#alice in borderland smut

[plentyoffandoms]

In the Boardroom. (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral sex (male receiving). SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @mkagemtr 2nd gif @deathinbordeland

Takeru Danma & Keiichi Kuzuryu.

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Takeru Danma

I tried to keep my breathing under control as I heard the doors open to the boardroom. I knew Danma had some serious shit to talk about today, but I all I could think about him in my mouth.

I couldn't see anything besides his knees down, and I had to stop myself from giggling as he pulled out his chair and sat in it, leaning back to give the impression that he was calm, but everyone single person in this room knows for a fact that he could blow his top over the simplest thing.

And I am looking forward to that.

He was still a bit too far back for me to do anything, but I waited to make my move.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled his chair close enough to place his hands on the table.

Just as his palm smacked the table, I made my move. I placed my hands on his bare legs, and I moved my hands up towards my goal.

His voice went higher just a tad, and then he cleared his throat.

I heard Kuzuryū chime in, and at that moment, I made eye contact with Danma. I held my finger to my lips to make sure he didn't make any noise.

I went back to what I was doing and my hand cupped his hardening cock through his boardshorts, which I love and hate at the same time.

They look good on him but there is no slit for me to pull his cock through. I will just have to wait my time, but until then, I kissed the tip of his cock through the fabric.

I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head and started to suck on the head gently.

"Let me see the list of people who are due." Danma said. No one seemed to notice how his voice was slightly laboured.

He stood up just enough to reach for the list, but it was enough for me to pull down his boardshorts and watch as his cock slap against his lower stomach.

I quickly wrapped my mouth around the leaking tip, and I had to stop myself from groaning at the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

I took him inch by inch in my mouth until he was fully in my mouth. I was about to pull back when I felt his hand on my shoulder and gripped it. His signal not to move.

I breathed through my nose as best as I could, not wanting to piss him off even more than he is now.

I know he wants nothing more than to grip the back my head and fuck my face until I have tears streaming down my face.

But I couldn't wait anymore, or I would pass out. I pulled away from him, trying not to gasp for air too loudly.

"What is that noise?" An asked.

"Nothing. Continue." Danma said before anyone could ask anymore questions, but I also know that the continue was to me as well.

I went back to work, bobbing my head up and down. My chin dripped with my spit as I stopped caring if anyone heard me, all I needed was his cum.

I could tell he was close. His breathing started to pick up. His hands were clenched into fists on his thighs. His chest was glistening with sweat as he held himself back from finally finishing.

"Get out." He suddenly said.

"But," some of the members started to say.

"I said get the fuck out!" His hand slammed on the table, making me jump slightly. "You have until the count of 5." I didn't stop blowing him as the chairs scrapped along the floor, as the other members left the room quickly. The door slammed behind the last member, and we were finally alone.

He pushed the table away and sat back in his chair. I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, and I stopped moving, knowing what was gonna happen next. He was brutal as he fucked my face. I could hardly see through the tears, and my jaw was sore.

"Fuckin' take it. Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" He asked just before he stilled, and he started to cum down my throat, with a loud groan I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but there was so much of it, it started to spill out of the corners of my mouth.

I continued to suck as he finished. I didn't stop until he pulled my mouth off of him. "Take the back way to my room." He said as I finally stood.

"Don't clean yourself. Make sure you are in position."

Keiichi Kuzuryu

I have been cramped under this table for the past six minutes, waiting for them to enter the room. More specifically, Kuzuryu.

The same Kuzuryu who blushes whenever I do anything remotely sexual outside our shared bedroom. His face is going to be redder than a tomato.

I just hoped I had picked the right seat.

I was once again doubting I had the right seat when the doors opened, and I could see the flip-flops and sandals of the Executives, but Kuzuryu was wearing normal shoes. I have no idea how he gets away with wearing normal clothes while the rest of us are forced to wear bathingsuits.

When I complained to him about it once all he did was smile and say, "I like you in your bathingsuit." I have been putty in his hands ever since.

I slightly cheered to myself when he sat down right in front of me.

"Let's get this over with." I rolled my eyes at the sound of Niragi's voice. It's not like he has anything else to do. Not his turn to play. The Beach has been quiet for the last few days.

I waited for the perfect time. I had to wait until he was just distracted enough that I could suprise him.

I knew Kuzuryu was sitting there with his elbows on the table, his hands grapsed together in front of his face as he listened to each member talk.

He chimed in whenever he deemed it appropriate to add to the conversation. I knew I couldn't wait much longer, so I just went for it.

I touched the inside of his thighs, just ever so softly. I felt him jump slightly as I applied a bit more pressure.

I then heard and saw a pen being dropped on the ground next to his chair and he leaned down to grab it.

He made eye contact with me, and all I did was wave. Kuzuryu gave me a pointed look and I knew what that ment.

Don't do what you are thinking of doing.

And sat back up, his back even straighter I can imagine. Mira spoke up, and I tried to tune her out, but I knew Kuzuryu was distracted enough, so I placed my hands on his zipper and slowly pulled it down and reached in the slit of his boxers and pulled out his hardening cock.

I stroked his cock until it was fully hard and took the head in my mouth and softly sucked. I wrapped my hands around his cock and started to pump him as I sucked just the tip.

He loves it when I start off like this. Kuzuryu is usually lying on our bed, his eyes closed, and one hand on my head and the other doing something else.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, and to my suprise, he started to push my head down. I relaxed my throat and started to breathe through my nose as he just held my head against him.

I tapped his leg after a bit and pulled back once he relaxed his grip on my head. I took a deep breath and took him back in my mouth, and started to bob my head.

I didn't stop. Not even when I knew he was close. His leg was bouncing up and down. I gripped his balls in my hand and started to play with them.

I saw his stomach clench, and felt the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. Making sure none spilled out.

"I'm bored. We can finish this later." The Hatter said as his chair scrapped against the floor.

The others followed except for Kuzuryu, who was still half hard in my mouth as I continued to suck him off.

"Kuzuryu, stay here and work on those reports about the rooms." The Hatter said as he stood at the door. I heard everyone else leave and just before he closed the door, I heard, "Hello YN."

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Part 2 with Niragi, Chishiya & Aguni (18+)

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[aliceinnaughtyland]

HURT - PART. 2

Pairing: Takatora x Reader

Warnings: Smut (obviously), unprotected sex (be smarter than that!), inexperienced!Last Boss, experienced!reader, slightly sub!Last Boss, slightly dom!reader, begging, slight orgasm control, a little of angst

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Last Boss overthinked something he heard, leading to a really happy ending.

Author’s note: Guess who’s back, back again! Thank you all for being so kind and patient! This is a really soft smut, nothing to crazy, but I think it’s cute. I love this story but to be honest, it’s been a while since I have written anything and as English is not my native language, I think the grammar is a little less correct than usual. Feel free to correct me if needed! Also Niragi smut coming soon!

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Takatora’s actions as we do NOT condone rape! We only love the Shuntarô Yanagi’s interpretation of Last Boss. This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible: You are not alone. Staf safe xx

Same place, different day. The sun was high in the sky, which could only mean one thing: let’s hang out at the pool!

You were wearing your best bikini, looking like a goddamn Goddess as usual, as a guy approached you. You never saw him before, but you didn’t think too much of it. The Beach was a big place.

After the usual–and boring- pickup lines, as you were trying to find a polite way to leave, you heard a voice resonated behind you.

“Well, well, well, trying to get lucky tonight?” Niragi asked, the poor guy, the usual level of arrogance in his voice.

You turned around to see the armed guy staring at him, a playful look in his eyes as scaring people off amused him, all the militants behind him. The guy didn’t answer, so Niragi continued. 

“Fuck off now, she’s Last Boss’ girl!”

The guy ran away before you could say anything, and now you were pissed. Obviously you weren’t interested in this guy, but who the fuck did Niragi think he was?

“Fuck off, Niragi! What the fuck? I’m no one’s girl, you hear me? Now get away from me!” you stormed off, letting Niragi confused.

As you left, you didn’t pay attention to Last Boss and didn’t see how his face contortioned with hurt. I mean, sure you two weren’t together, but you didn’t have to act so annoyed about people thinking it was the case.

Ok both of you never promised anything to each other. Fuck, you never even kiss! But you couldn’t convince him that there was absolutely nothing between you two.

You were always together!

He could recognize you just by the heat coming from your body. That’s how much you’ve been around each other recently.

He felt safe sleeping with you every night, even if that meant he had to share every aspect of his life and intimacy with you. That how comfortable he was around you.

So yeah, maybe you weren’t his girl, but fuck, you had to be something!

You getting so defensive over the fact that someone could have had thought that you were his-

His.

Fuck!

You had to be his!

This night was the first time in weeks he didn’t come to your room. No problem, you decided to go to his instead. You took all the things you needed for the night and headed through the corridor, ready to hang out. But arrived at his room, he was nowhere to be found.

You figured he just had some militant shit to do and just went back to your room, binge watching your last Netflix movie until you fell asleep.

Ok now that was clear. He was fucking ignoring you!

It has been days now, and that was fucking annoying. Hurtful even.

What the hell have you done for him to treat you like that suddenly?

You no longer saw him, and when you did catch him across the room, when you tried to reach out to him, he just raw away. Two fucking times.

Not only were you confused as fuck, because what the hell did you do to him for him to just erase you from his life, but this behaviour also hurt you. Even if it had only been three days, you were so used to his presence near you that this absence was remarkable. You were missing your friend.

Friends. That’s what you were right.! Right?

That’s normal for friends to hang out a lot. That’s what friends do.

Always searching for the other in a room? Friends.

Not accepting to let the other go to a game alone, even if that means risking your life? Very friendly way.

Sleeping together every night? Friends.

Cuddling after a nightmare? Obviously friends.

And wanting to hold his hand? Friends?

Imagining how soft his lips would be against yours? Okay-

Maybe the limits weren’t that clear to be honest.

But you never talked about it. Never even implied it. Never kissed.

Okay, since you’ve met him, no one else in the entire Beach ever caught your eyes.

Not that anyone dared to seduce you. Any times you entered a room, a dangerous killer was by your side.

Anyway, no matter what your situationship was, this little game of hide and seek needed to stop! You were determinate to confront him. And you needed this confrontation today!

You waited in the corner of the corridor, your eyes on his dorm, waiting for him. As he appeared, you followed him.

As you slammed the door behind you, Takatora quickly turned around, his katana soon pressing into your throat.

“Y/N what the actual fuck? I could have killed you”

 “Hello to you too Takatora”

 He didn’t answer you, the sound of his name on your tongue making his heart freeze a little.

 “Are you going to lower that thing of yours or are you debating on actually killing me?” you continued.

 The man sighed as he pushed his katana aside on the table beside you.

 “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you ignoring me?”

 He stayed silent so you continued.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, T?”

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh a lot of things are wrong with me Y/N! That’s why I’m trying to make sure you’re not seen with me! Wouldn’t want to embarrass you now, would we?”

He wasn’t screaming, but his tone was harsh and cold.

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Your eyebrows frowned. You didn’t even know how to react at this point.

“Oh cut the crap will you”

Cut the crap? Since when did Last Boss became so bitter. He was acting so out of character.

“You think I didn’t hear you the other day?” he continued “Making sure everyone knew we weren’t together”

“What?” you repeated

Your brain just ceased to function at this point, and all you did was try to comprehend the words that came out of his fucking mouth as he continued to ramble incoherently.

