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liliasomnia · 2 days
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All my parts.
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Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.
"My scars are hiding Darkness, violence, vices, That keep me holding on to kindness, they all are mine
My heart is holding Sadness, loneliness, crisis, That keep me looking where the light is."
A (quite spicy) fic inspired by this beautiful art of Kanata by @/adriemori.
Tags: spicy, very suggestive, quite heated tbh, with some soft moments. I'm not sure how in character Kanata is, but he's both soft and... hot.
🌙 - For Lynnie @koumeowkami 💜 I hope you enjoy this. I listened to All my parts by Gyroaxia while I was writing this. Though spice is not my forte, I still hope you feel loved by your Kanata! <3
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Finally, he could relax.
He hadn’t hoped working at this inn would be all smooth sailing, but encountering that damn chatterbox of a redhead certainly didn’t form part of his plans.
The young man lets out a long exhale now. 
Despite the steam emanating from the warm water he’s enjoying, he can’t help but be reminded of your childish habit of blowing air in winter, your lips pouty as you watched it drift towards the stars.
He misses you now. 
Sure, perhaps this is a rare occasion in which he gets to kick back and relax in a privileged atmosphere… But it could never replace the tender intimacy of holding you in between his arms on his run down shower as the hot water runs out.
Long lashes sprinkled in lilac stardust cast tempting shadows over his cheeks, head resting against the edge of the pool.
“Kanata…” The voice he adores whispers suddenly.
Is he dreaming? To the point of imagining you calling for him?
The water shifts.
“Hmm, maybe you’re not in the mood for a bath together?”
At that, his eyes snap wide open, hot water sloshing over the sides of the onsen.
Right there, before his eyes, you’re sitting. Legs crossed, toes playfully swirling the liquid surface, body wrapped in a flimsy white towel.
Kanata’s face flares up in all the shades of crimson of poppy fields.
“Wha- H-how- What- How did you get in here?” Your boyfriend whisper-shouts, eyes of violet starlight darting to the sides to check and re-check you two are alone.
“I missed you… So I just… Wanted to have a bath with you.” You pout, looking down.
He can’t deny the way you teased him one second and got shy the next was utterly adorable.
He wants this.
“What if someone sees?”
You stare up at him, the beginning of a sigh already curving your lips downwards, the gibbous silhouette of a moon clouded in stygian.
You make to stand up, the towel around you, a cloud of dusky fog.
It beckons him towards the bliss at the end of the path.
One of Kanata’s hands instinctively wraps around your wrist before you can move farther.
He wants you.
You bump into his bare chest, the splashing water the only sound beneath the warm lights of the hot spring and the stars.
Between your held breaths, your gazes meet.
And each other is the only thing you know in this instant.
Amidst the galaxy of you and him, violet northern stars guide your heart to his; your stellas entangled the moment your arms go around his shoulders.
And then you collide.
It’s the searing blaze of staring directly into the sun.
Because you were his, haloing his full moon, the afterlife of his perennial winter.
A shiver runs down your spine the moment his tongue prods against your parted mouth, his ardent way of asking for access.
Which you grant, as you always did.
His heart is a river, turbulence ending in the peaceful sea of yours.
He pushes you against the edge of the pool, the lean muscles of his frame all too present against your bare body.
If it wasn’t for his arms caging you in, your knees would have buckled already. 
The waves at your very core throb, the ship of your restraint threatens to topple over.
And, at this point, you can’t tell if his hold is anchoring you or fanning your lustful flames.
“K-Kanata…” You whimper. 
You’re taken aback by how weak your voice sounds.
How pathetic.
And yet, because it’s Kanata, you don’t mind.
He leans in further, his sharp canines grazing the skin beneath your ear, bloody camellias left in his wake.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” He rasps. The huskiness in his voice sending your heart into overdrive. 
“I… I…” You mumble, before looking to the side.
Not for long, your boyfriend’s lips desperately locking with yours again, more hungry and deliciously violent this time.
The tips of his little fangs sink into the pinkness of your lips, in between every bite, only your moans and gasps.
Kanata wishes he could listen to you like this forever.
