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louscartridge · 1 year

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how you and chishiya met/started daiting

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cw- season 2 spoilers?? gn reader, mentions of death, blood, injurys, nirgai, reader being a member of the beach, reader and kuina being the best bestie, chishiya pretending to be readers bf, the smallest bit of swearing, kissing, the smallest bit of drinking.

❥ you guys first met in a game

❥ it was a hearts one

❥ he was impressed on how you survived at the end considering usually only one person does in heart games

❥ you never talked or interacted too much in the game tho

❥ the second/actual time you met was at the beach

❥ you became a part of the beach before him

❥ when you got back from the heart game you told hatter about him.

❥ you figured he could be of use.

❥ and boy were you right.

❥ after some convincing hatter told kuina to try and 'recruit' him.

❥ to your surprise chishiya actually came.

❥ everyone could tell his gaurd was way up and he had no intention of letting it down

❥ you and kuina had met in the borderland and had quickly become good friends, so it was expected that kuina quickly noticed how you felt about chishiya.

❥ in the time span of a few months, somehow, kuina ended up becoming almost as close to chishiya as she was with you.

❥ though, with you and kuina being close, alot of the times kuina was hanging out with chishiya you were there too

❥ kuina is fr your guys' biggest shippers

❥ she saw right through chishiya and his whole 'she could just be another sacrifice' thing

❥ the first time chishiya showed that he actually cared about you was after you came back from a game.

❥ you had gotten a spades game. in other words a physical one. usually spade games were nothing to you as you were quite athletic and enjoyed running and exercising of the sorts.

❥ however this one was tough.

❥ you had the rest of the players were trapped in a room where the walls were covered in spikes with no way out except a door on the ceiling, but you had to climb up the spikes to get to said door.

❥ you had fallen a few times, which earned you a pained back and ribs, along with some gashes on your hands, thighs, and forearms.

❥ you often came back from games complacently fine, rarely with blood on you. if you did, it was often other peoples.

❥ so it caught chishiya's attention when you had returned to the beach holding onto your thigh, struggling to walk with ripped clothes.

❥ luckily he quickly saw ann come over to you and start to tend to you.

❥ "are they going to be ok?" chishiya asked kuina

"hmm.. why do you care? theyre just another sacrifice." kuina smirked.

"no theyre not!"

kuina looked at chishiya in shock. that was the most emotion shes ever seen him express.

however chishiya let out a shallow breath composing himself. "no. theyre not." he repeats. this time though it was said how he would say anything else.

❥ chishiya never told you about him and kuinas conversation. there was no need to.

❥ kuina, however, did.

❥ when niragi first joind the beach, chishiya immediately felt off about him.

❥ chishiya's suspicions were soon proven right when he started seeing nirgai trying to get close to you. multiple times. even after youve clearly expressed how uncomfortable you were.

❥ nirgai was at it again, standing in front of you after a executives meeting. he was continuously reaching his arm out trying to put it on your waist.

seeing as how nirgai wouldnt stop chishiya took it appon himself to help.

chishiya came over to the two of you and draped his arms over your shoulders.

"what the fuck are you doing?"- nirgai

"im their boyfriend, what the fuck are you doing?"

❥ after the two of them going back and forth for a bit nirgai finally gave up.

❥ you sighed and leaned against chisiya

❥ you felt him tense up when you leaned on him. "thank you" you told him. "of course."

❥ you were the first one to make an actual move obvi.

❥ you had gotten back from a game slightly hurt.

❥ ann couldnt help you this time since she was still at a game when you got back so chishiya offered to help you.

❥once he was done you asked if you could stay in his room until the others got back to which he surprisingly said yes to.

❥ one thing led to another and some how -you dont even remember how- you found yourself softly kissing him.

❥ however the kiss didnt last long from chishiya quickly pulling away.

❥ "no- no i cant let you in"- chishiya

"you can. itll just take some time."- you

❥ kuina noticed how slightly different you two were acting around each other when it was just the three of you.

❥ she knew you guys liked each other but she just thought you guys were still oblivious to the others feelings

❥ the three of you were hanging out in the bar when chishiya leaned over you getting something for you that you couldnt reach.

❥ "oh my god just kiss already!" kuina exclaimed, drink in her hand.

'did you tell her anything?' chishiya mouthed to you.

'no!' you mouthed back.

"holy shit you already did! when? y/nnn why didnt you tell me??"

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syntheticfoxfire · 1 year

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In The Night | Niragi Suguru | [F]

Summary: A rare moment of tenderness lying in bed with Niragi. Word count: 1.4k Warnings: implied abusive behavior, referenced smut

A cold breeze blowing through the open window chills you enough to make you scoot closer to the warm chest pressed against your back. Part of you wonders if that’s the reason why the window stayed open tonight but you let go of the thought quickly. It’s hard to focus on anything but the little content sigh the man behind you lets out.

Niragi is far from perfect - hell, far from decent - but he’s making progress. Slowly. In moments like these you can almost imagine your relationship is normal.

His arms tighten around your waist, pressing you even more into him. Bare skin touches skin. It makes you shiver, sensitivity lingering after your previous activities. More than that, though, it reminds you of a movie scene you’ve seen ages ago.

A blind woman touching a sleeping tiger.

Why can you relate to her so much at this very moment?

You let go of the thought. Instead, you turn around with a chuckle and nuzzle into his neck. The closer you are, the safer you are. He presses a kiss to your temple. Lately, you’re only seldom reminded of the feeling of the muzzle of his gun against that same spot.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” you note, running your hands over the muscles on his back.

“I am,” he replies. It’s indeed rare to see him like that - relaxed, walls lowered enough that you can forget they are there.

“Why?” you tease. After a moment of hesitation, you decide it’s safe enough to kiss along his collarbone, and so you do. While you don’t doubt he has enough strength for round two, it seems possible that tonight he would allow you a moment of intimacy deeper than that. Still he tenses a little, a reflex. It always happens if your touch grows soft and caring. There is a progress nonetheless - to start with, he no longer threatens to break your arm if you touch him like that.

He scoffs in response to your question.

“I have the perfect little toy next to me. We had an amazing sex and now I get to keep you like this,” he squeezes you tighter, “Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be happy?”

Toy, huh? You haven’t heard that one in a while. Maybe he wanted to remind you. Or himself, who knows.

You smile against his skin. Deciding not to burst the bubble of serenity by reminding him that there’s no guarantee either of you would survive tomorrow, you just keep kissing down to his shoulder.

“There might be,” you murmur, concealing the amused teasing as best as you can behind a serious tone. It’s easy to trick Niragi like that. He likes to jump to conclusions when it comes to your relationship. Insecure enough to expect you to turn your back on him even if it’d cost you your life at the very least.

“Like?” he tenses further under your touch, trying to push you away to look at you. Fortunately he controls his strength and you manage to stay snuggled against him by hugging him tightly.

“Hmm… well, you’re not the one cuddling with the hottest and deadliest man at the Beach. And you don’t get to kiss him,” you demonstrate by tracing your lips back up to his neck, “and touch him,” now that he’s calmed down you can once again stroke across his back and sides, “and tell him that you love him very much.”

Your mouth follows the outline of his windpipe, kissing up his neck to his lips, to which you’re so generously granted access. The tension remains in his muscles. It was to be expected. Soft praise and attention always make him uncomfortable, confessions of feelings even more so. And he knows no way of reacting to that feeling other than violence and threats. Fortunately it seems like he’s finally understood that you won’t tolerate that kind of behavior towards you.

“Careful,” Niragi warns instead. It isn’t soft, not exactly, but you appreciate the effort he put into making the word not seem like a threat.

You smile into the kiss when he connects your lips again. It’s the slow kind of kiss that you love, lips melting together, tongues sliding against each other languidly. You play with the ball that pierces his flesh, careful not to hurt him despite the wound being long healed.

“Why?” you whisper as you pull away for air. You see the way his jaw clenches just as he notices the spark of uncertainty in your eyes. He tries his best to relax again.

“I don’t want to hurt you tonight,” he whispers back after a moment of consideration. A thought crosses your mind, wondering just how fucked up your life has gotten that you actually consider it a sweet sentiment. He’s looking straight into your eyes as if searching for approval. You wonder if anyone’s ever seen him like that.

“I appreciate that,” you hum softly, reaching out to play with his hair as you kiss the corner of his mouth. Every moment with him really feels like living with a wild tiger. You can never be entirely sure that he won’t take your life in the next second. All it would take is one little misstep.

Perhaps you like the danger, crave it even on some unconscious level. That’s the only explanation you have for staying with him this long. Even as you tangle your fingers into his hair, combing through it with care, you think of the wild beasts you’ve encountered in the various games.

His eyes are closed. You have a theory that it’s so that you can’t read them. Yet it’s obvious Niragi’s going through some internal war. As you stroke his hair, running your hands through it carefully and massage his scalp, you think that just maybe he’s getting used to it. Used to this kind of touch that leaves behind comfort instead of pain.

He’s never told you about his past but it’s not exactly hard to guess it couldn’t have been easy. Or maybe you just want to believe his actions and behavior could be if not justified or excused then at the very least explained by the conditions that shaped him.

Thinking about the ancient history, the old world, your hands find their way to his face.

It comes as a surprise to you that you’ve never thought of wrapping them around his neck instead.

One of your hands slides down to his cheek, tenderly cupping it, while the other strokes above his eyebrow. Eventually your finger bumps into the metal ball there. It’s a strange contrast. While the one in his mouth is nice and warm, this one is cold, chilled by the midnight air. You smile a little and he must have heard it because he asks you what’s so funny - you tell him. He shakes his head.

“You’re the only person who would wonder about that, you know?” Niragi kisses your forehead. You smile, surprised that he hasn’t yet told you to stop. Maybe this is a test. You feel like you’ve already tested his patience a lot tonight with all your gentle touches. It makes you feel strangely proud of him and grateful to Niragi that he accepted as much of your love as he did tonight.

But you can’t tell him that. If you told him you noticed the progress, the little changes so that your relationship at least resembles something healthy, he would cover back behind his walls, throwing all the progress out the window in the process.

You decide to push your luck instead. There’s something you wanted to do while you had the chance. Shifting higher so you’d reach his ear, you begin kissing a path from his lips across his jaw. Occasionally sucking on his skin, you make your way to his ear. The increasing strength of his hold on you does not go unnoticed. You bite his earlobe lightly.

“It’s true, even if you don’t like it. Even if you don’t feel the same way. I love you,” you squeeze his shoulder. A sign that you’re done for today. That you’re ready to respect him as a predator and a killer rather than being respected and tolerated as his partner again.

That little squeeze is probably enough of a reassurance that his jaw relaxes again and he sighs deeply through his nose, angry but holding it together. It’s almost adorable.

You nuzzle into his chest, an allowed and welcomed gesture. It gives him an opportunity to hold and protect you through the night. Besides, with an ear pressed against his heart, you can pretend it’s beating so fast because he’s feeling a whole different emotion than fury.

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu #niragi fluff #angst #fluff #fanfic

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imagine--if · 1 year

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hii i saw that requests for alice in borderland were open and i rann 🏃🏻‍♀️

could you do a scenario where chishiya and banda have a crush/interested in the same s/o?? how tense would that be, especially in the solitary confinement game?? 👀👀👀

A/N: Oooo this is an awesome scenario idea, thanks for your request!! I'm still open for AIB requests until the 15th, so if you're interested then send some in!! A particular ask has caught my attention for after this... jealous Chishiya 😵😍 Little obvious disclaimer that the GIFs aren't mine- but look at Chishiya's, he's staring RiGhT aT uSsS 😭

Chishiya and Banda Both Crushing On You Includes...

💛• How'd you even manage to get the attention of both these guys?!??! I'm jealous 🥲 because the way these two fall for someone, combined, is basically the most intense and warm and crazy hot experience you'll have in quite a while. Let's say that this all starts in the Jack of Hearts game:

💛• With Chishiya, he's drawn to the little, unnoticeable things that interest him, like being a lot smarter than you look, or making a good decision that surprises, or even outwits him somewhat. There's not much of that in the borderlands, apart from Arisu's selflessness that absolutely confuses him until he starts admiring it, and the deadliness of the games, everyone looks like they're going to die. Except you. So he'll most likely start following you around - very subtly - observing your way of doing things and interacting with other players, until he properly approaches you. Probably asking you for his symbol on his collar, and asks you if you want yours. If you turn him down but give him his or something, he'll actually be taken aback... in a good way, because now he's obsessed with wanting to know how your mind works. So, basically, you've got yourself a new partner.

💛• With Banda, however, subtly and patience are not his things. All it takes is one minute of eye contact, or hearing something a little psycho come from you, anything that's potentially original and beautiful to him, and suddenly he's right in front of you with that dark smirk, giving you a twisted but flattering compliment. That's it. Now you've got a new protector who grows oddly possessive and obsessive over the first few rounds, pulling you back when you think about joining the others' big group. You don't need them. You've got him.

💛• So when the two ultimately end up bumping into each other when they both go to talk to you or something, there's just a moment of stretched, painfully strong silence as Banda eyes up this new 'distraction' to your attention, and Chishiya takes him in with that annoyingly indifferent, and kind of smug, look, before his brown eyes meet yours. Banda looks in your direction too. No pressure 😅

💛• I mean, Chishiya tolerates pretty much everyone, but Banda lurking around and infecting your brain with his sadistic ideas of entertainment and advice on how to win every game like he has, is something he's apprehensive of. He'll see how you react to it at first before jumping in, but overall, Chishiya thinks you're the first truly curious and inspiring person that's caught his attention in the Borderlands, and that's something he doesn't want to let slip as soon as he's found it.

💛• Banda has little to no empathy or care for anyone except what you're happy and unhappy with, so he's gonna be pretty forward with Chishiya and give him one of his hushed, intimidating, close-up threats to move along and find someone else to play with. When Chishiya retorts smugly with a comment about how the last women he hung around with suddenly made it onto the murder section of the newspapers, he'll get a deathly glare in his eyes, and basically the only thing stopping him from snapping at that moment is the rule of the game being that you can't outrightly hurt anyone.

💛• They let it go for now, but neither one of them is put off from hanging around with you. The rest of the players in the big group find it odd how you're just sitting there at a table, and within a few moments, Chishiya comes striding in offering his snack with you, sitting beside you on the table, all the while Banda's unblinking gaze is fixed on you from the other side of the cafeteria, where he sits on the floor against the wall. The Jack probably notices it too, but doesn't say anything, since no one really wants to see Banda Sunato get angry.