“Wait, wait! Just shut the fuck up, will you?” you interrupted him “You think I’m mad because Niragi said we were together?”

“Well-“

“I’m not mad at people thinking we’re together, Takatora. I’m mad because I want Niragi to respect me as a person and not as someone’s property. I want men to respect me because I said no, not because I’m a man’s wife. I want my no to be more important than another man's prize.”

“Oh”

“Yeah! Oh!” you imitated him.

Okay, now he was definitely ashamed. His eyes were scanning the ground as his life depended on it.

“I’m with you 24/7 T. Do you really think I give a fuck about what people think? Huh? And what would they think anyway?”

Your questions were meet with silence.

“What would they think, Takatora?” you repeated, much softer this time as you approached him.

Your hand found his cheek, pulling his face to finally look at you again.

“I don’t know” he whispered.

“I don’t know either”

Takatora was thinking. He needed to come with something. Quick. Something to change the subject. Fucking anything.

He tried his hardest, but his trail of thoughts was interrupted by someone getting too close to him. Not someone. You.

His eyes found yours and-

The kiss was sweet. Almost chaste. It was a kiss of pure love. At first.

Your arms soon found their way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He caressed you, palms exploring the curves of your body.

His hands were trembling. Was it the nervousness about what was coming or the fear of losing you? He didn’t know himself.

His fingers became more urgent, slipping under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

You raised your arms for him to take the hint and lift your shirt over your head, and he did, unable to resist. Meanwhile, one of your hand opened his hoodie while the other traced his newly uncovered chest.

“You’ll have to teach me” he panted against your lips.

 “You’ve never-“

 “No, I’ve never” he said as he kissed you again.

Soon enough, you were both on the bed, him laying down on his back, completely naked, you kneeling next to him, in nothing but your panties.

You were kissing his neck and he was already gone. Your body next to his, your warmth on his skin, your lips on his neck, your hand that was traveling south really fast and-

“Oh ! ” He panted as you grabbed him.

You lifted your eyebrows, silently asking him for permission and he nodded.

His strangle moans filled the room as you started sliding your hand up and down his cock. Who knew he was so noisy?

“You ignored me” you stated, your hand slowly moving around him.

“I’m sorry” he breathed.

“For three days”

“I’ll make anything for you to forgive me”

“Like what?”

“Any- Anything you want”

At this point, he couldn’t take it anymore. You were casually talking to him. While jerking him off. You were masturbating him so slowly, making sure it wasn’t enough for him to cum. But it was. And he was so close. He could almost feel it.

His hands were gripping the sheets beside him, not daring touching you. His eyes were elusive.

“Look at me”

“I can’t. You’re too perfect, I’m gonna cum” he panted, and you giggled.

“I’ll think about forgiving you then” you continued.

“Y/N” he whispered, gripping your wrist for you to stop your ministrations and sitting, making you sit with him, “I really am sorry”

This time, his eyes were on yours. It wasn’t about sex anymore. He really was searching for you. He wanted to be sure that you’ll forgive him.

You pushed him back, laying him down on the bed again.

You needed him now, but you still wanted to tease him. You wanted to be in control.

You stood beside the bed, taking off your panties and he audibly gasped, throwing his head back on the bed, though his eyes stayed on you the entire time.

You straddle his thighs, and he grunted, feeling your weight on him. You brushed his length with your knuckles and smirked at his reaction. But you wanted more. You wanted to make him go crazy. Crazy for you.

You leant toward him and kissed him deeply. And as you did, you readjusted yourself to sit on his dick.

You started to grin against him, rolling your hips on his length. Humping was always one of your favourites, but with Takatora beneath you, breathless and helpless, you knew you could become fucking addicted. Your clit rubbed against his navel at each of your motions, sending jolts of electricity to your core.

Takatora didn’t know what to do. This was the first time he ever had this kind of feeling, this kind of intimacy. And it was you. His brain couldn’t function anymore. But his body knew better. His hands gripped your hips, accompanying your movements without altering them. His eyes couldn’t leave you either. Your tummy, your breasts, your face. Everything about you was surreal. And the sounds. He could die a lucky man if the last sound he heard was your soft moans.

That was it. He was close.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna- Fuck”

You stopped moving, and he groaned.

“Not yet T”

He wanted to ask you, to beg you. Anything that could encourage you to continue, to go faster. But he knew better than that. Oh well, fuck it-

“I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Use me to get off. Fuck. Give me anything. Please.”

These words only made your pussy throb against him. You knew he could feel it. There was something about having a dangerous man beneath you, helpless and begging for more.

The words were dirty, but the eyes, this was the look of love. He looked at you with so much adoration that you wished you could have for yourself half the love he had for you.

You didn’t want to lose any time anymore. You reached between you and grabbed his cock, asking him a last time if he was still ok with the experience. And after having the confirmation you needed, you sat on his cock. The strangled moan that came out of him at this exact moment was printed inside your brain. He fitted perfectly inside of you and you resumed your previous movements, this time feeling him inside of you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Y/N. Fuck”

Takatora knew he was coming sooner rather than later.

“What can I do?” he asked “Tell me what to do for you”

At that, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your core.

Takatora had no experience, and you knew it. So you just moved his fingers against your clit. He took over quickly, and you sped up one last time before your orgasm milked his.

You laid on him, your face on his neck, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“I should ignore you more often”

"Don't you dare!"

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut #takatora #takatora imagine #last boss #last boss imagine #last boss smut #takatora smut

[xxatinyminionxx]

Getting to Know You - Chishiya Shuntaro

Warnings: Smut, degrading, dom chishiya x sub reader, gender neutral, implied manipulation, safe sex yay, slight noncon(?), mild character spoiler(?)

Word Count: 400+

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this all day… 🧍‍♀️

**Disclaimer: This is based off the Netflix adaptation of Alice in Borderland.

You managed to get Chishiya on top of you and between your spread legs. It took some observing of each other, and you both found one another intriguing yet safe. As you know, in the Borderlands, he doesn’t let his guard down ever…yet he has been letting it down occasionally like right now.

You moan into the palm he has over your mouth, letting him use you as he desires. His dick fills you up with every stroke and he gets at the right spots. Your eyes remain open, watching him being a serious, calculated man, thrusting himself into you. You see the slightest smirk curl at one corner of his mouth as he drives you crazy. He’s enjoying this.

Like last time, you expect him to pull out when he’s satisfied, leaving you to cum by yourself…but several minutes pass and he hasn’t faltered with his movements.

You reach down to start pleasuring yourself as you usually would, getting off on your hand quickly. Then your hand is grabbed, placed above your head, and replaced with his. You shiver at the sensation of his hand on you, seemingly working you up to an orgasm on his own.

“Does it feel good?” He asks in his low, quizzical voice.

Your face scrunches up at his teasing as if implying the words ‘shut up’, which automatically means ‘yes’ in Chishiya’s terms. If it weren’t for him fucking you so good, you would have protested harder than just making a face.

“Is my toy going to cum?” He continues, watching you with a confident closed lip smile that has you reaching your orgasm in no time. Your back arches and your eyes squeeze closed, trusting Chishiya with your body in that moment. You shake in his embrace, his thrusts slowed but still going until you’ve calmed down.

“Mhm, it’s nice getting to know you, Y/N…” He pulls out, rolls off of you, throws the condom away, and starts picking his clothes up off the floor.

You sit up knowing well what he means. He sees him having sex with you as your weakness. “Just because I’m willing to cum? You should try it sometime, it relieves stress.” You throw back at him.

He turns his head towards you after getting dressed. He crosses his arms and scoffs. “Sounds like you need it more than I do.” Without another word, he leaves the sheltering area you built together most likely to complete another game to extend his visa—leaving you in a mess of your own cum.

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[writeformesinpie]

Carnal Restraint 

Niragi x Reader 

Summary - The Beach is a dangerous place as you yourself well know. When you are saved by Niragi you realise you owe him. It’s time to make it up to him. 

Genre - Smut 

Warnings - Smut, attempted assault, attempted SA, sleazy non-main characters at the beginning, canon typical content (death, violence, blood, guns etc), explicit language, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, just all the warnings. 

Word Count - 3.6K

Note - I wrote this after watching the first season and held onto it to edit then proceeded to forget about this one. I hope you enjoy it! Also, remember this is just a fantasy. You deserve better in real life <3

The Beach is not as glamorous as some make it out to be. It’s still part of the borderlands, after all. How grand can it really be?

“Hey baby, you want to come back up to my room?”

Boring.

You don’t bother to respond, flicking your wrist to shoo the faceless man away. Your eyes remain closed as you sit by the pool, sunbathing because protecting your skin isn’t a priority anymore, now is it? Survival is the only thing of worth out here. It should be devastating but there’s a freedom in having nothing. It brings out what’s important, shines on the values that matter.

The faceless man mutters a slur under his breath as he shuffles away. They are all faceless here. They drink. They fuck. They die.

Except for him.

Niragi’s not faceless. He’s here now. His laugh is unmistakable. If that wasn’t a dead giveaway, the murmurs that follow him are.

He’s the reason you still shave your legs (because let’s be serious, what’s the point in things like that now?). That’s right, the image of that face between your smooth legs, that pierced tongue feasting on you; it’s the only reason to keep beautifying yourself.

A smile flutters across your face. Everything else is still. You’ve seen him watching you, you could have him at any time, but it’s the chase that excites you. You want him to want you.

“What are you smiling about?”

Repressing a sigh, you ignore the second faceless man whose hand is lingering on your thigh. It takes a few more minutes before he gets bored and walks away.

You aren’t stupid, you know they whisper about you behind your back. Let them say what they like. You aren’t here to make friends. This is the easiest place to live. That’s all.

Drowsiness is your cue to head back to your room. The sun is a blessing and a curse. It’s hard to win endurance games with blistering skin. The sounds of people partying aren’t enough to keep you awake anymore. They can laugh, brawl and sing drunken songs, and you can sleep through it all. This place was engraving itself on your skin, becoming home.

Walking into the hotel, the drop in temperature is automatic as a few people run past you laughing on their way out to the pool, you press the elevator button and wait.

“Oh, look who we have here.” It’s the man from earlier. That one that called you a cunt. He has two men on either side of him, closer to you than you’d like. “A stuck up bitch that likes to walk around the place like she owns it.”

You ignore him, turning back to the elevator. Why bother giving him the satisfaction of a response?

“Are you ignoring me, bitch?”

How original. Why is everyone so tedious here?

“She’s ignoring us.”

It happens fast. His fist snakes out and pulls you back by your hair as the bell dings. The elevator door opens. You jab him in the gut and walk forward, followed by the three men. Six arms grabbing at your skin. Swallowing the urge to heave, you instead bite the hand clamped across your mouth. Spinning you bring your heel down on one of their toes.

He’s watching you, that smirk on his face that disappears as the elevator closes. Bastard. Niragi was the last person you wanted to see in this situation. And that smug look. What was that about?

“Shit! She bit me.”

“Hold her down!”

One of them slams your shoulder against the mirror at the back of the spacious elevator with enough force that it cracks. Pain sears up and down your arm as you curse under your breath.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” It’s the one from the pool. His friends snicker. “Do you want to come back to my room now?”