“My angel…” You utter, in between his onslaught of kisses, your fingertips tracing the slim muscles of his back, his arms, his abdomen.
Before your gentleness, his walls crumble completely.
No one has ever cherished him so tenderly.
If he’s the boundary between lightning and night skies, you are the breeze that blows away the clouds, the glow of his stars released from the shadows.
Damp strands of threaded hyacinth suddenly stick to your neck.
“You know I’m not…” He tsks, temple resting on your shoulder.
You hum, just holding him, in the quiet of the night.
The way his embrace tightens doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
It makes you a little happy and a little sad.
You loved feeling him close, but the desperation in his every touch and caress, the longing in every kiss breaks your heart a little, too.
’Please don’t leave, please never go.’ Are the words those gestures spell for him.
Your wordless promise comes in a trail of feathered kisses from his jawline to his chest. Your lips, akin to butterflies; ephemerally there, yet coloring his world eternally.
After a few silent heartbeats, Kanata’s hands cradle your face.
The illuminated water partially covering you two casts a faint turquoise glow over his face.
You can see every pore, every eyelash and crystalline droplet sliding down his cheeks, his hair, his neck.
Oh, how you envy the way they kiss his skin in such subtlety.
Your own hands rest over his chest; a heartbeat, broken and put back together by his own defiance thrumming beneath your palm.
In this instant, Kanata is showing you every crack, each glass piece catching the light in technicolor, melded back together, no matter how sharp and jagged, by the gilded aura of your sweet affection.
And maybe it was that, what ignited his own core now.
The next time your lover’s lips touch yours, you know it won’t be long until he’s on top of you in his bed, as you desperately try to be quiet, the intimacy of you and him, his most precious secret.
‘What are you waiting for?’ Your devious stare asks, the moment his lips separate from yours.
‘Remember, you asked for it.’ His feline smirk replies.
And you know that, no matter how exhausted you feel tomorrow, the pleasure of him and his smile right now are all you need.
The last stars would still be awake by the time you finally drifted to sleep, bare beneath white bed sheets. From a sky aglow, they bid you two farewell. Your heartbeat and your fingers comb through Kanata's hair, lulling him to sleep.
Though, no dream could ever beat the sweetness of your taste and touch.
He smiles now, soft and angelic.
Tenderly, you kiss his brow.
And even in your dreams, every bit of him is always with you.
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Hiiii! Good morning/afternoon/evening/night! I want to request Chungsung, Ryoga, Yuta, and Chisei, who has a fem S/O who isn't afraid to defend them from others by fighting. I hope this is okay. If you truly do not want to, that's okay! Thank you anyway! Love your writings! <3
(I think you meant Yuto but I also did Nayuta just to be sure
we don't write for Buraikan)
Chungsung Baek:
Chungsung’s expression is unreadable, and truly he didn’t mind the abuse although it wasn’t as sweet coming from someone he didn’t see as his ‘master’… But to have you step in to bear the brunt of it was quite interesting to him. He teasingly asked if you were perhaps a masochist, stating he had never seen you lose your cool but it was an attractive side to you. He asked if he could be on the other side of the vitriol, just to see what it looks like when you’re facing off with an opponent, requesting you not to hold back as he could surely take anything you threw his way.
Nayuta Yatonokami:
Nayuta knew when to not let things bother him, but it seemed like you took offense on his behalf regardless. He wished you hadn’t picked the fight as it was just drawing more attention and energy that you didn’t need to expend, but he supposed the show of affection for him was appreciated. He hoped you didn’t think he needed you to defend him, his ignoring the heckling was on purpose, and he’d inform you as such as you’re stepping away from the crowd that formed. He was surprised when you said it was just natural, like your body had reacted before your brain could, and he had to think about how deeply ingrained in your heart he was for you to have such a reaction.
Ryoga Tosa:
Ryoga is taken aback. He can’t remember the last time someone stood in the line of fire for him directly, normally the one to ‘defend’ or at least be a shield for others. He knew his temper had to be kept in check thus he couldn’t indulge those who started fights with him, but it almost made it worse to watch you take the brunt of it because he couldn’t. It does make it easier to walk away from the fight as he would truly lose his cool if you got hurt, not sure how to thank you for standing up for him or how to let you know how meaningful it was that you wished to protect him.
