s expecting yuzuru to come back any minute now

his favorite position is missionary, he loves to kiss you and whisper praises in your ear.

aftercare with him includes many cuddles, many kisses, many warm blankets, and one long nap. he also tries to nonchalantly give you his shirt to wear after (he’s a blushing mess, so say yes to make him feel better) 

overall, mao is an amazing boyfriend. and even though i just went on a whole rant about how he would be during sex, he cares more about the romantic and fluffy part of the relationship. he loves you so much he’s happy he gets to be with you in bed or out on a date !! 

[ninani06]

— Why am I even jealous of the plushie...?

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Fluff, slightly angst, casual romance.

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Isara Mao is now a well-known idol, a beloved member of Trickstar, and—most importantly—your boyfriend. His face is everywhere, from banners and posters to plushies and keychains. No matter where you go, there’s always something reminding you of him.

After graduating from Yumenosaki Academy, the two of you moved in together, finally taking the next step in your relationship. But despite sharing an apartment, you often find yourself alone. Mao’s packed schedule keeps him busy from morning till night, leaving you to spend most of your days waiting for him to come home.

At first, you didn’t mind. You were proud of him—watching him chase his dreams, seeing him shine on stage, hearing his voice through interviews and performances. It was everything he had worked so hard for.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the emptiness in the apartment grew heavier. The space that was supposed to feel warm and full of love started to feel too quiet. His things were here—his favorite jacket draped over the couch, his coffee mug resting on the counter—but he wasn’t.

You tried to keep busy, filling your time with hobbies, work, and even texting him whenever you could. But texts could only do so much. They couldn’t replace the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter filling the room, or the way he would pull you into his arms after a long day.

One evening, while running errands, you stumbled upon a plushie of Mao—one of the official Trickstar merch. It had his signature red-violet hair, his bright green eyes, and even a tiny replica of his idol outfit. It was ridiculous, really. But something about it made you smile.

Before you knew it, you were at the counter, paying for it and also some more clothes for it.

Back at home, you placed the plushie on the bed, staring at it for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” you mumbled, picking it up and hugging it close. It wasn’t the same as the real Mao, but at least it made the apartment feel a little less lonely.

Days passed, and the plushie slowly became a part of your routine. You’d talk to it absentmindedly while cooking, place it next to you while watching TV, and even hug it at night when sleep felt difficult. It was comforting.

Until one evening, Mao text you that he'll come this night. So you excite sit on the couch and wait for him. But the wait is too long, so you start to drowsy.

You flopped onto the couch, your body sinking into the cushions as exhaustion took over. Hugging the Mao plushie close, you let out a quiet sigh, your eyelids growing heavy. Before you knew it, sleep was pulling you under, your grip on the plushie tightening ever so slightly.

What you didn’t know, however, was that the front door had just opened.

Mao stepped inside, tugging off his hat and adjusting his mask—a necessity to keep from getting swarmed by fans on his way home. He sighed, running a hand through his messy red-violet hair. It had been another long day, filled with non-stop rehearsals, recordings, and interviews. But despite the exhaustion settling in his bones, he felt a sense of relief knowing that, at last, he was home.

Home to you.

As he walked further in, he paused mid-step, eyes landing on the couch. At first, his heart softened at the sight of you sleeping so soundly. But then he did a double-take, his brows furrowing.

Wait… what?

Why were you hugging… that?

Mao blinked, sweatdropping as he took in the sight before him. You were curled up around a plushie—his plushie—holding it so delicately, your face nuzzled against its soft fabric.

He crouched down beside the couch, carefully observing the scene before him. You looked so peaceful, so comfortable… and yet, there was something incredibly wrong about this picture. His green eyes flickered to the plushie, and for a brief second, he swore he could feel it mocking him.

Was he seriously feeling jealous over a plushie?

Mao shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Why am I even jealous of a plushie…?”

Still crouched beside the couch, he let out a quiet sigh before resting his forehead against the cushion near you. The warmth of your presence was comforting, but the fact that you were snuggled up with a miniature version of him instead of the real thing made something stir in his chest.

As he shifted slightly, his red-violet hair brushed against your arm, and the faint movement was enough to stir you from your sleep. You let out a soft murmur, your eyes fluttering open as you mumbled, “Mao…?”

He blinked before pulling back slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Ah, did I wake you up?” His voice was gentle, laced with amusement and a hint of guilt.

Your eyes widened the moment you fully registered his presence. Without thinking, you immediately threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Mao stiffened for a split second, caught off guard by your sudden affection, but he quickly melted into your warmth, wrapping his arms around you in return. His voice was soft as he murmured, “I’m home, Y/n.”

“Welcome home, Mao.” Your voice was slightly muffled against his shoulder as you snuggled closer, holding him even tighter as if afraid he might slip away again.

He let out a quiet chuckle, though a sweatdrop formed as he realized just how much you were leaning into him. You were so drowsy, practically draping yourself over him, and before you could lose your balance, he instinctively tightened his hold, keeping you upright.

After a long moment, he gently guided you back onto the couch, making sure you were comfortably seated before settling down beside you with a tired sigh. He stretched his arms slightly before turning to look at you—only to find you hugging the plushie again.

Mao deadpanned.

Seriously? Again?

You were so happy, absentmindedly playing with the plushie’s tiny hands and ruffling its soft hair. Mao watched in silence, but the sight made something in him stir—an odd mix of discomfort and guilt.

