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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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playfighting!

notes: kanata yatonokami, iori suiseki, nayuta yatonokami, zen gaho, satsuki ito, yuto inukai x reader, play/fake fighting, fluff.

kanata:

who wins? depends.

✣ probably one of your worse ideas, if we’re being real. he has to be in a specific mood in order to go along with your whims. half the time he ends up shoving you off of him whilst looking like an irritated cat. when he does fight back, he’s careful not to actually hurt you even though you can’t tell with his gritted teeth and narrow brows. there’s a good chance you can take him out and he’ll just huff and ask if you’re done being stupid ; but be warned that while he’s not very muscular, he does sometimes get a rush of adrenaline in a fight that gives him a quick edge over his opponent and the same applies here - before you know it, you’re underneath while he looks down at you, unimpressed. “annoying,” he’ll mutter, and before you can protest he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving and acting like the situation never happened at all.

iori:

who wins? you.

✣ realistically, iori could knock you out in one quick strike - however, he loves you a lot and loves being the source of your happiness just as much which means he will always let you win. always. you could give the most half hearted attack towards him and he’ll be falling dramatically, going on about how his beloved has betrayed him and left him to die. his shit eating grin as he does so takes any chance of believing him and squashes it. the only retaliation he offers is gently tugging you down with him as he lays on the floor and letting your body rest atop his. he’ll give you that stupid lovesick look he always has when you’re in the room and lean up to kiss your forehead, mumbling a sweet nothing about how proud he is of you for being so brave and strong.

nayuta:

who wins? nobody.

✣ nayuta specializes in stealthily dealing with people rather than physically, as shown by when he pickpockets those thugs for shiki. and even then, he doesn’t really feel like exerting the energy needed to pin you down most of the time. so what's his solution? act like a big baby. the second you launch at him or anything of the sort, he’ll whip out the pout and puppy-dog eye combo with the full knowledge it tugs at your heartstrings. he’s so unbearably cute that you just give up and smother him in hugs and kisses instead, something he’d much rather participate in.

satsuki:

who wins? you.

satsuki is actively terrified a simple hug from him will hurt you, you think he’d ever fight back? he’ll be surprised for a moment when you jump onto his back and almost go to retaliate before realizing it’s you and instead stiffening from such blatant contact. there’s a moment where he’s scared you’re mad at him and that’s why you attacked him, but once you explain you’re just playing around he’ll stand there and take whatever you give him. he’s a relatively built guy so the chance you do any actual harm is minimal, and he'll just be elated you're acting so adorably around him. the raging blush on his face has a higher chance of KOing him than you do.

zen: who wins? him, but he tried to let you win.

this man is built like a brick wall. there is 0% chance you’d be able to knock him down or do him much damage at all if you’re just playing with him. he’ll look at you with a little bit of confusion while you struggle to try and get him to budge. it turns into a smile when you drum your fists against his chest while complaining about how he’s too damn muscular. “alright then,” he’ll laugh and relax his body to give you a better chance, “do your worst, love.” it ends with him apologizing profusely for the way you landed on your ass when trying to push him over.

yuto:

who wins? hancho.

yuto on his own is a bit of an easy target. sure, he’s a prison guard but you’re not a prisoner and he wouldn’t want to harm you. besides, he kinda leaves “cop mode” behind once he’s home with you so it would be a huge shock to him when you sneak up and tackle him down on the couch. he’ll stammer and blush while you straddle his hips with his wrists pinned above his head, and your victory looks to be assured when a familiar red glint appears in his eyes. “where’s all that bark from before?” hancho will growl in your ear with a smirk on his face as you wriggle helplessly beneath him.

#paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #iori suiseki x reader #yuto inukai x reader #zen gaho x reader #satsuki ito x reader #nayuta yatonokami x reader #paralive scenarios #paralive imagines #fluff

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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everything i wanted

notes: anne faulkner x afab reader, implied gender dysphoria + self deprecation

“You’ve been out here for a while.” You don’t bother turning around, knowing that Anne can already suspect something is up. The celebration of BAE’s win carries on inside the penthouse as the muffled music echoes outside on the balcony where you two are. You should humor your partner with some sort of response, maybe a joke, but can’t find it within your brain to even digest their words. The acid in your stomach claws its way up your throat as they sit next to you while you’re staring aimlessly into the night sky.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” Their voice asks, quieter than when they first came outside. As much as you love their voice, tonight it reverberates through your skull and becomes dangerously close to giving you a headache. It fills you with guilt - because you’ve been keeping something from the person who you can trust the most, who would understand this situation more than anyone.

