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angelseraphines · 19 days ago
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ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱
╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine
a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!
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˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.
˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.
˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”
˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.
˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.
˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.
˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.
˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.
˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.
˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.
˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.
˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.
˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.
˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.
˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”
˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.
˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.
˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.
˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.
˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.
˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.
˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.
˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.
˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.
˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”
˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”
˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”
˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.
˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.
˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.
˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.
˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.
˚ ༘♡ no.
˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.
˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”
˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.
˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.
˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.
˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”
˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. “what a shame. the weak ones survived.”
˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.
˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”
˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.
˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.
˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.
˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.
˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.
˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?
˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.
˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.
˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”
˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.
˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”
˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.
˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.
˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”
˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.
˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”
˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.
˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.
˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.
˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.
˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.
˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”
˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.
˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.
˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.
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a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍
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chishiyasleftnut · 10 months ago
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Hi everyone \(٥⁀▽⁀ )/This is another fic I wrote in the middle of the night, but I couldn't get the scenario out of my head haha. It's not smutty at all, but I want to experiment a bit with different genres. I hope you'll all like it! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
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🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Fluff w/ mild angst. Warnings: Minor existential dread, mentioning of abortions. Pairing: Dad!Chishiya x fem!reader.
Plot: After a long day at work, dad!Chishiya contemplates about his new role as a father. Is he even cut out for the job?
1140 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Chishiya had never seen himself as the father type. Perhaps it was the subconscious fear of becoming like his own father - distant and uncaring - that kept him from wilfully pursuing that path. However, despite his best efforts to prevent it, you had managed to accidentally become pregnant and he had had to come to terms with the scary reality of fatherhood. 
It wasn’t as bad as he thought. Sure, the little creature was awfully noisy and smelly at times, but he had to admit that she was also kinda cute. Did the positives outweigh the negatives? He wasn’t sure. But he knew he didn’t completely hate being a parent as much as he originally feared.
Luckily, Chishiya was earning enough money to secure you a long maternity leave, allowing you to bond well with your baby in a way Chishiya never would. He had accepted that and somewhat found peace with the fact that he wasn’t expected to be as close to the tiny being as you were. It was easier to handle having to accept that he was the secondary caregiver and not the primary.
Another benefit of his job were the long hours, which gave him a much-needed break from dealing with home life. He had always used his work as a coping mechanism to deal with every small, negative thing life threw at him, but it was only after becoming a dad that he realised that that’s what his own father did too. It scared him to admit that he shared more than just blood with the man who had been so distant his entire childhood. However, he tried to shake the feeling and convinced himself that he was taking extra shifts to afford your maternity leave. Mh, yes. That was 100% why.
Despite desperately seeking a sanction from the reality of his newfound status as a dad, a part of him was always looking forward to coming home. And so he did this night, stepping into your shared apartment, which was only lit up by the moon shining luminously through the big and modern windows. The apartment, which long ago had been only sparsely decorated (just as he liked it), was now covered in proof of your child’s existence; no matter where he looked, he saw baby toys, neatly folded onesies, and an array of pacifiers in every colour possible.
