#Niragi X Reader

[ghostlynightpanda]

hello its my againnn can i get aib with a reader who uses yo talk A LOT but when something traumatic happened to them in one of the games they stopped talking? (like mute) (take your time of course! and ur free to decline!)

AIB Characters react to Reader who stopped talking 

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, fem!reader, canon typical blood and violence, angst, 3.809 words

Ann

The Borderlands never rewarded noise.

But before, you didn't care. You talked anyway — to everyone, to no one, to fill the space between breaths. Nervous chatter, playful banter, sarcastic quips, loud declarations of victory. You laughed when people said you'd never shut up.

Ann used to give you that tiny, amused smirk when you rambled. Sometimes she'd cut in with a dry one-liner, but mostly, she just listened. She always listened.

You remember one night on the rooftop — the stars out, the air thick with the tension of survival — you sat beside her, legs swinging over the edge as you went on and on about what your favorite ice cream flavor was back home and how unfair it was that the Borderlands didn't have waffles.

Ann just hummed and nodded, arms crossed, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "You talk like you're afraid the world will forget you if you're quiet," she'd said softly.

You'd laughed. Loudly. "Maybe I am."

And then the game happened.

It wasn't even a high card. Just a cruel, twisted four of hearts with a simple rule: save yourself or save someone else.

You made the wrong choice.

They screamed your name. You remember their blood. You remember your knees giving out. You remember silence slamming into you like a wall.

You haven't spoken since.

Not a word. Not even a whisper. And it's not that you can't — it's just that something inside broke so loudly, it silenced everything else.

Ann notices. Of course she does. She's not the type to ask directly — not at first. She just starts hovering closer, brushing your hand when you're spaced out, walking in step beside you. She watches you the way someone might observe a storm cloud: with caution and a quiet sort of care.

When you curl up on the bed of our room one night, shaking from a nightmare you couldn't even scream through, Ann sits beside you without saying anything. Her presence is steady. Solid.

"You don't have to speak," she says eventually, voice low. "But if you ever want to… I'll be here."

You stare at her. Tears blur the edges of her face. Your lips part — but no sound comes.

She doesn't push. She just stays. Close enough that your shoulder touches hers.

Over the next few days, she starts talking more. Little things. The way she liked her coffee back home. Her favorite color. A story about a dog she once rescued. These are details she never shared before. She's offering them to you, filling the silence you left behind.

And slowly — painfully, cautiously — you start responding.

A nod.

A shake of your head.

A scribbled note on the back of a food wrapper.

Ann reads each one like it's precious.

You don't speak, not yet. But one night, you laugh — short and hoarse and broken, but real — when she messes up a card trick she swears she used to be good at.

She looks at you like that sound was the most beautiful thing she's heard in weeks.

She doesn't say anything. She just reaches out and gently brushes your fingers.

You're still quiet. Still healing.

But Ann? She's your anchor.

And maybe your voice isn't gone forever — just waiting for the right moment to return.

Kuina

You used to talk so much it drove everyone insane.

You filled every second with your voice — jokes, questions, random thoughts, fake arguments about pineapple on pizza. Kuina always told you to "breathe between sentences, damn," but there was a fondness behind it, a grin tugging at her lips even when she pretended to be annoyed.

You brought color to the dark, bloody world of the Borderlands. Even when everyone else was all hard edges and survival mode, you were the one spinning stories around the campfire and annoying the hell out of the others with your non-stop commentary.

Kuina once called you "a walking radio that never runs out of battery."

And now?

Now you're quiet.

Stone-cold silent.

The game that did it wasn't even the deadliest. It was just mean. Personal. It made you choose between saving someone who trusted you or saving yourself. And you froze. You chose wrong.

You watched someone die, screaming your name — and all the noise in your soul just… vanished.

Now it's been days. Weeks, maybe. Time doesn't mean much anymore.

Kuina's not used to the quiet from you. At first, she kept thinking you were just in shock, waiting for the usual flood of words. But when it never came, when your gaze stayed blank and your lips sealed, she stopped cracking jokes.

Instead, she stayed close.

She stopped expecting laughter and started offering silence. Gentle hands. Steady presence.

You sit at one of the windows of the Beach one night, legs pulled to your chest, watching the distant flicker of lasers from another deadly game. Kuina slips in beside you, leaning against the wall. She doesn't say anything at first. She never forces it. Never tries to fix you with words.

But then: "I miss your voice," she says softly, eyes watching the same sky as you. "It was annoying as hell sometimes… but it made me feel like this place didn't win yet."

Your chest tightens. Your fingers twitch. You want to answer. You want to go back.

But you can't.

"I'm not gonna push you," she adds after a beat. "I know what it's like. To break. To not know how to be you anymore."

Your head turns. You look at her — really look at her — and see it in her eyes. That same haunted pain. That understanding.

She reaches over and touches your hand. "Just... don't disappear. Even if it's silent. I'll be here."

And she means it.

The next morning, she leaves a pencil and a notebook next to your bed. Doesn't say a word. Just a little smirk as she walks out.

You stare at it for a long time before you finally pick it up.

The first thing you write isn't some long-winded joke or deep confession. It's just:

"I'm still here."

When Kuina sees it, her face softens in a way you've never seen before. She nods and knocks her knuckles against yours gently.

"Damn right you are."

Mira

The Beach is always noisy — laughter, shouting, splashes in the pool, the clink of bottles and the occasional sharp bang when egos clash.

You used to add to the chaos.

God, you were the chaos.

You joked with everyone, asked a million questions, flirted shamelessly, argued about nonsense just for fun. You were a wildfire — all energy and light, blazing through every hallway and rooftop gathering with something to say.

You hated silence.

And now?

Now you live in it.

The game that broke you wasn't loud. It was quiet — suffocating. Psychological. A hearts game that tore at your mind more than your body. There were no bodies left at the end. Just you.

Alive, but not you anymore.

When you returned to the Beach, you didn't speak.

Not to Hatter. Not to your friends. Not to the girl who used to beg you to shut up because she couldn't think over your voice.

They all thought it'd pass. That you were just in shock. But days went by. Then a week.

You stayed mute. And the silence became a weight no one could lift.

Except her.

Mira.

She noticed you when you first arrived, but you were too busy talking everyone's ear off to pay much attention to her. She was always around — elegant, distant, her smile like something carved out of glass. Polite. Patient. Observing.

Now, with your voice gone, Mira is suddenly… present.

She approaches you by the pool one night, where you sit with your feet in the water, a drink untouched beside you.

Her voice is calm. "You're quieter than I remember."

You don't look at her.

"You know," she continues, setting her own drink down with a soft clink, "in some cultures, silence is seen as a kind of power. A protest. Or a weapon."

You blink slowly.

She tilts her head, watching you with something unreadable behind her smile. "But here, silence draws attention. Are you trying to disappear? Or are you waiting for someone to ask the right question?"

Your lips part for a second — instinct, maybe — but nothing comes out. You clench your jaw. Frustrated.

"Not ready," she murmurs, more to herself than to you. "That's alright. I find quiet people interesting. They're rarely what they seem."

You glance at her then. She's sitting so close you can smell her perfume — soft, expensive, like orchids wilting in the sun.

Mira leans in just slightly, voice a gentle purr. "Would you like to play a game, darling?"

You freeze.

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, gauging your reaction — subtle, careful. When you don't answer, she just smiles, slow and pleased.

"No rush. I have all the time in the world."

She stands, brushing imaginary dust from her dress, and walks away — barefoot, serene, like something floating.

You don't know why, but your chest tightens.

From then on, she finds you often. She doesn't push you to speak, but she talks to you anyway. Tells you stories — her past, or maybe they're lies, you can't tell. Her voice is so soothing it almost makes you forget what you're not saying.

She teaches you chess one afternoon. You lose every time. Her smile never falters.

"You're more expressive when you're silent," she says during one match. "People underestimate the power of observation. You can learn so much by watching."

You meet her gaze.

And you realize, with a shiver, she's watching everything.

And yet… you feel safest with her.

Even when her hand lingers a bit too long on your wrist. Even when her eyes follow you across the room like she knows something you don't.

Even when she whispers, "I wonder what your voice will sound like when you finally break."

You should be afraid.

But you're not.

Not yet.

Aguni

You were the light in the room.

Every time.

Even in this half-dystopian resort full of scared strangers playing for their lives, you made people laugh. You gave nicknames. You asked dumb questions just to make someone roll their eyes. You talked like silence was something you could choke on — like your voice was your shield.

And maybe it was.

Because now that it's gone?

You're not sure how to breathe without it.

It happened during a club game. One of those physically exhausting, adrenaline-fueled nightmares where people die with their eyes open.

You survived. Barely.

But when they pulled you out of the wreckage — your clothes soaked in blood, your hands trembling — you didn't scream. You didn't cry.

You just stopped.

No one understood it. Not your friends. Not Hatter.

But Aguni? He didn't say anything either.

Just watched you. Quiet, like always. Eyes like a storm behind glass.

At first, you avoided him. His presence was… heavy. Like being near someone who carried a coffin on their back and dared you to ask what was inside. But then one day, as you sat alone near the edge of the Beach's training grounds, just staring into the dirt like it held answers, he dropped something next to you.

A wooden practice sword.

You blinked up at him.

"You still got fight in you," he said simply.

You didn't move.

"Or you wouldn't still be here."

That was it. He didn't stay. Didn't ask. Just walked off.

But the next day, he was there again.

And again.

He never asked you to talk. Never tried to fix it. He just handed you the sword, gave you a nod, and started training beside you.

