#kanata x reader

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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

“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.”

[kanatamour]

hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3

THIS IS MY LOVE.

Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.

ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.

Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.

— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.

— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.

— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.

— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.

— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.

— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.

— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.

— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.

— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.

— Or rather, show you.

— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.

— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.

— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.

— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.

— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.

— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”

— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.

— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.

— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.

— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.

— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.

— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.

— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.

— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.

— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.

— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.

— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.

— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.

— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.

— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”

— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.

— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.

— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.

— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.

— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.

— He wants to see you again.

— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.

— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.

— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.

— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.

— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.

— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.

— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”

— To which Kanata shrugs.

— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”

— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”

— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”

— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.

— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.

— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.

— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.

— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.

— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”

— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.

— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.

— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.

— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”

— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.

— So that’s exactly what he does.

— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.

— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.

— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?

— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?

— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.

— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.

— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.

— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.

— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.

— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”

— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.

— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.

— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.

— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.

— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”

— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.

— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.

— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.

— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).

ଓ HAJUN YEON

“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”

— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).

— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.

— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.

— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.

— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.

— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.

— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…

— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.

— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”

— It is, yes.

— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.

— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.

— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.

— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.

— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.

— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.

— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?

— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.

— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.

— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.

— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”

— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.

— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.

— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.

— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.

— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.

— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.

— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.

[al6nst]

Nsfw hcs for dom Kanata being a bully? It’s like a brainworm for me I can’t stop thinking about it his sweet demeanor with such a mean tone is my chocolate and vanilla it seems so good together

kanata... blub blub...

SHADENFREUD, shinkai kanata

title creds : biz-zera & sarm.

sketch info : more of a fic than hcs, theyre still involved tho. smut, almost meandom kanata, gn reader with both genitalia used, bully kanata obvi, degradation, love taps, dubcon/noncon, size kink almost, pet play, asphyxiation.

kanatas slim hands rub at your nipples, pulling and pressing them until you shake. hes whispering harsh things into your ear with a sugary voice and finishing it with an 'i love you'. he'll push you around softly, bumping into you ever so slightly just to brush against your cunt/cock and call it an accident whenever other people see with smile.

he breaks you in slowly, degrading you, almost never allowing you to get your needed release, putting his finger over your tip/pulling out and cumming on your stomach instead, leaving you unsatisfied.

kanata will take you in clearly almost freezing baths with him, and you're shaking and sobbing, begging for him to let you out, and he sighs and pouts, "uah.. you dont 'love' me anymore?" or "Why won't you stay with me? It's not that cold, " completely disregarding your feelings.

his voice is sweet as he whispers dirty things in your ears around friends and family, pushing you closer to the edge. his voice has you in a trance, always talking to you as if you were a dog with a honeyed tone, calming and soft, using degrading words and making fun of you as if you couldn't understand him, he purrs your name so nicely and you cant help but rub your thighs together pathetically.

kanata cant help it, but seeing your sweaty and nervous face as he runs his cock over your hole/his hole hovering over your member makes him want to mess with you even more, pinching your sides, kissing your collarbones and fondling your chest so innocently. and hes so nice, right? he wraps his arms around your shoulders, biting your lips as your eyes lock with his beautiful green ones. kanata ties you down to the bed, bullying his thick cock into you with little to no remorse, muttering sweet nothings into your ears as you whine into the comforter.

kanata treats you like a lovesick dog, but it doesn't hurt to indulge more, does it? the treats you get from always being obedient are worth it, his soft hands around your neck as he kisses your jaw. hes allowing you to run your hands over his body, his cock dripping on your stomach as he grinds on your fingers, the tired moans coming from his mouth as his head is rested in your shoulder. you cant help but disregard his obvious smile as you dive even deeper, his long fingers toying with your slimy tongue, pulling it out of your mouth. "uhn, how 'stupid,' of you" he says bluntly, never fails to make you nuzzle your head into his chest, and push his fingers deeper into your mouth.

and in the end of it all, he'll take you swimming with him, one on one. becoming equal with the water, kanata pulls you into the pool before you can take your clothes off fully, your shirt halfway buttoned, and your pants now soaked, dragging you down. you gasp and hold onto him. He comes back up, soaked, laughing at your pitiful state until it gets to you, your eyes even more soaked, and your face flushed from the choked and humilating feeling. he replies to your scolding with an 'oops' in that dazed voice that just makes you want to ruin him like he's ruined you, and you can't help but visualize his tear-stained soaked in your cum face.

both as bad as eachother arc in the end hehe

[nian-7]

Kanata Yatonokami x gn!reader

✧March 31st - Event

✧11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sun leaked in through the cracks of the blinds as you slept beside Kanata, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together without a care in the world other than the blissful sleep you both were in.

Breathing in sync and sleeping soundly together. Truly a moment worth cherishing with your pretty boyfriend. One that you hoped would come every morning if possible.

You sleepily brought your hand up to his face, nearly smacking his cheek when you brought your hand down harshly to his face.

