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[pocoyo-yo]

'𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞'

SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)

~♤♡◇♧~

"I needed this.."

he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.

"needed this so fuckin' bad.."

you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."

you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.

"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."

you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.

you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.

"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"

you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.

"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"

chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.

you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."

he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."

"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.

chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.

the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..

he loved it.

chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.

you were fucked up..

"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."

..and he loved it.

you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.

you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.

chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.

"hurry up, shun—"

you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."

you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."

"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."

your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.

"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."

chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.

"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.

you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.

"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."

strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.

ah.. you were about to cum.

as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.

"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."

you reluctantly opened your eyes.

was the world was ending? yes.

so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.

"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.

"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."

chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.

chishiya hated messes.

but you creaming around his cock didn't count..

at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.

"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."

"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."

you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.

"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.

"fuck you.."

"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"

chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.

"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.

"answer the question."

"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."

"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."

"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"

you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.

with that sinful look that drove him insane.

"..thank you."

~♤♡◇♧~

[miraofhearts2point0]

i cannot stand the fact adap Chishiya is a Hearts player, sowz. it's clear to me the adap writers completely misunderstood what makes someone a Hearts player in the first place and ran with it.

Chishiya can read others emotions to some extent, sure, but not in-depth enough to sympathize.

you wanna know why Chishiya (and Niragi) are Diamonds players? because they don't care enough to truly understand the hearts of others. they manipulate situations, not (usually) out of desperation, but because it's all they know. they lack a genuine understanding with others.

(adap) Arisu being a Diamonds player also completely misses the point: Arisu is so similar to Chishiya and Niragi that if, at any point prior to the Borderlands, he had one more thing go wrong, he could've ended up like the two of them; but he didn't because he refused to be like that.

Arisu is a Hearts player because he's both smarter than he gives himself credit for, and emotionally mature enough to take to heart (wink wink) the emotions of others and actively put himself in their shoes to get through a game.

that last reason is why Matsushita Enji is such a lousey Hearts player, because, like Chishiya and Niragi, he isn't emotionally mature enough to truly be good at Hearts. he has great setups, sure, but he's too proud to acknowledge other players and their inteligence, which is why he was ultimately defeated by Yaba and Banda.

Yaba and Banda both come from backgrounds where they need to read others to some extent: Yaba, a CEO who climbed the corporate ladder by reading others and using those emotions to his advantage (as we saw happen with Arisu when he was confronted by the militants), and Banda, a misogynistic murderer who got into the houses of women he killed, needed to be agile enough to get them to trust him by manipulating the situation in his favor, all while keeping in mind the emotions of those he killed.

Hearts games are not won by sheer manipulation, as we saw with Enji and Urumi; there needs to be a level of connection with others if you want to survive, which is also why Mitsurugi's defeat was so upsetting; ideally, he did everything right, but ultimately was a bit too confident in his plan and thus, refused to acknowledge the power the other players had. he was too good of a person.

Mira is a bit of an outlier, not because she was bad at the games or anything, but because she's the perfect mix of both understanding and master manipulator; if she went up against any other player in the Borderlands, they would easily lose. Arisu almost lost too, but as we've established, Hearts games are built off connections with others and Usagi was needed in order to make it.

I'm sure Mira was well-aware of that fact, especially with Arisu, but her ulimate failure was the same as Mitsurugi's: she ended up downplaying the connection between him and Usagi. Hearts games need love, level-headedness, mild manipulation, and an open mind if you intend to win.

going back to my main point, that's why Chishiya either avoids Hearts games all together, manipulates people during them, or turns to violence; he lacks the emotional maturity and agency to clear one the way they are meant to be cleared, why Arisu is a much better Hearts player than Chishiya will ever be, and why the adap writers completely misunderstood that point.

[sovereignjojoz]

Okay thsi sounds kinda weird, but like,, would it be okay for me to suggest Bruno Bucciarati x child reader TOTALLY PLATONIC!!!! where he kinda takes her in and they have a father daughter bond. I understand it’s kinda weird so feel free to ignore!

Dad!Bruno Buccarrati x platonic!child reader

Pairings: Dad Bruno x child reader, platonic Bucci gang x child reader

Notes -it’s not weird at all anon, totally fine! Sorry it’s taken me a while to respond. Happy holidays!

