#I'm just trying to find my Niragi

[luvluu]

I Love You, I’m Sorry… Shuntaro Chishiya

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A/N: heyyyy! English is not my first language so I’m sorry if you find any mistake😭 this is also like mi first post everrr… idk if someone is going to read tho.

Thank you for reading if you do!😭🩷

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Angst💔

TW: killing, violence, betraying.

WORDS: 961

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You were part of the military. Aguni brought you in and since then, you were his right hand along with Niragi. Even if Niragi and you were both partners and spent almost half the day together, you never liked him, his desperate attempts to get you into bed were obvious and disgusted you just thinking about it.

Just because you were part of the military didn't mean you were like them. It was true that you were pretty much like the type of people in the group, but you also had your soft side, that side was the side that Chishiya knew, or at least it was the one you thought he knew.

You and Chishiya never got along, your personalities were too different. Your unabashed, outgoing and direct attitude clashed with Chishiya's, who was introverted, independent and above all analytical. You were like oil and water. You liked to tease Chishiya, to throw compliments at him until he got on his nerves and got angry with you, but one day it changed. You were sitting in the moonlight, hugging yourself and trying to get that incident where Niragi almost murdered you in cold blood out of your head.

Chishiya was walking by when he saw you sitting there. He stared at you and finally came closer. You tried to put on your side that never seemed to care about anything, but he already knew something was wrong.

"I knew from the first moment you weren't like them. Not to throw flowers at me, but I'm smart, you know? You can't fool me." It all sounds very cliché, I know, but from that moment on you and Chishiya developed a friendship (although he wouldn't call it that).

Time passed; days, weeks, months maybe, you weren't quite sure, but something else grew between you. Every time you talked to Chishiya you let your guard down, you felt protected with him and deep down, you began to seem important to him.

Eventually, the inevitable happened; first it was hand rubbing, then cuddling after games and it ended with a kiss, a kiss that meant too much to both of you, a kiss that turned into two and then three until you practically moved into Chishiya's room, and even though you weren't a couple it was only a matter of time before it happened.

You were never in favor of Chishiya's plan to steal the cards and even less so when Aguni became leader, but you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him from doing so, but the very day Chishiya got his hands on the cards, everything changed,

A game was set up on The Beach, “The Witch Hunt”. You were not in favor of killing people, you never were, but you knew that being part of the military, it was kill or be killed.

You cursed internally when Niragi, who was supposed to be shooting from the rooftop stopped shooting and you climbed up to the top floor thinking what an idiot the guy was. Chishiya didn't worry you, you knew he was fine, that he could defend himself.

“Niragi what the-?” you stood still as you watched Niragi's flaming body fall into the void and saw Chishiya with his back to you, holding a homemade gun and a riffle. You knew it was him: his hair, his white jacket, his smell, everything... “Chishi?” you asked, watching as he turned around to look at you. You approached him, but when you barely took a step, he raised his gun towards you. You frowned. “Chishi what?” You muttered, not being able to talk even, your head couldn’t think, you just looked at his eyes.

“We both knew” he spoke, you looked at him confused. “I think you are naive if you thought this would go anywhere.”

His gun raised to the level of your chest, he took a couple of steps closer.

"You're taking down The Beach. Don't get me wrong, not that I care, but you guys fucked up my plan. Big time."

Your eyes were already teary, because the person you loved was standing in front of you, pointing a gun at you and suggesting that nothing that happened between you was real.

“No...” you whispered with a broken voice, a tear falling down your cheek. “I'm not like them, remember?” You remembered him desperately, but you knew Chishiya. You lived with him and had shared moments filled with sincerity, and you knew him well enough to know that he was going to shoot, that now that he had come this far he wasn't going to put the gun down. “Please” You cried. Your gun was still in your hand, but you knew you couldn't shoot him, that you wouldn't be able to, because you'd rather die than live without him. “I love you”

“I love you” “I'm sorry” you didn't even notice any pain in his voice, you just felt the impact of a bullet in your stomach and you fell from the rooftop.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. You saw Chishiya lean out to see you fall and then you felt the impact.

Chishiya turned around, unable to see you land against the ground. His gun fell from his hands almost instantly, but he didn't react. He simply raised his head and walked toward the rooftop door. He wasn't going to confess that he regretted it because he was a coward, he knew it from the moment he shot you just because he refused to love someone. He knew it from the moment he decided to kill you because he couldn't risk wanting to die for someone.

Shuntaro Chishiya was a coward, and you were someone stupid enough to fall in love with him.

[ghostlynightpanda]

Hellooo, could you write about an AIB x reader where they play with reader's hair? I love reading ur stories!

AIB Characters react to playing with Reader's hair

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.938 words

Ann

The sun was barely beginning to set, casting long, golden shadows over the cracked concrete of the rooftop. The world below buzzed faintly, but up here, it was quiet. For once.

You sat with your back against a warm metal vent, eyes closed, soaking in the rare calm. This world rarely offered peace, and this—this fleeting quiet—felt like a gift.

Ann sat beside you, cross-legged, boots untied, her ever-calm gaze fixed on the horizon. She didn't speak much, but her silence never felt cold. If anything, it was comforting. Like her presence alone anchored the world.

You felt her shift beside you.

Then, softly—so softly—you felt her fingers comb through your hair.

At first, it startled you. You opened your eyes, glancing sideways.

She didn't look at you. Instead, she let out a soft breath, brushing a lock behind your ear. "You have nice hair," she said, voice almost too quiet to hear. "Smooth. Relaxing to touch."

You blinked, caught between surprise and warmth. "Didn't think you were the type."

She gave the tiniest smirk. "I'm not. Usually."

Her fingers moved slowly, methodically. Not like she was styling or fixing it—but like she was learning its texture, memorizing the softness between her calloused fingertips. It was oddly intimate.

"I used to do this with my sister," she said quietly, almost like confessing something too soft for the world she now lived in. "Before all this."

You didn't know what to say, so you said nothing.

That seemed to be enough for her. She kept going, threading strands through her fingers, smoothing knots without tugging. Her face relaxed. For the first time since you'd met her, she looked almost… peaceful.

"You should let me braid it sometime," she murmured. "Might suit you."

You huffed a small laugh. "You're full of surprises today."

She smiled faintly—just barely—and finally met your gaze.

"So are you."

And with the sun dipping lower and the rooftop cloaked in quiet gold, you sat there—two players, two survivors—in a stillness that felt almost like a different world.

Kuina

The night had fallen, and the city stretched beneath you, a mass of distant lights flickering like forgotten stars. For once, the tension that usually hung in the air was gone—replaced with a stillness that allowed your thoughts to settle.

You sat cross-legged on the rooftop, the cool breeze lifting your hair slightly as you laid back, hair sprawled around you. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply, letting the silence wrap around you like a blanket.

A small sound—gentle but deliberate—caught your attention. You opened your eyes to find Kuina sitting next to you, her legs tucked beneath her as she looked at you with a small, knowing grin.

"Hey," she said, her voice a bit softer than usual. "Your hair's a mess. Want me to fix it?"

You blinked, a little thrown off. Kuina, always so full of energy and fiery spirit, was offering to help you with something so... mundane.

"Uh, sure," you replied, unsure but curious. "I guess."

She didn't waste any time. Her hands moved like she was used to this—confident, practiced. She carefully ran her fingers through your hair, untangling the knots, smoothing down any frizz that had gathered from the wind. You watched her, trying to ignore the fact that her touch was gentle and oddly soothing.

Kuina's hands worked in rhythm, as if she'd braided and styled hair a hundred times before. The contrast of her usually fiery demeanor and this quiet, tender moment was striking.

"Do you braid your hair a lot?" you asked, trying to make conversation, though her focus seemed entirely on what she was doing.

She hummed in acknowledgment, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. It's kind of a habit. You'd be surprised how useful it is to keep your hair out of your face when you're fighting."

You nodded, thinking about the countless times you'd both been thrown into dangerous situations in this strange world. But this moment felt different. It wasn't about fighting or survival. It was just… quiet. Safe.

Soon, you felt her fingers move with more intention, gathering strands into a braid. The motion was smooth, sure. Every twist and pull seemed perfectly timed, and you realized she was very good at this.

"Your hair's pretty soft," Kuina said, her voice playful but with an undercurrent of warmth. "It's kind of relaxing to do this."

You shifted a little. "I didn't think you were the type to care about hair."

Kuina chuckled, a soft, low sound that felt oddly comforting. "I'm not, usually," she admitted. "But sometimes, it's nice to do something that doesn't involve life or death."

There was a brief silence between you two, but it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was more like a shared understanding—a rare peace in the chaos of your lives.

When she finished, she gently tugged at the braid, securing it. "There," Kuina said, her hands moving to inspect her work. "All done. I think it suits you."

You reached up, feeling the neat braid resting over your shoulder. It felt surprisingly… perfect.

"Thanks," you said quietly, the gratitude unexpected, but real.

Kuina flashed a grin at you, her usual mischievous spark returning. "No problem. Besides, I'm pretty good at this. Might teach you how to do it someday."

With that, the two of you fell back into comfortable silence, side by side, watching the lights of the lasers flicker in the distance, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten.

Mira

The sky was darkening, and the faint hum of the Beach filled the air. The usual chaos had quieted down just slightly, leaving the steady rhythm of music and the occasional clink of glasses. It felt like a rare moment of peace, one that Mira seemed to embrace fully.

You found her sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling loosely over the side, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze. Her gaze was distant, as though she were lost in thought, but when she noticed you sitting nearby, a soft smile spread across her lips.

"You look like you could use a little relaxation," she said, her voice calm and velvety. "You've been on edge for too long. Come here."

You weren't sure what she meant, but you found yourself moving closer to her, settling beside her on the edge of the pool.

For a moment, the two of you simply sat there, the wind playing with your hair, the world feeling strangely distant.

Then, without a word, Mira's hand moved to your hair, fingers brushing through the strands with a practiced gentleness. Her touch was light, almost soothing, as she began to play with it.

"Your hair's a bit dry," she murmured, her fingers threading through it, untangling a few knots. "But I can fix that. It's a shame, really. A soft, smooth mane like yours has potential. With a little care, it could be as flawless as mine."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden attention to something as simple as your hair. "You really think so?"

Mira didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued to work with your hair, her fingers gliding through it with skill and ease. "Absolutely," she said finally, a playful edge to her voice. "It's all about proper care. I'm not just looking this good for nothing, you know."

Her tone was teasing, but you could sense a genuine care behind it. It was as if she was sharing a secret with you, a piece of advice only she could give.

"You need to wash your hair with a gentle, nourishing shampoo," she continued, her voice smooth as she slowly smoothed out a small knot. "Something that won't strip it of its natural oils. And, after that, conditioner. Don't be shy with it. You want to keep the moisture in."

She let out a soft sigh as her fingers worked their magic. "See, it's already softer."

You couldn't help but smile. It was strange how something so simple could feel so comforting, especially coming from Mira, someone whose grace and beauty seemed unattainable at times.

She paused for a moment, her fingers gently tugging at a particularly stubborn tangle. "And when you're drying it, never rub it with a towel. That's a mistake a lot of people make. Pat it dry. Gently. That's the secret to keeping it smooth and shiny."

Mira's fingers were tender but precise, the act of grooming almost meditative. You could tell she had spent hours on her own hair, perfecting every strand, but the way she shared these tips with you made you feel like you were in on something special.

"You're the expert, huh?" you asked with a small chuckle, feeling oddly at ease despite the world around you.

Her laughter was soft, but it held the same warmth as her touch. "I'm just someone who appreciates the finer details," she said, a playful smile curving her lips. "And let's face it, who wouldn't want hair as soft as mine?"

She finished by running her fingers down the length of your hair, smoothing it down. There was a moment of silence as she inspected her work, her eyes soft and pleased. "Perfect," she murmured, almost to herself. "You look much better now."

You smiled, feeling a little lighter than before. "Thanks, Mira. I didn't know you cared about stuff like this."

Her eyes flickered with amusement. "You'd be surprised what I care about, dear. Beauty is in everything—even in the smallest details."

And with that, she leaned back slightly, allowing you both to enjoy the soft, quiet moment on the rooftop, the city lights twinkling far below, as if the world had momentarily slowed down just for you.

Aguni

The world felt like it was closing in, the weight of everything that had happened pressing heavily on your chest. The Beach was gone. The flames still haunted your mind, and the looming threat of the King of Spades kept you both on edge. It was only a matter of time before the madness reached you here, deep in the shadows of the forest.

You were lying on your side, curled up against the rough, uneven ground. Exhaustion had finally caught up with you, and despite everything—the adrenaline, the fear, the noise of the world around you—you had drifted off to sleep. Your body craved rest, even if your mind couldn't keep up with the chaos.

Aguni, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. His back was pressed against the gnarled trunk of a tree, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his eyes scanning the darkness. The sounds of the forest were strange, foreign, and unsettling—too many things that didn't belong. The King of Spades was out there, somewhere, hunting. His mind raced with the image of the Beach burning down, the faces of the people he had failed, and the bloodshed that followed.

He tried to breathe through it, to focus on anything other than the memories that were clawing at the edges of his sanity. But it wasn't working.

Then, he glanced down at you.

Your breathing was steady now, calm in the way only sleep could allow. You were safe, for now, and Aguni couldn't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness that he wasn't used to. His gaze lingered on your peaceful form, and before he realized what he was doing, his hand reached out.

It was an impulsive move—one he hadn't planned. His rough fingers brushed lightly against your hair, just testing the softness of it. But the moment his fingers tangled through the strands, something shifted in him. 

The contact, the softness, the stillness—it was soothing, in a way that made no sense at all. The tension in his shoulders, the racing thoughts in his head—they all started to quiet, just a little.

Aguni's hand moved again, his fingers carefully sliding through your hair, the motions slow and deliberate. He didn't know why he was doing it, but it felt… good. 

His mind, still haunted by the screams and fire of the Beach, finally found something to focus on. The sensation of your hair, smooth and soft between his fingers, was like a strange anchor in the storm of his thoughts.

He let out a quiet breath, his fingers gently combing through your hair, the act almost automatic. There was no rushing it, no need to be anywhere or do anything. Just this simple, quiet act of care that calmed him in a way he didn't understand.

He looked down at you again, and the sight of your peaceful face, unaware of his touch, gave him a strange comfort. There were so many things Aguni had seen—so many things he had done—but this? This small, quiet moment, so mundane in the grand scheme of things, felt like something worth holding onto.

