#Aguni

[iclarye]

every squad got the but its alice in borderland version

[chishiyasbiscuits]

jealousy! || aguni x reader xo

[1.9k words.]

[Warnings: Angered, jealous smut, light degradation, spanking, and a bratty reader. If there's any warnings I have missed, please inform me, thank you!]

"Shit, you're such a brat." He snarled. Lips curling, tainted in the spit he had strewn during his rage. His body heaved, chest especially. Rising and falling with each rough blow of air. Aguni's eyes blared. A fire spiralled along his skin, tensing his biceps, and allowing his fists to ball. "What were you thinking?" He lowered his voice, though the bite was still present. Sharp against the heavy air as you flinched at his nearing figure. "What?" You breathed. "What did I do wrong?"

A genuine question, and yet his brows immediately raised. Creasing his forehead, which glimmered beneath a sheen of sweat. He stared, hard, and then dropped his arms, relaxing his posture. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?" He questioned to himself, pacing. Turning on his heel and lifting his arm. Pressing two fingers beside the bridge of his nose and squeezing. "You're always getting yourself into this shit. Don't you have a brain?"

"Pardon?" You snapped. Neck craning to find his face, which had been hidden beneath his palms. "I was helping someone!" You yelled. Heart thumping with both frustration, but an odd occurrence of adrenaline. "Don't you have a heart?" It was harsh, spitting from your desperate lips like a venom that clutched to his cheek and stung. His face fell. Yet even amidst the darkened features it seemed his anger dwelled more. Raising over like bubbles within a heated pan.

"You're so gullible." He whispered. Sucking air in through the gap between his teeth. Walking toward you, chin lifted high, and arms tensed either side of him. Your body was almost vibrating, brimming with fear and anticipation. A mixture doomed to find trouble. You backed up, pressing your back flat to the dim, peeling plaster. It was cool and the temperature sunk through the loose cotton clinging to your sides. Aguni paused once his chest was mere centimetres from yours, and you had fully secured yourself against the wall. "You're so naïve." He breathed, air hot from within his mouth. It splayed along your jawline, which you tilted away from him.

"Much better than being a big, angry git." You returned, somewhat proud. Lips curling into something cocky. A sneer, that seemed to let him narrow his dark eyes. "And yet you're dating this person, hm?" He hummed, voice still low, and completely, unsettlingly calm. "Doesn't that make you just as bad?" He made a point, though you scoffed. Pushing aside your love for this big oaf. Your eyes rolled and attached to an object far from his gaze. "Y/n." He prodded. "Don't be difficult." He spoke, and your eyes returned. "You'd love me still, even if I had shot you." You replied, with a touch of sass. Eyes glistening and scanning over his softening features. You had known this man had loved you, and that every fight or argument was nothing but his inability to truly express his feelings. You smiled warmly up at the man, only a few centimetres taller. Grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

He hadn't spoken, just licked over his chapped lips, and set his eyes on your own. Leaning quickly and snatching you. Taking you into his own palms, as he slid himself against you. Fingers playing along the loose cloth hanging from your curves. Your lips pressed, and though the room had been heated with anger, you reciprocated. Sliding yourself up, from your tiptoes, against his hard chest. Wrapping your bare arms around his neck and feeling the stubble against his head brush your skin. You removed yourself first. "God, you're a good kisser, even if you're heartless." You sighed and breathed steadily. Watching his cheeks heat up with both flusterment and an anger that made your lips twitch. "I could keep you in this room, you know? Lock you in here, tie you to a chair. Just to stop you from fucking things up." He fought through gritted teeth. Jaw clenching to suppress the much more offensive flood of words and phrases he could have tossed toward you.

"I bet you couldn't." You formed a pout with your lips and let your head slip to the side. "You're a softie for me."

The space between Aguni's brows cramped up, and his lips formed a scowl. "I'm not." He said, words firm. Sincerity in his voice and the expression he gifted you. "Yeah?" You taunted. Eyes lighting up. "Show me..." A whisper, and that was all his burning desire needed to set off. Explode. You pressed your lips to the shell of his ear as you spoke, whispering. It was all the itching pads of his fingers needed to suddenly grip you and twist you toward the bed. Practically pushing you against the sheets, where your knees dug into the mattress, and your palms held the duvet tightly.

Aguni was already heated. Hooking your underwear with his thick fingers and dragging them down your thighs. He released and used these fingers to squeeze the flesh. Sighing in content. "You're such a bitch, but you're hot." He both insulted and complimented at the same time. You arched your back, sticking your ass further against the air. "See..." You taunted, arms spreading against the bed. "Such a softie."

"Hm?" He scoffed, and the low chuckle he let slip made your blood run cold, but in the way that sent electrical impulses up and down your bare spine. The fabric of your shirt lifted, until it was barely shielding your breasts. Goosebumps arrived, and the hairs along your neck stood in anticipation when you felt Aguni's large, calloused hands grip the flesh of your ass. Moulding his fingers into the skin, as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Are you begging to be degraded?" He questioned rhetorically. "Is that how much of a slut you are?"

You where ready to answer, lips and tongue prepared, but you felt the warmth of his cock slide between your cheeks. The tip lowering until it was pushing against your slick folds. The words had been caught, choked up in your throat, and replaced with a whine. Loud, and pleading. Embarrassing, really. You thought as Aguni's throaty chuckle let loose. "Should have known you were a whore when I saw you with Chishiya the other day." He grunted, tip sliding into your cunt from behind. He pulled you closer to his abdomen, fingers digging deeper as you replied. "Just a friend." You mumbled between breathy whimpers. Pushing yourself back desperately, so his cock could enter, and fill you up entirely. "Do friends fuck each other now?" Aguni pressed, cock finally slamming inside. Your breath hitched, and your eyes flickered. Overwhelmed with this sensation of being filled with his large, pulsing cock. It trailed along your walls and dragged with each thrust. Fast and sloppy while Aguni awaited your reply.

"You...you think I'd fuck his cocky ass?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "N-no." You swallowed as his cock inched further. Burying deep with each buck of his hips. The frustration was swarming the quilts, leaking from his neck, and dripping from between your shoulder blades. It was hot, messy, sweaty. It was fired up. Anger pulsing through his cock as he rutted into you. Fingers slipping but clawing harder to keep hold of your writhing body. "He..." You bit your lip, chewing as you rethought this remark. Hell, you would be lucky to survive this one.

