#aib x oc

[aikoorsmt]

Yoo wassup Aiko here~

Name: Aiko

Age: 19

Personality: flirty, mean, funny, teasing

Aiko is actually Aguni's daughter. When she started high school her mother disappeared and she got depressed and somehow she got herself in borderland. She joined militants and after some time in Borderland she got a crush on Niragi.

[werelosingdaylight]

Intimate Mornings

Chishiya Shuntaro x GN!Reader

REQUESTED? [Yes] • No

REQUEST: Hi could I request domestic moment with chishiya, like hdcs or anything idc, im a slut for this man and I need domestic moment with him ☹️👍 (the brainrot is very real)

WORD COUNT: 771

SUMMARY| Mornings with Chishiya had always been your favorite, especially after a rough game.

Adm Note: I’m back after a year, I might be a little rusty. I did not specify what the reader looked like or any pronouns! Everyone is included. <3

Sunlight broke through the blue skies with beams of light, peaking through the window to give false loving caresses to the skin of your lovers face, like it was trying to make you envious of the ethereal glow that encapsulates him. Chishiya slept peacefully beside you, his arm slung loosely over your waist, his face didn't hold its usual coldness; a mask he carefully crafted together from hardened clay to protect himself.

Without much thought to your actions you pulled your hand from where it laid motionless under the blanket, taking the physically clean hand and running it through his messy locks of hair. You often wondered if every touch you gave him darkened his soul, the soul that shimmered such a vibrant gold it could blind you.

Where as your soul laid withered up, being cloaked by the shadows lingering in your mind, tormenting you with memories of the things you have done to survive in the borderlands. Crimson stains washed away down the shower drain like it was nothing but dirt spread across your skin.

His hair was soft, like how you imagined clouds to feel as a child. It was familiar and warm to your touch, like an old soul greeting you upon your death, lighting you up with a sense of complete wholeness.

Slowly your hand moved from its place where you were daring to dance your fingers through each piece and wondering if you would turn to gold from touching the hair upon his head.

Trailing down his cheek you relish in the warmth rolling off his skin in waves, a frown pulling at the corner of your lips as you notice a cut along the crown of his forehead, not deep enough to need stitches but it would need to be cleaned.

Running your thumb softly along the cut, a sigh crawled it’s way out of your throat with ragged claws tearing into your windpipe, mindlessly beating against your voice box. “Chishiya…” You whispered, getting no response you tried again to awaken your slumbering boyfriend.

“Chishiya.” Your voice was louder, causing him to stir, his eyes fluttering open at the feeling of being looked at so tenderly. A small sleep filled smile was shot your way, making your heart thud wildly against your rib cage.

Pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips you wordlessly got up, ignoring a whining protest from Chishiya that tugged at your heart strings; he always had been clingy when he was tired.

Entering the bathroom you grabbed a wash cloth, letting the cold water seep through the fabric and pool onto your fingertips before the droplets slid down your hands back into the sink.

Opening the cabinets you grabbed a bandage, rubbing alcohol, and the ointment. Hearing a soft shuffle, that alerted you to the fact your boyfriend was on the move, you moved to the doorway.

“Nuh-uh, lay back down. You’re injured and have five days on your visa.” You made your way over to his side of the bed, sitting down hesitantly beside him. You took care of the bigger injuries last night, including the huge gash along his side from a flying piece of metal.

As gently as you could, you pushed Chishiyas shoulders back, having him leaning against the headboard of the bed. Shifting carefully as to not bother his stitches.

Chishiya rolled his eyes at you being so careful, a yelp of surprise escaping you as two hands pulled you into his lap in a straddling position. “Chishiya! I could have hurt you.” You weren’t normally one to complain about sitting on your boyfriends lap, especially if it’s in the privacy of your own room, but you didn’t want to irritate or reopen his wound.

Chishiya let out what sounded like an annoyed clicking with his tongue “You didn’t hurt me, if anything being this close with you makes me feel better.” Your insides melted at his words, despite him not being the best with emotions they always managed to make you a puddle in his hand.

A soft smile crossed your lips, unable to hold back the warmth that spread throughout your chest, how could you when he looked at you like you crafted every star in his name? Like you shaped every galaxy and creature just to cure his loneliness?

You softly brushed his hair away from the cut, dabbing the wet cloth to clean the dried up blood that escaped and now painted dried ponds on his skin. You know soon enough you will both have to get up, but for now you will soak up the small moments.

[storiesofmyhead]

Just a blurb about Alastor and his Secret Girlfriend who is with the Vee's

Made a part 1, you should go check it out! Part 1

"I am going out to visit a friend of mine in cannibal town. I will not be back until tomorrow." Alastor announces to the group before walking out of the hotel as everyone gives weird looks to each other.

"Smiles has friends?" Angel pipes up as everyone shrugs in response.

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As he walks down the road, sinners all around avoid him as they dive into nearby dumpsters or through nearby doors and windows.

Humming to himself, Alastor's smile is polite and relaxed as he feels excitement and impatience bubble in his chest, a feeling that was unknown until a few months ago.

Crossing the town line, finally reaching cannibal town his long strides take him past the long line that ran out of Rosie's door.

"Ahhh Rosie, my dear friend." Alastor calls out once he enters the house.

"Alastorrrr~ How are you?" She stands up from her seat, leaving the cannibal that she was once talking to.

"I am doing just fine. Now-" He lowers his voice leaning in. "Where is she?"

"Ahh, yes. She is just upstairs. The normal room, my friend."

Alastor nods sending her one of his sweeter smiles, his legs now moving faster towards the stairs. Scaling them he reaches the top, looking for the door that leads to his peace.

His smile falls to one of pure relaxation and calm as he reaches the door. Grabbing the nob, he turns it and quickly closing it behind him.

"My doe." He coo's.

The doe turns around quickly, her smile growing. "Alastor." She breaths out, running into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Dropping his staff, his arms wrap around her thighs so she doesn't fall.

"Ah my doe, is something wrong?"

Humming she shakes her head 'no'. "Jus' missed you." Her voice comes out mumbled from his neck.

Placing her legs down onto the ground, he lets out a sigh of content. Kissing the top of her head, he watches her ears twitch as she nuzzles her head deeper into his neck.

Pulling away her red eyes look into his. "Vox has been working me non-stop, he acts as if I'm not an overlord myself, let alone stronger than him."

Alastor's eye twitches at the thought of his doe working tirelessly. His eyes travel down to her outfit, seeing her already in the nightgown he bought her the last time they met up. The short dress-like sleeping garment that ended just below her butt.

"I see you are wearing the garment I choose for you."

Her smile grew, as she nodded taking a step back. She twirled a bit, before facing him again. "You like it on me?"

His eyes trace up and down her body landing specifically on her butt before she turned back to face him.

"It looks delicious on you, my little doe." Taking a stride towards her, he watches as she takes one back. his eyes narrow a slight bit, as he takes another stride towards her. Though she takes one back leaving the distance in between them. "What are you doing my little doe?" He speaks.

"Nothing." Her eyes look at him innocently.

Taking one more stride he watches as she tries to take one back, only to be stopped by the bed. Squealing her body falls back as Alastor pins her to the bed.

"Why are you running from me? I just want to taste you, my darling." Her cheeks burn red as she watches him take off his coat.

[awkwardchaosposts]

Scrubs

Chishiya x reader (Hospital!AU) [gn!reader] part 1

(TW!: mentions of needles and IV's, discrimination against crocs)

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Chishiya was is an extra bad mood today. They were short staffed on tonight's night shift so it was up to him to look after the undergrads despite being a mere post-grad student.

"You're doing it wrong" you heard a familiar voice from behind you. It made you smile. Med-school was hard. Night-shifts,the long hours and stress can easily get to a person but a particular snarky doctor makes your day slightly more durable "It's my first day"

Was it just you or did your comment get an almost smile out of him?

"Your first day? last time I checked it's been 'your first day' for the past two months" he spoke in a condescending tone,picking up a new needle. "You're getting the ID and IV mixed up. With an IV you have to insert it at a 10-30° angle. Intradermal (ID) is the ones you do at a 10-15° angle"

You swear you felt a jolt of electricity when he guided your hand at a correct angle to insert the syringe into the practice dummy.