“Not even if you were the last man in the world,” you sputter with a soft laugh. That gets you a punch in your gut. You tumble over, crawling into a ball with a hiss.

“Not so tough now, are you?” He bends down close to your face. The elevator dings and opens as he grabs your face, pulling you up to your feet before pulling you against his lips. Hand on the back of your neck he walks you out of the elevator. “I’m going to be the last man to make you scream.”

“In disgust maybe. You’re not man enough to make me scream,” you say, elbowing his stomach with everything you have. It’s his turn to fall to the ground as the other two descend on you. Picking up one of the potted plants on the side of the elevator you throw it at one of the men and ignore the piece of shit screaming something behind you as you run to the stairway. Rounding the corner, you come face to face with Niragi.

“Who’s not man enough to make you scream?” His eyes glisten with amusement.

“I’m hard to please,” you say looking over your shoulder. The two friends are close behind you, the widening of their eyes comical as they see you standing with Niragi. His reputation is well known. They turn back the way they came quickly.

“Should we stop them?” He smirks, slipping the gun off his shoulder.

“Why bother?” You shrug, tongue sliding along your lips, your eyes locked with his. He picks up on the cue, pushing you back against the wall with his body.

“If I kill them will you give me a treat?”

“I’ll give you a chance,” you say, a smile tucking at the corner of your lips. “If you can make me scream, I’ll return the favour.”

“Yeehaw,” he whispers against your neck, his tongue gliding against your skin before he pulls back, turning the corner. You hear gunshots and the sound of bodies falling. Sneaking a peek around the wall the two men are sprawled across the floor, bullet wounds riddling their now lifeless bodies.

“Yeehaw,” you whisper as you follow him up the hall to the elevator where the creep from earlier is still sitting, begging Niragi to reconsider.

“Please, I didn’t realise you two were a thing. Of course I wouldn’t have touched her if I had known,” he says in a high pitched whimper. “Please. I won’t do it again.”

“I know,” he says before pulling the trigger, causing you to flinch. You thought he was going to play with him a little. He turns to you and motions towards the elevator before walking in.

A soft moan comes from the room as Niragi presses a button. Looking down at the man, his eyes flicker and you realise he’s still alive. From the soft wheeze of his struggling breath coming from deep within his chest, you assume Niragi shot him in the lung.

Before you can look at him for too long Niragi is in front of you, blocking your view, a smirk on his lips. He takes a step towards you, leaving no room to move, your back already up against the wall behind you. His fingers walk up your arms before finding their way into your hair. He pulls your head back and excitement pools between your legs, the previous touch of the man gurgling at your feet forgotten as Niragi’s lips claim yours.

You know it’s wrong. After everything you’ve heard about him, all the vile things he’s capable of. All the things you’ve seen with your own eyes–although not as bad as the claims made by others–do in fact give credence to those very claims. You know it’s wrong, but it’s also exciting. If this isn’t the place to indulge your darkest desires, you don’t know where is. You’re sick of being a good girl, sick of being in control, sick of always doing the right thing.

The ding of the elevator snaps you out of your reverie. His tongue slides across your neck one last time before he turns, leading the way. You take a gander behind you, the man struggles to reach out his hand towards you, eyes bulging before the doors close.

Following behind Niragi in silence you notice how quiet it is up on this floor. It’s rare not to see other people walking the halls here and there, because although the preference is the poolside, people don’t usually hang out there every minute of their day.

He stops to look at you before turning the knob. “Ladies first.” It feels like a dig but you enter the dark room anyway, feeling along the wall for the light.

The door closes and the room darkens, the only light faintly fluttering across the room coming from between the closed curtains. As you find the light switch his hands envelop your fingers, spreading your arms out, his chest against your back as he pins you flush against the wall. He chuckles before nibbling on your neck, his cock already hard against your arse. You hear something placed against the wall near the door, most likely the rifle.

He turns you, the dark outline of him seen through your unadjusted eyes briefly before he throws you over his shoulder. You let out a squeak, clutching desperately at his back as he walks you over to the other side of the room. He plops you down on the bed before you have a moment to gather your thoughts.

“You don’t waste time,” you joke as you bounce on the bed. Before you can add anything else you have to shield your eyes from the sudden intrusion of light as he spreads open the curtains.

“Of course. I want to play with my new toy.”

“Toy?”

He smirks, turning back to open the window, the light sounds of laughter and splashing can be heard from below.

“You looking for an audience?” Squeezing between the pillows you push your back against the headboard.

“Where are you going?” He slithers over and pulls you back down to the bottom of the bed. His hand slips under your shirt, the shock of his touch causing your back to arch. “You’re this sensitive yet you’re hard to please?”

Slapping away his hand you sit up, the noise from outside sounding closer than you’d like. “I’m just cold. Since you opened the window.”

“Then I better warm you up,” he says, a mischievous grin flashing across his face before his tongue dances along his bottom lip.

“You could just shut the window.”

“Shy, too? I wouldn’t have expected that from our earlier conversation,” he says, pushing you back down, his body hovering over yours. His hands push against your shoulders to keep you in place as his tongue glides down your stomach leaving a soft wet trail.

“Not shy. Just private.”

He smirks before his lips caress your hips, nibbling at the flesh. He pulls down your pants, leaving them around your ankles and chuckles at the floral print panties underneath.

“It’s laundry day,” you say, pushing against him. “And the window is still open.”

“You won’t notice it in a moment.” He lowers himself again to your hips kissing along that delicate line between your stomach and underwear.

He grabs your sides and pulls you closer, your legs now dangling off the edge of the bed. Slipping one ankle out of your pants, you slide your legs apart. He kneels between them in silence. Starting to regret stirring up this situation you hover on your elbows looking over your body at him.

“Lay down.” It’s a demand, his tone shocks you into submission, you lay back against the plush bedding. Thoughts scurry around your head with haste, accompanied with feelings of confusion and embarrassment parading to the front of the line.

Then you feel his tongue flicker across your pussy over the fabric of your ill advised choice of panties. He finds your clit and the power of his sucking, tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh, causes you to let out a gasp. The sensation feels both erotic and dirty.

The sensation of his moist tongue flush against you yet denied complete access by the cotton clinging to your flesh is new. His hair tickles your inner thigh, his tongue zigzagging across your sensitive thigh. Wanting more, no, needing more, your fingers start to pull at your underwear only to have him push you back. You try again but this time the pressure of his tongue stops. Assuming he’s about to slip off your panties you sink back against the pillows, but instead of pleasure a searing pain radiates up from the flesh of your skin.

“What the fuck?” you say as you jerk up, practically spitting the words, moving to rub at the red mark he left branded against your skin.

Thrusting his hands against your shoulders you’re slammed back against the bed. This bastard really just went there. He looks down at you, wagging his finger back and forth as you attempt to get up once more. “I’ll tell you when you can move. Feel free to scream all you want but stay still.”

Heat skips across your cheeks as you lie back down, your eyes on his as he takes your clit back into his mouth, his tongue moving circles across the soft flesh. Excitement pools in your lower abdomen, making it difficult to deny. You refuse to scream for this man. Biting your lip you lean back, closing your eyes.

You try to think of another time, attempting to avoid the pleasure the beast between your legs is eliciting, avoiding the way he flicks his tongue while smirking up at you. Why are your eyes open again? But damn if he isn’t fucking georgous. His curves, his bones, his skin. It’s exciting to watch someone so pretty do such dirty things to you.

Curling your toes and clenching your fists you refuse to believe that he can make you come without even getting your pants off completely, your jeans still hanging from your left foot. Think of the jeans, don’t think of his tongue and that piercing or what he’s capable of doing with that mouth when you’re finally naked. Your breath hitches. You're close. Turning to the side you bury your head, hands tight balls as you let the wave of your orgasm flow through you with a soft sigh.

Looking down at him, that smug smile still on his face, he finally pulls your panties down. His tongue laps up the crease of your thighs before taking a bite. “Are you ready to scream?”

“You think you can make–"

Your words are cut off by the sudden pressure of his fingers plunging into your pussy, his lips back on your clit as you throw your head back.

“You’re dripping for me, baby. It’s only a matter of time before I get you to scream.”

Frowning you try to remember why it was you couldn’t scream, why had you decided not to give in fully to the pleasure Niragi was so intent on providing. The reason escapes you as the cold piercing dances across your clit, a contrast to the warmth of his mouth. He’s right, you are dripping. The wet, sloppy sounds of his fingers deep in your cunt makes you want more.

There’s a dangerous hungry look in his eyes that promises a long night. Biting your tongue your fingers pull at his hair before digging into his back, your nails marking him as he finds your spot. He’s got you now and he knows it. His fingers stoke back and forth, caressing your g-spot with persistent precision as his tongue vibrates, the two movements working together in unison until he pulls out of you.

“What?”

Crawling up on your elbows, you frown at the absence of his heat. The slight breeze from the window brings attention to the beads of sweat lining your forehead and down the small of your back. Why the fuck did he stop?

The question is answered as he pulls towards him, “I want everyone to hear you whimper and moan.”

That brings you out of your temporary euphoria. “You wish.”

“I don’t need to wish. You’ll be screaming out for me in a few minutes.”

You scoff. Right as you start to turn away from him he grabs you up and flings you over towards the window, like a ragdoll he has you bent halfway out the window. He blocks your attempts to hit him, pinning your hips painfully against the window frame, your breasts on display for anyone who happens to be looking up from the pool only a few stories below.

“You bastard! Let me go before people see.”

“But baby, I want them to see,” he whispers into your ear, one hand cupping your breast and the other on your ass. He chuckles before licking up your neck. “If you don’t want them to notice then keep quiet.”

“I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

“No, you won’t. By the time we’re done you’ll be thanking me.”

“I very much doubt that,” you say between clenched teeth pushing back hard against his chest. He’s an impenetrable wall.

“Let’s time it and see how long it takes,” he says, bringing his wrist up to you, the Rolex showing 5:53. “I can guarantee that you’ll be screaming before six.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan.” The words resonate against your skin as his tongue flutters across the back of your neck. He massages your breasts, his cock hard against your entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

Gripping the side of the window ledge you bite your lip to hold back the gasp that threatens to escape as his thick cock thrusts into your slick pussy. The angle he has forced your body into enables his dick to pound against that special place, that magical spot that makes you weak in the knees. Fucker. A tear rolls down your cheek as he fills every inch of your pussy with himself, fitting perfectly within you, as if this is where he belongs.

Shuddering, you bite your lip harder as the sinful pleasure of his cock pummels into you over and over until you worry you're about to give in. The moans start as whispers before morphing into loud pants until ultimately they turn into desperate pleas. The heat is gushing through your body like lava on a rampage, unable to stop even with the strong wind blowing against your naked skin. The only thing holding you up as your knees buckle are his hands on your hips. Even your grip on the window loosens; you're complete putty in his hands.

The wanton purr that exits your lips is unfamiliar as his pace quickens, the tears coming down a little faster as he pounds into your g-spot repeatedly. Gulping with sudden abandon, the freshness of the air from this height almost unnoticed, you whine as he bites your ear lobe and neck, his tongue playful against the side of your head.

“You’re so tight.”

The words bounce around for a few moments before they form into something you understand, the bliss causing a delirious fog within your brain. The air up here is too sweet. It’s dizzying as you look down. You can see someone looking up at you but you can’t think why it matters anymore. Blood is pulsing throughout your body, the sound of your heartbeat loud enough that you don’t hear what he’s saying.