" ...Hey. Watch it... " Kanata mumbled, stirring after the borderline slap to his cheek. His eyes weren't open yet even after your thumb rubbed his cheek softly, all he did was scrunch up his face as if trying to get himself to fall back asleep. Humming in response, you continued to caress his face, just as sleepy as he was.

Blindly drawing closer to his own face, your lips collided with his forehead causing your boyfriend to scrunch up his face again at the sudden affection.

" What're you doing...? " Oh and what a sight to behold when Kanata was sleepy... When you peeked your eyes open to look at your sleepy boyfriend who was far too tired to make any jabs at you for basically slapping him just moments earlier but god was he so pretty even when he was too tired to open his eyes.

" Just kissin' my pretty boyfriend. " You gave a sleepy smile that he wouldn't see with his eyes closed. Hearing him sigh and wiggle himself away from you to try and flip over to continue his sleep, you moved your hand from his face to his waist, pulling him back into you so he couldn't turn away.

" Well, stop it.. Tryna sleep over here, you know... " He spoke in an angry tone, well, as angry as he could sound with sleepiness still lacing his voice. Moving in your face again, you kissed his nose this time to which Kanata scrunched up his face again. Then his cheek. Then his jaw. Then he opened his eyes, an annoyed look plastered on his face. " Fine. I'm awake now. What'd you want? " He questioned, obviously expecting you to want something if you kept kissing him like that.

" Nothinggg~ " You teased, cupping his face again with a content smile as the sunlight stretched across the top of his head as it rose more into the blue sky. He sighed, mimicking your action of cupping his face to cupping yours. Leaning in, he kissed your lips. It wasn't a quick kiss either. No matter how tired he was, your lips were absolutely, undeniably something he'd never want to stop kissing.

As he pulled away, he left a quick nip on your bottom lip. " There. You happy now? " An unamused expression on his face.

" Very. " You smiled at him, leaning in for another kiss but you were stopped by him turning over away from you.

" Good. I'm going back to sleep. " You couldn't help but laugh at his statement, clearly masking his want for another kiss with the unspoken excuse that he was far too tired for it...

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[ritsusakumawife]

Kanata Shinkai Imagines

GN! Reader, Fluff

Whenever you're feeling down, he would either suggest going "puka puka," or if you aren't up to it, he would just stay by your side, ready to get anything you could ever want.

Whenever he suggests to go soak in/float for a bit and you're too lazy to get up yourself but want to join, he would carry you so you can puka puka with him.

Whenever you get home, you will often find a gift that contains handmade accessories or crafts left on your doorstep made by Kanata.

Whenever he goes shopping, most of the things he ends up buying are things he thought you would like. He always ends up buying so much that you worry he might just wake up to no money one day.

[lovelyangelxxx]

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*

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.”

[oinkoink321]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COZMEZ!!! THEY DESERVE THE WORLD 🩵💜🩵💜

(Also Merry Christmas guys!!!)

[xparaloversx]

Gesture Prompts #8 - Kanata Yatonokami

Clarification from Anon: oh sorry for not specifying, let it be, kanata who takes the reader to the alley ^^

As much as Kanata goes out, time where he allows himself to indulge himself is sparse. 

Because of this, a fair bit of your dates may not fall into the traditional “date” category, but Kanata secretly finds the domesticity and comfortability in grocery shopping enjoyable when you’re with him.

After being run ragged the entire week, Kanata can think of nothing else better than to have a hot meal with you and Nayuta on the rooftop watching the stars.

Which is exactly why you’re at the corner market today, picking out fresh ingredients for tonight’s dinner. 

Unfortunately, life seems to have other plans, as a stray cat steal a bag of fish the second your back is turned

And Kanata will be damned if he lets some mangy furball steal his dinner from him.

The cat’s surprisingly resilient, weaving its way through multiple alleyways before you both manage to corner it in an alleyway where Kanata manages to intimidate the cat enough that it lets go of your fish.

You’re both exhausted, sweaty, and at your wit’s end. 

Your gaze turns to Kanata, concern softening the raggedness that’s weathered your voice.

“Are you ok?” 

Silence. 

“Kanata-” Your incoming question is cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours, teeth and tongue clashing in desperation for closeness.

The noise of passersby and traffic becomes muffled, the only thing you’re able to focus on is the heavy pants leaving your lover’s mouth as he presses you against a wall.

Your previous exhaustion is quickly forgotten in favor of a delirious fervor that makes you weak in the knees.

Your hands fly up to grasp at the back of his neck, his waist- anything within your reach, as long as it was him. 

Nimble fingers make their home on your collarbone and hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What about dinner?” You halfheartedly tease after a particularly messy kiss, drinking in the blush that’s effused across his face. 

“Dinner can wait,” he snarks, his lips melding with yours once more.

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[poppyseedfics]

This is the second part of the little series, this one I wrote as a gift for some friends! Oh boy, I was really trying hard to cope with exam stress...

