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tunamayuuu · 9 months
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chiakana doodle dump! still learning about them and ryuseitai as a whole but they've become so important to me...
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dollwrites · 5 months
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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 — 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!suiseki!reader, noise control, finger sucking, king of tsundere himself, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i didn’t plan on writing this, but i can’t get the idea of kanata shoving his fingers in my mouth out of my head. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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“You’re being too loud again.” Kanata was panting out a ragged whisper in your ear, but you could hardly hear it over your own, loud whimpering and the table thump-thumping to the rhythm of his greedy thrusting. he may have been a self-centered lover, a learned selfishness from years of neglect or, perhaps, because he had to steal everything else he’d ever had. but, you’d be damned if you didn’t love the way he stole you, too. “You trying to get me killed?”
there’s a tinge of amusement lacing the sarcasm dripping from his husky voice, but the threat was a very possible outcome if anyone found out that he claimed you like this. quick, needy, disrespectful fucking. against the wall, in a closet, or — like this time — on a table. whenever and wherever Kanata could get his hands on you, usually on the way out after meeting with Iori and picking up his pay. “Shh…”
“K, K! H—harder, oh god, harder!” he was already pounding hard, the legs of the table you’re boosted on to grinding into the floor, leaving skid marks, and he was hilt deep already. his sweatpants shoved down around his thighs, his balls were heavy with need for you, and made a deliciously wet slap due to the way you squelch when he pushes deep. Kanata made you so wet that you couldn’t help but erupt like a geyser when he hit your sweet spots, and thankfully he didn’t mind the mess you always left on him. you knew it’d be the same today, he’d pull the frayed hems of his hoodie down to cover the wide, damp stain that smelled like you on his crotch. his clothes weren’t the only ones that suffered, though. your panties, pulled to one side for the quickest access to your cunt he could get, were soaked, too.
“Shut up,” he grunted, thin brows furrowing close together and teeth grinding when you grasp a handful of lavender locks, skewing his lazy side pony further, and jerking hard. expelling a heavy breath into your neck before pulling back, his head tilted upwards to accommodate your vice, lips parted, amethyst gems sparkling and pupils blown out with lust as he watches you squirm and cry out for him, against his demands to quieten down. “They’ll hear you.”
you couldn’t keep quiet, anyways. you couldn’t stifle your pleasured whines or the way you wanted to scream his name until your voice went hoarse. with your trembling knees dug into his ribs, your manicured nails biting at his shoulder and his scalp, your voice was your last line of defense against the haphazard way he fucked you. you didn’t care about the other boys in the building, the ones that you called your family, the ones that could — at any moment — hear you scream for Kanata and come running to ruin this beautiful, depraved moment with him.
all you cared about in this moment was Kanata, and how fucking good his cock felt inside you.
“Gonna cum!” you yip, your eyes threatening to roll back, toes curling. your knees tighten against his ribs, trying to lock him in place so you could ride out your high, “G—gonna c—!”
Kanata cut your mewling short, his middle and ring finger pushing into your mouth, muffling the sounds. they reach to the back of your throat in an instance, teasing your gag reflex as the rough, calloused pads press down hard on your tongue. your first instinct is to gurgle, eyes widening and flitting to look up at him. he was so close to you, his breath tickling the apples of your cheeks as his thumb anchors itself under your jaw, keeping you from pushing his fingers out as he fucked you into bliss. “Spoiled brat,” he spat, but there was a subtle yet undeniable fondness in his degradation. “I said shut up… You’re just gonna make me shut you up myself?” he moves them in your mouth, back and forth, to the reckless rhythm in which his hips snap to yours, and your eyes start to water as his digit tips prod at the opening of your throat each time, but this new way to keep you quiet had your pussy clenching, clamping down in his cock until he was breathless and struggling to keep his composure. “That’s— it… come on, princess,” the nickname sounded more like an insult coming from him, but it only made you wetter, “just keep… milking me… fuck, suck my fingers, baby.”
you obey, but only to keep as quiet as you could, sealing your glossy pink tiers around his fingers, you tasted the salt in his skin, your moaning turning to muffled vibrations as you struggle to keep your eyes open and on him.
but, you knew he was close and you wanted to see him cum.
his lip twitched, as if he were about to bare his teeth, his eyes glazing and falling out of focus as he becomes solely zeroed in on reaching his peak. his free hand grips tight on your hip, pulling you in to his movements, as the last few, erratic thrusts send you into your own tizzy. Kanata lets out a raspy moan, pushing you back and separating your bodies just in time for him to cum. wrenching his hands away, he uses them to pry your knees off of him, holding them far apart so he can pull out. as soon as he does, with a strangled cry from you, he releases, painting your panties and netherlips, the glaze dripping on to the table under you.