"It's not that hard. I memorised the injection angles on my first week here" his condescending comment brought you out of your own head.

"Okay grandpa"

Chishiya raised an eyebrow. Just the slightest bit amused by your snarky remark. "Grandpa? I'm not that old"

"Oh really?"

"Really. I'm 25" he instinctively shoved his hands in the side pockets of his lab coat,responding in an almost defensive way

Your reaction kind of bruised his ego. Why did you look so surprised? did he really look older than he was?

"Why's that so surprising?"

His question only got a shrug out of you "Well it's not that you look old it's just well..." you glanced at his dark blue crocs. "You dress like a person in their mid 30's"

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Your comment was stuck in Chishiya's head all day. It was 6am. He'd just finished his nightshift and he was honestly a bit frustrated.

He didn't care what anyone thought. Especially you. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it. Constantly. It's like you just humbled this man more than anyone ever has.

And that's why...

"Chiya. Hey! What's wrong? you never call me" Kuina,his best friend and luckily for him a major in fashion.

The man didn't bother answering her question. "I need your advice"

"Advice on what?"

"I'm buying new shoes this weekend. I guess I could...use your opinion"

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[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Laughter | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Author's note: Fine, *aggressively opens laptop* I'll just write one myself then. Also, first fic ever so uh yeah. That's how desperate I am lol. Edit: Yeah I edited it a bit because I was sleepdeprived when I wrote/posted this and got rid of horrible spelling mistakes :)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Weird relationship (it's Banda, a serial killer and manipulative piece of shit), Violence? (because you know, it's aib?), A mention of wanting to end it all, potential spelling/grammar mistakes?

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is captivated by her laughter

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As soon as the 20 minute timer went off, most participant immediately scrambled to get away from the open playground and ran straight into the abandoned school to find a spot to hide from the seeker who’d be released in a one minute.

Banda Sunato hadn’t moved an inch and was instead just looking around. His eyes followed the hurrying people, an eerie smile on his face. He appeared rather amused. Content even.

You were also still standing in out in the open, right behind him and staring at the back of his blood stained shirt. “Are you not going to hide mister?" You asked. "Do you want to die?”

He turned around, no surprise visible on his face. He stared at you as if he was analyzing your face. “What about yourself?”

You flashed him a smile. “I’m still thinking about a good hiding spot.”

"I wasn't referring to that." When you tilted you head he added, "do you want to die?"

You looked around you, taking in your surroundings before looking down at you phone. It read 19:22 and was counting down. "I still have so much to do, I won't die."

Banda stared at you intently and looked you up and down. You were dressed in a white summer dress which looked a little bit too clean for this world, not a spot of dirt or blood to be found. You looked very young, young enough to still remember high school infrastructure.

"Well," he started, switching topics again, “Surely someone like you knows a good hiding spot. I'd say most students that attend highschool know the place through and through, don't they?”

You hummed in response. “Home schooled.”

Banda didn’t respond or gave any sign which you would interpret as disinterest, if not for his piercing gaze. It was starting to creep you out, but you enjoyed talking to someone as you hadn't had the opportunity to make new friends in the borderlands.

“You know, it’s my first time in a school building, so I’m actually a bit excited. Well, who knows, maybe I can explore this place after the game is over, right?” You wanted to say more, but then the school bell rang, indicating that the seeker was on the move. Even though you looked around cautiously, Banda couldn’t spot any sign of actual fear on your face. As if you knew you were getting out of here alive.

“Well then,” you said with a nod and you skipped off.

He watched you leave towards the gym building. When he heard a gun shot he decided to take it as a sign that he should probably also get moving.

He followed you in the direction of the gym, but stayed behind the square columns in front of the building, covered by shadows where he knew he was safe. He looked down at his dark green button up shirt, ripped and covered in blood. It sure worked fine as camouflage.

He could oversee the entire playground from his position, including the main entrance to the school from where he could hear gunshots. It didn't take long for the seeker to exit the school building and cross the playground.

Banda moved to the other side of a column, blocking himself from the seeker's sight. This would be easy, he thought to himself. He would simply rotate around the columns until the game was over.

Well, it was only a two of clubs after all.

The seeker entered the gym and for a second it was absolutely quiet. Banda smirked. That girl is as good as dead, he thought. And when hearing the gunshots he almost patted himself on the back for his accurate prediction, but he was stopped when he heard you laughing as if you were enjoying yourself.

He froze, completely captivated by the sound. It had been a while since he'd heard such carefree laughter. What an addictive sound. How interesting. He smiled, almost wickedly.

There was a loud crash and more shots were fired before the doors opened and slammed against the wall, revealing you.

You had tried to hide in all the way up in the huge draped curtains when your hand accidentally slipped, moving the entire curtain, which had given away your hiding spot.

You were met with a barrage of bullets that miraculously didn't hit you. As always, luck is on your side, you thought.

The bullets had however apparantly hit whatever it was that supported the heavy curtains and you fell down on top of the seeker. You quickly rolled off while he fought with the curtains, trying to get out from underneath it while also shooting around randomly.

You ran out giggling. From the corner of your eye, you saw the man you were talking to before and you stopped for a second to wave at him before hiding behind the doors that you had just kicked open.

A minute later the seeker walked out and went to look for other victims. You managed to slip back into the gym unnoticed.

The rest of the game was uneventful. There were two other incidents where gunshots were heard, but when the participants walked off the school grounds after clearing the game, it seemed as if everyone made it, as far as you could recall. Your facial recognition memory wasn't awesome.

"You seem familiar."

You turned around in surprise at his sudden voice behind you. "I highly doubt that." You said.

"What's your name?"

"You seem familiar too, what's yours?" You replied, ignoring his question.

"I asked first," he responded.

You hummed. "And I don't give my name out to strangers, so it seems as if we're at an impasse." You looked at him expectantly. When he didn't appear to have any intention of answering, you turned to leave.

"Banda Sunato." It stopped you in your tracks.

Did you know him? Of course. What else is there to do when you're isolated in your house, except read books and listen to true crime podcasts? Were you scared of him? A little, but you had your own fair share of victims since arriving in the borderlands. As did everyone here.

You gave him your name. Oh how easy you were, he thought. He could definitely charm his way to you.

"Your last name, is it the same as the former prime minister?" He asked. "I thought his child died." He commented when you hummed in acknowledgement.

"Me and my mother were shot during one of his campaigns. They managed to save me, but my father got paranoid and kept me away from, well, everything ever since." Your expression fell and looked past Banda into the distance as you recalled your dull life.

"So now you enjoy the freedom you have. You're no longer locked away, and can go wherever you please. There are no rules here, so you're discovering the world for yourself, instead of through media. It's why you're walking around with curiosity instead of falling into despair, and also why you're the only one in the game who was enjoying themselves." Banda's voice was dangerously low and his eyes dark as he scanned your face.

"I bet your isolation messed with your mind. You've probably thought of ending it all, so you aren't scared at the prospect of dying, right." He concluded for you.

You didn't answer him. Partially annoyed that he thought he was smart enough to make assumptions as if he knew you, and also annoyed because he wasn't wrong.

He had stepped closer to you during his analysis and you fought the urge to put a step back to get him out of your personal space.

"I like that." He finished. His face hovering close to yours.

You nervously laughed. "So I won't be your fifth victim then?"

Banda's smile widened as if you said something funny. "You've caught my attention. Let's be partners."

"I don't know, what's your policy on killing partners?" You asked, finding the situation ridiculous.

He leaned closer to you and you could feel his breath on your cheek. "If you pledge yourself to me, I'll show you the beauty of this world." He spoke lowly.

Now that interested you.

You opened your mouth to answer when he closed the small gap between you two, pressing his lips to yours, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb against your pulse.

You've never been kissed before, but found yourself pushing back against him, grabbing onto his shirt, not lettiing go even after the kiss ended.

"Oh you meant that kind of partner." You giggled when you broke apart.

Then your giggling started to grow into a laughing fit, because how could you not if you stopped to think about the situation. You just had your first kiss with a serial killer stranger whom you just met 25 minutes ago in a life or death game in an abandoned world.