Enjoy!

Waiting for you to wake up pt. 2

Nazuna Nito

Starting with a kiss on the cheek, Nazuna takes his sweet time getting up himself. He doesn’t want to leave, so he gets ready so slowly and quietly, sometimes glancing over at you to see you still sleeping peacefully. Once he’s done, he sits at your bedside. He could go and get breakfast ready, but he doesn’t want to leave this peaceful moment with you, he’ll sit there, stroking your cheek, until your eyes flutter open.

Tsukasa Suou

Tsukasa would get up as soon as he’s awake, making sure to leave you a light kiss at the corner of your eye, he goes to get some work done. He wants to make the morning a little easier for you, whether it be tidying up or getting breakfast ready, he tries his best. When he sees you appear in the doorway, he greets you with another kiss and softly smiles at you, brightening your morning.

Souma Kanzaki

The first thing Souma does when waking up is looking at you, seeing you sleep peacefully, it makes him happy. Poking your cheek gently, he wonders how much longer you plan to sleep, but he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up himself. All he can do is to wait for you, he pulls the blanket over you even further to block the sunlight that’s slightly filling the room from you, letting you sleep for as long as you need to.

Kanata Shinkai

Kanata is the type to stay with you until you wake up. When he sees you’re still sleeping peacefully, he decides to doze off a little again himself. Wrapping his arms around you, holding you, he buries his face in your neck. The moment you wake up from his hair accidentally tickling you, he takes a moment to kiss your eyelids as they flutter open, and he tells you good morning.

[koihanwrites]

I HEART ENSTARS TOO (MY FAVE IS HATSUMI !!)

YAYY !! A FELLOW ENSTARRIE HIIII

[dollwrites]

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 ]

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.”

[mikafaery]

hey can I request 🏖️ with Kanata? ^^

Of course! I actually really love this idea!

Waves - Kanata Shinkai

AFAB!readerxKanataShinkai

Warnings: Sexual tension, beach sex, fluff, strong language, Cute sex moments, Slow and Sensual segsy time, I love Shinkai so much oml

Synopsis: It's your first time having a beach date with Shinkai and it quickly makes a spicy turn

"Puka Puka~☆" Kanata waited outside your dorm room door as you grabbed a few things before you two headed on a date. You suggested it, and he loved the idea so much that he wanted to go immediately. So here you are, getting ready to go to the beach.

You finally opened the door, wearing matching shorts and a top set that was Shinkai's favorite color and a bikini underneath. Shinkai had already been ready for the beach, so you both left. 

Once you arrived at the beach, you immediately ran onto the sand, "Let's go to the water after we get things settled!" You yelled.

Shinaki smiles and joins you onto the sand, "The sun is out today, so the water may be warmer than usual~☆"

You opened up your bag and put a towel onto the ground, then sat on it. Shinkai sat next to you while looking out into the tranquil water.

Then, after a few minutes of fumbling with your bag, you pulled out the sunscreen from it and started to rub it onto your arms and legs. Shinkai, still spacing out, doesn't notice and hums to himself quietly.

"You need some to Shinkai." You say holding out the sunscreen. 

Shinkai looks back at you and smiles with his usual grin. "That's okay Y/N, I don't need any. The water is already my sunscreen~☆"

You looked at him in shock, "How? That doesn't make any sense"

"Fufu~☆ I can show you when we're in the ocean~☆" he softly laughed.

You just let out a long, exhausted sigh and went back to putting on sunscreen, then your face suddenly lit up with an idea. "We should get some ice cream!"

Shinkai nodded, "Ice cream sounds nice~☆"

Both of you got up and hurried over to the ice cream stand nearby. You both then walked over to the cart together and placed your order. You had gotten a cone of your favorite flavored ice cream and Kanata had gotten a popsicle.

You both then walked down the coast, eating ice cream, as you excitedly discussed what you would build together. "After this, we can make sand castles together" you exclaimed.

Shinkai nodded happily, eating his popsicle, "When do we get to swim?~☆"

You turned to look at him, but before you could reply, your ice cream falls onto your shirt, "Oh shit." You say this while looking at the ice cream on your shirt.

Shinkai then looks at you with a reassuring look on his face "We can wash it off in the water~☆" 

You agree and you both walk back to wear your stuff‌. "Since we are getting in the water, I guess I should take this off." You say as you start to take off your outer layer of clothes.

Shinaki stared at you, blushing while you stripped to your bikini. His heart started to race as he stood there with a flustered look on his face. You quickly took notice and smiled, "I can't swim in shorts and a shirt you know"

"Would you like to try something with me?~" Shinkai's voice tone turned serious, and you started to gain curiosity. "What is it?" you asked.

Shinkai walked up to you and whispered close to your ear, "Do you want to have some fun?~☆" You looked back at him blushing, "Right here? but-"

Kanata softly giggled, then took your hand. "I know a place where we can go Y/N~☆" He then walked over to a different part of the beach before I could say anything else.