BEST DAD EVER.

You would probably have to be wondering around the vicinity of the house for Bruno to take you in.

At first he’d try to reunite you with your parents, yet when it dawns on him you seemingly have none he’d debate with himself on wether to take you in.

Not that he doesn’t want to he would, but it’s just raising a child is such a huge responsibility and baring in mind he’s only twenty makes him put some serious consideration into his decision.

Ultimately his good hearted nature sways him, and he ends up taking you in and overtime he finds that he doesn’t regret his decision.

“Mishta’ Bruno?” You yelled, a tad too loud, towards the kitchen.

The colourful cereal you were chewing on made your calling appear incoherent, yet Bruno hummed in recognition having heard it so often.

“Why can’t we just stay the two of us.” You continued knowing he was listening, “I like it just us, do your friends have to come back?” You questioned, loudly swallowing the last remnants of your cereal.

“Piccola/o,” he walked into the dining room and smiled at you. “My friends live here too, they were only gone for a special job.” He picked up a paper towel and squeezed your chubby cheeks, cleaning up your face. “It wouldn’t be fair to deny them their home, would it?”

You nodded in agreement, Bruno had taught you all about respect and fairness just before he enrolled you in an Italian children’s school, highlighting that it was of the upmost importance.

He stroked your head softly, then moved to throw the dirtied paper towel in the rubbish bin. “Don’t worry alright, my friends are very nice, you’ll have tons of fun with them piccola/o.”

You pouted unconvinced, but nodded nonetheless.

“Come on.” He extended his hand out to you so you could jump down from the white dining chair, “time to get ready for school.”

You held Bruno’s hand as you skipped along to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and bathing. Bruno helped you wash your hair, soapy suds staining his hands as you splashed around in the water.

Once you had been towel dried, he massaged numerous hair care creams into you hair, then brushed and de-tangled it.

“Mister Bruno, can you braid my hair please.”

Bruno had watched countless videos on how to care for, handle and style hair similar to yours, he’d even bought a doll to practice on all in preparation for this moment. “Sure.”

You twirled around in your uniform, striking a pose for Bruno once he’d finished, you loved your new hairstyle so much!

Bruno pulled out his phone to take a picture of you, you looked so cute.

Rushing to the porch, you strapped the Velcro of your shiny shoes on then grabbed your fluffy blue jacket to put on top.

“Bye mister Bruno!”

“Wait!” Hastily, you paused what you were doing at Bruno’s call, running to the sound of his voice.

“Yes?”

He bent down to your level, handing you a white lunch box which held heart shaped sandwiches, some fruit and a packet of crisps/chips. “Here, your lunch.”

You gasped in awe, previously you had asked mister Bruno for some uniquely shaped sandwiches because some of your classmates ate them at lunch yet you had no idea on wether he was actually going to do it, leaving you positively happy.

“Thanks mister Bruno!” You pulled his hand left hand, tilting him downwards, “you’re the best!” You asserted, kissing his cheek before slamming the door shut and running of to school.

Bruno merely smiled at your action before returning back to his real work.

Tiptoeing to reach the door handle, you kicked your school shoes off of your feet and ran into the living room shouting, “I’m home! I’m home!” The light pitter patter of your feet echoing behind you.

You held your drawing of the house, you and Bruno up proudly for him to see as you entered the vast room. “Papa! Look at this drawing-!” Immediately you covered your mouth with your hands realising your mistake, but there was no time for that reality to sink in as five intimidating figures looked over you.

You gasped lightly, frightened, and ran to hide behind Bruno, grabbing onto his leg.

Your glistening eyes analysed the males one by one, “Who are these people?” You whispered.

“These are my friends I was talking about.” He explained as you nodded in recognition.

“We leave for a few months and you bring a kid home?” The one with orange hair commented, accusingly looking at Bruno.

Said male shrugged, brushing him off.

“Quit it Fugo, I’m sure the kid is quality company.” Said one with a hat.

“What’s your name piccina/o?” Asked a boy with black hair with a smile, he looked to be younger than the rest, you thought he seemed really cool.

“[name].” You told him, moving slightly closer.

“Awsome!” He put his hand up for a high five which you enthusiastically met, “would you like to play a game with me?”

“Yeah!”