“Hmm?”

“I said it’s okay to let it out. Let go. Come for me." His voice is honey and you’re so very thirsty, but when you lean back for a taste he instead twists your hair around his fingers and snaps your head back.

Pleasure and pain erupt within. Shaking, you give into the ecstasy. The need within you is electrifying and inescapable, you allow the pleasure to ripple out, slink across your skin and crescendo from within. You try to ignore the crowd forming below but if you are honest with yourself, it only turns you on more. The intensity of your arousal skyrockets into something you can no longer control.

“Fuck! Oh, God!"

The words are not screams. They are loud, yes, but not screams. The friction is torturous, his pace beyond human comprehension. Howls of rabid pleasure fill the room and you want to tell whoever’s making the loud, guttural sounds to shut up when you realise it’s coming from you. Fuck. You’re like a fucking animal, teeth bared as his own bury into your neck again. It’s enchanted delirium and you’re drowning in it.

“Come for me, baby.”

That’s when the walls begin to crumble beneath you, your body splintering as the waves of fire sputter from within and erupt, every atom ignited in pure bliss. He continues to slide into you slower now but still touching that spot with meticulous skill. Your fire burns down to your bones yet somehow avoids him, only scorching you.

Your vision darkens and blurs as you ride out the final waves. High pitched ringing vibrates within your ears as you cling to the window frame, your legs wobbling as you turn back to him. It takes everything left in you to resist the urge to slap him. He’s holding up his watch, that smirk plastered across his face. 5:57.

“Well, looks like you screamed,” he whispers, pulling you into him, his lips claiming yours. He’s honey and you’re still thirsty. He pulls back, a look of impish delight flashing across his face as he pushes you down roughly to your knees. “You can thank me by returning the favour.”

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[niragis-thot]

Lamb to the Slaughter

What if Niragi had been in the Seven of Hearts game?

Niragi X reader

Warnings: Rape, death, injury, this is definitely the most brutal I have ever written Niragi so if these themes are something that bothers you please do not read

It turned out that joining the Beach was the worst decision you had ever made. Not having to go to the games alone was the what drew you there, but once you had arrived you were pressured into playing the death games more often. If you didn’t then you would never get promoted high enough to have a chance at going home.

Now you were huddling up in a tree in the botanical gardens, holding your breath as if the rising and falling of your chest would be the thing that gave away your location. Not being seen was the only chance you had to survive. The only chance you had to get back to your old life. There was no way you would win a fight against him.

Under normal circumstances being around Niragi was something you avoided, but when he climbed into the drivers seat of the car that night you had breathed a sigh of relief. Having one of the militants in your group meant you were probably getting out alive. And he wasn’t just any Militant, he was one of the best. Your fear had temporarily melted away until the games rules had been given. There was only going to be one survivor, and only Niragi had a gun.

When you heard a gunshot, you knew the second lamb was dead. The noise made you jump, and you tried to reposition yourself on the branch. A twig snapped and leaves russled as you regained your balance. You cried at the thought that the noise might have given away your hiding space. There were only twelve minutes left in the game, you just had to stay hidden for that long. Why should you be the one to die? Out of everyone you knew at the beach, he was the one that deserved it. Everyone would be better off without him there. So why was he the one who made it back every night?

“Come out little wolf, the lambs just want to play,” from the sound of his voice you could tell he was getting closer to you.

Finally you heard the crunching of leaves below you and knew he was there. You clenched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the instinct to see where your pursuer was. If you looked into his eyes then the game would register that the roles had reversed. He would become the new wolf, and it would be game over for you.

“Don’t be stupid, if you don’t get down from the tree I can just shoot you.”

“If you shoot me then you’ll be stuck as a lamb when the game ends.”

You braced yourself for him to fire, but instead you heard him climbing the tree instead. You stood up on your branch and used the limb above you to balance. As he made it to where you were you tried to kick him, but you missed. You couldn’t see what you were doing or you would risk passing on the wolf role. As he climbed onto the same branch as you the only option you had left was to jump.

There was a sickening crack as you hit the ground. Your adrenaline was too high to feel just how bad the injury was until you tried to stand up and run. You immediately collapsed back down when your broken leg couldn’t support your weight. You tried to drag yourself along with your arms and one good leg, but he was on you.

You felt him straddling over you, and he rolled you onto your back. You tried to fight for your life, punching at him with your eyes closed. Then there was a sharp pain in the side of your head followed by a ringing in your ears. You knew it must be the rifle that he carried with him everywhere he went. “Open your eyes bitch.”

He grabbed you hair yanked back. “Open them now or you’ll regret it. With his free hand he placed a thumb on your eyelid and forced it to open.

“Player four is now the wolf.”

He then grabbed you and forced you over again, pushing your face into the dirt. This time he used his legs to pin your arms to your side. You felt a knife up against your throat, “don’t make me kill you. I only like lambs that fight back.”

He withdrew the knife and you heard ripping of fabric. Then you felt him tying his zebra print shirt around your face. You fought against it and bit his hand so hard you tasted blood, but he only laughed. “See what it does to me when you fight back.” He pressed himself into you back so you could feel how hard his cock was becoming.

The realization set in. You weren’t just about to die. Niragi was going to rape you up until your final moments.

“Why?” You cried out.

“The three of you were dead the moment we walked into this game. So it doesn’t really matter what happens to you up until then.”

You squirmed as he cut away your shorts and bikini with the knife. You tried to kick, but moving was making the throbbing pain in your leg get worse. As he rose up a little bit to take off his pants you tried to fight through the pain and crawl, but all the earned was more pain when he stabbed your arm. You cried knowing you had no way out.

Niragi positioned himself between your legs and thrust all the way into you. “You’re so tight,” he moaned. “It’s such a shame I won’t be able to rape you again later.” He held your arms down as he began to move faster. You could feel the tip of his cock move against your most sensitive places, and you hated how good it felt. His cock began to slide more easily as you became wet around him.

“See, this isn’t such a bad way to go. One last orgasm before you die.”

“No.” You screamed. “I don’t want this.”

The more you protested the harder he fucked you. Finally you lay your head down and went limp, trying to take all the enjoyment out for him. You tried to focus on the time. There were only six minutes left, then this all would be over and you would be dead.

Niragi reach a hand under you began to run a finger over your clit. Meanwhile he stayed deep inside as he thrust to ensure he kept hitting that perfect spot. You tried not to but your body responded automatically. Your breath hastened, your body twitched, and you felt the warmth growing in your lower body.

“You‘ll scream for me one way or another little lamb.”

You felt the pressure building while simultaneous longing for the release and wanting to tense up to prevent it. Once you were filled inside with nothing but white hot pleasure, he began to slam into you furiously. You bit your tongue to try not moan as every stroke took you higher.

Niragi expertly increased the pressure on your clit, and you felt the ecstasy spilling over you. Whimpers escaped through your gritted teeth. You pressed your hips back against him, in that moment you needed to take in more of him, needed to feel your body move against his. Then the shame set in after your climax passed.

You couldn’t see the smile on Niragi’s face as he realized what he had done to you. He grabbed your hips pulling you against him hard as he chased his own orgasm.

The last thing you felt was Niragi’s nails digging into to as he filled you up. The last thing you heard was his voice saying, “I really love these games.”

#niragi suguru #niragi alice in borderland #niragi fanfiction #Alice in borderland smut #niragi x you #niragi #niragi smut #dead dove do not eat

[so-many-fandoms-here]

More Tatta appreciation <3

• Characters: Kōdai Tatta, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content

Nsfw-Alphabet

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Aftercare: (What they’re like after sex)

Tatta is so sweet, you might get diabetes. He will make sure you’re all good, will clean you up and will cuddle as long as you please with you. Lots of kisses too.

Body part: (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your breasts, thighs and belly. Absolutely loves how soft these are.

Favorite parts of himself are probably his hands and lips. To touch and kiss you yk.

Cum: (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

The first few times he was unsure. He was a little worried you might find it disgusting but after some time he got more confident. Usually cums on your stomach.

Dirty Secret: (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Absolutely obsessed the way you look with his cum on you. Also the thought if getting caught kind of turns him on.

Experience: (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I believe he was a virgin before.

Favorite Position: (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl.

Goofy: (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You two definitely laugh together during it.

Hair: (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Shaves regularly since you two are intimate so he is at least trimmed when you do it.

Intimacy: (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

You can see the love in his eyes the whole time. He fucking worships you. Sometimes when he cums he tells you that he loves you but not all the time.

Jack Off: (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates quite often.

Kink: (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Please tell him how good he makes you feel

Location: (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed and shower.

Motivation: (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you whisper things to him.

„You are my good boy, aren’t you?“ - „You can excuse yourself/thank me later properly.“ - „I’m a bit tense, wanna help me relax?“

NO: (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hitting and choking you. It’s fine when you hit or choke him just don’t be too rough but hurting you? No.

Oral: (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He learnt quick how to please you with his tongue. Loves receiving and giving equally.

Pace: (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually you are the one in charge and therefore you decide. Sometimes tho you two just want to make love and go fully vanilla, then he is slow and sensual.

Quickie: (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Wouldn’t say no but prefers proper sex.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely down for risks.

Stamina: (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go surprisingly long. Since he’s the submissive one you are the one who decides when to stop. (Except he uses the safe word!)

Toy: (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He usually doesn’t use toys but is down for it when you suggest it.

Unfair: (how much they like to tease)

He is the one getting teased and oh boy, you don’t have mercy.

Volume: (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He moans so loud.

Wild Card: (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After you two are finished his mouth is always dry as the desert.

X-Ray: (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is average size and you can see some veins.

Yearning: (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than most would think.

Zzz...: (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Snuggled up beside you he falls asleep rather quick.

#fanfiction #alice in borderland #alice in borderland smut #smut #alphabet #kodai tatta #tatta alice in borderland #tatta kodai #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland x y/n #x reader #tatta x reader #tatta smut #alice in borderland tatta

[imrllytootiredforthis]

okay but im sending a chishiya hard thought!! but yk the game where they’re in the prison?

i like to think that if him and i were in the game together seeing the collar on me would turn him on… plus he looks so hot in the collar

and we’d have sex in the cell bc ofc!! but he’d want to keep me quiet :(

oh my god, chishiya in that collar had me actually going insane fr...like the writers had to know what they were doing

fr tho, like going off to one of those empty cells and him just being so desperate and everything after seeing you in it too

him begging you to let him go down on you, and you ofc agreeing bc how can you say no?

god, him on his knees😫, your hands in his hair, controlling his movements and giving him direction all while trying not to be too loud so that the other players don't hear you

#inbox💌 #hard thoughts #chishiya x reader #chishiya smut #alice in borderland smut

[aliceinnaughtyland]

OFF LIMITS

Pairing: Niragi x Aguni’s sister! Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (be smart!), possessive Niragi

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Niragi wants you so bad it hurts but he’s too scared of your brother to do anything about it. You have to take the matter into your own hands.

Author’s note: And I disappeared again. I promise you guys I love y’all, I just experience some writer block. Don’t hate me. Here’s a counter sex smut (my favourite) with Niragi to apologize! Remember that English isn’t my first language. Please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think.