We stopped at an area that was surrounded by rocks. There was no one around and you two were completely alone.

"Y/N...are you ready?~" Shinkai asked. "Of course my love" You smiled back at him.

Shinkai's lips were soft and warm as he pulled you in for a kiss. His hands were gentle as they went up to the side of your face, cupping your cheeks. You melted into the kiss, pulling him closer.

He then pulled away and looked at you with a smile "Do you want to go for a swim?~" he asked. You nodded your head in agreement. He held your hand and you both ran in together.

You both went in, shoulders deep into the water. Shinkai smiled once more before pulling you into a kiss once more, only this time it was passionate.

Your lips intertwined with his as he deepened the kiss; the quiet waves surrounded the both of you.

He started to kiss down your neck and your breath began to become heavier. The tension built up so much to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. You just wanted him on top of you.

His hands traveled down to your waist, gripping it tightly and pulling you in closer, making you quietly gasp. Kanata took notice and he pulled away once more, "Can I take some more off?~" He asked in his usual tone of voice.

You nodded, and without hesitation, he pulled off your bikini top and threw it out of the water and into the sand. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he made eye contact with you, pure love and admiration in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful Y/N~" He softly whispered. You smiled at him warmly, and without warning, he started to kiss your neck once more, before he kissed down to your chest.

"Kanata-" You moaned faintly. He smiled against your chest from hearing your noises.

After a few minutes, he pulled away and put you back down into the water, "We can go to the fun part now~" He smiled. I softly laughed back at him.

He then took off his swimming shorts and your bikini bottoms, then threw them onto the sand. He then picked you back up and slowly lowered you onto his cock.

"Hng-" He gently moaned, burying his face in your chest from embarrassment. He then looks up at you, a pink tint in his face, "I'm going to move now~"

He then holds onto your waist and starts to grind into you slowly. You cupped his face and pulled him into a heated and sensual kiss.

You moaned softly when he hit your sensitive spots, and every time you do Kanata makes note of where it makes you feel good the most.

His soft grunts and moans were all muffled against your lips and your skin. "Y...Ah~...N....You feel so good~" He whined.

His movements all started to get faster and sloppier as he felt himself getting closer to his release, making you know how much he needed you.

All you could hear was water sloshing, soft gasps, and the sounds of kissing. "You look so pretty like this~" Shinkai praised. You looked down at him, giving him a smile before you gave him a peck on the nose, making him blush. Although he was already balls deep into you, he still felt embarrassed by the little things that you would do.

Shinkai's grip on your waist began to become tighter when he suddenly picked up the pace, getting rougher with you. "Ah~...Kanata!...Yes!~" You whined out, throwing your head back.

"I-I" Shinkai stuttered then buried his face into your chest once more "I'm...ah~...I'm gonna!~" Before he could finish his sentence he bucked his hips into you, letting out a loud moan. "Ah~...Y/N I'm cumming~"

Once he finally came out of his high, he looked up at you with a slight blush on his face, "Do you want to go for round two?~" He said breathing heavily.

NOTES: Hi everyone! Sorry it's so short and not as detailed as I wanted it to be. I'm writing this at like 3 am so my brain is fried :(

[kazemiya]

★彡Flower shop au with Kanata

Taglist: @solaaresque (fill in this form to be added)

Word count: 399

a/n: hi! I’m halfway with meteor impact so in honour of that he’s a little thing on Kanata, their not idols btw and did yk Hydrangeas represent gratitude (you’ll understand later on in the fic)

“Excuse me, is this Petit Fleur flower shop?” You gently pushed the glass doors to the shop your referred you to. They needed some flowers from this shop and why not just help them run a little errand?

“Yes Yes~,how may I ‘help’ you?” A faint voice comes from the shop counter, behind the wide variety of flowers and plants.

You brushed the plants blocking the path to the counter, revealing a blue haired boy tending a vase of tulips on the table. He sends a little smile towards you as he places the tulips towards the side, his hands making small gestures to motion you forward.

“Um I’m looking for a bouquet, preferably with flowers suited for a congratulation” you requested.

Thinking deeply, he turns through the back door and returns with a bouquet of flowers. Roses of all different colours, wrapped together with a bow on top. “Perhaps~, this is what ‘you’ are looking for?”

Nodding your head, “yes! It’s perfect, it’s super pretty too” touching one of the rose’s delicate petals.

While Kanata was wrapping the bouquet in some parchment paper, he asked “whoever is ‘receiving’ this must be super ‘lucky’” giving you a closed eyed smile “flowers are ‘expensive’ you must really care for this person”.

“Ah no! No it's an errand for a friend, I wish I could buy flowers, but they really are too expensive” giggling at the way his face seemed to relax a little at your words.

Handing you the bouquet carefully, he returned to the back of the store. “Please wait a ‘while’, I have something for ‘you’” Returning with a small bundle of hydrangeas, he placed them in a small corner of the bouquet you were holding.