💛• Once the game has gone on and it's over, Banda has some 'business' to attend to with Jack, and probably makes you wear a tracker or something so he knows how to come and find you when he's done and figuring out how he can have more, or all, control over the lands. Cocky psycho even tries to kiss you goodbye too, and whether you let him go for it and leave you flustered after an intense few moments, or push him away gently with a blush is your choice. Either way, he'll still respond with one of his smirks and a wink before he causally pulls out his pocket weapon and goes into one of the cells after Jack.

💛• That just leaves you with Chishiya, who Banda has 'trusted' to keep you safe while he's gone. Since Chishiya figured it all out with him and survived the round in a pretty impressive way, Banda doesn't misjudge his intelligence and capabilites, even though he seems a little too relaxed when entering these life-or-death games. Still, you'll end up leaving with Chishiya wandering by your side and making small talk about who you are as a person as you go for the next game, or to meet his gang from the Beach, like Arisu. He's surprisingly talkative in his own way as he uncovers more about you and listens to every word you say, but when the questions are reflected back at him, the answers are simple and short - at first, anyway. It's not all because he's reclusive, but mostly because he didn't really like his life, or have much of one, in his opinion, before the Borderlands. But now, maybe he does. Intelligent and nice to look at. He'll stick around for sure 😉

💛• Elsewhere, Banda basically pulls up every file and piece of information on you instead of outrightly asking. It's safe to say that he's an obsessive and possessive crusher/lover, and he'll make that known once he's sorted things out and comes to find you again. And he will come and find you again 😏

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usetheeauthor · 1 year

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I’d Stop The World… (+18 MDNI)

Sub!Arisu Ryohei x Plus!Touch-Starved!Reader

Summary: After nearly losing your friend, Arisu, during the witch hunt game and experiencing the King of Spades, you realize the fragility of life and just how important he is to you.

NO READ MORE LINE BREAK ADDED DUE TO GLITCH

A/N: Wrote this because there just isn’t enough Arisu fics and my boy deserves some lovin’

Word Count: 3.8k words

Warnings: spit kink, dirty talk, doggystyle, scratching, biting, crying during and after sex, squirting, creampie, using underwear as gag, cum eating, if you squint ass worship/body worship, body hair kink, multiple orgasms, existentialism, mentions of violence, graphic language, talks of death and impending sense of doom, depression, markings/hickies, hair pulling, oral (m & f recieving), fingering, choking, hand kink/finger sucking, size kink (reader likes how small Arisu is despite him being really tall)

You wondered how it got to this point. How did you end up in a place where you constantly had to fight for your life? A place far from home. Not even existing in your normal universe.

You remember wanting to get away from all of your problems back in America, a year ago. You ended up moving to Japan. Being a city girl, you didn’t think much of the difference in perspective aside from the language. Luckily for you, your mother was a teacher who’d taught English in Japan so you were pretty familiar here.

You mostly kept to yourself, no friends in question. Just how you intended it. All you wished was for a peaceful life. Something you felt hadn’t been granted to you ever since your father lost his battle with depression and your mother developed early dementia. Believing she was too far gone, you’d left. Leaving only a phone number on file to the nurse back home only in the case of emergency. You never visited your mother since.

Now…all you wanted was to visit her. To hold her. To tell her you were sorry for leaving. Her nurse is probably calling you now. Maybe even your friends and family have called you as well. But you’ve pushed them away and you have no way of letting them know that you’re lost in the borderlands with no idea whether you’d be able to get back home.

Along the way, you met countless others who’ve been forced to play the games, too. Countless lives lost. It was enough to wear you down.

But then you met the courageous, intelligent, and inspiring Arisu Ryohei. When you wished to die on the “distance” biking challenge, he encouraged you to love in hopes you’d one day see your mother again. That was your motivation.

However, the closer you got, you realized just how much he meant to you as well. You wanted nothing more than to leave the games with him and start a fresh life together. Maybe even introduce him to your mother.

Then, the night of the Witch Hunt came around. People frantically trying to win the game to proceed and retrieve the Ten of Hearts card. You learned that Arisu’s visa would soon expire at midnight but he’d been tied up somewhere around the hotel. With the help of some players, you were able to save him. Only for Aguni and his goons to continue to attack Arisu nearly beating him to a pulp. Now present day comes around and you’ve made it to the King of Spades level in which he’s mindlessly killing people. An absolute massacre.

The fragility of your mortality comes into question. You’ve met so many great people who you’ve come to know as friends. Usagi, Kuina, Chishiya, Ann…Arisu. People who’ve taught you how to let people in again after building walls for so long. Now you’re at risk of losing them all and never seeing your mother again.

You needed to confess your feelings for Arisu if tomorrow’s your last day. This meant regardless of whether those feelings are returned. Obviously, you sensed that Arisu had feelings for Usagi as he also has a close friendship with her.

“Are you okay?” Arisu asks, snapping you from your panicking thoughts.

The group has separated in pairs, currently searching for supplies to bring to a safe house (abandoned hotel) far from any of the hot zones.

“Mhm.” You simply say, nodding.

“You seem tense…which is fair. We are being chased by a madman with sub machine guns,” He says with a small smile. You give no reaction, continuing to search through the ruins of the convienence store.“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

You sigh. “If I tell you, it’ll make things different between us.”

“I thought we were friends. Nothing could possibly change between us.”

But that’s exactly what I want!

“Okay, I will tell you,” You began. “But I have some rules.”

“And they are…”

“Number one: don’t interrupt.”

“But—”

“Shhh, I said ‘don’t interrupt’. Number two: When I say what I have to say, you don’t have to answer me. At least not yet. You can tell me some other time later just not now.”

“O…kay.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, eyes squeezed shit before opening them once again. “Arisu…I…I like you. Like a lot. I long to touch you and hold you. To kiss you. I feel like I’m alive when I see that you’re okay. I’ve been thinking of my motivations for keeping alive. I wish to see my mother again but also I wish for a life where I can be with you and things would be normal. I wish for all our friends to be alive and well. I wanted to let you all of this before it’s too late. When I thought I nearly lost you at the Beach, I felt so sick and lost. I realized that I just couldn’t bear the thought of not having you. You make me feel less alone. I don’t want to go out with so many regrets when I could’ve said something while I can. I release this truth for a lighter conscience. So in case I die tomorrow…Ryohei, I love you.“

He’s stunned by your confession. Rendered speechless. You awkwardly give him a small smile before packing up some food in your backpacks. The rest of the trip back to the safehouse was quiet aside from the one time you wept having to go through a street littered with bodies of players not much older than you.

The group sat in a circle in the middle of a fire outside of the safehouse, talking about their fears and dreams in life. Every now and then, you noticed Arisu glancing at you before quickly averting his gaze.

Deciding to call it a night for wnough rest and energy, the group had gone to their designated rooms. Before you enter your room, you spotted Usagi and Arisu speaking together in the hallway. You knew his feelings for her were stronger but it didn’t hurt any less knowing.

Climbing in bed, you curled the sheets around you. Silently crying to yourself, you here a knock at your door. You wipe your eyes, grabbing a nearby t-shirt to cover your body half-naked body. Trudging over, you opened the door. Arisu stood in the doorway, hair disheveled and eyes needy. He quickly pulls your body to his, planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

The two of you stumble into your room, him kicking the door shut. You pull away for a moment, him pecking your lips with each word you spoke.

“I dont (kiss) understand (kiss). I thought you (kiss) liked Usagi.”

“Usagi’s a friend. A good friend. She encouraged me to not be afraid to say how I feel about you. I was worried that you only felt like you had to say those things because you were scared. I thought a girl like you could never want someone like me. But now I know you mean it because I feel it, too. I love you.”

“I wanna feel you tonight. All of you. No holding back.”

“I’m not very experienced. But if you teach me how to touch you, I will do my best to please you,” He whispers against your lips, cock hardening against your stomach. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

“I don’t want perfect,” You grip him through his shorts, biting down on his bottom lip at the same time. “I wanna fuck. I want sloppy, messy, dirty love making. The kind that will make everyone blush in the morning. I want it to where I could feel you between my legs even when your not there.”

“I want you so bad. I ache. Do you feel me throbbing in your hands?”

“How could I not? All I ever wanted was to feel you. I can’t believe I get to do that now,” You sink down to your knees before him. “But I need more. Need to suck your cock and taste you.”

He caresses the top of your head. “I might cum in your mouth.”

“That’s what I hope for.” Untying the strings of his shorts, you tug them off to reveal his boxers. The head of his growingly hard cock peaking through the hole. Too impatient to pull down his underwear, you suckle on the pink head through the hole; tasting the salty and addicting taste of his precum. Increasingly lowering your mouth around the base, you jerk and bobbed until his cock was fully through the hole.

He groans, biting his lip and watching you through the dark strands of his hair. Once in a while, he’d run his fingers through your hair keeping it out of your way as you gagged around. He was fairly thick in size, dick surprisingly tanned and pretty. Although, he wasn’t extremely huge, he was fucking perfect.

Hands free, you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock. Your hands busied themselves, pulling up at the hems of his shirt. He takes the hint, pulling the shirt over his head. He reveals his toned stomach and faint happy trail of which you happily crawled angry lines down his abs while he fucked you mouth.

His hand rests on the back of your skull, thrusting sing into the back of your throat while saliva dripping down to the cleavage of your breasts, soaking your shirt and forming a puddle on the floor.

You pull away, stroking his cock. “You taste so good, baby. Love it when you fuck my throat.”

“You need to be naked.” Arisu whimpers.

You remove your shirt, breasts exposed to the cold air and your nipples immediately get hard. Only in your lace panties, you shove your hand down to play with your swollen bud while resuming to suck on his deliciously veiny cock.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” Arisu whines head thrown back and knees nearly buckling. “I can’t…It’s too much. Too good.”

You slurp the thick saliva off his cock, jerk him a few times before spitting it right back on the base. You deepthroat his cock, fingers playing with his balls. Never again would he question your desire for him. The sight before him right now is proof enough that you wanted him bad enough to devour him.

“Mmm.” You hummed your enjoyment, sucking hard on the tip for more of his essence while folding his testicles. Your only given his high-pitched cry as a warning before his shooting his warm cum down your throat.

You greedily swallow him down, sucking and moaning until he has to physically pull you off. By the time you look up at him, he’s trembling. His hair even messier from his head trashing around.

“You were amazing,” He breathes out a chuckle. “I’ve never had a girl do that for me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Arisu.” You say, doe eyes and kiss-swollen lips glistening in the moonlight.

“Could I taste you, too? I’ve always wanted to try. I’m not sure how to begin.”

“I can teach you,” You rise up to your feet, eye contact not breaking as you played with the band of your panties. “Off or on?”

“O-off.” He says.

You lower the blue lace material down your legs, keeping them close for later use. “I’d like yours off, too.”

Arisu obeys, finally peeling off the boxers. He’s freed of his restraints and it’s as if he’d gotten even more beautiful somehow. The underwear held back from just how perfect his cock appeared, still drilling wet with your spit.

You lie on your back on the plush mattress, sitting close enough to edge. You prop your up by your elbows, gesturing him with a beckoning finger to come closer to you. When he does, you then gesture him with that finger to get on his knees. His blown pupils assured you that he was more than eager to do this.

He looks down at your glistening core before him as if staring at a 5-course meal. You were, in fact, his meal.

You tug his hair, bringing him forward. His face hovers over your puffy pussy. “You have such a pretty mouth, Arisu. So pink and full. Even when facing death, my eyes can’t tear away from them. I bet they’d feel like heaven on me.”

“Please let me taste you,” Arisu begs. “I promise I’ll do anything to make you cum.”

“How can I deny my good boy?” You cooed. “Go on and taste me.”

Tugging on his hair once again, you bring his face down. He sticks out his long, thick tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt. Flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly against your clit, he sucks it into his mouth causing you to whine out.

You pull at his hair again to pull him away for a bit, looking into his eyes. He was far gone. His eyes trained on your perfect cunt. You decide to let him take the lead releasing his hair. He kisses your inner thighs, enamored by the thickness in them. God, he’s dreamt countless nights of you squeezing his head between them. Tonight, he plans on getting that wish.

He dives back in, kissing and sucking on your lips like he would with the ones on your gorgeous face. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. He’s already doing so good.

With his lips clamped around sensitive nub, he takes a large hand and kneads your thighs before slipping his longest finger into you. You groan out loud, rolling your hips and shoving mouthfuls of your pussy at him.

“Ohhhh, Arisu. You’re so fucking incredible. Ooo, baby.” You groan, removing the hair falling over his face. as stared at you with intense lust-filled eyes. You bite your lip to keep from screaming when he adds another finger in proceeding to do the ‘come hither’ motion and triggering your impending orgasm.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” You squeak. Arisu works his fingers faster into you alternating between pumping them into your tight core and playing with spongy trigger. He hears the sound of your wetness before he see it. The squelching noises sounding off and then you’re squirting around his fingers. He continues to pump until your eruption practically shoots them out if you. He eagerly licks at your arousal from his finger and the source itself. You take his fingers, sucking them into your mouth.

He can’t take it anymore. He needs to be inside you. Now. You’re turned over on your stomach, hands stretched behind you for him to pin them behind your back. Cuffing a hand over your wrists, he slips his hardened cock into your sopping pussy. The two of you moaning out your bliss.

“Feel so good inside me, my good boy. You’re so tiny compared to me. You really think you can handle all of this body.” You tease, you voice sultry and fucked out.

He bottoms out, biting his lip to keep himself from whimpering. “I can handle all of you. Your curves, your beautiful ass.” He lets a hand collide on your ass cheek causing it to ripple.

“Fuck me, Arisu. Fuck. Me.”

He picks a pace. A pace that—although felt incredibly pleasant—would make you cum soon. You wanted to stretch the moment for as long as you could.

With your cheek pressed to the mattress and your eyes rolled, you beg him to change pace. “Slower. Please. Need to feel every inch.”

He listens, hitting into you with long, deep thrusts timed like the swinging of a pendulum.

“Oh shit,” You whimper, hearing the sounds of your sticky release squelching with the churn of his cock. “Arisu, please, don’t leave me.”

“So good, hanii. I’ll never leave. Never. I’m going to make this pussy my home.” He growls.

Arisu picks up the pace a little, hitting deeper and deeper. You involuntarily began to fuck back against him, your plump bottom smacking against his pelvis.

“Oh god, I’m not gonna last long at this pace. You feel sooooo good and wet,” He punctuates with one thrust against your cervix. “I’ll have to pull out.”

“Just cum in me.” You whine, sounding desperate.