Resting his elbow on his knee, he placed a hand under his chin and leaned forward, his green eyes fixed on the plushie. “When did you get that?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Oh, this?” You glanced down at the plushie in your lap, a small smile forming on your lips. “I got it a while ago.”

Mao raised a brow. “But… don’t you already have the real thing?” His tone was teasing, but there was something behind his words—something more uncertain.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still fiddling with the plushie’s hand. “I know,” you admitted. “But… while you were away, I felt kind of lonely.” Your voice turned quieter, your smile tinged with sadness. “So that’s why I bought it.”

Mao’s eyes widened slightly, and he bit his lip, his chest tightening at your words. He had been so caught up in his work, his never-ending schedule pulling him in all directions, that he never stopped to consider how much time he had spent away from you. How many nights you had spent alone in this apartment, waiting for him.

And now, here you were, holding onto a plush version of him because the real one wasn’t around enough.

The realization hit him harder than he expected.

The silence between you grew heavier, and a pang of regret settled in your chest. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You hadn’t meant to make him feel guilty.

You turned your head toward him, ready to backtrack. “Sorry, forget what—”

Before you could finish, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Mao had moved in an instant, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you close against him. His chin rested gently on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

Your body stiffened at the unexpected embrace, your face heating up. The plushie nearly slipped from your grasp, but Mao’s arms around you were firm, grounding you in place.

His voice, quiet yet filled with emotion, broke the silence.

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone…” His grip tightened slightly, as if trying to make up for all the time he’d been away. “I don’t want you to feel lonely because of me.” He exhaled, his tone laced with guilt. “I’ll talk to my manager. I’ll find a way to make more time for you. I promise.”

You could feel the frustration in his hold—the way his fingers curled around your waist, the slight tremble in his voice. He had always been devoted to his dreams, but now, he was trying just as hard to hold onto you.

You smiled softly, tilting your head just enough to playfully bump it against his. “Just focus on your work. I was just babbling about my own problems.”

Mao let out a small sigh, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. Your feelings aren’t something to just brush off.” His grip around you tightened a little, his voice laced with sincerity. “I miss hugging you… snuggling with you…”

Before you could react, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Then another to your forehead. And before you knew it, his lips brushed against yours, lingering just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“And kissing you too,” he murmured against your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

Your eyes widened at his sudden affection, but then you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why are you acting like a clingy baby all of a sudden?”

Mao smirked, his green eyes gleaming mischievously. “Because I am your baby.”

Before you could protest, he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you like a child demanding attention. You let out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head. “I thought you were jealous of the plushie.”

At that, Mao tensed for a brief second. His eyes darted toward the plushie still resting on the couch, and you swore you saw the faintest hint of embarrassment flash across his face.

“…I thought you were asleep,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You grinned, tilting your head teasingly. “Unfortunately for you, I woke up just in time.”

Mao groaned, covering his face with one hand while you chuckled at his reaction. “So… sorry?” you added playfully.

He peeked at you through his fingers before sighing dramatically, pulling you even closer. “I’ll forgive you if you promise to keep your attention on the real Mao from now on.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, a teasing grin spreading across your lips. “I will… but only if you’re willing to buy me another plushie.”

Mao let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically slumping against you. “Unbelievable… I lost to a plushie.”

You giggled at his reaction, poking his cheek. “So, is that a yes?”

He narrowed his eyes at you but couldn’t resist the way your happiness radiated like sunshine. In the end, he sighed in defeat, shaking his head. “I’ll do you one better—I’ll plan a proper date for us.”

Before you could celebrate, he reached out and gently poked your forehead. “That way, you won’t need some fake version of me to keep you company.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Deal.”

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Mao stared at the plushie in your arms, narrowing his eyes as if it were his mortal enemy. With a deadpan expression, he muttered, “Can we throw it out?”

“NO!”

[manytoonepoet13]

Heartbeat.

One, two, three.

Every beat of my heart, it is no longer for me.

Instead, it is for a work of art.

Something that's more worthy for beats.

[valeriele3]

Fever Dream

Multiple Fandoms x GN!Reader Characters: Mao Isara, Trey Clover, Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Ritsu Sakuma Warnings: Besides cringe and bad grammar, nothing

This is currently incomplete and only contains Mao! I will edit in the other parts when it releases. I’m so sorry for the wrong tags

There you lay on your bed, tired and quite clearly sick.

You felt utterly terrible, but it'll all go away with a bit of sleep, right?

And so, that's what you did. You close your eyes and let the oncoming sleepiness take you to dreamland.

While sleeping, you sense a figure looming over you.

Which you would normally ignore had you been staying at your parents' house, but guess what? You weren't there right now. You were currently staying at your apartment, which you certainly didn't share with anyone.

Quickly stirring awake, you grab the lapel of the intruder's clothes, put your arm near the armpit, and throw them over.

You were about to bash their head in with the nearby book you had, but you paused when you heard them groan in pain.

'That voice sounds familiar..' you thought, and upon looking much closer to the intruder, you see Mao Isara on the ground.

Hold up, MAO ISARA?!?! THAT MAO ISARA?!?

That didn't make any sense; Mao wasn't real; he's a fictional character!

'What if he's a robber in a cosplay!?' The thought was absurd, but hey, the current situation itself was absurd.

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sudden voice that entered the space.

"Oww..What'd you hit me for..? That hurt" The robber cosplayer mumbled

You observed the man once more and finally noticed how your surroundings were different.

This room wasn't your bedroom; hell, this place wasn't even your apartment!

So that means that this intruder didn't just invade your home but also kidnapped you while you were asleep!

"-ello? Y/N? Are you alright?"