“W-wait, I can’t take those! Flowers are much too expensive to be given for free” however, with your hands full you weren’t able to refute his actions before he motioned you out gently.

“If you would like to ‘repay’ me, come again And don’t worry about the ‘flowers’, it’s a thank you for today~” He returns back into the shop once he notices that you are no longer in sight.

“Kanata! Who was that customer, you shouldn’t just give out free flowers like that!” Midori frowned as he lectured Kanata.

But alas, Kanata wasn’t listening, all he could wonder about was what your name could possibly be?

[nian-7]

Hi! Can I have Hajun, Kanata, and Reo with a short reader? If you don’t want to do all three you can just do Hajun. Feel free to ignore!

hi!! sure, please enjoy!

Hajun, Kanata, Reo x gn!reader

✧short!reader

✧fluff

-He teases and messes with you because you are so short compared to him. Hajun won't shut up about it sometimes because he likes to see your reactions when you get angry at the teasing.

-He will stop if it really does start to make you upset and loosely comfort you. It won't stop him from lightly teasing you though, he'll just find the line he shouldn't cross when it comes to his teasing about your height.

-Honestly, he greets you just by putting a hand on your head if he walks up from behind you. He's not too annoying to the point where he'd start resting his arm on your head or anything but it's the little things he does to remind you that you're short.

-Kanata is well, average height and most likely taller than you. He doesn't really care to be honest. He loves you so why should he care how tall you are?

-Genuinely probably doesn't click in his head sometimes that you're short unless you ask him to grab something out of your reach for you.

-He doesn't really tease you or anything and just treats you like a normal person. It's just not really in his nature to tease you for your height, you can't control it.

-He finds it comforting when you go to hug him and you rest your head on his shoulder/chest/whatever is closest. He'd never openly admit it but he does really like it and is glad you're short enough to do it.

-Could go one of two ways, either he doesn't really mind it if you're around the same height as him. He doesn't really notice that you're technically 'short' since he is as well.

-Or, Reo will tease you if you're a noticeably shorter than him. It's nothing too much but he does poke fun and tease you about it because he thinks it's fun! Especially if you were to get angry at the teasing.

-Whether or not you are considered short, he won't treat you too differently just because of your height. He's also short so there isn't much reason for him to point out that you're short unless he's teasing you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[marinereverie]

hold me tight

→ cult! kanata shinkai x reader

↳ warnings: spoilers for meteor impact (?), mentions of cults and implications of abusive parents, a meltdown, nothing extreme happens but the future parts will contain yandere themes and unhealthier relationship dynamics.

↳ notes: 3.2k words. this takes place wayyy before the academy, tried to stay accurate to meteor impact, lmk if any warnings need to be added; ty keep in mind kanata is very much human just brainwashed; this is probably a prologue .. will edit this later

It was always just you and your mother.

That ended when you both suddenly moved far off from your hometown without so much as a word to anyone. Your mother swore up and down this would be the last time this would happen, that where you were going was a perfect paradise for the two of you to stay from now on.

And then, you were surrounded by too many people all at once when you had finally arrived; people clad in strange robes and wearing odd expressions. After a discussions between your mother and one of them, she was led away while you were held back from following after her by a gentle-looking woman who smiled at you far too falsely to soothe your cries and wails.

Upon entering this place grander than any house you had ever lived in, she was assigned as your guide.

From then on, Lorie never seemed to want to let you see your mother anymore after entering, always ushering you off to the morning sessions or to complete your daily chores when you were idle enough to request such things like visits or ask when you’d see her again.

You complied with her demands even if you wondered what she was doing without you around; you hoped she wasn’t lonely at least.

But as a child, you could only do what these people told you to. You were given to eat along with the other children your age after your prayers had been said, and it was never freezing inside nor did you have to be ready to leave at a moments notice during the night, so you didn’t mind it as much as you should have.

You figured you were happier here; warm with a full belly and more playmates than you knew what to do with.

Sometimes after supper had been served and devoured, your guide would come and tell you the stories of the god that came from the depths of the sea; how you were all here to protect him as the ones before him protected all of you in return, saving the people on this land devoted to him.

Just as the previous god did, and the one before, and so forth.

And so would the next.

“But… where is he?” You asked her one day, clutching onto her robes with curiosity glimmering in your eyes.

“If you offer your heart and your utmost care to him, he’ll be there for you when you need him most.”

… A pause.

“But if you’re lucky…” She paused for effect, a hopeful expression suddenly crossing her face. “—perhaps he will call on you for your help one day.” She patiently smoothed over the crinkled fabric when your hands ceased their grip; her smile as present as ever.

“And only then will you meet him. Do your best, okay?”

You nodded your head to her words, and she chided you to return to the devotees quarters along with the other children, figuring she had kept you from sleep long enough for tonight.

You bid her goodbye with a smile, and run off, much to her displeasure. You’d surely trip one of these days, maybe then you’d learn to listen to her warnings.

It wasn’t until some years had passed that you met that god she spoke of.