Trying his best to ignore the way his once tidy apartment had changed, he walked with tired steps through the apartment until he got to the master bedroom. Slowly, he opened the door, mindful of the way it creaked so as not to disturb you or the little human sleeping safely in her comfortable crib next to your bed.
For a while, he stood still in the doorway, examining the way you and your baby’s breathing were synchronised, as if you had become one with one another. Although he would never admit it, he envied you - envied the way you so easily let this helpless child into your heart and how you so naturally took care of her every need in a way that Chishiya couldn’t make sense of.
It was those quiet moments that assured him that you made the right choice in keeping the child. Of course you had discussed the possibility of getting an abortion, but now that your daughter was in front of you - living, breathing, feeling - neither of you would want it any other way. How silly of you two to even consider any other option, he thought with a small smile creeping up on his lips.
With gentle steps, he walked into the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him before approaching the bed. Despite how silent he was attempting to be, you regrettably woke up. He hated when he woke you up after a night shift - now more than ever. As a doctor, he was well aware of how desperately a new mother needed rest, and he hated taking that away from you for even a moment.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered while climbing into bed next to you, still dressed in his hospital scrubs. “It’s just me.”
By instinct, you turned around to examine the small child, unable to fall back to sleep yourself until you had assured her that she was safely asleep. Luckily, she was, her chest rising and falling at just the right speed. He admired your natural dedication to ensuring your offspring’s safety and comfort. It always looked like second nature to you; like you were never, not even when asleep, not aware of how your daughter was doing.
Chishiya moved to embrace you, hugging you from behind and burrowing his face into your neck, taking in your scent. And that’s when he realised that work wasn’t his sanctuary; this was. It wouldn’t be easy for him to rearrange his mindset, but he knew he had to try. While you had never complained, he was well aware of how much being the prime caretaker of a newborn was taking a toll on you. You never got a full night’s rest anymore, surviving on napping throughout the day whenever the baby miraculously fell asleep.
That would have to change, and he knew it. No, he not only knew it; he wanted it to change. He wanted to be a better father and partner than his own dad was, and that started with reducing his work hours.
“I’m taking next week off,” he mumbled into the small hairs on your neck, unsure if you were even awake and listening to him. If he was honest, he wasn’t even sure if the comment was directed at you or if he just needed to say it aloud to believe it himself.
To his surprise, you hummed and scooted even closer to him, gently affirming to him that you were listening. Perhaps tomorrow, when he inevitably has to repeat the very same sentence, he will get a more enthusiastic response.
He could only hope that you were just as excited about the new change as he was. Still, he hoped you were without the deep fear that was echoing through his entire being - the fear of failure, of not being good enough for the sweet, innocent baby that was laying just half a metre away from the two of you.
In the last seconds before he slipped into unconsciousness, Chishiya, for the first time, found peace in his new role as a father, coming to terms with the fear of not being enough for the almost doll-like little girl that lay peacefully so close to him.
After all, very few great things were accomplished without fear and worry, and there was no doubt in his mind that this truly was a great thing. He could and would change. The two of you had turned into three, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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marlenesluv · 1 month ago
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✧.*Masterlist - Alice In Borderland✧.*
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hi! welcome to my new masterlist for alice in borderland! below is an organized list of the characters i write for, their sections, and linked posts.
i will be starting off by just writing for chishiya shuntaro! keeping reading below for more info.
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
Chishiya Shuntaro:
smut:
-nothing yet
smau:
-nothing yet
series:
-nothing yet
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daidonzo · 2 years ago
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I keep scratching, but somehow I can't get in
part 1 │part 2 │part 3 │part 4
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'Break his legs so that he dies in the next game.'
'What the fuck?'
The words came out of your mouth, clear as water. A visceral reaction to hearing Aguni telling that to Niragi. He wished you hadn't said anything, because everyone in the group of militants behind him turned around to look at you. Not him, although he did move his head slightly so that he could observe you from the corner of his eye. His body, however, kept facing the two people he was harassing — a young man, thin and tall, with shoulder-length dark hair, and an athletic girl with a pretty face. He had played a game with both of them long ago, Five of Spades. Kuina, your friend, was also sitting beside them.
Aguni had told you. And he had to hope that you knew why he was doing this; it was not the first time something like this happened, and sooner or later Takeru would come to save the day and put Aguni in his place. It was a way for him to… what exact words had he used? Establish dominance.
You had gone to play a game that night. And that's why he had decided to do this today, to scare the newcomers, to put on this show. He hadn't expected you to return so soon. He was glad, of course. Glad you were alive, glad he would be able to stare at your big eyes and wake up by your side one more day. He could do it forever. He would, if it depended only on him.
But he didn't want you to see this. To see him like this.
'You're not breaking that guy's legs.'
Fake it until you make it, people said. And even if you weren't afraid of the man you shared a bed with every single night, you did find Niragi and Last Boss intimidating. You had mentioned it to Aguni, many times. The latter because… well, what kind of psycopath walked around hunched over with a katana? It was pretty self-explanatory.
'Thinking you are Pyramid Head from Silent Hill and actually living to it is enough to creep anyone out.' You had said one night you were both standing in The Beach's lobby, pretending to shiver just by thinking about it, using it as an excuse to seek refuge on his arms. Aguni wasn't sure who that person you had mentioned was, but he had wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
'He's not going to harm you.'
'Oh, I know. I have you to protect me.' You had then given him a quick kiss on the lips, not caring if anyone was watching.