It started when VISTY had shown up after being invited by Anne themselves. The four of them had been relatively vocal about their admiration for BAE, the most prominent being Aoi’s adoration towards Anne. The two of them had spent what seemed like forever talking, with Aoi saying that Anne had inspired them to be their true self. Anne had nearly gotten teary-eyed at being such an inspirational role model for the teen and proceeded to nearly smother Aoi to death in a hug afterward. Something about it made you sick and you had silently dismissed yourself from the situation.

Which led to now.

Perceptive as ever, Anne begins to speak once more, “There’s nothing to be jealous of. Aoi is way too young for me - it was more of a sibling thing.”

Your head quickly turns to them as you wave your hands to deny the accusation. It wasn’t a romantic thing ; Anne is loyal to a fault and there’s no chance you’d ever suspect them having feelings for Aoi other than purely platonic.

“God, no. I didn’t even think of that. It’s more cute than anything else. Aoi’s a sweetheart,” you defend and sigh out after. “It’s moreso…”

You trail off with a sinking feeling in your heart. Half the issue stems from the fact that you don’t even understand why your brain is in such turmoil to begin with. Your nails dig against the fabric of your pants and for a moment you swear you can feel blood bubbling from underneath them. Even with the hoarseness in your voice, you manage to say something else to Anne.

“... How did you know when you weren’t a boy?” You can see the way Anne stiffens from the corner of your eye and there’s a moment where you’re scared that you’ve fucked everything up again. Something in the air feels rancid and you have half a mind to just bolt from the balcony, but your fears are softened ever so slightly when Anne answers your question.

“I sort of always knew - in my heart at least,” they say solemnly, looking out up at the moon shining. “I liked things I shouldn’t, and disliked the ones I was supposed to love. Every time I saw a girl I assumed I had a crush on her, but I didn’t understand that I wished I looked like her instead.”

Leaning back in their chair, Anne turns to you. “But I didn’t feel like a girl, and I didn’t feel like a boy. I barely even felt human sometimes, and it’s not like my mom helped at all. But I like myself the way I am now, and that’s what matters.”

They smile softly when you turn your head to meet their gaze, and their hand reaches out to hold your own, squeezing gently. It’s comforting in one way and foreign in another, almost as if you don’t deserve to touch someone like Anne.

“I like you the way you are too,” you murmur with your own smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but you hope it reassures Anne regardless. As expected though, it doesn’t, and they shift ever so closer to you in hopes it’ll bring you comfort. “Why did you wanna know? I don’t mind telling you or anything, but it’s a little random for you to bring it up so suddenly,” they speak slowly. It reminds you of someone trying not to scare off an animal and it seems so fitting. You, something primal and feral, a beast chained down in your heart that you’re trying to suppress to the world in hopes it’ll be satiated on its own instead of ripping apart everything you hold dear.

“Every time I look in a mirror,” you start with a shaky voice, “I see a girl who shouldn’t be there. I hate her for being alive, but she’s so deeply tied to me that I could never let her go.” It’s exactly why you took the mirrors out of your room, and why you rush out of the bathroom after a shower ; so you don’t have to see the painfully female body you’re attached to. Anne nods along next to you, hesitant to say their next words, “... You don’t feel like a girl?” It hurts so badly to hear out loud even though you’ve known it forever. You know Anne is the last person on earth to judge you for something like this so you don’t know why it’s so hard to admit to them.

“I guess, yeah, but it doesn’t work that way. I can’t just stop being a girl, you know? It’s wrong,” you begin to explain, but quickly backtrack when you see the hurt flash across Anne’s eyes and their hand slip out of yours. The implication of your words is horrible and causes you to wince at yet another thing you’ve messed up. Your hand reaches for theirs again, hoping they won’t pull away, “Not you! You and Aoi - I’m happy you guys figured it out and that you have someone who sort of understands, you know? I mean me specifically, I can’t be trans.” “Why?” Anne’s jaw steels as they speak and part of you is terrified that they’ll just leave altogether at your messily squished together sentences. You wouldn’t blame them either, given how this is a core part of their trauma and identity.