"You aren't sick, are you?" The man puts the back of his palm to your forehead.

"Geez! You're burning up! C'mon, let's get you to your room." The man hurriedly ushers you to what you now presume to be your bedroom.

Why did you just let the man basically drag you to your "bedroom" without putting up a fight? You honestly don't know yourself, but what you do know is that you're feeling ill. Very ill

After laying you down, the man rushed to get some medicine and, apparently, soup.

Hearing the bedroom door shut seemed to shake you out of your stupor.

You then begin to assess the situation.

'Alright, so the last thing I remember doing is falling asleep in bed. Then I suddenly awoke in this mysterious house. apartment? dorm? and, uh, a weird kidnapper who likes to cosplay."

‘I could probably escape through the window, but seeing how high up this place is, I would definitely break my legs, which isn’t ideal if I want to escape. The front door is out of the question too; I don’t even know the layout of this place, and it could be locked, hello neighbor basement door style.”

After realizing that you were basically not figuring anything out, you decide to look around the room.

The bedside table had a lamp, a clock, a picture frame, and a tumbler filled with cold water inside.

The walls were painted in f/c, and the decor was something you had only dreamt of having. Things that you wanted to buy but couldn't because of your budget.

'Let's see... a closet full of clothes that are quite fashionable, if I do say so myself." These clothes were definitely your size and fit your personal tastes. It seems the kidnapper did his research.

'Wait a minute. Did I just see a picture frame earlier? 'You quickly look around the room once more until your eyes land on the frame placed atop the bedside table.

You quickly grab it, and to your surprise, there in the frame was a picture of you with Ritsu Sakuma and Mao Isara. Two of your favorite characters in the game Ensemble Stars

Hooray! It looks like you got isekai’d in an alternate universe where you live in the Enstars world.

A knock on the door catches your attention.

It seems that Mao finished making the soup.

“Ahem..Come in! ”

The door swings open, revealing the maroon-haired man holding a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a pack of medicine.

“Here. Eat it while it’s still hot.” He places the items on your nightstand.

Still refusing to believe you got isekai’d in the Enstars world..you suspiciously look at the soup.

“Why’re you just staring at it? ”

“C’mere, sit.” He forces you to sit on the bed and grabs your ✨✨epic gamer chair✨✨.

He grabs the spoon and scoops out some soup, then blows on it to cool it down.

He then puts the spoon near your lips, signaling you to open them.

It seems that Mao Isara will be spoon-feeding you today. That’s one thing you never expected to happen.

“I’m not hungry, I—” Like a cliche scene in some drama or anime, your stomach growls, betraying what you had just said.

“Pfft.” He struggles to stop his laughter, but it soon fails, leading him to burst out in laughter.

He scoops some up again, cools it down, and puts it on your lips. This time, you allow yourself to open your mouth and swallow the soup.

He chuckles,

“What? Why’re you laughing?? ”

“It’s just... it really boosts my confidence whenever you eat my cooking, y’know? That sparkle in your eyes tells me that you enjoy it.”

“W-Well, it is delicious..So..ugh..just feed me more, please..I’m hungry.”

Mao chuckles, “Alright~ say ahh~”

You close your eyes and open your mouth

When you reopen them again, instead of “your room” and Mao in front of you you’re greeted with the sight of Trey Clover spoon feeding you

“Hm? What’s wrong? Is it still too hot?” He blows on the soup before attempting to spoon feed it to you again

“T-Trey?!!”

“Yes?”

“You’re Trey, like..Trey Clover!?”

“Uhm, yes, that’s me. Trey Clover” He seems surprised by your sudden change of..Mood? You assume

Part 1 ends here! Other parts will hopefully be released soon <3

.ೃ࿐Reblogs are highly appreciated! ^^

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Dreaming of You; Dreaming of Fairy tale

Request: @valeriele3

Have you heard about what others says about "your Dream boy/dream Girl"? Be realistic as the man and woman of your dream is nothing but an illusion made by your lonely mind. So wake up and stop dreaming of what if and make it a reality."

He said to you with soft smile, staring at you with his [???] Eyes that seems to reflect your image alone. As he lay lazily against the tree branch.

You wonder how ethereal person can exist. He chuckle as your silly face your making as he reach out to flick your forehead--

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"aww!!" You felt pain as someone wakes you up from day dreaming and you glared at your friend who raise his hand up in defense. "The teacher is asking for your papers.. geez..." Mao your classmate and close friend said as you realize his holding a stock of papers.

His probably task to collect the papers and seeing that almost no one is around but you and him. Means you were the last one to have your paper collected. "Don't copy my answer ok or I will bother your work so you will not finish anything done >:((" you joked making him laugh as you pass your papers. He looks at your papers and he suddenly looks modified.

"MC, why did you draw instead of writing your essay? Your going to fail so bad if you don't take this seriously..." He sigh as he show you the art you made. It was an image of someone with face not drawing holding his arm to you under the moonlight. "Gasp. Who draw this?!" You were shocked to see it and take it from mao hand who sign at your reaction.

"*Sigh... I guess I'll stay late to help you." Mao smiled at you as he take the seat in front of you and start to tap the table and you give him a look and went back to your seat. Excited that your friend is going to teach you about the lesson you barely understand. Cause of daydreaming.

While studying with your friend, you told him about the person in your dream. He listen to your story and wonder if you have some huge imagination or not.

Since he felt the characteristics of the dream boy of yours is similar to someone he knows. With those thoughts in mind he suddenly become mick. "Do you like the person in your dream?" Mao ask you as you tried to fry your brain to write the essay for the third question.