Nota bene: We do NOT condone Niragi’s actions as we do NOT condone rape! We only love the Dori Sakurada’s interpretation of Niragi. This is fantasies only! You do NOT deserve this! If you are a victim of violence, please get help as soon as possible! You are not alone. Stay safe xx

Niragi was an asshole.

He was obnoxious and rude, and he treated everyone like he owned them.

But not with you! With you, he was nice and kind. He always tried to help you in any sort of way. Not that you needed help, obviously. But having a big armed guy on your side was hardly a luxury at the Beach.

Two reasons why he treated you well.

First of all, because he had the biggest crush on you. When he was around you, he couldn’t think of anything but getting into your pants. You were beautiful, and you were confident. You weren’t scared of him and to be totally honest, he found himself turned on anytime you opened your mouth to shut him up.

But there was another reason that made him be nice to you: You were Aguni’s sister!

You were off limits. Everybody knew that.

Actually, Aguni never said a thing about you. But no one was bold enough to try anything!

You busted in the VIP room during a militant meeting and your confidence still impressed Niragi. Dangerous armed guys were talking, and you interrupted them with no care in the world. His eyes were scanning your body until they met yours, already staring at him with lifted brows. He’d been caught. Was he embarrassed? You giggled a bit.

“Aguni, I need to talk to you”

Your brother nodded as he left the room, following you into the corridor.

You were hungry! It was past midnight and you were so fucking hungry. But you were in your bed, comfy and warm and you didn’t want to move. You debated with yourself but soon, laziness lost the battle against hunger. You threw yourself out of bed and went to the kitchen, not even bothering changing. Your pyjamas consisted of only an extra-large shirt and short shorts, but you were in a bikini all day every day, so half of the people at the Beach already saw your butt. Why changed then?

You arrived at the kitchen and turned on the music to make yourself a snack. You were dancing to the beat as your cheese grilled when you heard someone behind you, walking to you. You didn’t take the time to think, grabbed a knife and turned around quickly.

On the other side of your knife was Niragi’s throat, with his hands up.

« You’re fast » he said calmly, smirking at you.

« Damn it Niragi, don’t do that! You scared the shit out of me! »

« Sorry » he chuckled.

The sound of the microwave ringing behind you interrupted the intense eye contact.

« Can I sit with you? » he asked, already climbing on top of the counter.

« Sure » you answered as you hoped beside him, food in your hands.

You made sure your thigh was brushing against his as you sat.

You wanted him.

And you knew he wanted you.

You remembered this moment. The moment you learned that Niragi wanted to “fuck you raw against a wall”. His words.

It was a hot summer night and you needed to refresh yourself. You and your friends decided to head to the pool. You were wearing your favourite bikini, not bothering to wear anything else. But as you were about to leave the building, you realized you forgot your hairbrush and turned around, telling your friends you will meet them at the pool.

“Yeah so I can give Aguni a reason to kill me, right?”

As you heard your brother’s name, you knew you had to stop and listen. What if someone wanted to do him wrong? You needed to know.

“I don’t know man” Takatora answered, clearly bothered.

“No, I’m telling you! I’m not usually smart but I’ll be on that one. I’ll just stop thinking about her and move on”

As you got closer, you clearly recognize Niragi’s voice.

“If you say so”

“What?”

“Bro you are talking about her 24/7. Every time she’s entering the fucking room. I get it, you like her. But you’re driving me fucking crazy”

You continued listening for a while as it was kinda fun, but when you heard them moving, you quickly turned around and join your friends.

« So no chicks to impress tonight, huh? » you asked him before taking a bite of your grilled cheese.

« No. I grew bored I guess » he shrugged, stealing your snack.

“Bored? About girls? Who are you and what did you do to Niragi?”

He sincerely laughed at that, but didn’t really answer you.

Niragi seemed confident, but you knew him too well. You noticed the little shake in his voice and the way he swallowed at your giggles.

You knew he wanted you. And you wanted him. Now. On this exact counter.

You shifted a little, feigning to get more comfortable when, really, you made sure to get closer to him. You moved your hair out of your shoulders, letting him see your neck and collarbone. You could feel the tension. The atmosphere was getting thick. He loudly inhaled through his nose, and you knew. Your plan was working.

And he knew you knew. You weren’t innocent, and he was well aware of that. Your little game wasn’t unnoticed, and that was exactly why it was working. He knew you wanted him. And it made him go crazy. The months of flirting together and staring at each other were getting to an end.

He knew it was a dangerous game. That’s why he stood up, leaving the counter. But you pursued him and grabbed his arm before he could walk away. He turned around again and you pulled him a little, wedging yourself between the counter and his body.

« I don’t want to hurt you »

« What if I want you to hurt me? »

A shaky breath left his mouth.

« Y/N don’t tease »

« Why not? »

« I can’t do that »

« But you want to? »

« Your brother would kill me »

« But I’ll make you feel alive »

 You knew he was going to cave; it was a matter of minutes. You knew it was going to take one more sentence.

« Fuck me Niragi »

At that, his mouth was on yours. He captured your lips with a fervor you never felt before.

He grabbed your thighs and sat you on the counter again, so close to the edge that you could feel his entire body pressed against yours. His hands were everywhere on your body. His mouth left yours to navigate on your jaw and neck.

He wanted you for so long, and he was going to make the best of it. He was literally aching for you, his body hurting with desire.

He grabbed your waist under your shirt, tight, and you felt like you were his. He made sure of that. He was going to get hell by your brother. He wanted at least to make the best of it while it lasted.

If he wasn’t close before, he definitely was now. You could feel his clothed groin pressing against your pussy. You instinctively moved your hips, trying to get some friction. He quickly grabbed your hips, stopping your movements. He needed you to stay still or else he was sure he was going to explode.

“I shouldn’t be doing this”

“You’re hot when you’re scared”

« Your brother will kill me»

« Don’t think about him » you said as you guide his hand inside your underwear, your lips brushing against his, « think about me »

His fingers quickly found your clit. He didn’t waste any time. Not anymore. He could feel the wetness on you and he needed more. He couldn’t care less about Aguni right now. The guy had left his mind the moment he felt your hand pulling at his, guiding it inside of your shorts. You moaned in his ear and he knew he couldn’t live without this sound anymore.

His fingers circled your clit, his mouth on yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Which actually might be true for him.

“You’re so fucking wet” he groaned, not giving a damn about who could hear him.

You only whimpered in answer, your hands gripping his shoulders so tight he knew you would be leaving marks.

You could feel his fingers slipping inside of you with ease, his thumb still on your clit. He was fast, hard, and touching every spots inside of you that made you see stars.

“You’re fucking mine now. There is no way anyone would touch you like I do ever again. I will kill anyone who get close to you”

You were about to climax, and he knew it. He could feel you clenching around his fingers. He suddenly slipped his fingers out of you, stopping all of the sudden, and all you could do was whine. You were gonna ask him why he’s stop when he explained it to you.

 “If you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum around my cock princess. I want to feel it on my cock.”

You wanted to answer but couldn’t. Instead, you just looked at him with wide eyes, trying to make him cave and let you cum.

“Continue to pout like that and I’ll destroy you. You just have what you asked for princess, teasing me like you don’t know what you’re doing”

You felt him grabbed your shorts and lifted your hips to allow him to take them off.

Your hands were opening his shirt, exploring his chest as he was working on his belt and pants.

He quickly penetrated you, not letting you any time to adjust to his size, and you were unable to keep your eyes open.

But then again, for the second time of the night, everything stopped.

“You look at me in the eyes when I’m inside you. You close your eyes and I stop.”

With that, he kissed you, slower this time. You sighed when you felt him inside of you again. You could feel his hair falling against your face and his hot breath on you.

“I’ll probably get shot for it but this is so fucking worth it”

You wanted to respond, but the only thing your brain could do was make you moan.

His fingers found your clit again and in no time the stimulation was enough to make you clench around him, milking his own orgasm away.

Aguni was searching for you when he entered the kitchen and saw the two of you getting dressed.

Niragi’s eyes widen and he stepped backward, his hands up in defense. He was ready to apologize. Or ready to die. He opened his mouth to say something, anything that could get him out of trouble,  and Aguni’s eyes left him to speak to you.

«Y/N I need to see you » he stated.

«Coming » you answered as your brother turned around and leave.

Aguni knew you could handle yourself. He actually never gave a fuck about your love and sexual life. You were an adult and he couldn’t care less.

He never threatened anyone who got too close to you. His reputation just did the thing.

« I like it when you get scared » you laughed, winking at him before following your brother, letting the tall guy speechless and alone in the middle of the room.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland oneshot #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut #niragi #niragi imagine #niragi smut #niragi suguru smut #niragi suguru imagine #niragi suguru

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dance in dark suspension

ship:  karube daikichi x niragi suguru word count:  ~2 500 words ao3:  link. rating: minors dni! explicit content below the cut.

Karube goes off with Kuina in the search for Chishiya and Ann. When they split up for the Jacks of Spades and Clubs, he instead finds Niragi, who apparently wants to expand on what happened during the Ten of Hearts.

[ thank you to everyone who reads this and who read the first one i posted <3 i don’t have any specific ideas for what to do for these two next, but i will take requests if anyone has anything they want to see. ]

** reblogs, likes, and comments appreciated!!

It’s not easy giving up ‘Arisu Protection’ detail to Usagi, but he does trust her. Because Arisu trusts her. That’s enough for Karube.

So he leaves with Kuina, not because he particularly cares about Ann or Chishiya, or because he thinks Kuina can’t look after herself, but because he knows some of these games will only have one winner. He can’t put himself in the position to oppose Arisu again. It still makes him feel awful, thinking about that seven of hearts game. The person he had become then. This world had really tried to make a monster out of him.

He and Kuina split up with an understanding about where they’d meet up a few days later after winning a few games. What could he say, he liked the chick, he didn’t want her dying here either. With a fist-bump, they each head off in different directions, looking for their chosen game.

Karube tackles the Jack of Clubs, Kuina takes on the Jack of Spades.

The Jack of Clubs is exhausting, but the players win out in the end.

His upper body is killing him, aching after hanging from and climbing all those ropes. His hands are red and there’s some light touches of rope burn across his palms and fingers. Some of the remaining playing clap him on the shoulders in passing, cheering at their win as they rush out of the auditorium.

Neither Ann or Chishiya had been in there amongst them, so Karube heads off alone. There are other games, but he decides he can rest for the night and go find another tomorrow. With any luck, this’ll all be over soon.

There’s a few corner stores around here that he knows of. He’s hoping to find something to eat and drink, even just water would be enough at this point. He strolls into one, pushing the rickety door open and hearing the bell jangle. He winces at the noise, reaching up to silence it, still paranoid about wherever the King of Spades could be. He seemed to move like a ghost, appearing in a hail of gunfire out of nowhere when people least expected him.

Inside the store, it’s familiar in that comfortable way that all corner stores were. Short aisles, glass-doored fridges along the side wall, a small table with line of short stools at the front window. It makes his heart ache for a past he didn’t realise he could lose so quick. Never again would it be him and Arisu and Chota, eating and drinking and reading together. Laughing together.

He bites back the aching emotions in his chest, looking away. Most of the aisles have been ransacked by now, even the fridges are mostly empty. He heads passed them towards the backroom. Thinking there might still been some stock still boxed up back there.

