#aib drabbles

[shunchitaro]

Banda x GN!Reader

Genre: ?? (TW: Banda is a TW in itself, idk) ?? Basically Banda being your stalker in the real world, and you meet him again in one of your games [REQUESTED]

["I always feel like, somebody's watching me."]

Unsettled.

They didn't know why they felt that way almost all the time, but it sent goose bumps up their skin- the hair on their skin standing. No matter where they went, they felt as if there was somebody staring at them, but every time they whipped their head around as if to catch the culprit, there was no one there.

Once, they got home to see their living room lights open and their eyebrows knit together in confusion. They knew for sure they switched all the lights off before they left. They went to the kitchen, seeing their honey scented lip balm lying on the floor.

"Strange, i thought I lost this."

<><><>

The unsettling feeling left for a while since they joined the games, but yet again they felt as if it was back.

"You seem nervous"

Chishiya's voice brought them back to their senses. They were walking into a prison for a Jack of Hearts game, and they just realized they were zoned out while walking.

"I'm not nervous"

"Your nibbling your bottom lip, and your eyes are unmoving and staring at nothing as we walk. You're toying with the hem of your shirt and you keep exhaling deeply every few seconds. You're usually only this ay when you're nervous. So tell me what's wrong"

Screw Cheese Boy and his attentiveness.

Fortunately Chishiya left them alone as they got into the room and put a collar on, Y/N copying his movements.

They felt unnerved again, but this time felt stronger than before. They glanced around the room until they noticed one of the people already staring.

A male with kempt hair and a slightly wrinkled light navy polo with a few buttons undone revealing a white shirt stared at them intently. They noticed how much he reminded them of Chishiya- the slightly raised eyebrows and a smirk on his features. Yet his smirk felt different.

It's as if he recognized you, and his smirk only displayed how pleased he was to be in the same room as you.

Unsettling.

<><><>

"Y/N"

They were picking out snacks when they heard their name called. Thinking it was Chishiya they turned around, only to be surprised seeing it was the same male from earlier.

Since when did they introduce themselves?

"How.. how the heck do you know my name?" Y/N retaliated, and the male took a few steps forward, causing Y/N to step back. They felt the shelves behind them, and before they could move the male had placed his hands on either side of their head so they couldn't escape. His hand drifting down their side before reaching Y/N's pockets, pulling out the honey scented lip balm.

"You know, I missed this. I shouldn't have left it behind when you almost caught me in our house." He chuckled. Y/N's eyes widened.

"Since when did you have keys to my house?!"

"Not my fault you keep it on the fire extinguisher case next to your door, princess. It was so easy to see, like you were practically begging me to come inside your home."

Y/N felt as if there were bugs crawling on her skin. The male only laughed in triumph, opening the lip balm and putting some on Y/N's lips before his own, then storing it back in their bag.

So he was the guy watching them. He probably knew everything about them now, since Y/N already felt this way  a few months before the games.

"You creep!" Y/N hissed, pushing him in the chest so he backs away.

He glances Y/N up and down before shaking his head in amusement, turning to leave.

"My name's Banda Sunato, darling" he winked, before disappearing down the corridor.

Guess this game is going to be pretty eventful.

Author's note: Hello requester-san! I hope you liked this. I love Banda sm but idk how to write him :') Sorry if this didn't come out the way you wanted it to! Idk if u wanted this to be romantic/platonic so I improvised instead. Anw, have a great rest of your day everyone! <3

[suiana]

yandere! gamer boyfriends who are always gaming and leave you alone.

they have you questioning everything and anything about your relationship. was it all just a joke? is he cheating on you? why doesn't he show you affection?

and it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't know how to.

he's spent his whole life gaming and huddled up in his little room that he forgot how relationships work. he feels so bad whenever he sees you moping around. so he does what he thinks is best.

"baby, what do you mean you don't like my gift?"

he thought you'd like his gift. i mean, you were complaining about this person for a whole now, he thought you'd want them gone...

a picture of them in his basement, all tied up while he poses cutely for the camera.

he thought that would be enough to please you, but it turns out he was wrong. you didn't like it at all. in fact, you called him a monster and even tried to break up with him!

"baby calm down, I'm just trying to make you happy."

he's pouting now, unsure of what to do. he doesn't know how to be sweet. he was never shown taught how to be loving and sweet. he doesn't know how to be a normal and sweet boyfriend.

"why don't you tell me what you want then? i just want to see you happy you know."

he really does. i mean, even if he doesn't show it, his heart and mind both belong to you. while he's gaming, you're all he can think about. actually, when he's doing anything for that matter, you're the only one on his mind. he can never think like how he used to before and it's all because of you.

"leave you alone? baby you're upset at me and I'm not leaving you alone. why can't we just talk things out?"

he refuses to let you leave his sight and out of his grasp. what if you go to some other person? he can't have that now, can he? also, don't people talk things out in a relationship? why are you trying to get away from him?

"you're mine. so don't ever think about leaving me."

a sweet kiss to your lips is all it takes for you to calm down.

huh, maybe he should kiss you more then.

inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (but specifically if he was a loser nerd), kinich, kenma kozume, chishiya shuntaro, all of your favs

[niki-phoria]

I had an epiphany 🧐 maybe a gn reader x chishiya based on the song "won't say I'm in love" from hercules? I'm craving for stupid chishiya not realizing he has feelings for reader djdmdm

at least out loud / i won't say i'm in love

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 959

includes: canon typical violence, mostly canon compliant, kinda ooc chishiya

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this loosely inspired by this prompt list by @dumplingsjinson

summary: chishiya is cold. calculating. he doesn't let emotion cloud his judgement or get in his way. so why does he feel like this around you?

chishiya’s heart is racing. he’s never felt like this before. each beat sends a sickening, suffocating feeling throughout his chest.

his mind races. his grip is tight around your forearm as he pulls your body towards the center of the car and further away from the danger. you cower behind the vehicle as the king of spades fires another round of bullets in your direction. chishiya curses. in a life or death situation, your body has instinctively done the worst thing it could - freeze.

“y/n,” he calls when the gunfire ceases for a second. you force yourself to look up, only relaxing slightly when his dark eyes meet your own terrified gaze. chishiya frowns. he wants to magically take you away from this situation. he wants to wrap himself around you and protect you from the games and the king and the players - even at the expense of his own health. he wants to keep you safe. “we need to keep moving. come on.”

you swallow your fear, sparing a quick glance behind you before you nod in agreement. chishiya relaxes his grip around your arm before he takes your hand into his own. he pauses when you intertwine your fingers with his - a familiar, foreign feeling overtaking him for a second before he quickly brushes it off.

“chishiya!” kuina’s voice cuts through the chaos. she’s a few cars away from you; her own back is pressed against a car for shelter. “y/n!”

behind her, you can just barely make out the bright yellow top usagi wears. arisu kneels beside her, occasionally popping up from behind the hood of the car - presumably to check if the king is still there. you’ve pushed yourself up onto your feet when chishiya glances at you again. a silent question passes between you: are you ready?

your hand doesn’t leave chishiya’s - even when you both successfully make it to the relative safety of kuina’s car. he ignores her questioning glance at your interwoven fingers. the sound of screeching tires prevents any potential teasing before a car door swings open. “get in!” ann yells.

usagi is the first one in, quickly followed by kuina and arisu. chishiya freezes when he notices the sound of a piece of metal hitting the ground and rolling towards you. 

“that’s not good,” he mumbles. your questions are cut off as he pulls you away from the bomb and helping you take shelter behind the remains of a wall. “get going!”