"Huh? I don't know. Probably! Since I don't really find interest in people around me to stop day dreaming of what if..." You don't notice the way his face drop at your words as your eyes focus in your papers.

"Ehh~ but there's bunch of interesting fellow out there!" He laugh his pain away. Chuckling as he press his side to stop himself from reacting out what he really felt inside. "Are there really?" You look up to him with eyes full of wonder. he suddenly cannot find his words as you lean close to him trying to see why his fidgeting like his being bitten by fire ants.

"What's wrong mao?" You ask him as he back away as far as he can with his chair till he gets knock off his chair and almost hit his head if not for you, holding his hand to stable his gravity.

"That was close call!" You pulled him up back to his feet .

"..." He stayed silent for a moment. You wonder what's wrong with him. "Hey--"

"MAO!!! YOU SAID YOULL TREAT US!" Subaru comes running in with a door slam. "Akehoshi!!" Hokke comes trailing in from the door, in shock what Subaru just did, disturbing a moment at that. "Shut up hokke." With bright smile Soob run toward you two after giving a look at his leader.

"Heyyy. You can come with us too, MC~" soob made sure to cover for his buddy as he dragged you out from the room. Leaving mao and hokke who give an apologetic look at his friend. "I tried to stop him. Sorry."

"Geez... So you two where spying..." Mao felt his legs give way as he held his cheeks and wonder what will he do with a hopeless fool like you who can't notice him? Ah... Such a distress.

...

In the other side. A black haired knight stared at a ghost who disappear from his sight. A silly ghost friend of his that comes and go to bother him. Yet he don't feel that it's such a bother.

A soft smile appear in his face as he look up to the beautiful full moon with his dazzling red eyes. He wonder if his going a little bit crazy to imagine things awake. Yet... He can't wait to see that silly ghost friend of his.

Table of Content

Reality Notes:

CHAPTER ONE

Dream notes:

[valeriele3archives]

Mao Isara

Fluff - ꨄ Angst - ☁︎ Yandere - ☘︎

ꨄ Fever Dream

<- Trickstar Masterlist

[ritsusakumawife]

Mao Isara 🌸

Fluff - ☀️ Angst - 🌧

Memorization ☀️

[chealinks]

There's more now

Leonazu au where nazuna is a yt cover singer by night and runs Ra*bits cafe by day, and leo is an upcoming music producer who is down on inspiration and looking for a muse🧡💛

The very unnecessary lore is that tomoya is the only one with a pocket in the apron because he works with a ton of frosting so he has tissue packets in his little pocket

[poetryandfluffycats]

hihihi can i req mao being like really rough but praising u alot throughout it ?? hopefully that made sense, i love ur work btw !! <33

A/N: mao fuckers your dinner has been served

Pairing: Mao Isara x fem!reader

Content: You never get to see your boyfriend due to his work as an idol and your own busy lifestyle. So, when you do see each other, all that pent up energy from the time you were apart comes to life.

Warnings: NSFW, penetration sex(p in v), barely any preparation, making out, neck biting, hair pulling, very small amount of knee riding, rough sex, praise, kinda pussydrunk mao

Words: 1.7k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

It was more than often that Mao got horny when you weren't around, which when you thought about it, was a lot of the time. Neither of you could ever get your schedules to line up, leading to dry spells that went on for weeks at a time and lonely night after lonely night with his hand down his pants and your name on his lips. And, if you were being honest, you found yourself in the same position most nights as well.

It was safe to say that the two of you were both extremely pent up, and just about ready to explode when you did see each other.

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"God, I missed you so much"

Maos hands held you in a earth shattering grip as he pushed you up against the wall, lips attacking your own in a sloppy kiss. There had been no lead up to it. No 'hello', 'how are you', nothing. The very second the door to his dorm was shut behind you he was pulling you in, pushing you up against the kitchen wall and was all over you like a bad rash.

Not that you minded of course, this was exactly what you had come over for.

You were weak in his hold, not able to do anything expect melt into his touch and let him have his way with you. A moan bubbled from your throat as his knee came up, nudging itself in between your legs and delivering that delicious friction your core had been begging for. Your hands flew up to the back of his head and clamped around his red locks, tugging with a force that made him whine in pain and his already half-hard cock twitch in his pants.

"Shit, Mao, slow down!~" You managed to pull away to catch your breath, but only for a spilt second before Mao dove right back in. Teeth tugged into your bottom lip and his tongue slipped into the cave of your mouth, battling with your own in a way that some would deem animalistic."Mao!"

It was hard to tell whether the noises coming from you were whines of protest or moans of pleasure. Probably the latter given the way your pussy clenched around nothing and leaked due to his actions, something that he could definitely feel through the very thin fabric of your leggings.

Mao pulled away from your lips with a loud 'pop!', a string of drool still connecting the two of you together. His eyes were blown completely widen with lust, his pupils nearly blacking out the blue of his irises. "Can't, 'm sorry I just... fuck, want you so bad right now" Once again he dove in, going for your neck this time. "You smell so good"

You kept your hands clenched tight in his hair as he continued his assault, each nibble at your neck sending a million waves of electricity down your spine and into your lower belly, a similar feeling to if you had walked straight into an electric fence. It was a feeling that no matter how many times you felt it it never ever got tiring, the moans that slipped from your throat being proof of that.