“I don’t want this to end so soon,” Arisu pulls out, letting out a shaky breath. He looks down at his length coated in your creamy arousal. “You’re making it so hard.”

You turn around to face him on all fours. “Want me on top?”

“I need a few minutes to calm down. If I’m inside you again, I’ll blow my load.”

“Do it,” You beg. “Let me be filled by you.”

“Please, hanii…I’ve waited for this moment and I won’t blow it so soon.”

“You can fuck me as many times as you want, Arisu. If I die, I don’t want to live with regret. I don’t want to die without ever having the chance to have you in as many ways possible. The next game we go into, I’ll look at the marks you leave on my body and I’ll remember exactly how I got them. I’ll remember them each fondly. You’re my motivation to live. To come back into your arms and hold you.”

A corner of Arisu’s lips twitches as if he’s attempting to keep himself from smiling, too shy to let you know how much your words made him feel like he was on top of the world.

He nods his approval. “Okay. You can get on top now.”

You push at his chest, making him lie back. Slowly crawling over him as a predator to a prey, starting from licking at the creamy release on his dick, up his chiseled stomach, then finally to his lips. You plant a soft kiss on his lips, gentle enough to leave him wanting more but present enough to run your tongue over his chapped bottom lip.

Taking your lace underwear, you shove it into his mouth and straddle him. You line him up with your entrance than sink down, sobbing out at the feeling of him stretching you. His big, round eyes watched you in awe, mouthful of your panties wet with your arousal. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

You grind slowly on his cock, biting your lip and watching his lips part. He looks up at your face then your breasts then back at you. But your primal emotions had gotten the best of you and your back to setting a dam-breaking lace, grinding down hard on his cock to bouncing on it.

“Ahh.” Arisu muffles out a whimper at your newfound energy, squeezing his eyes shut.

You wanted slow but did he have to feel so goddamn good?

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” You growl, grabbing him by the chin. He opens his eyes. You pull the gag from his mouth, parting his lips. Sticking your tongue out, you let a trail of spit fall onto his tongue and he immediately swallows.

After a few bounces, you notice Arisu breathing has gone ragged along with the tightening of his balls from under you which indicated he would be coming very soon. You squeeze around his neck bouncing harder and faster, not giving him any room to breathe.

“That’s it, little one,” You hiss. “Just stay there and take it.”

You loved how fragile he looked under you as if you could easily break him. You can tell he’s never been with a curvier girl. You were going to make sure you’d be his first and his last.

You pull off him causing him to groan and protest. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want you on top of me. I want to feel your chest against mine and kiss your neck while you drive into me.”

“I really won’t be lasting long this time. Even if you pull out for the last time, I’ll cum.”

“It’s okay, baby. I won’t pull back this time. Just fuck me slow.”

You lie on your back once more and waited for him to get into your arms. The moment he does, you grip his butt forcing him to quit beating around the bush and fuck you properly.

The gooey, squishy noises were music to your ears. You moan and sob, tears running down from how incredible he felt. You intertwine your fingers in his hair, pulling hard. The other hand clawing angry lines down his back. Your mouth occupies itself biting into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

He sucks a bruise on the top of your right breast. He sounded so pretty and desperate. Shaky moans and high-pitched whines whenever you’d clench around him. He pulls his length out for only the tip to stay in, playing with your entrance by shallowly pushing in before going in deep again.

You circle your fingers over your clit, gasping at the feeling of him. He was just so special. “Arisu…I gonna cum so hard. I want you to know that I love you so much. If this kills me, I’ll die happily.”

Taking one hand and pinning it above your head, he tangles his fingers in yours. His eyes still boring into your soul while the heavyness of his breath tickles your skin. He’s panting louder and louder the closer he gets to cumming as well.

“I love you, too.” He reciprocates, placing his beautiful pink lips against yours and it’s enough to awaken a rapture within you.

You cry out, the tension snapping and a splash of wetness shooting out of you and coating his pelvic area and pubic hair.

“Arisu.” You chant his name over and over, the tears continuing to flow as you felt every sensation on every part of your body that contained nerve endings.

Arisu releases his thick, hot essence into your tightening pussy and milk him passed the point of sensitivity. He’s just as loud when he cums, whimpering and begging you to take all of him.

You pull him in for another kiss, your tongue swirling around in his mouth to stifle his cries. By the time you pull away, a line of saliva tracks before you flicks a tongue out to lap it up.

He flops down on the space beside you, letting out a sigh of relief. “That was…”

“Otherworldly? Heavenly? God-tier? Because that pretty much sums it up for me.”

“R-really,” Arisu says dwindling with his thumbs.

“Uh-huh, I’ve never cried this much during sex. You’re one of a kind, Arisu.” Tears still flowing from your face.

“You’re still crying.” Arisu says with concern.

“So are you.” You say, wiping away a tear from his eyes.

“I just don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, taking your hand to kiss it.

“Me neither. I want us all to live.” You sniffle.

“Then, we’ve gotta do whatever we can to survive. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

You and Arisu share a passionate kiss, staring into each other’s eyes until you fell asleep for another day…and another game to come.

Japanese Translation: Hanii means “Honey”

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riseatlantisss · 1 year

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I love your king of hearts fic! Could you maybe do a fic where chishiya is inexperienced (due to lack of previous relationships) so he’s insecure and shy. Maybe worried he won’t please reader or isn’t big enough or doesn’t know exactly what to do. So reader has to take control and just really wholesome sex. F!reader please.

Chishiya x female!reader - 1,3k words.

A/N : I’m so sorry it’s been 84 years but I hope you like it, anon. Also I’m sorry if I didn’t emphasize the inexperienced side too much, I feel like Chishiya would know exactly what he’s doing, no matter what! Enjoy:)

TW : -18 explicit content, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), and adorable Chishiya Shuntaro <3

English isn't my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

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“I don’t know if I can do this, y/n.” Chishiya whispered as he pulled away from your kiss, even though he was thoroughly enjoying it. You immediately picked out the hurt and doubt in his voice. His arms were wrapped around your waist and he leaned his forehead against yours, letting you feel his hot breath on your lips.

“What’s wrong ?” you asked, smiling softly as to reassure him.

“Before the Borderlands, my life was my work. I never felt the urge to be with someone…until right now.” His voice was husky and he kept his eyes down. The man that you had always known to be so confident suddenly seemed so shy, like he was showing one of his weaknesses. You felt your heart soften. Seeing him vulnerable made you love him even more. “I don’t have a lot of experience in that area, and I don’t want to disappoint you,” he added with a sigh. His hands slid up your back, around your neck and he placed them on your cheeks, brushing his thumbs over your skin.

“With you I feel like I have my one shot at happiness” he muttered nervously, “and I don’t wanna blow it.”

You remained silent for a few seconds, trying to process what you just heard. How could he be the one afraid to lose you when he was the one keeping you going ? Keeping you alive ? When you found yourself in the Borderlands, frightened and alone, Chishiya took you under his wing. He cared for you, he protected you and got you out of a whole lot of games that you probably would have lost without him. Against all odds, trapped in this fucked up world, you both fell in love with each other. Experience or not, you weren’t just about to give up on a love that precious. You wanted to tell him all that and even more, but at this point, you figured actions were better than words.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and the heat of his skin radiated through your whole body. He finally looked at you and from the moment you made eye contact, it was as if lust gained control of your senses. You leaned in for a kiss that was soft and gentle at first but quickly became hungrier and sloppier. Chishiya slid his hands down your spine, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss even more and groaning into your mouth in a rough, almost invasive way that made your heart jump out of your chest.

“Inexperienced boys don’t kiss like that, Chishiya.” You moaned between two breaths as he squeezed you tighter, allowing you to feel his erection rolling across your abdomen.

He grinned and shushed you before claiming your mouth again. You ran your fingers over his chest, along the curve of his ribs until your hand snaked around to his shoulder blades. A moment later, Chishiya climbed right on top of you and between your thighs which fell open for him as if on command.

Inexperienced ??!

You closed your eyes and felt his fingers slowly sliding down your panties and pulling them down as you squirmed under his maddening touch. You heart raced and you kept moaning loudly into his mouth to encourage him but also because you clearly couldn’t help it.

Chishiya finally set your lips free and lowered his head, planting kisses down your throat, along your breasts and around your belly button.

“Is this ok?” He asked in a labored voice, trying to control his own arousal.

You grabbed his hair to pull his mouth closer to your dripping wet pussy. “Please, I’m begging you” you cried out, “don’t you dare stop.”

Placing his hands on your thighs, he let his lips find your throbbing center. His tongue ran slow circles around your clit at first before speeding up the pace. He applied just enough pressure to send you on the brink of orgasm without falling completely off the edge. There was NO WAY that man had never done this before. The truth was he had been with women before, but none of them twisted his emotions and set his heart to pounding the way you did.

After several minutes of bliss, he pressed a tender kiss to the inside of your thigh and moved up, letting his lips find yours again. Completely unable to wait for it anymore, you adjusted your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist to get him right where you needed him. He pressed the head of his cock to your wet and wanting pussy, blindly searching for entrance as his breathing became heavier and heavier. Your body gave way to his intrusion almost automatically when he pushed ever so slightly, gliding into you in one go, slowly but steadily. He was so big it could almost have been painful if it wasn’t so immensely pleasurable.

You moaned beneath him and held his fiery gaze as he braced your legs against his chest to leverage himself more deeply into you. He grinned with every moan elicited by his every thrust and progressively picked up the pace.

“Harder”, you cried out as he traced the shell of your outer ear with his tongue.

Chishiya obliged and groaned when he felt your pussy tighten around him, continuing to slide in and out. He felt his peak creeping up but refused to give in just yet. He needed to see you come before. And lucky for him, you couldn’t hold it much longer. Around you everything started to freeze and you suddenly felt weightless. Pride erupted on Chishiya's face when your head rolled back with a desperate moan from the bottom of your lungs as the orgasm overpowered you, turning your body into jelly. He held you tightly around the waist as you threatened to collapse before releasing his own pleasure deep inside you with one last thrust.

“Oh god, y/n” he cried out in a low, shaky voice while his cock pulsed rhythmically inside you, extending your own orgasm for several idyllic seconds, leaving you weak and exhausted, but most of all amazingly happy. He and he only had the power to make you feel that way.

You snuggled up to Chishiya’s chest, basking in the warmth of his body and the way his arms were wrapped around you protectively. As he pulled you even closer and smothered you with kisses, the sun dipped below the horizon of the Borderlands followed by a sky full of reds, pinks and purples. You could have stayed that way forever. The world around you didn’t matter. The games didn’t matter. Not as long as you had each other.

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yois2aki · 25 days

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੭୧ chishiya with an introverted reader... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluff, maybe ooc chishiya, beach arc, fem pronouns, niragi doing niragi things, typical aib violence, swallowing razor blades lol...

— summary: chishiya is very enticed by the fact you seem to trust him so much, he can't help but tease you.

— word count: 1.6k

you were known around the beach, specifically for being on the quiet side, avoiding any compromising relationships, platonic or not, with people around you, knowing that would only be a flaw between others, especially in a place like the borderlands. people like this always managed to stand out more than intended between others.

it only half worked, though. when you first arrived in this sick world, it didn't take long for you to get invited to the beach, which you reluctantly accepted since there weren't that many options for you.

everyone there seemed untrustworthy and deceitful, especially the group of militants. so you decided to keep to your side, having a few acquaintances here and there but nothing too profound.

that was until a blonde guy named chishiya decided to do the job himself and approach you. you were never aware of the reason, but at this point, you didn't care. your only goal in a place like this was to never let your guard down next to others, but unfortunately, this man managed to make you. he could be using you all this time just to have someone to sacrifice when the needed time comes, and you would fall right onto it given how much trust you had put in him.

being friends with chishiya later on drove you to become friends with kuina as well, but still, you weren't as close to her as you were with the guy.

it turns out you were simply introverted, and having someone to confide in ended up helping you in a place like this, contrary to your beliefs. you'd continuously get teased by niragi for being so shy and reserved with yourself, but that didn't happen with chishiya. you could tell he was quite curious about your behavior as well; however, he didn't press it on you.

this reflected on the time you two spent together. you ended up sticking next to him more than you realized. people around the beach would be surprised if they went on a walk and saw one of you both alone. kuina was also after him sometimes, but it didn't compare to you guys's proximity. this only made him seem more suspicious, given that he only kept two people close, and even so, he would appear slightly reluctant to anything you guys did together.

before you could realize it, you were practically blabbering your mouth out whenever you were both alone, contrasting the personalities you made up around other members. and surprisingly, chishiya didn't complain, instead just staying silent for most of the time you talked. you weren't sure if he was even listening most of the time, apart from some occasional comments he decided to add when wanting to share his opinion about whatever matter caught your eye that day.

as of now, chishiya was sitting on the chair by his desk as you lied down on his bed, looking at the ceiling. his hands were moving around on a device, and you had no idea what half of its purpose was. sometimes, you would try and peek to see whatever he was doing with it, but upon recognizing the usual pliers and wires he must love so much, given he "spends more time with them than with you" (as you dramatically proclaimed a few days ago), you just gave up.

he looked very focused right now, and you knew better than to disturb him at times like these, but your boredom somehow managed to get the lead as your mind looked around for a chat theme.

"did you know that the human stomach can dissolve razor blades?" you ask out of the blue, your gaze still fixated on the ceiling.

he did not answer. instead, he stopped his movements around the device in his hands and gave you a side look. you could feel his gaze, so you immediately tried to explain.

"i'm not planning on anything!" you said it with a hurried voice, coming out with a tone of humor. "it's just a scientific fact."

he sighed, his attention turning back to the box to which he added two metals. it was now much harder to guess what the hell he was trying to make out of it.

"no, i did not know that." chishiya replied, his eyes never leaving the gadget he held as he kept fixing it. his voice was heard again shortly after. "but it's quite obvious, actually. the ph level in a human stomach varies between 1 and 3, which means it is very acidic. you could get away with swallowing a lot of things."

you could tell by the way he spoke that he tried to use easier words to make you understand, and honestly, that only made your heart beat faster and your cheeks redden.

"that doesn't mean you can do it." he stopped his movements for a second, talking with a stern voice, but quickly went back. he really looked more preoccupied with the piece of equipment.

you gasped as if you were offended by his remark, a chuckle leaving your lips right after as you rolled around on his bed. "i would never swallow anything suspicious. i'm not that insane."