He didn't speak. Didn't disturb you. 

He just continued to run his fingers through your hair, each pass smoother than the last. He could feel his heart rate slow, the endless swirl of thoughts and images in his mind settling, quieting.

It wasn't like sleep, but it was close enough.

After a long while, his hand stilled in your hair, and he found himself just watching you, his breath steady. In the midst of the chaos, the violence, and the endless fight for survival, this small act of care had given him something he hadn't realized he needed—peace.

He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, still listening to the sounds of the forest around him. 

He would stay awake. 

He had to. 

But for once, he didn't feel so entirely lost in his thoughts.

And as the minutes passed, the sound of your steady breathing and the warmth of your presence beside him became a small, fleeting anchor in the wild storm of the Borderlands.

Niragi

The sun was setting over the Beach, casting gold and pink over the water. The pool area buzzed faintly with music and chatter — that strange, shallow kind of joy people faked in places like this. After enough games, you realized the partying was less about fun and more about pretending no one was dying.

You were perched on the edge of a lounge chair, knees drawn up, sipping a warm soda and barely listening to whatever nonsense Chishiya and Kuina were quietly arguing about across the deck. You felt someone drop down beside you with a familiar chaotic energy, and you didn't even need to look.

Niragi.

He sprawled out lazily, legs wide, rifle slung across his back like always. His presence was loud, even when he wasn't talking — cocky grin, quick eyes, that ever-present edge that made most people give him a wide berth.

But not you.

You barely blinked as he sat a little too close, like he always did.

"Damn," he muttered after a few seconds, tilting his head to eye you from the side. "You always smell this good, or is that new?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe it's just that no one here showers but me."

He laughed — short, sharp. "Fair."

Then, without warning, his hand reached out and caught a loose strand of your hair between his fingers.

You froze for a moment, ready to swat him away on instinct. But… he didn't pull or tangle or mock. He just twirled the strand slowly around his finger, brows lifting slightly in genuine surprise.

"Shit," he said under his breath. "Your hair's soft."

You blinked. "Okay…?"

He didn't let go. He kept twirling it, like it had suddenly become more interesting than whatever had brought him over in the first place. His fingers moved slowly, the strand slipping over his knuckles, then curling again. There was something oddly focused in the way he did it — like it wasn't a game or a flirtation, just… something he liked.

"Didn't peg you for someone who actually took care of their hair," he muttered absently.

You raised an eyebrow. "What does that even mean?"

He smirked and shrugged, still not letting go. "Dunno. Just... figured everything here would feel like shit eventually. But this?"

Another slow twirl. Another curl around his finger.

"Feels nice."

You stared at him for a second, unsure if this was some long setup to a joke, or if he really had found a moment of peace in a strand of your hair. Then again, Niragi was a mess of contradictions. Violence and charm. Fire and silk. You'd long stopped trying to sort the pieces.

From that day on, it became a habit.

Anytime you sat beside him — on the deck, near the pool, sometimes even in the meeting room — his hand would eventually find its way to your hair. Sometimes he'd pull a strand around his finger like before. Other times, he'd just run his fingers through it, idly, like it helped him think. Or calm down. Or just be.

He never asked. He never said why. And you never stopped him.

In a place where everything was fake — the safety, the smiles, the idea that anyone could escape this alive — the simple act of him toying with your hair felt strangely real.

A small, chaotic comfort.

His fingers, your hair, and silence that didn't demand to be filled.

Last Boss

The Beach was unusually quiet.

The chaos of the most recent games had faded into a numb sort of calm. Barely anyone was celebrating. No wild poolside dancing. Just the hush of exhaustion settling over everyone like humidity in the air. Even the neon glow felt dimmer tonight.

You'd showered the second you got back, trying to wash off more than just sweat and dirt — like maybe if the water was hot enough, it could scrub away the lingering adrenaline and fear too. 

It helped. A little.

Now you found yourself stepping out onto the pool deck, towel draped loosely around your shoulders, hair still damp and clinging to your neck. 

The air was cool against your skin. You spotted him immediately — Last Boss, sitting on the edge of a lounge chair near the water, his katana leaning at arm's reach.

He was alone. Silent. His gaze fixed somewhere far off, like he wasn't really seeing the Beach at all. You didn't speak. You didn't have to. You simply walked over and sat down beside him.

Neither of you said anything. The night didn't ask for conversation.

A few moments passed. The only sound was the soft ripple of water in the pool and the far-off murmur of voices behind glass doors.

Then, quietly, without even glancing at you, Last Boss reached out.

His fingers touched the ends of your damp hair, brushing gently through the wet strands. 

At first it felt accidental — like maybe he hadn't realized what he was doing. 

But he didn't stop. His fingers, calloused and surprisingly careful, began to comb through the slight tangles, moving slowly and deliberately.

You didn't react. Didn't look at him. You just stayed still, letting him do it.

It was unexpected — startling, even — but not unwelcome. His movements weren't rushed, weren't rough. They were calm. Thoughtful. A quiet rhythm in the middle of everything you both didn't say.

Maybe it was the silence between you. Maybe it was the fact that he never really talked much anyway. But this—this simple act—felt like the closest he could come to grounding himself. Or maybe comforting you. Or both.

His fingers reached a small knot, paused, then carefully worked it loose. Still no words.

You didn't ask why. You didn't break the quiet with small talk. Whatever this was — it wasn't about questions or meaning or anything that needed to be said aloud.

It was just him, sitting beside you, gently untangling your hair with a kind of focus he usually reserved for blades and blood.

The stars above the Beach looked fake, like someone had drawn them onto a painted ceiling. But in this still moment, with his touch so strangely careful and your breath finally slowing, the world felt just a little more real.

Time passed, but neither of you moved.

And when his hand stilled and just rested lightly against the ends of your hair, you didn't flinch away.

You let him have his peace.

And in return, he gave you yours.

Chishiya

The game had ended, but the noise hadn't left your head.

It echoed still—panicked breathing, footsteps on broken glass, the sound of a last scream that didn't come from your throat but still seemed to live inside it. You didn't remember how you made it back to the Beach. Only that somehow, your legs carried you there.

You didn't go back to your own room.

You went to his.

Chishiya was already there, seated in the corner chair with his legs casually crossed, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. He looked the same as always—blank, unreadable, like the horror didn't reach him. Like it never could.

He looked at you as you stepped in. Not surprised. Not curious.

Just… looking.

You didn't say anything. You didn't need to.

Without waiting for permission, you walked past him and lowered yourself onto his bed. The sheets were cool, the room quiet, the scent faintly antiseptic—clinical, detached, like him. 

You lay down on your side, facing away, not bothering to explain. You didn't want to be alone, and somehow, being near him didn't feel like company in the overwhelming way other people did.

You heard the chair creak. A soft shuffle of footsteps.

Then the mattress dipped gently behind you.

Chishiya didn't say anything. No questions. No cutting remarks. Just silence.

You thought that might be the end of it—that he'd sit there in his usual stillness until you fell asleep or left.

But then his hand reached out.

Light fingers brushed your hair away from your face. You almost turned, startled by the touch—by the tenderness of it—but something in the movement stopped you. It wasn't calculated. It wasn't showy. It wasn't even particularly intentional.

It was quiet.

His hand trailed down through your hair, slowly combing it with his fingers. Soft. Methodical. Like it gave him something to do. Like it gave his thoughts something to focus on other than how many lives had been lost today—or how close yours had come to joining them.

You stayed still.

He continued.

Each pass was smoother than the last, his fingers learning the rhythm of your hair—where it tangled, where it fell straight, where it curled slightly from sweat and wind and the chaos you had just survived. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.

You knew him well enough by now to understand what this was.

This wasn't him trying to comfort you.

This was him trying to feel anything again.

You exhaled slowly, letting the weight of the day fall into the mattress. The tension in your jaw loosened. The fear in your chest softened. And as Chishiya's fingers continued to glide through your hair, you felt your breathing finally begin to steady.

He wasn't affectionate. Not in the way most people were. But this—this subtle act of presence—meant something.

More than he would ever say aloud.

You closed your eyes, and he didn't stop.

For the first time in what felt like hours, the world didn't feel like it was crushing you.

It was just the two of you. Quiet. Close.

Untangling something neither of you had words for.

Masterlist

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ How aib males comfort you having your period. ♠️

A/N: So, I got something in my mind because it's literally my time to shine ... maybe this makes me feel a little better. 🫠

Summary: You're fighting for life and death, nobody understands why the streets are empty or how you got to the Borderland in the first place, and as if all that wasn't stressful enough, you also get your period. It feels like anything is possible here, but your body is definitely no exception. On an evening when everyone at the beach is trying to have a good time, you prefer to stay in your room and snuggle up in your bed while you pout to yourself and don't feel like doing anything.

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: fem!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

Not gonna lie, I guess Aguni would be the man a woman would need the most in that time of the moth. I see him as someone who wouldn't be too intrusive but also doesn't make you feel like he doesn't care about you. He knows you well enough to know that chasing you out of bed or out of your room is pointless. As number one, he has to hold the position at the Beach, but that doesn't stop him from at least checking up on you.

And when he finds you in the room, as expected, he prefers to just stand at the door and look at you from there, asking something like:

"Do you need something?" "Are you in a lot of pain?" "Can I do something for you?" "Wanna be alone?"

Aguni is a man. He isn't just a boy anymore who would play down your suffering - your pain - or exaggerate it. Want him to leave? He will. Want him to join you for a moment? He will. Want some cookies or some other snacks and candies? He will bringt them to you.

It's that easy for him, there is nothing to discuss about.

A r i s u

Different from Aguni, Arisu would be the one who is the less experienced in that kind of topic. I can imagine he wouldn't even understand whats going on. So he asks you lots of questions, when he realizes you aren't with your and his own friends but instead lay in bed, impassive.

"Y/N, is something wrong?" "Did something happen?" "Has someone important-?" "I don't understand why you are in such a bad mood. Please, tell me, I can't help when I don't know what's wrong with you."

Let's be honest: yes, in the first place some of us girls and young women would feel a little annoyed by all his questions, but it's not his intention to! So, we shouldn't be such bitches and tell him at least the truth:

"I got my period today and ... yeah, that's it."

He may not have much experience with it, but we all know he's not stupid.

"Well ... I saw a plate of chocolate chip cookies in the lobby earlier. Shall I steal them and bring them up to you?"

Yes, king, please, steal the cookies ... ! 🫶🏻✨

C h i s h i y a

Definitely the most annoying and strenuous of all. Sorry, you know I love you, but you just know too much!

"From a medical point of view, physical activity relieves the pain of cramps." "Carbonated drinks should be avoided. The same goes for drinks with caffeine. This only exacerbates the pain." "Heat can help. And I'm not talking about the warmth provided by your comforter, but by hot water bottles or warm teas, for example - while we're on the subject of drinks."

Good tips, but nothing you want to hear in moments like these. No, really, we won't, darlin'.

"Don't you have anything better to do right now than bother me with your factual knowledge, Chishiya?"

He and Niragi would be the two most likely to awaken the monster in you.

"There are enough days left on my visa." "Means there is enough time to bother you with my factual knowledge."

... At least he takes his time for you and spends his day with you in bed, you can't deny you enjoy this a lot, honey. Neither can I ...

K a r u b e

A mixture of Aguni and Arisu, I think. I don't think he would be that calm like Aguni is and I don't think he would be as lost as Arisu is in that kind of topic. Karube knows that we normally get our period again every month, the only question is how long you've been a couple.

You have to get to know behaviors. Aguni is a man with a little more life experience than most. For him, all kinds of behavioral changes in women are not without reason and are often obvious- but for Karube? Hard to say, but as loyal and optimistic as he is, I think you will have good cards with him at your side.

At least he can see that you're not doing well. The reason doesn't matter at this point, only the fact counts for him and he automatically makes it his goal to see you laughing again, or at least smiling. So, Karube would stay with you in bed, no matter what. Except his visa says he will die tonight, then sorry, we have to let him go for a game ...

Time in bed includes much of cuddles, less talking but much little kisses all over your face, especially when it comes to your forehead and your cheeks. And when you look up to him, he will take the chance putting you a small kiss on the tip of your nose, finally making you giggle a little.

He loves hearing your laugh- most when he is the reason for it.

N i r a g i

I don't know why, but I just can't hate him, help.

The past often plays a major role in how a person develops over the course of their life. Niragi didn't have it easy back then and you are aware of that. But that's also why you're aware that he's not the best person to talk to in cases like this.

You can try to deal with it on your own, but that won't do you any good. And you can't hide anything from him either, which is why he will come up with the idea of visiting you in your room all by himself at some point. When he finds you, he just looks at you in irritation and says things that aren't bad, but in view of your situation … well, let's just say he is not that good with words and he can be happy that you know it.

"Laying in bed all day?" "What's that pout on your face, has someone upset you?" "Come on, let's get moving, the fun is just beginning."

And when you tell him, you are in a bad mood and he should just leave you alone, he is saying something he'll maye regret in just a few seconds ... or minutes ... or never.

"Why are you kicking me out now, are you on your period or-"

Believe me, Niragi IS regreting what he was saying. From that moment on, where you just sat up, gripping one of the pillows next to you, only to immediately throw it at him. Thanks to his reflexes, he is able to catch it- now he is just speechless, staring at you with his mouth, formed as an "o".

"I- ... Gotta get you some snacks."

"You better do, Suguru."

[thecheshireprincess]

Peek Inside My WIP Folder 👀

UPDATED 5/30/2025

i absolutely love when you guys send me requests✨️ you have no idea how honored i feel to write these stories for you - thank you for trusting me to do so 🥹 i have made the difficult decision to close my requests for the summer, but i plan to re-open them August 17th!

here are my current works in progress (requests and non-requests); i have given them all tentative release dates so that i can feel more structured and organized as i write✨️i really will be trying to stick to this schedule, but sometimes inspiration happens when it happens!

quick reminder that i don't typically answer asks until i have your story ready to publish (unless i need more information from you and you've requested anonymously). i will, however, answer an ask if i choose to decline the request, so if you haven't heard back yet, check below because it's probably being worked on! 💕

💕 - Fluff

💔 - Angst/Hurt

🔥 - Smut

✨️ - Part of a series or collection

Also, my regular titles will always be in white (or black if you're on desktop), smut fics will have titles in red

One Shots and Requests:

Completed, but Unpublished (Final Editing) ♤

What Are We? (Satoru Gojo x F!Reader x Suguru Geto) 🔥💕✨️ - An introductory piece to a multichapter series I've been writing; three childhood best friends try to figure out their feelings for one another starting in the most obvious place, the bedroom

Let Me Hear You (Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥 - Quiet Part II; If the aphrodisiac has worn off, why does Chishiya want to wake up the entire Beach with your noises?