Banda relished in the sound of you, corners of his mouth curling up in satisfaction. Gotcha, he thought.

When you managed to subdue your giggles and he didn't move or say anything else, you decided to go and start walking towards your appartment with him in tow.

"Your shirt is ripped and covered in dirt and blood." You said while wiping away the blood on your hands from grabbing his shirt.

You flashed him a smile. "Luckily for you, I have a clean light blue button up shirt at home."

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Part 2 ( +18 content)

Part 3

[beewolfwrites]

for part 2 of the Japanese speaking one, can u do one where reader and chishiya fall for each other and the reader wants to confess to him in Japanese but doesn’t know how and he helps her? ty :)

Language Barrier - Part 2

Since this is a second part for the original prompt, I've kept it also in the AWIAF fic world, but more towards the end.

Hope you enjoy!

(Chishiya x oc/reader)

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‘You’ve improved.’ 

Chishiya emerged from the hallway and sat down in the armchair opposite mine. Even in candlelight, the furniture store was cosy and quiet, the perfect place for curling up and studying in a comfy reading chair. With the games suspended after the Ten of Hearts, life in the Borderlands had slowed. On one hand, we were waiting for something to happen at any moment, yet the more days that drifted by, the more we were lulled into a sense of security. Kuina had ventured out earlier to find supplies, leaving Chishiya and I alone in the store. 

He had spent most of the evening upstairs, tinkering with a can of orange soda and wires, whilst I focused all my attention on reading out sentences and committing new words to memory. Ever since my first game - Rummy - where I had barely understood the rules being read out, I had been chipping away at the Japanese language, making a note of and practicing phrases I had heard Kuina and Chishiya use. Although I was still laughably bad at it, I was actually quite proud of how far I’d come. 

‘ありがとう.’ Thank you, Chishiya.

‘Your pronunciation is clearer too,’ he commented. ‘You’ve stopped blending the words together. I can actually understand what you’re saying.’ 

I thought for a minute about how I wanted to respond, double checking a certain word in my pocket dictionary. ‘あの缶に何してるの?’ What are you doing with that soda can? 

Earlier, I’d briefly seen him connecting it up to a string of wires, but he had worked quietly and avoided divulging any information. I hadn’t wanted to pester him at the time, but I was genuinely curious about his latest project. 

‘爆弾を作っている,’ he replied simply. I’m creating a bomb.

‘Wait, really?’ 

That was definitely not what I thought he was going to say. At all. How did he expect me to react to this? Chishiya didn’t exactly look like a terrorist in the making, nor an angry schoolboy locked up in his bedroom surfing the internet. Seeing Chishiya’s raised brow and lack of response, I quickly realised I had slipped up. 

‘本当か’ I corrected myself. ‘どうやって学びましたか’ Really? How did you learn to do that?

‘学んだ,’ he said, simply. ‘学びました is too formal. You’ve never spoken formally with me anyway.’ 

He explained his answer in quick, fluid Japanese, and although I understood some of the words he’d used, he was running through each sentence far too fast. The words only stood out individually like stars, and I couldn’t quite harpoon them together to form anything coherent. And given the mischief dancing in his expression, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

‘I give up,’ I admitted. ‘You’re speaking too fast. And I don’t know half of those words.’ 

He didn’t admonish me, like I’d expected, but instead simply translated his answer. ‘I taught myself over time, the same way I made that taser. Once you have a grasp of circuits and wiring, you’re already halfway there.’ 

This would also explain how Chishiya knew how to screw with the wiring in Niragi’s bedside lamps. Either he payed a bizarre amount of attention at school, which I couldn’t see him doing, or he had too much spare time on his hands. 

I frowned, flicking through my notes. ‘And you genuinely thought I’d be able to understand all that wire talk?’ 

‘You never know. It could come in useful in a game.’ 

I couldn’t argue with that. But in actuality, I did need his help with a certain phrase. There was something I wasn’t quite sure about - it was said differently depending on formality, but as I was still dipping my feet into Japanese culture, I wasn’t quite confident about the difference between each variant and when they should be used. 

‘Hey, Chishiya? There’s something I’m not sure how to say.’ I flipped my notes around so that he could read them better, though he simply stared at them with apathy.

‘What is it?’ 

‘Well… I’m really grateful to Kuina, for being my friend throughout all this craziness,’ I explained carefully. ‘I wanted to tell her that I love her, because I really do. But I didn’t want to use the wrong “I love you”. I know there’s 好き, and there’s 大好き. But this dictionary translates it as 愛している. If Kuina’s my friend, which one do I use?’ 

Chishiya closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the armchair. ‘Kuina already knows you’re her friend. There’s no need to say it.’ 

‘But what if I want to?’ 

‘Then you’d just use 好き or 大好き at the most,’ he said. Half asleep like this, it was uncanny how much he resembled a cat, or even a fox. ‘But you’re not really asking for Kuina’s sake.’ 

My heart shuddered. 

He knows?

I swallowed, nervous that I had been caught out so easily. ‘And if I’m not actually asking for Kuina, which one would I use instead?’ 

His mouth tilted upwards. That sly, sly man. ‘It depends on how you feel. 愛している is only used in movies.’ 

‘And you wouldn’t use 好き or 大好き?’ 

‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘If you’re a schoolgirl.’ 

‘And people definitely don’t use 愛している in real life?’ 

‘Nobody really says these things,’ he replied curtly. ‘It’s too embarrassing for most Japanese people.’

Except I’m not Japanese.

I didn’t reply, muling over each of the three possibilities. One was too mushy and gushy to use in real life. The other two were apparently too simplistic. From what I knew of Japanese society so far, people didn’t usually say these things out loud. Love and affection was something to be expressed in small actions and gestures. 

One eye cracked open. ‘Well?’ 

‘Well what?’ 

‘After all that, aren’t you going to say anything?’ 

Now it was my turn to smirk. ’Only when you’re not expecting it.’ 

Faintly entertained, he sat up straighter, pulling himself out of his catnap. His small break over, he retreated back upstairs and returned to tinkering with the can. The evening drifted on, and I did try to stay awake in case Kuina returned with goodies. But as the darkness crept in and the candles played magic tricks with shadows on the walls, I sank down into a different darkness altogether, dreaming of sand and chlorine, playing cards and bullets. 

In my dream state, I hadn’t realised I was shivering until the softness of a blanket was wrapped around me. A pair of hands gently removed my notebook, pen and dictionary. Barely awake, I slid my eyes open a fraction, registering the silhouette walking away from where I was curled up in the armchair. 

‘Chishiya,’ I murmured. ‘もう愛している.’ 

I love you too. 

[myocsfanfictions]

Run at least twice as fast - [Alice in Borderland Fanfiction]

[Masterlist]

Erica left everything behind to start afresh in Japan, a country she cherished from her childhood memories in Tokyo. Faced with parental pressure to dictate her future once more, she chose to break free. Despite the challenges of adapting to a new country without family support, Erica finds herself thrust into a brutal landscape where survival depends on playing deadly games.

Next 》

Chapter 1

“Erica-sensei, can I have a red pencil? There’s none on our table.”

Erica glanced down to find a five-year-old child looking up at her with big, dark eyes and a shy smile. "Of course, Daiki," she said, walking over to the wooden supply cupboard to fetch more colors. Daiki followed her as he always did, and Erica chuckled softly when he timidly bowed his head as she handed him the pencils.

Erica had been working at an elementary school in Ebisu for four months now. As much as she disliked being alone at home, the smiling faces of the children always brought her joy. The job was pleasant, and she had no complaints about the pay. She could afford a small home in Nakano and live a simple life, just as she had always wanted. However, she never expected to find herself completely cut out from her family.

She had arrived in Japan just five months earlier, fleeing a life that felt stiflingly controlling. Japan had always been one of her favorite places in the world. When she was seven years old, she followed her family to Tokyo because her father was the Ambassador of England. She spent five years there, cherishing many beautiful and meaningful memories of Japan. She still vividly remembered how sad she felt when she had to return to her country and how much she missed Japan.