"He has a bigger cock than you, that's for sure." You mumbled, palm facing down against the sheets as you splayed your fingers. Looking over your nails while Aguni's hips stuttered. A silence, and your heart was perhaps the loudest within the room. "What?" The man spoke. Jaws clearly clenched. You swallowed. "You really are a brat." Aguni spat, palm lifting from your ass and landing back against the flesh, harshly, so much so, it stung and lead your head backward while you groaned. "Shit, do you find this fun, huh?" He breathed deeply, pulling you closer and sliding his cock further. It pressed between your walls, twitching when you clenched and dropped your jaw to release another whine. "You're so easy to annoy." You suppressed the stutters, lips almost vibrating at the difficulty of refraining. "I hate you." He grimaced, thrusting harder, and harder. Your limbs shook, and the arms that were supporting you had buckled at the elbow. Almost landing you face flat against the pillows. You moaned uncontrollably, body moving the bed in sharp, rough rocks. "You..." You hiccupped, losing your breath. "You love me really."

It was becoming far too difficult to even keep your body upright. Knees sore, and red, just like the flesh of your ass. Aguni grunted, squeezing harshly. Your lips were split by a whimper, and your tongue edged along your teeth. Ready to spew. Aguni, however, had begun pulling the hair that had draped itself either side of your face. Placing it calmly behind your neck. Letting it trail down your sweaty, marked back. You relaxed, exhaling, only for lungs to fill quickly before a large hand slid from your collarbones and wrapped itself around your throat. You choked back, coughing lightly. "A-Agun..."

"Don't speak." He ordered, squeezing lightly. "I think you've had enough to fucking say today." Your head was whirring, and your eyes had begun to roll. Your eyelids barely staying lifted and closing over your vision. Darkening. You should have been afraid, but your body lit up. Reacting with an immense pleasure when he lifted you by your neck and your lower hip. Pressing you against his heaving, damp chest. He breathed down your neck and held you there. Cock still thrusting, but upwards into your soaking pussy. Abused by him, and only him. You were a mess, moaning, chest raising against his arm. Mouth agape consistently, yet he had fucked the words from your throat. Fingers still pressing on your pulse. "You like this, huh?" He growled against the shell of your ear. "It's what you deserve."

"Nothing to say?" He smirked to himself, admiring you from the back. He bent you over, releasing your throat. You rasped, gasping for air, and lifting a few fingers to trail around the reddened flesh. "Aguni!" You cried, breathing deep. "Could Chishiya fuck you this way?" He questioned, "Huh?"

Aguni brought his palm back to your ass. You cried once more, moaning his name. "Aguni, ahh..."

"Answer me." Aguni forced, gripping you and ramming himself until his teeth were pushed deep into the skin of his lip. His eyes dark and focused on your cunt. The way it wrapped around his cock, and sucked him in. Swallowing him whole. He twitched, close, and groaned deeply. "No, no." You replied quickly. Lashes fluttering as your high neared. "You're a brat, but you're mine. Got it?" He made aware, and you nodded. Lowering your head frantically. Far too overwhelmed with the way you came on his cock. Stomach flipping as you felt your orgasm crash over you. No words that had slid from your throat could have been comprehensible. Aguni seemed content, fucking himself into you until he felt himself too near to risk. He pulled out and aimed at your ass, releasing the thick, white strings against your skin. Hand wrapped around his own pulsing cock. His head dropped back, and he groaned out your name. Satisfied, when he tilted his chin forward, and saw the mess along your lower back, and reddened cheeks. "I'd be surprised if Chishiya even has a cock." He whispered to you, planting a kiss to your shoulder. The faint clang of metal was made aware as he placed himself back between the cotton of his boxers. Redoing his belt, and then silence. The anger had been replaced by a lust that had continued to hang in the sex-filled air.  

[katnisspeetaprim]

[incorrectaliceinborderland]

Mira: It was the best of times.

Arisu: It was the worst of times.

Chishiya: It was the age of wisdom.

Karube: It was the age of foolishness.

Asahi: It was the epoch of belief.

Shibuki: It was the epoch of incredulity.

Kuina: It was the season of light.

Last Boss: It was the season of darkness.

Usagi: It was the spring of hope.

Momoka: It was the winter of despair.

Hatter: We had everything before us.

Aguni: We had nothing before us.

Chota: We were all going direct to heaven.

Niragi: We were all going direct the other way.

[niragiinborderland]

ｐａｒａｌｙｓｅｄ

Based on Paralysed by Sueco - Niragi x Fem!Reader

 Angst because it’s emo hours and I <3 Sueco. Kind of edited, kind of not. Also my first attempt at smut :-)

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Word Count: 2.9K

TW: Alcohol, drugs, sex/smut, mental health issues/mental instability (reader), death, blood, general aib themes.

Alcohol, drugs, sex - you’d try anything to keep your mind off this fever dream you were living in. Your life before Borderland was far from perfect, but this was pure hell.

So, when you weren’t fighting for your life or avoiding the militants, you could be found drinking and snorting anything you could get your hands on. One particularly rowdy night saw you being dragged out of a private party you somehow got caught up in for, apparently, starting a fight.

Stupid bitch deserved it you thought to yourself, aggressively removing your shoes and stomping around your room as you prepared yourself to attempt to sleep.

A knock at the door interrupted you, injecting more anger into your substance-laced veins.

“What the fuck do y-“ you snarled, stopping yourself when you saw the figure on the other side of the door.

“You should watch your mouth there, sweets” Niragi smirked down at you.

The shock was surprisingly sobering, and the anger was replaced with a low buzz of fear. You knew what the militants were like, and you knew Niragi in particular was not to be messed with.

“Sorry,” you swallowed, trying to avoid eye contact “why are you here?”

“You left your cocaine on my nightstand,” he held up a baggy with the hand that wasn’t adorned with his well-kept weapon “just wanted to return it to ya.”