House of Mirrors (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥- You find yourself stuck in a funhouse with Chishiya during a game; why not make use of the mirrors? - June 2nd

I Warned You (Chishiya x Pregnant!Reader)🔥💕- Part two to I Changed My Mind - June 18th

Can You Keep A Secret? (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💕✨️- Three times Niragi asked Chishiya to hide something from you, and the one time Chishiya asks Niragi to keep a secret for him -> A The Game Itself one-shot - July 1st

Get A Room (Kyuma x GN! Reader) 💕- A collection of times that Kyuma's friends have told the two of you to get a room - July 7th

The Year of Linen (Karube x F!Reader) 💕🔥 - Karube wants to stick with tradition for your four year anniversary celebration ❤️ - July 14th

What Really Matters (Hatter x F!Reader x Aguni) 💔💕🔥 - Hatter has gone off the deep end with running The Beach; you and Aguni try to remind him of what really matters - July 16th

In Editing ♡

Fight Club (Chishiya x M!Reader x Niragi) 🔥💕- You were a skilled boxer back in the old world; it turns out that your quiet nature and built physique makes you a very hot commodity at The Beach. Requested - June 7th

Seeing Double (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕💔 - You are the twin sister of a certain manipulative blonde; you seem sweet, but will Niragi get more than he's bargained for when he hits on you? Requested - June 10th

Show Us (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 🔥- A continuation of Cat and Mouse - June 27th

Feel You (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💔🔥 - After a nightmarish game night, Chishiya just wants to feel that you're still with him - July 2nd

I Hate That I'll Always Love You (Niragi x F!Reader) 💔🔥 - Sometimes love (and lust) just isn't enough - July 12th

In Writing ◇

Confession (Tatta x F!Reader) 💕- Tatta has a major crush on Reader; no way she will ever feel the same, right? - June 8th

Domination (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥- For a normally composed and controlled person, being in the bedroom with you makes Chishiya throw that out the window; possible addition of Niragi as well bc 🤤Requested - June 11th

Not So Hidden (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 🔥- Part two to Hidden in Plain Sight - June 15th

You Think I'm Beautiful? (Chishiya x Femboy!Reader)🔥- You're afraid to ask your crush if he finds you attractive or not, but lucky for you, Chishiya is prepared to show you just how beautiful he finds you Requested - June 21st

I'll Kill Him (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥 - You and Chishiya find something to do in the security room during Witch Hunt; the latter vows to kill Niragi after he catches you staring Requested - June 25th

Fixation (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥💕- Doctor Chishiya is obsessed with trying to get you pregnant; Requested - July 9th

Tag, You're It (Tatta x F!Reader) 💕- Best friends to lovers Tatta and Reader when they are dumped into Borderland and forced to play Tag Requested - July 11th

I Only Have Eyes for You (Chishiya x F!Reader) 💕💔 - As a cosplayer at a major anime convention, you're used to receiving a lot of attention. When you drag Chishiya along for the day, he gets jealous of all the eyes on you; it's up to you to remind him you only have eyes for him (and lots of fictional men)

Ideas ♧

These are works that I will be writing, I just haven't put any words to paper yet. OR they were requests that just came into my inbox, and I haven't had a chance to brainstorm yet 🫶🏻

SO MANY oneshots from The Game Itself Universe 💕🔥💔✨️

Stage Five Clinger (Chishiya x GN!Reader + Niragi x GN!Reader) 💕🔥 - Headcannons of how Chishiya and Niragi would react to a very clingy reader; pre, during, and post-Borderland

Series and Collections:

The Game Itself (In Progress) - Fridays, rotating weeks with Princess of Diamonds

Next Update: Chapter IX on May 30th

Princess of Diamonds (In Progress) - Mondays, rotating weeks with The Game Itself

Next Update: Part II on June 2nd

One Look Collection (In Progress):

Un-announced (Surprise) Story (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕🔥- May 30th

The Beginning (Niragi x F!Reader) 💕 - How you changed the trajectory of Niragi's life with just one look - May 31st

Three un-named stories that add a new story arc to the One Look Collection Universe 💕🔥 story arc shelved, possibly permanently

*After The Beginning is posted, I will be putting this collection on hiatus in favor of other works. I just don't have it in me to write for this Reader and Niragi right now 💔

Castles and Crowns Collection (Collection Announcement Coming May 26th) - Will update on Thursdays

My AiB x Disney crossover AU collection! I will be turning AiB characters into Disney Princes/Princesses and pairing them either with you or each other ✨️ Totally willing to take requests for certain pairings if you have them 💕

Tale As Old As Time (Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi) 💕💔- May 29th

Part of Your World (Kuina x Ann) 💕- June 5th

Deception (Series Announcement Coming July 16th) - Will update on Mondays, rotating weeks with The Game Itself

Formerly known as Queen of Diamonds (F!Reader, undecided love interest) 💕💔

As the Queen of Diamonds, you travel to The Beach with Mira and Kuzuryu; this is the story of disguising yourself as a regular player, potentially falling into the trap of love with one, and how that will play out when the second phase begins. Requested

Next Update: Chapter I on July 21st

Un-announced Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi Series 💕🔥💔(Series Announcement Coming Soon)

Un-announced Kyuma x F!Reader Series 💕🔥💔(Series Announcement Coming Soon)

Un-announced Suguru Geto x F!Reader x Satoru Gojo Series 💕🔥💔(Series Announcement Coming Soon)

OKAY 🫶🏻✨️ what are you guys excited to see?

Masterlist

[iwritejustforfun]

Coconut scented ꩜ .ᐟ (part 3)

part 1 👈

part 2 👈

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

Word counts:

Summary: Reader was a hairdresser back in the normal world, when she met Chishiya, she was determined to take care of his hair.

Warning: The last part of the series, a lot of swearing, use of drugs, smut. I used different colors to distinguish each character's words.

Writer's note: English is not my first language so i'm extremely sorry if my grammar is not correct, feel free to correct me, thank you and enjoy 🫶

At the time, you acted without thinking, you didn't realize what you were doing until you were on top of him. And now, you can't get those memories out of your head, the sight of him just sitting under you like a good boy, the way he gasped and jerked slightly every time you suddenly moved, and the way he stared at you made you want to ride him right then and there. You could clearly feel him getting hard but tried your best to ignore it by focusing on your work, and fuck, it made you so damn wet.

And it was no different with Chishiya, he really tried his best not to push you down and eat you right then and there, he didn't know what would have happened if Kuina hadn't been there. The way your legs were spread and wrapped around him, your soft skin caressing him, and the way you focused on him while biting your lips made him almost lose control. He wanted to touch you so bad.

Despite all those dirty thoughts, you both pretended to be innocent in front of each other. Everything seemed normal to everyone else, but in reality, you two were on the verge of exploding. How the hell do people manage to hide their feelings??? And things kept going on like that for a while, until...

It was one of those days when you didn't wear a hoodie, so you just walked around in your little black bikini, unintentionally attracting a lot of attention. You were standing at the bar, wanting to order a drink, but there were a lot of eyes glued to you, men were looking at you like you were their prey. Chishiya saw what was happening, he was worried and rightly so, because here comes Niragi. That bastard walked up and tried to talk to you, and- what? that bitch just sneakily slipped something into your drink, oohh he is so dead. Just as you were about to pick up your drink, Chishiya suddenly appeared and snatched it out of your hand, immediately chunking it down.

“Hey! That was mine!!??” – you whined, taken by surprise. His actions clearly angered Niragi, who lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing??” – he growled.

“Don’t try to play it off, I saw what you did” – he said, wiping his mouth.

“Huh?”

He pushed Niragi off of him, glaring at him maliciously – “Are you really so pathetic that you have to drug a girl to get her into bed with you?”. Your eyes widened, shocked at his words.

“That is none of your business you little cunt-”. Just as Niragi was going to punch him, you flew in and gifted him a kick in the stomach, making him stubble onto the ground, grunting loudy. You quickly grabbed Chishiya's hand and dragged him away, you knew how dangerous Niragi could be.

You ran without looking back and only stopped when you both arrived at the rooftop. Luckily the door there was lockable, and that’s what you did, hoping that Niragi won’t come there to find you. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt Chishiya fall onto you. His body pressed yours against the wall, his head resting on your shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Chishiya? Is something wrong?” – you moved over and put your hand on his shoulder, worried.

“I was drugged, remember?” – he let out a breathy chuckle.

Oh.

Oh.

Shit, what are you going to do? That’s when you noticed his gaze on you, it was… hungry. His eyes were observing you, staring at you intensely, clearly wasn’t trying to hide his lust. He looked so miserable, his breath was fanning on your neck and you can feel his cock violently throbbing through his pants, making your breath hitch. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Y/n…” – he panted on your shoulder, his body pressed against yours to try to create some friction, his hands seemed uncontrollable, he kept squeezing and rubbing soft circles on your waist. Still, he tried his best to contain himself while his eyes pleaded into yours, whining like a wounded puppy. Damn, how much self-control does this man have? Looking at him in that state was getting you all worked up, you.were.wet.

“Fuck me” – you finally gave in.

“W-what??”

“I said, fu-” – he cut you off with a kiss, he couldn’t help it anymore (it wasn’t like he didn’t hear you, he was just shock). The kiss was deep and messy, he was trying to taste you as much as he could, devouring you. Then he eagerly pushed your bikini bottom aside and slide his fingers through your folds, exploring your wetness, making you moan softly into his mouth. He wanted to take his time with you, he really did, but he was going crazy from the effects of the drugs. Met with his pleading eyes, you gave him a knowing look then went down to give his neck little bites and kisses, making him throw his head back with a grunt.

He slowly entered two fingers, afraid to hurt you, but the moan you gave him encouraged him to go deeper, curling those fingers up inside of you. He set a steady pace while slowly kissing your neck, marking you up, his other hand grabs your waist to keep you in place. You knew he was good with his hands but you never expected his fingers could make you feel this good, he kept hitting your spot over and over, drawing you closer to the edge.

“C-Chishiya… I’m gonna-”

“Shh… I know, good girl”

You didn't even have to tell him, that man knew he was making you feel good. It only took him a few more seconds to make you cum all over his fingers, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed and moaning softly, trying to catch your breath. But he didn’t give you much time before turning your back against his and pining you against the wall. You could hear him taking off his swimming trunks and couldn’t help but steal a peek, fuck he’s huge, you didn’t expect that for such a tiny man- but how was he going to fit???

“Relax, it will fit” – he smirked, he knew what you were thinking from just looking at you.

Without saying another word, his tip quickly met your entrance, teasing you a little before carefully entering. He stretched you out deliciously, filling you up so well. You both moaned when he bottomed out inside of you, fuck, he wasn’t even moving and you’re already feeling this good.

He started at a slow pace so you could get used it, then slowly sped up until he’s slamming into you like a beast in heat. You were moaning uncontrollably, his cock felt so good inside of you. Then he firmly grabbed your hair, pulling your head back onto his chest.

“That’s right… you’re doing so good, moan louder for that bastard to hear” - he whispered praises in your ear, making you even hornier.

His other hand is skillfully playing with your nipple, flicking it with his fingers. You could feel another orgasm coming and started moaning louder, he noticed, so that hand went down to draw tight circles around your sensitive clit, making your legs shake. You wanted to tell him, but he was making you feel so good that you couldn’t even form words, you could only utter inaudible words.

“I know baby, just cum on my cock, yeah?”

Fuck, his words brought you straight to the edge, your second orgasm came crashing over you, making your body shake violently. Chishiya’s not far behind you, with only a few more thrusts, he pulled out and came all over you, coating your back with his thick cum.

After you both came down from your high, he pulled you in for a soft kiss –“I’ll talk to The Hatter and Aguni to make sure that never happens again”.

You felt safe in his arms.

[AAAAAAA here’s the long awaited part 3, i was having problems with my mental health so i postponed writing for a while, sorry for making you wait so long, i really hope this is worth it 😭🫶]

[claryshifts]

How to Safely Shift to Dangerous DRs

I've seen a lot of posts about people going to apocalyptic DRs and honestly, that's scary! To me, just scripting "I don't get traumatized" isn't going to help you when you shift back to this reality where that doesn't apply.

I know a lot of yall really just wanna meet the characters, so here are a few of the DRs I see and how to make it safer...

-Alice in Borderland:

this one is easier for me to discuss because I LOVE AiB and already have a DR for that ehehe. First off... if you really need to script some edgy lore at least script that you blocked out the trauma in THAT reality so you really don't even remember the lore. Script you have a super long Visa and every death in those games you've been in happened far from you so you never saw them coming. Script Niragi isn't a grapist asshole. The beach isn't a game site.

-The Walking Dead:

You can script you always find food and water, pick some cute comfortable outfits, script that you basically barely ever see walkers, and as you all know, in this world, it's the people that's the problem, so script you don't run into dangerous people! and ofc... you and the people you care about don't get bit, killed, or injured

-Criminal Minds:

You can script you're a computer analysis like Garcia or honestly you can pick any other career. Like I'll gladly be a pop star by day and the one who blows out Spencer Reid's back every night. Who said that...? not me... I might make a Criminal Minds dr....

-American Horror Story:

sigh idek ok I've seen some of s1 so I'll use that since I think that's the favorite season. I'm assuming you're a Tate fan and if that's the case, you can script that you knew him before *the incident*. Hell, you can say your love for him and shit kept him from snapping and looking at the way he acts I'm convinced he would've been such a cuddle bug subby baby but nooooo

-Resident Evil:

Many points similar to The Walking Dead if you're going by the original movies. If you're going by the OG og, the games, literally just don't be involved with the Umbrella nonsense. Script that every outbreak happens in a city YOU AINT IN. or just script you're in a time period with no outbreaks so you can cozy up with pookie Leon or whoever. If you really want to be involved for whatever reason, try some of the Walking Dead advice

-Dead By Daylight:

i can't believe i've seen people have this DR. idek hat to tell you. Delete your script

-Annabelle: Creation:

EXCUSE ME? Pls say sike rn ain't no way I saw that before on shiftok delete your script too

Basic Things To Script in Any DR:

-you are never injured and ofc never killed

-no one you love gets injured or killed

-you are never forced to do anything

-you never endure any traumatic events

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MY INBOX IS OPEN 😡 😡 😡 

[realisticjupiter]

Hi omg I’ve stumbled across your account and love it! Could you do a chishiya fic with reader that’s friends with arisu and Usagi. When chishiya betrays them reader also feels betrayed (he was just trying to protect them tho) so they don’t trust him then they somehow end up in Jack of hearts game and he has to convince reader to trust him. Maybe he does a lil confession. Sorry my English isn’t great.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: chishiya tries to get you to trust him, even after what he did at the beach.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: none

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 660

A/N: Your English is great, thank you so much for the request! I kinda hate this but hopefully you guys have a better perspective then I do!