At first, your grip was too loose. Your movements too slow. Your eyes too far away. But Aguni didn't criticize. He'd correct your stance once. Demonstrate a swing. Then go back to his own work.

Some days, you didn't even pick up the sword. You just sat there while he trained.

And he let you.

Because somehow, he understood. That sometimes pain is too loud to speak through. That sometimes silence is the scream.

Then one afternoon, he handed you the sword again — and you took it without hesitation.

You sparred.

Clumsy at first. Unsteady. But your body remembered how to move, even if your voice had forgotten how to sound.

You fell into the dirt, out of breath, limbs aching — and Aguni offered you his hand.

You took it.

He didn't smile. But his eyes softened, just a little. "You're getting stronger."

You nodded.

He turned to leave — then paused. "When you're ready," he said, voice low, steady, "you don't have to explain anything. Just say one thing. Anything."

You weren't sure if you ever would.

But the next day, you met him at the training grounds again. And this time?

You held the sword like you meant it.

Nirgai

You were the only one who could talk over Niragi.

Like, actually talk over him — mid-rant, mid-insult, mid-snarling threat — and somehow, he'd shut up and listen. Usually with a scowl. Sometimes with a smirk.

"You're such a damn mosquito," he'd snap at you, arms crossed and sunglasses pushed up like he was shielding himself from your entire personality. "Buzz, buzz, buzz, never f***in' stops."

And you'd grin back like it was a compliment.

It kind of was.

Because no matter how wild or unhinged Niragi got, you weren't afraid of him. You'd throw sarcasm right back at him. Mock his terrible poolside fashion choices. Sometimes, you even made him laugh — just a quick, sharp thing under his breath, but real.

"You're insane," he'd mutter.

"Takes one to vibe with one," you'd say.

And it was weird — but it worked. You weren't close, exactly. Not in the "share your secrets" kind of way. But there was a thread between you two. Tension. Understanding. Energy.

Until the game.

It was a hearts game. Of course it was.

You came back bloody, shaking, but not from injuries. From what you had to do. From what you saw. From what you couldn't stop.

You didn't speak.

Not that night.

Not the next day.

Not for the entire week after.

People gave you space. They figured it'd pass. You were always the one who talked too much anyway — maybe you just needed time to reboot.

But Niragi noticed first.

Because suddenly the mosquito was gone.

No buzzing. No teasing. No snarky comeback when he said something cruel at breakfast.

Just your empty chair.

He didn't say anything. But the next day, you found a Snickers bar shoved into your drawer.

Then a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, half-broken but still working.

Then he showed up outside your room, leaned against the wall like he wasn't waiting for you.

"You're creeping everyone out, you know," he said casually. "Not talking? That's supposed to be Last Boss' job."

You stared at him. Blank. Hollow.

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. Great. You're broken."

You didn't flinch. Didn't move.

But you stayed. You let him sit with you. Every day. Sometimes in silence. Sometimes he talked — nonsense, mostly. Complaints. Trash talk. Theories about what the hell this place even was.

And sometimes he told you things you weren't sure he'd ever told anyone else.

Like how it wasn't the killing that bothered him, but the quiet after. Like how the silence always felt like the part where you realized you were still alone.

"I hate it," he muttered once, voice low, the edge gone. "Not hearing you talk. It's annoying."

You turned your head toward him.

Your eyes met.

And slowly, shakily — you reached out and tugged the edge of his sleeve.

It wasn't much.

But it was something.

His eyes dropped to your fingers, then back up to your face.

He didn't smile. Not really.

But his voice was different when he said, "Tch. Took you long enough."

And that night, he didn't leave your side.

Last Boss

Last Boss never said much.

And you? You never stopped.

It was the oddest contrast. You, walking sunshine and chaos, always talking to fill the void. Him, quiet and still, like a shadow with a sword. You weren't afraid of him — not even when everyone else tiptoed around him like he might snap and slice.

You used to follow him around sometimes, even when he clearly didn't want company.

"You ever think about how weird this place smells?" "No? Just me?"

"What's the meaning behind that tattoo? No seriously, tell me!"

"You're so dramatic, it's kinda hot."

And he'd give you this slow blink, like he was deciding whether to ignore you or kill you. You never shut up — and somehow, he never walked away.

You used to joke that he liked you in his own "silent haunted cryptid" way.

He never confirmed or denied it.

But when you came back from that game — the one where everything went wrong — you weren't smiling.

You weren't speaking.

You weren't you.

And for the first time, he approached you.

You were sitting alone in the hallway just outside the Beach's laundry room, knees tucked to your chest, hands shaking, lips clamped shut. You didn't look up when the shadow fell over you.

He sat down beside you without a word.

You didn't flinch. You didn't even glance at him.

But the silence felt different. Like it wasn't just empty — like it was holding space for you.

He didn't speak that day.

Or the next.

But he kept showing up.

Sometimes, you found strange comfort in the gentle scrape of his sword as he sharpened it nearby. The way he moved — precise, quiet, like he belonged to a different world. Sometimes he'd bring things: a cup of water. A protein bar. A lighter you'd once lost.

And one evening, a notebook.

He didn't say anything. Just handed it to you, along with a pencil, and tapped the cover once before leaving.

Inside the first page, in surprisingly neat handwriting, was a single line:

"If you can't speak, write. If you can't write, sit. I'll still listen."

You stared at it until your vision blurred.

You didn't write anything back that night.

But the next day, you did.

Just one word:

"Why?"

When you gave the notebook back, he read the page slowly. Then scribbled a reply beneath it.

"Because silence doesn't scare me. I live there too."

That was when you started to heal — quietly, slowly, but meaningfully.

Some nights, you'd sit on the rooftop with him, the notebook passed back and forth between you like a lifeline. You'd write something dumb. He'd write something deep and cryptic. You'd throw a paper ball at his head. He'd smirk.

You didn't need words anymore.

But you were getting them back.

And when your voice did return — raw and hesitant — he was the first to hear it.

You whispered his name.

And he blinked, surprised. Turned toward you slowly.

His expression didn't change.

But something in his eyes did.

"…Say it again," he murmured.

So you did.

And in the silence that followed, he didn't say anything.

He just reached out and gently took your hand.

Chishiya 

Chishiya never liked noise.

He didn't say it outright, but it was obvious. The way he'd disappear during parties. The way his lip twitched when the Beach got too loud. The way his eyes narrowed whenever someone talked just to hear themselves.

And you?

You were noise.

Not in the obnoxious way — you were smart, sharp, too fast with your mouth for most people to keep up. You teased everyone, including him, which most people wouldn't dare to do. But you did it so fearlessly, so lightly, like you were trying to pull something warm out of people who didn't even know they had warmth left.

"You talk too much," he'd mutter, flipping through files or walking past you on the roof.

And you'd grin. "Yeah, but you listen. That's what's suspicious."

You always said he was more fun to annoy than to avoid.

And then... you stopped talking.

It happened during a hearts game. One where trust was the weapon and guilt was the executioner.

You made it out alive. Your partner didn't.

No one blamed you. No one could — the rules had been rigged from the start.

But you blamed you. And you stopped speaking.

Just like that. Like a switch flipped.

No more jokes. No more endless commentary. No more light in your eyes when you teased Chishiya.

He noticed instantly. Of course he did.

But he didn't come to you right away. He waited. Observed. Let the others try first.

Kuina begged you. Hatter gave you space. Ann watched from afar.

But Chishiya?

He came when no one else was watching.

"You haven't said anything in six days," he said flatly, sitting next to you on the stairs by the old vending machine.

You didn't look at him. Just hugged your knees tighter.

"I liked you better when you were irritating," he added, sipping from a bottle of something lukewarm.

You gave no reaction.

But that didn't matter. He wasn't here for a reaction.

He was here because something about your silence was louder than all your jokes had ever been.

Over the next few days, he started showing up more. Sitting near you. Not speaking much. Just being there — like gravity that didn't press too hard.

Once, he handed you a playing card.

The Queen of Hearts.

On the back, he'd scribbled with a pen:

"What happened wasn't your fault. But the silence is your choice."

You stared at the words.

And the next day, you wrote on the card in return:

"Then why does it feel like punishment?"

He flipped it over, read it, then pocketed the card.

That night, he said something that stuck. "You think silence is safer. That if you don't speak, nothing can be taken from you again. But silence doesn't protect you. It just isolates you. And you don't need isolation."

You swallowed hard, but still… said nothing.

Until the day of the next game.

A diamonds game — logic-based, brutal in its precision. You and Chishiya were on the same team. And in the final round, when he was cornered, nearly trapped by a misstep, your voice cracked through the silence:

"Don't move."

Everyone froze.

Even Chishiya.

You stepped forward, pointing out the flaw in the opponent's equation — voice shaking, hoarse, but clear.

You won.

Later that night, back at the Beach, he found you on the roof.

He didn't smile — not really — but his voice was just a touch softer. "So. You're back."

You shrugged but didn't give an answer.

He didn't say anything either, he just sat next to you.

And for the first time in a long time…

The silence wasn't heavy.

It was safe.

Masterlist

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Attention

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Warnings: Swearing, alludes to smut but no actual smut cuz I'm not ready to post that yet. Daddy Kink???? Kinda maybe idk.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Summary: Chishiya wants your and Niragi's attention.

The first thing Chishiya saw when he entered your shared room was you. You were happily sitting in your chair in front of your vanity, organising your nail varnishes and trying to decide which colour to go for. Niragi was sitting in a chair near the window, cleaning his gun.

Chishiya walked deeper into the room and momentarily watched the two of you. He walked to you and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. You looked at him through the vanity and giggled. “Welcome home.” You said happily. You happily turned in your seat and pressed your lips against his in a short yet sweet kiss. You then turned back to your nail polish. 