The tension you didn’t realise you were holding in your shoulders eased at the realisation he wasn’t here to… well, whatever it is happens to people who cross the militants.

But something didn’t make sense.

The Beach was teeming with drugs, it wouldn’t exactly be a big job to find more - so what exactly compelled Niragi to return yours to you?

Whatever it was, you weren’t interested in finding out.

“Oh, thanks I guess” you said, tone laced with confusion as you took the baggy and simultaneously tried to shut the door.

Your attempt was futile, as the door jolted against Niragi’s boot with a loud thud.

“You’re pretty feisty, huh?” Niragi quipped, pushing the door back open with his foot, “I didn’t think you had it in you” he finished, running his piercing over his bottom lip.

What the hell does he know?

“Yeah, well if she hadn’t been such a- “

“I’m not asking you to explain yourself,” Niragi cut you off, “just saying I’d like to see it again.”

He was looking you up and down, smirk plastered on his face. You stood there like a deer in headlights, stomach churning at the thought of what was going to happen next before your saving grace sounded off from the hallway.

“Oi, Niragi!” boomed a loud voice, presumably Aguni’s, “stop fuckin’ around, emergency meeting. Now.”

Niragi rolled his eyes, replying with a quick “coming, boss” as he complied with his superior.

“See you around” he said to you over his shoulder as he was walking away, arrogance laced in his words.

You slammed the door shut without replying, shaken up and not sober enough to process what just happened.

Thank god for Aguni you thought to yourself for the first time ever, as you rolled yourself into bed, eager to forget about the entire interaction.

“God, you’re such a filthy little slut,” Niragi spat from above you, hips slamming against your ass and his hand around your throat “where’s that feisty side now, huh?”

Between the pressure on your windpipe and the way his cock was slamming your sweet spot over and over, you couldn’t muster a reply other than broken moans.

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?” he teased, being met with rapid nods and noises of pleasure from you.

“Beg then” Niragi demanded, pulling himself out of your hungry pussy and loosening the grip around your throat just enough for you to speak.

“P-please, Niragi,” your voice raspy and your legs squirming as your desperate cunt begged to be filled “please, m-make me cum” you managed to stammer out.

“Good girl” he said, devilish grin on his face and lust-filled eyes drinking in the view.

His cock slammed back into you harder and faster before, but still in the perfect spot to keep tightening the coil in your stomach.

Tears brimmed your eyes as your head was pushed further into the mattress, Niragi’s own grunts and laboured breathing pushing you over the edge.

The knot in your stomach snapped and warmth spread through your body as your orgasm washed over you, filling all of your senses. Niragi didn’t slow down as he chased his own high, fucking your throbbing pussy into overstimulation and relishing the whimpers he was eliciting from you.

“Ni-niragi” you choked out, balling the sheets in both of your fists.

“That’s right, say my name,” he panted, “no one else can make you feel this good, can they?”

“No, p-please – I n-need you” you begged, urging him to fill you up.

His breathing was erratic, his strokes becoming less uniformed and more desperate as he pounded away at you, lewd noises filling the room. Your whole world was fuzzy as you took every thrust – the feeling was borderline euphoric.

“Fuck!” was all you heard before you felt the hot rush of Niragi’s cum pulsating into every corner of your plush walls.

His weight pinned you to the bed as he caught his breath, bodies adorned with sweat and each other’s pleasure melding into one being for just a few moments.

Niragi removed himself from your frame, looking down with a proud smirk at the sight of your marked body and the mess he’d made.

This is how most of your nights went now – being fucked senseless and left broken on the bed after Niragi had his way with you.

You don’t know why you do it, and you promise yourself you’ll never let it happen again – but yet you end up here every night, begging for him.

There was nothing loving or sweet about your interactions, they didn’t lessen the void inside of you that you desperately tried to fill.

They were harsh and violent, leaving you battered and bruised, incapable of even being able to fill yourself.

But in the moments where his skin is on yours and the friction is hot enough to start a fire; when his lips collide with yours before his warm mouth wraps itself around your neck; and his eyes look into yours with such primal desire, you could almost feel something you thought was just a foreign concept now – comfort.

And maybe that almost feeling was enough.

Your thoughts had distracted you from the fact that Niragi had already left, and with your euphoria quickly turning into a headache, you pull the blanket over your aching body and drift off to sleep.

In the beginning, you’d tried to hide the dark bruises that littered your skin, ashamed of what you did – what he did to you – in the previous hours. But, it was obvious to anyone who took a second to look at you what was going on.

“Looks like Niragi has a new toy” you’d heard one say.

“Imagine not respecting yourself to the point where you’d walk around like that” another had chimed in.

“C’mon sweets, don’t be shy,” Niragi had sneered at you, not happy with your retaliation to him groping your ass one day, “everyone knows your favourite necklace is my right hand” he’d proudly announced to the entire poolside.

Now, standing in the bathroom and checking the damage he’d left you with – all of those moments flowing through your brain – you couldn’t even turn to face yourself in the mirror.

Niragi loved every aspect of his Borderlands life – no laws to stop his deviancy, the post-game high he got to experience on a regular basis, a reputation that made him feel invincible – however, he did not love guard duty. But, it had gotten a bit more bearable lately.

Staked out at a high point by the poolside, it gave him a perfect view of the entire area. It was a good vantage point, he’s able to see the movements of everyone in the vicinity – including you, sitting in your usual spot at the bar, sipping away at a drink.

He watched as your lips gently attached themselves to the glass, admiring your figure in the swimsuit that adorned your body and the hickeys that were oh-so visible due to the lack of clothing. He was supposed to be monitoring everyone, but with the lights from the dancefloor and poolside illuminating you so gently, all he could see was you.

“Hey lover boy,” Last Boss muttered, breaking Niragi’s trance, “wanna stop staring at your girlfriend and do your job?”

Niragi’s head snapped in his friends direction at the outlandish statement.

“Wanna shut up? She’s not my girlfriend,” he scoffed, “and don’t ever call me ‘lover boy’ ever again.”

“Whatever you say” Last Boss mumbled in response.

Where the fuck did he get that idea from? He’s the closest thing Niragi has to a friend, Last Boss should know that he’s not exactly one to tie himself down – in fact, it was quite the opposite. Niragi’s good looks and reputation could get him anyone he wanted, he took full advantage of that and planned to keep doing so.