Chishiya didn't care about anyone but himself, and you had to find out the hard way.

The way he stared at you across the room as Niragi kicked and yelled at Arisu, shaming him for being so stupid. It was infuriating. You could feel his smirk digging into your skin, his lips whispering words of betrayal.

You were lucky, Chishiya told you to stick with Kuina. You wouldn't get hurt, he knew that, but you didn't.

It was hard to listen to anything around you when you realized this entire game was about trust, the collar on your neck clicking when you entered the Jack of Hearts.

The Cheshire man in front of you tried to convince you that you could trust each other, claiming we've never done each other wrong.

You scoffed as Chishiya continued to speak. "What?" He asked, raising a brow as he ate the cookies in hand.

"We can trust each other? Seriously?" You stared at him, brows curled together as you spoke. "After what you pulled at the beach, I'm doubting that statement is even true." That's when he realized exactly what this was about, and he couldn't say he blamed you.

"You didn't get caught." He stated matter-a-factly, eyeing his snack in hand to see how many were left inside.

"I could've!" You snapped back, your words were harsh and it was clearly visible to Chishiya how angry you were.

"This isn't the best game to doubt each other's trustworthiness." Chishiya sighed, looking up to catch your eye. He tilted his head to the side as he did so.

"I don't care. It was pathetic, Chishiya. Arisu could've died." You rolled your eyes, standing from the table to walk away.

Chishiya stood up and followed closely behind you, watching the people pass with narrow eyes.

As you walked past one of the cells to walk anywhere but near him, a hand grabbed onto your arm and pulled you inside; gaining a shocked gasp from your lips.

"What the hell?" You groaned, standing in front of Chishiya with a far more annoyed expression than earlier.

"You didn't get caught because I didn't let you." He crossed his arms, waiting for you to interrupt him; but you didn't.

"Why do you think I told you to be on watch with Kuina? Because I knew she wouldn't be treated like a traitor." He spoke again, breathing sharp throughout his nose.

"Why?" You asked, your voice calming down as you spoke.

Chishiya sighed at the question, his eyes now avoiding yours as his brain moved faster than he could handle.

"Because--" He paused, unable to find the words; if there even was any.

You stood patient, waiting for him to finish his abandoned sentence.

"Because, I actually like you." He admitted, sliding his arms down into pockets. His eyes now on yours, studying your face with a fear of rejection.

"I thought you didn't like getting attached? What happened to that?" You asked with genuine curiosity, wondering what he saw in you that he couldn't see in anyone else.

He almost laughed at your words, shaking his head with a small smirk as he looked down at his feet. "You're smart. I'm sure you'll see why." He grinned, looking up at you.

You scoffed, but couldn't help the growing smile on your face. "Okay, genius. Just because you like me doesn't mean we're even." You laughed. "But--I don't really have a choice. And sure, I will trust you. Just for this game, until I figure out feelings of my own." You nodded, crossing your arms against your chest.

Chishiya nodded, taking in every word you had to offer. "Okay." He replied, sticking his hand out as if asking for a handshake.

Your smile widened at his open hand, completely ignoring it to pull him into the soft embrace of a kiss. A kiss he found himself melting into--a kiss he wished would never end.

reposts and comments are appreciated<3

[bangtaninborderland]

NIRAGI: Consent

Summary: You don’t feel too good about trying something new, luckily Niragi takes the time to listen, his solution bringing you comfort.

Genre: smut, comfort, 18+, requested.

A/N: this was a small idea I had for request that gave a very vague description, I hope you like it! It’s not too long but I thought it was cute, remember consent and through discussions are sexy.

Warning: fingering, kink discussion, edging.

Alice In Boderland Masterlist

"Where are yo-" Niragi stopped in the doorway, mouth shaped in an o as he looks at you crying.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, holding the rope he had asked you to get. "I can't."

"Can't?" He shook his head, padding over to you.

The bed sink a little as he sat beside you, arm pulling you in for a hug. "Come here, baby. Talk to me.”

“I wanted to try it for you, I know how much you like that stuff I just don’t know how to stop panicking every time I think about being restrained.” You explained through a series of heavy breaths, the scent of his cologne calming you somewhat.

“Pretty girl, what am I going to do with you hm? You wanted to please me so bad that you wanted to try something even when you were scared?” He chuckled, reaching to brush your tears from your face.

You nodded, leaning further into him. “I wanted to be good I really did, I just… I can’t.”

He pulled you into his lap, securing his arms around you. The warmth of his frame pressed against yours only brought you a sense of comfort you were desperate for. “The thing about bondage and kinks darling is that they are supposed to be enjoyable, you can still be good and not be ready to try things that make you feel sad or uncomfortable. I would never expect you to do something that made you feel uncomfortable in a bad way.”

“I know you like it though.” You sniffled, your head resting against his collarbone. “I don’t like it when we can’t do the things you like because you’re so good to me, you take care of me and I want to do that for you too.”

“Doll, look at me.” He breathed, hand coming up to guide your chin, smiling when your gaze landed on him. “There’s an awful lot that you do for me, when you give me your trust during a scene you’re doing something for me, when you cheer me up on a bad day you’re doing a lot for me, your presence, your laugh, even our conversations does a lot for me. In the past, I wasn’t the best with my anger but having you here helped, I learned to be a better man because I had you. Don’t ever downplay what you’ve done or who you are because you can’t do one thing, one thing that, in comparison to all the other amazing things you’ve done, is nothing.”

“It’s just…” you trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I want you to be happy with me, I don’t want you to think I’m incapable.”

He hummed, finger tapping against your leg. “Do you trust me, baby?”

You nodded instantly. “With my life.” You firmed your voice, wanting to show how much you meant the declaration.

“Lay down.” He motioned to the bed, helping you off his lap.

You laid the way he directed you, head on the pillow.

He gave you a smile. “Now hold your hands above your head and don’t let go of the headboard.”

You followed his request, gripping it tightly. “I won’t let go.”

You watched as he trailed his hands up and down your thighs, goosebumps forming over your skin. “So pretty, so good baby.”

You preened at the praise, letting your eyes flutter closed as he continued moving. You tensed your legs as his hand slid under your shirt, finger tracing your nipple. “Look at you staying still, don’t even need ropes when you’re so good at listening.”

His touch mixed with the praise only served to encourage your arousal, but still, you remained in place, wanting to show him just how well you could behave. “Feel s’ good.”

“Remember be still sweetheart.” He whispered, his finger moving down to trace your pussy from the outside of your underwear. “Who does this belong to?”

“Y-you.” You stuttered. “Only yours.”

He hummed, pleased with your response. Your grip on the headboard tightened as he pushed your underwear to the side, finger sliding up and down your folds before dipping inside of your hole. “Fuck.” You nibbled at your lip, resisting the urge to buck your hips for more.

“So wet for me, who knew my baby could get turned on so easily?” He teased, slipping another finger in.

“More-more p-please.” You whined, knuckles turning white.

“Whatever you say doll.” He chuckled, fingers picking up the pace as he slid them in and out, curving them up now and again to brush against your g-spot.

You kept still and he fucked your cunt with his fingers, your moans growing from a small whimper to throaty grand, your toes clenching and unclenching. “Gonna-gonna cum.” You blabbered out, words slurred.

He pumped his fingers into you a few more times, bringing your orgasm to the edge just one more and you’d-

Your eyes shot open as he removed his fingers, wiping them on a nearby cloth. “Wh-what?” You felt your orgasm slipping away, still not daring to move.”

“Relax darling, deep breaths. You’re going to sit there and not move, don’t touch, I’ll be right back.” You knew he wanted you to let your orgasm go, forgetting the idea of having one today. Despite how desperate you felt to just rub your thighs together, how easy it would be to reach down and find the pleasure you were slowly losing you didn’t. You stayed still.

You were sure it had been at least 10 minutes when he came back into the room, a bottle of water in hand. “You can let go now, come to me.”

You crawled over to him, he had sat on the edge of the bed making it easier for you. He uncapped the water bottle pushing it to you. “Drink.”

You accepted it, only realising how dry your throat had got once the cool water slid down it. “Thank you.”

“Do you know why I asked you to do that?” He raised an eyebrow, taking the water bottle back from you before closing it and placing it on the floor. “Do you know why I told you to stay there?”

You shook your head, you knew he had a reason but it wasn’t entirely clear. “I didn’t need a piece of rope to keep you still, you listened so well and you didn’t move, you made me so proud. Despite the fact you could have moved you didn’t, you still submitted and followed what I had instructed you to do. That’s a thousand times more satisfying than having you tied up.”

You let the words settle in your mind, he was right, somehow you understood the way it made him feel. “I really wanted to show you I could be good.” You explained, wanting to make up for your inability to be tied.

“You’re always good, when something pushes your limits I will never force you to do it. I will never force you into an uncomfortable situation for my own gain. There are always options and other things that can be tried.” It was moments like these, tired from playing, his hand running through your hair as you laid your head on his thigh where everything just felt right, felt perfect.

“You edged me.” You simplified. “You edged me, you gave me the ability to take what I wanted but you knew I wouldn’t.”

“Correct baby.” He laughed. “You did so good, I knew you’d listen.”

“How did you know I didn’t…you left the room.” You outed, turning to look up at him.

“I stayed by the doorway, I’d never leave you during a scene.” His smile turns a little more serious. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you.” You smile, tucking your face away against him.

He leans down placing a kiss on your head. “I love you too pretty girl.”

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I’m legit so torn over your poll cause on the one hand I feel your Chishiya values his partners and would wanna tell them his plan, but on the other hand reader may need more protection or feel more conflicted than Niragi so maybe he’d just tell Niragi especially to ensure readers safety, but on the OTHER hand what if he wants to ensure nothing goes wrong with the plan and having people pretend and so he thinks not telling them at all is doing more good 😩

Oh my golly gosh. My first ask? Hello. What is happening to me right now? I made a fic about Chishiya thinking it would legit go nowhere, now I have a collection of stories, a taglist and people who actually enjoy what I'm doing. Like, what is my life right now?

I love that you know how Love Line Chishiya views his partners.

This is why I put the poll up, because I was and still am so conflicted. Because Chishiya doesn't want this to go wrong. He wants for reader and Niragi to be safe. He wants Kuina to be safe. Niragi could react in so many ways if he finds out. He could agree, be on board and be the eyes on the inside.

Or he could agree but not do anything, just watching for just in case. He could disagree and do nothing, or try to get Chishiya to stop. A part of me is very tempted to make alternate versions, maybe? Idk. I'm gonna see how the poll ends and then if any of the options do really well, I may make the alternate versions but we'll see.

Thank you for reading these crazy little stories I've made and for supporting me. And thank you for being my first ask. Right, I am waffling on now so I'm gonna stop.

Thank you again @potato-vagina

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone! I'm not really that new to Tumblr, so I do know how this whole thing works. I just kinda deleted my old acc, and made this one for a fresh start so yeah:)

You can find my Masterlist here!

Do's

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Girl x girl

Gender nuetral reader/non binary reader

Platonic age gaps

PLATONIC family pieces (like, brother x sister, sister x sister, platonic stuff yk)

Don'ts

Rape

Huge age gaps (from four years apart and up)

Incest

Yandre/Tsundre

Character x animal/furry kinda thing

Kidnapping (unless it is part of a story and the kidnapper is platonic e.g. the grabber x platonic!reader etc)

A scenario in which the reader dies

Spirit x Reader (like a ghost kind of spirit, because that's js weird)

Specific AU's (e.g. Mafia!Seungcheol x reader. In general I js think it's a no)

anything anal (just no)

People who I write for:

Seventeen

All members

Alice In Borderland

Shuntaro Chishiya

Yuzuha Usagi

Ryohei Arisu

Kuina

Ann

Suguru Niragi

Ginji Kyuma

Daikichi Karube

Mira

Aguni

Akane Heiya

Kotoko Shiga

Sunato Banda

Kōdai Tatta

Oki Yaba

All Of Us Are Dead

Lee Su-hyeok

Choi Nam-ra

Lee Cheong-san

Nam On-jo

Yoon Gwi-nam

Park Mi-jin

Jang Ha-ri

Jang Woo-jin

Min Eun-ji

Han Gyeong-su

Yang Dae-su

Stray Kids

All members

BTS

All members

Blackpink

All members

Any Kpop groups

Squid Game

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang Jun ho

Abdul Ali

Front Man

Cho Sang woo

The salesman

Twisted Series

Alex Volkov

Rhys Larsen

Josh Chen

Christian Harper

Ava Chen

Bridget Von Aschenberg

Jules Ambrose

Stella Alonso

King of Sin Series

Dante Russo

Kai Young

Dominic Davenport

Xavier Castillo

Vivian Lau

Isabella Valencia

Alessandra Davenport

Sloane Kensington

There might be more added to this, but I will try to make a Masterlist sometime soon. So cya, and have a lovely day. Don't forget to drink water and eat something, love you all!

[some-kindof-cryptid]

Heart of Hearts 7 ♥️♦️

Summary - To cap off the worst year of her life, Kutsuki Hotaru is thrown into an unknown world where everyone in Tokyo has disappeared. She's forced to play games to survive and dark memories catch up to her. Can some coincidental encounters with someone from her real life help her escape from the Borderlands?

CW/TW - violence, character death, attempted s*xual a*sault, but also Niragi in general again

SA scene will be in this font so you can skip it

Chapter 7 - LOVE & WAR愛と戦争

Warm rays of sunlight hit Hotaru's arm, the only part of her left outside of the comforter. She rubs her eyes, peeking out of the covers. Squinting, she can make out a blurry outline of Chishiya, still in the same spot by the window.

His head is leaning against the wall behind him, his eyes shut. He had his hands in the pockets of his white jacket and the hood over his head. Everything that had happened the previous night rushed back to her as a jolt of pain shot through her abdomen.