Chishiya walked over to Niragi and tapped his shoulder lightly. Now, Chishiya had been expecting a lot of reactions from Niragi. A kiss. A ‘hello' or an ‘I missed you.’ Maybe he even expected him to question where he had been. However, what he hadn't expected was for Niragi to look at him and say. “Not now, Kitten, Daddy's cleaning his gun.” 

Chishiya blinked. He was pretty sure his brain had stopped working for a moment. He didn't even notice the sound of your nail varnishes being knocked over after you gasped. You let out a giggle because what the fuck? Niragi had never said something like that before. 

Niragi smirked to himself as he cleaned his gun. He had a goal the moment Chisiya walked through that door, and it was the reaction he getting. He finally looked at the blonde. There he was, quiet, frozen. Blinking as he processed what had just happened. As he processed what was just said. 

Chishiya shook his head. He could see both of you watching him. “I’ll be right back.” He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Shit, what was this feeling in his stomach? Why was his brain so foggy after such a simple sentence? Because it wasn’t just simple. It wasn’t just what Niragi said. It was how he had said it. With authority. So smooth and no hesitation. Not sparing him a glance. Yet the words had also come out in a way that wrapped themselves around Chishiya's mind and squeezed. 

You turned to Niragi and raised an eyebrow at him. “I think you just unlocked a new kink for him.” You told him with a smile on your face. You stood up and walked over to Niragi. The male took one of your hands in his and kissed your palm. The smirk was still on his face as he looked up at you. 

“Just for him?” He asked you curiously. He noticed the way your cheeks heated up. Adorable. 

“This isn’t about me, this is about our love and how you just crashed his brain like it was a computer.” You told him, your voice holding so much sass. 

Niragi placed his gun down and tugged you closer to him. “Don’t be a brat.” His voice was low and deep. Both of your attentions were brought to the bathroom as the door opened. Chishiya stepped out and walked over to both of you. He sat down on the bed and then lay back. 

“You good over there, Kitten?” Niragi asked as he stood up. He walked over to Chishiya and leaned over him, his hands coming to either side of Chishiya’s head, trapping the shorter male between him and the bed. 

“I’m fine.” Chishiya didn’t sound so sure about that. His voice was shakier. A shiver ran down his spine. The tent in his shorts told another story. The way Niragi pressed into him told him that the taller male knew exactly what he wanted. Niragi tutted for a moment, obviously not happy about being lied to. “I-” He wasn’t normally like this. He was never ready to just give in. Most times, he liked to make Niragi work for it. But tonight, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Shiya. You know what Daddy wants to hear.” Oh, the way you said it was like it was dripping in honey. How could you say something so innocently but have it sound like the filthiest thing in the world? Your words went to both Chishiya and Niragi’s cores. Both groaned. You sat down next to Chishiya's head and smiled sweetly at him. You ran your fingers through his hair. Normally, it was the other way around. It was he and Niragi ganging up on you. Trapping you between them. Making you beg. Making you whine. Making you a mess that only the two of them would ever get to see. The two of you locked eyes. Chishiya gulped. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a long night.

At least he would get what he wanted. Both of your attentions were on him. Only him. Not on guns or nail polish. Him. That's all he had wanted since he walked through that door. He wanted to have you both focus on him. Because sometimes, he needed the attention. Chishiy looked between the two of you and licked his lips.

“Please.”

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Tear you apart

Niragi as your friend with benefits, headcannons. Fem reader. +18 below cut

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⚠️ In dark, full of despair world of Borderland luxurious Beach seemed to be dreamlike utopia where everybody could just enjoy life and forget about constant bloody fight for survival, even if only for a second. However, this illusion of a paradise was hiding many ugly secrets. Power-hungry control freaks in charge, enemies hidden in plain sight, armed social outcasts terrorising its residents under excuse of keeping the order and crowd of people trying to drown their existential fear in sex, drugs and alcohol. Caged between constant anxiety and bitter, temporary relief after each game won you also lived through every day as if it was your last. Instead of numbing yourself with strange pills or vodka, you found more primal addiction to distract your mind and body from this reality.

You were concerned about how fast this dangerous and unpredictable man became your painkiller. Everything about him was like a big red flag, but this brutal realm made you used to chaos. Hell, maybe it was exactly the thing that made you seek him out. After all, you could die in the next game, why not take a risk and enjoy something you wouldn't have enough courage to try in the real world? So you listened to your body and indulged in this forbidden pleasure. In the end it's not that deep, it's not like you two are a thing, you just want to feel alive before you get old, or more likely eliminated from games. And he was so exciting. Bad boy, fun and unpredictable. Niragi made your heart beat faster.

⚠️ What made you so physically interested in him at first was his tongue. Pierced, long and extremely agile. The way Niragi used to stick it out at all times didn't help at all, the sight of its tip gently stroking his lower lip while he concentrated on something never failed to make you insanely wet. You cringed a bit when he tried to provoke you by doing some obscene moves with it in your face, tho.

Nowadays this hot, talented tongue of his drives you to insanity. Niragi has oral fixation and his idea of foreplay usually includes licking you from your head to your toes. He will only ever do things in bed that satisfy him, he isn't the type to do something just because you like it. So when he tastes you all over you better believe he does it for his own pleasure. Not to mention the ego boost he gets from your moans when he overstimulates you with it. He knows just how flexible and long is his tongue and loves to flex it. As much as he gets off on disgusted reactions he gets from ladies when he flirts with them (sometimes even behaving a bit vulgar to earn them) sometimes deep down he wants to be wanted, needed, begged for - and he achieves it when his head is between your legs. So ask for him, moan, even ride his face, it makes him so eager. This is the only bit of control this man will let you have in bed.

⚠️ Besides this one thing, he's strictly dominant. A lot of his trauma revolves around being humiliated and having his physical boundaries violated to extreme level, just how much it influenced him shows in the way he fucks. First of all he loves to bind your hands. Besides the fact, that it makes you very vulnerable in front of him, making him feel more confident and secure - it's also a way for him to make sure you won't touch him in a way he couldn't control. He is a very touch starved person who craves physical stimulation and company of others more than anything, but for years only physical touch from others he got was painful and violent. This screwed him up deeply. He tries to shield himself during sex, for example he will not fully undress himself while you are completely naked or he will behave in overconfident or pushy way, hoping you won't notice how much his hands shake. You know how people who starved for a long time get nauseous when they finally get some food? That's Niragi and affection. So he will ovestimulate you until you can't even think anymore; bind your hands above your head to not feel your palm press against his chest - where his heart is; and intimidate you to make you submissive. He wants to feel your warm flesh accept him so much he will manhandle you and squeeze you, to make sure you are real, to make sure you are there. To make sure he can touch you and you won't run from him. He always fucks hard and fast, like he's trying to prove a point. You never now if it's to you or to himself.

⚠️ Niragi is impulsive and always seeks stronger stimuli, he has a strong tendency to overdo things. His mood changes very fast. You will definitely notice how it shows in bed as well. He has extremely bad day and wants to feel less shitty? He will fuck you in front of other people so everybody can see just how much of a man he is. He feels like somebody questioned his authority at the meeting with other high status citizens of the Beach? He might choke you just to feel empowered, to feel like your life lays in his hands and see your begging gaze get cloudy. He will do many things to make sure you feel who has control here, like making you suck on his gun (safety on, dw), spitting on your pussy and slapping it harshly just to hear you scream his name or leaving hickeys wherever he wants regardless of your opinion on that. He is the one deciding when and where you two fuck, your sex life revolves around his activities with the Militants.

⚠️ He's a messy boy and sex with him is just as messy. He loves it wet. At the end you will be covered in cum and spit and his entire face will be soaked with your squirt. He comes wherever he wants. Bad impulse control and awful pull out game. Things tend to go in dubcon territory with him from time to time cause he treats you like his doll and handles rejections very badly. He openly considers himself a filthy creep and is not ashamed of this indentity, pretty much the opposite - he embraces it. He wouldn't hesitate to eat your ass or kiss you right after he filled your mouth with his cum. He's the type to find your after game of spades just to lick off your sweat. If it makes you uncomfortable he gets instant boner. He's hella hypersexual so expext a lot of sex.

⚠️ He will have trouble with respecting rules of fwb deal. He will leave hickeys and cum inside you like you are his. Niragi will get jealous as if you were in commited relationship and will blame you for advances of other people out of his own insecurity and fear that you will choose someone else over him. Don't even try eyeing other people. He will at first attempt to disguise his jealousy as being protective to not feel like a loser but won't keep it up for long. Unless you crush his rival's dreams in the cruelest way possible he is mad at you just in case you even considered other guy for a second. You might get tired of it pretty fast, Niragi constantly refuses to be open and vulnerable with you while expecting you to be as loyal as a girlfriend should be, even if you never promised each other anything but pleasure. However he simply doesn't care if he's being unfair. He is not a good guy after all.

⚠️ If at any point you decide to get out of this fwb thing with him, well. Good fucking luck. Niragi will definitely get pissed off, trying to argue with you and convince you that you have no say in this matter. If you manage to withstand this pressure and leave anyways - get ready for him to get passive aggressive. He will make your life harder and won't hesitate to use his position on the beach to do so, hoping that you will come to him for help. Any guy that tries to approach you will suffer consequences of Niragi's fury as well. Nobody can touch you if he can't. If loneliness and helplessness won't be enough to make you come back to him, expect him to invade your personal space and bother you. The only way for it to stop is escaping from the Beach.