Narancia picked you up, spinning you in the air, then ran towards his bedroom.

“Hey wait up, I wanna join.” Mista called out, kicking his shoes of.

A couple of days had passed and you found that Bruno was right, his friends were very fun! Narancia always played energetic games with you like tag and capture the flag, Mista carried you everywhere and frequently played tea parties with you (which Bruno joined in too) and even Fugo who was cold at first warmed up and indulged in activities such as baking with you and colouring.

The only one you hadn’t really interacted with was Abbacchio, even though you wanted to.

Sitting on the kitchen table, Abbacchio had been relaxing, reading his book and drinking his wine, when he felt a light tug on his long silver hair.

He scowled and turned towards where he felt the tug come from, finding the young perpetrator looking shyly up at him.

“Oi bimba/o, what do you think you’re doing.”

“Sorry,” you stoked his hair, pretending to put it in a ponytail, “I just really like your hair.”

He looked at you, sighing, “don’t pull.”

You jumped up and down excitedly, parting his hair so you could braid it.

After an hour Abbacchio felt his fair fall still in braids, and you came sleepily stumbling before him.

“Finished mister abba.” You stumbled forward, falling into his lap.

“Hey.” He poked you cheek, “get up.” He pulled your head up by your hair to check if you were really sleeping, finding that you were in fact asleep.

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his lap so you were curled comfortably in his lap, he then took a sip of his wine and picked up his book again, going back to the chapter he was previously reading.

Bruno hadn’t expected to find you curled up on Abbacchio’s lap, having know his views on kids, so to say he was surprised to say the least was an understatement.

“Don’t say anything, just take the kid.”

Bruno smiled knowingly raising an eyebrow at Abbacchio, he picked you up, your head on his shoulder, and took you to your room.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt soft silk covers being placed over you.

“Mister Bruno…?” You half asked, half assumed.

He hummed in response turning your night light on.

“Sorry for calling you papa a while ago, it was an accident, I just really like mister Bruno.” You apologised, pulling the covers further up your face.

He smiled and pinched your cheek, “it’s alright, I don’t mind. You can call me papa or papino if you like.”

Your eyes widened, the corners creasing in excitement, “really!”

“Mhm. But for now go to bed.”

“Okay…”

“Goodnight [name].”

“Goodnight…papa.”

[r3dblccd]

9 shows I could watch 500 times

tagged by: @irrwicht

tagging: @caelcstis, @sourspices, @frxgmcnts, @finalsurvivorgrp, @dozenrozez, @moonfl0wxr, anyone else who wants to share

Serial Experiments Lain (need to rewatch it soon honestly)

Another

Death Parade

Semantic Error (love me some enemies to lovers trope. That 'Warning, I will kiss you in a minute' scene - spectacular, amazing, groundbreaking, never been done before---)

The 8 Show (I know I only finished it recently, but I'm pretty confident that this show is gonna be one of my favourite ones this year)

Yellowjackets (Juliette Lewis can step on me)

What We Do In The Shadows (gay vampires and a fancy witch hat (iykyk), what else can I say; finally a documentary done right)

Our Flag Means Death (gay pirates, what else can I say)

Good Omens (gay demon and angel against Heaven and Hell in the middle of the end of the world, what else can I say; you get the drill. All I needed was David Tenant to say "My point is *burp*, my point is... Dophins, that's my point" and I was completely sold, yes, indeed, the point is, dolphins. Highly recommend the book too, and I'm so looking forward to the upcoming graphic novel.)

Special shoutouts bc I can and will do whatever I want (this is for series I quite enjoyed, and may watch again, but I'm not that obsessed with them):

Wellington Paranormal (2018-2022)

BEEF (2023)

Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2024)

Theatre of Darkness: Yamishibai (2013--) - It's kind of giving "Are you afraid of the dark?", but like with Japanese urban legends, or is it just me? Maybe it's just the story within a story kind of format that makes me think of that.

Bonding (2019-2021) - I'm giving them some extra points because at least they tried a little harder in season 2, plus I just view it as a silly little show to put on that you don't have to think too much about rather than a serious show trying to do very accurate representation. (and at least is much better than the trash fire 50 Shades of Grey is)

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by And When I am Formulated, Sprawling on a Pin by @beewolfwrites

[theboxfort]

"Red to my blue, right?"