"you considered pressing a button that had "don't press" written on top of it." he answered without thinking twice.

you laughed it off again, remembering how he had to physically pull you away from the tempting button you found together on a game you played. it consisted of finding the exit to a labyrinth as a killer chased the players. you knew where the exit was from the very beginning since, before entering the game, chishiya had the brilliant idea of going to a point high enough to study the whole arena. when you both finally finished the game, someone ended up pressing it, and the whole place blew up. at least you found out what it did.

"come on, i was curious!" you complained, still giggling, when the memories of chishiya being so done with you came back. "i would never swallow a razor blade, you know that."

"not even if it had "don't swallow" written on top of it?" he ironically asked, doing his best to make his voice come out nonchalant, but you could basically hear the smirk he held.

"chishiya!" you whined out louder, starting to laugh again.

after your fun died out, you got up from the bed and stopped beside him, a hand holding onto the back of his chair. "what miraculous electrical device are you making this time?"

at this point, chishiya didn't even question your choice of words, instead keeping his gaze on the item. "it's a taser," he replied sharply. "so i can bring some sense into the heads of idiots like you."

"i hate you." you admitted, rolling your eyes and turning around with a sigh, lying flat dead on his bed again. both of you knew you were not telling the truth, and he was about to tease you for it.

until he was brutally broken out of his line of thinking by an equally brutal niragi slamming the door open. you flinched at the sound, while chishiya just closed his eyes and sighed, frustrated.

"oi. executive meeting by eight o'clock. make sure not to skip it again, or the hatter might not like it." he exclaimed, referring to chishiya, not bothering about keeping his voice down or even lowering his gun to appear a bit more sociable. "oh. look who we have here..." now referring to you.

as niragi's eyes fell upon you, your eyebrows immediately furrowed as you looked away, sitting up on chishiya's bed, avoiding as much contact with him as you could.

"why are you always after this guy? there are so many better men in a place like this, and you choose him?" niragi asked with that sharp voice of his, which you profoundly despised, as he approached and pointed his gun at you. you didn't bother looking at it.

your cheeks were pretty warm from this whole interaction. you weren't scared of him physically hurting you, since chishiya wouldn't allow it and niragi knew it, but confrontations were always awkward with him.

you didn't even realize that chishiya finally let go of the device in hand, turning around in the chair and watching the scene with not too much interest. "she isn't that fond of me. actually, she just claimed to hate me."

your mouth fell agape as you looked his way with a gaze that could kill. you noticed he had a smirk, and all you wanted to do in that moment was wipe it out of his face, but you knew best with niragi there.

"oh, so she talks? now that's a surprise." niragi lowered his gun to his sides, chuckling at the end of his sentence. you could only lower your head in embarrassment and avoid any more conflicts.

"well, i'll be taking my leave. thanks for the attention, you both!" niragi yelled ironically, slamming the door shut behind him.

and as soon as he made his way out of the room, you turned your attention to chishiya, who had already mentally prepared himself to deal with your talking.

"i might not be the one dissolving a blade in my stomach, but i know who will." you said, trying your best to sound mad, which probably didn't work out because he didn't move a bit from his usual position.

"well, niragi might need to take care then." he said, turning around in his chair, back to his own world.

"i wasn't talking about him!" you rolled your eyes, fuming and concluding that it was useless to argue with him.

in truth, your tantrum didn't last much longer than 5 minutes, since soon you were already chattering about whatever came into your mind next. even if it seemed like not, chishiya was always listening, often adding a comment or two, but at this point, it was routine for both. it was entertaining to him to see how different you could be depending on the people present in the room and how you became much more comfortable with him around. he took pride in that.

— a/n: waaah this was so fun to write!!! i love making chishiya an insufferable one so i hope this was okay and fitted your likings... i think i ran away a little bit from the topic but i wanted to make chishiya as in character as possible because imo that's what makes him so interesting. ohh i love a jackass of a man......

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klaustozier · 1 year

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tight space ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya is at his medical school graduation and can't take his girlfriend teasing him anymore.

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, bathroom fuck, quickie, face slap, dirty talk, no condom, exhibitionism, pet names, established relationship

word count: 1,4k

this was a request on another platform, so i hope you like it.

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Oh my god, you won't stop", mumbled Chishiya, sitting down with you at one of the tables at the back of the hall, which was empty while his colleagues had fun on the dance floor.

"No", you chuckled, taking another sip of your champagne.

You were taking advantage of them being surrounded by people and you were running your hands over him, stroking him in inappropriate places, just to tease him. He got tired of it and pulled you to the back of the room, getting only smirks from you as he tried to lecture you.

"You're not going to stop, are you?", asked the blonde.

You grinned and shook your head, "No."

He looked to the right, at the end of the hall, to the right were the bathrooms, "I think I know what to do with you."

You smiled softly eating the strawberry that was inside your glass being pulled by the hand of the older one.

"Chishiya, we can't do this here", you said being pulled into the women's bathroom, he didn't even check if anyone was inside, he just walked into the beautiful bathroom and pushed you into one of the cubicles, pushing you against the door.

"Oh", he began, whispering, "now you have a purity crisis?"

"Chishiya, what if someone hears?", you asked, watching him pull down the straps of your black dress.

"So, you have to be quiet", whispered the oldest, smirking.

Chishiya kissed you, his hands already cupping your breasts, squeezing the soft skin as his tongue rubbed against yours. His fingers pinched your nipples, making you purr, kissing him, your hands stroking his blonde hair, your body arching into the touch, aching for him, your heart racing with the possibility of being caught, feeling so fucking ashamed of what they were doing, such arousing shame.

He let go of your breasts, lifted the skirt of your dress, still kissing you. His hand slid up your thighs receiving a small sigh while still devouring your mouth, his other hand continued to pinch your nipples, being delicate, his lips dominating yours, owning you the way he knew you loved it.

"Chishiya", you whispered as he attacked your neck.

His hurried fingers pushed your panties to the side, feeling them already soaking wet which made him chuckle, his teeth grazing your neck, "You like the idea of someone seeing us so much, don't you?"

"It's not like that…", you tried to defend yourself.

Chishiya chuckled, making you shiver, your hands clutching his hair with one hand and the other was on his shoulder, "You wanted me to fuck you in the middle of the dance floor, didn't you?", he whispered, "You were about to take my pants off, now you act like a saint", his fingers slid over your clit, massaging, eliciting a whine from you, which made him laugh and cover your mouth with his hand, finally looking back at you, "Shhh", silenced him.

You moaned softly trying to control yourself, getting harder and harder with the speed at which he masturbated you and the thought of people entering the bathroom. Chishiya smiled when he heard a girl entering the bathroom, who started to touch up her makeup in the mirror while complaining about her skin being too oily.

"Hush", he whispered, releasing your lips only to say that, and got back to kissing you desperately.

His long fingers fucked your pussy, making you squirm and let out a soft little moan that he swallowed back with the kiss. The sound of the music coming from the party, thankfully, muffled the sounds from you a bit, but you still shouldn't be making loud sounds.

"I need to fuck you", he whispered.

"Chishiya, someone will hear us", you commented worriedly, trying not to whimper.

"And?", asked the older one, smirking, "Mind you don't get horny", he took his fingers out of you, showing how wet they were, "Look how you already are", Shutaro sighed and took them into his mouth, sucking calmly.

Chishiya kissed you again, in complete desperation, sharing the taste of you. He hurriedly opened your pants, smiling when his hands were replaced by yours. You stopped kissing him briefly only to let saliva fall onto your hand and spread over his cock, getting a little and soft whine.

"You're moans are so cute", you commented.

He chuckled and threw his head back, "Shut up", he panted, his hands cupping your face and kissing you, his hips thrusting into your hand, "Fucking slut", he whispered, smacking you across the face before going back to kissing you.

Chishiya took his hands to your ass and began to squeeze the flesh while still being masturbated, you positioned his cock in your pussy and purred when he began to move his hips letting his cock rub between the delicate folds.

"I can't take it anymore, Chishiya", you whispered, "please, I need to be fucked."

"Of course, baby girl", he smiled, catching you by the thighs, pulling you to wrap your legs around his waist, "Just be quiet, okay, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

Chishiya didn't even wait long, he was desperate too. In one smooth, precise movement, he entered you, sinking in slowly as he held your ass, panties pushed to the side, dress bunched at your waist, pantyhose ripping against his belt, but no one there cared.

To keep the door from swaying with their movements, Chishiya pressed your body against the wall and started thrusting. You hugged his shoulders, your lips parting gently trying not to make too much noise as the blonde looked at you defiantly, wanting to hear you whimper and moan like you always did.

"Come on, girls", said a girl entering the bathroom.

Your little eyes widened when you heard the various pairs of shoes entering the bathroom behind the first girl. There must have been at least five girls, getting together to take pictures in the bathroom mirror.

"Chishiya", you whispered, squeezing his shoulders with your hands.

"What's wrong, princess?", he whispered in your ear, thrusting hard, the sounds of impact softened because he was still dressed, thrusting mercilessly, watching you try your best not to moan louder as your pussy was punished, "Don't you want to know you're being fucked in a bathroom?"

"Chishiya", you moaned a little louder than you wanted and that got the attention of the girls outside.

"I think there are people busy in here", said one of the girls making the others laugh, "Let's leave them alone."

The girl's cheeks flushed instantly causing him to chuckle, "It's no use pretending you don't love the idea of getting caught."

"Shut the fuck up, fucking jerk", you cursed, hugging his shoulders, burying your face in his neck, being fucked without mercy.

Chishiya sat on the toilet seat, his hands on your ass, squeezing it to help you with the movements, feeling your insides tightening. You tried to keep the movements of your legs, but it was getting harder and harder, even more so with the approaching orgasm.

Noticing that you were no longer able to support your own weight, he hugged your waist and held you in place as he fucked you harder, your inside squeezing him hard. In complete desperation, you kissed him to avoid making any noise while listening to girls talking and going in and out the bathroom.

You purred and moaned, finally cumming, your body going limp against his as he played with you, like his little private sex toy, seeking his own pleasure. You moaned softly as you felt his cum fill you.

"Fucking shit", he whispered, panting heavily, "you're so hot."

"Chishiya", you whispered as your dress straps were put back in place.

"Ready to go out?", he asked, tucking your panties into place.

"We have to wait", you whispered, sounding angry.

Chishiya got up putting you sitting on the toilet cover while fixing his own pants, "I'll wait for you by the door, whenever you want to leave, I'll be there", he opened the cubicle door and covered his eyes, "I'm sorry, girls", he said, closing the cubicle door behind him, walking towards the door looking only at the floor so he could locate the door, "I didn't see anything, don't worry, thanks for the opportunity to use your bathroom."

Finally he left, smirking, standing on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall. He smiled as the girls walked out of the bathroom, waiting for his girlfriend to appear, knowing you were mortified with embarrassment.

When you left, your face was flushed in a deep shade of red, your hair was messy, you gave him the middle finger because of the victorious little smile he was holding, "I hate you", you mumbled, pulling him onto the dance floor.

"I love you too", he said, chuckling.

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✎ weddings in white - chishiya

req: I would like to see like the wedding day of Chishiya and the Reader, with comedy (i like platonic Kuina x Chishiya) and fluff.

[chishiya x fem!reader]

synopsis - the wedding day of chishiya and the reader, post borderlands and they remember everything, also Ann is alive for my happiness ♡

warning! takes place in season 2

"Chishiya! Hurry up or you're gonna be late for your own wedding."

Kuina pounded on the door of Chishiya's changing room. It was her and Arisu's job to get Chishiya ready and to the venue on time, a half an hour before you arrived. Kuina sighed and looked at her watch, they were 3 minutes behind schedule, and if Chishiya didn't hurry up they we're going to be late. "Arisu is already outside! Man, if you don't hurry up we're gonna have some problems."

Another minute passed before Chishiya finally opened the door, Kuina's jaw nearly falling off her face. "You look... different. Good different." She said. "You look decent." Chishiya replied before walking away to meet Arisu. Kuina scoffed before following him and going on about how he should be a little more happy on his wedding day.

Her words faded to nothing in his head while thoughts of you took place. He wondered if you would like the way he looked, even questioning if you would say 'I do'. Never once did he rethink his love for you, but he did rethink the way he showed it. He might not have been the perfect lover, but he was perfect to you.

♥︎

"Y/n! You look beautiful darling." Ann smiled, wrapping you in a hug. Usagi squealed, joining the hug as well.

"You look so good!," she said, "are you excited?" You smiled, looking in the mirror again. "More than you know. Also very nervous." You let out a soft chuckle, running your hands down your dress. "Do you think he'll like it?" You asked, eyes still fixed on your appearance in the mirror.

"Girl, who cares. Look good for you." You whipped around at the all too familiar voice. "Kuina!" You wrapped your best friend in a tight hug, before the realization hit you. Quickly pulling away, you gripped her shoulders. "He's here?" You whisper shouted. "Y/n, girl, you're gonna break my shoulder blades." You chuckled as you released her shoulders.

"Yeah, he's here. After making us 5 minute late." She huffed. You giggled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "Sounds like 'shiya.“

It had been solid 3 years since you fell in love with this man, your love never once wavering. Chishiya seems cold and unforgiving to most people, but to you he was a whole different person. He was loving, and caring, he just had a different way of showing it than most people. Whether it was small acts of service, or little, sweet moments between the two of you, he always made sure you knew he loved you.

♥︎

This was the big moment. The music began to play while Chishiya fidgeted with his hands, moving to fix his collar. His eyes sifted through the crowd, not surprised for a second his parents weren't there. Neither of you had wanted a big wedding, just a small event between you and your closest friends and family.

He quickly found your family in the back row, half of them already in tears. Chishiya was very good at keeping himself composed, but even he was unsure of what would happen when you walked down the isle. Would he smile? Maybe even cry?

The door opened and Chishiya let out a chuckle. Kuina had insisted on being the flower girl, a big smile on her face as she skipped down the isle tossing flower petals. The crowd was all smiles when she walked down, not sure of what they were expecting, this outcome probably better than all of them. Except for one person, your little cousin who had wanted to be the flower girl, who was frowning in the middle row with her arms crossed.

A glimpse of white caught Chishiya's eye as he felt the breath leave his lungs. You looked absolutely gorgeous as you walked down the isle, arm in arm with Aguni. Chishiya knew you would look beautiful, to him, you always did. Whether you had gone out on a date night, or you had just woken up in the morning you were always perfect in his eyes. But time seemed to slow down as you walked up to him, your hair shining under the lighting, your face lit up with the expression of pure joy.

Aguni looked proud. He's known as an intimidating, stone faced, cold hearted man, but he always had a soft spot for you. You've looked up to him like an older brother since back at the beach, even though he wasn't really that much older than you. You finally reached him and walked up the steps, Aguni letting go of your arm and giving Chishiya a nod with a pat on the shoulder.