“chishiya! y/n!” kuina yells through the open window before the car begins speeding off again. he wraps his arms around you, tucking your head against his chest as you both brace for the impact of the grenade going off. 

it explodes in a beautiful spectacle of concrete. the ground shakes beneath your feet. asphalt rains down on you - scratching small cuts into your skin and tangling into your hair. your ears ring. your hands tremble.

“y/n!” chishiya’s voice breaks you out of your trance. you blink at him once. twice. times. “are you okay?” 

his voice is so soft you’d almost mistaken it for nervousness - though you know better. his hands feel warm against your skin. his arms are still wrapped around your waist. your own arms are still wrapped around his shoulders. there’s an almost invisible tint coating his cheeks.

“yeah,” you nod. “yeah, i’m okay. are you?”

he simply nods in response. chishiya scans the area for a second before his gaze lands on a nearby building. it looks like an average convenience store: posters hang in the glass windows, shelves line the stores filled with a variety of different food and makeup and over the counter medication, and a small cashier’s counter is just barely visible from its place tucked away in the corner. 

“come on,” he says, gesturing towards the shop. he can feel his face burning when he unconsciously wraps his arm around your waist to support you. “we can hide in there.”

a sad ding leaves the bell above as you enter the store. the feeling in his chest returns when he helps you sit down on the ground, leaning back against the wall for support. he freezes when you reach up, gently pulling him down until he’s close enough for you to press a fleeting kiss against his cheek. 

“thank you, ‘shiya,” you smile. 

it feels like his breath has been stolen from his lungs. he wants to kiss you. he wants to pull you into his arms and never let go. he wants more.

it terrifies him - more than the king of spades; more than the other players; more than the games. but it’s exhilarating.

chishiya feels like he’s in a daze. like something is pulling him towards you. he leans in until there are mere centimeters between you. 

“can i kiss you?” he finally murmurs.

you don’t respond. instead, you follow his lead, leaning in to gently press your lips against his own. it’s softer than chishiya was expecting - almost nervous as you pull back only a few seconds later. his eyes flutter open for just a second to gauge your reaction before he leans in again. 

his lips are surprisingly soft when he presses them against yours. this time the kiss is deeper. more passionate. like you can’t get enough of each other. like you never will.

chishiya is panting softly by the time he pulls away. he allows himself to be vulnerable; lets himself feel affection for what feels like the first time ever. 

resting your forehead against his, you reach up to tuck a stray strand of hair out of his face. looking into your eyes, brushing his thumb against stray dirt sticking to your cheeks, he smiles. 

chishiya’s heart is racing.

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[lovemeferally]

Lap Dog // aib

niragi suguru x gn!reader

genre :: smut, just smut

word count :: 495

summery :: in which you teach aguni's lap dog a new trick c:

warnings :: smut (not really graphic), established 'relationship', dom/sub dynamic, sub!niragi, dom!reader, restraints, gagged, implied edging, choking, petplay if you squint, niragi can be a good boy sometimes

notes :: i don't typically post my writing. its all for myself. but i found this old drabble and thought someone else out there might enjoy it.

You’d taken to calling him Aguni’s lap dog. He was an obnoxious thing, always yipping at the most inappropriate times and nipping at every innocent passerby. He interjected himself unnecessarily into any situation. He was arrogant and cocky in some of the most unflattering ways.

But despite his insistent barking and stupid studded lolling tongue like a panting mutt you found him… delightful.

When it was just the two of you tucked away in private like this, it was easy to understand why. You crouch to his level and cradle Niragi’s face with both hands; Dark, blown out eyes search for your own in a haze. Gently you catch some of the spittle pooling from under the silicone bit wedged between his teeth.

“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?”

Wordlessly, he attempts to lean into the touch, but the sound of clinking chain links stops him before the collar can tighten any further. You can’t help but admire the way the metal dips into the column of his neck. You can’t help but look in wonder at how taut his shoulders are from the nylon chord carefully climbing up his arms. You can’t help but look in reverence at just how hard his cock was straining against it’s own leather collar you’d placed at its base.

This man. This stupid fucking man.

Straddling his kneeling lap, you showered his face in gentle kisses, being sure to place one on each of those stupid piercings that made your stomach flip. The whole time you showered him in praises.

'Look at you, you’re so beautiful.', 'You’re being so good for me.', 'I’m so proud of you.'

Niragi was lost in the attentions, distracted as you unlatched the gag. Grabbing him by that mess of black hair and finally catching his mouth with your own is a relief for both of you. It was the first time tonight you’d given yourself the chance to taste him properly – unfair as it was since you’d so graciously allowed him to taste you.

He moaned again, low and guttural. You couldn’t help but chuckle lowly.

“You have to tell me what you want, pet.”

His dark eyes were still glossed over. His face and chest was still slick with a sheen of his own saliva. Your eyes followed that studded tongue as it darted across his bottom lip.

His request was resolved and sure despite the absolute mess of himself, “I want you to fuck me.” Oh, that went straight through you. But alas you tilted your head, coercing the remainder of the request. He hesitated this time, “Please.” You grinned, leaning deathly close to his lips knowing well that he couldn’t reach you with the chain links already digging so deep into the soft flesh of his throat.

He was going to have to concede one way or another, “Master. I want you to fuck me, please.”

Niragi may be Aguni’s lap dog. But he was your bitch.

[sunoooism]

MORNING KISSES- ryohei arisu x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— established relationship, fluff, gn!reader.

the fact that it was an hour past your alarm didn't bother you as it usually would, neither did the numbing feeling in your legs caused by being in the same place for too long. all that mattered to you right now was Arisu who was peacefully laying across your front with his limbs entangled with yours. he looked so calm with his face pressed into the juncture of your neck that you wouldn't dare wake him, even if that meant missing your morning walk. you had both had a late night yesterday, arguing over a stupid pair of shoes until you realized you weren't mad at eachother and were both just exhausted from work and the tedious activities of the day. your day ended with him curled up on your chest as you pressed peck after peck onto his sun kissed skin, but inevitably you both fell asleep comfortably in each other's grasp.

with your left hand buried in Ryohei's soft locks and your right holding onto his hand that was lying by your waist, you simultaneously thumbed circles onto his knuckles while stroking gentle patterns on his scalp. you weren't sure if he was able to feel your mannerisms in his dream state or not but nevertheless it made no difference to you as you kept up your benevolent movements.

the first thing Arisu did when he awoke was enclose you in his arms, hugging you tightly while pressing a soft kiss to your neck. you let out a relaxed sigh and basked in his love until he decided to move, all the while still brushing through his dark tresses with your fingers. "g'morning, sweetheart" despite having been in a relationship with him since high school five years prior to this and living with him for two of those years, his morning voice never failed to make you flustered. "morning. good sleep, love?" you asked once you'd recovered from your momentary butterflies. All you got in response was a 'hmm' as you felt your boyfriend nuzzle his head further into your neck, you chuckled and ducked down to press a kiss to his forehead. "love you, Ryohei"

a tingling sensation crawled up your spine when your lover whispered the same phrase, his soft lips and hair tickling your bare skin whenever he shifted. as the sun cast its light onto Arisu's face it seeped through your curtains and into the warmth of your shared room, illuminating the previously dark space.

you peered down to check on your lover as you felt his breathing slow down again, although it was nice to have him in your arms you really did need to start the day. shuffling yourself so that your eyes were level with his you started to pepper his face with kisses, pleased and also feeling encouraged to continue when you heard a breathy laugh escape him. you remained kissing the mass of his face, paying extra attention to his moles and freckles. "gotta wake up, honey. can't sleep the day away" a playful groan was heard throughout the room and a pout made its way into his plump lips. "just a lil' longer please" he was too adorable to deny, you would probably give him the world if you could, but unfortunately you couldn't so you settled with agreeing to give him another half hour with him in your arms.

grinning, he left a kiss on your lips, though a messy one you adored him and his kisses all the same. after about five seconds he released your lips from his with an exaggerated 'mwah!' and decided one wasn't enough so dove back in for another which you gladly accepted and reciprocated. a second kiss turned into a third and soon that third had turned into far more than a dozen love filled pecks with the occasional giggle. "I - love - you - so - so - much" he whispered in-between movements which caused your already warm face to heat up. "I love you more"

"not possible"

the rest of your day was spent scattered around your shared apartment, but no matter where you ended up you were always in each others arms.