“I, well,” there’s a heat on your face now - humiliation, most likely - while you stammer out an answer, “I’m just not allowed to be. I don’t deserve to be.” Confusion overtakes their face and you try to save face once more, “Just like, you’ve been through a lot to figure that out you know? And sometimes I do like a few girly things so maybe it’s just me and I shouldn’t be able to say I’m non-binary if I’m okay with that cause it’s insulting. I’m probably overreacting anyway cause I’m very obviously a girl so -” You’re cut off by Anne’s thumb wiping a tear that’s begun to slide down your cheek, one you didn’t even register being there at all. Their face looks pained, and you’d do anything in the world to never have to see that expression again. All you can offer is a whisper of, “Sorry,” and let the shame course through your body.

Shaking their head, Anne pulls you into a hug, letting you rest your head on their shoulder while your tears drip onto their skin. You feel pathetic crying over something like this, because was it even that big of a deal?

“Don’t be sorry, dear,” they hum into your ear, holding you tighter when you choke back a sob, “You’re allowed to feel how you want, and be what you want. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to this sort of thing. You ‘deserve’ what makes you happy. Why would you ever think otherwise?”

But you don’t have an answer for them. You can’t explain the inherent guilt you have for simply being alive and the need to justify your existence to someone, to anyone who will listen.

Even so, Anne provides a sense of stability even when it’s hard to grasp your own sense of self. You could know tomorrow, or you could never figure it out, and they would still be there just as they are now to walk by your side - and as long as you had them, surely the rest would come easy.

very personal piece about my own issues with struggling with my gender for nearly 9 years, and the things i can't explain about it. thank you for reading.

#anne faulkner x reader #paralive x reader #paralive scenarios #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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☾ | BAE - Reader Falling Asleep Before They Do (HCs)

Allen Sugasano

It was an ungodly hour. The view of the outside is completely dark, the sun felt like it was about to come up at any minute. Allen is wide awake at this time as usual, composing tracks left and right. You decided to stay up to accompany Allen’s (very) late night music productions and rambles, laying on his bed as you watch him moving his pen and jotting down lyrics and notes for parts of the song to adjust from his desk. Whenever Allen comes up with something he is proud of, he is quick to tell you excitedly.

Over a few minutes, you felt your eyes get heavy. Unable to keep yourself awake at this hour, your eyes finally gave up and you collapse onto Allen’s blanket face first. Unaware that you’ve completely fallen asleep, Allen still continues to talk about plans for his draft. However he had noticed that you’ve stopped responding to him.

Allen lets out a silent “ah” to himself after realizing that you fell asleep awhile ago. He carefully make room for himself to huddle closer to you. He also brought his notebook on his bed so he could continue working and still continues to give you his comments about the song as if you were still awake but in a much quieter tone. Anne drops by into Allen’s room regularly only to see you two have fallen asleep next to each other. Don’t be surprised when you wake up to piles of notebook paper surrounding you.

Anne Faulkner

Anne often came home later than you especially if they’re working that night so it was not unusual for you to fall asleep before they came home, often sleeping in their room waiting for them. They didn’t mind your presence in their room, they were comfortable having you around. You were laid down on their bed that had hints of pleasant rose scents.

After their shift, Anne immediately goes to their room to get ready to do both their regular late night routine and tell you all about how the night went as you two do skincare together. However they find you fast asleep, Anne chuckles to themself before sneaking up to where you laid and snapping multiple pictures of the both of you. They then headed to their closet and picked out their pajamas, making sure they pulled up the covers for you before they went to the bathroom. Maybe next night you two could do the little sleepover.

Once they’ve finished showering, they return to their room and whispered a “good night” before they lay right next to you. Pulling you closer with both of their arms, carefully not to disturb your peaceful sleep. Once morning rolls around they immediately show the pictures of your sleeping face from last night.

Hajun Yeon

Hajun tends to be a little busy during the evening meaning that you tend to go to bed first. This time you decided to be patient and so you waited. However you had fallen asleep on the floor, your head leaning on the side of the couch waiting for Hajun to be finished with whatever he was doing on that particular day whether he had a photoshoot that day or had to write up a lengthy class report. It didn’t take long for him to notice you fell asleep.