Yuto Inukai:
Yuto’s eyes are wide as you stepped in to scold the others, finger wagging like a disappointed school teacher. He’s not used to even Kenta keeping his lips zipped, though he was still scowling and cursing under his breath; seeing the others with their tails between their legs was a first. He wondered if the same thing happened when the other guy popped out, then becoming silently grateful for the fact that he wouldn’t because of your interference. There’s a little sigh of relief when the others go back to what they had been doing before the fighting broke out, Yuto giving you a little relieved smile of thanks.
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charismaofobedience · 7 months
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Inspired by my hit post on idol franchises and otherwise adjacent media (ifoam) yaoi/yuri alignments here is my final thesis.
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Long live yaori (yaoi yuri) nation.
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noodle-bowl-art · 4 months
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Hehehe! Thank you for giving me characters to draw!
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yumenosakiacademy · 6 months
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Paradox Live THE ANIMATION || "RISE UP"
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kusuguricafe · 4 months
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Aren't they just the cutest?? 💖
(clip from paradox live the animation, season 1 episode 6)
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ghostpotion · 5 months
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👑👑
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babe what’s wrong…
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You aren’t drinking your trauma juice 🥺
The OB boys must drink this for breakfast every day and had to quit ingesting it for post-OB therapy/j
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pdxxi · 6 months
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Berets :DD
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insinirate · 5 months
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🐅🦢,
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yuukels · 5 months
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starraebit · 6 months
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BAE
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AKANYATSURA
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THE CAT'S WHISKERS
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COZMEZ
PARADOX LIVE
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356migoro · 2 months
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The collaboration that i didn't know i needed
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arklayraven · 5 months
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Paralive 4th year anniversary illustration of The Cat's Whiskers released! 💙🐈
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dollwrites · 5 months
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!hostess!reader, public play, frottage, virginity loss ( reader ), suggested size kink ( petite!reader ), dubcon in the end, forced overstimulation, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day thirty [ iori suiseki + virginity loss ] // three of three very special fics for very special people!! @meloguro, I love you so much baby!!
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Iori was teasing you.
he enjoyed the flustered expression overtake your visage when he’d first pulled you on to his lap, and now he was just having fun with it.
“Someone’s going to s— see—“ you protested in a soft voice at first, when he’d guided your hands to his groin and allowed you to feel the outline of his cock through the fabric.
but he’d laughed, and pulled you closer, so you could hear him over the loud thumping of the music. “This place is too loud, and way too full,” he assured you with a devious grin, “no one will ever know. What am I paying you for, anyways, if not to tend to me like a good, little girl?”
while you could’ve protested that— explained that you’d only applied for and been hired to be a hostess in his club, you had been distracted when he used your delicate and inexperienced hands, pushing them beneath his linens to wrap around his cock and fish it out. you squeaked once it sprang free, and jabbed upwards in the air between the two of you, shyly attempting to avert your gaze. both of your hands flee to your face, fingers covering your eyes as your palms press to your heated cheeks. you’d never seen a naked man in person before, and you weren’t expecting the first time to be your boss. still, as much as you tried to hide your shame, you peeked through the cracks in your fingers to look at it again.
Iori was grinning at your display of embarrassment, but he seemed more than comfortable to be sitting there, knees spread wide with his little hostess perched on his lap, cock hard between their stomachs. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” he teases, before reaching up to grasp one of your wrists again, prying your hand from your face, “Come on, don’t be so shy. I need to feel your soft hands on me. You don’t mind, right?” guiding one hand to his cock, he curls your fingers around his girth, so you can feel just how hard and warm he is. the sensation of your velvety, gentle touch must’ve been a jarring juxtaposition to what his usually is, because Iori lets out a low moan, and tilts his head back against the wall as soon as he feels it. “Attagirl. Feel me…”
your eyes widened. you watched his Adam’s Apple jump with each sound of pleasure he made as you timidly began to explore the length of his cock with your fingers. most of his moans were lost in the music, but you could tell by the twitching in his throat that he was making them. your cheeks were on fire with a blush, and you stare down at his cock, instead, as a way to ensure that you didn’t make eye contact with him while your hand was between his legs.