Niragi you just found unpredictable, and Aguni had to agree that it was the most horrifying thing about him; the fact that no one ever knew what was going through his head. The big rifle resting on his shoulder he had seen him shoot a bit too many times didn't quite help.
It was him, Niragi, with his tacky shirt and piercings who walked in your direction, stopping mere centimeters away from you. You were taller than most women, but you still had to raise your head to be able to look at him in the eyes. Were you pretending not to be intimidated at all or were you really that courageous?
'Ah, are you jealous the boss wants a taste of the new girl?'
Aguni had to stop himself from grimacing when he heard that. He was angry, he was ashamed. Panic slithered up his throat, choking him. He swallowed, uncomfortable, the muscles on his neck standing out.
He couldn't see your reaction very well.
He could only hope those words hadn't felt like a punch straight to the stomach to you. They had to him.
'What is it, Niragi? Are you jealous that I'm the one sucking his dick and not you?' You replied. Always with a sharp, venomous tongue, and a quick response. Never afraid to hit below the belt, as long as it served your purpose. Your nails were digging into the palms of your hands, the only thing actually actually revealing your true feelings.
Niragi narrowed his eyes. Aguni could tell he was conflicted — you were under his protection, he had made that much clear. He had got you a new bracelet with a higher number, and a bigger and more comfortable room, with a bed that not even Hatter had dared to take away from you. It was not like you spent many nights there either way; you were usually at Aguni's room, only going to yours whenever you had an argument he didn't know how to solve, or turn into angry sex. Which was becoming less and less common as he got to know you better.
But even if you were Aguni's protégé, you had just insulted Niragi. In front of everyone. And that wasn't something he would let slide easily.
His free hand closed around your arm, pulling at you, bringing you so close to him your faces were nearly touching. Aguni clenched and unclenched his fists. His muscles were tense. He saw you looking in his direction. Were you asking him to intervene?
'You're lucky you're so good at it, or you would be dead now. You bitch.' Niragi's threat could be heard easily, even if he hadn't raised his voice over the volume of an angry whisper. That's how silent the rest of the world was.
You let out a bitter laugh, throwing your head back. It looked like you would spit in his face. Like you would slap his hand away. Aguni took a step towards you both when he heard Takeru's voice. Just as he knew he would, eventually.
'Is this a fight?'
'Back off, Hatter. This doesn't concern you.'
Niragi let go. You rubbed your upper arm, pink lines appearing where his hand had been holding you. You scowled at your aggressor, taking a couple of steps back, clumsy. Tatta, one of your friends, appeared and held you by your elbow to help you stabilize.
Aguni looked at you. He wanted to ask you something, anything. If you were okay, if you were hurt. He could tell from your face, your eyes, your tight lips, you were not happy. But what you were feeling exactly escaped him.
Takeru demanded his attention, refering to him by name.
'And who is the boss here, Aguni?'
The military man had missed the conversation that had just taken place between Niragi and Takeru. But anyone could have guessed what it was about.
He didn't have to pretend to be mad, because that's exactly how he was feeling. Furious, irritated. Crossed, that his friend kept doing this. That he had forced him to play this evil, mean character in front of you, even after Aguni had told him how much you meant to him. That he loved you, or was starting to. That you were much more to him than an occasional partner.
He just stared at Takeru.
'It's you. Isn't it?'
'Go take a shower.'
Aguni just left, after stealing a sideway glance at you. Hoping you would follow, begging you to. It seemed you knew him well by then, because that was exactly what you did.
You walked right behind him to his bedroom, closing the door once both of you were inside.
'What were you thinking!? What if Niragi had actually broken up that guy's legs!?'
'Are you okay? Did he hurt you?'
You looked surprised by his question. You lifted your arm, so that Aguni could see the marks Niragi's grip had left on it. He got closer to you, tentatively, almost scared, not wanting you to run off, as one would approach a street cat.
You didn't move.
'No, Aguni, I'm fine.' You finally whispered, your voice breaking when you pronounced his name.
Aguni had seen you fuming, full of wrath, even. Had seen you crying, yelling, screaming and shouting. But he had never seen you looking so sad, so miserable. He took you into his arms. It took a few seconds, but you hugged him back.
'I'm sorry.'
You didn't reply. You just buried your face in his chest. You didn't cry either. It made him feel worse, this lack of an emotional response. This apathy.
You let go after what seemed like an eternity, flashing him one of those crooked smiles of yours. One without much joy in it.
'You didn't mean any of that, right?'
'I didn't. Takeru…'
'I know, I know. Can I ask you something?'
'Anything.'
'Isn't he going too far? Chishiya showed me that container… where you guys drop the corpses. He told me Hatter had killed some of those men himself.'
Aguni couldn't lie to you, so he told you everything. He told you about Takeru becoming more and more deranged each passing day. About how he had found him doing exactly that, killing some of the residents of The Beach with his bare fists because they had hidden their cards from him.
He confessed how desperate he really was. How scared. He was losing his best friend, the only person who had been there for him through thick and thin. His ride or die. The person who meant the most to him in this world.
You listened. You nodded. You held him. You wiped the tear that run down his cheek. You whispered reassuring words. You kissed him.
You didn't say anything until you were sure he had finished.
'I'm here. You're not alone. I don't know how to fix this but… we are in this together, okay? We will find a way.'
'I love you.'
He couldn't help himself. The fact that you had used 'we' instead of 'you'… You hadn't said 'You will find a way'. You were a team. You would stick with him, just as he had told you that day at the pool.
You smiled your half grin before replying. This time, your eyes accompanied the gesture.
'I love you too.'
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'Let's leave The Beach.'
'Hm?'
You were nearly asleep, in Aguni's arms, your mane of hair all over his chest, his fingers tangled in it. You opened your eyes, rubbing at them with one of your hands. You yawned.
'Let's leave. You and I. Let's go away.'
'Aguni…' He adored the way you said his name. 'Do you really think that is a good idea? Can you at least sleep on it?'
'Will you come with me if I decide to leave?'
'Promise me you won't decide it now?'
'I promise.' He was convinced his opinion on the matter would be the same in the morning.