[ankababy]

i saw someone say that saying chishiya is a manipulator is mischaracterization of his character 💀💀 are they watching the show with their eyes close because chishiya manipulated and used arisu and usagi to find the real location of the cards.

like i love chishiya but he is NOT a good person. also some people deny that niragi and chishiya are alike. just because chishiya never sa'd anyone doesn't mean he is a good person. he used people like pawns to get want he wants. he and niragi are equally as bad (but niragi is a little more evil).

Gotta be so real with you guys, him being evil just makes him 100x hotter and a much more interesting character in my eyes.

I remember seeing those real man slideshows back when the song was still trending and Chishiya was at the real man part. NO!! He’s a fucker and I love him the way he is💔

[crimsonnsstuff]

Niragi p!links

Rubbing his boot against your pussy (photo)

Pounding you into the couch

He tied you up :/

Daily pussy inspection!!

You were being a brat

He saw you talking too Arisu

You’re sensitive

“Stay quiet”

Jerking off while you sit on his face

[thecheshireprincess]

not one but TWO stories coming at you tomorrow 😜

Let Me (Chishiya x GN!Reader)

Loyal (Niragi x F!Reader)

since you guys have been so patient with me this week, here's a quick sneak peek at a scene from Loyal 🔥💃🏼 please enjoy 😜

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with no plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, sex in public?, Niragi's hands, choking, curse words

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

The elevator doors glide together slowly, as if aware you'd be in for it as soon as they were fully closed. In one swift motion, Niragi has his long fingers wrapped around the column of your throat, driving your bare back into the cold steel of the elevator wall and lifting your feet slightly off the ground. Full control. You can only whimper in arousal as the man hits the emergency stop button, the upward movement halting and leaving you locked in the tiny metal box with your infuriated boyfriend.

"Don't you know who you belong to, angel?" He finally demands, speaking for the first time since dragging you away from the pool. His face is centimeters from your own, hot breath ghosting across your face as he pants in rage. Hot. His hand remains locked around your throat, thumb squeezing into your pulse point; his wild eyes looking down on you and waiting impatiently for an answer. You whine again, the air being crushed from your lungs in the most delicious way.

"Cat got your tongue, baby? Answer me," He growls, thrusting his knee between your thighs to relieve some pressure on your throat. Him doing so admittedly amplifies pressure elsewhere in your body, but you aren't going to complain. Not about this. You groan lewdly, the carnal sound bouncing between the four walls and making Niragi grin wickedly. "Oh, you like that, angel? Grind your pussy on my leg baby, soak my jeans. Take the pleasure you need from me."

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

A/N: Sorry. See you tomorrow 🫶🏻

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

♠️ AiB males in Mingle-Game with you ♠️

A/N: I thought about this kind of headcanons while I was trying to fall asleep. 😬

The game is part of the second season from Squid Game, so if you haven't seen it yet but want to watch it- This writing may contain slight spoilers! 😶‍🌫️

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Squid Game related; may contain Spoilers for season 2!

A g u n i

That man really hates playing games with you together. He isn't showing, but he is afraid of losing you in one of those games especially when it comes to the thought of losing you 'cause he is not able to protect you ...

He has the will of a leader and he may be pretty strong, physically and psychologically, but not knowing which game you'll join together almost kills him ever and ever again.

That's why Aguni always tries his best to convince you to play different games but this time he lost the discussion.

Thanks god it's not heart game the two of you joined, but clubs.

Bro, that man breathes a sigh of relief, you wouldn't believe it.

No chances he will leave your side, he stands by you and follows you everywhere you go, no matter what.

And he is watching you the. whole. damn. time.

Standing on the circling plate, he will touch you with his elbow when you start moving your body because of the playing song.

"Don't forget, it's all or nothing. Stay focused and stop dancing, you need to concentrate."

... He is finding it pretty cute actually but who is he to confess?

Ah, the plate stops moving and the song stops playing. A voice tells the number of people each group needs before running in one of the rooms you need to hide to win this game.

Good for you, nearly everybody knows Aguni.

And nearly everybody is fine with whoever wants to build a group with them, I mean everyone is just trying to survive ...

"A group of 3 people?" "Can't be this hard to find one more- no time to lose!"

Be prepared, he will carry you over his shoulder without hesitation ... He just grabs you and flicks you over ...

"Wow, alright, calm down Aguni, I have legs myself, you know?!" "Daily dose of training."

A r i s u

Same as Aguni, Arisu wouldn't step away from your side, leaving you alone in the crowd of people you may or may not know by even their names.

He's a cutie pie. While standing on the moving plate, he would stand by you as near as possible, just to make sure he isn't losing you.

Plus he wants to make sure you know he will always be there for you and no matter what happens, he isn't going anywhere without you.

He lost the most meaningful people in his life already. It broke him. Losing you- it's hard to say if he would make it another time.

Still, different from Aguni , he wouldn't mind moving with you to the song a little.

Actually it would be pretty fun to him, dancing to the rhythm with you.

For a second he would forget why you guys are even here ...

Lord have mercy, he loves you for that.

If he is able to, he would even sing along, sadly korean doesn't belong to his strength ...

Freestyle!

"Love, did you even know what the children are singing about?" "Actually no, but this song is both a curse and a blessing."

People will look at you as if you are a couple that is losing their minds- how can you have fun with the knowing this could be your last minute on earth?

Seriously, how?

"Oh, the song ends ..." "And we aren't moving anymore ..." "2!", the unknown voice tells the players.

Arisu grabs your wrist, not thinking about it twice, and drags you behind him, towards the door closest to you.

"Oi, don't be so rough on me!" "Sorry, gamer reflexes!"

C h i s h i y a

The strategist of this game.

Nobody would find a sample in this game as fast as he does.

Play with him the first and second round, and he will be able to guess the number of group members for every following turn.

"They will do everything to kill as many people as possible." "You don't say." "It's important to know. Based on that, the numbers are chosen." "Are you really trying to find a ... system behind this game?" "I'm not trying, I already found it. Just stand near me and everything will be okay."

Remembering the last games you played with him, you know he is right.

At first it was hard for you to trust him. He was always a mysterious person to you- calm, smart, ambitious. That makes him ... kind of a dangerous person.

But since you started "dating" him, it gets easier for you letting him take control in games you play both together.

"Promise you bring us out here alive ...?" "Not a big fan of promises, but this ... this is easy to handle."

He takes your hand you held out to him when you asked him that question. But not just to give you his word- he interlaces his fingers with yours instead, pulling you a little closer to him and making sure you stand by him.

Your face gets red like a tomato ...

"You know, you make the games a little more important to me, Y/N." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Your life matters more to me than my own life- so I'm willing to protect you. Even though it's just with my high level of intelligence." "... Well, who are you and what have you done to Chishiya?", you laugh while he is just giggling a little.

K a r u b e

Fun is important to him, he doesn't want to think about dying the whole time.

So he doesn't want YOU to think of dying the whole time, too.

I guess Karube could be the one dancing with like crazy to the song. Not just moving his body back and forth.

More like Thanos and Nam-gyu did in the series ... I was laughing so hard when I saw them dancing on the plate. 😭

Back to topic; he just wants you to feel comfortable and, above all, safe around him.

He loves having you close to him. As long as you are with him, he is sure that he can do anything.

He is also willing to achieve everything he has set himself as a goal.

Accordingly, if he has made it his goal to leave the game with you ...

... then he WILL leave this game WITH you!

Means, without ifs and buts, he stays with you. From start to finish.

We know how impulsive Karube can be.

Anyone who stands in the way of him and his plans will never be happy again.

For example, the player who tried to push in front of him when you two were running in a room together.

Then he is simply grabbing the clothes and pulls the foreign person out of the room again- with force and full physical strength.

If the stranger is lucky, he gets away with a broken nose.

If not, he will die- Karube has no mercy for people blocking his way.

"Well, you know, it's not necessary always punching people in the face when they are just panicking and fighting for their lives, Babe ..." "I know, but I was panicking, too. And I want to live. And I want you to live, too, y/n. I want a future with you, not with a-" “Unknown human being!", you say, stopping him from uttering an insult. "You are too good for this world, love."

N i r a g i

Bro's kinda rough to everyone, not just you. We all know what a beast he can be, so when it comes to finding group members, he will use every method that comes to his mind to make people join both of you.

Niragi isn't good with words. He would provoke the other players or manipulate them making sure you and himself can leave this game alive.

Yeah ... he has a soft spot for you.

Can you imagine him having a heart!? 😭

Anyways, his life isn't as important as yours, for him at least.

That's doesn't mean he wants to die in here!

You are just his priority, so when the voice is telling a number and other players don't want him to join their group, he would do ANYTHING that you are able to join a group.

Yep, he would grab people by their collar.

And he would punch and kick them if necessary.

... His firearm could also be used.

"Listen here, you litte fuck. You will make sure that you team up with her and you will make sure that you end up properly in one of these ugly rooms, that she gets out of here alive. Otherwise-" Niragi points his gun at the unknown player, ignoring your "No, stop! Put that down, are you crazy?!"

Damn, he would kill everyone in here to make sure you will survive, it's insane ...

Funny to say, his method is working very well ...

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!

˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.

˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.

˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.

˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.

˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.

˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.

˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.

˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.

˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.

˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.

˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.

˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”

˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.

˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.

˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.

˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.

˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.

˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.

˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”

˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”

˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.

˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.

˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”

˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.

˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.

˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.

˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”

˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. ���what a shame. the weak ones survived.”

˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.

˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.

˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”

˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.

˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.

˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.

˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”

˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.

˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.

˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.

˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.

˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.

˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.

˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Yandere AIB Boys - Restraining Order

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

Summary: (Normal world AU) Filing a restraining order against him was supposed to solve your problems, but it only makes it worse. [Arisu, Karube, Niragi]

WARNINGS: Stalking; Manipulation; Violence. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊

Hope you like this @ccaarro (idea credit goes to her)

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Arisu

“Please, just– just listen to me… All I want is to talk.” 

Your face heats up, exasperation and frustration building up inside you like a volcano. You’re tired from work and being ambushed by Arisu right after the restraining order only adds up to your annoyance.

The parking lot is practically empty, only a few cars left. You would be scared if you didn’t know that Arisu is physically incapable of hurting you. 

 You fish inside the purse, searching for your keys with the shiny moonlight as the only source of light and Arisu stares at you with big desperate eyes. His hair is all messy, clothes wrinkled.

He looks so miserable and distressed that you almost feel bad about him …

... almost. 

“This is all a big misunderstanding, please, you have to understand!” he tries, “I’m not a creep, I swear I’m not.”

You look back, glaring at him for a moment before diving your face back into your purse. Those damn keys. 

“Arisu, just… go home.” you say, finally getting a hold of your car keys. “And leave me alone.”

You turn towards him, a few more prepared words ready for him. A yelp escapes from your lips at the sudden collision against his body. 

“What-”

Arisu backs out immediately, hands in the air to placate you. 

“I… you’re not understanding me. Please, just let me explain, okay?” he rushes to say, before you can stop him. 

“I love you. I love you so much.” you glare at him, and Arisu gulps but doesn’t falter. “And I know that you don’t feel the same for me, but if you just give me one chance…. I’ll give you so much love, I’ll always keep you happy - no matter what."

"And please… I’ll do whatever I have to do to make you understand that.” 

Karube

There’s a commotion rising near the entrance of your office, you can hear it from the street as you approach the building. That’s unusual. You strut forward, getting your company ID card, ready to clock in.  

“I’m not leaving without talking to her, damnit!” the shouting voice is awfully familiar, the sight of the bleached blonde hair even more so. Oh no!

You stare as the scene unfolds in front of you. Karube curses, hand rubbing his hair in a frustrated motion as the doorman doesn’t allow him to enter.

It feels like a slow motion scene when his eyes meet yours, his face lightening up with recognition. Your legs move too slow, only making it to the corner of the street before you’re caught. 

You yelp right before Karube grabs you, dragging you by the wrist to the nearest empty alley.

It happens too fast, your mind swirling with emotions and thoughts, your voice swallowed down by your helplessness. You’ve never been good at confrontation. 

“Have you lost your mind?!” Karube is on you the moment your back is against the cement wall. His hands grab your face, strong and determined, forcing you to look at him.

“Huh?! What were you thinking? A restraining order? From my own girlfriend? Fuck no.” 

“Karube, just… just calm down–”

“Why are you being so melodramatic, hein? We’re in love, we love each other.” he vehemently declares, and you shiver at the flurry of emotions that paint his face.

This isn’t the Karube you fell in love with.

No, this new Karube is someone that scares you to the core. Someone that tries to control you down to the smallest things, someone that despises your own freedom. 

“Listen, okay, just listen to me.” his hands dig deeper into the soft skin of your face, immobilizing you.

His breath rages on your face and the slight hint of whiskey makes you nauseous. “That restraining order… that damn thing doesn’t change anything for us. Okay?”

“I’m not letting that come between us. I’m not letting anything come between us.”

Niragi

The banging on the bedroom door grows in volume. More insistent, more aggressive. You’re scared it won’t hold out for much longer and your heart races wildly at the thought. 

You should call the police. Call your parents. Call anyone that might help you. Except your phone is currently sitting in the kitchen while you’re barricaded in the small pantry of the apartment. Damn it. 

“Oi, open up the door.” a nasty punch is delivered on cue, the door shaking on its hinges. “Do you really want me to break it down? Cause I will, damnit.” 

Terror swells inside you, pushing on your chest like heavy stones. He’s angry - of course he’s angry.

Why wouldn’t he be after being delivered with a restraining order? 

A pathetic attempt at a threat. Practically an insult thrown his way. Now that you think about it, it was never a good idea. But fear makes you do stupid things. 

The banging increases in power, Niragi’s laughter filling your ears. 

“If you open this door, I’ll go nicer on you. Don’t you want that?” he yells. “Open this door and I might not break your entire face, doll. Just a punch or two as a punishment.”

You scrunch your face, hand curling on your chest as if to keep you grounded. 

You stare at the door, helpless. The lock shakes and rattles, growing weaker by the moment.  

There’s a moment of silence that marks the nail in the coffin, your heart thumping in your ears. The lock finally gives up, breaking apart as it reveals an euphoric Niragi.

He kicks the door to the side, with a victorious chuckle. 

“You look scared. Trembling like a leaf.” he remarks, cracking his head to the side. “Looks like that restraining order of yours didn’t work, huh.” 

[j-jinxee]

𐙚 :: Thinking about Niragi again,,

!! NSFW below the cut !!

₊˚♱ Thinking about the way he'd fuck my face till my throats so bruised I can barely talk. The way he'd pull my hair while shoving my head down until my nose met his pelvis. The way he'd stop just for a second before shooting his seed down my throat, moaning as I swallow every last drop of the hot white fluid.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd swear he just wants to 'help you' in the shower, but it quickly turns into being pinned against the wall as he nails you from behind. Hot steam surrounding you as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the little bud soooo fucking smoothly, contrasting the hard, rough sensations caused by his cock.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd have a thousand different ways to punish you. Ranging from overstimulating you till you cry — to not allowing you to touch him. Some nights, you'd see the sun come up before he was done with you. Other nights, he'd make you get yourself off while he watches, then laugh when you weren't able to. 'Awh baby really needs me? Can't get off without my cock anymore huh? Well, too fucking bad'

₊˚♱ The way he'd give you your own hand gun to protect yourself, even though there's no chance of anyone ever fucking with you. Everyone knows who you're with, as if they'd try anything, but he insists you need it.

₊˚♱ The way he'd come to you after shooting someone. Angry reasoning turns into him crying in your arms from his ptsd, expressing how people just make him so angry until he snaps, even if he doesn't mean to. He doesn't want to face the consequences of things he can't control, so he cries with you, the only person who doesn't make him feel less than.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how unintentionally possessive he gets after those moments. How after you comfort him, he will not let you go. To him its just any other night, but you've picked up on his habits over time. His heart is scared to lose you, so after being vulnerable he'll hold you all night. Not wanting to let you go in fear you'll leave.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how soft he could be with you :( yes he is a sadistic maniac who could kill you at any moment, but he doesn't, and he never would. You're his only place he can be vulnerable, he'd never let anyone else see that.

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Dk how I switched from hella sexual to lowk sad but I jus have so many thoughts abt this man so makes sense 🤧🤧 ALSO the way I wrote the first one in first person but then the rest in second lmfao ignore it. Anyways this was like an organised jjinx thoughts ig? Not rlly headcanons but ykyk, hope u like xx

[darinawrites]

♧|Aib characters protecting you in lights out|♧

Characters: Kuina, Arisu, Chishiya, Ann, Niragi

A/n: Since the Aib fandom on tt is only talking about how they would be in squid game, I thought this would be interesting. Also, I lost the longer version of this and cried at the loss of the 1.7k words I wrote 💔 I'm too sleep deprived for all of this, I just want my sleep man I also can't tag Ann without my post glitching out for some reason. Had to sit here 40 minutes trying to decipher what I did wrong with the tags.

┆彡Chishiya

He would be prepared, immediately figuring out what the game is trying to provoke and would make a plan

He knows physical strength is something he lacks in, so he'll try and make weapons out of everything. Give him toilet paper and he'll somehow make it explosive. Don't test this mans concerning knowledge of weapons.

While telling you his plan, he'd try and convince himself it's for his own greed. That you fight well and could even be a potential sacrifice, but he knows it isn't true. He knows there's a sincere affection beneath his actions. He's confident in his plans, he doesn't need you as backup. Especially since it would hold him back, your scrupulous personality picking fights with ever other person, making you a target. Yet the words still flew out of his mouth

Oh, love. How much he loathed how it made him act against what he believes. How your wellbeing is in his thoughts much more than he'd like

But he won't ever tell you his worry, not at all. He'd hide it behind the apathetic personality he built up.

Overall, he would protect you in a way you wouldn't notice, but put his thoughts at peace

"Chishiya, how the fuck..." you were astonished at what he could make with such little resources. A makeshift knife shining on his hand.

"For what do you need that anyways? I thought your confident in your plans, not the genius you thought you were?" you teased, earning yourself a small, barely noticeable grin on his face.

"It's good to have a weapon, regardless of the fight happening today. Besides, with all the enemies you have it wouldn't be so bad to have a little help." his words made you gasp loudly and dramatically. Staring at him with an over exaggerated shock on your face.

"You really think I can't beat their asses, Chishiya? You think so low of me." clutching your heart as if its broken, your words flowing out with fake emotion.

"Oh, I would never." he said with as much emotion he could muster to imitate your disappointed voice. Quickly hiding his weapon as he saw the guards come with breakfast.

"You better! Or else I'll kick your ass too." you giggled, standing up to get food that will only last for a few hours before hunger rumbles in your stomach again. But you'll take everything you can.

┆彡Kuina

While she wouldn't notice immediately what the game is trying to do, she surely will notice what the O players plan to do. She isn't stupid and it wouldn't surprise her once she realizes. Noticing how petulant people around her are.

She wouldn't worry lots though and not put much thought in what she'd do when it happens. She can easily beat all the inexperienced players around her, she's strong and has nothing to worry about.