©sunoooism

can you tell I'm touch starved??

[brdpch]

NSFW Alphabet - Chishiya Shuntarō

my gf wrote this about manga!chishiya and let me post it hehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Done and gone as some would say. Probably relaxing by himself with a book.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He likes his face and his stomach. His partners - sucker for a pretty face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Cumming down a person's throat, or other hole, no protection.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He sometimes looms in places where he can't be seen and observes the Beach members fucking.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Experienced enough, although not participating at all lately.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) On a side or any where he could restrain someone.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) No goofiness at all, he's not a very goofy person, but if sarcasm counts he is using it a lot during sex too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Zero hair, ass too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) The most intimacy he can offer is a pat on the back after he's done.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Few times a week, preferably when he takes a shower - more as a habit than a means of easing the sexual needs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) sadism, voyeurism, restriction, dominance, humiliation (of the other person), public

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere he feels horny, he doesn’t care if he is caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Dangerous sexy people.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Shit, piss, anal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Likes to recieve, doesn’t like to give unless he really likes the person.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on the place and a person he is with.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He actually prefers quickies to normal sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Yes, please.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Isn’t very athletic but he trained himself to last pretty long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t like toys and doesn’t own them, they complicate a simple act.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) A LOT, he enjoys the chase and being chased/teased too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He is rather quiet but enjoys when his partners are loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He did the deed in the bathroom of a hospital, more than once, with different people.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Big cock, elegant balls, average ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Rather on the lower side.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Quickly after the deed.

[bangtanmix73]

Just a little Last Boss x reader x Niragi drabble :).

Please know I do NOT condone any of Niragi’s of Last Boss’ actions. This is purely fictional. The only reason anyone writes for Niragi or Last Boss is because their actors are pretty.

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You began to slowly wake up. You didn’t open your eyes nor did you want to because of how bright the sun shining through the curtains is.

As you became more conscious, you became aware of how much your body hurt, aching like you had just finished a spades game. Your neck was stiff from how hard the pillow felt. Not only did your body hurt, it was sticky from what you guessed was sweat from the day before.

Only when you had regained full consciousness, you realized three arms were wrapped around you. In panic, your eyes shot open to see you were resting your head on a chest. You took a deep breath, silently preparing yourself for who the two people in bed with you are.

You glanced up to see Last Boss of all people. He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you against him while the other was curled underneath his head.

Fear seeped into you. You prayed there wasn’t another militant behind you, or worse, him.

Unfortunately, no god heard your prayer. You turned your head to face Niragi, who some people say so the worst militant of them all. He had both arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his body pressed up against yours.

You paled as you noticed not only are you in the same bed as the two of the most feared men on The Beach, you were in the same bed as them naked. You had sex with them.

Panic washed over you as your mind replayed the events of the night before. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as your thoughts floods with the thought of them killing you when they woke up. You had to get out there.

Gently as you could, as to not wake them, you untangled yourself from the men, slithering out of the bed. You threw your swimsuit back as quickly yet quietly as possible.

You were making your way to the door as you heard rustling from the bed. You froze, turning around. You sighed in relief as Niragi only rolled over, his back facing you now.

You continued your journey to the door, pulling it open. You slipped out the door, closing the door as soundlessly as possible. You glanced around, scanning the empty hallway. No one must be out yet or they’re already downstairs.

You scurried back to your room, not wanting to be caught there if someone came back. One, important, question wondered around your mind.

How are you going to avoid them?

[xoteajays]

warmth

ship: niragi suguru x aguni sister!oc (aguni makina) word count:  ~1,100 words tags: sfw, established relationship, touched starved!niragi, bed sharing/sleeping together (literally). summary: niragi runs cold and hates feeling cold. luckily, makina runs hot and he's one of few people that can get closer than arm's length to her. together, they find both an equilibrium and peace in each other's company. author notes: wanted to try out makina’s new name and wanted to write something fluffy since niramaki are having a bad time in their current game in-fic.

** reblogs, likes/kudos, and comments appreciated!!

Niragi has always run cold. For his whole life really. Something about having bad circulation a doctor had told him once. He’d never bothered getting checked for any deeper reasoning behind it, just dealt with numbness and pins-and-needles and the chill. The cold is the worst part. It’s why he hates winter; he hates the oppressive cold, hates feeling so cold even when he’s completely bundled up. 

Summer is better. The warm cast of the sun on his skin, the heavy heat in the air. He’ll take sweating over shivering any day. In the Borderland, it’s a permanent mid-July summer. Being at the Beach only emphasises it with all the people walking around in swimwear, jumping in the pool, playing that annoying playlist again and again every night. 

Makina, Niragi quickly realises, is his opposite. She runs hot. A desk fan runs on an endless swivel in her office. He watches sometimes as she gathers her hair up away from her sweaty nape or flaps her shirt against the heat. When she touches him - a hand brushing against his own or cupping his face into her palm - he notices how warm her skin is. 

Every chance he gets, he tries to drink in the heat of her. She never complains about how cold his hands are when he reaches for her, when he drags her in and fits her in his lap, when he slides his hands under her shirt and smooths them up her back. In fact, she’s more likely to complain that he’s distracting her from her work but she doesn’t pull away. 

There’s no need to worry about work tonight though. Somehow he’s managed to convince her to take the night off, or at least not spend the whole night in her office pouring over her own notes to do work for people who don’t appreciate it nearly enough. 

Not many people are granted invitation to Makina’s room. Niragi is one of the lucky few - or rather the lucky two. Her brother is the only other person Niragi’s ever seen enter her room, not even Hatter is allowed such easy access. Also lucky is that Aguni is nowhere to be seen tonight as Niragi approaches her door, rapping his knuckles on it. A specific drumming pattern is she knows it’s him. 

“You’re here,” she answers as she opens the door with a casual smile, letting him inside. Dressed down, she wears a shirt that hangs slightly too big on her frame and shorts; the wide collar of her shirt exposes the soft lines of her collarbones that his eyes lock onto. She’s so adamantly against the swimwear rule that within the confines of her room is the only place she dresses so casually. 

She steps back as he walks in. He closes the door behind him, then reaches out for her. His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, slipping under her ear to tangle in the strands of her hair. Makina stares back at him, warm brown eyes, soft expression. No one else looks at him like that. He draws her in, kisses her smoothly. She trails her hand up his chest, her slightly-calloused fingertips slipping beneath the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. 

They find an equilibrium together, aided by a certain similarity: the fact that neither of them liked sleeping alone. 