He shoves the backroom’s door open. It’s a small dim room with a few shelves of stock along one wall and a desk in the opposing corner. He heads for the boxes on the shelves, ripping open the top of the first and digging inside. There’s a few packages of food inside that he leaves for the moment to dig into the next. In that one, he finds a stack of plastic-wrapped packs of water bottles. He might as well have been finding gold. He rips one bottle out of the package, twists the cap off, and chugs down half the bottle.

“Still alive, huh?” A voice cuts in. Karube jumps, shoulders tensing.

He whips around, ready for a fight when his eyes land on someone familiar.

It’s Niragi, burned and scorch-marked, but with those same intense dark eyes. He’s leaning against the doorway, snickering at Karube’s reaction. The blonde settles, but only slightly.

“Thought you’d have kicked the bucket by now,” he replies sarcastically, but the edge to his voice isn’t quite so sharp. He lifts the water bottle back to his lips.

“Not yet.”

Niragi watches him, his mouth, the bob of his adam’s apple as he drinks. Karube glances back at him, then to the water bottle. Despite himself, he reaches back into the box to yank out another and toss it Niragi’s way. Niragi catches it, but doesn’t give any kind of thanks, not even a nod or a ‘cheers’ motion of the bottle.

“Where’re your friends?” Niragi asks, but his tone is more taunting than actually curious, as if he’d be pleased to find out they were all dead. He takes a few steps further into the room, twisting the cap off to take a long drink of water. Karube watches, cautious. They weren’t friends and Karube was backed into a corner with this guy, who he’d never had a conversation with that didn’t end in a fist fight.

“We split up. Figured we could get through the games quicker, probably get out of this shithole faster,” Karube answers, though he’s not sure why he’s telling Niragi at all.

Niragi doesn’t seem like he cares anyway. He puts the cap back on the water bottle, sets it loudly back on the shelf, and then reaches out to grab Karube by the front of his t-shirt. Niragi slams him back into the wall. There’s a brief silent moment, their eyes meeting, then Niragi plunges forward to kiss him.

It’s as rough as it was the first time. Teeth and tongues.

Karube’s hands come up to grab at Niragi’s hair. It’s shorter now, the length uneven. He supposes that’s the fire’s fault; after getting all burnt up, Niragi was lucky to be left with any hair at all.

Karube wonders, in the back of his mind, if he should be gentler considering the injuries; then Niragi’s teeth sink sharp into his bottom lip and Karube ditches the thought immediately. Niragi licks into his mouth given the brief chance with Karube’s slightly pained gasp.

If Niragi wanted to play rough, so be it.

Karube twists them, taking him down to the ground. Niragi grunts, opening his mouth to say something but Karube cuts him off by roughly kissing him again. His hands make work of trying to get him out of his shirts, wrangling his open button-up off is easy enough.

All the while, Niragi is trying to get the upper hand back. His hands fumble over Karube’s body, his arms and shoulders, his hips shifting, trying to flip them. Karube’s sets a hand on his neck, shoving him back down to the ground as he pulls back slightly. Niragi looks up at him, annoyed.

“You don’t like being the one out of control, do you?” Karube taunts, thumb rubbing up the side of Niragi’s throat. Niragi jerks around uselessly and Karube effortlessly shoves him down again. “Just cut it out already.”

Karube’s other hand plants on Niragi’s knee, shoving his legs open so he could shuffle in between his thighs. His hand cards up the side of Niragi’s thigh and he jolts his hips quickly forward into him. Niragi’s own hips jump in surprise, thighs squeezing around his hips, Karube’s hand continues up to the hem of Niragi’s shirt, pushing it up until he can yank it over his head.

Karube pauses to stare. There’s burns all across his chest and arms, interspersed with some spots of smooth, miraculously untouched, skin. Karube’s fingertips trail softly over his sternum, over a patch of pink burnt skin. Niragi’s hand comes up to smack his hand away, grabbing his wrist roughly. For a short moment, Karube slightly worries he might’ve hurt him. That worried flame is quickly put out when Niragi speaks.

“Fuck off. Are you getting soft on me or something?” He snaps, voice sharp-edged, teeth gritting. Karube glowers back.

“Whatever,” he huffs.

After wrenching his hand out of Niragi’s grip, he explores further down. He shoves his palm against Niragi’s hardening length through his pants. Niragi moans, thrusting up into his hand. With a smirk, Karube pulls back to find the button of Niragi’s pants. Niragi’s legs shift and Karube hears the sound of his shoes hitting the ground behind him, obviously kicked off. Karube shifts back to yank Niragi’s pants off, taking his boxers down with them.

There’s burns on his legs as well. Karube spares them a glance before sliding back up between Niragi’s thighs, hiking Niragi’s legs around his hips. One of his hands lands on Niragi’s hip, the other immediately curls around his cock. Niragi’s head drops back, his hips jerking up to get some friction against Karube’s palm. Karube just smirks in reply, only giving him a short quick jerk from base to tip. Precum pearls at the head.

Karube leans over him and jams his fingers against Niragi’s lips, whose mouth stays firmly shut, staring up stubbornly. Karube presses his fingers against the line, undeterred.

“Suck.”

He squeezes his hand tightly around Niragi’s cock. It elicits a moan out of him and Karube takes the chance to sink his fingers into Niragi’s mouth. It’s wet and warm and he presses down on Niragi’s tongue teasingly, fingertips on either side of the round piercing.

There’s a flickering annoyance in Niragi’s eyes and he sinks his teeth into the intruding fingers. Karube glowers down at him, a warning look in his eyes as he squeezes Niragi’s cock a little harder. Niragi relents, teeth releasing and tongue moving against the fingers, flicking at the webbing between as Karube pushes them in deeper.

In return, Karube’s grip loosens comfortably and starts to slowly jerk him off. He works his thumb in slow circles over the sensitive pink head. It’s a pretty dick, Karube thinks, pink and long and fortunately spared of any burns. Niragi moans chokingly around Karube’s digits.

His hand is getting slick with precum. Karube presses his fingers down on Niragi’s tongue, then pushes his fingers in deeper to make him gag. Karube snickers at the sound, then pulls his slick fingers out of his mouth. Niragi glowers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Karube reaches his fingers down to Niragi’s ass, circling his hole and slowly pushing one in. Niragi tenses slightly, squirming, and Karube hushes him. Karube’s other hand is still wrapped around Niragi’s cock, his rough thumbpad rubbing at the slit. Niragi could push him away, but he doesn’t, he just watches. His chest flutters with shaky breaths.

Karube works his finger in and out of his hole before adding the second, sinking knuckles deep into the heat. He scissors his fingers. Niragi huffs and moans, still trying to fuck up into Karube’s hand. He relents finally, jerking Niragi off as he fingers him open.

After a moment, when he notices Niragi’s brows start screw together, his moans breathy and uneven, Karube hooks his fingers up and Niragi jolts, like being shocked by lightning. His noisy moan is choked out, his eyes blown open in surprise. He cums ropes over his taut stomach. Karube jerks him through it.

While Niragi tries to get his breath back, Karube shucks his pants and boxers down enough to get his own hard cock out. He plucks his wallet out of his pocket, flipping it open to find the condom he kept in there. Turns out keeping the spare is coming in handy, though Niragi was an unexpected partner. He tears the packet open, sliding the condom on.

His hand jerks over his cock and he considers just fucking into Niragi, then decides against it. He shuffles up over Niragi’s body, straddling his chest. With his cock in one hand, the other grabs Niragi’s hair, tugging him up to attention. Niragi’s eyes blink back open and he comes face to face with Karube’s dick. Karube taps the tip against Niragi’s mouth.

Niragi’s eyes flicker up to Karube’s face, then takes his cock into his mouth. The sight of it, Niragi’s dark eyes and Karube’s cock in his pretty mouth, it’s almost enough to send Karube over the edge.

It’s an awkward position, but they make it work. Niragi’s cheeks hollow, Karube thrusts forward into the hot wetness. It’s not too long until he feels close. His hands finds Niragi’s hair and he pulls his mouth off before he can cum.

He shuffles back down Niragi’s body, shoving his legs open again. Niragi’s hardening cock bobs against his stomach, tip sticking in the mess on his skin. Lining up with his hole, one hand holding his cock, the other steadying on Niragi’s hip, Karube slowly pushes in. Niragi’s hand finds Karube’s arm and grips tight, blunt nails digging into his skin. Karube sinks in, moaning, not pausing until he’s fully sheathed. He shudders, jerks his hips in a quick short thrust, barely pulling out at all. The pointed movement makes Niragi bite back a gasping moan, puffing a sharp breath out of his nose.

He starts to fuck into Niragi with a fervour. Leaning over him, Karube’s freed hand grips at Niragi’s jaw to make him look up at him. His skin is flushed, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and fluttering with pleasure.

“You know, you’re still real pretty,” Karube pants out, then cuts off whatever comment Niragi was going to make with a kiss.

Niragi is hot and tight and it’s been far too long for Karube. Still, he plans on making it worth both their whiles. His thrusts are long and deep. Niragi’s hands grab and pull at Karube’s clothes. He’s a noisy lover, moaning and cursing. With Karube leaned so close into him, he can hear it all. It’s practically right up against his ear. He doesn’t even care about the curses Niragi hurls at him, it’s a lot of ‘fucks’; ‘fucker’ and ‘fuck me’ and ‘fuck you’. Karube’s quieter, though he’s breathing hard, biting back moans of Niragi’s name in his throat.

Karube hears him whine. Niragi wrenches at his shirt enough to shift the collar and then bites Karube’s neck hard enough to bruise. Karube feels the wetness of his cum splattering across the stomach of his shirt, his ass squeezing tight around Karube’s cock. It’s enough to send him hurtling towards his own edge, thrusts quicker and erratic until he slams in, fully seated, his cock twitching.

He stays like that, panting and almost slumping onto Niragi, before slowly pulling out of him. Niragi whines, breathing heavy himself. Karube sits up, tugging the condom off and dumping it in the bin by the desk before tucking himself back inside his pants. While buttoning up his pants, he notices the mess of cum on his shirt. He pulls the sticky fabric away from his stomach.

“Fuck,” he complains, shucking his Hawaiian shirt off so he could remove his t-shirt.

“You should’ve just taken it off,” Niragi grumbles, propping up on his elbows, pushing his hair back off of his forehead.

“You wanna see me naked so bad, Niragi?” Karube shoots back, leaning across to use his shirt to wipe the cum off Niragi’s stomach and softening cock.

Niragi huffs, snatching the shirt out his hand to do it himself, though Karube notes the slight embarrassed pinkness across his face and chest. Rolling his eyes, Karube reaching for Niragi’s pants and boxers to throw them at him.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland smut #niragi suguru #karube daikichi #niragi aib #karube aib #aib niragi #aib karube #niragi fanfic #fic: karunira au #dont expect me to be posting a lot of n/sfw #(its all on ao3) #ive only posted one other n/sfw fic on this blog #and that was for s/quid game

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are you up to write a little one shot with sub tatta? thank you for your consideration

Cw:Porn without plot,crying,sub!tatta, dom!reader,sex,oral(m reviving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it),riding,praise,overstimulation

a/n: This is my first time writing more then just headcannons in a good minute so please give constructive criticism 🫶

This is also writter as a fem! Reader but no female anatomy is mentioned

Save your tears

There he was,crying pretty little tears as you continued to suck his cock with no remorse. Your head bobbing up and down against the thrusts of his hips with his hand tangled in your now messy hair.