Kuina wouldn't be an outstanding target either. She's amiable, but also reckless. Earning respect of some and being looked down by others. But you? You aren't a target, you're a victim. Your closed in personality earning yourself to be pushed around by others. Kuina is always there to protect you though, whether that be with words or her fist.

And did I mention what an absolute sweetheart she is? She would always want you to be near her, near enough to protect you. You can count on her to make you feel safe

The flashing of the lights made you panic, losing sight of Kuina as screams emerged around you. You remember her warning you of this, of the bloodlust. The sight around making you want to throw up.

You know you were weak, a target to many. Your breaths were irregular as you frantically looked around for Kuina, her presence seemingly nowhere to be seen around you.

Yet as you tried to call out for her, your weight was suddenly dropped as you made a thud sound. Looking up, you noticed the person who pushed you. A brute who also partook in 'bullying' you.

The smirk he gave you made you nauseous, a smirk that held power over you. You didn't even fight back, no, you gave up. Knowing what as about to come, you closed your eyes and simply waited for the impact.

But instead of pain ringing trough your body, a loud smack and groan could be heard. As you opened your eyes, you were shocked to see Kuina skillfully beat up the man before pulling you up and to a corner.

It happened so fast, your brain barely processing what was going on as you were pulled away from the fight. It's only once you had a moment to take a breath did you speak.

"Wow, I didn't know you could fight so well." you said. She didn't fight just to fight like the others, her moves were thought out. It was impressive and you were immensely grateful for her.

"Well, I'm not just all looks. Even if I am hot." she replied sarcastically, a trait you've always admired and loved about her. The screams in the background nearly forgotten as you laughed together.

┆彡Niragi

Niragi would know a fight will be starting because he's the one to initiate it. Planning to do so with his side, not to win the vote tomorrow but simply for fun. It gives him a sense of pride and superiority when hurting others, he loves it.

What he wouldn't love though is people hurting you. He'll make sure to make it clear to anyone what will happen if they dare to do so. And they definitely did see it. His tracksuit all bloodied up after starting a fight in the bathroom with a guy who got closs to you.

Safe to say no one will be near you

Niragi is also the type to worry, but hide it. He couldn't let anyone see such a side of him, who knows what they'll think. He will be denial, trust me. Denying his care for you

Well, sure. Maybe he'll beat up any guy that comes near you. Maybe he told you to hide tonight, even if he knows no one will come near you. Maybe he'd give you weapons, but that definitely doesn't mean he cares. Not at all.

The delicious flavours of kimbap filled your mouth, a small yet filling meal. Something proper to eat after they basically starved you for days.

The satiating of your stomach, the rumbling quieting down. It felt so good, enjoying yourself in the little blissful moment you had.

That was until a familiar voice called out for you, bringing your focus away from the food. You silently groaned at the voice. The figure now entering the corner of your eyesight.

"What do you want now, Niragi" you asked him, now standing in front of you. Does the universe really hate you that much to ruin every small nice thing you have?

He gave you a small smirk at your frustration before handing you a fork. "Take this and keep it with you" he said with no explanation.

"The hell, you don't need a fork to eat kimbap. Where did you even get this??"

"It's to attack others, dumbass." he rolled his eyes. And it pleasantly surprised you that he cared over something like that.

"Gee, since when did you care about something like safety?" you giggled as you teased, but instead of a smirk or a returning choice of words he was reacted unusual.

"Don't push it and don't fuck with me. Just keep it with you." he said much too loud for your liking, a few heads turning to look at you both.

"Alright, goodness." you murmured more of so to yourself, but a tinge of happiness rang trough your body at his gesture. And when he finally left you alone, you let a smile slip. If only you could see him more often like this.

┆彡Ann

She immediately noticed the games intent. It's simply in her nature, she's observant and watches everything with meticulous care to the details. It's stupid to think he wouldn't notice. She'd tell you her observations and set out a plan together

And it is the most detailed yet somehow simplest plan.

Ann wouldn't be an outstanding target. She only surrounds herself with people who are trustworthy, not letting other players have a chance to know her much. She sees everything, she watches everytime she can so she knows a lot about other people and who to trust.

In that area she protects you, from bad influence. Your bubbly personality loves to socialize, so she'll always keep eyes on who you're being friendly with.

It felt like an eternity before the flickering of the lights stopped and the guards came back to shoot the ceiling. You flinched just as much as your body allowed you to before the pain came back in.

You should have paid more attention. You should have taken the warnings of Ann seriously. Maybe then you wouldn't be leaning against a wall with a big gash on your arm, a mark of betrayal. You felt so stupid to have trusted them, resulting in you loosing Ann and being attacked.

The thoughts clouding your mind got stopped for a moment as you heard your name being called, looking up to meet her gaze. Hand clutching your other arm as it bleed trough.

She didn't let a word out, calmly grabbing her green jacket to properly care for your wounds, her limited medical experience being able to do so.

"It'll hurt, be ready." she hummed, tying the tracksuit around the wound securely, staying very calm while doing so as you groaned out at the sharp tug of the pain.

"I'm sorry, Ann.." you hushed out once she was finished, a guilty look plastered on your face.

"Mhh. Don't be so reckless next time, alright?" she answered, making you nod in agreement as you gave her a small smile. Clinging onto her as the wound still stung, and she allowed you to. Even with not being fond of affection so publicly, she simply stayed silent with a small tug of a smile on her face.

How glad you were to have her in such a place.

┆彡Arisu

Arisu is smart and can see trough the hearts of others, of course he'd notice the voting splitting the people. He's quick witted and would come up with a sensible plan immediately

But you'd have to constantly tell him to not worry so much. He can only suppress his anxiety when it tense situations, but knowing that the fight will break out days before it actually did simply gives him time to overthink. He wouldn't dare to think what would happen if he did something wrong and the cause would be your death. You're practically his will to live, he can't continue without him.

So, he'll try to keep you close to him. He'd be awkward about it and, of course, tries to know you're comfortable with. But he'd prefer for you to stay close

He'd protect you with his greatest strength, his intelligence. That man is lanky and wouldn't be the best fighter to protect you physical, but if he had to he would.

"Can you believe she said that. You just had to be there, it was such a cool fight." you rambled on and on about something you saw today, ranting to skip the time in this boring and ruthless place. It always felt nice to use your voice heavily, and you were grateful that Arisu always let you.

But as you looked up, you saw him paying you almost no attention. His eyes staring into the abyss, his thoughts occupying every sense in his body. And you immediately knew what was going on.

"Hey, Arisu. Is everything alright, something worrying you?" you asked, shifting his attention over to you as his face morphs into an apologetic one.

He ignored your question and started to incessantly apologize for not hearing you out, frustration pulling on your furrowed eyebrows as you tried to stop him.

"Arisu!" you managed stop him "Let me reword my sentence. Stop worrying so much about the plan." the words lingered in the air as you let it sink in, Arisu softening his features as he looked at you. Worry still there, but not as immense before your words.

"10 minutes until the lights go off!" the familiar yet mysterious voice rang again trough the speaker.

You smiled, softly locking your hands together as you held his tightly. Red slightly tainted his cheeks, something so small that you missed it as you simply enjoyed it while Arisu was nervous with this much contact.

"It's almost time, come on, let's go. We'll be fine" you tugged on his hand. You couldn't even deny your own anxiety now bubbling inside, standing upt to get ready. But as you saw Arisu beside you, alive and well, you knew everything will be alright. You trust him, even if he doesn't trust himself.

[evilmenenjoyer]

not now kitten daddy is writing reader insert fanfiction about highly problematic fictional men

[organic-bloodbath]

i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)

Niragi x Reader

Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.

Part 2

♤♧

One

You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.

A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.

"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"

"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.

You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.

"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.

Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.

"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.

You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.

♤♧

Two

You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.

"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.

"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.

Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.

"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"

"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.

"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"

You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.

"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.

Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."

You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.

"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"

♤♧

Three

You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.

"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.

You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.

"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."

"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"

"I thought we should get to know each other better."

"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"

He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.

"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"

"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.

"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."

"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."

You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.

"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.

"Shut up," you spat.

"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"

"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."

"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.

"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."

To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.

"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"

"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.

"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.

"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.

"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.

The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.

"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.

"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.

Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.

You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.

"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.

"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."

"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.

♤♧

Five

"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"

A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.

Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.

"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."

You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.

"But, but she might be the witch!"

"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.

He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.

"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.

"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," you chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.

You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.

"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."

"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.

For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.

♤♧

Six

You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.

Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.

Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.

"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.

"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.

You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.

"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.

"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.

"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"

"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.

"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.

"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"

Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"

Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.

The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.

You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.

He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.

"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.

"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."

He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.

"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.

"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.

He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.

He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.

Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.

Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.

He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.

"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.

You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.

"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."

Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."

You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.

"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.

"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."

You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.

"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"

"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."

Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.

"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."

Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."

You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

♤♧

[luvlyfandoms]

As we're doing aib hcs

How about Niragi, Chishiya, Banda and Arisu being jealous ? 👀

Niragi

• he knows that no one compares to him

• he knows that no one can fuck you like he can

• he’ll grab you by the arm and take you to his room and pin you to the bed by your throat

• he whispers in your ear and flicks his tongue ring on your neck

• pushes your knees to your chest as he thrusts into you, fully exposing yourself to him

• will probably hold a gun to your head

• “aww, you poor little thing. scared?”

• “you know you love this shit, dirty whore. take me”

Chishiya

• always calm, cool, and collected

• but when he gets jealous, you’ll know

• he’ll pin you to the wall and bury his fingers inside of you while he keeps eye contact

• “you like getting on my nerves, don’t you?”