Makina had mentioned once that she and Aguni had shared a room for a lot of their childhood, mainly due to the lack of other options. Now she finds it hard to sleep without the presence of someone nearby. Niragi didn’t have a sibling, he’d never had to share a room, but since high school, he had found that he’s more likely to have nightmares when he sleeps by himself. To no surprise, many of his nights had been riddles with nightmares - until meeting Makina. 

They draw slowly apart. Niragi presses kisses against the beauty spot near her mouth, to the apple of her freckle-spattered cheek, to the starting end of an old scar near her temple. He hears her chuckle, her fingers pull on the lapel of his shirt. She slips from his grasp, his fingertips running along her jaw and off the tip of her chin as she steps away. 

Niragi leaves his shoes by the door, next to her scuffed-up sneakers. She sits on the bed, waiting for him, picking up the book she’d been reading to set it aside on the bedside table, a bookmark set between the page. He rids himself of his jeans, loosens the buttons of his shirt and the ones at his cuffs, then finally pulls the elastic from his hair, looping it around his wrist before ruffling his hand through the freed strands. 

As he collapses onto the free side of her bed, she reaches over to run her fingers through his hair and he feels himself relax, tension loosening. He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for so long and finally got the chance to breathe properly again. Shuffling, he swings an arm around her, pulling her closer until she’s lying down with him. 

She fumbles a hand out to one side, finding the lamp to click it off, throwing them into comfortable darkness. His hand slips over her side, fingertips sliding over the bare inch of skin between the waistline of her shorts and the ridden-up hem of her top. He moves in closer, pressing his face into the curve of her neck. She smells lightly of jasmine, sweet and floral. 

“You’re so warm,” Niragi mumbles against her collar. 

He feels the rumble of her small chuckle. She runs her fingers through his hair again, following the curve of his skull, her blunt nails gently tracing over his scalp. He tucks his hand under her shirt, smoothing his palm up her spine. Hand settling between her shoulder blades, he can feel her heartbeat. 

“What were you reading?” he asks. 

“Old mystery novel,” she says, “University students on Tsunojima Island, grisly murders, a real whodunnit. It’s good.” 

He hums quietly, acknowledging he’d heard her but his eyes are already starting to flutter closed. Her choice of book isn’t surprising, he knows she likes details, enjoys piecing them all together until the puzzle becomes clear. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already figured it out the twist with half the book still left to read. 

They shift around to get comfortable, not a difficult feat since the 'deluxe' suites are well-worth the title for the beds alone. Makina lays on her back, Niragi noses under her soft jaw. His mouth brushes the side of her neck. He tucks in close to her, his cheek drops against her collarbone. Her arm curves around him, twisting strands of his dark hair loosely around her fingers. 

He falls asleep there, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing and heartbeat, engulfed in her warmth and the light scent of jasmine on her skin. 

[sanb3rry]

hi hi hi can i please request a kuina (aib) x reader fic where kuina does the readers make up🙏🙏

kiss and makeup !

in which you let your darling gf practice her makeup on you.

cw : ooc! kuina, set after leaving borderland, typos (maybe)

kuina glanced at you through the mirror as you were sitting on the bed and scrolling on your phone.

"can i do your makeup?" she looked at you with bright eyes.

"what? you want to do my makeup?" you looked back at her and saw her nod her head. "alright" you sighed.

you got up and sat on her vanity's chair. "hm, i think this shade would look good on you, what do you think?" she said referring to the lipstick shes holding.

"if you think so, it probably would." you hummed. she giggled as she turned the chair. "you're so pretty." she smiled.

you could feel your face getting hot, "thank you." you whispered. "you're welcome, pretty." she replied as she got done with applying the lipstick.

"it does look really good shade on you." she mused. you picked up an eyeliner, "you think you can put this on me?" you asked.

"ooh! yea." she sat on your lap and winked, "for precision." she said and took you eyeliner from you.

you were trying to not explode from how your face was to yours, also doesn't help that she's so pretty.

you glanced at her lips once,

twice,

thrice,

"do you wanna kiss me that badly?" she chuckled.

"you noticed?" you sucked in a breath as she moved closer, your lips so close to hers. "yea." she said and kissed you. the eyeliner had been long forgotten as she put her arms around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

she tasted like cherries, you thought. it felt like minutes had gone by before she pulled away. "your lipstick is smudged." she giggled as she uses her thumb to fix it.

"i dont mind." you replied breathlessly as you put your head on her. she played with your hair, and in that moment you knew that you really really liked her.

© sanb3rry2023

[airbendertendou]

not sure if you write for him but if so can I request 67 for niragi (aib)? any theme is ok!

first meeting number 67 + niragi

"SO YOU KEEP ME SHARP AND TEST MY WORTH IN BLOOD."

it wasn't supposed to go this way. a clubs game was supposed to be easy ; you were all supposed to live. but, here you were, friendless and alone. you let out a choked sob and keep running, knowing you'd die next if you stopped.

with a thud, you fall to the floor. on top of you is a pierced guy, eyes wide and calculating. he pants, "we need to move."

now teamless, you listen to the stranger. you grab his wrist, leading him right instead of left. "bad down that way."

you pant as you press your back to the wall behind you, eyeing the dark hallways. your mental map was failing you, unable to tell you where was safe and where you'd find danger. you look to the man, "any ideas?"

he holds out the rifle he'd been carrying, "go out guns blazing?"

you laugh quietly, grin pointed to the floor. "we'll keep that as a back-up, okay?"

niragi slowly lowers his weapon. truly, he thought it'd be easier to get rid of you - be the only survivor and the only winner. now, though - he wanted to hear you laugh more. wanted to see the way your smile truly looked, with proper lighting.

he gulps before nodding, "you have any ideas, then?"

"well," you let out a huff. pointing up to the ceiling, you shrug. "we haven't tried that way yet."

——♥︎—— i never know how to write niragi lmao so i hope this was alright <3

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[nessinborderland]

I started writing fanfiction because of you but dip in and out of it now because it's so hard to do that kind of thing consistently! You do a great job!

How about something angsty with Banda/Reader like 20 minutes before he gets arrested or something?

Aww thank you 🥹💖 that really means a lot, because I honestly think I'm shit at consistency, especially when it comes to posting fanfic.

And thanks for the prompt, love it 👀 it turned a lil bigger than intended lol

This had to be a nightmare. That, or part of a very sick and very twisted, cruel prank.

Your Saturday had started just like any other. It was just a normal day, where you spent your time catching up with your husband and making love, and watching shows. Just existing. You loved Saturdays. But then night came and with it came the police, knocking on your door and asking for your husband before eventually cuffing him and accusing him of the murder of four women.

Murder, of all things.

Your husband wasn’t a murderer. He was sweet and kind and one of the best people you could have in your life. Not once in your dating or married life had he ever given you any signal of being anything less than good.

Now seeing him like this, dressed in a grey jumpsuit and handcuffed to a metal table… it didn’t even look real.

"Please tell me it's not true."

He said nothing, cold brown eyes looking into yours as he raised a brow in response. You had been in this room with him for five minutes, and that’s all he could give you? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I’m innocent, this is a mistake’, no nothing?

Your breathing shuddered as you tried not to erupt into tears. You had to keep your cool right now, no matter what.

"Sunato... did you- did you do something to those women?"

He let out a sigh before finally saying, "Ask me what you really want to ask."

You didn't have it in you to say the words. Not right now, not with the photos of the crimes so clear in your mind. You had seen the vacant eyes, the bloody skin, and the marks left on the lifeless bodies of young women that your husband had supposedly killed. No, not supposedly; there was too much evidence. He had confessed. He was guilty. You knew he was. But you had to hear him say it.