“ Please” the man above you whimpered with his hands tightly holding onto your hair.

You looked up at your boyfriend through hooded eyes and wet lashes to see him biting his lip with his eyes being closed as tears continued to run down his face.

You briefly removed your mouth from his cock to which he immediately gripped your hair tighter due to the lack of sensation.

“Go on and cum for me baby” was all he needed to hear from you before shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat with you swallowing it instantly

He then stopped thrusting into the warmth of your mouth and let you take the wheel as he let himself come undone for you, the girl below him

“Thank you momma” he cried out his grip on your hair still tight and rough.

His whimpers turned into fast paced whines while you to sucked him but now with your hand jerking what couldn’t fit in your mouth while over stimulating his poor cock in the process

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou” he said coming down from his high and almost starting another with one of his arms resting on his forehead due to the immense pleasure he was receiving

After a few more moments his grip on your hair ceased and you looked up at him with pleading eyes just to see him looking right back

“Do you think you can go one more round for me?” You asked, with Tatta not even daring to break eye contact

He early nodded before regaining his composure and saying “Anything you want momma”

“Good boy” you mumbled,finally breaking eye contact so you could straddle your boyfriends lap

The two to of you adjust to where he is leaning against the head board of the bed with his hands tightly gripping your waist.

You line yourself up with his cockhead which is still glistening with his own cum,and your spit.

Slowly,you let yourself sink down into his cock while moving your hands up his shirt, your cold yet soft hands sending shivers up his warm body.

You eventually start moving letting his cock run against your walls in slow yet deep strokes.

“You look so pretty” The man below you whined. His pretty face covered in tears due to the overstimulation he craved so badly.

Letting out a whine in response your lips start an assault on his neck. Leaving marks wherever you can as you allowed yourself to unravel on Tattas cock.

Tattas hands moved their way down to right above your ass as he gripped your sides whilst you ground your hips against his,starting to chase an on coming orgasam.

Removing your lips from Tattas neck you just then realized how fucking hot he looked.

His eyes were squeezed tight with his eyebrows furrowed due to him trying not to cum until you do. And his hair; god his hair. It was out of the hat which usually adorned Tattas head and now it was all messy, with some of it sticking to his forehead.

As you were admiring your boyfriend your orgasm practically snuck up on you making you let out a loud moan.

Tatta,who took this as a invitation to cum, came deep inside you painting your walls with his cum but not without a bunch of praises coming out from his end.

“Thank you so much momma,you felt so good”

Finally,the two of you came down from your highs (not without sharing several kisses in the process) before you looked at him with a seductive grin plastered on your face

“Do you think you could go one more time for me baby?”

“Yes momma”

#tatta kodai #alice in borderland smut #alice in borderland #tatta smut #Tatta #aib #tatta x reader

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karube likes playing with your pussy 🫶 making you whine and beg him for more, he knows all of your sweet spots and where to arch his fingers for those sweet noises to spill from your lips. karube loves to eat you out, he tells you that your pussy tastes like heaven to him, hes addicted & cannot get enough of it.

#karube daikichi smut #karube x reader #karube daikichi x reader smut #alice in borderland smut

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Dragon & Bird (Last Boss x OFC!)

Hello! This is the first time i write about Alice In Borderland, but i got soo obsessed with the series that writing about one of my favorite characters was the only way that could help me release this obsession lmao.

Let me know if you'd like a part two!

WARNINGS: smut, mention of death, blood, use of spitting, use of dirty nicknames, loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex.

Enjoy!

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Anya didn't know how she ended up in Borderland.

All she remembered from the day everyone suddenly disappeared and life started becoming a survival game, was that she was normally doing what she always did; taking photographs. Anya was in Japan for two years to study, her goal was to become a polyglot and a turistic guide since she loved to travel and explore the world, it was the job of her dreams. Her passion, however, was photography and cinematography. She had short films and photographs of every place she visited and of the people that lived there. That material along with her curiosity of exploring, was everything that made her feel alive in a world were she almost felt invisible.

Anya ran away from her home as soon as she turned eighteen. Her relationship with her parents in her hometown wasn't exactly ideal and it was, in fact, abusive. She felt like they wanted to cut her wings off to let her stay on the ground with them, while Anya was a colourful bird full of life that wanted to know every single thing about the world that surrounded her. But they kept her in a cage, and a bird in a cage isn't natural and will always find a way to escape before dying of desperation and pain. Her parents liked to project the life they were forced to chose on Anya, the one of a doctor and of a secretary. But when she turned eighteen, they knew they couldn't keep her in that cage anymore and that it was her right to open her wings and fly away.

And that's exactly what she did.

At the age of 23, she had visited many places; India, France, Italy, Holland, Brazil.

And now Japan, which was her biggest aspiration since she started to travel the world. She was fascinated by the culture, their cinematography, their artists. The money she used for her travels were the money she saved during her teenage years, the money she never spent to go to parties and to shopping. She worked as a waitress after school hours and, somehow, she still managed to balance studying and working. Then, as she moved from city to city, she always found some little part time jobs to save other money. It wasn't simple, but she made it look easy with her nonchalant and carefree attitude. The people she met were always admired by her when she told them her story, but she was too humble for admiration. With all the money she saved, she could finally afford to study in Japan. She could already speak four languages fluently and was now learning Japanese. Anya never liked to stay in a place for too long, and didn't even like to get too affectionate to the people she met because there was always something that made her want to move away. She in fact struggled with relationships with boys, because they always seemed to bore her out or not understand her at all. Same thing with friends. She was a lonely bird that liked to fly in the big blue sky alone without a destination. While she was in France, she met a middle aged man that was an astrologer and told her that her way of wanting to escape and her need to travel to live to the fullest was all because of her Sun sign being a Sagittarius. It made her laugh everytime she thought about that since she had always been sceptical about astrology but she considered that little encounter part of her experience.

But Anya was having trouble leaving Japan, and not only for her studying but because she found herself to be perfectly comfortable there, it was like she could picture her whole life in Tokyo. Of course even Japan had flaws like every country in the world, but there was something about those city lights at night, about the many photographs she took of the people passing. Each told a different story. She couldn't really explain it, but everytime she went out of her apartment for a quick smoke, she couldn't help but to feel a warmth spread in her chest, a sense of joy that she never felt. But also a sense of emptiness in the depths of her sould.

Everything changed on that day.

Anya was taking photographs after a lesson of Japanese. The sun was high and shining on the population that was busy with their lives. Anya was taking photographs with one of her many cameras, which that time was an old Polaroid. She clearly remembered of taking a photograph of a man with messy black hair that didn't look well groomed and a beard, he had empty droopy eyelids and made eye contact with Anya after she snapped a photograph of the man walking infront of her with plastic bags that probably contained groceries. The man walked as if he didn't own his own height, it almost looked awkward and it made Anya wonder about his story. Then, as she was about to move the camera out of her sight to concentrate on the rest of the streets, she noticed that everyone mysteriously disappeared.

That's how Anya ended up in the Borderlands and found herself fighting to stay alive between mortal games and people you couldn't easily trust. During her stay in Borderland she ended up at the infamous place called The Beach, where the main purpose was to collect every single card from the games and live the moments outside the games freely using methods like partying all night, drugs and sexual intercourse. Anya preferred to live her days there only because it had doctors that could help people with injuries after games, bedrooms to rest well and food. All she had to do was follow the rules and stay away from the militants. However, since she was the only non - japanese person in there, she unconsciously had many eyes set on her, the militants ones included. Some people rationally thought that she was probably a tourist and she ended up there just like them, but Anya also had to physically confront people that thought she was the brain behind all of that blood and death only because she was a foreign. She often found funny how quickly people change when their life is at a risk. But she couldn't judge; they were all humans that didn't know what the heck was happening and tried to find comfort in everything. She still had her Polaroid with her, taking photographs at that point was her way of calming down. Death didn't scare her, but dying without knowing what real love and life felt like surely did.

Even the fact that she had a mane of dark blond curly locks was the object of many stares. Usually some people asked her nicely if they could touch it, and she always said yes because she loved to see that kind of curiosity in humanity, especially in the Borderlands.

As she played more and more games, Anya realised that not knowing for how long she would be alive made adrenaline pump in her veins like it never happened before. It was even better than travelling, the thrill of putting yourself out there to survive. But she didn't like to kill and, when and if she had to, she always preferred to let the person die in a peaceful and non painful way. Why was she still fighting to stay alive to the point of killing? Because she asked herself: "Would i be happy to see the memories i created till now to pass me by while i'm dying, do i still have things to do?" and the answer was yes.

She was fighting for the love she never experienced, for the carnal desire she never had, for the emptiness she wanted to fulfil. And every night before sleeping, she would observe the photographs she took on the last day in the normal world and she would always get a lump in her stomach whenever she spot a person in the photos that she saw die before her eyes. One night, she concentrated more on the photo of that man with the droopy eyelids and she swore to herself that he reminded her of someone that lived at the Beach. Then one day, as she found herself staring at the militants transport someone new inside the mansion, her eyes fixed on the tall tattooed man with a katana on his back. She recognised the walk and those same droopy eyelids that were now surrounded by black ink. Anya decided to take a photograph of him with her Polaroid and, as soon as she snapped the photo, the tattooed man met her eyes. He sent her an intimidating gaze, but then walked beside Niragi and left.

That night in her room, Anya confronted the two pictures; the same lip shape, same cheekbones, same shoulders and eyes. Everything matched.

It was him.

She wondered what made him change so drastically on the outside, but she could still see the same sadness in those beautiful droopy eyes. Anya put the photographs away, hiding them in a notebook she always kept as a diary to document her days in the Borderlands. She then decided to head out of the mansion to smoke a cigarette by the pool, surrounded by drunk and high people that tried to suffocate their sufferance in partying all night.

As she drowned her feet in the warm water of the pool, she lit up a cigarette and looked around, meeting the gaze of the tattooed man that stood beside Niragi and other militants. She heard that people called him 'Last Boss' because he looked like a character out of a videogame, but of course that couldn't be his real name. Anya noticed how Last Boss couldn't keep eye contact with her, in fact he quickly looked away and adjusted his posture. She then caught a glimpse of Niragi winking at her with his pierced tongue out and she furrowed her eyebrows, taking another puff of smoke from her cigarette.

"The fact that you caught their attention is bad." She heard a male voice say behind her and, when she turned her head around to see who the person was, she noticed it was the blonde haired guy named Chishiya. She partecipated in some games with him, his intelligence and nonchalant attitude kinda intrigued her. But they never spoke before that night. Anya scoffed, smoke escaping her nostrils.

"I'm not scared of them. We're all fighting to stay alive here, them included."

Chishiya smirked at her english accent. His eyes reminded Anya of a cat, a sultry one. During the rest of the night, Anya drank two or three cocktails and decided to dance a little since it had been a long time since she last joined a party. Plus, everyday needed to be lived as if it was her last one. And it could really be her last.

When she got tired of dancing, it was already 2:00 AM. She wasn't fully drunk, but a little tipsy for sure as she walked towards her room with half closed eyelids. As she almost reached the door to her room, she heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned her head around, trying to maintain her guard high.