Maos hands found their way to your hips and he pulled you up by them, your legs wrapping around his waist to stay balanced as he rutted his erection against you. Sometimes you forgot just how strong he was. He could use this bare strength to throw you halfway across the room with little to no effort at all, and yet he chose to use it to hold you close as if you were his lifeline. It was oddly romantic, in a weird way.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, okay?" His voice was muffled by the skin of your neck but the lust behind his tone was enviable. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this, christ, every night I've been dreaming of you, dreaming of this pussy. You're so good, so fucking good"

It was like you were a teenage virgin again, desperately humping his knee for any type of relief for that growing knot in your chest. Maos words had your head spinning like you were drunk and yet you were completely sober. His touch was intoxicating, him alone was intoxicating. Just the right amount of everything you could have possibly ever needed.

"Please, just fuck me already, can't handle being teased.." Your whimpers and whines were like sweet music to your partners ears as they split from your mouth, a melody of pleads that he could listen to for hours upon hours.

That's if had any patience. Unfortunately for you, he didn't.

Suddenly, your legs were dropped from around Maos waist and he was bending you over the kitchen counter. Your ass hung high in the ass and nudged against the raging strain in his pants, the only thing keeping the two of you apart being the flimsy, cheap fabric of your leggings and the denim of his jeans. You were sure that both of those restrictions would be gone soon enough, anyway.

A single veiny hand came up to rest in your hair, tugging your head back whilst the other hand made quick use of his belt. The metal hit the ground with a 'clink!' noise that rang throughout the whole dorm. The sound was followed swiftly by the sound of a zipper being undone, the rustling of jeans falling to the floor, and finally the slapping of Maos cock hitting his stomach as it was freed from his boxers.

"Mao, please-"

"Your beautiful, (name)"

The head of his cock brushed against your clothed ass, earning a low hiss from Mao, and his hand that was once pulling your hair now coming down to tug at the waistband of your leggings and panties. "I'm not gonna prep you, gonna fuck you nice and raw, okay? Can you take it?"

You nodded your head yes. God, yes. You wanted him to completely ruin you from the inside out, to make your hole a mold for his cock. It felt as if you were wet enough to fill an entire olympic swimming pool, that's how long-and how much-you had been wanting and waiting for this. Mao seemed to get that message pretty quick, and within a matter of seconds both your pants and your panties were being ripped off your body. Sometimes you liked to joke and call Mao a tiger, because of his spiky red hair and general 'cat-like' attitude at times. But right now? It felt like the joke was on you.

At last, the tip of his cock met your aching heat. It had a cold and slimy feeling to it, one that made you shudder at the contact and buck your hips backwards to met his. The action earned you a blissful groan from Mao, and one very light smack to your ass. Both had you mewling.

"Good girl, you're so good. Are you ready for me?"

"Stop teasing me! Of course I'm ready-ah!"

Before you could finish your sentence Mao was pushing himself deep inside you, stretching you beyond your own limits due to the lack of preparation. Your entire body burned with pleasure, and in no world did you ever think that pain could be this fun. Strings of babbles and moans were ripped from your throat, none of them even remotely intelligent, but it was enough to let Mao know how good you were feeling.

"So tight, feels like you're gonna crush me" Mao whined, leaning forward-making it so you were trapped under his weight-to press a sloppy kiss to the back of your neck. "My girl, all mine yeah? I could fuck you forever and never get bored, your perfect"

The feeling of his thick length inside you was brainrotting. The veins along his shaft rubbed and prodded the walls of your pussy, and if you could look down to see your stomach you were sure there would be a bugle he was so deep. Your body tried desperately to adjust to his size, but every time you felt that delicious pain go away it was like he grew an inch bigger, just enough to torture you.

"Ma-Mao! 's too big!~" Your mind had turned to such mush that you couldn't even think any coherent thoughts, the only words in your brain being his name and 'please' over and over again. "Too much!"

"Shh, its okay baby, it'll feel good in a bit. You can do it" He cooed into your ear, and you could feel the faint outline of a smile on his lips. "I'm not gonna last long, shit, just hold on for me"

You nodded, or at least you think you did. You might have just moaned and sobbed a bit more, but whatever you did, it was enough permission for Mao to start moving.

His pace was rough and fast from the get-go, never giving you a moments peace as his rammed his cock in and out of you. Each thrust had you shaking, screaming, gripping onto the marble counter for dear life and for sure leaving starches all over the surface. The very tip of his cock brushed ever so slightly over your cervix, something that felt like it should hurt but instead made you see stars. That mixed with his balls slapping against your clit, it was enough to drive you mad if you weren't already.

"That's it, fuck, you're amazing" Maos praises were rushed and breathless as he neared his high, thrusts becoming sloppy as ever. "You're gorgeous like this. I love you, I love you so much"

And just like that, you were cumming. All over his cock, all over the floor, all over the counter, everywhere. It was the quickest and messiest orgasm you had ever had, and yet it still had you feeling like you had gone to heaven and back. Your walls clenched tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth and squirting your juices all over.

That feeling was too much for Mao, and had him releasing his seed into you not long after your explosive high. It filled you up to the brim, coating your insides white and some of it was even dripping out of your hole and onto the ground beneath you. Mao thrusted once, twice, and then a third time before slumping over on top of you, body completely limp from exhaustion.

"Holy shit, (name)..." The both of you took a few seconds to regain yourselves before Mao spoke again, a breathless laugh leaving his lips. "I think I just saw God"

You snorted at that. "Yeah. Yeah, me too"

[cornflakes7]

Enstars characters taking reader onto a simple but sweet cafe date for valentines day (with the song "Praline" by Kashiko as the theme...)