"Did you murder them?" you asked in a whisper, looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked like bottomless pits of darkness, so empty of the warmth and love that used to be directed at you. But not now.

You wondered if these were the eyes that those women had seen before he made them bleed to death. A shiver ran through you at the thought.

"Do you think I murdered them?" he asked instead.

"No!” you shouted with a slap on the metal surface, hands trembling as you fisted them under the table. With a deep breath, you begged, “Don't play games with me right now...."

An eternity seemed to pass by before he said the words you were dreading to hear.

"Yes."

Who knew that such a simple word could crumble your world?

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a sob then, covering your eyes with your hands as fat tears streamed down your face. You could almost hear your heart break in two. How could he have done this? How could he confess such sins to you in such a calm tone, like you were the stupid one for not noticing it in the first place?

His next question made you wonder if he could read your mind.

"But you knew, didn't you?"

"I- what?..."

"You knew," he repeated. "You just chose not to believe it."

"How could you say-"

"You caught me washing blood off my clothes so many times,” he said with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe you. “The nights I got home late, the scratches on my arms… C'mon, love, you are many things, but you're not dumb. You knew what I was doing before anyone else did."

"No, I-"

You had no idea. Of that, you were sure. Yes, you had seen him wash his clothes, and seen the scratches on his skin, and wondered about the late nights… but you had just shrugged it off as normal occurrences. You had never seen any blood, nor you ever had any reason to suspect him of doing anything foul. Cheating? Yes, that had crossed your mind, but never murder. But weren't the signs there? You actually didn’t know, or did you just choose not to see what was in front of you all this time?

"No,” you vehemently shook your head, face contorting as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn't know, you can't possibly believe-"

"If that's what makes you feel better, so be it," he said with a shrug. “But you can’t fool me, love.”

Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else. This man in front of you wasn't your husband. He was a stranger, a twisted version of the man that had been the love of your life since you were a teenager.

You never thought you could hate him as much as you loved him.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Because I could."

You let his words sink in. Then, another thought crossed your mind, this one making the blood in your veins run cold.

"Ever thought of… of doing the same to me?"

The smile he gave you was enough for you to know the answer.

"You were supposed to die on the first time we met," he started, gaze far away as he remembered, a mock of a fond smile on his lips. "I had it all planned out. You were supposed to be my first actual kill. But then I just," he paused there, letting out a long sigh before locking his gaze back on yours, "I just really liked you, I guess."

You didn't know what to say after his confession. You wanted to scream and cry, hit him until he was dead and bleeding, and make him regret not killing you in the first place. But you couldn't do that to the man you still loved.

So, you stood up and signaled the guard right outside the door. Without another glance at your husband, you walked out of the room, hesitating when you reached the threshold.

"Was it ever genuine?" you asked without turning to look at him. "Did you ever love me?"

A chuckle sounded behind you.

"No," he said, "Not in the way you want me to love you."

[niki-phoria]

aaaaa since i see you're taking requests i'll leave a little something i thought of here... reader and chishiya live together but have separate rooms, but often times the other knocks on their partner's door at night and asks if they can sleep in their bed :((( <3 like little sleepovers whenever they want to (mostly when chishiya wants to since he doesn't seem big on physical affection) i love your fics, tysm for not writing fem reader it's so refreshing <33

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff

doctor chishiya >>> should've pulled his hair back more in the show he looks SO GOOD

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea was so cute, i love it sm. it means so much that you like my fics, i hope you like this one <33

i made two versions, one where reader goes to chishiya and one where chishiya goes to reader if that makes sense sklensk tbh this is my ideal living situation idk why more couples don't have separate rooms

‧₊˚✩ waking chishiya up because you can't sleep

(set at the beach, word count 282)

you let out an exasperated sigh into the darkness, turning to lay on your back. the ceiling is barely visible in the dim lighting. sleep has never come easy in the borderlands. 

you stare up into the darkness until your arm goes numb from being in the same position for so long. it’s still dark out when you glance over at your window. you sit up on your elbow, pushing yourself out of bed. the air is cold against your skin. you pull a shirt over your head and leave your room. it’s silent in the hotel, most people already sleeping by now.  

chishiya’s room is darker than yours when you enter. light from the hallway streams in for a second before you close the door behind you. he stays silent but you can tell he’s awake as you carefully enter the room. 

the sheets are cold when you slide underneath the covers, propping your head up underneath your hand. you can feel chishiya roll onto his side to face you. “did i wake you?” 

“no.” he reaches his hand out a little, gesturing for you to move closer. you eagerly accept, wrapping your arm around his waist and pressing yourself against his chest. his warmth feels nice against your skin. “rough night?” 

you hum as chishiya wraps his arms further around you. “couldn’t sleep. it feels like i’ve been awake for hours.” chishiya moves his hand to your jawline, gently stroking against the skin. you sigh, leaning into his touch. he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, fingernails gently massaging your scalp. the feeling calms you. slowly, your body relaxes as you fall asleep safe in chishiya’s arms.

‧₊˚✩ chishiya coming to sleep with you

(set after the borderlands, word count 258)

your cat blinks lazily at chishiya as he closes the door behind himself, careful not to shut it completely. you lay sprawled across your bed, deep asleep. he smiles a little, coaxing your cat to move so he can lay down. she dramatically yawns before moving down to curl up by your feet. 

chishiya slides underneath the blankets, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. you unconsciously lean into him, shifting a little closer to his body. he presses a kiss against the nape of your neck before falling back asleep. 

chishiya’s arm is still wrapped around your waist when you wake up. you turn onto your side, taking the time to admire him. his hair is messy, sprawled across your pillows. he looks gorgeous in the morning glow. 

your cat stretches before she jumps down off of your bed, pushing her way out of your room in search of her food. you bring your hand up to chishiya’s face, gently pushing strands of hair out of the way. it feels soft despite the continuous bleaching. 

he stirs a little when you start twisting his bangs into little braids. his thumb strokes against your skin underneath your shirt. you smile, pushing yourself upwards to press a kiss against his forehead. chishiya doesn’t open his eyes but his lips quirk upwards into a small smile. 

“breakfast?” you whisper.

“later,” he rasps, pulling you back down into his arms. “wanna stay with you.” 

you stifle a chuckle, returning to playing with his hair. “okay.”

[shunchitaro]

Ann x Reader

Genre: Romance Romantic She realizes she likes you more than a friend GN!Reader

["How do I hold these emotions When you spin my world out of place?"]

Rizuna Ann was the type of woman that liked to focus on the more important things in life. For her, love wasn't on the list.

She wasn't interested in loving anyone, especially in a place like the borderlands. All she wanted to do was win the games and make it out of there, and that was it.

At least it was, until she met Y/N L/N.

When she first met Y/N, she didn't think much of it. As usual, her mindset was that they were just an addition to the beach to help get more cards. Aside from that, Y/N L/N was pretty much useless to her.

Maybe not so much anymore.

Apparently, Hatter had assigned Y/N to help Ann in the makeshift clinic down at the basement. They were assigned the task to restock medicines and help with certain things Ann needed help in, like cleaning the surgical tools or writing down the names of injured people that came for check-ups.

"Ann, where do I put this?"

Ann looked up from dissecting someone to see Y/N on a stool looking through medicine cabinets, holding one up at her.

"That goes in the cabinet near the door, and refer to me as Rizuna. We aren't close for you to use my first name L/N." She replied coldly, but Y/N didn't seem bothered as she searched through the same cabinet in case there were other medicines not meant to be there.