your chest was heaving for a moment, and you stare down at the mess he’s made of you, too, until you notice he’s staring at your face. it was only then that you felt the thin strings of saliva that he’d pulled from your mouth as they dribble on to your chin and leave little, damp patches on your top. you look up at him and smile. it was a half-dick drunk, silly grin, but it was enough to at least soften his gaze with a hint of adoration. “How the hell do I keep ending up here?” he asked in a low voice, pulling away to tuck himself back into his pants.
you sit up, and lean forward to catch him in a tight back hug, nuzzling your face in his shoulders. “Maybe you like me?” you ask, before adding, “I like you.”
Kanata’s silent, but he also doesn’t push you off for several moments, as if he’s deep in thought about something, before he scoffs and mutters, “I just fucked your brains out. You don’t even know what your own name is, much less what you like. You’ll think better of it later.” with that, now he does shrug you off, but he keeps his face partially hidden, trying to conceal the faint pink blush to his cheeks. “I gotta go. You know to clean up before you come out, right?” his eyeline falls to your ruined panties and the puddle of his spunk on the table. Iori would lose his mind if it left a stain, and the last thing Kanata needed was Zen on his ass. you make a face, scrunching your nose at his curt nature, even after doing something so intimate, but nod, and he heads out. you can swear, however, that you hear him murmur under his breath. “See you again… princess.”
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rougeandruby · 10 months
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a fallen god and his only remaining believers :(
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ukgk · 6 months
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NAME : 和彦 / TIME : 2007/06/30
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carnival-phantasm · 2 years
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Absolutely losing my shit at Friend C warning Kanata that there might be traffic because Biden is visiting their town in Japan and Kanatan just going "who the fuck is Biden"
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xketsuekix · 1 year
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rei got to kanata it seems
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cheesy-steak · 11 months
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Deep Sea Creature
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lovelyangelxxx · 10 months
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hii! I saw that you accept requests :0 well I wanted to ask for hcdns about 'boys being overprotective with their partner' for ryoga, kanata, shogo and hajun, thanks you *hug*
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caim | various paradox live characters x reader
caim; (n.) an invisible circle of protection that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times.
→ characters being overprotective of their partners
→ fluff, g/n reader (overprotectiveness can be toxic though, so i’m not sure if this is still fluff💀)
→ ryoga tosa, kanata yatonokami, shogo yamato, yeon hajun
~ hii, thank you so much for requesting!! i’m not sure if this is exactly what you’re looking for, but i hope it meets your standards :D
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
ryoga tosa ♡ 
~ ryoga is a man who is aware of his inability to speak to others and often resorts to violence as a result. he was previously a member of a gang, following orders and built up blind rage. when he sees you in an uncomfortable position, something snaps within him and he automatically rushes to your side. a protective arm over your shoulder, glaring down at the person who has caused you trouble. he might even go out of his way to make that person wish they were never born for what they’ve done, but no matter how violent he is at nature, ryoga will never hurt you and will promise to protect you. 
“what do you think you’re doing to them?”
kanata yatonokami ♡
~ kanata is known to be harsh, rude, and unpleasant to be around. he also struggles to display affection and his emotions, leading to him expressing overprotective behavior. kanata often won't let you go outside when it’s dark unless he’s with you and constantly asks where you are. he cares for you too much and believes that his behavior is virtuous protection of you from danger. he tries too hard to protect you without consulting you first which causes trouble along the way; but kanata will always love you and is simply unsure of how to handle his feelings. 
“don’t ever leave my sight again.”
shogo yamato ♡
~ shogo understands that his role as an idol interferes with his relationship with you; however he always makes an effort to help and protect you when you need him. sometimes, he does go a bit overboard. shogo is away most of the day, considering his busy schedule, so when he is around he always walks you home, has an arm around you, and constantly worries about your well-being. he has an elevated sensitivity to your distress and will continue to keep you from harm or discomfort. 
“please be more careful next time, love.”
yeon hajun ♡
~ everyone knows hajun has a bit of a sadistic streak going for him, even you. his sadism definitely partakes in the role of his overprotectiveness as well. no one dares to touch you or make you uncomfortable. he displays aggression and even cruel behavior to those who hurt you or cause you even the slightest discomfort. his protectiveness is always out of love for you, although it can be seen as extreme. he also has trust issues which make his behavior even more over the top; however he loves and cherishes you so much, despite his flaws and overprotective nature. 
“i will never let you go.”