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

Valentine’s 2024

Simple café date with the Ensemble Stars cast (if you couldn’t tell, I incorporated the lyrics of the song into the post)

Characters include everyone x GN Reader (seperate)

notes: hiiii! I wasn’t sure if you really wanted everybody in enstars to be in the same post, but I did what was said, dear anon! This format will be a little bit different from my usual but I hope you enjoy

〜 “The way words exchange are still the same”. It’s only you and your date talking away in the comfort of the cozy café. The world felt unmoving and immobile when they hear the sound of your voice and laughter.

→ Ritsu Sakuma, Hiiro Amagi, Mao Isara, Hokuto Hidaka, Shu Itsuki, Eichi Tenshouin, Koga Oogami, Kuro Kiryu, Souma Kanzaki, Adonis Otogari, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Mitsuru Tenma, Anzu

〜 “Getting lost in the BGM in the store”. Your date’s thoughts drift as they stare at your features lovingly while the music in the café continues to play, as if you two are the two main characters in a movie.

- Nagisa Ran, Nazuna Nito, Izumi Sena, Hinata Aoi, Madara Mikejima, Jun Sazanami, Keito Hasumi, Niki Shiina, Arashi Narukami, Kanata Shinkai, Makoto Yuuki, Yuzuru Fushimi, Seiya Hidaka

～ “Even if hope is thin, I like you still”. Your date being shy but not giving up their chance to hangout with you on Valentine’s day. As awkward as they might act, every little compliment and smile is whole-heartedly genuine.

- Midori Takamine, Hajime Shino, Shinobu Sengoku, Tsukasa Suou, Tomoya Mashiro, Aira Shiratori, Tetora Nagumo, Tsumugi Aoba, Mayoi Ayase, Mika Kagehira, Yuta Aoi

～ “If you give me something sweet again”. Your date treating this date as a chance to keep you company and entertained. Nothing makes them happier than hearing you laugh at their jokes and blush at their antics.

- Rinne Amagi, Sora Harukawa, Natsume Sakasaki, Subaru Akehoshi, Leo Tsukinaga, Hiyori Tomoe, Rei Sakuma, Kohaku Oukawa, Wataru Hibiki, Kaoru Hakaze, Tori Himemiya, Ibara Saegusa, Himeru

[cosmical-flowers]

Danganronpa: Violent Voices (Enstars x Danganronpa AU)

Prologue: Feathering Hope in a Burning Field

Part 1: Forgetting Something Important

A dull noise. That’s all that rang in Subaru’s head. It felt like TV static, or the mindless noise of a washing machine. Something forgetful over the loudness of daily life. The schedule of waking up, going to school, getting home, doing chores, having dinner and going to sleep had been monotonous for a while. Doing that for so long can get so lackluster after a while. You can only wish for something shiny and new to appear. And after so long, his wish came true.

An acceptance letter to the Ultimate Course at Yumenosaki academy. A prestigious school, known for guaranteed success. Finally, a change in his life. He would be going to the course as the ultimate … ultimate … What was he going there as?

Subaru then woke up in the gym of an unknown school. The last thing he remembered was entering Yumenosaki so that he could attend the opening ceremony. So where was he now? He looked around, a hit of confusion struck his face when he noticed other students there as well. Who were they? Why are they here? A million questions rushed through his head and he was determined to get answers. He noticed a boy with beaujolais hair, fidgeting with a camera in his hands. He seemed to keep his head low, like he also has questions. Subaru then decided that since he was the first person he spotted that he could talk to him. As he walked up to the boy, he tried to appear more confident and friendly, pretending like he knew why he was here.

“Hello! I just woke up here and I think I'm supposed to be at the entrance ceremony for Yumenosaki Academy. Is this the right building or…?” Subaru decided to ask him. As the boy thought of a response, Subaru wondered if he made the wrong choice.

“No, this is Yumenosaki Academy. I'm also meant to be part of the entrance ceremony as a new student.” The other student added on, tilting his head up more.

Subaru’s eyes lit up as he heard that. At least he wasn’t alone. “Me too! Seems like we’ll be classmates! I'm Subaru Akehoshi! What's your name?”

“Mao Isara, i'm the ultimate photographer. Do you have an ultimate as well?” Mao asked Subaru, wondering what his could be. His cheery and determined demeanor could make him an ultimate with something like public speaking. Maybe Ultimate Motivational Speaker?

“Oh, I don’t remember mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nope! Not at all!”

“How did you forget something as important as that!?”

“It just happened, I can’t remember anything else as well. Just my name and knowing I'm meant to be here.”

“That's … really unfortunate.” Mao felt bad for his classmate. Forgetting everything, that must be a terrible feeling. Like a burning picture, or an empty film. Something was meant to be there, but it’s gone.

“It should be fine! I’ll remember sooner or later! It seems like a lot of other people are here as well. Should we go meet them too?”

As Mao hesitated to respond to him, Subaru looked ahead at the crowd of people. He smiled at him and began to notice everyone. Colorful hair colors, shiny outfits, an exciting environment, this is exactly what he needed. A breath taken away from something old and taking in a new world.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Students met: 2/???

Taglist: (N/A)

A/N: HELLO YAY FIRST PART WRITTEN!! The tag list is open right now, all you have to do is send me an ask to be added whenever the story updates! I do hope y’all enjoy it because this has lingered in my head for a while!

[darlingmaakun]

༊*·˚ 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙣'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜

INTRO my name is serinity / seri ! 19 years old & a college student . HUGGEEEE maoP & mayoiP !!! im a cancer (if you're into zodiac stuff) + an intp !!