During those years, as her family moved from country to country, Erica never stopped studying Japanese. As a child, she didn't feel the pressure that began to weigh on her as a teenager. Her parents had strict plans for her: achieve perfect grades to apply to the best university for International Law. Their control over her life was tight; she couldn't freely choose her friends, and if her parents disapproved of her friends, she couldn't spend time with them. She had to study relentlessly. But if she didn't like certain people her parents favored, she was expected to befriend them.

Erica had always strived to excel so that her family would be proud of her. However, when she expressed her desire to explore her own path and determine her life's direction, her parents didn't agree. They insisted she follow their plan. She understood they acted out of love, but they never tried to see things from her perspective. Despite this, she persisted, hoping the path would eventually align with her aspirations.

She succeeded in studying at Oxford University, but as she approached graduation, she increasingly felt her life slipping out of her control. Feeling trapped, she made the decision to leave. She hadn’t heard from her parents since.

“Erica,” the voice of her colleague Kyoko made her turn, “Thank you for today.”

The girl shook her head, “Don’t worry.” One of the teachers had a health issue that morning so they had asked Erica if she could cover for her in her fee day. There was not much Erica had to do and it was useful to work a little more.

“You’ve got your nail appointment, today?” Kyoko asked and Erica looked down to her hands.

“Oh yes,” she answered with a smile, “Take everything away from me but not my nails.” That made Kyoko chuckle.

“They are very pretty,” she said, “I should take an appointment.”

“Just tell me and I’ll give you the contact.” Erica exclaimed happily.

“Of course,” Kyoko assured, bowing before saying goodbye. Erica waved as she watched her colleague disappear inside the school. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder for comfort, she then set off toward Shibuya for her appointment.

That was a really hot day. Summer in Japan was merciless, but Erica liked to walk and she would have not let the hot weather win. She began her walk towards Shibuya, passing by sleek cafes where young professionals sipped on matcha lattes and meticulously arranged flower shops displaying exquisite ikebana arrangements. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of cherry blossoms, carried on a gentle breeze that whispered through the urban canyon of glass and steel.

Pedestrians flowed like a river, each person immersed in their own rhythm amidst the symphony of footsteps and distant chatter. Bicycles zipped by silently, their riders effortlessly navigating the labyrinthine streets. Erica noticed the occasional shrine nestled between modern buildings, a serene oasis amidst the urban sprawl, where visitors paused to offer prayers amid the tranquil ambiance.

She was always mesmerized by the beauty of Tokyo, it was a sight that could never bore her.

As she walked, Erica took a look at her cellphone noticing that she had still sometime before her appointment. So she decided to buy something to eat. Maybe an onigiri with tuna and mayonnaise. Her favorite. She could already taste it, and she couldn’t wait to eat.

She stopped at the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light to shine its green light at them. Shibuya was always so busy and full of people that went in many different places: the mall, cafes, work… Erica liked to looked at people wandering where they were headed and what was their lives.

People all live under the same sky, but we know so little of one another. That was what she always found herself thinking.

Then as the green light appeared, Erica heard laughters from behind her, before three boys passed by: one of them was wearing an orange shirt and he was carrying on his shoulders one of his friends, with shaggy black hair and a green shirt. While the third followed them recording what his friends were doing. Erica observed them as they made their way at the center of the road. The sight made her smile, and as they started to spin she found herself laughing. They seemed to having so much fun. She wandered what that meant as she crossed the street leaving the boys behind. She hand never had such friendship. If she thought about it she felt really sad. Her comfortable life had been a lonely one too.

Taking a breath she made her way in a near convenience store. As she leaned forward to chose what onigiri she would have eaten she heard a girl gasping with joy, “Look! Fireworks!” Erica looked at the girl and her friend with their eyes to observe what was happening outside.

Fireworks in the afternoon? Erica frowned returning her attention to the onigiris. Maybe there was some festivity she still didn’t know about, even if fireworks in broad daylight were not an amazing sight.

Then suddenly, the light turned off, but it never turned on again. But what was even more strange was the unusual silence that she heard all around her. Shibuya was never a quiet place. That silence made her shiver. And the chills only grew colder when she noticed that she was alone in the store.

What is happening? She asked herself as she looked around the empty room.

Was she dreaming? Had she fainted in some way?

Taking a deep breath to stay calm, Erica walked towards the exit of the convenience store. Her feet moved slowly and uncertainly, the silence ringing loudly in her ears. It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation.

“Where is everybody?” She asked herself as she stepped outside.

The street was deserted—no people in sight, not a single soul. Abandoned cars scattered along the road stood empty, their doors left open. It was a terrifying sight. Why was everyone gone?

“Hello!” She tried, but the echo of her voice scared her even more. That had to be a nightmare, it was not possible for that to be real. It made no sense. Erica clenched her hands to stop them from shaking. If that was a nightmare soon she would have woken up. And if it wasn’t?

“This is a nightmare,” she assured herself, “Stop freaking out, Erica,” then she frowned at herself. “Perfect,” she exclaimed, “Now I’m talking with myself.”

What could she do? How could she wake up? She tried to pinch herself, but that didn’t woke her up, it only made her yelp.

This is ridiculous! She thought to herself. There must be someone around.

As Erica ventured further into Shibuya, the once bustling streets lay eerily deserted. Neon signs that typically illuminated the area with vibrant colors now flickered dimly, casting long shadows on the pavement. The famous scramble crossing, usually teeming with pedestrians, stood empty and silent, its traffic lights changing from red to green in vain.

She passed by iconic landmarks—a towering department store with its shutters drawn, a row of fashionable boutiques with locked doors, and cafes that once overflowed with chatter now stood eerily quiet. Shop windows displayed mannequins frozen in fashionable poses, their empty gazes mirroring the desolation of the streets.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would rustle through the quietude, carrying with it the distant sound of a door creaking or a loose sign swaying. Erica's footsteps echoed softly as she walked, the only audible sound in the empty cityscape.

With each step, the sense of unease grew. She scanned every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement or hear a familiar sound. The absence of life in Shibuya was unsettling, leaving her with a haunting feeling of solitude in what should have been a bustling urban center.

Erica quickened her pace, determined to find any sign of life or a clue to explain the mysterious disappearance of everyone in Shibuya.

It had been hours when she set on a sideway, trying to keep herself from freaking out. She was not waking up, and it had been hours, actual hours. The sun had set for half an hour now, she hadn’t seen anyone and she had not idea where to go or what to do.

“Am I sleeping or not?” She asked herself with trembling voice. “Am I in coma? Am I dead? What the hell is happening?” That was all so terrifying. She was trapped there and she had no idea what “there” was. She felt her eyes filling with tears; she didn’t like all that unnatural silence, she didn’t like to feel so alone, without a way out.

Suddenly though from the window behind her, the televisions on display suddenly turned on, causing her to turn around. The pale light was the only cause of illumination in that street, making everything the all more creepy. But Erica’s attention was caught with what she read on the screen.

WELCOME, PLAYERS. THE GAME WILL COMMENCE IN A MOMENT.

Erica frowned, “Players? Game?” She read it over and over, but she was not mistaken. Who were the players? What did it mean that a game was about to begin?

“What the hell is going on?” She had lost the count of how many times she had said that to herself that day.

Then the words on the screens changed once again.

THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA.

“This is all so fucking creepy,” she muttered looking around. Still no one. So she read the words again. They were pointing in a direction and even if she had no idea what that all was about the words were talking to Players, which meant that other people were around ant that they would be gathering in the same place.

“I don’t like this,” she said to herself knowing that there was not much else she could do. She had to follow that indication, hoping that she would have found someone to have some answers. She finally took a deep breath and she made her way in the dark alley.

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Dimming Hearth | Chishiya x Reader - COMPLETE!

Summary: Chishiya was your lover, your partner, your pillar and support through the thick and thin of Borderland's horrific events. You and him came to share a bond like no other — only for it to vanish in an instant when the world returned to normal and everyone, including Chishiya, lost their memories.

Everyone, except you.

In the normal world you meet Chishiya again, but he doesn't remember you and he doesn't belong to you. You and him are strangers. An actress and a doctor. Two passersby. A pair of puppets to a cruel fate.

But you have a choice: are you going to remain a puppet?

Fandom: Alice in Borderland (spoilers for season 2!)