Chishiya lifted his hand to rest on your cheek. "You look gorgeous, love." Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, he promised himself he wouldn't cry, while you on the other hand were already in tears. The memories of everything you had gone through together, everything that lead up to this point, started flooding back to them both. Chishiya choked back tears, looking into your eyes. The same eyes that looked down at him during your last moments in the Borderlands. The same eyes that cried seeing him for the first time in the hospital. The same eyes that waited for him after a long shift, holding every ounce of love you had for him.

"Chishiya Shuntarō, do you take L/n Y/n to be your wife, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"L/n Y/n, do you take this Chishiya Shuntarō to be your husband, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride." The crowd erupted into claps and cheers as the tears finally fall down Chishiya's cheeks, the unforgettable kiss holding every emotion they have for eachother, cementing their eternal love.

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bangtaninborderland · 8 months

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RISK IT ALL (25) - (un)mended.

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence| angst

Warning: this chapter contains mentions of blood.

A/N: sorry this took so long :(((, I decide to change the chapters around so the story lasts a little longer, next chapter someone old returns and drama follows their arrival. Who do you want to see return?

Ch.24| Masterlist | ch.26

You managed to drag him into the house enough to lay him flat on the floor and close the door behind you before starting on the stitches.

Chishiya hissed as the needle pierced his skin, you’d cleaned the wound as best as you could following his instructions word for word but honestly, this was the part you were dreading.

“I’m so sorry.” You babbled out as you threaded the needle through again.

The wound was deep but luckily it didn’t hit any organs, regardless of how many needles you had you were entirely sure you wouldn’t be able to fix that without at least basic medical knowledge.

It took a few more stitches before he deemed it enough, you tried to keep your hands as still as possible as you wrapped the dressing around the wound, his face pale and sweaty as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “T-Thankyou.”

“Don’t try to talk right now.” You shushed him. “Save your energy.”

“You wouldn’t -“ Chishiya coughs. “-know what to do if I didn’t talk you through it.”

“Is there anything else I need to do?” You asked as you secured the last strip of tape around the bandage.

He shook his head as best he could. “I need rest and fluids, I need to get to the bed.”

“I think I can help, just tell me how.” You shove the spare tape and bandages aside as he tries to sit up.

“I’ll need you to support my wounded side, I can’t put pressure on it.” He explains.

You quickly jump into action, wrapping his arm around your neck and helping him stand. Despite his wound, he doesn’t put his entire weight on you. “Relax against me.” You mumble, as you take small shuffled steps towards the bedroom.

Chishiya snorts. “Yeah and then when you fall to the floor who will help me?”

“Shut up.” You huff, turning your body around to sit him on the bed. “Can you lay down okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to sleep.” He gives a weak smile but you tap his arm.

“You can’t sleep until you eat. It may be cold but I can reheat it. I made dinner before all…” you wave your hands around his wound. “This.”

He rolls his eyes, turning to face the wall, you almost thought he had dismissed you before he looked at you again. “Okay, I’ll stay away. Don’t take too long.”

You didn’t respond, instead, you made your way to the kitchen, flicking on the small portable stove and reheating the earlier prepared food, it wouldn’t taste as good, not that it would have tasted great anyway considering what kind of food it was but it was at least something to keep you both full.

Something to keep you both alive.

You tried not to think about things like food, heat, electricity and water because then you would have to consider the possibility that one day, if you didn’t make it out of these games, and you didn’t die, you’d run out of the necessities. Not run out in a way where you had to do another short, albeit dangerous, stock up but run out in a way where there was no more to be found.

You sighed, brushing away the heavy thoughts as you placed the food back on the plates. You juggled both plates back to the bedroom and sure enough, Chishiya was asleep.

You nudged him a little, slowly and gently, of course, to rouse him. Though you didn’t have to try too hard as once he smelt the food he was instantly twisting his body around to take the bowl from you. “Thanks.”

“How do you feel?” You asked, taking a mouthful of your food.

He finished chewing before speaking. “In pain.”

“What happened?” You asked around your spoon.

He watched you for a moment before taking another bite, the question hanging in the air.

“This guy wanted my bag, he seemed crazy, probably from extreme isolation.” He summarised. “Anyway, we fought and he had a knife. I fought him off and luckily found a hammer, I hit his knee, grabbed my bag and ran.” He shrugged, scooping up another heat of food on his fork.

You took a moment to process what he had said, some part of your brain imagining the scene unfolding in front of you. The mere thought made shivers run down your spine and not in a pleasant way. “How long do you think it will take you to heal?”

“I don’t know. There’s no actual medicine here, hatter had the nearest hospitals raided and whatever they found and hoarded burned down along with the rest of the beach. Usually, it’s three to six weeks but that’s with proper medical care. I’ll be okay to enter the game as long as it’s not strenuous but diamonds rarely ar-“ Chishiya stops mid-sentence causing you to look up at him. “Why are you crying?”

You shook your head, wiping away the damp tears you were unaware had been falling in the first place. “Sorry, I-“ you paused, not sure what to say. “Sorry.”

“You’re scared.” He states.

You shrug at first until he raises an eyebrow and you nod. “I guess, not of something happening to me, but something happening to you.”

“Something did happen to me and I’m still alive.” He pointed out, his voice the tiniest bit softer. “If you keep fearing death whether it be for yourself or for me it will only put you in further danger. I meant what I said when we met, caring here is dangerous.”

“Yeah, but you care about me and nothing bad happened.” You place your bowl to the side, no longer hungry.

Chishiya still plays with his food, using the spoon to pick it apart. He looks up to you for a second, a hint of something in his eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t. “That’s not to say it won’t come back to bite me in the ass and anyway who said I care about you?”

You roll your eyes groaning, after all this time you were able to tell when he was and wasn’t being serious, now was one of those times when he attempted to make jokes to cheer you up. At least that’s what you’ve begun telling yourself. “Shut up. Don’t you have to sleep or something?”

“I do.” He chuckles, handing the bowl out to you before pulling the covers over himself. “The bag, you have to put the food away.”

“Okay.” You smile, watching as his eyes fight to stay open. “Just sleep don’t worry about anything else.”

“Oh, the door, the front door, push the table in front. It will keep it secure.” He mumbles, head lulling to the side.

You watch him again for a few minutes before realising how creepy it seemed, you leave the room quietly, pulling the door closed behind you.

You made a mental list of things you could do whilst he slept, already prepared for the next few days being filled with naps. The dishes are your first to do, Chishiya hated the mess and quite frankly you did too. You’d always have fights with your sister because she had forgotten to put something where it was SUPPOSED to be. Her favourite excuse had been “I’m blind.”

Which you would argue, that she was blind, not stupid.

The arguments you two shared were often futile, in the end, you’d end up doing whatever she needed and she would thank you endlessly in her own, special, way of course.

Thankfully you hadn’t created much mess over your short dinner so it didn’t take you too long, what seemed like thirty minutes had passed. You never really got used to the way time here passed.

You remembered Chishiya's instructions to push the table against the door, if someone had followed him to the house surely they would have already broken In but even so you would rather be safe than sorry so after some struggle you pulled the small brown table through from the tiny, makeshift living room and pushing it firm against the door as quietly as possible.

You managed to find the bag thrown lazily in the hall, the item being the last thing in either of your minds when he stumbled in the doorway hours earlier with a bloody wound. You weren’t expecting it to be as heavy as it was, especially considering he managed to get into the house before dropping it.

You definitely weren’t as strong as him.

Sighing you opened the bag, slumping a little as you eyed the contents. The look in his eyes earlier suddenly made sense, if he hadn’t been in the store looking for this he probably wouldn’t have been hurt.

Resting atop everything was a book you had mentioned wanting to read when you first came to the house. You took it out carefully, as though it were to break if you put too much force into your grip. You turned it over, reading the blurb on the back before setting it down.

You’d ask Chishiya about it later.

Though right now you try to pay it no mind, not wanting to cry and cause yourself a headache. You focused on unpacking the rest of the bag, he had managed to grab quite a good selection of canned foods, some pasta still in date, a few packs of crackers, some medicine, another sewing kit, a smaller first aid kit, socks, underwear and hidden beneath everything a packet of condoms.

You blushed at the item, shoving it back deep inside the backpack. Your face was a light shade of pink as you zipped it back up, carrying the cans over to their respective places.

It would all come in handy, the medicine especially, even though it was only over-the-counter pills they went a long way in a world like this. You’d have enough food to last 5 days if you didn’t have a feast. You laughed at the thought, the idea of having a feast on stale crackers and canned vegetables was ridiculous but for now, you’d take the small pleasures whenever you could have them.

You finished restocking the cupboards after a few minutes, it wasn’t exactly a huge task, there wasn’t a mass of food but still, you took your time.

“Hello?” You heard Chishiya calling out. You left the last cupboard open, completely ignoring the previous task when you heard his voice.

“Coming.” You respond, despite already being within arms reach of the door.

He’s lying on his back, looking rather uncomfortable. “Sorry, it’s just I can’t move this and my neck hurts.” He gestures to a pillow that’s lodged itself weirdly both behind and underneath him.

“No it’s okay, here let me help.” You step forward, helping him sit up before fixing the pillow. “How do you feel?”

“I imagine being hit by a car would hurt less.” He huffs, maybe that was a stupid question. “How long did I sleep?”

“I’d say around an hour?” You guessed. “You should rest more.”

“I need medicine.” He responds, his face still too pale for your liking. “Did you unpack the bag?”

“Oh.” Images of the book came back to your mind. “Yeah, let me just grab you some medicine.”

You quickly excuse yourself, pulling out the packet of painkillers and a bottle of water. “Here.” You mumble handing the water to him as you pop out the correct dosage.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, still somewhat half asleep. “What’s wrong?”

He slips the pills in his mouth, swallowing around his water bottle. “Nothing.”

“You’re a horrible liar. Was it the book or the condoms?” He raises an eyebrow, the smirk on his face annoyed you.

“Shut up, you’re so annoying. It was the book, I can’t believe you actually brought those.” You took the bottle back, securing the lid on it before placing it on the small table. “Why did you get the book? It wasn’t worth you being like this.”

“It was for me, your reading would make you less annoying. I chose to get it therefore it is my decision. Don’t be stupid and blame yourself for that.” He shakes his head, readjusting himself to take the pressure off his side.

“You’re a horrible liar too.” You retort, he could say all he wanted but he took it for you and it’s because of that a small pool of guilt bubbled in your stomach as you looked at his side. “You got hurt because you wanted to get me a book.”

“The guy wasn’t going for the book he was going to the mediation. If the bag wasn’t so heavy because of the book I probably wouldn’t have got away.” You were grateful for him truly, but it was a stupid way of cheering you up.

“You used a hammer, not the bag.” You huffed, his explanation useless.

“I only got to the hammer because that heavy book hit him straight in the face when I threw the bag at him.” He hummus. “Well the book and the cans but still.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you in pain?”

“As much as can be expected.” He brushes his hair out of his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” You asked, wanting to make the situation as easy for him as possible.

“Have you checked and cleaned your arm?” He asks.

You think back to the past 24 hours, the only time it had been cleaned was when Chishiya had done it himself. “No.”

“Clean your arm, do you need my help?” He asks and you shake your head. “Okay but do it here so I can look at the stitches.”

You agree, slipping out of the room to grab the first aid kit and a packet of crackers before returning to the room and carefully dropping the items on the bed. “I hate this.”

“Cleaning wounds used to be my least favourite thing to do too.” You didn’t question it, it was rare he shared personal things about himself, instead, you just filed it in the small folder in your head labelled ‘random Chishiya facts.’

You pulled the bandage off, discarding it in the trash can before leaning over to show him. “What do you think?”

He looks it over, gently raising a finger to touch at the area before looking up at you, your faces close. “I think a day or two more and I can take them out.”

“Oh.” You huffed, a little ignorant of his words being this close to him, to his lips. “Okay.”

“Clean it. Carefully.” He reminds you.

You blush a little in embarrassment. “Okay.”

It doesn’t take long to clean the wound, it was never big to begin with but it was a bullet wound so you let yourself feel sorry for yourself over it as you dabbed it clean with alcohol. “You can apply a little more pressure.”

“It hurts.” You wince as you wipe away the dried blood.

“It stings, you mean. It shouldn’t hurt too bad. Put some numbing cream over it but don’t take any more painkillers. You don’t want your body to become dependent on them for pain in case we run out.” He explains, nudging the cream towards you from where he lays.

“You think that’s a possibility?” You ask without looking up.

He’s quiet for a second. “Yeah, I think we are very close to the point we will no longer be able to actually survive here. Time passes weirdly, buildings that should have stood for years, even abandoned, are beginning to crumble after a few weeks.”

“So how long do you think we have been here for?” You finish cleaning your wound, covering it with gauze.

“I think in our time either years or days. It seems as though time passes faster here simply because in our original world the buildings would take years to grow the level of decay some others already have.”

You pack away the cleaning supplies in the small box. “It doesn’t make sense though, if everything around us is ageing faster than back in the original world, if that’s even what it is, then shouldn’t we be ageing too?”

“Not necessarily, I don’t think we are actually part of this world. I believe we are here to play the games and if we win we get to stay.”

You held your breath. “And if we don’t?”

“I think we will die.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“Don’t say that.” You shook your head, laying down beside him. “I don’t want to hear that.”

“It’s the truth.” He shrugs, pulling the blanket closer to you.

“I’m going to sleep.” You huffed.

“You know there’s something you could do for me.” You could hear the smile in his voice despite facing away from him.

“What’s that?” You groan.

“Read to me. The new book I got you.” He asked, you didn’t miss the way he said the book was yours despite claiming it wasn’t for you.

You considered it, seeing the book made you feel bad but if it helped him relax then you couldn’t deny him. “Okay, let me get the book.”

You slid out of bed, quickly retrieving the book and returning to your previous position, handing him the crackers you’d taken from the kitchen earlier.

“Get in the blanket you’ll get cold.” He holds it up for you and you take the chance to push yourself closer as you open the book and begin to read.

You don’t know who ends up falling asleep first but you dreamt of a better world, one where Chishiya took you on dates, read to you under large trees in the summer sun, and cooked your meals whilst you wrote.

A world where you were happy and safe, together.

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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 months

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Alice in Borderland characters at Thanksgiving

I am aware that this is incredibly dumb because Japan doesn’t have Thanksgiving lol but I just thought this would be funny. So enjoy!