You were a bit… different, though. Your fiery nature that first caught his eye was still there, you could hold your own and even tried standing up to him on occasion. You weren’t a nuisance to drink with and you could almost drink him under the table. On the occasions his tongue wasn’t already down your throat, you’d ask about his day before your late night activities and listen to whatever rant and rave he wanted to share.

But you still weren’t his girlfriend.

Pull yourself together he scolded himself, scanning his eyes over the party goers.

The crowd was as boring as ever, no one daring to step out of line with him perched above them. He returned his gaze to the bar to admire the view a while longer, but all he got was an empty seat. You were gone.

His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched at the sight, Niragi knew what time you usually stayed out until and it was far too early for you to be leaving – where did you go?

“I’m gonna check the hallways,” he said abruptly, propping his rifle on his shoulder as he stood up, “this is fucking painful.”

He didn’t even wait for Last Boss to respond as he strode away, entering the building at a brisk pace.

You didn’t care for dancing so Niragi bypassed the dancefloor and began stalking the halls, checking your most frequented hiding spots, but to no avail.

Frustrated, he stormed his way through the next corridor towards your room, almost banging the door down when he arrived outside.

“Jesus, calm down,” you huffed as you opened the door, “what are you doing here, aren’t you on duty?”

“You left the bar early tonight, how come?” he questioned.

“Just wasn’t feeling it tonight” you replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Look at me” he demanded, gripping your chin in his hand and forcing you to meet his gaze.

Niragi examined your face, his hold loosening ever so slightly as he saw your glassy eyes encased in puffy, red skin – you’d been crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes narrowed

“It’s noth-“

“Did someone hurt you?” he cut you off.

“No, it’s not like th-“

“Who hurt you? I’ll kill them” his tone was flat, but earnest.

“Stop,” you snapped, grabbing his wrist to take his hand off your face “nothing happened, no one hurt me – I’m just having a shit day.”

Niragi’s face twitched, concern threatening to spill out from under his staunch demeanour. He wasn’t sure what to say – violence was his way of solving things, but he knew it wasn’t yours. His eyes flicked down to where you still held his wrist, the warmth of your hand dissipating as you awkwardly pulled away.

“Do you… wanna talk about it?” he broke the silence, voice tinged with uncertainty.

“It’s fine, I’ll get over it,” you tried to brush it off, “plus, you’re on duty anyway.”

“I can come by after,” he almost blurted out, “plus, you listen to me all the time – just returning the favour.”

“O-okay,” you replied, confusion evident in your tone, “I’ll see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you later” Niragi said, turning on his heels and walking away.

He stopped after he heard your door close, rubbing his temples between the fingers and thumb of his free hand.

What was he doing?

This wasn’t the plan. He never planned to be nice to anyone. He never planned on wanting to spend time with anyone. He never planned to involve himself with anyone further than the length of his dick.

You were never part of the plan, and yet here you were, re-writing it.

Niragi returned to your room that night as promised, and for the first time he didn’t leave until the morning.

As your time in Borderland increased, your mental state deteriorated with each passing day. You were past the point of trying to fill the void, content with your emptiness to the point where the games didn’t even phase you anymore – you truly didn’t care if you lived or died.

Niragi knew, you’d told him all of this during your late night chat a couple of months ago, and he couldn’t wrap his head around why you hated it so much. He tried to show you the beauty of this new world – taking you to the militant target practice area to blow off steam, going on drives to loot the already pillaged stores, he even started staying with you some nights – but he couldn’t seem to get through to you.

He knew you were in a bad place, but he didn’t think you’d reached the point where you’d try something like this.

“You tried to steal the cards for yourself and escape,” Aguni stated, “your actions deem you as a traitor of the Beach, and rule three is death to all traitors.”

You said nothing, just staring ahead at the firing squad before you with dead eyes – you had no idea why there were so many people here, you hadn’t even resisted when the militant goons bound your wrists and dragged you away.

Niragi tried to fight it, saying it was all Chishiya’s idea and that he should be the one dying instead of you. He told them you were just a pawn in the blonde rats game, that he’d take personal responsibility for you, that you could join the militants as punishment.

He was brushed off as someone with a vendetta – Chishiya had reported it to Aguni in the first place, why would he ruin his own plan?

Now all he could do was watch as you paid for your crimes, another militant already standing at arm’s length with a pistol pressed to your temple.

“Any last words?” Aguni asked.

“Fuck you, and fuck the Beach” you spat at him, staring him dead in the eyes.

Niragi winced as the gunshot rang out, followed by the thud of your body slumping to the ground. Just like that, his new plan was over before it began.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Niragi hissed at the two militants that stepped forward to move your body, “I’ll take care of it.”

“Alright, whatever you say” replied one.

“Damn, you really are kinky, huh?” the other joked.

Niragi lurched forward, his own gun pressed under the chin of his colleague.

“Get the fuck out of here before I have two bodies to clean up, you hear me!?” he shouted, seething at the man in front of him.

“Jeez chill out, not my fault your girlfriend was a traitor” the militant snapped back, pushing Niragi’s rifle away.

Niragi scoffed before swinging his weapon around and smashing it across the man’s face, blood spatter hitting the concrete below as the man toppled over from the impact.

“Anyone else have something to fucking say?” he scowled at the group of men in front of him.

There was only muttered ‘no’s and whispers in response as everyone cleared out, leaving just him and you.

Turning himself in the direction of your body, Niragi was paralysed as he looked at your lifeless frame lying in a pool of crimson blood. He swallowed hard before slowly making his way over, crouching above you and brushing the clumped hair off of your face.

“Finally got what you wanted, huh?” he sighed, “kind of selfish of you, but at least you’re at peace now, I guess” he continued speaking into the wind.

Niragi remained stationary for a few moments, before rolling the dead weight of your body over to pick you up. He carried you bridal style to the dumpster filled with corpses, hesitating to put you to rest in there.

He stepped up onto a pile of discarded wooden pallets to lower you in, tucking your hair behind your ears and placing your hands atop of each other on your chest.