Chishiya's eyes open instantly as she gasps, "What is it?" He's uncovering her, lifting the bandage on her stomach, "I told you not to rip your stitches."

"I didn't, I just-" she crosses her arms over her chest, covering herself, "I just forgot about… everything for a moment," she trails off, looking around.

"Looking for something?" He asks, placing a new bandage on.

"Did my shirt survive?"

"Mm," he leaves for a moment, emerging from the bathroom soon after, "Usagi got all the stains out for you," he tosses her the flannel.

Hotaru catches it, sliding it on and rubbing her arms after buttoning it closed, "I'll have to find her and thank her," she says as he replaces the bandage on her leg.

"Can you walk?" He asks, holding his hand out to her.

Hotaru takes his hand, his other one going to her shoulder to help her sit up. She groans, her free hand grabbing his arm. His body is stiff as she moves her hand to his shoulder, turning so her legs were over the bed.

He straightens up again, holding out a hair tie to her, "Oh, it's okay, they're still in braids-" her hand goes to her hair, which is down and clean? "Who-"

"Kuina came back here every time she wasn't on watch, she spent hours cleaning you up without moving you,"

"I think I'm in love with her," Hotaru smiles, tying her hair into a low ponytail, "Oh!" She exclaims, grabbing his arm again, "Hatter? When did he get back? Why didn't you wake me up-"

"That is what we're going to find out, my lookouts must have fallen asleep on the job."

"So did you-"

Their conversation is cut short by frantic knocking at the door, Tatta bursts in, panting, "Kutsuki! Chishiya! You need to come to the meeting room now! Something's happened,"

"It's better if we go separately, Tatta, help her there."

The boy nods as Chishiya leaves. She smiles at Tatta, dread pooling in her stomach. The only time she'd seen him so upset was at the tag game.

🃏

Hotaru was the first to arrive minus the militants. She could walk well enough, telling Tatta to go and gather the rest of the executives. The dread in her only grew as she approached the double doors. Heated whispers all cease as she enters.

An interesting mix of emotions flooded her head. Relief, grief, shock, anger. Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, and a few other seemingly random beach residents stood around the big table. On it was Hatter's corpse.

Kuzuryu and Mira enter the room behind her, shutting the doors. Mira guides Hotaru to the table, standing across from Aguni. She braces herself on the edge, trying to shift her weight.

"How did this happen?" Kuzuryu asks flatly.

"This group found him in Kabukicho," Niragi answers, waving at Hotaru before leaving the room.

"Kabukicho…" she echoes, her stomach in knots.

The doors open again behind her. She turns and Tatta, Ann, Arisu, and Chishiya enter. Her and Chishiya's eyes meet, his are unreadable.

“It seems like he couldn't clear the game,” Tatta explains as Ann looks over the corpse, “The maintenance team found him by chance in Shinjuku while we were refilling gasoline.”

“Hey, don't touch him as you please,” Niragi snapped at Ann as she reached her hand out, “You dissection maniac.”

Niragi takes his place next to Aguni, across from Hotaru, his gun over his shoulder.

“He was shot by a gun,” she says, “Did his game involve guns?”

Hotaru shakes her head, hands still gripping the edge of the table, “I’ve never heard of a game that involved guns.”

“It must have,” Tatta says, “Some of those near the game area heard gunshots too.”

“Oh my. He should have brought the militants along with him!” Niragi exclaims sarcastically.

Hotaru’s stomach churns. There’s a tense silence that almost suffocates her. She shifts on her leg, meeting Ann’s eyes from across the table. Of course, she would know. Someone at the beach must have murdered Hatter.

“What’s going to happen to the beach?” one of the men from Tatta’s group asks.

“Keep this a secret from the rest. They'll be shaken by this,” Mira adds quickly.

“I would say that I should be the next leader since I’m number two, but…” Kuzuryu trails off, his eyes reluctantly meeting Hotaru’s, “Hatter told all of us before he left that Kutsuki was now next in line.”

Her chest tightens as everyone’s eyes are suddenly on her. It felt like holes were burning into her from every direction. She just wanted to run away, disappear from this place. From the beach or this world in general, she wasn't sure.

“Wait a second,” Niragi says, “If Hatter told you, then why didn't I know about this? I thought we were close, Kutsuki?”

Everyone shifts their gaze uncomfortably as he stalks toward her, he continues, “And shouldn't the strongest person be the leader? We're the ones who have been getting rid of the traitors, yet we've been treated as shadows the entire time. This unfair treatment ends today!”

Kuzuryu pushes his glasses up, sighing, “Hatter promoted her to number two. If Number One dies, everyone moves up by a number. We agreed on this rule.”

“The snobbish dictator is dead. The power has shifted, hasn't it?”

“Niragi,” she starts.

“No, no, Kutsuki,” he throws his arm around her, his hand landing on her stitches through her shirt. She tries her best to not react, “Let's just be democratic and go with the majority. Who agrees that Aguni should be the new leader?”

His eyes move between each executive member before scoffing at their silence, “What a bad reaction,” he motions to Last Boss who was against the side wall. He stalks forward, his eyes downturned. In an instant he unsheathed his katana, tracing the tip up Ann’s body, “I’ll ask again. Who agrees that Aguni should be the new leader?”

Ann slowly raises her hand, staring down at the tattooed man in front of her.

“This is not a majority vote,” Mira speaks up.

Niragi releases his arm from Hotaru’s waist, walking back to Mira, “But it is, isn’t it?” he asks, pointing his gun at her, “You’re free to vote after all.”

Once Mira raised her hand, the man’s attention moves to Kuzuryu, “What about the former Number Two over there? What will you do?” he raises his hand silently, Niragi now turning his attention behind Hotaru, “What about you? Are you looking down on us, Chishiya?” he asks slowly, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the blonde’s chin.

“But you guys really are stupid.”

“Those eyes of yours really piss me off. It's so condescending.”

Hotaru’s body tenses, “Stop!” a moment passes before she can feel Niragi behind her again, “I secede power. Aguni will be the new leader.”

The man barks out a laugh, startling her with how close he really was, “That was much easier, now wasn’t it?” he claps one of his hands on her shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Maybe you can stay as our doctor after all. You shouldn’t leave my side, though, who knows if we can really trust you,” he says, exhaling on her neck.

Bile threatens to rise in her throat as Niragi leaves once again to join Aguni.

Mira suddenly lowers her hand, “Hatter would not allow this. If he were alive, he would not have allowed this.”

“But he's dead. The dead won't know what's going on. See?” he taunts, raising his gun. He strikes Hatter in the face over and over, the sickening sound of bones crunching echoing through the room. All anyone could do was watch in horror.

“Enough,” Aguni commands and Niragi takes his place next to him, “From today onwards, I will be the Beach's new king.”

His lackey claps enthusiastically, laughing, “Isn't this wonderful? Now, boss. What's left is the succession ceremony. Let's open the black envelope.”

The black envelope. Chishiya’s words play over in her head, The poker cards gathered by all the members of Beach are kept in the safe in Hatter's royal suite room. The passcode to the safe is kept and sealed inside the black envelope. The envelope is opaque and kept in utmost secrecy, and can be opened only when there is a new Number One. The new Number One will check the passcode alone in front of all the executive members. Then, he will place the paper with the passcode written on it into a new envelope and seal it again. It will then be signed by all executive members before it's stashed away again.

She turns, locking eyes with Chishiya, “Listen to me, Niragi is not going to let me away from his side. Complete your plan tonight, I’m leaving with or without you,” she says quickly and quietly, “Nod if you understand,” he complies and she nods back.

“Come on, Kutsuki,” Niragi says, throwing his arm over her shoulders, “You’re with us now. And maybe we can finish that conversation from yesterday,” he laughs.

🃏

The envelope ceremony went by in a blur. Hotaru used all of her strength to stay calm, she couldn’t pay attention to the new king opening the envelope. With at least one of Niragi’s hands on her at all times now, she had to stop herself from ripping it from his arm.

Without remembering how she got there, she was now on the main balcony. All of the militants and executives stood over the lobby, waiting for the speech. Niragi stepped forward, looking out over all of the beach’s residents.

“The leader has changed. Hatter is no longer with us. The new leader will be Aguni,” loud whispers erupt from the crowd, “How noisy. Shut up!” he snaps in response, “It appears that Hatter failed in his game and couldn't return. Through a majority vote among the executive members, it's been decided that Aguni will be the new Number One. Now, let's hear from Aguni. You guys better listen properly.”

Aguni steps forward, addressing his new subjects, “Now, what Niragi said is everything.”

Hotaru lets her eyes wander, spotting Chishiya on the floor above them, a walkie-talkie up to his mouth. He disappears behind a beam as quickly as she saw him. Was he sticking to the original plan?

“With Hatter gone as the previous Number One, I now have full control over the Beach. Follow my orders, live for me, and die for me,” Aguni continues.

Hotaru’s heart stills as Chishiya walks by her. He stops next to Niragi, quietly talking to him. Aguni finishes his speech and joins their conversation, the blonde motioning to his walkie-talkie. And that’s when her blood runs cold.

The twisted smile on Niragi’s face told her all she needed to know. If he stuck with the original plan, Arisu and Usagi would be at the royal suite. Chishiya was working with the militants. His dark eyes meet hers for a moment then widen slightly as she turns and runs.

Some way down the hall, Kuina grabs her, “Hey! What are you doing?”

Hotaru breaks free from her, “Don’t touch me!” the woman takes a step back, “I’m leaving the beach. Tell Chishiya…” she pauses, “Nevermind.”

There was no time, if she didn't reach them before the militants, Usagi and Arisu would die. It took what felt like hours to reach the royal suite, her leg pounding in pain. She reaches Usagi seconds after she sees her around a corner.

She takes the woman’s shoulders, “Listen, you have to run. The militants are coming, you can't let them catch you!”

Usagi’s eyes search her face frantically, processing what she’d said, “Arisu! He’s-”

Hotaru stops her from going into the suite, “I know, I’ll use his walkie-talkie to communicate with you, now go!”

After a moment of hesitation, Usagi nods and sprints down the hallway. Voices echo from the opposite direction. Niragi’s unmistakable, loud voice carries as they approach. Hotaru presses her back against a wall that was partially secluded from the hallway.

She can hear their muffled voices as they enter the room. Arisu cries out in pain and she squeezes her eyes shut. I’m sorry, Arisu.

She can hear him call out for Usagi before falling silent. Most of the militants leave shortly after, two dragging a bloody and unconscious Arisu. She holds her breath as Aguni, Niragi, and Chishiya pass. Anger burns her chest only for a moment before she pushes it away. There was no time to get upset.

Hotaru peeks out from her hiding place, watching the men disappear around a corner. Taking calming breaths, she looks down at the bandages on her leg, a small spot of blood soaking through. She could redo the stitches herself later.

Taking her chance, she dashes out from her hiding spot, abandoning her sandals. Her feet hit the floor hard, sending shockwaves directly to her injuries. She maneuvers her way down the stairs, checking every corner and every hallway. The low sun cast long, dark shadows on the wall. She just had to get to her room to get her things, and find Usagi, then she could leave this hellhole.

With her door in sight, she starts to run openly. A pair of arms shoot out from an adjoining hallway, wrapping around her. She yells out before a hand is clamped over her mouth, the other arm holding her waist.

“Niragi definitely wants her too, take her up there,” a second man orders, already jogging in the opposite direction.

Too? Who else did he have? Knots formed in her stomach as her captor heaves her body over his shoulder. Every step he takes jabs at the gash on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her almost completely.

Through the ringing and blood rushing in her ears, she can hear what's unmistakably Usagi’s voice. They pass a closing door and she catches a flash of bright pink in the room. Her face burns hot, eyes squeezing shut to brace herself. She pushes as hard as she can against the man's back, bending backwards to wrap her arm around his neck, yanking down.

Both of them are forced to the ground, the side of Hotaru’s head bouncing off the floor. The ringing in her ears intensifies as she tries to find her bearings. The man groans from under her. She stumbles to her feet, taking his gun away from him. He starts to protest as she raises it, but the butt of the gun is already cracking his skull before he can get a word out.

A scream rings out from inside the room, followed by Niragi’s nauseating cackle. Before she can think, the rifle is skidding down the hallway and her shoulder makes contact with the door. Everything falls silent outside of her body colliding with the door, the latch giving way on her third try.

She stumbles inside, scrabbling to her feet. Niragi’s goons are on her as soon as she can stand, holding her in place. A new, sharp pain shot up and down her arm, her shoulder most definitely dislocated. Her eyes struggle to focus, but find Usagi being held down on the bed in front of her.

“Usagi!-” she didn't notice Niragi until his hand is squeezing her jaw, forcing her mouth shut.

“Isn't this a surprise?” He exclaims, looking between the two women, “Do I really get everything I've ever wanted today? Doctor, am I hallucinating?” The militants all laugh with him and a cold, slimy feeling washes over her.

Usagi thrashes against the bed, causing even more laughter from their captors. The smell of sweat, gunpowder, and metal overwhelms her senses as Niragi closes in on her, his body pressing up against hers. His hands wander to her hips, pulling up her shirt.

“You know…I've always hated this fucking shirt,” his fingers work their way between the buttons and they rip off with ease, scattering around the room.

His eyes stay locked onto her body before one of hands is around her throat and he's forcing his tongue into her mouth. Hotaru can't register it at first, his other hand gripping her waist. The metal bar in his tongue scrapes against her teeth and they clamp down. He screams as she pulled her head back, the bar still between her teeth.

Blood dribbles down her chin as she smiles, spitting the metal onto the floor along with her discarded buttons. Her head snaps to the opposite side as Niragi strikes her, “Enough fucking around, Doctor!”

His hand clamps around her neck as he hovers over her again, blood running down his face and neck. Hotaru's eyes start to cross, knees buckling before a droning screams from the TV. Everyone’s attention is stolen away as the screen lights up behind them. Hotaru gasps for air as Niragi releases her, turning to look at the screen in shock.

Usagi kicks one of the women holding her and jumps from the bed. She rams her shoulder into one of the militants holding Hotaru and she breaks free. The girls sprint, unknowingly, in opposite directions from the room as an announcement sounds over the intercom system:

“Thank you for staying at Seaside Paradise Tokyo. As a token of our appreciation, we will now commence a game for all the guests in the hotel.”