Your guide seemed overjoyed at the summons, all-too-eager to tug you away from your beloved companions and lower herself to your eye-level, speaking in a frenzied voice.

“You must be on your best behavior. He’s just your age, so you shouldn’t have any trouble getting along, just as you do with the others. Mind your tongue and stand up straight.” She continued to fuss over you, fixing your hair as quickly as she could while she lectured.

Knitting your brows together, you didn’t have a chance to clarify exactly who she meant, before two figures approached the both of you silently. Only then did it click that something was off, summons were never really good.

“They’re the best pick, I swear on it. They’re just what you’re looking for, can’t you tell? You won’t regret this.” She chattered away, but they didn’t seem to be listening to her words, instead starting to walk after glancing at you and giving you a curt nod.

She gave you a light push in their direction and you followed reluctantly after them, looking back at Lorie until you went down halls that stretched and twisted too far for you to see her outline as you walked with the two unfamiliar figures. You couldn’t tell their features due to the hoods obscuring their faces, which only proved to add to your nerves in flames.

They wore slightly different garments than all the guides you’d seen. The embroidery was far more symbolic and detailed, nothing you recognized at all, so you’d have to ask Lorie why that was once you returned. Swallowing down your questions at hand as best you could, you continued on.

Stairs leading downwards revealed an entirely different area in the foundation you had lived the past few years, and you soon reached a hall at the very far side of it.

The two had come to a halt before two large sleek doors, and you marveled at their size; golden carved handles placed in the middle and engravings splayed all over the wood surrounding them. Nothing like the simple ones up stairs, you noted. One pried them open, while the other motioned for you to go in and held the door open. Upon you entering, they took post and gave you a watchful stare as you turned your back on them.

Immediately you were greeted by large bamboo blinds obstructing your view of the middle of the room; a shadow of someone jolting up from what had to be a raised platform, their head previously turned had snapped around to stare straight ahead as if they could see through the blinds, peeking through the thin cracks.

The intensity of the stare made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, goosebumps rising on your arms as you threw a nervous look back at the two guards…? behind you.

“Open them.” The person behind the blinds spoke with a firm tone, but it didn’t seem directed at you, and someone stepped forward to part the blinds in half. Once seperated, you were able to finally see whom you had been taken here to meet.

On a cushioned platform raised to the height of your chest, stairs curled around it, laid a half-sitting up boy with long, vibrant blue hair. His green eyes bored into yours without relent, and filled you with an emotion you couldn’t quite identify aside from fear. The pit in your stomach grew, feeling put off by the large lavish room yet void of any other people aside from you, the strange boy, and the figures that had accompanied her you.

He raised a hand that beckoned you closer and you approached the stairs hesitantly, before he began to scramble towards you to meet you halfway; and only then did you realize the boy had been slightly shaking.

Not with fear, but… desperation. You could recognize it now, after spending your time in this religion; you had seen some often reflect his current state of being without being given guidance.

“What is your wish? What do you wish for?”

You froze.

“Tell me! What is it you want?” The boy repeated, his gaze remaining unchanged, and you got the feeling he was analyzing you for something you weren’t sure of. Your hand moved to grip at your light garbs, all the other children your age wore them, aside from the boy in front of you. Dressed ornately and more elaborate than anyone else you had seen in the institution, you got the feeling he resembled the portraits of the current god far too much for it to be a coincidence.

His hands dropped down to ball into small fists, knuckles turning white, the tense demeanor only served to further scare you; and you hurried to blurt something out.

“M-…Mother? I want my mother, to see her. That’s… That’s my wish.”

At your words, he shifted all of his attention to the remaining guard standing post. You weren’t even sure if he heard you, but the guard wasted no time at all to exit hasilty but not without direction. He remained taut like an arrow even afterwards, but he addressed you once more after the doors slammed shut resoundingly behind the guard.

“The devotee shall attain what is sought.”

It sounded as if it had been recited countless times before, but it made you feel a bit nauseous nonetheless. You asked for your mother, but you hadn’t seen her in so long, something felt odd. It was the only thing you could think of, suddenly face-to-face with the being that could pass judgement on you, or retribution on those that threatened the peace of those residing in the foundation.

Under his level gaze, you wringed your hands silently, not knowing what else to do.

You were only snapped out of your thoughts by the approaching footsteps of two people.

Your mother stared at the ground as she walked alongside the guard, wringing her hands just like you with a blank expression. The guard halted, and she raised her gaze upwards, settling on you both.

“Mom?” You climbed off the steps all too quickly, away from your god, carelessly made your way towards her with bubbling excitement and blind rushes of bursting happiness.

“Mom!” You immediately wrapped your arms against her upon nearing the two, pulling her into as tight of a hug you could manage. You weren’t sure what you had been so worried about earlier anymore, you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed over your face. She looked differently now, she had let her hair grow past her shoulders instead of cutting it like usual with dull scissors to avoid having it pulled; despite her nervousness, you thought she seemed less stressed than the last time you’d see her.