you were in awe of it all. from the intimidating size to the pinky, flared tip and the vein-etched shaft. down to the well-kept base and trimmed, dark bed of hair. the faint scent of his arousal tickled your nose, and sent a wave of lust over you. you ran your fingers back up, running a soft pad over his slit and his cock jumped in response. Iori tensed, and chuckled thickly, his eyes snapping open to watch you play. “Found my sensitive spots already, did you?” he grinned, before his eyes flickered over your cocktail dress, the way it clings to your body, and one of his hands wraps around the small of your back, urging you closer. “But I don’t just want your hands, little hostess. C’mere…”
“I—I—!” your free hand presses to his chest in a sudden flurry, your eyes wide and uncertain as you look up at him, a bashful expression coating your features. “I’ve never—“ chewing on your lip, you choke out the words. “Done this before. I-I’m sorry.”
for a moment, Iori said nothing, his palm still flat against the small of your back, but there was a playful smile that grew on his features before he asked, amused. “Did you think I didn’t know that already?”
“H-huh?!”
Iori guffaws, pulling your lower half even closer. the skirt of your short dress bunches up around your hips, revealing your fabric cotton panties, and you whimper in response to being so suddenly exposed, now pressing against his chest with both hands instead. “When I first interviewed you, I knew you were too innocent for this place. Too sweet to have done anything like this job before. I knew you had to be a virgin, too, because the way you squirmed when I so much as allowed my gaze to wander…” as if emphasizing his point, Iori’s eyeline travels lower, over your cleavage as your chest heaves with nervous breath, and down to your panties, where his brow quirks deviously. “But, the way you looked at me. That cute, little curious sparkle in your eyes. I knew you wanted to find yourself right here, in this very spot. At my mercy.” his free hand slides just underneath you, the very tips of his fingers teasing your slit through the damp cotton, and you grip his collar tightly, clinging to him as he stimulates you.
he chuckles again, feeling you soak through even further, and looks back to your face, grin brimming with dastardly intent. “I would ask you if I was wrong, but you’re making a mess of your own panties, sweetheart. That’s how badly you want me right now.”
“Don’t look…” you murmur sheepishly, attempting to squeeze your thighs together, but Iori was already hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling it aside, exposing your slick to the club air. “Iori!”
“Hmm?” he’s teasing you again, you can hear it in his sing-song baritone. “I can’t help it, little hostess. I want to see your cute pussy lips slot around my cock. Go on, rub on it a little bit.”
he had you in the right position for it. with your lower half hovering close to his hard cock as it lay against his stomach, you nibble on your lip, staring down at it for a moment. you weren’t really sure how to give him what he wanted, but you also couldn’t deny that you wanted to feel him, too.
uncertainly, you lowered yourself until your sensitive core pressed flush to his cock. your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at his face. he was watching the join of your bodies, too, and he grabbed both of your hips with a husky, “Little more…” and began to rock them back and forth. your netherlips did exactly as he said they would, and draped over his girth, as if hugging him close, and as he started to buck forward to meet the rhythm he was moving you in, his swollen tip began to kiss at your sensitive clit. “‘S good, drench me good, sweetheart.” Iori grunts, his thin brows furrowing. you weren’t used to seeing him so concentrated. usually, he seemed playful and happy, but in this moment, as he rubs his cock between your sticky folds, he’s anything but. there’s a faint, red tint to his cheeks, and his tiers are barely parted as he starts to pant, but his eyes are fiery and focused, watching the head batter your poor button. “Fuck, your little pussy is so warm.”
it was embarrassing, but you didn’t want him to stop praising you. it was getting you off, feeling the strength in his hands as he drags you over his cock as if you weighed nothing at all, and the urgent pushing of his hips, as if he were desperately trying to bury himself in your virgin cunt and live there forever. you close your eyes, squirming and clutching at him. each and every time he prods your clit, you swoon and twitch, and leak more arousal on to his cock. “Iori—“ you moan, and try to hold on as your climax approaches, “I-I’m going to…!”