'Then yes. I'd go with you to the edge of the world.'
It was really that simple.
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niragisimp · 2 years ago
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The Pain Before (Niragi X Reader) Part 8
Part Seven, Part Nine, Series Masterlist
Your breath caught in your throat and Niragi locked his seemingly angered eyes into your own. You started to pull away before a hand wrapped around your waist, and you found yourself pressed into the side of the blonde. "She's busy right now." Without giving Niragi time to respond, Chishiya began walking with you past him, whispering into your ear to not look back. You could feel his Niragi's eyes on the two of you as you walked away, a small pain in your heart. You pushed the feeling aside-- though he did save your life, he was also a dangerous man with a loaded rifle.
Niragi seethed. He watched as you left with Chishiya, his anger beginning to spill out of him. He quickly hurried to his room, throwing the door open and throwing the nearest thing he could touch. He didn't bother to close the door, who would stop him? It wasn't long before his room looked like the aftermath of a police raid. Curtains ripped and thrown to the floor, his mattress lying sideways against the wall, the desk in the corner now on the floor in pieces.
"What the hell was that snake doing with her," his mind raced. "He shouldn't touch her. Nobody should ever touch her." He ran his hand through his hair, the tie that held it back long gone. He caught his reflection in the mirror briefly, filling himself with disgust. "I look like I did, back then. Almost," he sneered at his own thoughts, kicking the bathroom door fully open to give himself a good once over. He could see his tongue piercing pressed against his cheek, but other than the rest of his piercings, he did still look the same.
His hair had gotten a bit longer, and his eyes had a more dangerous look in them. He didn't look at himself much these days, there wasn't really a need to. He was feared and left alone by pretty much everyone but the women at the Beach, or Aguni if he got a little too out of hand. He took a deep breath, running his hand through his raven hair. His mind wouldn't get those thoughts of out his head, no matter what he tried to do. It just kept going back to that day. 
The rain kept pouring, running the blood from his nose down into his shirt. Nobody looked at him, and even if they did, they didn't stop to help. His ribs hurt every time he took a step in front of him, the ache spreading throughout his body. His knee must've gotten scrapped when he tried to stand at one point, the rain stung when it struck him through the hole in his now ripped pants. Part of him wanted to wipe the rain from his cracked glasses, the other too tired to care. He kept remembering that girl.
She had on the same uniform as his school requires, but he couldn't say he recalled ever having seen her before. She wasn't in any of his classes, nor at lunch. He closed the door behind him, sighing as the dark empty house greeted him once again. He threw his shoes to the ground, pulling himself up the stairs and into his room. He collapsed on his bed, his soaked uniform still clinging to him.
"She was beautiful," he thought to himself in the dark, "I hope she got home safely," his face was buried in his pillow, but he could still feel his cheeks heat up. He thought himself something of a savior almost, like what he did had made a difference. If he wasn't in that alley, if that girl didn't run into him, would Haru have had his way with her? "She was clearly in distress," he thought, recalling her torn shirt, her makeup running and her eyes puffy. "Whatever happens to her," he continued, his mind drifting off to sleep, "I hope she gets to smile again."
Chishiya sat on the bed with you, almost uncomfortably close. The silence went on for what felt like forever, but it didn't bother you much. You couldn't imagine it bothered Chishiya either, for that matter.
"Are you alright?" You nodded your head, looking down at your bruised hands. "Spades?" You nodded again, turning your hands over to get a better look at them. "You know, your finger might be broken. You should see Ann." He stared at you for a minute before placing his arm around you and patting your arm awkwardly. You tried to hold back a laugh as you looked up at him, "You're really bad at this, you know?" He steals a quick glance before almost smiling. "Just make sure you keep yourself alive."
You frowned and looked back down at your hands, one looking much better than the other. "Why do that when I can just inadvertently rely on a madman with a gun to save me all the time..."
"The world needs more smiles like yours." You gasped, not getting a moment to process as his hand found its way to your hair, ruffling it to your dismay. "W-what the, how do you like it!" You said rhetorically, instantly going to do the same with his. He laughed, surprising you. He wasn't a man that showed emotion often. He grabbed your hand, still in his hair, and gingerly placed it by your side. 
"It'll be over soon, I think."
You tilt your head to look at him, "What do you mean? Are you going to take the--"
He keeps his gaze forward, a coy smile starting on his lips. "Trust me," he stands before giving you a chance to probe him further, "I have to get back. Kuina is waiting for me."
You nod in understanding, hearing him walk towards the door. "And (Y/N)?" You turn to look at him, "Yeah?"
You watch as he smiles looking at you, "Try to smile. It's good for the atmosphere." He shoots you an awkward wink that causes you to laugh, and to your surprise, he laughs back. You gather yourself and make your way to the bathroom, eager to scrub the sweat off yourself. "Be seeing you and Kuina tomorrow?" as you walk into the bathroom. You hear him respond with a light hum in agreement as moments later the door opens and closes, leaving you alone at last.
Aguni sighed, looking into the room. If it wasn't for Niragi sitting in the center on the floor, rifle in hand, Aguni might've questioned what had happened. He knocked on the open door with the back of his hand, "Hey." When Niragi kept his eyes forward not responding, he continued, "Go cool off. They have to fix the room." He stepped back when Niragi stood up, clutching his rifle to his side.
He remained silent as he walked out of his room, his jaw still clenched. Almost instinctively he made way for (Y/N)'s room, almost running down the stairs to your floor. He almost threw the door open, pushing his pace around the corner. Niragi stopped himself in his tracks when he saw what was ahead of him; Chishiya closing your door, hoodie unzipped, hair unkempt with a coy smile plastered on his face. He eyed Niragi from down the hall, giving him an almost "Gothca" look before turning his heel and heading in the opposite direction.
Niragi contemplated following him for a moment, his judgment clouded over with, envy perhaps; or maybe it was jealousy. Regardless, he didn't care for the feeling. He took a breath as he remained focused on your door, heading forward. 