“I know you wouldn’t want to hear this, but I will get revenge for you. That’s a promise” his brief look of sorrow turning to that of scorn as he spoke his final words to you.

[daidonzo]

[gykmolly]

“To gain something, you need to lose something.” - Chishiya

[shunchitaro]

Alice in Borderland characters as things my friends have said/done:

*Taking an exam* The first one to finish: Usagi The first to finish except they guessed everything: Niragi The last to finish: Chota The one that always cheats: Karube The one helping them cheat: Arisu The one trying to cheat: Heiya The one not letting them cheat: Aguni The one that probably paid the teacher to give them a full score: Hatter The one chewing the pencil the entire time while making educated guesses: Kuina The one always getting a perfect score: Chishiya *After the exams* Chota: I studied all night I slept for like five hours Karube: 5 hours? I’ve been awake the whole WEEK Arisu, hasnt slept properly in a month, is in online class while playing video games: That’s nice Kuina: I think im going to pass chishiya: we both know you guessed the answers Kuina: I’ll do better next quarter Ann: I can’t believe the periodic table is part of the exam Niragi, with many absences: We studied the periodic table?

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Boyfriend Aguni x Reader - HCs

Notes: Soft - SFW -

♤ Aguni its the type of boyfriend who would scare off your friends/family but is actually a big softie.

♤ Gets you flowers everyday. You end learning how to take good care of them (you saw him crying on time because one of the plants he gave you died).

♤ Introduces you to Hatter and he starts to tell you the most embarassing moments of Aguni who is re thinking his life choices.

♤ Sometimes he gets nightmares so you have to wake him up and calm him down.

♤ He would try to take you to the best places for dates. He loves to see your smiling face and feel your body against him as you hug him while you point at something you love from the place.

♤ Would teach you self defense and how to manage a gun because he wants you to be able to protect yourself in case he is not there.

The first time you won against him in a fight he had the biggest smile on his face.

♤ Gets you plushies because he knows you like them and melts when you tell him you named them.

Send him pics of the plushies doing things like humans and he ends with the dumbest smile ever.

♤ Aguni loves to hug you and spin you around when he is too happy, he likes the sound of your laught.

♤ He also loves how tiny you are in comparation to him. Will take your hand in his and look at them then kiss your hand.

♤ He is a monster cuddler!! Will be the big spoon and cuddle with you for as much as you want/need (if you are feeling down).

[koshehehe]

Alice in Borderland S2 SPOILERS!!

Literally me when I was sure I witnessed Aguni and Akane getting gunned down 6969 times, Niragi being alive and well being burnt, fell off a building, burnt, shot again while literally having bloody coughs, Kuina getting stabbed multiple times and still has the time (while gushing out blood, might I add) to look at her gay wife for half a day, Usagi and Chishiya practically bleeding for almost the entire day: How are ya'll still alive?

Also me saying they have plot armor to justify the fact that they're still alive when I know is not normal goddamn 😭😭😭

[iclarye]

just dance but its alice in borderland characters playing

[chishiyasbiscuits]

frustration! || aguni x reader xo

[1.9k words.] [Warning: Smut, lol. Basic smut I guess, but also like, frustrated sex? It's Aguni, so there's a bit of anger, duh. I had a few requests for Aguni, so why not?🤭 Warn, and inform me if there seems to be any warnings I have missed.]

He was so enticing. The stern gaze, he always had - complimenting his earnest features - was enough to send me into overdrive. His intimidating demeanour barely worked for me, and it frustrated him. I could see it in the twitch of his biceps. Each time I sent him a teasing smile, as a reaction to his commandments and threatening actions. He was angered by my unwavering attraction to him. Merely because it puzzled his simple, unloved mind. This anger, however, only invited me further into the arousing state I felt when he was around. 

"Y/n." Aguni spoke. His voice rough and low. He cast me a glance, and I set my taunting stare on his features. Lined with a grouchy tint. "Yes, Aguni?" My head fell to the side, allowing the loose strands of my hair to spread against my bare shoulder. He immediately caught onto the feigned innocence. "If you create anymore trouble for the militants I'll have to kill you." He glared. Knowing, as the wise man he was, that the only reason I had been inflicting chaos was to achieve his presence. 

I flashed him a sweet, honeyed smile. Coated in a guiltless sheen, and with my act, I batted my lashes. Gaining yet another glare, the man sighed. 

"I'm being serious." He spoke, his muscles flinching. I grinned in content, while I watched the familiar vein in his neck pop. "We both know you wouldn't dare do that." I lowered my eyelid in a wink, leaning forward on my elbows. Aguni tilted his chin. Clearly suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, and instead subtly shaking his head. "I'll give you a final warning." He mumbled. "Next time, you'll be killed."

My expression fell, and his ears were met with the faint sound of my sigh. Exasperated and dramatic, as always. "Oh, Aguni." I groaned, placing my palms on the wall I was set, and pushing myself to the concrete floor. "You're an attractive hunk of muscle.." I paused, lips stretching into a smirk while I walked to his frozen stance. His eyes followed me - Curious and conceitful. "And yet you're oblivious to the fact I need you." 

Silence ensued. Washing over the thin space between my expecting gaze, and his lost trance. His lips parted, perhaps to speak, but I wouldn't know. He pulled them together almost instantly, at the sound of Niragi's voice. Slicked with a desperation for disorder. 

"What's this?" He cackled, repositioning his rifle. "Aguni's got a little girlfriend?"

"The Aguni?" He pushed, emphasizing his words. Aguni's jaw tensed, and I blinked. I had never seen him this wrapped up in anger. It was almost lust-worthy, but I knew better than to annoy him at this moment. His gaze flicked to my figure, and a hint glimmered in his glare. "Or is she annoying you, boss?" Niragi continued, obviously unaware of how unneeded he was right now. The raven-haired man tossed his gun up and caught it, positioning it so that the metallic tip landed beneath my chin. I swallowed, exchanging a look with the man beside me. 

He exhaled, gesturing his head to the right. Niragi lowered the weapon. "Leave." Aguni requested, and watched through his peripheral vision as Niragi hesitated, winking at my still form before walking off. I released the unknown breath I had been holding. "Thanks.."