Last Boss was behind her, katana in hand but Anya didn't back away not even a bit. He got closer to her, his movements almost looked like the ones of a tiger ready to attack a gazelle. When he finally got enough close to her to look at her hazel eyes, Last Boss aimed his katana to her throat but she didn't flinch.

She gulped, her fastened heartbeat betrayed her cold appearance.

"Why do you take photos of me?" It was the first time she heard him talk. His voice was deep and monotonous.

"I'm a photographer. It's what i always did even before ending up here..." Anya affirmed, his dark eyes looking her up and down. He slightly blushed when his eyes landed on her messy bikini top. "...and i think you are an interesting subject."

Anya had always been straightforward, but the alcohol made that characteristic of her more accentuated.

"How so?" Last boss asked, katana still under Anya's chin.

"I saw you on the day of the fireworks." She gulped before speaking again. "The day everyone disappeared, i saw you minutes before ending here."

He looked down in confusion, trying to remember that day. Last Boss tried to remove all of his memories from the real world, being Last Boss was his new identity. But much to his disgrace he remembered her, even before she mentioned it. How could he forget? She was a foreign that easily drawn attention. He slowly removed his katana from her body and she sighed in relaxation.

Looking at him up close, Anya was starting to feel a certain sensation growing up in her stomach, something she never felt before; desire. It was his eyes and the shape of his lips that looked so soft to the touch, she remembered thinking he was beautiful even when he had that beard and those unkept hair. And she also noticed the way he was looking at her, with flushed cheeks and eyes that tried to look at anything but her body.

"Last Boss." She called him, her accent sending him off guard. He didn't respond, but she caught his attention. "Can i ask you something?"

Again, he didn't say anything but he softly nodded, knuckles turning white as he held his katana.

"Would you have sex with me?"

Last boss didn't expect that kind of question. All his life he never knew what it felt like to have a woman touch him, he only knew the touch from his own mother when he was still a kid. Usually it was Niragi that got the most girls and not only forcefully, some literally threw themselves in his arms just to have a wild night. But him? It never happened. He would lie though if he said he didn't feel attracted to her, to her bambi eyes and doll like lips. Her body was petite, but still had curves that made him tremble at the mere thought of touching her. He stood still for a minute, looking at her with parted lips and eyes open wide. Anya found his reaction to be cute. Since he still didn't say a thing, Anya slowly walked backwards towards her room and opened the door, a playful smirk painted her face. Last Boss nervously followed her inside the room and, as soon as she locked the door, she stood at the center of the room directly looking at him that was still in disbelief.

Anya removed her shorts and the cardigan she wore over her shoulders, letting them fall to her feet. Last Boss was in complete awe when she also removed her bikini top, his gaze burning on the skin of her breasts. It was the first time for Anya too, to be naked infront of a man. But she felt strangely confident and already excited. Maybe it was the fact that he was a militant, maybe it was his tattoos or the fact that it was the first time for him too, but she wanted him with her whole body. Last Boss dropped his katana and removed the gilet with the hoodie, his eyes remaining on her the whole time. She slowly walked towards him, holding her hand up to caress his face. At first he seemed hesitant, but as soon as he felt the warmth of her hand on his skin he took a deep breath while closing his black inked eyes. Actions started to become natural at that point, and Last Boss started to caress her hair and the back of her neck before attaching his lips to her own. Fire was burning inside Anya's body and as the kiss deepened, it also started to become a lot messier since both didn't have much experience. But they were loving it. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouth, saliva was sliding down their chins and they couldn't keep their hands off each other; he started to touch her soft breasts and moaned when he felt her nipples getting hard between his fingers, while her fingertips traced the ink of the tattoos on his arms.

"I don't want you to make love to me. I still don't know what love is." Anya breathed, a soft moan escaping her mouth when he started to kiss her neck with passion. "I want you to take me with all the desperation you feel, as this was another kind of survival game. I want you to fuck everything away."

Last Boss nearly growled at those words and, not knowing where he found the confidence, he harshly pushed her on the mattress. He quickly got on top of her body kissing and biting all over her soft skin. She impatiently caressed his head, her bikini bottoms getting wetter by every passing second. When he reached the center of her pleasure, he started kissing her thighs as he harshly tore apart her bikini bottoms. The action gained him a loud moan from Anya, that felt more alive than ever when she felt his warm tongue slide across her aching pussy. Last Boss was pressing his still restrained hard cock against the mattress to get a bit of satisfaction, fearing of reaching his climax just by staring at her moan for him.

Eager for him, Anya took his face between her hands and hungrily kissed him, helping him remove his shirt. She admired his naked torso, tattoos covering his biceps too and she couldn't help but to kiss the black ink traced on his skin, earning a low groan from him. As Last Boss was too overwhelmed and distracted by her warm kisses, Anya took the lead and pushed him against the mattress to position herself on top of him. He held her neck while she passionately kissed his neck, the sensation feeling unreal to him but incredibly heavenly. When Anya lowered her body and he saw that her head was now between his long legs, Last Boss knew what it was about to happen; she was gonna suck him off. Even though he was a virgin, it didn't mean that he knew nothing about sex. After all, he still needed to masturbate during all those years spent in his bedroom.

Anya started to unbutton his pants, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. Last Boss tried so hard to not seem so inexperienced, but the way he was gripping the sheets for the excitment betrayed him. It was the first time for Anya too to see a dick in person and she was just as nervous as him, but the flame burning in both of them was stronger than their embarrassment. When she freed him from both his pants and boxers, her curious hands immediately gripped his hard cock. She admired it, observing every vein and the tip leaking with pre cum. Anya looked at him for consent and, when he furiously nodded, she slightly smirked before giving an experimental lick to the tip.

Last Boss closed his eyes, one of his hands drowned in her curly hair and he was careful not to grip it too hard. Anya started licking his cock from the bottom to the top, one of her hands were massaging his balls as she did so. His guttural moans were only keeping her going. When she started to finally bob her head and down on his cock, Last Boss opened his eyes to look at her with his mouth slightly agape and the sight nearly made him cum; her cheeks were flushed, hair all messy, lips wet and devoured by his previous kisses. He didn't expect it to feel this good and he started to understand why Niragi liked sex so much. But somehow, for Last Boss, the fact that she offered herself to him was even more exciting.

"Fuck." He impulsively cursed, both of his hands resting on her cheeks as he watched her go down on him with half lidded eyes staring at him. "I need- I need to be inside of you."

Anya gave his cock a last suck before returning to his lips to kiss him, making him taste himself on her lips. Last Boss took the lead again and gently pushed her under his slim body. Now he started to feel nervous, hoping to not mess everything up with his awkwardness and with the paranoia of not finding the hole. Anya must have noticed his change of expression and quickly caressed his cheeks, his eyes now concentrating on her face again.

"It's my first time too." She whispered. "I'll help you, but as soon as you are inside of me i want you to fuck me like an animal. Raw."

Last Boss gulped, the sparkle of excitement glinting in his eyes again. Anya took his dick in her hand and guided it towards her entrance and when she sent him a slight nod, Last Boss took the hint that he could give the first thrust. The first one was slow since both of them were exploring an unknown territory. Anya gritted her teeth for the pain of feeling her pussy being stretched out by his cock and Last Boss took a deep breath when he was fully inside, the warmth of her walls hugging him. For her it was hurting even more since she didn't even think about foreplay before, but it was too late now and she didn't want to waste anymore time.

"Fuck me." Anya moaned, eyes still watery from the pain.

"D-Doesn't it hurt?" He sounded worried, which made Anya smile. But she didn't want him to be worried, she didn't want those feelings, all she wanted was to have sex.

"It doesn't matter, it shouldn't matter. I want you to fuck me."

When Last Boss pushed half of his dick out of her to give an hard thrust, he saw blood covering his lenght and somehow that motivated him even more. With a snap of his hips, he was balls deep inside of her. Anya's legs wrapped around his torso and he started to thrust in and out of her at a furious speed. The whole bed moved and hit the walls, one of his hands was gripping the headboard as he fucked her raw just like she asked him. The mixture of pain and pleasure made Anya scream like she never did before, her nails running on the skin of his back. The wetness of the blood coming out of her and her liquids made a dirty noise that was making Last Boss go crazy.

"Oh my god!" She moaned, receiving a groan from him in response. With his other hand, Last Boss was firmly grabbing her hips, leaving a mark on her skin that she would later notice in the morning. Looking at her under him made him feel in control, the control he never had over his life. With this thought in mind, he started fucking her even harder.

"You love it don't you?" He chuckled, more to himself than directly to her. Her desperate moans were all he needed to slip out of her aching pussy, earning a muffled cry of complain from her.

"Beg." He firmly said, hand stroking his blood covered cock.

"Please, Please - keep fucking me!"

Last Boss smirked, little drops of sweat falling across the black ink on his face. With an harsh slap on her ass from him, Anya took the signal of getting on her hands and knees. Last Boss caressed her back with possessiveness, noticing a little tattoo at the bottom of her back; a pair of wings. He licked her backbone and, when he arrived to her neck, he bit her ear before whispering something.

"I'm gonna fuck you just like the little whore you are, because that's what you want. Mh?"

Anya nodded her head, panting hard.

Last Boss spit on her hole before entering her again, gripping both of her butt cheeks to steady himself. He didn't give her any time, he immediately started to thrust his cock in and out of her with an animalistic speed. The more she moaned and screamed, the more he fucked her. He growled as he watched her ass bounce against his pelvis and her breasts move with every thrust, then he reached his hand towards her mouth and pushed two fingers against her lips.

"Suck."

Anya immediately obliged and he loved how passive she looked in that moment, all desperate and wet for him. For him and no one else. Just that thought made him see stars.

When his thrusts started to become more erratic, Anya knew that he was about to cum.

"C- Come outside, please."

Now, if he didn't give a shit about her he would have decided to not listen to her or to not let her come. But Last Boss wasn't an asshole and the last thing he wanted was to make a woman carry his child in her womb. He didn't respond but instead started to use the fingers that were previously in her mouth to play with her clitoris, stimulating her orgasm. The harsh thrusts along with him pushing his fingers against her clit, sent Anya over the edge and she exploded into an intense orgasm that made her eyes roll back. She saw white, a choked out moan escaping her rosy lips as she came around his cock. Last Boss then slipped out of her pussy and stroked himself, keeping her ass in place with his other hand, emptying himself on the skin of her buttcheeks with a guttural moan. Anya felt some drops of sperm slide towards her back, it was warm and it also felt kinda ticklish.

They remained in that position till their breathing became steady again. After they calmed down from the rush of the orgasm, Anya turned her head around to look at him.

"Could you please bring me a towel to clean myself?"

Last Boss only nodded, standing up from the bed. He returned after some seconds, handing her a white towel that she used to clean both his liquid on her back and the blood between her legs. Last Boss started dressing, still startled by what happened.

"Wait, come here before putting your boxers!" Anya exclaimed and he reached to the end of the bed in confusion. Anya used the towel to clean his now soft cock from the blood, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as she did so.

"Thank you for tonight." She simply said before standing up to head to the bathroom. Last Boss heard the sound of water being opened as he kept dressing himself. When he was fully dressed he picked up his katana from the floor and gave one last look towards the door of the bathroom, where he could still hear water running.

After Anya got out of the bathtub with a long towel wrapped around her tired body, she noticed that Last Boss had already left.

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