BYF MINORS DNI ON MY SMUT POSTS !! writing on here will not be my first priority since as I stated before, im student & I have a job. im only willing to take a certain number of requests at a time since I don't work good under pressure.

RULES smut , fluff & angst requests are okay !! I write for all genders !! (I've never written for masc but im willing to try!!) I won't write piss / scat or anything like that , hardcore bdsm (it makes me uncomfortable) (some things are okay) , threesomes (it makes me uncomfortable), & daddy kinks. I will write for ships but only ones I personally support. my rules are prone to change

REQUESTS: closed

RAMBLES open !

[ninani06]

— I guess a kiss would be fine, right?

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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The school bells chime, signaling the start of lunch break. Without wasting a moment, you clutch the lunch box in your hands and make your way to the student council room.

Why are you here? Because Mao was nowhere to be found in his classroom. When you asked one of his friends, they mentioned that he had gone to the student council room. Knowing him, he’s probably drowning in student council duties again.

Even though you’re part of the normal course at Yumenosaki Academy, the path to the student council room is second nature to you by now.

You’ve been here countless times—sometimes to deliver class reports, other times to ask for advice. But more often than not, your visits have been for one simple reason: an excuse to see Mao.

Now, standing in front of the familiar wooden door, you take a breath and knock three times. Then, you wait.

Silence.

You blink, tilting your head slightly. That’s strange. Mao should be inside, right? Maybe he’s just too busy to answer.

Still, just in case, you raise your hand and knock again—this time, a little louder.

More silence.

A faint sense of unease creeps in. It’s not like Mao to ignore someone knocking, especially during lunch. Maybe he didn’t hear you? Maybe he fell asleep at his desk?

Biting your lip, you hesitate for a moment before reaching for the doorknob. Slowly, you turn it, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside…

The room is filled with stacks of papers scattered across the table, a telltale sign of just how much work the student council has to handle. Your eyes scan the room until they land on a familiar figure—Mao, fast asleep with his head resting on his folded arms.

A small smile tugs at your lips. Of course, he’d end up dozing off in the middle of his work. He always pushes himself too hard.

Carefully, you step inside, making sure your footsteps are as quiet as possible. You tiptoe closer, placing the lunch box gently on the table beside him, hoping he’ll notice it when he wakes up.

Mission accomplished.

Just as you turn to leave, something catches your eye—a few scattered documents lying on top of the pile. The bold lettering at the top of one page stands out.

Curious, you pause, leaning in slightly to get a better look.

Your gaze lingers on the sheet in front of you. It isn’t just any document—it’s a sheet of music.

Curious, you read the title softly under your breath.

"Finder Girl?"

You tilt your head in thought. The name doesn’t ring a bell, but then you remember—Trickstar had a friendly competition to decide whose song would be the best.

Your fingers trace the page as your eyes move to the bottom corner, where a familiar name is written. "This is Mao’s song."

A small feeling of guilt creeps in. You know it’s rude to peek without asking, but seeing him sleeping so peacefully, you can’t bring yourself to wake him. Instead, you let your curiosity win, scanning over the lyrics scribbled beneath the notes. The sheet is still unfinished, just a draft, but the words are clear enough.

As you read through the lines, you can’t help but chuckle. "This is so unlike him."

The lyrics are romantic and youthful, almost like something out of a daydream. It tells the story of a boy with a crush, watching the girl he admires closely—remembering every little detail about her through all four seasons. The way she smiles in the spring, the way the summer sun makes her eyes shine, the warmth of her presence in autumn, and the quiet beauty she holds even in the cold of winter.

Your cheeks warm slightly as you glance at Mao, still fast asleep.

Could this song… be about someone he likes?

You shake your head, pushing away the ridiculous thought. This is just a song, you tell yourself. Maybe Mao just wanted to experiment with a different style—something fresh, something unexpected. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than that.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you gently set the sheet music back on the table and shift your gaze toward the window.

Outside, the cherry blossoms sway gently in the breeze, their petals dancing through the air like fleeting moments frozen in time. Spring is already here…

And with it, the bittersweet realization that graduation is just a few months away.

Lately, the third-year students have been busy planning the graduation party. Excitement fills the air, but there’s also a lingering sadness beneath it all. After everything—after the endless days of hard work, the competitions, the events, the laughter, the chaos—soon, it will all become a memory.

A lump forms in your throat as the weight of reality settles in. Graduation means moving forward… and moving forward means saying goodbye.

Not just to the school, but to the life you’ve known here. To the countless moments you’ve spent with your friends. To him.

Mao is an idol. His future is already shining brightly ahead of him. Meanwhile, you’ll be just an ordinary civilian, watching him from afar.

The thought stings more than you’d like to admit.

No more dropping by the student council room just to see him. No more shared lunches, no more casual conversations in the hallway. In the future, he’ll be standing on grand stages, his voice reaching thousands, while you’ll be just another face in the crowd.

You crouch down beside the table, resting your arms on the surface as you watch Mao’s peaceful, sleeping face. His steady breathing, the way his bangs fall slightly over his closed eyes—it’s rare to see him like this, completely at ease, without the usual tired yet playful expression he always wears.

Before you realize it, your hand moves on its own, fingers reaching out to lightly brush against his soft violet-red hair. You hesitate for a moment but eventually let your fingers thread through the strands. He’s always so busy, always working hard for everyone else—he deserves at least this small moment of rest.

Your heart aches.

You’ll miss this.