"Quiet." Aguni commanded. His voice harsh and abrupt. His calloused hand met my arm, and he gripped roughly. Pulling my body towards him, and guiding me into the Beach's proximity. His movements were far from gentle, and really, being ragged around by the man I had been lusting over was more than arousing. I slid my lip between my teeth as I entered a room, and was thrown against a nearby wall. I collided with the material, like a pathetic doll. Brushing myself against the plaster, and turning to face the man. He loomed above me, face stern and muscles, again, tensed. I swallowed the build-up of saliva, caught in my throat, and lifted a finger to swipe the messed strands of my hair. 

"What are you.." I was cut off by large palms landing either side of my head. Aguni pressed me closer to the wallpaper against my exposed back, and lowered his chin. "I thought you wanted me?" He questioned, while also already knowing the answer. His tempting lips were so close. Parted, and letting slip unruly breaths. "I do.." I gasped. My back straightened, and without a second longer to spare, his lips were on mine. Moving and moulding against the flesh like a rabid animal. My hands were flung around his neck, where I subtly brought myself closer to his heaving chest. 

I felt his fingers slip down the wall, and trace the skin of my thighs. There, his palms cupped beneath the muscle, and assisted him in guiding me to his bed. I was dropped against the strewn sheets, and as a reflex my arms fell. Finding themselves above my splayed out hair. Aguni pulled away. His lips glistening and his eyes heavy with a corrupted desire. "You like me, don't you?" I teased, spreading a smirk across the skin of my face. Aguni huffed in return, taking my thighs like pieces of meat, and digging his fingertips into the reddened flesh. "Shut up." He pulled apart my legs in a hostile motion, frigidly letting the cool air meet my clothed pussy. "Admit it.." I strained beneath him, barely squirming against the cold and sudden temperature change. 

Aguni remained silent. Letting his frustration out in the simple movements of his fingers. He slid one beneath my lower bikini, and stripped away the fabric. It fell against my ankles, and I hastily flicked them from my feet to the floor. While I did so, he slipped the finger between my slicked folds. Eyeing the body part like it was treasure. Treasure he ached for. "Aguni, please.." I begged, knuckles already turning a ghostly white, as I gripped the sheets beneath me. He flicked his attention to my bliss-taken features, and stared. Face ridden with nonchalance. 

Surely he had been forged by genuine gods. The way his body appeared to me, and created nothing but arousal in the fabric of my pants. His husky voice was enough to set me off, as he scolded me for writhing under his warmth. His fingers graced my clit, gently rubbing on the sensitive area, before the digit sank into my heat. I whimpered at the contact. His rough, but also unhostile pumping, as he slipped yet another finger between my walls. I knew he adored the feeling. Like a drug, the waves of our pleasure blurred our minds. Replacing the anger between us with an undeniable libido. 

His features were lined with concentration. With each focused thrust, and each curl of his fingers. His skin brushed against my insides, and the eyes that were set on his gorgeous expression rolled in pleasure. I knew he loved the feeling of me, wrapped tightly around his body. I could feel it, in the way my thighs were clenched harder. Purple and red decorated the spaces he attacked, and his jeans strained beneath the constraint of his growing erection. 

The bulge sat in my vision, while I arched myself on his ramming wrist. "Aguni!" I gasped, dropping my jaw in pure pleasure. It was a brief moment, where the rapture washed over me in the form of melodic moans, and wincing eyes. Aguni let slip the smallest of smiles, which portrayed his pride, like clear water.

I was barely lowered from my high, when the clink of metal brought my lidded eyes to the man before me. He pulled apart his belt, and dropped the accessory. Pushing down the fabric of both his jeans and boxers. Revealing to me his cock - already dripping, and throbbing against his lower stomach. His fingers curled around the base, and his clouded eyes never teared from my own. The intense eye contact, as he drew his palm up his twitching length, was orgasm-inducing. I whimpered beneath the weight, as he caressed my hips with his palms. Pulling my body toward his pelvis. 

"You can't say you don't feel the same way now.." I spoke, lashes closing mid-sentence as his cock slid past my folds. He grunted. "Don't get too cocky." 

"So you do." I dared. Stirring the pressure like a stew, ready to boil over. His brows arched, and in the deep confines of his eyes something snapped. Perhaps he had been repeatedly removing the idea of love from his minimalistic mind, and through doing so, spawned a resentment for me. One he couldn't rid, for no matter what, I consistently crawled back under his skin, and itched the touch-starved portion of his heart. He longed for me, and only now was it apparent. Through the way his teeth subtly tugged into his bottom lip, with every precise thrust. With every husked groan he granted me in the midst of the sweaty, pornographic dance we pulled off.

He was bigger than I had expected, though when I say that, what was I expecting? He gave off the vibes, and he was an ex-SDF officer. There was no need to be shocked, now he showing his clear stamina, and accuracy - with each effortless buck against my ass, where his skin met my own in a harsh slap, and his cock slid further and further. Igniting pleasure upon pleasure. My walls wrapped around his base, and by the way he burnt holes in my crotch, it was clear he was enjoying the sight. I clenched, and the shaft of his cock stretched my pulsing walls, tilting me precariously over the tipping point.  

It was only when his fierce eyes met mine, and the vexation dissipated. Leaving only the sensual tone, in his rasping, erotic whisper. "Get in the way, and you'll never get this cock again." Aguni spoke hoarsely. Breaths uttering out from his parted lips, as his high arose. The sharp stutters in his hips, and the quick, fast-paced jolts of his chest showed me how close he had became. His perspiring face morphed into a pleasured bearing. Where his glossy eyes fell into lids, and his mouth was parted by the harsh, guttural groan he allowed free. Ecstasy rushed through our bodies, and as mine shook beneath his pervasive hold I crumbled, and came around his twitching length. Still deep, and stroking the slick walls within me. A second, heavy moan, fell from his lips and my abdomen was greeted by a warmth. 

Sweat dripped from the expanse of his neck, as he craned himself above me. Looking down, with neither hatred nor anger, but a fine-drawn admiration. His expression faded, and the features of his face relaxed. I smiled, somewhat mockingly. "Aw, how cute." I breathed, and the moment broke apart in the very hands he had gripped me with. Aguni inhaled. "If Niragi ends up being aware.." 