He rushes into your room, not bothering to knock. He heard your surprise in the bathroom, rushing out still in your bathing suit. You couldn't help but be surprised when you saw Niragi standing in your room, rifle at his side. "W-what're you doing in here?"
Niragi looked you over, taking note of the bruises on your hands and legs. He began to feel his heart quicken as you looked at him questioningly, "I... I, just... Just, sit down!" He yelled. You jumped a bit at his tone and sat as he asked, keeping your head high enough to watch him as he started pacing in front of you. "I still need to talk to you!" You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, not that it helped much. The sweat on your palms was already enough to tell you that you were uneasy.
Looking down, Niragi saw your bruised hands begin to shake. He quickly took your chair from the provided desk and sat in front of you, his arms resting on his knees as he leaned forward to face you. The two of you sat like that for more than a moment before Niragi started to speak, "Why was Chishiya in here?"
You took a deep breath to answer, "The same reason you're in here, to talk." You kept your head down low, wondering how far your not-so-brave face could carry you at the Beach. You could hear him scoff, "Yeah, people always come out of a talk looking like that." He nodded to your still-ruffled hair causing a gasp to escape, your bruised hands hurrying to fix it.
The urge to defend Chishiya gave you a bit of courage, real courage, something you weren't used to in this place. "Maybe some people are actually nice--" Niragi brought your face up to meet his and held your chin in between his fingers, his voice stern. "Why're you still wearing that?" You could feel the blood drain out of your face, your mind rushing back to nights prior when Niragi threw you out of his room.
Your lips suddenly felt dry and your throat feeling hoarse. "I-I, this... This is the dress c-code--" He cuts you off, nodding to your dresser, "No. I mean, why haven't you been wearing it?" You find yourself tilting your head cautiously, glancing over, "But... There's nothing in there, but my spare top..." He let go of your face, his hand dropping to his knee as he stood abruptly, walking over to your dresser. You leaned back to see past his back as he opened the second drawer, pulling a familiar piece of clothing out and tossing it at you.
The material was soft, like silk almost. Without realizing it, you had clutched the shirt in your hands, your fingers carefully going over the patterns, relishing in the softness. This place may pose as a paradise, but no bedspread you ever felt could compare to this velvety touch. Your mind snapped back to reality as you realized Niragi was standing in front of you, looking down at you with unfamiliar eyes.
"Um... Didn't you say to give this back?" You felt yourself become awash with shame, trying to remember the comfort Kuina gave you when you told her what happened that night. "It wasn't my fault," you echoed in your mind, trying to calm yourself.
Niragi could feel his shoulders tense up as the words flowed from your lips. He tried not to look at them, tried not to make you uneasy, but it seemed he just had that effect on people these days. His body moved faster than he wanted it to, leaning over the bed and seemingly trapping you between his arms as you held yourself up on your arm. He watched your eyes as his hair fell down, almost touching your face; everything he wanted to say to you vanishing into thin air.
Your eyes stared as his own darted from one of yours to the other, seemingly trying to find something. His eyes rested on your lips as they started shaking, your mind racing with uncertainties. Niragi gently placed his hand under your chin, almost tracing your jawline with his thumb. "Wear the shirt. I won't ask again." His voice was lower than you've ever heard it, and it oddly reminded you of a sweet honey. He pushed himself off the bed and away from you, eyeing your hand with the shirt still clutched in your fist.
Niragi didn't say another word and he left you in your room, looking back at you briefly as he closed the door gently. You let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart almost pounding through your chest. You looked at the shirt in your hands with confusion, "When was he in my room?" You remembered Chishiya surprising you in your room two days ago, with a message. "Niragi was in here earlier. He seemed to be carrying something with him, but he didn't leave with it. How strange is that?"
You sat in the dark for a while, contemplating the last week. Life wasn't easy, but it was easier surviving on your own than at the Beach. You had barely ever talked to anyone, let alone casually bunked with a little over a hundred other people. You couldn't help but humor your heart a bit as it pained you gently from inside your chest, wondering what could've caused such a reaction. Maybe it was the thought of leaving Kuina and Chishiya? That didn't feel right, but it was the only logical reason you could think of.
The bed engulfed you as you lay down, your hands beginning to throb after your hot shower. You let yourself relax for a bit, soaking in the warmth of your surroundings. Your eyelids began to get heavier as time loomed on, something you graciously accepted. You did begin to wonder though, as your mind spun its wheels, why you couldn't stop thinking about Niragi in your room earlier.
He looked so familiar in a weird way, so gentle. You brushed it off as your mind playing a trick on you, but your memory backed it every step of the way. His voice, the way his hair fell. It all seemed so familiar, yet so distant. You didn't have much time to contemplate these rising thoughts, as sleep pulled you into her grasp, and left you to wonder for another day.
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jack-of-all-trades-21 · 1 year ago
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Additional protagonist starterpack
The only thing that I will forcibly cram into my busy school life is writing for AIB so that is this. I came up with two short stories that both have in common that they basically give potential for extra characters to live in the same universe, both failing a bit in their heroic ways. I will link the second one here as well.
i. "Zookeeper'' ii. Sniper on the rooftop
I'm still walking with this limp from the last game. What happened there is not something I processed yet, not sure I will. The dragging noise along this gravel is starting to make me nervous. Am I drawing attention to myself? Would that even matter?
In the hopes of reducing all crunching sound I try to lift my leg up higher from the ground, more higher than I would like, each time I do pain shoots up all the way to my hip. It's as I can feel my nerves as small strings that are not laying in the right spot on their bones.
It will go away in a couple days I'm sure.
Some strings just have to click back in their place. As long as I keep moving everything it should be ok.
It's also my fault. If I hadn't tripped I would still be completely vital. Though I should be lucky to even be alive. It doesn't happen often that someone survives a game after making a mistake, or a literal slip-up in this case.