You’ll miss the way he casually ruffles your hair when he teases you, the way he listens patiently whenever you ramble about something silly, the quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, talking about everything and nothing at all.

But most of all, you’ll miss him.

And worst of all—you haven’t even confessed yet.

A bittersweet smile forms on your lips. You’ve thought about it so many times, rehearsed the words in your head, but fear always held you back. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he turns you down? The thought alone is enough to shatter your heart before you’ve even spoken the words.

But… this is the last chance.

If you don’t tell him now, you might never get another opportunity.

You take a shaky breath, clenching your hands into fists.

You have to do this.

But… for now, you’ll let him sleep.

Confessing can wait—just a little longer.

With a soft sigh, you stand up, lingering by the table for a moment before finally deciding to leave. But as you reach the door, a sudden thought strikes you. A bold, reckless idea.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you glance back at Mao, still completely unaware of your presence. Before you can second-guess yourself, you silently step closer, lean down, and press a light, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

The warmth of his skin lingers on your lips as you quickly pull away, your heart practically hammering out of your chest.

“Well… I guess a kiss would be fine, right?” you mutter to yourself, cheeks burning.

But before you can fully process what you just did—

Gasp.

You freeze.

Slowly, with dread creeping up your spine, you turn toward the door… only to lock eyes with Tori and Yuzuru.

Well, technically, only Tori looks completely shocked—his mouth hanging open in dramatic disbelief. Meanwhile, Yuzuru simply wears an amused, knowing smile.

Your face turns completely red.

Your soul practically leaves your body.

Tori’s expression quickly shifts into a wicked smirk, and before you can even react, he starts tiptoeing away.

Your eyes widen in horror. Oh no.

Without thinking, you silently slip past Yuzuru, giving him a rushed bow, before bolting after Tori.

“Get back here!”

“No way!” Tori cackles as he dashes down the hallway. “I’m gonna tell Eichi about this~!”

Your blood runs cold.

HE’S WHAT?!

“TORI!!”

Yuzuru shakes his head as he watches his master get chased down the hallway by you. It was quite the sight—Tori running for his life while you furiously tried to catch him.

But that wasn’t Yuzuru’s concern right now.

With a quiet sigh, he steps into the student council room, closing the door behind him. His sharp eyes immediately land on Mao—who is now sitting up, his entire face flushed a deep shade of red.

The redhead groans, shifting awkwardly, and in his flustered state, he accidentally bumps his knee against the table.

"Ow—!" He winces, immediately grabbing his knee with both hands, but the slight pain is nothing compared to the absolute chaos happening in his chest right now.

He whines under his breath, flopping back against the chair as he runs a hand through his already messy hair.

He knew you had come in. He wasn’t fully asleep—he had been too exhausted to move, but he was definitely aware of your presence. He even felt your fingers comb through his hair earlier, and truthfully, it took every ounce of his willpower not to react.

But that kiss?

He was not expecting that.

A dazed smile tugs at his lips, and suddenly, he feels like a kid who just won the biggest achievement of his life. He reaches up, brushing his fingers lightly over the spot where your lips had touched his cheek.

Yuzuru, still standing near the door, watches the entire scene unfold and sighs deeply.

"Today is going to be much more energetic than usual…"

[windblumewishes]

❦ The Master List (Ensemble Stars) ❦

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖! 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕!

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚕𝚎𝚛,

𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚙- 𝚎𝚛- 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!

- 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 ❦

Starmaker Profuction

Tatsumi Kazehaya: The Saintly Sweetheart

Mayoi Ayase: Cowardly Yet Cute

Eichi Tenshouin, Izumi Sena, and Hiyori Tomoe x Street Singer!S/O: Sing It Loud and Proud!

Midori Takamine x Insecure GN!S/O - I Understand You, Just As You Understand Me

Cosmic Production

Hiyori Tomoe x Fem!S/O: Sick Days Are Bad Hiyori

Rinne Amagi - Rinne Roulette

I’ve Told Every Little Star Just How Sweet I Think You Are—Mika Kagehira x Fem!Reader

Eichi Tenshouin, Izumi Sena, and Hiyori Tomoe x Street Singer!S/O: Sing It Loud and Proud!

Rhythm Link

Kaoru Hakaze x FEM/AFAB!S/O: Fragrance of Love

Rei Sakuma x FEM!S/O - Let Me Bite You

Rei Sakuma x FEM!S/O: A Love Better than Twilight

New Dimension

Madara Mikejima: Howdy, Partner! (Head Canons)

Arashi Narukami x Fem/AFAB Reader - Girls Day Out (Head Canons)

Arashi Narukami x GN S/O - Energized As Ever But Cute Nonetheless (Head Canons)

Sena Izumi and Little Sister!Reader: I Will Be Your Knight! (Head Canons)

Eichi Tenshouin, Izumi Sena, and Hiyori Tomoe x Street Singer!S/O: Sing It Loud and Proud!

Art Videos:

Let’s Draw Isara Mao from ENSEMBLE STARS | Procreate

Let’s Draw Sora Harukawa from ENSEMBLE STARS | Procreate

Let’s Draw Nito Nazuna from ENSEMBLE STARS! | #procreate

Let’s Draw Sakasaki Natsume from ENSEMBLE STARS!! | #procreate

Let’s Draw Akehoshi Subaru from ENSEMBLE STARS! | #procreate

Let’s Draw Shinkai Kanata from ENSEMBLE STARS! | #procreate

Let’s Draw Hiyori Tomoe from ENSEMBLE STARS! | #procreate

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