You felt so strongly such joy, your previously suppressed longing resurfaced suddenly, so strongly and threatened to overwhelm you as you were; you practically buzzed with content as you relished the feeling of holding your mother once more, her child could hardly contain their happiness much longer.

Yet, she never embraced you back.

She stood too still for you not to notice the lack of reciprocation after your head cleared, and you tilted your head up curiously to look at her once again, still caught up in your joy albeit calmer.

She stared at you right back with a sense of mute horror, and panic began to fill her widened eyes.

Your mother closed her eyes tightly for a moment, as if trying to endure the moment for just a little more, before she couldn’t take it anymore and shoved you off of her with a quick push. It was too rough for you to maintain your balence, and you fell backwards onto the smooth floor; letting out a pained grunt. The guards didn’t move an inch, but gave eachother a silent, knowing look.

She took two steps away from you, eyes trained on your fallen figure as she made no attempt to help you up.

Despite this, you ignored the stinging in your palms and reached your hands out to her again.

“Why…” She began, more steps away from you crumpled on the ground.

“Why did you call for me?”

Silence.

After a long beat,

“You look more and more like him—!”

You blinked. And furrowed your brows, trying to understand what you had done wrong. What happened? What was going on?

At your lack of response and her growing anger, your mother suddenly scowled and raised a hand upwards as if to strike you, and fear suddenly upsurged you once more. But before any painful contact could be made, she was suddenly restrained by the two guards; she struggled as best she could, her eyes not leaving you, as they began to drag her out of the room and down the halls. She yelled various things you couldn’t hear that well through the guard’s hand muffling it, but the tone was clearly soaked in resentment.

The doors slamming shut once again did little to reach you.

A lone trembling child remained on the floor, not any older than the one on the platform.

Tears began to slowly seep from your eyes quietly, trailing down your cheeks without end. And before you knew it, you began letting out small little sniffles that grew into choked off breaths, before you were fully sobbing by the end of it. The pain of your mother’s forced return stung your heart far too deep for you to remain composed, something you were always better at than the other children.

The boy’s clothes rustled as he pushed himself closed to the edge of his platform, but never stepping off it; his legs dangled over the edge and peeled out from plunder his long clothes, a red ribbon binding them together way past his ankles, like a mermaid’s tail. Not seeming to understand how things had gotten out of hand so quickly. Not seeming to understand why you were suddenly in pain, after he had granted your wish, puzzled by your sadness. A beat passed, before his trembling returned worse than before.

Panic was clear on his face, but you remained caught up in your grief until that fist came down onto the edge suddenly, snapping you out of your daze briefly with the loud bang. He beckoned for you to come closer once he had your attention on him, unmoving on his platform.

Your tear-filled eyes were roughly wiped by your still stinging palm, but you raised your head to nod. With unsteady legs, you pushed yourself back up and towards the set of stairs in front of him. At this, he pushed himself backwards into the cushions he had originally been resting on, sitting up to face you with his bound legs folded beside him.

Unsure of what to do, you took a seat in front of him. Heart still hurt, you only hated the fact you couldn’t run to Lorie right now.

You didn’t even know why you were away from her, you suddenly felt as lost as when you first arrived, just as helpless as back then.

Your god seemed extremely out of his element when faced with you in such close proximity, arms far too stiff and bent squarely to be useful in wrapping around you with an actual hug, but his limbs mimicked what he had seen you do to your mother; recalling how joyous you had been while performing the strange act. Without any understanding, he attempted to replicate the motion in order to hopefully pry that same emotion out of you once more.

“It is ‘okay’… No more…”

An unsure voice, but a clear attempt at consoling you.

That was all it took for you to crack again, far too sensitive to keep yourself somewhat calmed. With watery eyes, you held onto him tightly and crushingly, bawling loud and wounded cries until you could no longer find the tears to. His clothes had been long soaked by then, but he didn’t notice, or didn’t care enough to stop you.

When your fit had finally subsided, you found yourself feeling a bit better and… warm.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried so strongly, usually Lorie was adept at handling you before it could take a turn for the worst like just then. Letting go of ‘Kanata’, as you’d seen written and spoken various times by those higher in power than Lorie, always in deep and strict respect; you avoided looking at his face directly, only out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t bare to see if he had the same expression your mother had.

“I’m sorry… A-And… Thank you.”

Shame suddenly overcame you, and you scooted backwards to put some inches of distance between you two.

He seemed dazed upon separation, not having moved as best he could during your breakdown. A small, faint smile appeared over his face for a reason he didn’t dwell on. Although he had never been embraced so, the warmth remained as if to taunt him that it had left his reach, but he managed to control his urges to repeat the action to squeeze more of it. The feeling ghosted over his body despite this.

Kanata had asked the two high-ranking officials for someone he could help after a string of failures, pleading for someone to grant a wish for, and they had obliged with uncertainty if it would worsen his condition or improve it.