• pushes you to the ground and makes you look up at him while you take his cock in your mouth

• tosses his head back and sighs with his signature smirk on his face

Banda

• fucking scary when he’s mad/jealous

• he usually stays pretty quiet, which is why he’s so scary

• ties your hands behind your back and pushes your face into the ground without saying a word

• meanwhile you’re begging for mercy

• holds a knife to your throat and makes you beg for your life

• fucks you from behind with painfully slow thrusts while keeping his eyes on you and slowly dragging the flat side of the knife down your back

Arisu

• usually keeps his emotions bottled up so when he gets jealous, he doesn’t know what to do with himself

• might accidentally go too hard

• makes you ride him while he thrusts up into you, making you cry out as he hits your cervix

• reaches up and grabs your chin to make you look at him, the other hand going to squeeze your boob harshly

• “keep your eyes on me, got it?”

[ankababy]

Wait guys question QUICK, in the series, did Kuina know that Chishiya was using Arisu?? Or she found out after Arisu got his ass beaten??

[ghostlynightpanda]

HELLO can i request something with niragi? 

my idea: niragi x dominant reader. like dominant in relationships or in bed (or both) it doesn’t matter. i just find a thought of niragi being with someone who is not gonna to submit to him interesting. not only they not submit him, but they also want HIM to submit which i think is very unusual to him. i mean in the past he was humiliated and now thinks that any submission is a sign of weakness and blah blah blah and he will never do such thing in any way. like he will NOT listen to anyone in a relationship because now he's big and strong and no one has the power to tell him what to do. in bed he also won't do what you tell him because who do you think you are?? in general, after everything that happened to him during his school years, he is fixated on control and tries with all his might to show everyone his strength, to break people in order to show his superiority - in order, again, to feel control because he didn’t have it before. ok I'm getting carried away but what I'm getting at is that it would be very interesting to see how he would open up with a dominant and emotionally strong partner who doesn't like and won't do whatever niragi wants to satisfy him

plus he used to be so sweet and all before the borderlands so maybe with the right person he could give in for a while and stop trying to prove himself??

#subniragisupremacy ok✌️

if you would do it you can do it with pre borderland niragi instead of the borderland one if you want. it doesn’t really matter what version of niragi it would be lol. it could be niragi on the beach, it could be burnt niragi, still a walking menace but now he's starting to change a little or whatever (8 seconds of character development hello), it could be a pre borderland niragi also. like high scooler niragi or niragi after school when he’s no longer nerd but not still not as unhinged as he was in the borderland. pre borderland probably would be easier because he is not as crazy in i believe he was pretty normal in ordinary life but still it would be interesting to see what would he do with a dominant person since he considers submission weakness

love your work btw!!!

Built to Burn, Taught to Kneel

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: After surviving a brutal game in the Borderlands, Niragi is stunned to reunite with the only person who ever saw the real him. Now, feared and cruel in public, he clings to control with bloody hands, but behind closed doors, he surrenders to your dominance, desperate for the safety he only finds in your power.

warnings/content: Niragi x reader, fluff and smut, mdni, - 3.372 words

The concrete groaned under every step, a brutal echo swallowed by the night air. Rain beat down like glass on flesh, sharp and cold. The game had gone on far too long — two hours of sprinting, dodging, climbing, slipping through shadows.

Dead Run. The instructions were simple: stay moving, stay hidden, stay alive. One misstep, one breath too loud, and the hunters and lasers fired without mercy.

You ducked behind a rusted van, panting, blood dripping from a torn gash in your thigh. You’d seen five players go down already — one shredded on the stairwell, another caught in a spotlight and got shot by a laser. Your breath hitched. Every muscle screamed, but you weren't going to die here.

Then you heard it — chaos breaking out three levels above. Gunfire. Screams.

Another player, maybe. Another poor bastard about to get fired up.

You pushed forward, crawling under collapsed rebar, eyes locked on the distant checkpoint glowing red in the distance — freedom was close. Ten meters, maybe. Then eight. Then—

“Don’t move.”

The voice froze your blood.

Sharp. Familiar.

Dangerous.

You slowly raised your head, thinking you’d been caught by a hunter. But what you saw instead made your breath stop entirely.

Leaning against the broken skeleton of a car, blood on his cheek, gun at his side, was him.

Niragi.

Older. Darker. Covered in blood like it was his second skin.

And looking at you like he'd just seen a ghost.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Even the rain sounded quieter. His gaze flicked down your body — not with hunger, not yet — but with calculation. Recognition. Something in his chest visibly coiled, like a trap being triggered.

He spoke again, but it wasn’t to threaten you. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

A spotlight swept dangerously close. You tensed to move, but Niragi was faster.

He stepped forward, not looking back, boots crunching over broken glass as he reached for your hand and hauled you up by the arm. Not rough. Not gentle. Just urgent.

“Move.” His voice was low. Controlled. But there was something burning under it. “I’m not letting you die in some bullshit Spades game.”

You didn’t argue.

You couldn’t.

Not with the way he was looking at you — like something unholy had cracked open in his chest and was crawling out, raw and hungry.

You ran.

Together.

And he didn’t let go of your hand once.

Finally, you made it.

The moment the final checkpoint flared green and the doors sealed shut behind them, Niragi let go of your hand like it burned him. You stumbled forward a few steps, chest heaving, blood sticking your shirt to your side. Your legs trembled — not from fear, not really. Just adrenaline finally wearing off.

Niragi stood a few paces away, silent, back to you, shoulders tense beneath the soaked, torn shirt he wore. The gun hung at his side, useless now. Still, he gripped it like the game wasn’t over.

You wiped at the blood on your cheek, already turning to face him when he finally spoke.

“...I thought you were dead.”

His voice was low, different than during the game. Strained. Like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You didn’t respond. Just watched the way his jaw clenched as he turned to you fully. Up close, you saw it — the same sharp eyes, the same twitch of his fingers when he was overthinking. His face was older, marked by cruelty and chaos, but underneath it…

That boy still existed.

“You’re not,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then louder, more forcefully, like he was trying to shake off the weight of recognition. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, his gaze dropped to your leg — the blood. His whole posture shifted. Not soft, not exactly, but protective. Possessive.

“You’re injured.” He moved toward you again, more careful this time. “Sit down.”

It wasn’t a question.

And even though the old Niragi might’ve flinched away from giving orders, this version? He wore it like armor.

But even now, with the Borderlands between them and everything they'd survived, you still saw it in his eyes — hesitation. Memory. A crack in the facade.

And for a split second, you remembered…

He sat against the rooftop fence, knees pulled up, blood drying under his nose and on the collar of his uniform. His bottom lip was split. His bag was in the stairwell — probably torn up again, thrown over the railings like trash.

Niragi didn’t cry. Not where anyone could see.

But he shook.

You found him like that, back then — small and still trying to hide it. You didn’t ask if they hit him again. You already knew.

“Your eye’s swelling,” you said instead, pulling your bag off and kneeling in front of him. “Let me see.”

He flinched at first, then relaxed — barely — when you touched his chin, tilting it toward the light.

“You gotta stop freezing up when they get in your face,” you muttered, pulling a tissue from your sleeve and dabbing at his lip. “Stand straight. Shoulders back. Don't make it easy for them.”

He didn’t answer. Just watched you with this wide, hollow look in his eyes, like he couldn’t understand why you were even there. Why you cared.

“I’m not saying fake confidence. I’m saying act like they can’t touch you. You let them smell fear, they’ll eat you alive.”

You stopped, meeting his eyes fully.

“You hear me, Suguru?”

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“I hear you.”

“No,” you said sharply. “Say it like you mean it.”

He blinked. Then swallowed hard.

“I hear you.”

Better.

You blinked away the memory just as Niragi dropped beside you with a torn strip of cloth. He reached for your leg but paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Can I?” he asked, quiet.

The question startled you.

He seemed like could burn down a building and laugh about it, but right now he was — asking you permission like it mattered.

You gave a slight nod.

And as he started wrapping your leg with careful fingers and trembling tension in his shoulders, one thought kept circling in your mind:

He remembers too.

The safehouse was cold and dim, but Niragi was... still. His touch had been careful. His voice quieter than you’d ever heard it, even back in school. A part of him unraveled each time you looked at him like you still saw that boy underneath all the filth and fire he’d become.

He didn't talk much after binding your leg. Just sat next to you, close but not touching, glancing at you sometimes like he wanted to say something — but couldn’t afford to break whatever thin layer of control kept him from crumbling.

But that version of him stayed behind the moment you reached the gates of the Beach.

The transformation was instant.

One step through the entrance and Niragi became something else. The calm was gone, replaced by sharp edges and blood-slick arrogance. His posture straightened and his grin came back — but it was all teeth.

“You're with me,” he told you, voice louder now. Enough for the guards at the front to hear. “No questions.”

You caught the glint in his eye before it happened — the way he looked around, daring anyone to challenge him. Daring someone to ask who you were.

Someone did.

A man in a sleeveless shirt with too much confidence and not enough sense stepped a little too close, eyes raking over you.

“Who’s this?” he asked, not even to Niragi — to you.

Big mistake.

Niragi’s gun was out before you could blink. The barrel pressed to the guy’s temple, a wicked smile crawling across Niragi’s face like it thrilled him to do this in front of everyone.

“You ask them another question,” Niragi said softly, “and I’ll take your tongue and feed it to you.”

Silence dropped like a curtain. The man didn’t even breathe.

Niragi held the tension, let it rot, and then stepped back with a chuckle, holstering the gun like it was part of some twisted joke.