Tags: angst, tragedy, plot, canon compliant, pining, unrequited love, romance, pregnancy, miscarriage (sort of), abortion (sort of), blood and injury, mental breakdown, PTSD, emotional hurt/comfort, infidelity, psychological trauma, memory loss

Word Count: 20.5k (in 7 chapters)

Update Schedule: Thursdays

Commissioned by @vesta-ro, thank you for having unconditional faith in me ❤️

Looking in Chishiya's eyes now, those memories flashed in terrifying reel in your retinas. Those episodes of you and him partaking in life-or-death Games, together and apart. Those dawns of you two meeting at your pre-agreed locations around the empty city with wounds, frazzled sanities, and shaken minds. Those sunrises with him resting his chin atop your crown and pulling you in for a hug that fixed everything. Those feelings of despair that dissipated the moment his lips touched yours and his fingers drifted through your hair. And those minutes of feeling brutally alive when his naked heart beat on top and his body-heat joined yours.

That world was over now. Disappeared. Ended. But in the end we keep going back to the beginning – and the beginning for you was the very first time that he stepped over the carcass of his selfishness to come to your aid.

Read it here:

• Chapter 1: The Intersection

• Chapter 2: The Theatre

• Chapter 3: 7-Eleven

• Chapter 4: The Hospital

• Chapter 5: Hell

• Chapter 6: The Ocean

• Chapter 7: The Theatre: Coda

[xoteajays]

↬ kikuri aguni in the chrysanthemum diary 【 season 1 】

kikuri aguni would have once called her life 'simple'. she had little outside of her job at the bookshop, her older brother, and his best friend - not even an actual friend of her own. with the cards she was dealt, she manages, soldiering on through simple monotonous days. having a day of from work should have been a good thing. she'd planned on spending it in shibuya with her brother, morizono, and his friend-since-teendom, danma. as she's complaining about the hot weather while walking out of a convenience store, everything goes sideways. suddenly, it's as if only the three of them exist in the world, and all of tokyo has become overgrown and empty in the blink of an eye. for a little over a week, they manage through strange games, playing with their lives on the line as a team. then danma gets the great idea of creating a paradise. the beach should have been a safe haven, but the fire that was founded doesn't burn the way anyone expects and 'paradise' quickly dissolves into violence, betrayal, and death where nobody's hands are left unbloodied.

[coffeebookslovegt]

No importa a cuántas personas haya matado, no es tan inteligente como yo.

[quakenshake]

Prompt: Hold Me Tender

In which a sleepy Chishiya somehow finds his way to your room at the Beach after a particularly rough game…

It was unusual to find any quiet at the Beach. To do so, one must sacrifice something very important…sleep. Though you couldn’t quite count it as a sacrifice in your case, as it was entirely nonconsensual. Who knew that in a world plagued with death and betrayal, your biggest foe to date would be insomnia? It could almost be considered amusing, were it not for the fatigue that stung at your eyes and made your stomach feel uneasy. You didn’t have to look at the clock to tell that it was well past midnight, and you knew that with your visa expiring tomorrow, it was crucial to succumb to unconsciousness. If only your stupid brain would cooperate.

It wouldn’t take a genius to determine the cause for your unrest- your anxiety always seemed to spike to new highs when he left you to play a game. At first, you could find the odd excuse for your increased dread and lack of sleep; you’d eaten too much that night, or you’d gotten too much sleep the night before. Once, you managed to convince yourself that your heightened anxiety was caused by ghosts, malevalent entities wandering unseen throughout the hotel. What a night that’d been. But tonight, you could only sigh with the eventual acceptance that you were worried about him.

So far, you’d done a fairly good job at hiding your budding feelings for your mysterious…friend? Acquaintence? You still weren’t quite sure what to label it, especially now that your feelings were evolving again. But your discretion would only get you so far in this place, and you knew in your heart that the first person to figure them out would be the last one you wanted to know. He was clever that way, and just cruel enough to act on it.

“Why did it have to be you?” you found yourself murmuring aloud, the raspiness in your voice reflecting the weariness in your heart. Of the dozens of people residing at the Beach, you’d somehow managed to fall face-first into feelings for the one who was as likely to kill you as he was to even glance in your direction. It was a truth that you tried desperately to shove into the pits of your stomach, but it somehow burned its way out each time you allowed yourself to imagine, even for a second, that your feelings might be returned. He was colder than most people realized, and capable of betrayals that you’d rather not think about. You weren’t entirely convinced that he had emotions at all, so hoping for love felt as unobtainable as hoping to wake up tomorrow back in the real world.

Sighing once more, you shifted your position in bed for what must have been the millionth time that night. The air was hot and thick with humidity, but you found comfort in pulling the sheets up to cradle your face anyways. Besides, you’d long ago accepted that your insomnia had won its battle. What was a little more discomfort if it meant another distraction from him? At that thought, an abrupt but dull noise made you jerk your head in surprise. Turning your head to the door, you realized that it was a soft but persistent knocking.

You frowned at the realization, digging your hand under your pillow to pull out the letter-opener which you’d stashed weeks ago in precaution. Chishiya was not the only danger residing in these hallways. Slipping the blade into the pocket of some pajama shorts you’d smuggled, you took cautious steps toward the door. The knocking had since ceased, but the shadows peering from the crack at the bottom of the door were evidence of the person’s lingering presence. Hand still wrapped tightly around your weapon, you tentatively turned the doorknob and pulled it open just enough to peek through the opening.

In a kinder world, his presence may have been a sense of relief. But seeing Chishiya on the other side of the door, dark and tired eyes baring deeply into your own, you found your grip on the letter-opener tightening. You wished you could ignore the pull in your heart- the faint but throbbing glee at seeing him there, alive, before you. But feelings aside, you were still able to recognize him as the threat that he was. It was a moment before you found your words, instead watching him blankly for a few seconds more.

“Chishiya,” you whispered finally. Your eyebrows had furrowed, partly in confusion and partly in worry. “What are you doing here?”

He paused for a moment, and you could have sworn that you saw his eyes widen briefly. If they did, it was only for a split second. Instead, he gave you a slight tilt of his head in a strange greeting before lightly clearing his throat.

“Could I come in?” he asked. 

It didn’t escape you that he had evaded your question, but this was something that you found to be typical for the man. He wasn’t one to give away secrets easily, and for some strange reason, everything was a secret to him. You worried your lower lip between your teeth, considering his request. Sure, he had been in your room before, mostly to discuss strategies and tinker with the odd invention. But never before had he arrived so late, and never in such an odd state. 

Deciding eventually that it would be weird for him to kill you after being out so late in a game, you gave a small nod and opened the door wider. It didn’t seem lost on him that you’d been hesitant to accept his presence, and you knew from the slight uptick of his lips that this thought amused him. He had learned very quickly in your relationship that you didn’t fully trust him, and at times it seemed he admired you for it. And as you eyed the hands that he had stuffed, as usual, within his pockets, he pulled them out and waved them, empty, in the air. You relaxed slightly at the gesture, surprised he would even care to offer you that white flag.

“You?” he asked, eyeing your own pocket-stuffed hands. You cleared your throat awkwardly as you pulled them out, revealing the letter-opener for him to eye with an arched eyebrow. You gave him a glance as though to apologize, but he simply offered you a genuinely amused grin. “Smart,” he muttered, and it made your heart buzz. 

“Care to explain why you woke me up?” you said, forcing an accusatory tone to your voice. It rolled off of him like butter, and he blinked at you stupidly.

“You weren’t asleep,” he said simply. This time, it was your turn to arch a brow.

“Your eyes are too bright, and your voice too stable,” he offered. “I’ve seen you after you’ve just woken up, and this isn’t one of those times.”

Choosing not to entertain his usual cockiness, you decided instead to slump onto your bed, rubbing a shoulder and rolling your neck to relieve some tension.

“Okay, fine,” you said, giving him a glare to show your disapproval. Asleep or not, you were in no mood to be condescended. “Care to explain why you’ve bothered me while I’m trying to sleep?”