He lets out a soft sigh before pausing whatever he was doing at the moment. Hajun quickly lifted you off the floor and laid you down onto the couch so you had a much more comfortable place to sleep (and also so you don’t actually knock your head on the floor). He made sure to also get a blanket to put over you and a pillow placed under your head.

After resting you on the couch he continues to work next to you, checking up on you to see if you've woken up or needed anything from time to time. Hajun will make sure to (gently) scold you once you’ve awakened to not fall asleep like that, especially on the cold floor.

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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your writing about nayuta was very cute >^< awww dksj

thank u <333

#anonymous #asks

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seasidefallenangel · 4 months

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hello can i req 42 from the kiss prompts with nayuta yatonokami ?? thank you i love your works!! <33

i love u too nonnie ♡

42.) distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

with a gentle gnawing on your bottom lip, your fingers dance across the keyboard of your laptop as your eyes follow the text appearing on screen. a quick click through your tabs to refresh the exact requirements and expectations of this assignment causes you to rethink your word choice. even with a slight alteration in plans, your focus is unwavering ; so much so that you don’t notice the lips slowly moving right above your ear.

“are you done yet?” comes nayuta’s inquisitive and near impatient voice.

a jolt of surprise rushes through your veins at his sudden appearance - you’re not even sure when he sat next to you on your bed. and no matter how precious the subtle pout on his face is, you know exactly why he’s shuffled his way up to your room when he originally said he was staying downstairs to play games on your console.

“nope, and i won’t be for a while, so don’t even try it,” an accusing finger points at him along with your falsely stern voice. you could never actually be mad at him for something so wholesome but you need to get your work done, and nayuta is still a distraction even if he is an unbearably cute one.

the pout grows deeper at your words and he obviously takes offense to such an egregious act. ignoring you completely, his finger pokes your cheek to face him and his lips softly press against yours. it’s almost enough to make you toss the laptop somewhere in the room to spend the afternoon making out with your boyfriend, but you did that last time and look where it landed you - with an even more insistent nayuta in front of you.

pulling back abruptly, you simply sigh at his behavior and get back to work as if it never occurred in the first place. you can see his expression from the corner of your eye and it would be hilarious if it didn’t spell trouble for you. like an annoyed cat, nayuta’s hand descends on the lid of your laptop and shuts it, with just enough decency to let your fingers escape being crushed.

before you can yell at him he kisses you once more, this time filled with a sense of longing that almost makes you feel guilty, only emphasized by the quiet murmur of, “pay attention to me,” he says against your mouth. he leaves you with no choice but to give in, even if you rethink it when you feel his grin as you slide your laptop down the other side of your bed. he’s nothing more than a spoiled child, honestly, but you’d indulge him either way.

#nayuta yatonokami x reader #paralive x reader #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines #paralive scenarios #fluff

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seasidefallenangel · 5 months

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take me down into your paradise 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

summary: spicy headcanons for kanata + iori

✣ his entire life, kanata has avoided physical contact with anyone with isn’t nayuta. getting him to hug and kiss you was a herculean task as is, so it’s going to be quite some time before he’s comfortable enough to have sex - and even then he’ll act like it was 100% your idea and he wants no part in it.

✣ it’s not so much he’s disinterested in sex rather that he’s unfamiliar with the desire in the first place. he’s been so laser focused on survival his whole life that he never had the luxury to become invested in relationships and he certainly wouldn’t even bother with a one night stand.

✣ which means that the first time you sleep together, you’ll have to guide him without making it explicitly obvious you’re doing so. you know he’s inexperienced, and he knows he’s experienced, but he’ll turn bitchy if it’s brought up.

✣ despite his lack of sexual history, kanata knows what he wants. and he is mean. he’s inherently kind of an asshole in general, and it only increases tenfold when he’s in a situation where he’s showing vulnerability. his hand rarely leaves your neck - cutting off your airflow every time you clench around him in a way that sends his mind haywire or when you look at him a little too affectionately with those lovelorn eyes.

✣ kanata will never outright tell you what kinks he has, but it’s easy to figure out. he’s a biter for sure, his fang sinking into the junction of your neck and drawing the slightest bit of blood. he’ll mutter a half-assed “sorry” and lick the wound before dragging his teeth across and nipping then repeating the process again.