"I'm dead." I finished, tilting my chin, and picking my upper body up with my arms. I rested on the bed he had just fucked me on, and stared, complacently. "Up." He sighed, tucking his cock back between the fabric of his pants. His eyes averted, and then landed on my figure - obeying his every word. "Maybe I should fuck you often." He smirked, barely laughing through his nostrils. The roll in his eyes made me giggle. "Maybe you should.." I suggested. 

[mrskillingjoke]

Can we Stop having takeru and aguni as literal husbands and start actually writing fanfiction about them?

I mean they are the couple everybody ship because it's as Canon as it could get, but Nobody writing ffs of them!?

And it's so sad! I need Hurt aguni ffs with takeru hallucinations.

Takeru thinking about His Situation and His "i let my husband shot me" suicide. (Like: why is this the way He wanted to end? The Last Thing He wanted to See was agunis face 😭)

I wanna have after death Happy ffs

And they adopt a Cat or niragi or someone au

Cute childhood ffs where aguni Fell in Love with takeru the First time they meet

And takeru drinking ffs where He confesses to aguni

I need Hurt and Love and comfort and funny fanfictions about them and almost Nobody writes them!

But they deserves it. They have only a few fanfictions, even when everybody ships them...

[niragixpsych]

Chishiya: I just ended a four year relationship. Kuina: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Chishiya: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Hatter and Aguni fighting from across the room*

[incorrectaliceinborderland]

Aguni: Are you not used to being given orders?

Arisu: Whenever Usagi wants me to go to a Game, she always says 'please', and afterwards, I get a cookie!

[daidonzo]

I guess any thrill will do

You felt like a fish out of the water since you arrived at The Beach.

Granted, it was much better than being on your own playing those deathly games every four to five days, struggling to find food and warmth and not sleeping more than one hour at a time because you had to keep one eye open, never feeling completely safe.

Here, at least there was electricity. Potable water, enough food for everybody.

And people. And parties. And alcohol, and drugs.

The place, however, felt artificial, staged. For some reason, if you allowed yourself to have fun, you thought it would feel as if you were lying. Denying the reality you were in.

That was the reason why you had yet to socialize with anyone, sitting sideways awkwardly in a stool in the bar area by the pool in a very tiny bikini and a knitted see-through dress that left nothing to the imagination. You had finished the fancy cocktail you were served some ago, now playing with the straw, biting its end while you observed those around you.

You were thinking what the best way to approach a group of people would be when a girl, in a blue bikini and dreadlocks appeared next to you, ordering a drink for herself. She sat down, her knees bumping into yours as she did.

‘Oh, sorry! Mind if I sit here?’

‘Not at all.’ You tried to smile at her, but it was all teeth. How long had it been?

‘New to The Beach?’

‘Yep. I just arrived a few days ago. Is it written all over my face?’

‘A little.’ She giggled, grabbing her drink and taking a little sip. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Lucky for you I’m here now.’ She extended her hand. ‘My name’s Kuina.’

You told her yours, shaking it firmly. You had a lopsided grin, and this time it was for real. Eyes included.

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The next day you woke up late in the afternoon, extremely tired, but you felt better than ever since arriving at this wasteland. You had made a friend, Kuina.

You had always been a people’s person and a party goer, and yesterday had found out that maybe temporarily pretending you were in an extravagant club in Tokyo where the dress code was beachwear was not that bad. Especially if you had no more days in your visa and you needed to play a game today.

You brushed your hair and teeth, put on a different bikini and the same dress and went to the lobby of the resort, where your new-friend said she could most likely be found. And there she was, in all her shining glory, accompanied by a blonde man in a white hoodie.

She seemed as pleased to see you as you were to see her. Your savior.

You were finally starting to feel like yourself again.

She introduced you to the man, whose name was Chishiya. He was… nowhere near as nice as Kuina, had an air of superiority about him that in any other situation would have made you raise an eyebrow, but now you didn’t particularly mind.

You talked for a bit, about the events of last night, Chishiya only intervening to make sarcastic remarks here and there.

Then, Kuina switched to explaining how The Beach worked.

‘There’s the Hatter, he is the leader.’ You nodded, giving her your full attention. You had met the Hatter when you had been accepted – he had only asked for whatever cards you had up until that point. He had mentioned there were three rules: always wearing a bathing suit, living your life exactly as you wished (you hadn’t been complying with that one up until yesterday night but you hoped things would change) and death to the traitors, meaning you had to give all of your cards to the resident with the highest number. In this case, the Hatter. ‘But there’s a lot of tension with another group, the militants, the ones with the weapons. The three main members are a scary-looking man who was actually part of the army in the real world, another with shoulder-length dark hair and piercings and a creep with a katana and tattoos. Have you seen them yet?’

You thought for a second, then shook your head.

‘No. I think I would know it if I had encountered them. Specially the creep wielding the sword.’

‘Yeah, I agree. Lucky you, then! Best to try and avoid them, if you want to live peacefully.’

You made a mental note. You didn’t want any trouble, not when things were starting to finally look up.

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It was time for the game.

You were waiting by the car with some others players – two young girls and a man about your age, wearing a cap. All of you were nervous, some more than others. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, that being the only thing to actually betray how you were feeling, because you were smiling, trying to ease things up a bit for your teammates.

‘So…’ You clapped, attracting their attention. ‘We are going to play today, on the same team! What are your names?’

They introduced themselves and you were about to do the same thing when one of the best-looking guys you had ever seen approached the car. He was tall, very muscular, wearing a set of camo trousers and a black sleeveless shirt. He had a military haircut and a scar over his eye, which in your opinion just made him even more attractive.

You blinked a few times, trying to focus, and then turned to the newcomer. You were so invested in ogling at him that you didn’t notice the others looking frightened all of a sudden, the girls even taking a step back to try and make themselves seem smaller so as not to draw any attention.

‘Hi!’ You flashed him a half smile. He looked serious, but almost all guys that looked like him did and then they were all big sweethearts. You knew the type. It was your type after all. ‘We are telling each other our names to ease the tension and get to know each other a bit before the game.’ You mentioned yours, realizing just then you hadn’t said it, quickly adding some nicknames they could call you by since you didn’t really like your own name very much. ‘What’s yours?’ You finally asked.