To your surprise, Chishiya once again hesitated before speaking. It was unlike him. Sure, he was a man of few words who liked to cherry-pick what he’d say before opening his mouth, but it was never due to hesitancy. If anything, his pauses were always timed to perfection to emphasize a point or increase tension. Now, it seemed…nervous. In fact, Chishiya overall seemed different from his usual self. Before, you had chocked his appearance up to his own fatigue. He must have just come back from his game, and you were sure that it had to have been a rough one given his late return. But now, you began to wonder if the crinkles beneath his eyes- the slight give in his stance- were due to something other than being tired. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost say that there was a pained look lying in the cracks of his cool expression.

Eventually the silence grew to an unbearable point of awkwardness, and you shifted slightly in your spot, increasing the amount of room beside you on the bed. Chishiya only stared at your movements as though unsure of what they meant. Giving a faint roll of your eyes, you patted next to you with one hand.

“Sit next to me?” you asked. It was a bold move, sure. And in a better-rested state, you’re sure it was one you’d have never made. But your mind was bogged with exhaustion, and your heart was too tired to put up a fight. So instead you waited patiently as the gears turned in his head to catch up with what you were asking of him. The moment realization hit him was painfully amusing and you cherished the look of surprise that overcame his features. To see him so defenseless…unmasked…it was a treat that made you almost thankful for your insomnia.

Wordlessly, Chishiya took careful steps before positioning himself beside you. His eyes were trained forward and away from your own in a deep focus, and for some reason it brought back the memory of when you’d found a snake in your garden as a child. ‘It’s more afraid of you than you are of it, you know!’ It had been difficult to believe your parents’ words then, but it resonated so clearly with you now.

“As much as I enjoy the silence, you know that you’ll have to tell me eventually, right?” you finally stated, words surprisingly gentle. You watched his eyes lower to the floor as he swallowed thickly. You wanted so dearly to be patient with him; it was in your nature to tend to wounded animals, and it was clear to you now that that was what he had come to you as. But this was different- he was unknown territory, even for you, and you were worried that if you didn’t seize this moment to explore this side of him, it would soon be gone forever. You were debating repeating your words or maybe even giving up altogether when he muttered something under his breath.

“What?” you asked him. His eyes were still glued to their place on your floor, body tense as though he were holding his breath.

“Can you…hold me?” he repeated louder this time.

You blinked at him once, twice, three times. Surely you’d misheard? Your breath was hitched in your throat, all thoughts suddenly abandoning your mind. Could this be a trick? Could he have really come to kill you, and this was just a strange way to make yourself vulnerable to him? Your heart raced as the possibilities flitted through your mind at lightning speeds, each one darker and more frightening. The whole thing was dizzying, and you wondered for a moment if you would ever recover. But, evil as he is, he decided to surprise you one last time that night.

“Please?” he asked. His eyes had swooped over to your own now, and the pleading look in them was enough to dispel each of your previous theories, one by one. Right now, it didn’t matter to you if it was a trick. Before you could even move to wrap your arms around him, your heart had decided it for you- right then, right there, your only goal was to cling to this moment. To cling to him- or at least this version of him that had somehow wound up at your door that night.

You found his body to still be stiff as you encompassed him with your own, but it began to relax with each passing breath. You hadn’t realized quite how tightly wound he’d been; from an outsider’s perspective, there had still been an ounce of composure to him. But now, you could feel how frail it all was. Not just him, but the him he wanted you and the rest of the world to see. With him in your arms, you realized now that it was all hanging by a thin string, dangling in the grasps of the Borderlands. With this realization, you held him a little tighter, nuzzling your face against his shoulder.

Your movements were deliberately slow, as you wanted to be sure he was comfortable. As new as you were to all of this, you knew that he had to have been even less experienced, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. But as the moments passed on, you were both able to relax enough to lie down and fully embrace one another. Your cheeks warmed when he eventually chose to pull you even more tightly to him, seeming to finally accept your presence in full. You returned the gesture by drawing small circles into his back with your palm, earning you the softest of sighs into your ear.

No more words were spoken that night, which was fine by you. Any desire you’d had for an explanation before was now long gone, replaced by the sole intention to comfort him. You didn’t know what internal wounds he possessed, but you wanted to tend to as many as you could, and you knew that whatever this was would likely disappear with the morning light. Instead, you continued to hold him through the night, feeling his breathing deepen once he finally slipped into dreams. And for the first time in your life, you said a silent ‘thank you’ to the insomnia which had plagued you earlier before drifting into your own slumber.

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! I took a long break from writing due to strep throat, but I think this is a nice way to ease myself back in. I'd really love to keep working with Chishiya's character, so if anyone has any ideas for future prompts, let me know! <3

[klaustozier]

professor's pet ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya is a master's student and is teaching at a college, everything seemed fine, until one of his students made a very pertinent comment on one of her papers. (or you ask chishiya to fuck you with your assignment)

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, sex in the classroom, daddy kink, chishiya wears glasses *-*, chishiya is 27 years old, begging, face and ass slapping, degradation kink, dirty talk, choking, oral (on both), big cock!chishiya (surprise surprise), pet names

word count: 2,4k

and another thing: so in brazil, we have a lot of college parties and sometimes some professors that are younger tend to go, idk if this happens everywhere else, but in here it can happen, it's not that common, but it can happen.

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Professor, aren't you going to the party on Friday?", you asked approaching the blonde man.

Chishiya was a master's student and was teaching classes to complete his workload. He had no problems with any class, but there was always some friendly conversation, because he was close in age to his students, especially to you, who was only two years younger than he. And Chishiya felt that you weren't just treating him as a friend, let alone asking that while the two of you were alone.

"You can call me Chishiya, miss", said the blonde smiling, "But I don't think I will."

"Why not?", you laughed, fiddling with the collar of the white dress shirt he was wearing, finding an excuse to touch him, even though he had checked if his collar was in place a few seconds ago.

"I have some tests and papers to grade", he explained with a sigh, "And I have my thesis to write."

"Ah, but just one day, Chishiya", you smiled, leaning over your high table, your breasts squeezing between the arms crossed on the table, you weren't wearing a low-cut shirt, but he could still see the bra lace marking on the black top, "Karube always shows up at parties."

"Because he doesn't give a fuck", he grumbled making you laugh, "And he doesn't need the scholarship so he doesn't mind that much."

You nodded, "Got it, got it."

"But why do you want me to go to a university party so badly?"

"Why can't I want to see my favorite professor at a party?", you pouted, blinking your pretty little eyes.

Chishiya smiled, looking very snarky, "Maybe one day I will show up, but it will be a surprise."

You smiled radiantly, "Deal", and took a deep breath, your breasts squeezing against the thin and tight blouse, "Just try to go to a party I go to, because otherwise the surprise won't work."

"Of course", agreed the eldest.

They said goodbye and you left, leaving Chishiya alone in the class, worried about his desire to respond to your advances, to talk to you the way he wanted and be malicious, but he had to control himself, he was still your professor.

However, things got more complicated when he went to grade one of your papers and noticed a very interesting sentence in the middle of your answers.

"You can stay after class, I need to talk to you about your work", whispered the oldest to you while the students were trying to solve one of the questions he had given them.

You looked at him smiling innocently, he just wanted to send everyone away and put you on your knees right there, but he needed to know if it was some very explicit joke or if you were taking the teasing to another level.

"What's wrong with my work, Chishiya?", you asked after everyone left, watching the blonde go to the door and close it.

"So…", he went to his desk, "come here", he asked calling you with his hand, adjusting his glasses and running his hand through his soft hair waiting for you to approach, getting your work from his bag, "Your work was perfect, until I got to this part here…", he sighed, "'Are you going to fuck me soon or do I have to beg on my knees?'. What does that mean?"

"That I got tired of being discreet", you grinned seeing him clench his jaw.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, leaning your elbows back on the table, resting your arms on the white wood and placing your breasts over them like you did last time, "Yeah… and what are you going to do about it?"

"Me?", he laughed wryly, "I won't do anything… you will", your eyebrows rose, "Now", Chishiya touched your delicate face and squeezed your chin, "kneel and beg."

"What?", you asked, surprised by the attitude.

"You heard", the blonde smiled leaning towards you, his face getting so dangerously close to yours, making you part your lips thinking you would be kissed, earning only a malicious laugh, "Kneel and beg."