If only to soothe his torment over failing to cure one of the children, and end his hysterics, lest they need to seclude him for a while in the empty water tank. A wish so sincerely given to him, becoming soured with his inexperience, had proved enough to warrant his desperate request.

Now in his reach was someone he could help, someone he had already helped now after his blunder. This new experience cemented his position as a capable god once more in his mind after being shaken so disastrously, finally able to breathe without tight panic gripping at him. One failure had managed to uproot him entirely, and left him unable to cope as a young god.

As you gave him a wobbly smile, drying tears still staining your cheeks, you kneeled down in front of him with your head lowered to the floor just as your guide had taught you repeatedly without fail, the very picture of sincere gratitude.

You were both alone in the room, but you sensed none of the hysteria he was nearly thrown into from him now.

He paid no mind to the doors reopening, unblinking eyes remaining fixed on you.

“Devotee, your time has ended.” announced one of the guards, while the other furrowed his brow at you positioned closely in front of the deity.

“Escort them to the quarters. If you’re needed again, you will be informed through your guide. Pay your respects accordingly and you’ll return in time.” The first one acted on the others orders and approached to seemingly drag you off the platform, but a raised palm from the silent Kanata stopped him in his tracks immediately.

You nodded in understanding and faced Kanata once again, bowing deeply before following the guard out into the hallway; escaping his burning stare. He watched you as you retreated, until you fell outside of his sight completely. The remaining official repeated your last actions before excusing himself, leaving Kanata in the room alone to himself.

His hand reached up to clutch at his face shakily, far too much on his mind now, yet thrumming beneath the surface of it all was the sense of pure satisfaction, undeniable and certain contentment. Frantic nearly-incomprehensible mumbles spilled from his lips, shaky words of a barely-used voice.

He would have to issue new orders soon. This would not be the last time you meet, if only to stabilize himself more. He didn’t understand why he felt so strongly that you both could not part ways, but he didn’t dare to question it. He would do better now, he was sure of it.

It had to be, he thought as he looked down at his trembling hand and hardened his determination.

If this was your effect, you would need to visit him again soon. Perhaps as soon as possible in time for the next ceremony with the purple-haired boys family.

Kanata had wished for someone he could help. And in return, he was granted you.

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catch me… | various paradox live characters x reader

→ a beautiful relationship that comes to a sudden end

→ angst, g/n reader, tw; mentions of death and blood

→ iori suiseki, kanata yatonokami, yohei kanbayashi, yeon hajun

i apologize for this one being so terribly written…it was better in my head😭

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iori suiseki ♡

~ the words “catch me” came from your lips as you were dancing on the stage. you were happily dancing when you decided to lean towards the edge of the stage and fall. iori caught you while thinking you were the most beautiful and bright person in the entire universe. the happy incident had occurred on the first night that you met him, however those same words would forever haunt him as he heard you mutter that phrase once again on a hospital bed. in that moment he heard nothing else but your melodic voice and unstable breathing, but watched the electrocardiogram go flat in agony and heartache, once again feeling the pain of losing a loved one. 

kanata yatonokami ♡

~ kanata never needed nor wanted a relationship until he met you. you lit up every room you walked in and (literally) fell into his arms. you came to a paradox live concert and walked through the crowd only to trip and fall, crying out for help, and asking someone to catch you. by happy coincidence, kanata had caught you and surprisingly, that moment would bring him something he never imagined he could ever obtain. unfortunately, only happy endings occur in fantasies. walking home together on a cold, dark night, you see a shadow creeping towards you, then feel them brush past you. you suddenly feel your vision start to go blurry and your legs go numb. you calmly glance at your beloved, asking him to catch you as he sees a dagger and the crimson liquid pouring from your chest. he sees the light fade from your eyes while holding you in his arms, with those same words running through his mind. 

yohei kanbayashi ♡

~ yohei remembers seeing your figure run up to him as he entered your shared apartment. the words he heard as you leapt into his arms. “catch me.” he had never felt so happy in his entire life, to be with someone who trusted him and loved him. however, those happy moments did not last forever. while climbing up a flight of stairs, someone had rushed by you, causing you to lose your balance and fall over the rail. the same words that had brought him so much happiness would also cause him to feel immense pain and guilt. his hand barely brushed yours as he watched you fall, tears of sadness and regret pouring out of both of your eyes, knowing that this is your last moment together. 

yeon hajun ♡

~ it was your first date with hajun where you were skipping around a flower field and lost your balance. you asked him to catch you which led to him also losing his balance and tumbling down a hill with you in his arms. the occurrence ended in much laughter, happiness, and peace. however, that sentence would not just end in a happy accident, but a fatal tragedy as well. a terminal disease had plagued you for the past few months without you knowing, and it had finally peaked. you suddenly lost balance and with the fall, lost your consciousness too. whispering that same phrase which would leave hajun devastated and empty. after hearing the news from a doctor, hajun held your hand only praying that this was all just a bad dream.