Masterlist

[ghostlynightpanda]

Oh! I have a thought for a request! We know that's is hard to find supplies on the borderlands, and I was thinking, stick with me this will make sense, what if the reader wear glasses? We rarely see characters who needs glasses to see and it's probably bc it's harder to survive the games with them, they could fall and/or break at any brute movement. So how would the aib characters deal with a reader that lost their glasses? Maybe they fell during a spades game and somebody stepped on them, or fell into a hole or was damaged in an explosion, you decide. How would the characters help reader deal with that?

I for one can't imagine myself surviving a game without my glasses, I could barely recognize faces and expressions, everyone becomes a colorful blur. My vision is not even that bad but I can't walk on the streets without it.

AIB Characters react to Reader breaking their glasses

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 4.749 words

Ann

You didn't even hear them crack.

The sound was lost in the chaos—shouting, gunfire, the scream of metal grinding against metal in the collapsing corridor of the game arena. One second you were ducking behind Ann, fingers tight around your only remaining advantage in this hellish game, and the next… the world went soft. Fuzzy. Like smudged ink bleeding across the page.

You blinked. Squinted.

And knew instantly.

Your glasses had fallen. Worse—they were crushed. Flattened under the heel of some panicked player's boot.

The rest of the game was a blur in every sense of the word. You stumbled, crawled, followed vague silhouettes and muffled directions. The only thing you were sure of was Ann's hand, gripping yours tight, pulling you through the chaos. Her voice—sharp, calm, clear—cut through your panic like a blade.

"Left—now!" "Down—duck!" "Stay close. Don't let go."

You didn't.

You survived.

Back at the Beach, someone handed you a bottle of water. You accepted it automatically, still shaking, half-blind. Everything was warped and distant without your glasses. Faces turned into colored blobs. Text on walls and signs meant nothing.

"You okay?“

You knew it was Ann, but you still turned toward her voice like a moth to light. Her presence was the only thing solid in your broken world.

You nodded. "Yeah. I mean… no. I'm alive, but without my glasses…" Your voice trailed off. You didn't need to say it. Everyone here knew survival meant playing again. And how were you supposed to play if you couldn't see?

Ann was quiet for a moment, watching you. You couldn't read her expression—could barely make out her features—but you felt the weight of her gaze.

"I'll figure something out," she said, finally.

You didn't ask her what she meant. You were too tired. Too demoralized. So you just nodded again, fingers twitching where they rested against your thigh, trying not to imagine how it would feel to die in a blur.

Days passed.

Your vision didn't magically improve.

You managed to avoid any games, resting on the few days of grace your high-card win had bought you. But the anxiety lingered. Games would come again. They always did. This world didn't care if you couldn't see.

Ann had gone on a supply run. She didn't say much when she left, but you knew her well enough to know she was planning something. It was in her silence—the kind that carried weight, like a promise unspoken.

She came back later that night, dust-covered and tired. You were sitting in the corner of the common area, legs pulled close, world still blurry and detached.

You sensed her before you saw her clearly.

Then she crouched in front of you, a large tote bag thumping onto the floor between you.

"What's—?"

"I couldn't find real lenses. The optician's were just displays—no prescription." She opened the bag. Inside were glasses. Dozens of them. Different frames, shapes, colors.

"I went through every apartment near the Beach. Checked drawers. Cabinets. Nightstands." She picked up a pair—thick, black-rimmed—and handed them to you. "Try them. One of these has to be close."

Your hands trembled as you reached for them.

The first few were wrong. Too strong. Too weak. One made you dizzy.

Then… the sixth pair.

You slid them on, and the room snapped into place like a jigsaw piece clicking in. It wasn't perfect—edges still ghosted slightly, and there was a faint pressure at your temples—but it was enough. More than enough.

You saw Ann. Truly saw her.

Her eyes. Her smirk that wasn't quite a smile. The tension in her shoulders releasing all at once.

"Ann," you whispered.

"Don't get used to it," she said, her tone teasing but soft. "I still expect you to watch my back next game."

You grinned, a real one, for the first time in days. "Only if you don't mind me stealing your kills."

She shook her head, chuckling. Then, to your surprise, she reached out and adjusted the glasses gently on your face.

"You look better with them anyway."

You froze. Then, smiled wider, heart thudding.

The world was still dangerous. The games would return.

But right now? You could see. You were alive. And Ann was here.

It was enough.

Kuina

The game was supposed to be easy.

A mid-level difficulty. A club card. Strategy and teamwork. You'd worked out the plan with Kuina and the rest of your group. It should've been clean.

It wasn't.

The moment the arena started shifting—metal panels rising, walls rotating, lights flickering—you lost your footing. You tumbled. You heard the crunch before you felt it.

Your glasses.

They were gone in seconds. Crushed beneath your boot or someone else's. You didn't even get to see where they landed. All you knew was that suddenly, the world became an indistinct smear of color and shadow.

You froze.

"Y/N?!" Kuina's voice rang out. "Where are you?!"

"Can't—can't see!" you shouted back.

You could barely make out the glowing walls, the puzzle locks. Everything was noise and motion and indistinct threats. Your hands trembled.

But then—familiar fingers curled around your wrist.

Kuina.

"I've got you," she said, breathless. "Stay behind me."

She dragged you through the rest of the game, dodging deathtraps, barking out instructions, never letting go. You survived by inches, by luck—and by her.

You earned four days of life.

But that didn't solve the problem.

Back at the Beach, Kuina helped you sit down on the bed in the room you shared. You rubbed at your eyes, trying not to look as defeated as you felt.

"Kuina…" you said, voice low. "I can't play like this again. If it's a high ranked card, or anything where I have to find clues… I'll just be dead weight. I can't see."

She sat beside you, silent. The room was dim, and you couldn't quite read her face—but you didn't have to. You knew she was thinking. Planning. Worrying.

"I wish I could go out there," she muttered after a minute. "Find you new ones. Hell, even just scavenge for lenses close to your prescription."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "It might take weeks to find glasses that would fit my eyes."

"I know," she said, biting back a bitter laugh. "And the second I try to sneak out, someone like Niragi catches wind and I get shot before I hit the gate anyway."

Silence hung for a beat.

Then, she stood abruptly.

"I'll figure something out. Just… wait here."

The next few days passed with a slow kind of dread. You stayed mostly in the room. You tried to listen for whispers of upcoming games. Kuina came and went, always bringing you food, updates, the newest gossip for no real reason other than to distract you.

Then, one evening, she came back holding something in both hands.

A handmade box.

"What's this?" you asked, blinking.

Kuina gave you a little grin, clearly proud of herself. "A project."

She opened it and pulled out… glasses.

More than one pair.

Frames without lenses. Toy glasses. Reading glasses. Old, cracked sunglasses with the tint scraped off. Cheap magnifiers. A pair that looked like it came from a Halloween costume.

"None of them are prescription," she admitted. "Obviously. I've been trading favors for anything even close. Some of these are joke glasses, but—" she paused, lifting one pair carefully. "—this one? I asked around. Some guy said his roommate had near-sightedness. I got these from his stuff after he went missing."

You took them, hands shaking slightly.

Slipping them on… it wasn't perfect. But it was something. Enough to see outlines. Expressions. Shapes. Kuina's face came into partial clarity. You could see her eyes again. See the exhaustion there, but also the hope.

Your breath caught.

"It's… actually kind of close," you said softly. "I can— I can see you again."

Kuina leaned back, a tired smirk on her lips. "Told you I'd figure it out."

You blinked rapidly, fighting the sting in your eyes.

"You're amazing," you whispered.

"Damn right I am." Then, softer: "You think I'm gonna let someone like you die just because this world's garbage? No way."

You smiled, finally. Then reached for her hand.

"You're kind of blurry," you said, squeezing her fingers. "But you're the best thing I've seen all week."

She squeezed back.

"Guess I'll just have to stay close, then. In case you get fuzzy again."

And she did.

Mira

You always knew games were dangerous here.

But this one… it was different.

It wasn't the rules. Those were almost laughably simple: follow the trail of lights through a hall of mirrors and reach the end before time runs out.

No, the danger wasn't the trap.

It was the mirrors.

And the sound of your glasses hitting the floor.

You'd been turning a corner when it happened—someone slammed into you in a panic, and the frame snapped right off your face, skittering somewhere into the maze of reflections. You dropped to your knees, hands scrambling blindly.

But all you found were glass shards.

Your glasses were gone. And you were effectively blind.

The world warped. Mirrors became illusions. Lights blurred together into meaningless halos. You could barely tell where one corridor ended and another began.

You were done for.

Until she arrived.

A laugh echoed through the mirrored halls—light, melodic, and unmistakably amused.

"You poor thing," came Mira's voice. "Stumbling through a puzzle meant for sighted minds. How tragic... and yet, so very entertaining."

You froze, turning your head toward the sound.

"Mira?"

Another giggle. Then her silhouette appeared—reflected and multiplied across a dozen mirror panes, each slightly out of sync.

"Would you like help?" she asked, appearing directly beside you now, her heels clicking softly on the marble. "Or would you rather keep crawling in the dark?"

"I…" you hesitated. "I can barely see."

"Yes," she said with a smile in her voice. "I noticed."

A soft hand reached out and took yours.

Mira led you through the maze with terrifying ease, whispering directions like riddles. Sometimes her voice came from behind. Sometimes beside you. Her grip never wavered.

"Left. No, not that left—my left." "Duck. There's a low beam ahead. Well, I assume it's ahead." "Oh, did you flinch? You're adorable when you're afraid."

You didn't know whether she was mocking you or helping you because she was genuinely invested. Maybe both.

But she never let go.

And when the game ended—seconds before the final buzzer—she tugged you into the last chamber with an effortless flourish, as if this had all been planned.

Back at the lounge of the Beach, the high of survival wore off. Your hands still trembled, your eyes strained. Mira sat across from you, legs elegantly crossed, swirling a glass of wine she'd somehow conjured up from nowhere.

"You're very lucky," she said. "Some people lose their sight and die minutes later. You? You earned three whole days."

"Not sure I can survive the next game like this," you muttered, rubbing your eyes. "Not unless someone guides me again."

Mira hummed.

"You could always ask."

You glanced at her.

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "I do enjoy games… especially with interesting partners."

"I'm not very useful half blind."

"You're more interesting blind," she said, smiling like she knew a secret you hadn't discovered yet. "Stripped of control. Vulnerable. Honest. It makes you… real."

You swallowed hard. Mira had that effect. Like peeling back skin with a smile.

Then she rose, walking over to your side of the room.

"I can't leave the Beach," she said casually. "Too important here. But I have persuaded some… associates to do errands for me."

You blinked. "Errands?"

She pulled a small velvet pouch from her jacket and let it drop into your lap.

Inside: lenses. A few cracked. Some pristine. And one pair of glasses—an old, worn frame with prescription lenses that made the world snap into partial focus when you slipped them on.

Close enough. Close enough to see again.

Your breath caught. You looked up at her.

"You—how did you…?"

Mira's smile widened. "I made a game of it," she said simply. "Bet a few players they couldn't find anything useful in the city ruins. Told them I'd reward the ones who brought back the rarest item of all—'the gift of sight.'"

"You manipulated them into doing it."

"I prefer the word motivated."

You laughed, more from disbelief than humor. "Why?"

She leaned in, eyes glinting like polished glass. "Because I wanted to see your face… when you looked at me clearly."

You froze.

Mira didn't wait for a response. She reached out and adjusted the glasses slightly on your face, the touch uncharacteristically gentle.

"There," she whispered. "Now I have your eyes. And you… have mine."

And for the first time in this twisted world, the game didn't feel like death.

It felt like something far more dangerous.

Hope.

Aguni

The second your glasses slipped from your face, you knew it was going to be hell.

The lens cracked as it hit concrete. The frame didn't stand a chance under the boot of some panicked player bolting for the game's exit. You barely got out alive yourself—vision blurred, stumbling through chaos with only outlines and instinct to guide you.

Now, days later, you still couldn't see much.

Life in this world was brutal even when you had all your senses. Take one away, and it was practically a death sentence.

You rubbed your temples, sitting in one of the Beach's corners, a vague smear of color that might've been a book in your lap, unreadable. You heard someone approach—heavy boots, steady stride.

Aguni.

You didn't need to see to recognize him.

"Get up," he said gruffly.

You blinked up at his silhouette. "Huh?"

"Supply run," he said. "You're coming with me."

You opened your mouth, baffled. "I'm practically blind without my glasses, remember? Unless you want me to walk into door or step on a mine—"

"I said, get up."

And that was that.

You hated every second of it.

You bumped into walls. Tripped over broken sidewalks. Got tangled in a chain-link fence.

Aguni barely said a word the whole time. He just kept moving forward, making sure you stayed close. When you fell behind, his hand found your wrist, yanked you forward like a stubborn dog refusing to leave a leash behind.

"You could've left me behind, you know," you muttered at one point, panting. "Could've grabbed stuff without dragging me through half the city."

"You'd just sulk," he grunted.

"Is that your version of being thoughtful?"

"Shut up."

The glasses store was mostly looted—display cases shattered, frames long gone.

You stood near the counter, squinting hopelessly at a wall of smudged posters and shelves of nothing, while Aguni moved with quiet purpose through the backroom.

It was quiet for a long while. You leaned on the dusty counter, ready to suggest they leave before nightfall when you heard it:

The scrape of plastic against wood.

Then footsteps.

Then: "Catch."

Something landed in your hands.

A bulky, awkward frame.

You blinked down at it. Black plastic. Thick sides. Round lenses with a weird rotating mechanism—test lenses. The kind optometrists used to find your prescription. Definitely not made for comfort. Or fashion. Or reality.

"What—?"

"Best they had." Aguni came into view, holding a dusty box full of those test lenses. "You can swap 'em. Find ones that work."

You stared at the strange contraption in your hands, heart thudding.

"You really went digging for this?"

"I said shut up," he muttered.

Still, he waited—silent, arms crossed—as you fiddled with the lenses, clicking a few in. You cycled through them, eye by eye, testing combinations. After about a dozen tries…

Click. Click.

The world sharpened. Not perfectly, but close. Close enough to make out the faded letters on the broken sign above the counter. Close enough to see the faint smirk tugging at the edge of Aguni's mouth, even as he pretended not to look directly at you.

You blinked rapidly. "Holy crap. I can see again."

"Good."

You turned to him. "I look ridiculous, don't I?"

"Worse than usual," he said with zero hesitation.

You snorted. "Screw you."

"Better. You're annoying again." He started walking. "Let's go."

You followed, adjusting the ridiculous test-glasses on your face, one hand brushing the frame with something almost reverent. They pinched your nose. The lenses sat at odd angles. You probably looked like a half-mad inventor.