Ann was going to continue her work when she noticed how Y/N's stool shook ever so slightly every time they moved or reached into the cabinet, and she frowned. She felt like something was off, and the stool definitely wasn't safe.

But why would she care anyway? Y/N L/N was just her assistant. If they got injured, Ann could just patch them up. If they hit their head and ended up dying, Ann could just request for a new assistant.

So why did she feel unsettled when she knew Y/N could fall off the stool any given moment.

"L/N, go change your stool. I don't think it's saf-"

She was cut off as Y/N moved back a bit making the stool shake a little more violently than before, making them lose their footing. Ann was quick, she jumped over the surgical table and wrapped her arms around their waist, the stool making a loud 'clang' as it fell to the floor.

"You should've used a different stool you idiot. Are you alright?" Ann instantly let go of their waist, and Y/N turned around giving them a small smile. "Thanks for saving me, I was really nervous I thought I would actually fall."

Ann was caught off guard as she stared back at Y/N, she could feel her heart thumping as she realized how close they were to each other. Her eyes drifted from Y/N's eyes to their lips and she moved back, clearing her throat. "Yeah yeah just don't be careless next time." Was all she said as she turned back going to where she was working.

She found it hard to focus though, the image of their face being so close to hers made her cheeks burn. Her hand reached to her chest to feel her heart beating rapidly.

Why was she feeling this way?

She looked back up at Y/N, paying attention to them more. She watched as they stored the medicines in the right cabinets, and how they double-checked the list of medicines on their clipboard to ensure they didn't miss anything. She watched the way they drew tiny stars next to the medicines on the list which signified that the medicine stick was just enough and that they'd finished storing them back in the right places.

It didn't take Ann long to realize that she was starting to fall for them unexpectedly.

"Hey, Y/N."

Y/N turned to them, the expression they had on their face almost made Ann fold due to the cuteness.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me after we're done here?"

Y/N smiled, their eyes closed. Ann swore she felt the room's heat increase a few degrees.

"I'd love that, Rizuna-san. Thanks for the offer." They nodded in gratitude before turning back to their work.

Rizuna Ann was the type of woman that liked to focus on the more important things in life. Maybe this time, she could focus on giving love a try.

"Oh, and Y/N? You can call me Ann"

[Requested by @unicorn_lover3608 on Wattpad]

[niragisimp]

The Pain Before (Niragi x Reader) Part 15

Part 14, Series Masterlist, Masterlist

The players ran throughout the hotel, all trying to get down to the lobby as quickly as possible. The thought ran through Niragi's mind for moments on end, but in the end, he decided against going back for you. You would be far safer in his room, tucked away where no one would dare to enter. Especially in a game such as this.

The crowd gathered around the girl crying out for her lost friend, and it only took a moment of Niragi stirring the pot for everyone to turn against each other. This was more than perfect; the prime time and conditions to finally make those pathetic excuses for "friends" that you have pay for what they put you through.

For some reason or another, Niragi couldn't help but find joy in firing off rapidly into the crowd. His laugh echoed throughout the halls, the various shots of gunfire beginning once Aguni gave the order to find the Witch. 

The thought had occurred to Niragi more than once when he began firing, what he would've done to his bully, your brother, Haru, if he had gotten the chance in Borderlands. But you took care of that all on your own, it seemed. He recalled the night he demanded you meet him on the rooftop, the night he humiliated you. He still wasn't sure why he did what he did. Maybe he wanted some form of payback for having the live through the torment of that bullying. Maybe he just wanted to see if you were anything like your brother.

But you weren't. You were just another victim all the same, just as Niragi was. But Niragi refused to be a victim any longer, and he was going to be taking you with him on that path; whether you wanted to or not. As the militants began chasing after the other players, Niragi felt a certain kind of bliss in knowing he could do as he pleased, all the while you were safe and secure. He was certain you weren't the Witch, how could you be? He had eyes on you almost every moment of the day, even if they were the eyes of a snake.

You groaned and shook in your sleep, the sweat from your brow dripping down onto the pillow as you tossed in your turmoil.

The fires raged on, the screams of your parents hollowing throughout the street as you watched on, the police holding people back as the firemen tried desperately to extinguish the flames. The fire was a lot bigger than you expected it to be, but as long as it got the job done. That man would never lay a single finger on you, ever again.

The police questioned you over and over again.

"How did the fire start," was the main concern of theirs. You could've told them the truth, but where would that have gotten you? Locked away somewhere, probably in an asylum or prison for at least the next twenty years or so. The smell of gasoline wasn't as prominent on your hands anymore, at least. Everyone in the area smelled of it, so why would it seem suspicious that it was on you?

Haru beat on your door over and over again, telling various profanities and slurs, nearly breaking the door at one point or another. You were huddled up in the closet, shaking as you held your knees to your chest. You cried silently to yourself as Haru screamed drunkenly.

Looking at your phone, you scrolled through the limited contacts that you had. Your mother, father, Haru, and a few distant relatives. You contemplated calling your aunt who housed you for a while, but you knew she was tired of dealing with a child that wasn't her own. You leaned your head back on the closet wall as you pursed your lips together, trying not to make a sound as you covered your ears, sick and tired of being harassed and violated by the one person who was supposed to protect you from harm.

The thought was a sudden one, almost like a foreign voice looming over in your mind. "Wouldn't it be nice if all this stopped?" You shook your head, trying to get rid of the voice that lingered ever persistently.

"You can make it stop. All of it."

You froze at the thought, telling yourself it wasn't a thought worth lingering. All you had to do was save up enough money to move out, and then you would be free of this, or so you had hoped. "But would that really stop that monster from finding another victim?" Your eyes opened slowly. Oddly, you never felt as calm before than in that moment. You wiped the tears from your face and simply waited for the beating outside of your door to stop.

It didn't take long for Haru to pass out drunk in his room. You grabbed the rope, tying it around the handle of the doorknob, securing it to your own. You gave it a good tug, and it didn't budge. "Good." The smell of gasoline filled your nostrils, but you knew to only do enough near the outlets for it to start and spread, the rest would surely take care of itself. Once the lighter dropped, the eruption of flames made you stumble backward, the heat blaring in your face. The heat captured your attention as you waited patiently. "But shouldn't I be panicking? Maybe even regretful?" "No."

Your eyes sprung open as you sat up hurriedly, your heart beating fast as you felt a droplet of sweat run down your neck. You glanced around the familiar room, an odd sense of calm washing over you, only to be disrupted by the sound of gunshots in the distance. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you carefully made your way to the door, pressing your ear to the wood. Various screams and gunshots were all that could be heard. Out of the corner of your eyes, it called to you. Turning back, you focused in on the small television flickering on and off, your eyes going wide as the reality hit you; the Ten of Hearts had officially begun.

Pushing every anxious thought to the back of your mind, you pushed through the door leading to the hallway, leaving Niragi's room behind you. Making your way carefully through the mostly empty halls, you found yourself in the lobby, picking up a phone and letting it scan your face. You briefly glanced at the girl lying in the middle of the floor, pausing briefly at the knife in her chest. Your head whipped towards the sound of dangerously familiar laughter followed by gunshots, the sound of bodies dropping echoing through the halls. "Niragi..."

It wasn't long before you saw his face, and your eyes met almost instantly. "Y/N, there you are! I thought you'd wait in the room!" Niragi had a grin you couldn't quite place on his lips, and for the first time, you felt an odd sense of panic as you looked at him. "... Niragi... What's going on...?" You barely got the words out before his laughter erupted, making you jump slightly. 