Also have this

[shimonerin]

Pinterest Alice in Borderland fans are so fucking annoying

[cresents]

[aibidil]

Recently watched the Hobbit movies for the first time and mostly I'm underwhelmed at the incredibly bad and unnecessary CGI. But when I tell you... the feels I got at the beginning of the third film when Bard is trying to shoot down Smaug and his arrows are bouncing off and his son comes climbing up the tower with the single black arrow, and Bard is clearly torn between wanting to shout at his son to get to safety and the need to keep him close, the need for him to be part of this fight because it's their fight—and as he improvises a giant cross bow, he rests the arrow on his son's shoulder because he can't do it alone but he tells his son to look at him even though Smaug is heading straight at his back, and Bard is relying on his son's help ("a little to the left") but he's also parenting in the middle of the battle ("look at me") even as he's the only chance to take out the beast that's ravaged his people for generations and I just���it's impossible to watch this in the current geopolitical moment of children being killed in war in the most blatant and uncaring way; it's also that I have two sons who about that age. But the image of the dragon coming for them both, and the son helping despite not yet being grown, and Bard's fatherhood being an inextricable part of his bravery to save the city.....fuck, man. Fuck

[luzho]

chishiya played amongus! he was sooo cool so i gave him even more explosions to walk away from! (based on the already iconic fujimoto explosions! the one in ‘goodbye eri’ is my favorite!)

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Chishiya, wearing his usual monochromatic outfit but drawn in vibrant warm colors, walking away from the entrance to the Prison of the Jack of Hearts. Both the entrance and the airship above it are exploding --destroying windows, sending debris flying, dropping the giant Jack of Hearts card the airship was carrying, and lighting up a lavender sky with a huge heart. Chishiya looks back at the mess, smirking. End ID]

[mimicmew]

oodle in his natural habitat (mspaint)

[hatterstan-shameblog]

every character in aib has a life lesson attached to them and hatter's lesson is to be an unapologetically funky little freak every second of the day 🩷

[ignitification]

Kyuma and Arisu had better chemistry during a single arc, than Arisu and Usagi during two seasons. Ha.

[witchwhaat]

i was like "where's chishiya tho ://" and then got the most intense mafia game ever

[dawnleaf37]

imma be honest i remember tdos having like . deep lore but i never got into it and i genuinely dont know why . i even had moonlight tdos as my pfp on my old account . i think they had like ancients thats all i remember . oh and cobalt is a guy

[luminescenc1e]

She hangs behind, watching as most of the other people around her pace around or move, unable to keep themselves still. She wraps her arms around herself, an act to make herself seem smaller, weaker, and scared. No one is paying attention to her, which makes it easy to watch her opponents. Who is fidgety, who is new, who has already been through this before, who is going to die quickly?

But doing things by yourself is never really good, not because she wants to make friends, but from what she had seen in the past couple of days, forming short fake friendships tends to give you an upper ledge. Especially if you are the weaker member, the one that snivels and shivers with fear. As the older woman, tears streaking down her face, smudging her makeup, moves forward as if debating whether she should leave or stay, Johanna already knows the decision. She’s acting like a rabbit caught in a trap, she’s gonna bolt.

There is a quick tap tap tap of her heels on the floor before the familiar long beep of the lasers easily kills her, her body dropping into a pile. She hears a gasp, and people look away and she smiles, briefly. One less person needs to die so that she can survive this game and get time to eat and rest before the next one. Johanna had noticed another woman, somewhere around her age, a bit older, looking directly at the dead woman, and she scurried behind her, eyes downcast. The perfect image of fear in this new hellscape of the world that they have found themselves in.

“ Yes. ” She makes herself look up, voice weak, adding a bit to her performance as she glances towards the dead woman before seemingly wincing. “ I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do. Can I tag along? ”

She might need a partner for this one, she might not, but it doesn’t hurt to have the option ready for when the game starts. “ I’m Johanna, nice to meet you. ” She offers her a hand meekly before she turns towards the screen displaying the timer that slowly goes down to zero. And then after a brief pause, a short explanation about the game, the level of difficulty, and how many can survive. This is going to be easy, she can’t help but think looking at the people around her. And she seems to have been lucky with having someone capable with her. Fun.

continued from here with @sharpsuite