✣ on the flip side, he dislikes overly flowery praise. rather than you telling him it feels good, he thinks you being unable to even speak coherently is a better compliment. he won’t whisper any sweet nothings to you either and instead opts to degrade you for being too loud, too annoying, for feeling far too incredible wrapped around his cock.

✣ as someone with a lot of pent up anger, kanata rarely finds healthy outlets to blow off some steam, and even then it’s not like he can do much with you when he lives with nayuta. so don’t be surprised when he shows up at your house in the middle of the night after a shitty day, not even letting you get a word in as he forces your door open and roughly grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger before angrily pressing his lips to yours ; as if it was somehow your fault that his errand for iori got fucked up.

✣ not only is he too young for kids but he’s not nearly emotionally mature enough to raise one, especially not where him and nayuta live right now. he knows this, yet every time he swears to himself he’ll pull out it gets shoved to the back of his mind when he sees the creamy ring around the base of his cock from your repeated orgasms. from there, everything is a haze as his hips meet yours at a near animalistic pace.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“would it kill you to shut the fuck up?”

kanata’s voice is a sharp growl as he harshly thrusts his hips against your aching cunt. every tear that slides down your cheeks pisses him off even more while also causing the burning in his chest to grow larger. he loves you - he’s sure of it - but he prefers to fuck you like he hates you. he doesn’t have to deal with how precious you look beneath him when he’s spitting out words of cruelty.

his lips meet yours in a rushed kiss and when you obediently open your mouth to let his tongue in, he can’t help but tighten the grip he has on your bruised neck. he’s so lucky to have you and he can’t stand it, it’d be so much easier if you just left him behind. but he knows you won’t, and he’d be an idiot to leave something so perfect, so he supposes he’ll have to do with ramming into you until you’re a babbling mess.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

✣ iori is a self proclaimed lover and not fighter, emphasis on the lover. (don’t believe him - he’s both.) he’s been around the block a few times but nothing permanent, moreso something to let off steam before going back to his hectic life. he swears up and down he’s done and over with seeking out flings now that he has you, not that you doubted him. on the bright side it means he’s more than skilled enough to properly take care of you in bed.

✣ a service top more than anything else. he’ll make sure you cum at least twice before he can even humor relieving himself, stating that your blissed out expression is ten times more satisfying than any orgasm he could have. he relishes in every overstimulated cry you let out and has half a mind to record it to listen to on repeat alone in his office.

✣ speaking of his office, simply seeing you walk through the door is enough to get him going. you’re not one of his hostesses but the idea entices him deeply no matter how taboo the “boss and employee” relationship dynamic might be. he lets his imagination run a little wild as he pins your arms to the top of his desk, gently gliding his finger over your clothed pussy. a self-satisfied smirk adorns his face while he coos at how easily you adhere to his whims and how maybe he can hire you. he has confidence that you’d rake in absurd amounts of cash but the idea of any other man admiring what belongs to him makes him a little antsy ; there’s no way his patrons wouldn’t walk out with a broken wrist for the lightest touch on your body so that idea is quickly thrown out the window.

✣ he hides his cruelty under the guise of adoration. your tears are the quickest way to get iori hard and the second he sees that misty look in your eyes as you orgasm from his fingers, he’s giving you no time to recover before harshly shoving his cock in. don’t believe his apologies ; that fanged smile he gives you tells you that he’d do it over and over again just to hear the way you whimper.

✣ iori eats pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do - the type to say “thank you for the meal” before burying his face in your cunt for the next half hour. his eyes rarely look down, instead opting to stare up at the way you writhe for him and beg him to slow down, stop, let you breathe - none of which he listens to. it’ll be worth it in the end when you’re nice and prepped for him, so be a good girl and take it, okay?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

the ache in your legs only grows stronger as iori pushes your thighs past their limit for the sole purpose of eating you like a five course meal. his tongue dips and swirls into every possible spot he can reach, only coming up for a moment to nip at your thigh and look at you with a shit-eating grin.

“yanno, if you knew how good you taste, ya’d spend as much time down here as me,” is all he offers before diving back in, not planning on letting you go until his face is covered in your slick and you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

#icymi

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seasidefallenangel · 5 months

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oh for my posts not to get shadowbanned + not show up in tags

#mod speak #its so disheartening like why do i bother

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