But for the first time in days, you could see the path ahead.

And Aguni—walking just ahead of you, his wide shoulders cutting through the dust, never once looking back, but never leaving you behind either.

Not once.

Fashion could wait.

Niragi

You didn't see the bat coming.

Just the blur of movement—too late to dodge—and then the sickening crack of pain, followed by darkness. Not unconsciousness.

Just blindness.

You hit the ground in the middle of the game, one hand fumbling at your face. Your glasses were gone, flung somewhere into the death trap around you, likely in pieces. You scraped at the floor, heart racing.

Nothing.

The world was just vague outlines now. Colorless smears. Shapes without meaning. You heard someone scream. Something exploded. You were useless—dead weight—if someone didn't help you.

And Niragi had no reason to.

Except he did.

Because minutes later, he grabbed your arm, yanked you behind him, and barked, "Stay close, dumbass."

You couldn't see his face, but his grip was iron. His voice was tight. He didn't let go.

Not once.

The game ended. You lived. Somehow.

Back at the Beach, the adrenaline faded. You slumped in a hallway corner, your eyes sore from squinting at everything, trying to navigate a world that had blurred into impressionist chaos. You felt helpless.

You hated it.

You didn't hear Niragi approach. But you felt him when he dropped something into your lap with a sharp, "Try these."

You blinked. "What—?"

"Just do it."

Your fingers fumbled over a pair of glasses. The frames were a little crooked. Scuffed at the edges. You slid them on.

Too strong.

He tossed another pair at you.

You tried again.

Too weak.

Another. And another.

You went through six pairs before you slipped on one and the world clicked. Just enough. Your surroundings came into focus—not perfect, but real. The texture of the wall. The grit underfoot.

And Niragi.

You looked up at him. His face, finally in focus again. Sharp jaw, burnt-scarred skin, intense eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.

You blinked fast, a grin tugging at your lips. "I can… I can see. Oh my god."

He scoffed and looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, well. Took you long enough to find one that works."

"You actually—?" You trailed off, squinting at the other pairs of glasses beside you. Different styles. Different shapes. Some with tiny blood spatters on the lenses, some bent out of shape. "Wait. Where… where did you get all of these?"

He didn't answer.

You sat up straighter. "Niragi. These—these were other players' glasses, weren't they?"

He tilted his head. "Why the hell do you care?"

"If someone died for me to be able to see again—"

"They were dead already." His tone was cold, but there was heat just under it. "They didn't need these glasses anymore. You're not dead. You need them more."

You swallowed. You wanted to argue, but you couldn't deny the warm feeling spreading through your chest as you looked at him, clear and sharp and real again. You were finally out of the fog. You could see him. Really see him.

"You're a psycho," you whispered.

He leaned in, that dangerous smirk returning. "Yeah? But I got you what you needed, didn't I?"

You didn't say anything. Just reached up, lightly touching the side of the glasses, then met his eyes.

And smiled.

A real one.

Warm. Grateful. Soft.

Niragi's breath hitched just a bit.

He hadn't expected that. Not really. He was ready for fear, or anger, or guilt. But not this. Not the way your smile looked when it was aimed straight at him, when you could see every inch of him and still smiled like that.

He didn't say a word.

Just turned, stalking off with a muttered, "Keep them. You break 'em, I'll kill you."

But his ears burned red as he walked.

And in his pocket, he kept a list—of the buildings he hadn't looted yet, of every pair of glasses still left to try. Of every player left to kill who wore a pair that might fit you better.

Because seeing that smile again?

Yeah. That was worth killing for.

Last Boss

You didn't mean to break them.

But when the blade sliced past your face during the game, and you flinched instinctively, your glasses slipped from your nose and hit the floor with a crunch under your own boot.

Panic.

You dropped to your knees, hands scraping at glass shards, your heartbeat spiking like you'd been shot. In a way, you had — just not with a bullet.

You were useless without your glasses.

The game wasn't even that hard. But now, everything was blurred: the floor, the timer, the outlines of the other players rushing around. Shapes with no meaning. You barely made it to the end alive.

Only because he found you.

Last Boss.

You didn't know his real name. You weren't sure anyone did. You'd seen him around the Beach, gliding through the halls like a ghost with that tattooed face and body and the ever-present katana. He didn't talk much.

But in that moment, as you sat on the cracked tile after the game, breathing like your lungs were full of sand, he crouched in front of you without a word.

And handed you your broken glasses — both lenses cracked through like spiderwebs.

You couldn't even tell where he came from.

You didn't expect to see him again after that.

But a few days later, he found you. Again.

You were sitting on the rooftop alone, squinting at the horizon. Just vague color and shadow. You heard the door creak open. Light footsteps. The soft jingle of steel.

Then: clink.

A pair of glasses was dropped into your lap.

You stared down at them. Then up at the man standing over you.

Last Boss said nothing.

The glasses weren't pretty. Big square frames, smudged and scratched. They looked like they'd been taken off a corpse.

"Where did you—?"

He tilted his head, one shoulder lifting in a vague shrug. His eyes were unreadable behind the black tattoos.

You hesitated… and put them on.

Wrong. Too strong. You blinked and winced.

Another pair dropped beside you.

Then another.

You turned. He had a whole pouch slung across his hip — filled with glasses. Some bent. Some blood-stained. All stolen, no doubt, from the ruins of the city, maybe even from dead players. But you didn't ask.

He stood patiently as you tried them, one by one. Every so often, he leaned forward to adjust them slightly on your face, rough fingers surprisingly gentle.

Finally, you found them.

Not perfect. But close enough. The lines of the world came back into focus. The sky, the rust of the rooftop rails… and his face.

Sharp. Pale. Half-shadowed by his messy hood. That tattoo curling across his skin like a whisper.

You stared at him.

And smiled.

"Thank you," you breathed. "I… I can actually see you now."

He blinked slowly.

Then he crouched again, arms resting on his knees, gaze locked on you with unnerving stillness.

"I didn't do it for thanks," he murmured.

His voice was low. Rough. The kind of voice you had to lean closer to hear.

"Then why?"

He tapped the side of your glasses, just once.

"So you don't die."

That was all.

But the words hung between you like a thread pulled tight. And you realized then: someone like him doesn't bring you dozens of glasses for no reason. He doesn't carry weight he doesn't care about.

You mattered to him.

He just didn't say it. Didn't need to.

He stood again, trousers rustling from the movement. His hand ghosted over your shoulder on his way past. Like a promise.

And even long after he disappeared back into the stairwell, you sat there, the glasses firm on your nose, blinking at the horizon.

Seeing clearly.

For the first time in days — and maybe longer.

Chishiya

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes after the explosion was smoke.

And then… nothing.

No sharp outlines. No people. No clarity. Just a world that had turned to haze.

Your glasses were gone. You didn't even see where they landed — only heard the crack of the lenses underfoot as someone scrambled past you. That was it. Your ability to see, and with it, your ability to survive, shattered in an instant.

You made it out of the game with sheer luck. Blind, stumbling luck.

Back at the Beach, you holed up in one of the quieter rooms. You could barely find the door without help. There was no way you'd survive another game. Not like this.

You didn't tell anyone. You didn't want pity. You were terrified.

So when someone knocked once and let themselves in without a word, you braced yourself for mockery or dismissal.

But it was him.

Chishiya.

Expression unreadable. Movements efficient. Carrying something small in both hands — a box and a pair of frames.

You stared blankly at him. "What are you—?"

"I heard you broke your glasses," he said simply.

You blinked. "I—yeah, but how did you—"

"Doesn't matter." He walked past you, setting the box on the desk like he'd done it a thousand times before. "Sit."

"…What?"

"Sit," he repeated.

You sat.

He opened the box. Inside were dozens of lenses, sorted by power and curvature. The type used in optical clinics — trial lenses. The kind you'd only find if you knew where to look, or more importantly, if you knew what you were looking for.

Chishiya adjusted the chair so you were directly under the weak overhead light. Then he stepped close — too close — and gently tilted your chin upward.

"Look straight ahead," he murmured. "Don't blink."

His hands were steady. Quick. Familiar with the task. He swapped lenses in and out of a test frame, quiet as he worked.

"You've done this before," you said softly.

He didn't stop moving. "Internship. Ophthalmology rotation. I was bored most of the time. But I remember how to measure someone's prescription."

You blinked through another lens. Too strong.

Next one — almost there.

"Hold still," he said, tapping your jaw lightly.

And then… it clicked.

The world sharpened.

You saw his face — up close, calm as ever, eyes focused. The detail in the white strands of his hair. The soft lift of one eyebrow when he noticed the shift in your expression.

"That's the one?" he asked.

You nodded, stunned. "Yeah… how did you—?"

He clicked the lenses out of the tester and into the waiting frame, fingers delicate, precise. "Most people wouldn't know how to insert a lens into a frame without cracking it."

He handed them to you.

You put them on, slowly. The weight felt familiar. Comfortable.

Everything snapped back into focus.

"You—you actually fixed it," you whispered. "I can see again."

He didn't say anything.

You looked at him — really looked at him, now that you could. His face, stoic as ever. But something had softened in his eyes, just for a second.

"…Why?" you asked. "Why go through all this for me?"

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. "You're competent in games. You're better alive."

But his gaze lingered on you a moment longer than it needed to.

And you smiled, just slightly. "Well. Thanks for the investment, then."

He turned to leave, but paused in the doorway.

"Oh," he said over his shoulder. "Don't lose them again. I won't make another pair."

But you caught the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he vanished around the corner.

And somehow, you knew:

He absolutely would.

Masterlist

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️

A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲

Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈

I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

It depends on what time we are in.

If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.

You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.

If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.

In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.

I have the following typical scenario in mind:

Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?

Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?"

Y/N: "Uhm ..."

Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something."

Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."

If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.

Aguni: "We could go to the pool."

Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..."

Aguni: "We can do some sports together."

Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!"

Aguni: "What about fishing?"

Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?"

Aguni: "..."

Y/N: "..."

Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?"

Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."

A r i s u

If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.

The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.

This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.

He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.

So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.

You will not regret spending time with him.

He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.

Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.

You still wouldn't be able to stop him.

Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?"

Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here."

Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?"

Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."

Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.

Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.

You can definitely pass the time well there.

Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?"

Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."

C h i s h i y a

Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.

When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.

He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.

Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.

No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.

It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.

He would definitely be a great help to you.

Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day."

Chishiya: "Well realised."

Y/N: "I'm bored."

Chishiya: "Then do something."

Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.

Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.

Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally."

Chishiya: "We do something, darling."

Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"

How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?

In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.

Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:

Damn, you love the nightlife.

Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time."

Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us."

Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?"

Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"

Chishiya: "That's a deal."

K a r u b e

To me the funniest but most chaotic one.

During the day, at least.

I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.

But what would life be like if everything went as planned?

The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.

Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.

Something very important when it comes to following his routine.

In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.

Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?"

Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."

I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...

If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!

You can guess where this is going.

Y/N: "Did you found them?"

Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case."

Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?"

Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."

You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.

You turn the whole accommodation upside down.

Both of you look under every stone.

In every room.

Two times- minimum.

Now he remebers ...

Y/N: "Karube, forget it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...?

Karube: "What is it?"

Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?"

Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"

Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!"

Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"

N i r a g i

Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.

When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.

He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.

I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.

That's something you should be very proud of.

However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.

So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!

In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.

You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.

When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.

Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.

Y/N: "Oh, look!"

Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.

… In partially empty shop windows.

The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.

Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?"

Y/N: "See the rocks there?"

Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"

There could actually be something interesting there.

Well, most of the times at least.

It's nearly impossible but who know?

He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.

Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-"

Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?"

Y/N: "No ..."

Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?"

Y/N: "The tree there."

Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.

[thecheshireprincess]

Punishment

Suguru Niragi x F!Reader

Summary: Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with very little plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, sex in public (what is my fixation on this lately?), Niragi's hands (on your face, on your throat, everywhere), curse words, brief mention of alcohol

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A/N: Hands

You sit waiting innocently at the bar, the cool weight of a wine glass pressed between steady fingers as the dense crowd of bodies behind you drown their fears in liquor and false hope. Your only tell of antsiness is the drumming of your fingers against the granite bar top in front of you.

It will be only a matter of time before he comes looking for you.

You shiver in anticipation, the idea of being hunted down by the most aggressive of the Militants an arousing one. Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily as you try to find some sort of friction, a way to satiate the untamed lust pounding thickly through your veins; wet heat already dripping into your bikini bottoms.

What had you done, exactly? Nothing too serious - just caused a certain amount of chaos in The Beach's makeshift armory. Simple chaos, you know? You hadn't wanted to bother Aguni necessarily, you'd just hoped to gain the attention of his second in command. Desperately.

In perfect timing, a shadow casts itself over you writhing in your seat; chest flush against your back as a strong hand snakes around your throat to keep you in place. His warm, metal-pierced tongue licks up the shell of your ear teasingly before growling, "I trust you know why I'm here." A shiver of electricity attempts to wrack its way through your body, but you manage to maintain your composed facade for now.

A grin spreads across your face as you hum in acknowledgement of his words, "Are you going to shoot me, then, Niragi?" Niragi's thumb presses more tightly against the column of your throat, his grin growing to match your own as he appreciates the sight of your skin flexing under his force. "No, smartass. I have a different punishment in mind for you." His words pool straight to your core like blistering lava, a needy whimper nearly escaping your mouth.

Behind the bar, sweet Tatta glances nervously between the two of you. Conflicted, as most people are when it comes to dealing with Niragi, whether he should mind his business or offer to help you. Niragi shoots him a sharp glare and jerks his head to the side roughly, "Get out." Tatta sends you an apologetic smile, but doesn't hesitate to scurry away towards the hotel. The taller man yanks your wrist to pull you with him around the bar, his sudden movement tipping your wine glass over and splashing a wave of burgundy across the granite.

Just as you're about to protest about losing your drink, Niragi's hand forcefully presses into your lower back, bending your body over the sticky, booze covered countertop in front of him and silencing your complaints. His other hand easily collects your wrists behind your back, the ache between your legs blooming from being handled so deliciously roughly by the Militant.

You whine now, fully on display for the man that you know will show no mercy. "Do you know what you did wrong?" He taunts roughly, lithe fingers toying with the edge of your already soaked bikini bottoms as he waits. "I don't know what you're talking about," you bite back with very little venom, hips wriggling around to coax his fingers to where you want them most.

The hand that had been teasing you comes up to shove the side of your face roughly into the wood in front of you, a feral look now dancing in his eyes. "Wrong answer, kitten," he growls, "One more chance to get it right." The pads of his fingers dig into your jaw, almost guaranteeing you would have his fingerprints tattooed on your skin. Perfect.