Immediately you knelt down in front of the man, your hands going up his thighs, pulling him close, Chishiya looked at you with dark eyes, making you want to moan, "Please, Chishiya… please, I just want to be your little toy, I swear I will be good for you..."

The blonde smirked as he adjusted his glasses, his hand grabbing your chin again, "You will be good for me?", he repeated, making you nod, "I didn't see a good girl while you were running your hand over me or showing me your tits ", he said quietly, "You deserve to get punished for being such a fucking liar."

"I do, daddy."

He laughed evilly, "Daddy?", his big fingers slid across your face, he stopped his movements when you offered your face to him, "Slut", he laughed, slapping you in the face, making you gasp, "And what do you want daddy to do with a slut like you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me, daddy", he assured you, taking his hand to your face and sucked on his thumb.

Chishiya sighed, "Is your mouth as good to fuck as it looks?"

"You can fuck it if you want", you said, letting go of his thumb.

"Hm", he slapped you in the face again, "repeat that."

"You can fuck it if you want, daddy."

"Good girl", he smiled.

Chishiya's hand grabbed your neck, gently squeezing, pulling you up, his tongue licking your bottom lip, laughing softly as you thrust your tongue out of your mouth, seeking to rub your tongue on his, and he did what you wanted, licking your tongue calmly before finally kissing you.

One of your hands held his wrist as he choked you, his hand squeezing the sides of your neck, knocking all the air out of you with the reckless kiss. His tongue glided across yours without any restrain, being rough, making you whine softly.

"Did you want me to go to a party so you could humiliate yourself like that for me, baby girl?", asked the oldest.

"If you wanted, I would, daddy", you confessed.

"What a fucking slut", and he went back to kissing you.

You purred softly, your legs pressing together trying to relieve some of the throbbing in your pussy, not having much success. Your hands went to his thighs, moving up to his erection, squeezing it, whimpering softly at the feel of the bulge in your hand.

"You will destroy me", you whispered, separating your lips from his.

He chuckled, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table, "I will", he reached up and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of his briefs, his hand cupping the thick length and moving up and down, "Do you want to be destroyed, princess?"

"I do, daddy", you whispered, getting on your knees.

The blonde smirked and pulled your face close to his cock at the back of your neck, smiling when you stuck out your tongue, tapping his hard cock on your wet tongue, "You're so beautiful, baby girl."

You smiled, replaced his hand with yours and dipped his cock in your mouth, sighing softly as you felt the weight of the hard cock on your tongue, your head going back and forth, slowly at first to get used to it, but then it quickened the pace, your hand masturbating the length along with your mouth while your other hand massaged his balls.

Chishiya watched you intently, panting and moaning softly, sometimes when you licked the tip of his cock, his head would fall back. His strong fingers sliding through your hair as you enjoyed drooling on his cock and massaging his balls.

"Fuck", he whispered as he watched you lift your shirt and pull your breasts out of your bra, squeezing your nipples with one hand, "Who said you could touch yourself?"

You raised your teary eyes to him and took a deep breath taking his cock out of your mouth, "I'm sorry, daddy, I can't take it anymore… it hurts so much…"

"Oh… poor thing", he pouted, being ironic, "Stand up", he ordered being promptly obeyed.

His hands gripped your waist, pushed you against the wall behind them and kissed you as his fingers pinched your nipples, eliciting soft little whimpers from you, your hands gripping his arms and squeezing.

"Open your pants for me", he ordered.

You promptly obeyed, taking off your sneakers in a hurry and opening your jeans that were pushed to the floor by Chishiya, who kept licking and sucking your nipples.

Chishiya's hand went down your waist until it reached your panties, pulling it away from you, seeing how wet you were, "Oh…", and smiled, letting go of your breasts, "so wet."

His long fingers slipped into your panties, sliding easily with your pleasure, grinning as he took them out of the cloth and lifted them, making you stick out her tongue, wanting to lick them.

Chishiya smiled and brought his fingers to your lips, licking them next to you, tangling his tongue with yours before kissing you. The kiss was faster than you would have liked, but soon the blonde was kneeling on the floor, lowering your panties until they were off your feet, only to put it in his back pocket.

You whined in agony, your fingers threading through the soft blonde hair as his mouth began to devour your pussy. One of your legs was placed over his shoulder giving him room to lick you more comfortably. His tongue circled your clit before flattening it into your pussy while sucking your clit.

"Daddy", you moaned, your head hitting the wall as he slowly thrust two fingers inside you.

"Such a good pussy", he whispered, going back to licking you his fingers fucked you so roughly.

 While you moaned in despair, thinking you were going to fall, your legs shaking, the blonde smeared himself with your pleasure, his fingers going in and out of your tight pussy, licking every last centimeter he could. His dark eyes looked at you, watching you shiver and whimper.

You panted heavily, your body spasming slightly, one of your hands gripping his hair and the other squeezing his hand that held your thigh and you finally came in his mouth. Chishiya flattened his tongue across your pussy, taking long licks, lapping all the pleasure out of you, breathing calm as his mouth grew even more hungry.

"Daddy", you whimpered, "fuck me please…"

Chishiya pulled his face away from your pussy, the pleasure of you wetting his sweet face, little filets connecting his lips to you, "What do you want, baby girl?", he asked.

"I want you to fuck me…"

"How?"

"As a fucking slut deserves."

He smiled and stood up, "You are so cute", he complimented, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you towards his desk, leaving your back to him. Without warning, he slapped you on the ass, making you moan and budge at him, "So fucking hot."

"Daddy…"

The blonde pulled your hips so you stuck your ass out for him, sighing, he delivered another slap, his body leaning over yours, his hand grabbing your ass, "Has anyone ever fucked that ass, baby girl? "

"No, daddy", you whispered, your legs shaking as you felt the tip of his cock gently forcing its way in.

"Oh", he chuckled, his mouth got close to your ear, making you shiver, "I can't wait to stretch that little ass open."

"Please, daddy", you purred, whining as his cock continued to enter you, inch by inch, "make me all yours."

"I will, my little princess."

Chishiya moaned when he was all the way inside you, his body starting to move slowly, letting you get used to his size. Just as you were whimpering louder, begging to be fucked, he quickened his movements, holding you around the waist to help his movements, his balls slamming hard into your pussy.

"Fucking tight pussy", he said as he slapped your ass again, it was already getting so beautifully red.

The blonde grabbed you by the neck and pulled you back against his body, pulling your face to his, kissing you desperately, his hips thrusting without any mercy. You two moaned softly, trying to control yourselves, trying not to attract attention as the table swayed with their movements.

One of Chishiya's hands went to the front of your body, his fingers sliding over your clit, making you moan louder and cling to him tighter, squeezing his arm as his fingers quickly jerked you off.

You whimpered, your insides squeezing him, making him moan low, "Cum inside me, daddy, please", you whispered, feeling the orgasm consume you, "Please…"

Chishiya smiled, a motherfucker smile, "So the little slut likes to get full of cum?"

"A lot, daddy", you purred, still being fucked without any mercy.

"Good to know."

The blonde continued his precise movements, using you as a toy to get his own pleasure, thrusting while holding your hips making movements contrary to yours. A low, dark moan left his lips as he felt his orgasm approaching, you moaned feeling the hot cum spilling inside you.

The elder's movements were slowing down as he panted heavily, his hands slid through your hair and pulled you to kiss him while he straightened your shirt and your pants.

Upon breaking the kiss and finally being able to put on his own pants, you sighed, sitting on Chishiya's chair to put on your sneakers, "I think I need help with some exercises, sir Shuntaro."

"Do you want to stay after class for some lessons, baby girl?", he asked, chuckling when you nodded innocently, "I think one of those classes will have to be at my house."

"Wherever you want to fuck me-", you laughed feigning shyness and ran a hand through your hair, "I mean, wherever you want to teach me."

"You don't exist", he chuckled, giving you one last peck before you finally walked away.

A few hours later, he was alone in on his office when he got a video from you, a video where you were sitting in your car seat, showing your pussy, fucking it with your fingers, cum oozing over your skin, saying that you already missed him. He sighed, it would be a long semester ahead of him.