Arisu

I could see Arisu not even being there because his family sucks and doing a little Friendsgiving thing with Karube and Chota instead

But for fun, let’s say he does go

He’s become a master at finding places to hide and play his games and knowing when and how many times to resurface to make it seem like he isn’t hiding

Sits at the kids table

The kids definitely love him more than the adults

He encourages his cousins to steal money to pay for Fortnite skins

He ends up being the one the shyer kids open up to about their interests, and lets them because he of all people knows how it feels to get put down for your allegedly stupid interests

He (begrudgingly) lets his little girl cousins drag him to the bathroom to raid the makeup drawers and put makeup on him

He dramatically gasps and tells the girls he loves it to make them happy though

Doesn’t get involved in the family drama, but definitely loves to watch the shit go down

Avoids his more conservative relatives and their political conversations like the plague

Karube

Last to arrive, first to leave

Also sits at the kids table because they’re way more fun than the adults

He gets food with his shyer cousins so they don’t have to go by themselves

His designated contribution is the alcohol (he also brings pop for the kids)

Sometimes he’ll make a side dish and it’s always surprisingly completely eaten by the time the night’s over

Tries not to get involved in the political debates… but he almost always gets involved because of that one homophobic uncle

That one homophobic uncle always leaves with a black eye

He watches the family drama and definitely spills the tea to Arisu and Chota at their Friendsgiving

Chota

First to arrive and is immediately put to work in the kitchen

He helps cook everything and actually gets stressed out himself in the process

He texts Arisu and Karube that he’s a horrible cook everything will taste awful this is a disaster… then two minutes later goes “Oh ok the pudding’s thickening now nevermind”

His aunts love how helpful he is and always says he’s such a Sweet Boy for helping them

Also sits at the kids table (let’s just say most of these characters sit at the kids table lol)

Knows from being Arisu’s friend that some kids will hide by themselves for a while, so he tries to make sure they don’t miss out on dinner and dessert

Has become a master at guilt tripping his more conservative family members

If one of his uncles starts saying trans kids have something wrong with them, he turns to him with the look of a kicked puppy and tearfully asks him why he would say something so mean

He doesn’t get involved in the family drama and doesn’t know the context, but when the shit starts going down he texts Karube and Arisu live updates

“Oh shit Aunt Janet told Aunt Carol she’s jealous she doesn’t have a husband OH SHIT AUNT CAROL THREW HER DRINK AT HER WHILE I WAS TYPING THAT”

Usagi

Doesn’t like Thanksgiving because of both the history behind it and her family, but always decides to suck it up and go anyway

Arisu keeps inviting her to Friendsgiving, but she doesn’t want to impose on the guys’ little tradition

If nothing else, than at least she won’t have to cook dinner for herself for once

She quietly helps out in the kitchen

If she brings anything, she brings a side dish that’s not too difficult to make

Either sits at the kids table or sits by herself

She sadly becomes the relative that listens intently to everyone else’s stories and chatter, but gets cut off when she tries to talk about what she’s been up to

She doesn’t get involved in any political debates, but has become an expert at humbling relatives who have awful takes with Judging Looks

She does get a little vindictive enjoy from telling her male relatives that politics makes them really emotional and she doesn’t want to talk to them when they’re so high-strung

Shares the family drama that goes down with Arisu and they laugh about it together

Chishiya

Hates Thanksgiving and everything about it

Only goes for three things: the food, the wine, and the drama

Inadvertently ends up becoming the babysitter of his toddler-age cousins

He has no idea why or how, but at least the toddlers provide some entertainment

Never brings anything, except a bottle of wine that he exclusively keeps for himself

(And maybe his teenage cousins if he feels like being an enabler)

He could hypothetically destroy any of his conservative relatives in a political debate, but chooses not to because he thinks it’s a waste of time

If there’s one thing he does live for at Thanksgiving though, it’s the drama

He’s the one who keeps track of it all and fills family members in on the context of the powder keg that’s exploded this year

“Yes, Aunt Janet, we’re all aware of your devotion to essential oils. It’s too bad you couldn’t find one to keep Uncle Carl from divorcing you.” he says, calmly taking a sip of wine.

Hatter

He’s been designated as the one who brings the wine because he always gets the best

Always arrives fashionably late in a flurry of flashy yet tasteful clothes and cologne

He probably ends up drinking more wine than eating the food

Jumps between sitting at the kids table and sitting with the adults

He’ll sit at the kids table because he always manages to get the kids (or Little Gremlins, as he’s affectionately nicknamed them) to spill the hot gossip to him

He’s become the relative that the younger queer relatives feel the safest coming out to

Because this man is as pan as the day is long and you cannot change my mind

Listen I genuinely feel like if I came out as non-binary to him he would cheer loudly, ask me my pronouns, then get me a celebratory drink

If any of the kids accidentally get drunk on Thanksgiving, it’s entirely his fault

He LIVES for the family drama

He not only participates, but actively instigates it

“Tell me, Carol, is Ken having another affair or was it your bleached blonde head I saw blowing him in his car?”

Then he sends Aguni pictures of Ken’s face as he tries to explain himself to a fuming Carol

Niragi

Always makes sure to bring a main course dish to show off how good at cooking he is

If any of his relatives tell him his cooking sucks, he laughs and flips them off

The one all the other cousins are scared of

And yet the one the great-aunts and grandmothers all think is a nice boy

Somehow gets along with his youngest cousins the best (they’re not old enough to think he’s weird yet lol)

Eggs on their roughhousing

His four-year-old cousin is kicking his sister, his sister is kicking back, and there’s Niragi on the couch with them going “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Could outdrink his uncles and does

Absolutely hates football games. Only puts up with them because he likes to make bets with his relatives and win every time.

Fuels the fervor of political debates by being a troll, just sits there and grins like he thinks Uncle Jim is so fucking stupid for having such incorrect opinions.

Eggs on drama from the sidelines.

Aunt Carol and Aunt Janet are squabbling, and he’s off to the side with a glass of wine going like “OHHH, are you gonna let her talk to you that way, Aunt Carol???”

Just contributes to all the chaos and does not help fix any of it lol

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misty-doodles · 4 months

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Chirisu fic recommendations

Summary: What will you do to protect the ones you love? How far will you go? After a particularly strenuous game, Arisu gets sick. To make matters worse, Hatter is still after them.

Summary: “Do it,” he said, a spoken challenge. Arisu didn’t even look up before he ducked closer; it was painful, the way he kissed him so gently, like he was glass, a delicate thing he was afraid to break. Chishiya’s chest roared with something, an emotion he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before, as he reached up and cupped his face in both hands, kissing him harder.

Summary: “Maybe the solution is really that simple.” “Right. Of course.” Chishiya narrowed his eyes. “Care to explain?” A soft laugh. “Maybe we’re supposed to share our secrets.”

Summary: Something felt off about the world, Arisu just wasn't quite sure what.

Summary: Arisu never thought the world could, or would, end. He never thought he’d be forcefully taken into a cult. Maybe he should stop thinking about things that he thinks could never happen, and instead - things that could happen. Or, the awkward vibe of you and your companion suddenly rooming with two strangers during the end of the world, because you all got kidnapped by a cult

Summary: Chishiya isn't in the habit of trying to understand people. Until the mystery that is Arisu.

Summary: Arisu and Chishiya have been married for four years, with their latest anniversary marking five. But as they celebrate five wonderful years of marriage together, a plot begins to end their marriage, right under their noses… or it would have been, if our duo hadn't discovered it. Utterly lost as to who it could be, they decide to pretend it's working so they can get to the bottom of it. Will they learn who wants to end their marriage and stop them… or will it end in divorce for Arisu and Chishiya?

Summary: Six months after the Borderlands, life is good for Chishiya and Arisu. However, Arisu will soon learn that whilst Chishiya is good at a great many things, looking after himself is not one of them

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei #chirisu #imawa no kuni no arisu #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #aib fanfic #aib fandom #arisu x chishiya #chishiya x arisu #favorites #fic recommendations

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louscartridge · 1 year

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nsfw arisu headcanons

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without my permission.

arisu x gn reader

cw- switch! arisu, blowjobs (and me giggling over the word AHHHAHAHAAAA ITS SO FUNNIEEE), making out, hand holding, praise kink, orgasam denial, overstimulation, begging, face slapping.

❥ ok so

❥ hes most definitely a switch

❥ mainly bottom / sub leaning

❥ if your giving him a blow job (unrelated but blow job is such a funny word it makes me giggle sm) or and hand job (same with that one ngl) he goes from like

❥ HEAR ME OUT

❥ groaning

❥ to whining

❥ SO FAST

❥ its so hot

❥ speaking of bj’s

❥ he laughs

❥ like

❥ okay

❥ laughing is so hot tell me its not shut UP

❥ not like at you but like ????

yk???

am i making sense PLEASE

❥ you’d be like making out, lying down in bed

❥ then you started to go down on him

❥ pressing kisses down his chest and stomach

❥ and he like laughs whall caressing you hair and looks down at you yk??

no sky no one knows

STOP SAYING WHALL

anywho

❥ hand holding

❥ god that shit’s so attractive

❥ if your hands are available they're connected

❥ making out, cuddling, sex, ORALLLLL

❥ hands are being held

❥ doesnt matter if hes subbing or your subbing hands are being held as long as theyre avalible

❥ please

❥ praise him

❥ he doesnt care how much shit he gets from karube

❥ praise. him.

❥ when hes a dom he never really gets too terribly rough but he teaches you a lesson if you need it.

❥ sometimes he denies you of your orgasms other times he cant bring himself to do it

❥ he just doesnt like taking away something he knows feels so good

❥ especially when sex is something you dont get to do alot with the whole…. y’know. playing for your life thing.

❥ but he still has to teach you something, right?

❥ so he goes to overstimulating you

❥ making you feel so good where you need to beg him to stop

❥ prove to him you learned your lesson

❥ its almost as bad as if he were to deny you of cumming

❥ i can see him being into face slapping ngl

❥ like

❥ just a little slap and then softly grips your jaw

❥ sex with arisu is usually sure soft and gentle but more so especially when you got to the borderlands

❥ when you got to the borderlands neither of you knew how much time you had with each other. with anyone.

❥ so he took his time (as limited as it was) with you, showing, proving how much he really loved you more than ever.

❥ before the borderlands neither of you really looked at how big life is how limited time is

❥ it was just video games, sex, and the same like 3 friends

❥ but one thing changed both of your’s outlook on life

❥ for the better and both worst

at least you two did your experimenting before the borderlands deadass

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syntheticfoxfire · 1 year

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Strangelove | Niragi Suguru | [A]

Summary: Niragi takes his anger out on you, and all you can do is try to keep yourself from falling apart. Word count: 4.5k Warnings: mentions of dub/non-con and abusive behavior

Emptiness. Nothing else remains.

You feel hollow, just a shell of a human being - or rather a being with a vaguely human shape. Reduced to nothing. As you lie there, you wonder if this is finally a Borderland experience that will break you. At least you have enough strength to despise the fact that it’s a man’s doing. You find a tiny bit of solace in that.

If only it didn’t hurt so bad. Why do you never learn?

Better yet - why are you surprised? You knew this would happen all along.

You exhale, slowly, until you feel like your lungs might collapse on themselves.

It’s cold. Nothing covers your naked skin and even though a blanket and some clothes are within reach, you can’t bring yourself to pull them over you. As if something is physically preventing you from doing that. You’re shivering with cold and yet can’t do anything about it.

The bathroom door swings open. You flinch. Not that anyone cares. This is not normal. You weakly remind yourself. Staring straight ahead, you don’t see what Niragi’s doing. You guess by the sound of his movements that he has to be dressing.

“Are you going to stay like that?” he scoffs when he’s finished, nudging you with the muzzle of his rifle. Your eyes close. Somehow, a little part of you manages to hope for something, be it death, another strike, anything but this nothingness. You will him to pull the trigger with your mind, but the shot never comes. You’re not sure how to feel about that.

“Well, suit yourself,” he scoffs and without paying you any more attention, he leaves the room.

You listen to his footsteps retreating and as they grow quieter, tension begins to seep out of your body. In the silence and emptiness of the room, you can finally relax. Your breathing calms down too. You aren’t holding your breath anymore, anticipating his next move. Still, you feel numb. Too numb to move, yet your body keeps shivering in a weak attempt to create heat. It’s a wonder it tries so hard to keep you alive after everything you’ve put it through. Your head is empty, everything hurts and the pain is the only thing your mind is able to register.

A wish keeps bouncing around in your brain until you finally fall asleep - let this all be a nightmare.

You wake up hours later, you guess, seeing as the sky is already dark and filled with stars. You listen to your surroundings, lying motionless for a few minutes before you relax.

Niragi isn’t back yet.

Then you begin noticing things - like how you’re freezing and your body is almost too stiff to move. Your teeth are chattering. All your joints hurt. Most of all though, you feel sore.

Pain has its grip on every part of your body. The obvious parts that Niragi abused so roughly hurt the worst, closely followed by your scalp and the bite on your shoulder. Also throat. And your neck, no doubt bruised all kinds of blues and purples. It hurts like hell and you know it would be painful to speak so you don’t.

At least some of the lethargy from before has disappeared. You feel angry with your boyfriend. Betrayed. Hurt. A lowly simmering mix of feelings that bubble somewhere just underneath your skin. It’s enough that it makes you drag your exhausted body into the bathroom and run yourself a hot bath.

You don’t want to be a mess. Least of all because of him.

He can’t be the end of you. Not after all the effort that went into building yourself as you are now.

You hiss as the water scalds your skin. Still it doesn’t even compare to the pain you’re already in. You welcome the heat with open arms. It hurts, but it grounds you. Once you’re used to the temperature, you turn the knob to raise it until you feel the burning again. You slide down until the water comes up to your chin.

It’s like lying in molten lava but it feels so right.

Memories come rushing through your mind - Niragi storming into your room, raging, pinning you to the bed, tearing off your clothes. Making you his toy, playing with you until you broke - until he broke you, and then some because he’s into pain and tears.

Perhaps not your pain and tears in particular, you know it’s nothing personal. You know he wouldn’t care any more or any less if it was anyone else. Whether that makes you feel better or worse though, you can’t quite tell.

No, you wouldn’t think about it. Not now. It’s too much to deal with.

You sigh, contemplating.

Is it even worth living if this is your life? Constant pain, constant fear, and when you finally escape the stress and danger of the games, you willingly embrace a perhaps even worse danger.

Living with Niragi is like playing an eight to ten hearts game on repeat.