"Isn't it great, Y/N? I never would've dreamed the Ten of Hearts would be this much fun!" You took a step back before you even realized it, but Niragi noticed plenty. He moved his gun to the side, walking towards you with a confused look on his face. "Hey, what's wrong? I'll clear the game for us, you go back to the room." You couldn't do much else but look at him, almost as if trying to recognize him.

Niragi could sense the change in your eyes when you looked at him, tilting his head a bit, "What's that look for?"

His hand gently reached out, trying to tilt your face up to look at him properly when you stepped back suddenly, and Niragi then realized where he had seen that look before. His eyes went wide a bit, "No, no, no..." Echoed through his mind as his memories came to him.

The pouring rain as you ran into him in the alley, Haru just moments behind you. The fear, the reaction, it was all the same. The sight of you on the floor in the hallway in Niragi's shirt, looking helpless and scared as he mocked you and threw you to the side. The look on your face mirrored it all. Niragi quickly reached out, his hand barely brushing against your swim cover, "Wait!"

Feeling your heart start to race, you turned and ran in the opposite direction, your feet moving before you could comprehend what Niragi was even trying to say. You bolted up the stairs, hoping the floors above would prove to be safer. After several floors, you slammed into someone rounding the corner, stumbling backward and picking yourself back up hurriedly, fists raised in defense. You paused for a moment at the white jacket, your stance softening slightly.

"Y/N...?"

Chishiya couldn't believe his luck; finding you here like this so quickly. Without waiting for your response, he quickly pulled you into a tight hug, surprising you both. "... I'm glad you're okay." He swallowed the lump in his throat, his hand never leaving your arm as he pulled away, not bothering to look at the shocked look on your face. He pulled you along hurriedly, "Come on, quickly." He didn't wait for your answer as he tugged you along, keeping you close as he silently maneuvered through the halls, stepping over the littered dead bodies in his path.

Chishiya looked ahead, his eyes narrowing as he listened carefully, not realizing his hand had slid down to yours. He quickly crossed the hallway, pulling you into a room he knew hadn't been used in weeks. Closing the door firmly behind you, he finally dropped your hand and turned to you, "Are you alright?"

He tried not to let his shock show as you buried your face in his chest, hugging him tightly, your body nearly shaking. He awkwardly positioned his arms around your back, "... Stay here until I come back to find you, okay?" You forced yourself to pull away, wiping away tears you didn't realize had been falling. You nodded your head in understanding, sitting on the edge of the bed in the room.

With one last look, Chishiya turned and left the room, pulling the door firmly closed behind him. "I'll be back before you know it." He murmured to her through the door, knowing she probably couldn't hear it anyway. He pulled his hood up over his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was there when he felt them, nearly forgetting they were even there. Thirty-nine cards glided across his fingertips as he walked forward silently, for once having an odd sense of purpose in this excuse for a world.

The door ripped from the hinges, falling to the floor with a loud echoing thud. Niragi's eyes narrowed as he stepped in quickly, his boot overlapping his kick imprint on the wood. "Shit." You were gone. He rummaged through the room, checking the bathroom and closet, nearly screaming in anger when he couldn't find you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled, throwing the desk chair across the room. The smoke from the basement was already reaching the higher floors of the hotel through the vents, and Niragi could feel himself running out of time.

He ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in his room, his gun dangling from his shoulder. "Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?!" Niragi could've sworn he saw you walk past the room, bolting out and looking both ways down the hallway, his heartbeat starting to become rampant as he found nothing, no one in sight. He paced in the hallway, cursing himself for not going after you earlier.

Niragi just watched as you gave him that look, the look that mirrored your horror when he first met you, running from your stepbrother. He couldn't move his body to go after you as you ran from him, his feet frozen in the ground before he could think to react. The only thing on his mind now was finding you, and ensuring your safety. Niragi ran through the halls, his mind trying to form some plan of action as he stepped over the various bodies that were littering the halls.

He checked your room, the cafeteria, and even Kuina and Chishiya's separate rooms. The smoke was thickening through the halls, Niragi coughing in response. He cursed to himself, running towards the fire exit. He started making his way down until he stopped, turning and bolting up the stairs. The roof. He would be able to see you from the roof if you made it outside.

Pushing the door open, he hurriedly stepped out onto the roof, ignoring the various sounds of screaming from below. He grabbed his rifle, looking down through the scope to see if you were out already. His shoulders tensed when he heard the voice he loathed the most in the world.

"Looking for someone?"

Niragi turned his head, immediately turning the safety off his rifle, holding the grip of his gun firmly in his hand. Niragi's tongue traced his teeth in irritation, barely glancing at Chishiya.

"... Where is she?"

Chishiya stood there, his hands lingering in his pockets. "Not sure who you mean."

Niragi's voice boomed, "You know damn well who I'm talking about! Where the fuck is she?!"

Chishiya merely smirked, "Oh - You mean Y/N?"

Niragi pointed his rifle at him, taking a heavy step forward, his finger resting on the trigger.

Chishiya just shrugged his shoulders, "You'll never find her if you kill me."

He scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes, "Stop acting like you're fucking better than me. Did you really think she would pick you over me?" Chishiya stood there silently for a moment, not letting anything show on his face. But the truth was, he never thought about it. He just assumed it would all go according to plan, even if he had to adjust a few things he didn't account for.

"She belongs to me." Niragi held up his gun, ignoring the sight on the scope, smirking as he saw Chishiya react for once to his words. He lowered his hood, his face a mild scowl, "She doesn't belong to anyone." Niragi smirked, proud he finally found something that would irritate Chishiya as much as Chishiya irritated him.

"Is that why she's covered in my marks? Because she doesn't belong to me?" Niragi chuckled lowly, his eyes darting to the sudden movement of Chishiya's hands in his pockets, his full attention darting up as cards rained down, a sudden heat lashing out from a plastic water gun.

You couldn't help the burning sensation in your throat, the smoke leaking out from the vents. You thought about it carefully, coughing into your elbow, your eyes mildly burning from the fumes. Leaving the room, you left a note in case Chishiya happened to come back to look for you, telling him you were leaving. The gunshots had died down severely from earlier, so you figured it would be rather easy to get to someplace safer, even if the game hadn't been cleared yet.

Your attention turned to the window in the hall, looking down at the huge bonfire that reeked of human flesh as bodies were piled on top of bodies. You shuddered at the smell and sight, hurriedly making your way downstairs. You were just above the lobby floor when you glanced down at the lobby, staying tucked away behind the corner as you watched on. There was a young man in white, yelling at Aguni with a probably broken nose.

Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Kuina, but no Chishiya or Niragi. You thought about it worriedly for a moment, wondering if either went back to look for you. Your mind wandered to Niragi, wondering if he was safe, regardless of how much he reminded you of Haru in that brief moment, part of you understood. To be the one dealing harm instead of taking it was always a thought in the back of your mind as well.

Blinking rapidly, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts as a small group of people lifted the girl who had been stabbed, carrying her body over to the large fire burning outside. Within moments, the smoke from the basement and outside seemed to spark violently, the rooms starting to burn and decay around everyone. You quickly ran down the stairs, getting out of the building as the game clear announcement echoed through the empty halls.

You looked around hurriedly, ignoring the various shoves and pushes that came as others ran past you. Your eyes searched, your heart starting to beat loudly as fewer and fewer people started emerging from the building. Just as the panic started to build, you felt a hand on your arm, tugging you forcefully away from the burning building. You looked up, to see a focused Kuina pulling you along with her.

"Chishiya, I found her!' Your eyes looked around, steadying once you found white. "Chishiya...?"