I've seen it before. This place emitted a lot of light in ways that it would almost passes as a game arena. I can recall that one time that I was frantically searching in this stupid place for a new arena because I had been stupid enough to let all my visa run out. That and also just staying in a shit shelter location.
I've learned a lot since then. More understanding of the game types, I've started to understand what kind of people have certain intentions within each game. But because of that there's also this thing spooking through my mind that I didn't slip at all and that another player might have done something to throw me off.
I guess it's somewhat ironic that I've returned here. Not that it is even on purpose, but.. ah, I really don't know where I'm going with this. It doesn't matter anyways. Now that I am here for the second time I've got some different ideas.
I'm frantic. I'm just frantic and stupid and I should just find a place to sleep. But I like to self-sabotage my own ways. Instead of doing something that could actually support my survival, I'm prancing around the edges of this zoo I've never been to my entire life.
My stupid urges are what's going to get me killed, and it's not even in a game. No fair environment with set rules, but from the shit world around it.
Would that be entertaining to watch? If anyone is watching, would they find it amusing that for once, the incredibly basic player that always 'plays it safe' that they had to follow around, is finally doing something which is going to give them a raise? Will they make their boss proud? Will I be on TV as the most useless player in this entire show?
I genuinely don't even know where I would start. Sure, finding the entrance is something I can do. But now I've set foot in this park and I feel like I have no plan to begin with. Being honest to myself though, you have been like that this the entire time, maybe even before being send here. Oh silly me.
Just think for one moment. Enclosures are most likely powered by electricity, which is very much non-available. So with cage doors and other things that make up the enclosures not working, what would make me think that the animals residing in them would stay? Not only that, where they even here at the very start of the so called creation of this world? There's no animals in this zoo. And I can't play the beautiful savior that dramatically unleashes them from their cages.
At least I didn't foolishly killed myself in the process. Can you even imagine? I open the cage of one of the felines, and they start chasing me as a 'thank you'.
I guess I'll walk back to my old hiding spot. It couldn't hurt staying there for one more night. I at least got to enjoy the pretty lights here, that's fun I guess.
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sweetfawngrl · 5 months ago
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❝𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋!❞  ᯓ★
ー he saves you so you give him head as a thank youuu~~!
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pairing ;; chishiya x f! reader
content ;; smut, petnames, praise, hair pulling/tugging,, uuhhh idk. dick. yes.
note ;; i’m so fucking horny for chishiya omG. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WATCHING AIB (10/6/24) IM SORRY IM LATEE.. also this is my first uhhh post evevrvrrrr :))))))) thehrheh this is mostly a test and people are probably not gonna read this sooooo~~~ ^_^
also i’m sso in love with nijro and i’m sooooo happy he’s doing better now oml bae had me so stressed i had to redownload tikcock to fucking find updates on him. he’s still my bbg okay idfc what he looks like rn he’s my princess. 。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。 
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♤ after he saved your life in a game you had no idea on how to play, you had to repay him. so you couldn’t wait any longer the moment you both arrived at beach and into a room. 
you drag him towards the bed and push it him down from his shoulders, he didn’t even have time to react. just a small gasp and a unchanging expression with his eyebrows slightly raised.
“nngh right there dear…nnfh…” chishiya whispered breathlessly, you continue to bop your head up and down, looking up at him as he covered his face with his forearm. “gonna make me cum already baby..” he whimpered, his hand gripping the edge of the bed. “..’ust like that.” his head throwing back a bit. 
your pretty mouth licking him off, your hands on his knees. humming and moaning softly on his cock. he’s mostly quiet besides his quiet groans. “mmh, mmff—ggghhn” you gag, trying to continue going fast. the blood splatters on him really added that bit of spice to his now flustered expression.
“shit—! mmgh…” he murmured, “fuck, keep going,” he couldn’t help himself, you felt so good around his dick, your tongue wrapped sloppily. it’s like you’ve been waiting for this moment the entire time. his hips thrusting up, needing to chase that sweet high. 
“slow down, yyeah?” his hand suddenly on your head and pushing you down, he lightly tugs on your hair. he wanted you to slow down but you just kept speeding up. his body twitching a little, he was becoming louder. his breathing became more shaky and now both of his hands on your head, pushing down and also tugging. “gonna-…shit- gonna…” 
you had to make to make him finish, moving more faster. he couldn’t even get words out from your fast pace. 
“gonna—nnghh!” 
oh, how good he felt, pushing your head down as your eyes roll back. savoring him. he gasps and finally let’s go of you. he pants softly and gives his usual smug grin. “you’re so good..” his cum spilling in your mouth and down your throat, you promised yourself to swallow everything, not to waste a single drop. 
‘thank you for this delicious meal’ you thought as you looked up at him with your big doe eyes that were filled with tears. you swore to make him feel good as payment for your stupidness in a life or death game.
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dawg ermmm idk how i did i hope i was decent enoighhhh….arghhhkkk
also i wrote this and edited the borders and pictures and shit while watching white chicks and mall cop with my dad 🫡🫡 idk what else to add LMFAOOOO ik it’s short it’s my first time guyssss please i’m a virgin 😓😓😓😓😓 (/hj)
ALSO!!!!! IMPORTANT NOTE!!
this prompt…idea…??? shit?? was inspired by @//aliceinborderlandsquidgame ‘s Reward - AIB Boys HCS IT WAS GOOD I LOVED UTTT OMGG!!!1!1!1!1!1!!1 anywyd yes yeses i’m not original like fuck me idc but half of this credit/idea goes to them!! it’s linked so please check them out!!
anyhow thank youuu for reading!! please reblog?? like? idk how this shit works kk byebye love uu
ー brckendollette ♡
(10/9/24)
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yois2aki · 10 months ago
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𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹
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CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)
SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.
WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
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"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"
 