“Not yet, you’re not.” Iori murmurs softly, and stops your movements. when your eyelids fly open again, you stare down at him, flustered at the sudden halt. you had been almost there, you could feel it, but he’d pulled you back from the ledge. he’s looking at your face, grinning breathlessly, and he murmurs. “I want to feel you cum from the inside, baby girl. Do you want that, too?”
you considered protesting. you were nervous, well aware that he would pop your cherry and it would hurt like hell, but you were teetering on the edge of orgasm. and right now, you just wanted to reach that high. so you nod, and bite your lip.
“Mm—Mhm..!”
“Good girl.” Iori purrs, pushing you back just enough to be able to reach a hand between your bodies and grab his cock at the base, guiding it to split your folds instead of simply grinding into them. he teases your entrance for a moment, testing your elasticity and your willingness to stretch for him. “‘S gonna be a tight, tight fit.” he mutters to himself, and a bead of sweat pearls at his temple.
you flinch, feeling his tip trying to force you open, and whine and shut your eyes tightly, but it isn’t long before you feel his lips on yours, and hear his voice, feeling the heat of his breath with every syllable.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me when I take you.”
obediently, your eyelids fluttered open, and you’re staring directly into his gaze when you do. he chuckles a bit, pleased, and nods. “There we go. Just like that. I want to watch you fall in love with me.”
there’s an undeniable arrogance in his voice that might’ve been irritating if it hadn’t been true, because when his cock wormed into you, and the sensations exploded throughout your body, it was as if you’d melted on the spot for him. the two of you moan in unison at the feeling of him stretching you open and your walls fluttering madly around the intruder. his grin only widens, seeing your eyes sparkle in adoration and shock the very moment he grasps your hip and pulls you down to sit flush on him, giving you no choice but to take him hilt deep for your first time. though you cried out at the intensity of the pressure in your belly, you only gazed into his eyes, dreamily.
“You like the way that feels, huh?” Iori taunts you, rubbing your hip with his thumb, guiding your body in a slow oscillation whilst he thrusts forward to meet the movements, allowing you to feel every inch throbbing as he moves. shallow, deep, full. shallow, deep, full. you nod, speechless and needy, your legs trembling. “Taking your first cock, riding it?” his breath shudders, rolling his head on his shoulders as he thoroughly enjoys your tightness, “Mm, I know you do. I can feel it in the way you clench around me, baby girl. You’re so damn sensitive. You’re already so close.”
he was right, and you knew that, because your stomach was already tied in knots. you were already squirming and trying to relieve the pressure in your belly by bouncing on him harder, and faster, but that only intensified everything. you were going to cum for the first time, wrapped around your boss’ cock and you could do nothing but ride it out, unraveling and whining his name in hardly coherent babbles. you collapse against his chest, face buried in the fabric of his shirt. it smells of his intoxicating cologne. you struggle to breathe, your sensitivity turned up to one hundred, shaking as you stop your movements, and still on his lap.
“Aw, you poor thing.” Iori croons, shifting you on his lap. every movement coaxed a pleading whimper from your throat, and you tried desperately to keep him from moving you too much. he was still hard and deep inside you, but your spongy walls twitched and spasmed to the point of aching. “Already finished?” when you nod, he leans forward to kiss your temple, “Well, then just hang on. I’m not done with you yet, baby.” as he says this, you feel both of his hands on the small of your back, fingers interlocking to hold you in place as he starts to thrust his hips upward, suddenly plowing into you at a furious, hungry pace that has you crying out and trying to reach for your poor, battered cunt. he was, unfortunately, holding you too tightly. pinning you to him, and he chuckles hoarsely at your struggle, smearing his lips over your cheek and towards your mouth as he growls low and excited, “Mm, you just feel too good, little hostess. Fuck, I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied off your body.” it wasn’t malicious, but you knew you’d be aching for days as tears well up in your eyes, and he slams himself home in your guts over and over. “Gonna watch your pretty, little legs try not to give out while you’re serving tables after I’ve fucked the shit out of you, my cute little virgin.”
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asthsh0 · 7 months
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the ultimate beauty of them. ✨️✨️✨️✨��
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