Why would you fall for him - and why would he keep you around? You suppose he loves you too, in his own way and in the capacity he’s capable of. Perhaps he doesn’t even realize what he’s feeling.

No. ‘Love’ is a foreign concept to him. He’s just obsessed with you and your feelings for him and that’s as far with him as you’ll ever get. It’s clear that he’s not used to receiving warm feelings, affection. Sometimes you’d even go as far as to think he’s not used to not being looked down upon. Perhaps this is his own form of therapy - acting like he does because he’s so used to being powerless. Perhaps he consciously forbids himself from loving you to eradicate any possibility of gaining yet another weakness.

Some small part of you hopes you’re wrong. It believes that he’s just a damaged, broken soul, that he’s able to love - with enough time, patience and effort. The rest is too terrified of him to even think much about him, merely accepting reality and each new twist of it as it comes. Well, it’s pointless to think about it, him, everything anyway.

To drown out the thoughts and memories, you let the water swallow you. The surface closes above your head and the world disappears.

It’s peaceful down there. Warm. Safe. Quiet. You wish you could stay there forever. And maybe you could if only you can will yourself not to breathe…

Little did you know that there are heavy footsteps getting closer to your room or that the door has been opened and closed again.

You’re hiding beneath the water unaware of the screaming, a man calling your name. His voice is getting louder and louder, but it can’t reach you. It’s all a dream. A paranoid thought made up by your exhausted brain. So you don’t investigate the faint whisper of noise you hear.

And so you will never know about how his eyes widened and breath hitched in his throat when he saw you there, lying submerged in the bathtub with no air escaping your lips.

You’ll never know because the emotions are too foreign and complicated for him to explain. Because telling you would be admitting weakness. Would be asking for help. And he can’t have that.

So all you’ll ever know is the feeling of your safe haven being taken away from you.

Water is splashing everywhere as you struggle against the rescue attempts and struggle to breathe in the suffocating hold the man has on you. Your body is limp and heavy but he manages to drag you out.

Your eyes finally focus.

Niragi’s dark eyes are boring holes into yours, his jaw clenched as hard as his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s carrying you somewhere, you realize at about the same time he throws you on the bed. In a flash he’s hovering over you, his hot breath fanning your face.

This couldn’t be happening. No, not again.

“What the fuck were you doing?” he spits.

Your eyes are out of focus again, turning away from him. What’s happening? This has to be a nightmare. You won’t handle that again. He roughly grabs your jaw and makes you face him again.

“I said, what the fuck were you doing?” he’s pissed - but why? You’re tired and you don’t understand a thing. It’s cold and your naked body is shivering. Again. Just like before.

You’re confused and hurt and you long for comfort. Any comfort you can get. A warmth of another person’s body, a gentle touch or word, anything. A blanket would be enough.

Niragi keeps talking, loud and angry. Scary. You can’t focus on his words properly but you register the curses and his tone, cold and terrifying. Tears spill from your eyes as you sniff.

He’s here to hurt you again. He will shatter you. He’s like this but still… he’s there, right?

Your horrified mind is too far gone. Without any hope you’d surely go crazy.

You need to find comfort in something - someone. Even if that someone is Niragi. The one who caused all this. Or the one you came to on your own? Regardless of everything that has happened since, you’ve approached him first.

Maybe this is all your fault.

Maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on him.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to rely on him now.

After all, he came back and he’s paying attention to you. You, his half-broken toy. You wouldn’t get a better deal in Borderland.

So you pull yourself closer to him.

You hide your face in his chest as you silently sob. Your nails drag against whatever you get your hands on, balling in his shirt and scratching his back.

He freezes under your touch, until finally his hands find their place on your back. He lays on his side and you nuzzle even closer, your tears soaking his shirt. He goes quiet and lets his brain catch up to what is happening, a wide maniacal grin spreading on his lips.

This is your breaking point, he realized. Not the reality of your life here, not the atrocities taking place in Borderland, not the many sights of brutal death or hopelessness of not being able to escape. No. It’s him.

He feels a wave of excitement and arousal flood through him. He’s never experienced a feeling like this before - the feeling of having so much power over another human being without doing much. He doesn’t even have a gun. He isn’t threatening to shoot you and yet you’re so terrified of him. And better than that, despite all that fear you still came to him for comfort. It’s a delicious feeling.

He’s hard, almost leaking, just thinking about how broken you are. He presses his groin against you where your leg is swung across his hip. He would take you again were it not for your current state. He’d definitely break you beyond repair then and you’d be no fun afterwards.

As much as he’s blind towards all kinds of violence and crimes, that really would be no fun at all.

You’d just lay there, silent and apathetic. A broken doll. Fuck, he could get off just to the thought alone.

Instead, he bites down on your neck, revels in the pained whimper that slips from your mouth. His kisses are full of tongue. It drags against your skin, laps at the wound on your shoulder and the tender flesh there. As if massaging the area, he pays it special attention. Not gentle, just intense.

You’re whining and whimpering in between sniffles. His hands roam your back, grabbing at your waist, hips and ass, grinding you into his hard dick any time he gets the chance.

Most bizarre of all that? You found comfort in his attention. It’s not comforting at all. It isn’t even remotely tender or loving, yet feeling him right next to you makes you feel safe. Protected.

And to be fair that was probably one thing you indeed were right now - protected. Guarded from everyone but him.

He promised he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and he keeps that promise probably a bit too well. So right now, you make that your reassurance. Make him your anchor. You’re surrounded by his scent, metallic like blood and the steel of his rifle.

It’s unpleasant, so why are you breathing it in and thinking of home? Of safety? You’re safe, well not really but enough - is that actually a good thing, though? Even the pain grounds you in the moment, in the cruel world beyond your clouded mind.

Some of your rational thinking returns as you bring yourself from behind the mist.

You don’t, in fact, like this.

It’s just so easy to get lost in the feeling. To further submit and give up even more control over your life. It’s not like you have a lot of it here to begin with.

But you don’t want that.

You need to stop him. You have to make him stop otherwise he’s always going to treat you like this. He probably will anyway, but you’ll be damned if you go down without fighting. You deserve better. Whatever standard of better you could get with Niragi.

You push against his hips with your hand while you put the other on his cheek. You succeed in making his actions stop and your eyes meet. There’s a wild madness in his gaze. You sniff and kiss him quickly, grabbing a fistful of his hair. You can do this.

“Stop it. For fuck’s sake, stop acting like a horny dog for a minute,” you hiss, “Or I swear I will leave and when you find me, I will never respond to you in any way again and will be just a ragdoll.” You know talking back to him is never a good idea but you couldn’t care less right now. You mean your words too - being just a lifeless mass of flesh instead of your usual self, that would piss him off. That’s the one thing he wouldn’t be able to accept. You know it and he knows it too.

“What makes you think I’d let you?” he frowns, growling. He pulls you impossibly close, hands on your ass and his crotch grinding against your again.

Asshole. But what did you expect?

You chide yourself for hoping.

And then, you go limp. You look at him with an empty gaze and one last bitter chuckle.

No matter how hard he goes at it, how much he raises his voice, you remain passive. Just like a doll. He shakes you and you let him, ignoring the pain. Everything hurts. But this is far from the worst he’s done to you. You can cope. And maybe if it pisses him off enough, something will change. Or he’ll kill you, but that might not be the worst thing either.

Niragi punches the pillow just millimeters from your face. Still no reaction. His eyes are burning holes into yours. He’s furious. And desperate. You almost want to laugh.

Surprisingly, he then sets his jaw, swallows. Albeit obvious he’s fighting back the urge to hit you for real, he nods. His hands move to your hips, nails painfully stabbing your skin. He stays still.

“Thank you,” you sigh and hide your face in the crook of his neck. If you were in a better mood, you’d smile at the progress you two made.

Even if it’s impossible to tell from his behavior today, lately it’s getting more usual for him to listen to your requests, not without a lot of bitching, if they aren’t too wild and if he isn’t too opposed to them. But that’s only because he finally learned that if he compromised with you and gave in to your wishes, you’d then go out of your way to be good for him and please him.

How did your life turn into this?

Why do you think this is good enough?

“We both know you wouldn’t be able to hide from me for long,” he smirks, always ready with some cocky remark. His own little defense mechanism.

“Yeah, but I might try if you pull something like this again,” you warn as you try to move your sore muscles without much success. You’re drained. Physically, mentally… you just want to sleep.

Niragi pulls away to scowl at you. You roll your eyes at his obliviousness. Is it really necessary to spell everything out for him? You groan and decide to lecture Niragi on why what he did was wrong, now that you’re able to think clearly again. You need to explain, to fight for yourself.

You’re not naive enough to believe it will change anything or that he maybe honestly didn’t realize. You just might be stupid enough to hope, though.

“Look, I get that you were frustrated when you came in earlier, alright? But maybe next time just beat someone up or something? I literally don’t care. I’m not just some object for you to relieve your anger on! I know we go at it pretty hard like every night-”

“Yeah, so what’s the problem?” he interrupts, impatient and annoyed that you’re bothering him with something so trivial. You can’t believe you’ve ever told Ann to stop calling him a man-child.

“The problem is that when you came in today, I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t want to do anything with you. But you barged in and forced yourself on me and we talked about how that is not okay already,” you explain, just as irritated but keeping your voice firm and steady. You want to scream, but that wouldn’t lead anywhere.

“But you’re mine!” he protests and honestly it’s hard not to abandon your morals. It takes a ridiculous amount of effort not to punch him.

“That doesn’t change anything. I am yours, yes, but still you need my consent before you fuck me,” you argue back. Bad idea?

In the next second, he flips you on your back, holding himself above you. You whimper in pain as it shoots through your body, tears spilling out of your eyes again. And hell, you miss his warmth.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m not good enough? Bec-” Not able or willing to listen to his nonsense, you shut him up with a kiss. The only way you know he’d shut up in this situation. You’re generous enough to let him take charge, bite your lips as much as he wants and rule your tongue with his. At least it serves to distract you from the cruel pain in the rest of your body. He pulls away suddenly and puts his forehead against yours.

“Why are you crying?” he asks, confused, as if he only just realized something’s wrong.

This is getting strangely similar to talking to a bratty child. Though, to be fair, you yourself haven’t realized you’re crying again. Angry as you are, you still long for comfort and you’re not allowed any other source of it than him. You don’t know where this obsession of controlling every aspect of your life comes from, but it’s annoying.

“Just come here,” you whine. It’s pathetic, but that usually works. You pull on his shirt so he’d lay on top of you. It’s too cold in the room to be naked.

He allows himself to be pulled, crushing you a little as his body covers yours. His eyes never leave yours as he tries to find an answer in your teary eyes. Yet there’s an almost malicious smirk on his lips.

“That’s the problem, y’know,” you sniff a little, “I’m yours and you’re an amazing lover - you know that, I know that - shit I think half of Beach knows that with how loud you make me.” You roll your eyes as his smirk grows and gets cocky. You hate how well praise works on him, keeps him in check. Praising him was the last thing you wanted to be doing right now.

“But you’re not usually like that - like today. You were pissed for real and rougher than you usually are. It hurt - it still does. It hurts like hell, I can barely move. And I was scared, I didn’t want you to touch me at all and yet…” you exhale shakily, closing your eyes. You focus on your breathing. It’s important you calm yourself down or you’d surely fall into that lethargic state again.

He takes that opportunity to look at you, really look at you. Maybe he did go too hard. He didn’t expect you’d be this close to your breaking point, on the thin border between being salvageable and becoming useless to him.

What does he care anyway?

Your eyes are swollen, glassy and red from crying. There are bruises, hickeys and bite marks on your arms, waist, hips, your neck. He remembers the wound on your shoulder.

With uncharacteristic gentleness, he traces his fingers along your collarbone to your shoulder. You let him, even as you feel his dick getting harder in his pants. You even let him manhandle you a little so he can take a look at the full damage.

The bite mark on your shoulder is also swollen and red but it isn’t bleeding anymore at least. Still, it’s obviously very painful, he can see that. Can derive pleasure from that. As much pride as he feels looking at his work, however, he also realizes that you aren’t happy about it. He scoffs.

Then again if it’s only because you got scared and you didn’t enjoy it in this particular case, then he can let it slip without further punishment. Next time though, he’ll make you another pretty mark on the other shoulder. Symmetry and all that.

Why does he care?

Niragi sighs and kisses your forehead. He doesn’t want to look for a new toy. That must be it. Pure convenience. It’d be inefficient to break you and search for a replacement. He doesn’t wanna do that. Not when he has someone like you, who’s willing to work with him. Who already holds some value for him. Sometimes. Perhaps.

“Tell me what you need?” he murmurs, his protective side kicking in. He wouldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t break you. Yet. He promised he’d protect you anyway.

And you always have the best ideas on how to return the favor whenever he takes good care of you. It has him licking his lips already.

In contrast, you were no fun if you were in pain and from the looks of it, he really messed up.

But now he has no idea how to make it better. He’s not excited about the idea of having to care for you, but you’d like it. You’d be grateful and return the favor. He repeats that like a mantra to calm down. He needs to do that first. Yet he finds it hard.

Why did you look so scared of him? Why does he care?

“Hold me for a while? It’s so cold,” you complain. He snorts but does as you asked. It’s easy enough. He even pulls the covers over you after admiring your well-marked body for a while. Everyone knows you belong to him, of course, but he loves seeing the proof of his ownership all over your body. You’re undeniably his, carrying his signature all over yourself. And you crawled to him so obediently, scarred by his love and yet you craved more. He can’t get that out of his head either, his cock twitching. He needs you.

“You know, it’s really cold. Maybe if you warmed my cock for me, I’d listen to you more carefully,” he coos between kisses peppered up your neck.

“Or maybe you’d just rape me again,” you say without much feeling. Vocalizing it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. And the mess in your head… You really need to sleep.

He stops in his tracks and tilts your jaw up to make you look at him.

“But-”

“No buts, Niragi,” you sigh and ease your jaw from his grip to nuzzle into his shoulder again. You really don’t feel like looking at him right now.

“I didn’t want it, I told you that much, and you didn’t listen. I am yours, true, but that doesn’t make it okay. And you better remember it. If it happens again, I will keep my word and leave - and if you find me, I will be just a ragdoll. I won’t speak to you, I won’t move even if you should kill me,” you warn him, feeling him tense around you, “Or do you really need to have your dick inside something for your ears to work?”

Biting remarks are good. They are normal.

He scoffs but relaxes, only his arms tighten around you as he hugs you closer.

“I will try,” he groans, irritated.

“Good,” you praise, trying your best to keep the irony out of your voice. In case it was still there, you turn your head to nibble along his neck the way he likes. You have to do something if you want to lower the risk of him just ramming his dick into you.