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tunamuffiin · 3 months
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888xii · 3 months
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One Dream, Two Crowns
Attempting to remedy the fact that I've been a Cozmez fan for 4 years and haven't drawn any fanart of them (until now). Expect to see these boys a lot more in the future!
⊘ NO NFT, REPOST, or AI ⊘
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kekku · 5 months
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part1 of sum enstars doodles :3
Mika give me ur fit challenge............
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ourplebutterfly · 2 years
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Kanata!! ✨🐠
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dollwrites · 7 months
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of arguing/fighting, make up sex, aftercare, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ officially writing for my pookie </3 please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day sixteen [ kanata yatonokami + make up sex ]
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Kanata doesn’t apologize.
it’s not as if he thinks that when he says or does something incredibly stupid that it was the right thing to do, or that his pride gets in the way of him wanting to make up with you after a fight. it’s because he doesn’t know how to. he can’t form the words because no one’s ever said them to him. he doesn’t understand them, as if those three syllables were a different language entirely from his own.
Kanata doesn’t apologize.
not verbally, at least.
but you can tell he wants you to know that he regrets what he did after every argument; you can feel it in the way he pins you to the mattress, plowing into you from behind.
it’s always from the back after you fight, and you’ve come to understand that it’s because Kanata doesn’t want to look into your eyes and see any lingering hurt. he’s not supposed to be the one that hurts you, he’s the one that protects you. or, at least, that’s what he thinks he should do. so, the possibility that you might lock eyes and he would see an ounce of pain in yours that he caused was almost too much for him to bear.
instead, his hands wrap around your wrists, smashing your palms against the mattress as his slender frame rubs against your back, allowing you to feel every inch of his hot, sweat-soaked skin when he thrusts. his face is buried in your nape, and will occasionally dip between your shoulder blades to nip and kiss the area, leaving his signature in love bites across your flesh. your nails dig into the sheets, and you mewl into the pillow you’re chewing on. you can feel all of the passion and love he has for you poured into his fucking, but it’s almost not enough. you want to look up at your lover, and see the crimson tint his otherwise pale complexion takes on. you want to see the way his lavender eyes go hazy and heavy-lidded when you clench around his cock just right, and hear his faint, vulnerable whimper he lets out when he cums that you know only you have heard.
“K—“ you crooned, arching your back to give him a better angle, pushing yourself into his fervent rutting. your head rolls against your shoulders, tilting back, trying to catch a glimpse of him. his unruly, lilac tendrils were damp and sticking to his own face, and to yours as he nuzzles close to your cheek, panting and grunting in your ear, “baby, kiss me…” you plead with him for just a little taste, your lips parted, jaw hanging slack and your eyes unfocused.
instead of answering you, Kanata grunts and nests his face into your neck, where he kisses and sucks and nibbles on your pulse point as his hips slap against your ass in rapid, needy thrusting. he keeps uttering your name, whining it in between his ragged breaths, squeezing both of your wrists until your fingers are tingling. you can tell that he’s right on the edge, chasing his elusive high deep into your core, his sensitive tip twitching and throbbing as it daubs at your inner nerves. your stomach knotted up, as if he’d conjured a sudden orgasm for you out of thin air, and you croak in happy submission when it takes hold.
“Oh, fuck, K!”
Kanata wraps a gentle fist around your nape and guides your face back into the pillows, shushing you breathlessly as he does so. you know why— you could be so damn loud when he fucked you like this, and Kanata was a jealous man. the thought that any of the skeazy neighbors could hear your angelic screams of ecstasy through the shitty, thin walls of his apartment in the slums filled him with rage.
it was only after you’ve settled, trembling with aftershocks, that you feel him pull out with a long, shaking moan. your body reacts, too, butt pushing itself into the air to try and follow the cock that had abandoned you, but you roll over on to your back, panting and staring at the ceiling as he sits back on his knees.
for a moment after pulling the full condom off and tossing it in the wastebasket, he just sat there, staring down at his own legs and the twitching, satiated cock that lay over one thigh, his palms against them as he sucks in breath after heavy breath.
you look at him, and smile, albeit a bit sad for your lover. you would have to be the one to speak first, you knew that.
“Babe, c’mere.” you croon and open your arms, which is an invitation he gratefully and silently accepts, slithering right into them. laying his head on your chest, he avoids your eyes, even when you run your fingers through his wet hair and murmur softly, “It’s okay. I forgive you. I love you.”
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tunamayuuu · 7 months
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what if i started posting trad
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memoire1994 · 9 months
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flounder fan
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mousec1ub · 9 months
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wish granter 🎐
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