“Relax,” he added, sneering. “We’re friendly here.”

But the message was clear. Crystal.

You weren’t just some new player.

You were his.

He led you to the upper floors — the rooms where the higher-ups stayed, where the elite lounged in stolen luxury. Once you were inside a private room, the mask didn’t fall right away. He leaned against the door after closing it, head tilted, watching you.

Predatory.

But beneath that, the tension was real. Like he didn’t know what to do with you here, in his world.

“You changed,” you said, arms crossed.

“Did I?” He clicked his tongue. “Maybe I just stopped pretending I wasn’t a monster.”

You didn’t answer. Just stepped toward him, slow.

His eyes flickered, pupils shrinking like he was preparing for a hit. Or a command.

“You weren’t pretending before,” you murmured. “You were trying. Now you’re just playing another role.”

You reached up, fingertips brushing under his jaw — soft, but grounding. He didn’t flinch, but he didn’t lean into it either.

“You think being cruel makes you untouchable?”

“I am untouchable,” he growled.

“Not to me.”

The words hit hard enough to crack something in his expression. His breath caught.

For a moment, it was just silence between them. His hands twitched at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or kneel.

Then he whispered — not proud, not even defiant: “...I don’t want them near you.”

“I know.”

“They’re animals. I don’t trust anyone here.”

“You don’t have to.” Your tone dipped, firm. “I’m not theirs.”

His gaze sharpened. Like the way you said it did something to him — a kind of power he didn’t have, but that you offered, like a hand on a leash.

And for a moment, Niragi — the chaos, the cruelty, the gun-toting psychopath who burned people alive for breathing wrong — exhaled.

And leaned his forehead against yours.

The room was quiet now, the door closed. The Beach was buzzing below them — laughter, sex, music, the sick high of survival — but none of it touched this space.

It was just the two of you.

Niragi stood near the bed, still breathing a little too fast, like being alone with you was harder than the game you’d survived. His hands were twitchy, jaw tight, shoulders squared like he was bracing for something — but didn't know what.

You stepped back. Slow. Controlled.

“You were ready to kill a man just for looking at me,” you said softly.

His lip curled. “He shouldn't have.”

“You’re jealous?”

“I’m possessive.” His voice dipped into something low, dangerous. “You’re mine.”

“Say that again,” you told him, chin tilted up — not asking. Commanding.

His jaw clenched. There was a pause. Then, quieter: “You’re mine.”

You reached up and touched his chest — right over his heart, feeling the frantic thud of it.

“No,” you said calmly. “You’ve got it backwards.”

He flinched at that. A twitch in his eyes, like the truth of it scared him more than the gunfights and lasers ever had. You could see it — that part of him still stuck in a broken teenage body, screaming not to bend, not to submit, not to lose control again.

You leaned in.

“You remember how this works, don’t you?”

His breath hitched.

“You don’t give me orders.” Your hand slid up, fingers curling into his hair. “You obey me.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But his knees nearly buckled.

You pushed him back, guiding him toward the bed — not shoving, not forcing, just directing. He followed without question, like muscle memory. Like that old rhythm between you hadn’t faded at all, just buried under years of rage and blood.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes on you like you were the only thing tethering him to earth.

“I’m not impressed by the gun,” you whispered, straddling his lap. “Or the act. You think you scare me?”

“I want to,” he breathed, raw. “I need to.”

You shook your head. “No, Suguru. You need someone to stop you.”

He didn’t say a word.

Not when you pushed him down onto his back.

Not when you pinned his wrists above his head with one firm hand.

Not when you leaned down and kissed him hard, slow, with possession in every breath — not violence, not demand, but ownership.

And not when you pulled back, just barely, and said: “Don’t you dare come until I say.”

His whole body shivered.

The boy who once flinched under fists now writhed beneath you — not in fear.

In surrender.

You leaned in again, mouth brushing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips. Not a kiss. Just a reminder. Of who you were. Of who he used to be under your gaze.

“I said don’t come until I tell you,” you whispered.

And he nodded. He nodded.

Niragi Suguru — the sadist with a flamethrower, the self-appointed executioner of the Beach — lay beneath you, chest rising and falling too fast, hands flexing under your grip, eyes wide with anticipation and fear and need.

You slid your free hand down his chest, slow, teasing over old scars and new ones, nails dragging just hard enough to make him twitch. His teeth clenched. He wanted to buck, to flip you over, to claw his way back to control — you could feel it under you.

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Because this — you — was the only thing in this world stronger than his fear of weakness.

“You act like submission’s a cage,” you murmured, your lips at his throat now, biting down hard enough to make him groan. “But look at you.”

Your hand dipped lower. Over his waistband. Inside.

He choked on a moan, body tensing — then melting under your touch like it betrayed him before he could catch it.

“Look at you.”

He shuddered. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

“I will if you don’t behave.”

“I am,” he gasped. “I am, I swear—fuck—”

You slowed your pace immediately, just to prove the point. Watching the panic spark in his eyes when the pleasure started to pull away.

His fingers curled into fists.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” you said, eyes locked on his. “No one else even gets to touch you.”

His voice was wrecked when he answered. “They won’t.”

“They try?”

“I’ll kill them.”

You squeezed him just a little harder, just a little meaner. “And what if I want to share you?”

He froze.

Then whispered, eyes wild: “No.”

You smiled.

“There he is.”

And then you gave him exactly what he wanted — not just pleasure, but ownership. Control twisted into surrender, right there in your hands. You worked him slow, deliberate, keeping his wrists pinned, making him beg with his eyes and his breath and his trembling thighs.

He was so close. You could feel it — every time his hips jerked, every sound he barely swallowed, every broken little curse he murmured like a prayer.

“Don’t,” you said again. “Not yet.”

“I c-can’t—” He tried to bite it back, tried to hold it, the pain of obedience turning him inside out. “Please.”

Your voice dropped like a dagger to his throat. “Ask.”

He whimpered. Niragi whimpered.

“Please let me come,” he whispered.

You paused. Looked him over like you were weighing it. Then leaned in again, lips brushing his ear.

“Good boy.”

That did it.

He shattered beneath you, hips snapping up, breath catching in his throat as he came with a groan so raw it bordered on a sob — not from pain, but from release. From permission.

From being yours.

The Beach was everything and nothing at the same time. It was chaos dressed up in order. People followed Niragi’s commands, out of fear or respect—or both. On the surface, he was the one who decided who lived and who died. Who mattered and who didn’t. The only order he ever followed came from Aguni, but he usually let him do as he liked.

In front of everyone else, Niragi was cold, calculating. A leader of men who liked to remind everyone how strong he was, how untouchable. He played the part effortlessly, speaking with biting authority, his gun a constant presence. His reputation alone kept the others in line. And he reveled in it.

But behind closed doors? When the lights were off, when the door clicked shut and the quiet settled in between you?

He was nothing but yours.

Niragi stood in the center of a gathered group of Beach members. The area was buzzing with the usual tension—some nervous, others eager for approval. They all watched him like he was a demon, the devil. And he knew it. He loved it.

A man, younger than the others, nervously stepped forward with a report.

“Sir, there’s a group outside the gates. They’re asking to join.”

Niragi didn’t even look at the man as he answered. His eyes were cold, calculating, scanning the rest of the room. The air itself seemed to freeze around him.

“Are they useful?” Niragi’s voice was sharp, like a blade.

The man hesitated, a sign of weakness. That was all it took.

“They’re... they’re armed. But—”

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” Niragi’s words cut through the air, eyes narrowing. “Kill them. We don’t need dead weight around here.”

The young man flinched, nodding quickly before retreating, his footsteps quick and hurried.

Niragi’s gaze shifted over the others, daring anyone to challenge him. No one did. No one would. His reputation as a merciless leader was built on fear—and he wielded it like a weapon.

“Anyone else have a problem with my decision?” His voice lowered, turning almost sickly sweet, dangerous.

No one moved, not even a twitch. They all knew better.

“Good,” Niragi said, smirking, his eyes cutting across the room. “Now get back to work.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his stride long and confident, the respect and fear of the Beach following him.

That night, after the power play, after the bloodshed, Niragi returned to your room.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the walls of control he built up around him seemed to crumble. His shoulders relaxed, the hard lines of his jaw softened, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, taking in the stillness of the room. The silence was his release.

He wasn’t Niragi the devil here. He wasn’t the monster people feared. He was just a man—just yours.

You didn’t need to say anything. You didn’t have to. It was understood. The moment he entered the room, he belonged to you. There was no negotiation, no resistance. He had already submitted the second that door closed.

You didn’t speak at first, just looked at him, letting the tension stretch out between you. He was standing near the bed, just watching you, breathing heavy, like the act of being so vulnerable in this place where he should be strong was somehow too much for him.

But you knew him better than anyone. You knew what this moment meant. And you knew that no matter how much he tried to hold on to the illusion of control, he would always give in.

You walked toward him, your eyes never leaving his. Without saying a word, you placed your hand on his chest, feeling the thrum of his heart under your fingers. His breath hitched at the touch, like you’d ripped away the last of his defenses.

“You did well today,” you said, your voice low, intimate. “You looked so good. So strong, so powerful.”

He swallowed, his eyes flicking to yours, a flash of something dark and yearning in them. Please, it said, please see me.

But you weren’t done yet.

“And when we’re alone,” you whispered, “you’re mine. Understand?”

His throat tightened, the words like ash on his tongue. He nodded, but it was a struggle. The struggle to let go. To trust you with this part of him he fought so hard to keep buried.

“I know,” he rasped, the confession raw.

Your lips curled into a slow smile. “Good boy.”

And just like that, he was yours again.

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