“I promise if you leave me be tonight and let me heal a little, you won’t regret it,” you breathe into his ear, exasperated and tired. He hums in response, still annoyed but it seems he’s considering your offer.

And he is. Weighting your creativity and previous experiences with these deals, he has to give it to you - you’re worth the hassle.

So he sighs into your hair and lets his body melt around yours. Your lips twitch in a smile unseen.

For now, this is enough. It’s far from ideal, but really, what could you want from a Borderland romance.

Especially one with Niragi.

He doesn’t really want to hurt you - at least you want to believe that despite the evidence. It’s not personal. Violence is just in his nature. It’s an instinct. Maybe you could show him he doesn’t need to hurt you - even if it is literally just you. Everyone’s always told you to be more selfish. Maybe this is it.

You really don’t know what exactly made you drop your standards so low that you accepted someone like Niragi as a lover, but sometimes, you’re glad you did.

Afterall, you could die any day here or take lives to survive so trying to change this abusive piece of shit into a decent human being isn’t the worst thing you could be doing with your life here.

It’s just the most foolish one.

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu #niragi angst #angst #fanfic

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usetheeauthor · 1 year

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Video Games (MDNI +18)

🎶I heard that you like the bad girls, honey? Is that true?🎶

Sub!Boyfriend!Arisu Ryohei x Dom!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend games all day instead of paying attention to you. You know exactly how to get him out of his own world.

A/N: Wrote another sub!Arisu fic because I’m horny and I want to slut this man out. He’s so underrated in the fandom and I don’t get why. Do you see that innocent face? This man is begging to be folding like a pretzel.

Word Count: 994 words

Warnings: smut, handjob, biting, hair pulling, choking, kissing/french kissing, saliva as lube, spit kink, cum eating, dacryphilia, daddy kink

You knew the disadvantages of having a gamer boyfriend but you figured that Arisu was more than worth it. Now you’re not so sure anymore.

Just how is it possible that this man could stay in front of a screen for hours on end, mindlessly shooting enemies? Not once has he looked up at you to make sure that you’re still there. You just might very well leave.

Except you were incredibly horny.

There was something about your boyfriend that just made you so insatiable. You’ve never had a sexual appetite this intense before but whenever you’re in his presence all you want to do is tie him to your bed and use him until you’re both spent.

Sometimes, you wondered if your boyfriend felt this way, too. You get that he enjoys sex but it’s almost as if he’d rather game than make love to you.

You huff out loud. He glances at you for a moment, unaware of your lust-filled thoughts. You guess you should test your theory.

Standing up from your seat on the couch, you alert him enough for him to do a double take. Nonetheless, he returns his attention back to the game, headphones over his ears as he shouts commands at his team.

You approach him from behind the couch, removing the headset and throwing them off to the side.

“Hanii, I’m a little busy, here.” Arisu groans, frustration pickled in his tone.

“I know,” You whisper seductively in his ear. “But I want you.”

A shiver goes down his spine. “I can’t leave the guys. We’re right in the middle of a serious game.”

“I just wanna play with you for a bit. Why should you get to have all the fun?” You pout, leaning over the couch a little to rub his clothed erection. He’s already starting to grow in your hands.

“Please…” Arisu rasps.

You kiss and suck his neck, now exposed from lowering his hoodie. Continuing to palm his thick length, you could feel the faint motion of his hips rolling up in a circle.

“Should I stop?” You ask, teasingly.

“Uh-uh.” He protests, eyes closed.

“That’s what I thought.” You say, pulling down his shorts and underwear with his assistance and free him of his restraints. Your mouth waters at the sight of his dick. It was just so pleasingly beautiful. Thick and decent in length, he knew exactly how to use it to hit the deepest parts of you.

You hold your palm out in front of him, signaling him to spit. Arisu obeys, whimpering once you began coating his cock with his saliva and slowly stroking him. His ragged breaths fill the air and it takes everything in you not to ravish him. Your free hand grabs a fistful of his hair, turning his head to the side for a kiss. Upping the theatrics of the kiss, you massage your tongue over his while moaning. It was absolutely pornographic.

Sucking on his bottom lip, you drag it along with you before letting it go with faint pop. Your grip tightens around him, focusing your clenched fist around the sensitive tip of his cock.

His mouth parts, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. He looks so amazing. How was it possible that you were his first girlfriend with beauty like that? You clasp a hand around his neck, applying enough pressure to choke out a sob.

“Y/n…”

You bite down on his earlobe, stroking him quicker. “Ryohei, don’t hold back. Make some noise for me.”

Arisu does as you say. No longer afraid to be vulnerable with being subservient to you. With every tug, he makes a soft ‘uh, uh, uh’ sound. He could feel his balls drawing up, the tension in the pit of his stomach building up.

“I’m gonna cum.” He whines.

“I wanna see your eyes when you cum. Please, daddy.” You were surprised yourself that you let that slip out. You’ve never called a guy that before especially not when you’re the dominant one in bed. But you were just so desperate to please him that he’d earned the title in that moment.

You could tell that it was just what he needed to let go, eyes open as you stare back at him intensely. He lets out a guttural moan, back arching as he spills over himself. His warm cum spurts out and runs down your fist and his tummy. You continue to jerk him, wanting to extend his pleasure for as long as he could take it.

“That’s it, daddy. Let go. Make a mess for me.” You kiss up his neck some more, it slightly sweaty from the exertion.

He begins to shudder and sob at the overstimulation. His nails sink into the couch cushion under him, searching for something to ground him. You have mercy on him, removing your hand and he can breathe again.

You make a show of licking his essence off your palm and fingers before crawling up the overhead of the couch, rolling onto the seat beside him. You plop your head in his lap, his dick still out but long gone soft. He hasn’t moved since his orgasm.

You stare up at him concern. “My love?”

He looks down at you in his lap with a blissed out smile and his hair was messy. “I’m back.”

“Good to know. I was worried I lost you there.” You giggle, soothing his hair.

He snaps out of his daze when he hears the notification sound from the TV. He quickly takes the controller to open the message.

“Dude, if you were going to abandon the game to get laid, at least give us a heads up. Also, your mic’s on.”

Arisu blushes profusely, taking a throw pillow to shove in his face. He muffles, “We forgot to turn off the mic! They’ll never let me live it down.”

“I’m sure they enjoyed the show.” You wink, rubbing his back.

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realisticjupiter · 4 months

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Summary: Arisu doesn't like being sick, but he's taking one for the team to try and help you.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei x gn!reader

Warnings: Being sick (?), A peck on the lips!

Word count: 444

You shivered underneath the thick sheets of your bed. Your nose, red and stuffy. Your eyes glazed over and your entire body tense.

You looked at the door to the sound of it being slowly opened. Arisu peaked from behind it, slowly stepping in and closing the door.

He scratched the back of his head through his thick long hair and avoided eye contact as he spoke, "Do you, uh, do you need anything?" He mumbled, a little over a whisper.

You smiled at his awkward stance as you thought about his question, "Not really, just kinda tired..."

"Oh." Was all he said. He wasn't prepared for you to need nothing. He atleast wanted you to want something so he can actually be of help.

"Well, uhm.. Can you get me a glass of water?" You pleaded through red eyes.

"Mhm." He quickly nodded, turning around to exit the room to get your request.

Arisu told you not to go outside in the cold weather, but you didn't listen. 'It wasn't that big of a deal,' you'd say. But, now you've learned your lesson, your head was aching and your body was sore.

Arisu returned with a cold glass of water in hand, making his way towards your side of the bed.

You smiled up at him as you lifted your upper body to grab ahold of the cup. He stood beside you as you gulped down the cold liquid. It quickly calmed your body, letting the liquid fall down your chin.

Arisu snickered at the sight, grabbing the cup when you released it from your mouth and putting it on the bedside table.

"Feel better?" He asked, it was almost a stupid question; he knew that. But, that didn't stop him from asking.

"A little, now that you're actually in a 3 feet proximity with me." You teased, referring to how he practically avoided you the entire time you noticed you felt sick.

"Sorry, I don't like being sick." He admitted, fidgeting with the seam of the blanket.

"I get it. Can I at least have one kiss?" You smiled widely, looking up at him.

He stood still for a second, thinking about it but quickly obliging with a nod. You smiled up at him as he leaned down and pecked your lips, but only for a second.

You frowned but understood how uncomfortable it might be. "Thank you." You softly muttered.

He nodded in response with a weak smile before exiting the room. The next thing you hear was a quiet sneeze followed by an annoyed whimper. You smiled to yourself, but also slightly frowned at the thought of Arisu being sick.

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yois2aki · 22 days

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੭୧ chishiya with a reader who likes gift giving... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluff, ooc chishiya, beach arc, love confession, shy chishiya ohhh....

— summary: your gift giving and weird fact telling habit seemed to catch chishiya's attention. that was until it got too much to him.

— word count: 1.3k

people could tell you had a habit of collecting things that caught your interest in the most random occurrences. the motive had never been elucidated, as you wouldn't mind the others staring.

coming home from games tired and exhausted was part of your weekly routine. sometimes, you would refuse to take the car back to the beach just to breathe some air and later walk back by yourself.

it was unusual for you to come back empty-handed. during your time in the borderlands, you found out that gift giving was a pretty easy way for you to show your affection towards others. and even though sometimes you'd look at a pretty rock and mention it to kuina, or tell mira a random fact you heard about some time back in the real world, nothing compared to the surprises you'd prepare, chishiya.

you have noticed, way before even getting close to him, that he does not seem to get fazed by anything. if he complimented you, that'd be a reason for your sleep to be slightly better than the other nights.

knowing that about him, you made it your daily goal to try and steal a reaction from him. from the littlest things, like telling him all about how you learned that cheetahs don't roar but instead meow and purr. to more thoughtful stuff, like gifting him a personally handmade butterfly origami you spent an hour trying to figure out.

chishiya didn't understand the point of all this effort you took to catch him by surprise. why you were so devoted to making him seem happier. he had lost interest in life a long time ago. so why did he look forward to your every day's information?

"it's for you," you said, handing him a roughly made bouquet of red, white, and yellow flowers you plucked from a garden. "i don't have a place to keep them, and you seem like a much more responsible person for treating flowers."

chishiya knew that wasn't the real reasoning behind it, since your little presents and surprises every day had already become something he expected. he took the poorly made bouquet in his hands, which didn't really look like a bouquet, just a bunch of flowers gathered around.

he kept his eyes on them for a while, almost becoming philosophical from looking at them. he seemed to recognize this kind of plant; however, his memory betrayed him.

"these flowers are called chrysanthemus," you started, biting your lip in apprehension, in case he thought the idea of gifting him a bouquet was stupid. "or simply mums, or chrysanths."

chishiya didn't really know what to say. every single gift you had given him so far were simple things he found amusing but didn't pay much attention to. however, for some reason, being gifted a bouquet seemed to make his heart throb a little faster. he couldn't help but imagine the scenario in his head. you, contently plucking the flowers out of their natural spot and wrapping them together, thinking of him while doing so.

if he were with you at that moment, he probably wouldn't have minded it as much as he does now. instead complaining about the fact you're disturbing the eco system and urging you to leave the plants be. but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with you right now, not while you were so shyly giving him a bouquet of flowers.

"did you know these are native to east asia?" you commented, and he started listening intently. "however, the center of diversity is in china. i was quite lucky to find them."

chishiya felt like he should say something. perhaps a snarky remark on how you really gave yourself the need to study flowers well enough to recognize them, or maybe a lighter response like a simple thank you and a smile. but no coherent sentences could be formed in his mind, let alone out of his mouth.

at this point, he felt like even the flowers were judging him, given how silent the whole room felt. chishiya knew of the habit of giving others plants, obviously, but he had never even been on the giving end. how was he supposed to react to the receiving one?

it's necessary to mention that he also felt foolish. normally, it's the more serious person on both ends that gives the bouquet, as a way to show their appreciation towards the other if the physical touch or the words of affirmation are too tough. not the other way around.

"i also heard that the white variant of this species means truth, the yellow one means slighted love, and the red one means—" you suddenly stopped your words, your eyes opening like you had just seen a ghost, your line of thinking interrupting itself without your demanding.

"chishiya," you couldn't help but stand still, trying to make sure what you were seeing was true. the rosy tint present on his cheeks is getting more perceptible by the second. "are you blushing?"

he could only turn his head to the side in an attempt to avoid your attention. if he had the ability to sense others's feelings, he would be certain of the biggest smile on your face without even looking. this was definitely the largest process you had made so far, ever since you started this habit of yours. pride filled your chest as you finally realized you were the one capable of teasing him and getting revenge for all the times he made you feel like an idiot.

"why are you so shy?" you asked with a present smirk on your face. your voice alone was a sign you were smiling, not going easy on the teasing. "it's just flowers; have you never been given some?"

"shut up." chishiya managed to mumble out, seemingly not caring about whether you heard it or not.

he turned around, still with the flowers in hand, standing in an awkward position as he tried to remember who he even was and what he was doing here. he suddenly stared at an empty jar on his desk, his movements returning to usual as he seemed to have calmed down a bit, away from your gaze.

"hey!" you scurried after him, the smile unable to leave your face as your mind repeated the image of chishiya shuntaro speechless for once. "i wasn't done; don't run away!"

he ignored your protests, grabbing the handle with strength and almost kicking the bathroom door open, seemingly using anger to cope with the embarrassment he just presented you with. you could only imagine what was going on inside his mind. probably a ton of insulting words running towards him for looking like an idiot once in his life.

he filled the jar with water to a certain point, shoving the flowers inside it, and left the bathroom as he threw the item back on his desk.

"there you go," he began. back to that sharp tone of voice he normally uses, he still refused to turn around and look at you. "your plants are safe and sound."

"you still shouldn't have plucked them out of a garden." he sourly informed. you wondered if he was trying to save the littlest bit of dignity he had left on his soul; unfortunately, you were feeling quite mean that night.

"they were so pretty, though!" you whined out, your hands sitting at your hips. "oh, by the way..."

"the red variant of the chrysanths means i love you." you said with that devious voice again. the only thing that changed in chishiya's posture was the red tint of the flowers, now matching the color present on the tips of his ears.

— n/a: KANDKSJFKEJFNSJDN THIS WAS SO CUTEEEE!! i love writing shy chishiya or stupid chishiya in love he's such a loser....... (i say about a man who's 13 times smarter than me) :cc it's quite sad i have to get a bit outside his character to make it better but i still loved writing this. i hope you guys like it as much!!!

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