it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.
 
too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.
 
"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.
 
"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."
 
"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"
 
and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."
 
"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.
 
you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.
 
"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.
 
you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.
 
as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.
 
"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"
 
you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.
 
"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."
 
"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."
 
"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.
 
a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.
 
"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"
 
even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.
 
"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.
 
he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.
 
"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.
 
"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"
 
chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.
 
"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"
 
at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."
 
"huh?!"
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A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!
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realisticjupiter · 10 months ago
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HEYHIHIHEYHELLLO <33333
Ahem-well. How would Chishiya and Niragi (optional) react to a reader who's really quiet in bed? Like no moans, very shy and doesn't want him to hear them. Thinking that they're embarrassing.
Feel free to reject if it's too much
-𓆉anon77
HEADCANONS: CHISHIYA & NIRAGI
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summary: chishiya & niragi's reaction to quiet in bed fem!reader.
a/n: people hating dori for playing niragi just means he's a great actor. thank you for requesting again<3
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CHISHIYA he wouldn't really mind you being quiet. In fact he most prefers it. As long as you show your enjoyment in other ways; like your body language and facial expressions he wouldn't even think twice.
He'd definitely overhear others on the beach about the subject. Maybe a guy bragging about how loud his girl is in bed.
At first he thought it was different for everyone, but he quickly put the two and two together when he could recall the moments you'd stop yourself from even making the slightest noise.
And when he asks you about it, as nonchalant as he is, he still assures you that it shouldn't be embarrassing.
Then he'd start listing off the female anatomy, and the psychological reasonings behind every noise.
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NIRAGI was confused at first. You not making much noise definitely bruised his ego, making him think he wasn't good enough for you.
Every time you'd try again you'd notice how he'd try different things. Going faster, harder, and switching between different methods of dirty talk just to get a noise out of you.
He'd definitely urge you to make noise, to tell him just how much you like it. You'd definitely try, but you wouldn't help how embarrassed it made you feel.
He finally has enough and eventually gives up. Giving this entire speech of how 'he just must not be good enough for you'.
You assure him and finally explain why you aren't as loud, causing him to feel like a bigger idiot than he always had been.
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reposts and comments are appreciated <3
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faustiantales · 9 months ago
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𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐
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Dark Descent: Shuntaro Chishiya X fem/afab!Reader
Twisted Truths: incest, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting, creampie, pet names
Synopsis: As Shuntaro was studying late in the night, a certain person came in search of his help. And that person is none other than his sweet, little sister.
Shadows Lengthen: 1.8k words
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        "Oniichan..."
        A needy whimper filled the blonde man's ears, pausing his study to glance at the person who entered his room in the middle of the night. There, standing by the entrance was his beloved little sister. Her face was scrunched up in dissatisfaction, a frown settled on her lips and her eyebrows creased slightly.
        Shuntaro turned his swivel chair to face her, dropping his reading glasses on the desk. "Come here."
        Right away, the girl waddled to her older brother. As if on instinct, she climbed on top of him on the chair, legs on either side as she sat on his lap, facing him. The man's lips curved up, resting his hands on her hips while staring up at her.
        "What's the matter, sweetie?" he cooed, leaning up to plant a short kiss on her lips. It wasn't long before another one followed it. He continued like this for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of his sister's soft skin under his touch as he kissed her.
        Once she pulled away, he stared back at her with an expectant expression. She looked down at him, still pouting, but her eyes had softened from their initial irritation. "I'm wet and tingly."
        "Is that so?" he hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkled up with amusement. "And what does this have anything to do with me?"
        It took only a split second for Shuntaro to catch a glimpse of his sister's reddening cheeks. His expression shifted to be one of delight, and he let out a chuckle. With a swift movement, his fingers lifted the white nightdress that covered her lower half. And just like she said, her underwear was stained with wetness that can barely seen in the dim lighting of the room.
        He chuckled again at the sight, letting his hand drift down her sides to rest on the exposed expanse of her stomach. She blushed harder, her eyes widening slightly when Shuntaro's hand trailed lower. Then, just as she had expected, his slender digits pressed against her core, feeling the wetness against the fabric.
        "Onii...chan..." she mewled, instinctively pushing against his finger for more friction. That didn't stop his fingers from pressing even harder into the slick wetness between her legs, teasingly rubbing the tip of his index finger inside. She moaned softly, her eyes slipping shut. "Please..."