He lightly jogged up to you both, his hands tucked away in his pockets. "Glad to see you made it out," he murmured, his face hiding away his emotions.

"Where's Niragi?"

Your voice was a bit hoarse from the smoke, but you figured if anyone would know, it would be Chishiya, the man who always has an eye on one thing or another.

Kuina looked from you to Chishiya, almost like she was trying to study Chishiya for a moment before turning away, her hand still firmly on your arm, almost in a consoling way. Chishiya's lips parted for a moment as he seemed to think, "... I would figure if he isn't already out here, then..."

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, your throat going dry as your eyes went blurry. "Wh... What...?"

Kuina's hand lightly squeezed your arm, keeping herself planted by your side as she gave you a sympathetic look from the corner of her eyes. She could relate to losing a loved one, even if they were a terrible person.

The three of you watched as the Beach burned, lighting up the sky brightly. Your hand was lodged securely in Kuina's, her thumb softly stroking the backside of your hand. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the fire, looking at every discreet movement, every flame that lashed out a bit too far. The words echoing around you didn't make it to your ears, the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat and the overwhelming voice in your head asking you the same question over and over again, "Why didn't you try harder?"

As the dawn rose above the horizon, the last three standing on the hill decided to move on. Kuina kept herself at your left, with Chishiya mirroring her on the right of you. His fingers briefly brushed against yours, grabbing your attention. "... Are you ready?"

His voice was oddly soft, making Kuina's shoulders tense, sparing him a quick glance as you answered, your voice still hoarse. "Y-yeah... I'm ready..." You wiped your face, the tears streaking the ash that gently coated part of your cheeks.

Kuina couldn't help but linger for a moment on Chishiya as you and him started walking forward. She narrowed her eyes for only a second, her hand clenching into a fist briefly, angry at Chishiya but proud of herself for finally figuring out his body language. He knew where Niragi was, and if he was alive or not. 

A loud groan echoed through the rubble of the Beach, various burnt boards moving to the side as he groggily stood up, the pain shooting through every fiber of his being. His eyes opened, his vision mildly blurred by the popped blood vessels in them. He looked around, groaning with each step he took, the agony almost making him forget what he was looking for.

Niragi looked up at the rising dawn, his body burning, pain shooting across every bone and muscle. "Y/N... Y/N?!" He screamed out, his eyes casting over the rubble, looking for any sign of you. He grabbed at his side, the raw flesh stinging with every movement. "I'm coming, Y/N... I'm... coming..." He said groggily, limping out of the rubble, dragging himself forward, only one goal on his mind; to find and protect his world.

AN: Thank you so much for reading this far! I appreciate every single repost, comment and like that have kept me going this year. This is the end of "The Pain Before", which captures season one. The aftermath will follow shortly! Please continue with your support, and please look forward to "The Mending After", part two!

[sunoooism]

THE ONE- ryohei arisu x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— established relationship, fluff, arisu is intoxicated, gn!reader.

when you opened the door supposedly to greet and thank the pizza man for your meal that you ordered half an hour ago you were not expecting to see your drunk boyfriend practically being dragged by your mutual friend Tatta. "what happened?" you asked as you took Arisu's other arm and draped it around yourself so you could hopefully situate him on your couch. once you had successfully done so you laid a gentle kiss to his nose, almost immediately he started pawing at your arm, trying to pull you onto his lap which Tatta found extremely amusing. the latter would definitely not miss a chance to tease his companion about this later.

"ah, well he said he was going to find some friends and when we found him again he was drowning in shots next to Chota, Karube and some stranger I didn't know." Tatta explained with a sorrowful tone while you took to finding your lover a glass of water and something to eat, preferably bread so it could soak up some of the alcohol he consumed. "sorry we didn't keep an eye on him" you chuckled and placed Arisu's favorite glass on the coffee table while handing the man himself a piece of bread which he started to chew lethargically. "it's fine! I wasn't expecting you to stare at him the whole night, you were there to have fun too. have you got a lift home?"

"yeah, Kuina and Usagi are waiting out the front" you nodded and engulfed him in a chaste hug before Arisu tugged at your waist again, you smiled and took his hands in yours.

"enjoy the rest of your night, Tatta"

"I would say the same but it looks like you'll be turning in fairly soon" you smiled once more and waved him off as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to tend to your intoxicated boyfriend. Ryohei seemed pleased now that he could have you all to himself.

once bathed and a little less drunk you led Arisu to the couch again where you were pulled to sit on your giggly boyfriend. you lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat along with the gentle rise and fall of his chest. little droplets of water slid off his hair and dampened his green sleep shirt, he didn't seem to care and picked up your hand to start mindlessly fiddling with your fingers. after a while he started to place feather light kisses on each of your fingertips. you giggled whenever his plush lips touched your skin, the kaleidoscope of butterflies in your abdomen squirmed whenever you saw his lips pucker. "what're you doing, angel?" the question seemed to fly right over his head so you sat quietly watching him until he answered.

" 'm gonna put a ring on your finger one day" probably the cheesiest grin known to man spread across your face, and as you were unable to contain it you simply let your flustered chuckle out, earning another kiss to your thumb from Arisu. "yeah? you want to marry me?" although he was still intoxicated and probably not aware of what he was saying, you really hoped it was all true. "100%, sweetheart. you're definitely the person for me." After all, drunk words are sober thoughts. "well that's good news, 'cause I was just thinking about how you're the one for me!" you could see his eyes glaze over, so full of love for you and your shared relationship. "really?" with a brisk nod of your head you pressed your forehead to his and whispered, "you're the only one for me. I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do."

"me neither" lovesick was the only way to describe how you were feeling in the moment. unable to stop smiling, you pecked his lips and decided to linger for a little while. "good, now let's get to bed. we have things to do tomorrow"

"like planning our wedding?" He said hopefully, his innocent doe eyes pleading with you. "yes, Ryohei. like planning our wedding." there was a lengthy pause where all you did was stare at each other until he spoke up again. "you're gonna be Mr/s. Arisu"

"or you could be Mr. L/n"

"....I like that better actually" you chuckled and pressed a firm kiss to the crest of his hairline.

©sunoooism

[brdpch]

NSFW Alphabet - Niragi Suguru

my gf treating u with another NSFW alphabet, this time for show!niragi. let's go!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): A nice massage by a girl they just fucked, and falling asleep. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): His muscles, his cock. In his girls he likes nice strong thighs that could suffocate him. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): Creampies are his favourite. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He once fucked a girl on one of his patrols, Aguni caught them and joined. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Very fucking experienced. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): Any that makes him see a face of a girl he’s fucking. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.): Serious, incredibly serious. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He’s kempt there - has some hair but not that it would get in the way during oral. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): No romance for him, just straight good ol’ fucking. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He never jacks-off, when he feels horny he just finds someone to satisfy him. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Just any that involves violence, him to act like an animal. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): He really likes places where there is a possibility of getting caught. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): He’s always ready to go, he doesn’t need motivation. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Shit, sticking things inside his dick, his dick getting kicked. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Receiving, he doesn’t like to give oral. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.): Rough, always. Fast - not necessarily. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): He prefers longer sex, savouring every minute. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Yes, always. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): His record is about an hour without cumming but with breaks. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): He owns a couple of cuffs, ropes - anything for restriction, cock rings. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): A LOT, hates being teased tho. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): Grunting, shouting, whimpering, moaning - very loud. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Mommy issues make him go crazy for praises like "good boy". X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Average cock, tilted a bit to the side. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very very very high. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Probably after the massage.