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[werelosingdaylight]

Turning Pages

Chishiya x GN!Reader

REQUESTED? Yes • [No]

WORD COUNT: 303

SUMMARY| It’s date night.

Adm Note: ALL readers are welcome!

You connected to the words that were perfectly printed along the page, ink staining through each side; the same way he had stained your heart with pretty words, until he filled every vein under your skin like a drug addiction that you didn't want to kick.

The flowers that used to lay wilted and withered at the bottom of your stomach had been reborn with stems of steel, getting stronger with each reassurance from him. They weaved through the cracks in your ribs and reminded you of why you're fighting to survive the hellish place you now called home.

It's because of him.

Shuntaro Chishiya.

You weren't sure when the invisible line of friendship, you used to dance on, had snapped; letting you free fall for hundreds of feet waiting for the impact of the ground that will never come. Instead being replaced by two arms covered by a white jacket.

But you wouldn't complain, it brought you to where you are now. Sitting wordlessly on the roof of the beach, hidden away from the piercing eyes of the mindless partiers below you. Drugs and alcohol flooding through their veins, a temporary escape from the threat of death looming over all of you daily.

The moonlight blessed the two of you, with kisses of light that made him glow so beautifully you would mistake him for an Angel. You sat on his right side, his arm rested comfortably around your waist; the warmth he radiated keeping you warm from the nightly chill that threatens to break your bubble of peace.

A book sat in your hands, him reading over your shoulder and pressing a mindless kiss to it every now and then to pull you back from your sea of thoughts. If every night was like this, you wouldn't mind staying in borderlands.

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//AIB, OC X CANON

These drawings are pretty old so sorry if they look bad (I love Album smmm)

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Scrubs

Dilf? Chishiya x reader (Hospital AU) [gn!reader] part 2

TW: mentions of broken bones

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Chishiya wasn't an idiot. Ofcourse he'd notice the head peeking from around the corner.

He raised his eyebrow at the little girl. Her excited smile confused him. But he took note of the cast on her arm.

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head,that bright smile remaining. He never was fond of kids. Not even a six year old could melt his cold exterior.

"Will you play with me?"

He frowned at that. He was one of the hospital's top surgeons and doctors,not a babysitter. "Who's your RN? Maybe they'll play with you"

"No!" the sudden stubbornness of the girl caught him off guard.

"Well I'm not playing with you. I have better things to do" he spoke coldly.

She sniffled before full out bursting into tears.

The man was stunned.

Crap.

"Shh,hey hey stop that"

He tried to soothe her but her sobs didn't stop until.. "I'll play with you. Please don't cry"

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You've known Chishiya for a while. If you had to describe him with one word it'd be apathetic.

So it surprised you to see the man in the pediatrition unit during his break time,playing tea party with one of your patients.

"More tea?"

"Uh sure" he muttered,in a slightly grumpy mood. Chishiya never expected that a kid could persuade him into something so ridiculous but somehow she did.

You cleared your throat,making your presence known. "Well this is just-"

"Don't" he grumbled with a stern look whilst 'drinking' the imaginary tea the kindergardener poured for him.

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Sfw-Alphabet

(English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct any mistakes you notice. Also I changed the alphabet a bit haha hope you like it anyways)

• Characters: Shuntaro Chishiya, fem!reader

• Genre: fluff, angst

• Warnings: slight mention of death

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Affection: (how do they show their love?)

In Borderland Chishiya can not take the risk to let his weak spots be visible. And his biggest weakness is you. But he tries to show you his love trough other things.

-He‘ll never breaks his promises towards you and tries his best to keep you safe.

-He is always somehow around you. Even tho if he only watches you from a distance.

-Pets your hair when you’re alone and seals his promises with a kiss on your forehead.

Beauty: (what they find especially attractive on you)

Your whole appearance. Not only does he thinks you’re beautiful, he also noticed real quick how smart you are and how well you deal with the situation you’re in.

Comfort: (how do they comfort you, how can you comfort them)

He won’t try to make you talk about it. If you want to okay, if you don’t thats fine too. He also won’t try to give you advice when he doesn’t know either what to do or say. But he will listen.

Chishiya needing comfort is rare and I don’t even know if it would even happen in the first place. But if he needed someone do the same he does. Listen and don’t pressure him to talk about it. Just give him the feeling you’re there for him.

Dreams: (how they imagine their future with you)

Chishiya mostly won’t allow himself to dream about a future with you but the few moments he let his thoughts slip he thinks about you two leaving borderland together, welded together because of what you had to go trough and trying to settle down, living a life thats as normal as possible.

Ending: (how would they break up with their partner/s)

Face to face and short.

„We’re breaking up“, and gone. He would just walk away and face his feelings as soon he’s alone.

Fight: (how are they during an argument)

Chishiya is always calm. He never yells or gets aggressive. Sometimes he can have a little attitude but only when you fight over something insignificant. He knows when to tone down his sarcasm.

Gentle: (how gentle are they?emotionally and physically)

He can come off as ruthless because he’s brutally honest with you but he would rather seem mean according to others than lying to you.

Physically he’s overall gentle. I’ll cover that in the nsfw alphabet post again 👀

Hugs: (do they like them? How often do they hug you? How do their hugs feel like)

Chishiya isn’t very touchy so mostly the hugs will come from you. At first he was a bit shy about it and only stood there and let it happen. But with time he warmed up to it and now hugs you back.

I don’t really know how I would describe a hug from Chishiya. A soothing and protecting feeling I think.

I Love You: (how fast they say the L-word)

He takes his time with these three words. He wants to tell you when you’re out of borderland or of one of you is about to die.

Not that you two don’t know about the feelings you have for each other but saying it out loud makes you completely acknowledge them. It would reveal the weakness you have for each other completely and would make you vulnerable.

Jealousy: (do they get jealous easily? How are they when they’re jealous?)

Chishiya doesn’t get jealous easily. He knows better than that. But if you really manage it to make him jealous: wtf did you do and especially why??

Kisses: (where they like to kiss you/get kissed? How are the kisses like)

He likes to kiss your forehead and head.

Please kiss him on the cheeks. This innocent, classy gesture will for sure have him melting.

He usually gives sweet little kisses. Not very sloppy or erotic.

Little Ones: (how are they around children? Do they want own children)

Chishiya tries to be gentle around children outside of borderland.

One day he surely wants to have children with his love <3

Marriage: (do they want to marry)

Short but clear: yes

Nicknames: (how do they call you)

He usually calls you by your name. But if he gives you a nickname I think it would be something like honey or hun.

Open: (do they open up fast? How much do they reveal)

It takes some time but not because he is afraid. He just doesn’t sees any use in it. But he will tell you here and there things about him.

Patience: (how easily angered are they)

It takes a lot to really make him mad.

Quizzes: (how much do they remember about you)

A lot. He cares and is interested in you after all.

Romantic: (do they like romance? Are they romantic)

Chishiya isn’t a romantic person and never will be. But that’s fine.

Security: (how protective are they? How do they protect you? How would you protect them)

He will do anything possible to protect you in borderland. He may not be the strongest but being one if the smartest compensates that fact. He would give you things to protect yourself with like a selfmade stungun or bomb.

Of course he is more than grateful when you protect or at least try to protect him but he doesn’t want you to pit yourself in danger for him and he will tell you that as soon as you two are sage again.

„You don’t need to protect me (y/n). Please don’t put yourself in unnecessary danger.“

Try: (how much effort would they put in dates, gifts, etc)

He isn’t the type of guy that puts his whole energy in dates in gifts but he still would make sure you enjoy it.

Ugly: (what are some bad habits of theirs)

-always giving mixed signals

-(outside if borderland) often leaves you on read or forgets to call you back

-when he eats biscuits he always leaves crumbs behind -.-

Vanity: (how concerned are they with their looks)

Not really concerned. In borderland there are more important things than your appearance and also he knows that you love him for more than just his looks.

Whole: (do they feel incomplete with you)

When he knows you’re alive - no.

Xtra: (random headcanon)

Loves to play cards and board games with you.

Yuck: (things they don’t like)

Messing around with him or obviously trying to make him jealous.

Zzz… (sleeping habits of them)

He sleeps just enough to be fit for the next day.

Sleeps on his back.