"I didn't do anything," you insist, deciding to draw out this game for as long as you possibly can; the hand pressing your jaw into the counter making your insides feel on fire. The man towering above you clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, shaking his head at your apparent defiance of his authority. Niragi pulls his hand off your face, using it instead to unbuckle and remove his belt from his black jeans, your heart racing in your chest as you imagine what's coming next. You feel the aforementioned piece of leather loop tightly around your wrists, binding them in position behind you.

He uses his index finger to pull at the bind, the delicious bite of the material into your delicate skin making your core tighten and breath hitch in your throat. Niragi wastes no time unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down just enough to allow his cock to spring out, tapping his thick length against your barely clothed ass. You groan in anticipation, desperately seeking some form of stimulation.

In one swift motion, he has shifted your bikini bottoms to the side and stuffed himself inside you without warning, causing you to cry out in shock and pleasure. The man sets a blinding pace without allowing your walls to adjust to his girth, the stretch bordering on pain but bleeding mostly into pleasure in your dripping heat. Your head swims at the sudden intrusion, but you can't find it in yourself to complain because this is what you wanted.

Despite being just feet away from the people at the pool, your cockdrunk mind allows your lewd whines to pour out of you liberally. Niragi's free hand covers your mouth tightly, only he should get to hear your beautiful symphony, the contact of his hands against your face only making you gush more around him. The obscene squelching sound of your arousal echoes throughout the tiny shack as he glides through your channel, making Niragi smirk behind you.

"I see you enjoy being bad, huh, kitten? So wet for your punishment," he growls, the sound coming from deep down in his chest. Your pussy clenches, preening at his praise. Yes you do enjoy being bad if it means that Niragi is going to punish you like this. Suddenly, he pulls all the way out, using the bulbous tip of his cock to tease your clit, and bending down to lick a salacious line up your spine. Niragi leans back to admire the way your body shivers from the different stimulants he's giving you; you are stunning underneath him, he could get used to teaching you a lesson this way.

He sheathes himself back through your folds entirely, a squeak escaping you as his length hits impressively against your cervix. A few deep thrusts into you allows the slight twinge of pain to melt instead into glorious pleasure. Niragi grabs onto the belt holding your wrists together, pulling your torso up so your back is against his chest and changing the angle that his cock slams into you. You whine needily as you feel him thrusting all the way in your lower belly.

Niragi's lips attach instantly to the sensitive spot on your neck, aggressively pulling a bruise to the surface of your delicate skin. He forcefully presses two fingers into your mouth, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest. "Be a good girl and suck, kitten," the man rasps, eyes blown wide with lust as he admires the way you greedily suck his fingers, coating them generously in your saliva. One hand holds tight to your bound wrists, the slight sting grounding you as your head starts to feel foggy and keeping you standing upright against his chest. The fingers you've soaked with your saliva travel down below your bikini, easily finding your swollen and needy clit. Niragi hisses as he gathers your wetness on his digits, you really do enjoy being punished.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, back arching slightly into his fingers to gain more friction and whining as he works you closer and closer to your peak. You don't have to see Niragi to know what look is on his face - smug bastard. His pace is brutal as he fucks up into you, his balls slapping against your ass, fingers running tight circles over your sensitive bud. It won't take much more of this treatment to send you careening over the edge, both of you know it.

"Clenching around me already, kitten? You gonna cum for me?" He teases you, though his voice is clearly straining under the pressure of your pussy hugging him inside of you. He gives you two more thrusts up into your hole before pulling out entirely, aggressively shoving your torso back down into the surface in front of you. His hand squeezes tight around your throat to hold you there against your will.

You wail out in disbelief, pussy clenching around nothing as his fingers color your throat with red marks. A malicious grin spreads across his face, shoving his fingers soaked in your arousal back into your mouth, nearly stuffing them down your clenched throat. You cough and sputter in surprise, drool again dripping down your chin. "Only good girls who follow the rules get to cum around my cock. You were bad today, weren't you?"

A gasp leaves your throat, pussy still fluttering around nothing and missing the fullness. You will have to beg. "Please, Niragi," you whimper out, body overheating as your lust grows exponentially, only to receive a click of his tongue. "That won't quite cut it this time, angel," he informs you, "Admit that you were a bad girl today."

A low, broken whine rumbles in your chest, the pressure of Niragi's hand against your throat making you drip with need for him. "I was bad, Niragi! I'm sorry . . . I'll be a good girl from now on, please!" His eyes darken above you, hips snapping immediately back into yours, joining the two of you together once more. Niragi himself nearly cums at the sound of your pornographic moans gracing his ears, his cock pounding into you in search of your highs.

His fingers press bruisingly into the soft skin of your hips as he jackhammers into you, a sheen of sweat coating both of your skin. The sweet drip of your pussy against his pelvis nearly sends him, pace faltering. "Show me how good you're going to be from now on, kitten. Cum on my cock," Niragi growls. You wail, pleasure and warmth crashing over you in waves. You grind your hips back against him, riding your high as your body convulses in pleasure. Niragi's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he watches you writhe and gush underneath him, pounding you through your orgasm before being pulled over himself. With just a few more messy thrusts, he pulls out and paints your back with thick ropes of his hot cum. Your entire body collapses against the wood countertop, sweat and combined juices leaking onto the space.

"Maybe this will remind you of how you should act from now on," Niragi grunts, unceremoniously putting his cock back into his pants and slipping the belt from your wrists with a slap against your skin. The man disappears from behind the bar, stalking off across the pool deck with his rifle slung over his shoulder as though he hadn't just rocked your world in front of all these drunk people.

You lay still for a few minutes, oversensitive body sprawled on the sticky surface of the bartop as you try to catch your breath. You admire the bright red welts Niragi's belt had left against your wrists, the tender abrasions sending heat back to your core. If that's going to be your punishment for stepping out of line, you are definitely going to do it more often.

Navigating the chilly hallways back to your room on shaky legs, the crisp air of the hotel hits your sweaty skin and makes you shiver. You need a hot bath. You turn the handle of the door to enter your room, grinning at the faint sound of the bathtub already running for you.

Your boyfriend strolls casually back into the main bedroom of the suite, smirking as he sees your still blissed out look. Niragi feels a sense of pride blossom in his chest at that, knowing he had absolutely wrecked you tonight.

"Was it everything you dreamed of and more, princess?" He asks you, pulling you gently into his arms and lifting your chin to look up at him. "It was perfect, baby. Thank you," you affirm breathily, nuzzling your now exhausted form into the crook of his neck.

"Maybe we should try role-playing more often."

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an excuse! to talk about my latest aib oc! because i simply cannot help myself and the fandom will not release me! admittedly, it's not a particular original idea, but my view on 'unoriginal ideas' is 'well i didn't get the experience of writing it!' so i'm doing it anyway! also the bullies in this story are the same as the ones from my karube/niragi teen au, tender. because i love teen niragi and that collection of fics is some of my favourite works that i've written.

so her name is kagamiya shuri (surname first name), though she typically goes by just kagami. the kanji of her surname '鏡宮' means 'mirror palace', and the ones for her first name '朱凛' mean 'vermilion dignity'. as if it's not on the nose enough, her 'wonderland' counterpart is the red queen from through the looking glass.

her fic takes place both ten years before the borderland plot and then during the borderlands. the first part follows kagami in 2010 during her second year of high school. it starts when she attends a new school that happens to be the same one niragi goes to. she sees niragi being bullied during cleaning duty of her first day and she also notices how her new classmates all ignore it happening. the next day she finds out that it's been going on for the last two years since middle school and the other students are 'happy' to let niragi be the bullies' punching bag if it means they're not at risk.

kagami, keeping the secret that she'd been expelled from her last school, tries to stay out of it because she can't risk disappointing her parents any more than she already has. despite this, it's not long - a week, maybe two - until she finally snaps while the bullies are being gross to niragi during lunch break. she lobs an onigiri at the head of the main bully (arata), causing a stir when arata feels rightly humiliated. there's a brief stand-off between her and arata before he leaves. this eventually leads to a pair from arata's crew finding her after school and they end up beating her up off school grounds while making niragi watch.

niragi is ... not really grateful at the start. he thinks she's just making more trouble for him, but she refuses to give up, insistent that she's going to help him. after a while of her relentlessness, he finds that he actually enjoys her company and they become friends (and eventually more).

when they get closer, kagami confesses that the reason she came to his school was because she was expelled for attacking another student. her reasoning was that the girl had been bullying another student in their class until the bullied girl ended up taking her own life. kagami hadn't been close to the bullied girl, just sitting in front of her in class, but seeing that the bully had stolen the flower from the bullied girl's desk memorial had made kagami flip out and she ended up slamming the bully's face into her own desk so hard that she lost a tooth and busted her lip.

unfortunately, her and niragi's little teenage love story doesn't last because by the end of the school year, kagami finds out that her parents have gone heavily into debt and they're moving away to live with kagami's maternal aunt in the countryside. they don't see each other again for a decade.

in 2021, kagami is in shibuya when the meteor hits and she ends up in the borderland. she's now a teacher working at a high school. she wanted to be someone students could come to if they had troubles and is well-liked at her school. in the borderland, she makes it through a few games by herself before ending up in a game with ann. after impressing her, ann invites her to the beach.

she, of course, runs into niragi there and he! ignores her!! and avoids her!!

it's not the reunion she's hoping for and they end up clashing heads a few times. niragi isn't who she remembers, what with all the piercings and the attitude, and he's plainly not happy to see her. eventually, a situation goes down where a few militants try to 'attack' (read: assault) kagami and niragi steps in. as much as he wants to ignore her existence, he doesn't actually want to see her hurt. so to keep the other militants off her back, they decide to fake-date. it's uncomfortable and awkward because they have to make it look believable but they don't know how to act around each other and niragi is toeing too many lines and blurring them up since he's leaving hickeys on her neck but acting like he hates her. it also doesn't help that she doesn't fit in with the militants at all, especially when they think of her as 'just niragi's hook-up' and treat her as such, which makes her feel degraded.

slowly, she and niragi work out their issues because the forced proximity of the beach doesn't give them a lot of room to not be around each other; especially since kagami can't just leave because of hatter's 'death to all traitors' rule. she doesn't understand what happened to him after she left and he doesn't know how to explain it to her because of the trauma he went through and how uncomfortable it makes him to think about it, let alone talk about it. so it's slow going to be as mentally close as they used to be while they're also forced to be physically close.

i'm considering making this a niragi x oc x chishiya poly-situationship but i can never figure out how to actually make niragi/chishiya work because i need chishiya to niragi set on fire by the end of s1 and i need niragi to shoot chishiya at the end of s2, so it's complicated. should i read some niragi/chishiya fics? probably but i also probably won't because i have a very particular vision of the characters in my head and don't know which writers also have the same characterisations.

and some fun facts (but some are maybe not so fun):

niragi was supposed to write kagami letters after she moved away. he didn't. she wrote him a few and called his home a few times but never got any reply. her last letter to him was one word, 'why?'.

before kagami left, they kissed and niragi gave her the second button off his uniform (japanese confession trope, second button is 'closest to the heart').

niragi kept all of the letters she wrote him, even after a decade. kagami still has the uniform button.

she's excellent at chess. she has a chess set in her room as a teenager and has multiple chess apps on her phone as an adult. she finds a chess set while in the borderland and plays sometimes with kuzuryu and ann. and at one point chishiya.

she's a diamond specialist clearly.

she loves old movies, mainly stuff from the 60s and 70s in the form of black-and-white movies and old animated films. she also has a soft spot for 80s and 90s animated movies. as a teen, she had quite the collection of movies that niragi finds in her room.

despite how he acts, niragi isn't actually mad that kagami left, it's the fact that she gave him a year of feeling 'normal' and then everything went to utter shit after she left, so he wishes she'd never given him that 'year of normal' that he never got again because having that hope and then having it snatched away was more painful than never having it at all.

kagami knows how to shoot because her cousin and maternal family in the countryside are game hunters.

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❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜ / idk man normal world cuishiya and game designer normal world niragi . . i have a vision .

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Something about this situation feels UNREAL to him. Like a dream that could easily be shattered and broken the way a reflection on the still surface of water can be disturbed. Chishiya still can't quite wrap his head around the situation despite how many hours he's spent thinking about it after work or on his breaks. ( Not that he intends to ADMIT THAT to Niragi - both from pride and a feeling he'd never live it down.) It's certainly not unpleasant, but it borders on absurdity in the context of Chishiya's life. Because Chishiya is....Chishiya. Despite how intelligent and attractive he is, he doesn't DO things like this and everyone knows it. He never has, and he thought he never would. That had been the plan at least. And yet here he is.

" WHATEVER I want? " Chishiya tilts his head with a conniving little gleam in his eyes like a cat about to get into trouble. It's late and he draws in a deep breath of the slightly chilly night air as he looks at the man beside him. " I'm just kidding. " He adds after a heartbeat with a hint of a SMILE before Niragi can regret his choice of words. Maybe. Chishiya's not entirely sure Niragi wouldn't try to come up with some clever way to see to what Chishiya might say just to show off. He likes that about the man though ; likes that the other can challenge him in ways no one else ever has.

His shift is finally over, and Chishiya reaches up to tug his ponytail down, letting his blonde strands fall free. " Your idea sounds perfect. I like the sound of pizza and a movie. " It feels like an easy way to coax himself into relaxing considering he has the next few days off. Normally he'd just....do nothing. Go home, eat maybe, and then sleep until he woke up eventually. RINSE AND REPEAT. It makes something in his chest ache the way Niragi seems to want to do something to help him unwind - he'd much prefer a night in with movies and pizza and desserts than going out to hit the town. " Can we get dessert too? The pizza place has that brownie cookie combo that's so good. I promise to share. " His calm expression falters at the corners of his lips where he's trying to suppress the small grin. He can already feel his mouth watering at the idea.

Chishiya's rather surprised to find how much he really wants this idea Niragi's presented. He's not used to it: TO WANTING.

" Ah. " His head tilts back a little more to look at Niragi. " I meant to ask you on my break but it got cut short. You were working on that bug you recently found in the game today, right? " Chishiya didn't particularly understand any of Niragi's tech speak after the basics, but he had REMEMBERED that Niragi mentioned over text. Besides, sometimes he just liked listening to the other chatter away. It was better than the loneliness he'd always known." How did that go? " / @crue11