He just stared at you, not saying anything nor showing any emotion. Without responding, he moved towards the driver’s seat, opening the door and nodding towards the vehicle so that the rest of you would do the same.

Turns out you were wrong about there being a little teddy bear below that façade.

‘Well, fuck you then.’ You raised an eyebrow, focusing your eyes directly on his.

He looked… surprised? You didn’t give him time to answer, because you opened the door of the back seat and smiled at the others, who were looking at you as if you were some sort of religious apparition, with a kind of newfound reverence. ‘Come on guys, get in! We are going to do great.’ You sat on the front seat, turning so that you could keep speaking with the others.

You were good at calming people down. You were good with kids, and animals, and the principles applied to them could be easily applied to adults too.

But the hot (and rude) man was running all your efforts. You finally had realized how his presence affected the others, but you couldn’t really understand why, and you were stubborn enough to keep trying.

You saw that he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes a couple of times while he drove the five of you to the game arena, but you had decided you wouldn’t even give him the time of the day, no matter how handsome you found him.

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Kuina was waiting for you when you arrived.

‘I am so happy that you are fine!’ She threw her arms around you, in a massive bear hug that almost made you trip and fall to the ground. You hugged her back, smiling.

‘Yes! It went well, it was an easy game. No deaths, and five more days to live. So, not bad. Only…’

‘What?’

‘There was this man who was just really… rude. He had a gun with him, I realized later on, so he must be part of that militant group you talked about. Anyway, he didn’t speak, he just looked at me weirdly after I told him to fuck himself. Probably shouldn’t have but I was trying to calm the others down and he just wasn’t helping.’

‘No, not really. But if he was just a low-ranking member it’s pretty much whatever… Who was he, do you know?’

You looked around you, trying to find the man who had played the game with you. It was not hard, he towered over the others, and he was… again, extremely good-looking.

‘That one.’ You pointed with an index finger.

Kuina’s face went pale, as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at the man, then at you. Then at the man again. She opened her mouth, and closed it, and opened it.

‘That’s Aguni.’

‘Well, glad to know his name now, since he refused to tell me when I asked…’

‘No, no. He’s Aguni. The leader of the militants.’

‘You’re kidding.’

‘Nuh-uh.’

‘You told me he was a scary-looking man!’

‘And he isn’t?’

‘Honestly? I found him quite hot.’

Kuina exploded with laughter, bent over, a hand on your shoulder to stabilize herself. Her outburst attracted the attention of Aguni, who looked over at the two of you, and found you staring back.

‘Now he clearly knows we have been talking about him, look what you have done!’ You scolded the woman, but a smile danced on your lips. The situation, you had to admit, was quite funny.

‘Let’s get out of here before he decides to shoot us.’ The woman with dreadlocks said, wiping a tear from her eye, grabbing your hand and taking you both somewhere else.

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You were sitting by the pool with Kuina and with the new friend you had made in the game, Tatta, who was telling her the story of what you had said to Aguni for the third time that night. The three of you had had a couple of drinks to simply celebrate you were alive, and Tatta and you had even taken two or three shots, to celebrate having escaped death.

‘Stop, it’s not funny. I wanted to try and get to know him because he is my type and we could have died at any moment, so why not act accordingly?’ You had given the same explanation about twelve times, using different words. The other two still found it funny.

‘Look, there comes your boyfriend.’ Kuina pointed out, looking behind you, suffocating a laugh. Aguni was there, followed by the two guys she had described – the one with the piercings and the spine-chilling one with the tattoos.

You had promised to yourself you would never ever tried to speak to him again, because he was very impolite and he had annoyed you. But the you who had said that had been sober and clear-minded and before you even realized, you were standing up and walking towards him, ignoring Kuina’s and Tatta’s warning and futile attempts to keep you seated and away from danger.

‘I know your name already.’ You said to Aguni once you were in front of him, his eyes opening up in surprise, if only just for a second. ‘A little bird told me.’

The man with the piercings, who now you could see had a big, scary gun resting on his shoulder, opened his mouth to say something, but Aguni lifted a hand, ordering him to remain silent.

‘So?’ He was, again, as expressionless as ever.

‘Nothing. I just wanted to let you know.’ Suddenly coming up to talk to him was not such a good idea. ‘And, just so you know, the only reason why I wanted to speak to you is because I think you are hot as fuck.’ You said, chin held up high, with as much dignity as possible, before turning back.

You felt his hand grabbing your wrist before you could start walking.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

‘What’s your name?’

‘I said my name before we left for the game. If you didn’t catch it, not my fault. Good night, Aguni.’

You kept your voice as stable as possible, but there was a slight tremor in it by the time you pronounced his name. You shook his hand off and went back to your friends. You wished you had a way to take a picture of them – their faces were worthy of framing.

───⋆☆───────────── You opened the door to your room the next morning to find the leader of the militants starring at you.

‘Oh God!’ You screamed, jumping on place, clearly startled. ‘You could have knocked! How long have you been standing there?’

‘Not long. I didn’t know if you were sleeping.’

Thank you, still weird, you thought to yourself. ‘And what the hell are you doing here?’

‘The little bird, your friend with dreadlocks told me your name.’

‘So?’

Oh, how the tables had turned. You would have to apologize to Kuina later on. She probably was scared to death now.

‘It is… refreshing to find someone who is not scared of me.’

You were a little bit after the events of last night, but you were not going to tell him.

You frowned. So that was it? You crossed your arms over your chest, examining the guy while leaning on your doorframe.

‘The other one, the one with the big sword. He is much scarier.’

‘You mean Last Boss?’ Aguni had the littlest smile on his face. It suited him. You couldn’t help but grin back.

‘Oh, you have to be kidding me, that’s not how you call him.’

‘It is.’ His smile grew wider.

‘Well, you see? Point made.’

You stood there, in surprisingly comfortable silence, just looking at each other for a minute or so.

‘Do you want to come in or are you comfortable in the corridor?’ You finally asked, earning another one of those smiles.

You hoped it wouldn’t be the last.