        He smiled smugly at the sound of her beg, knowing full well that he could use that to get her going. When she started begging, it was hard not to comply; she was too beautiful to deny. So Shuntaro did exactly what she asked. Without warning, his fingers slid inside of her, his digit sliding against her slit.
        She arched into his hand, a loud groan escaping her throat. Shuntaro couldn't resist the urge to add another finger inside, now massaging the already wet place that made her squirm beneath his fingers.
        "Does this feel good to you?" he whispered, moving his hand away from her core to cup her chin. "Are you excited?"
        His question seemed to answer her need to climax and she nodded enthusiastically, opening her mouth to let out a high-pitched moan as his fingers slipped deeper. Shuntaro smirked at the sight, his tongue darting out to lick his lips slowly. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He loved the way she tasted — salty and sweet.
        After several minutes of making out with his sister, he broke away. She looked like she was about ready to burst; her breathing was ragged and her eyes were glazed over with lustful desire. Her skin flushed red from her arousal and Shuntaro knew that there would be bruises in the morning. The thought gave him an evil pleasure.
        "Good," he murmured in approval, stroking her cheeks. She smiled sleepily at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You want more, don't you? How about giving your Oniichan a midnight snack before I indulge myself fully? I need a break from studies, after all."
        Regaining her energy, the girl nodded excitedly and jumped off him. She went straight to his bed and prepared pillows. Then, she settled by the edge of the bed, her nightgown hiked up until her bare breast and she removed her wet undergarment, leaving nothing but her pink, fluffy, folds waiting to be devoured. Shuntaro watched fondly as the girl spread her legs open wider, baring her smooth inner thighs to his hungry gaze.
        "Such a beautiful thing for me," he marveled, walking closer to inspect her cunt. The traces of slickness left behind on her inner thigh caused a delicious shiver to run through his body, one that made his cock twitch with longing for his little sister to be pleasured.
        He knelt in front of her core, inhaling the sweet scent coming from it as his hands caressed her silky soft skin. He leaned forward, kissed her swollen clit, and licked the rim of her vagina before licking his lips clean. He closed his eyes and savored her sweetness, humming contently.
        Shuntaro opened his mouth to swallow down the small piece of flesh in his mouth, biting lightly to tease her. He then gently sucked the sensitive area, making sure to leave enough saliva and juices on the surface. The girl bit her lip, allowing him to consume her. She let out a low moan, which spurred Shuntaro to continue.
        He continued to play with her until she reached her peak, and then Shuntaro moved on to her clit. This time, he flicked his tongue around her sensitive clit, teasing the tight bud repeatedly until it became so sensitive that it throbbed in response. At some point, Shuntaro's tongue also traveled between her labia and rubbed the swollen flesh in circles, causing her to bite down on her lower lip in pleasure.
        "O-oniichan! Gonna cum!" she mewled, arching her back in pure pleasure. Her orgasm came almost immediately, and he grinned.
        "Did I please you, precious?" he asked, pulling back slightly and licking the juices coating her rim with satisfaction.
        "Mhm," she managed to nod despite heavy breaths, her glazed-over hues still fixated on her older brother's movements.
        "I think it's time for the main course."
        Shuntaro smirked, his eyes narrowing while he made quick movements to remove his loose pants and underwear. His younger sister watched as his dick was released from its confines and the tip of it glistened in anticipation. She bit her lip, her gaze following the erection, the head glistening in the dim light.
        A blush formed on her cheeks as Shuntaro approached her, bending down slightly so that their faces were level. Inhaling deeply, he brushed her lips with his own and began kissing her hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep into her moist mouth to make up for the lack of a proper kiss earlier.
        He pushed himself into her slowly, savoring the feel of her warmth. Wanton moans escaped his sister's precious lips, which he devoured with his needy kiss. He kept his rhythm slow as he pumped himself inside his sister, the sounds of their panting filling his dark room. Their tongues danced together feverishly in a sensual dance; soon their breathing grew heavy, but they ignored any discomfort they may have felt at that moment in time.
        "So...tight... So...warm... So perfect..." he pulled away for a breather from their passionate kiss, his hips keeping a steady rhythm.
        Squelches from their lovemaking reverberated around the room, and the pleasure was building rapidly. The way his dick stretched her insides, the way he fucked her with such force and urgency, Shuntaro had never done something like this with anyone else but always had the best sex with his sister. His cock hardened further and his face scrunched up in pleasure. The longer he buried himself inside of his sister, the faster and deeper he thrust into her, increasing his pace each time.
        His fingers curled around her breast and squeezed, bringing forth a soft cry from his sister. He continued to pump his member deep inside of her, the feeling of his hot girth stretching her insides causing her muscles to tighten around him.
        Shuntaro continued to fuck her, his mouth moving from her breasts to nip the curve of her neck as his finger worked her nipples while the other one held her hip steady. Her moans turned into whimpers as her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into them. The smell of the sweat clinging to the sheets mingling with the lingering scent of her arousal filled the air.
        "C'mere, baby," he ushered, his lips finding their way back to hers. They locked into another steamy make-out session, the older Chishiya gobbling the younger's cries of pleasure, their saliva dripping down their chin.
        Soon Shuntaro found a good rhythm, slamming into her and continuing to drive himself home without breaking their kiss. He couldn't help but smirk proudly at the noises she uttered—how she completely melted in his arms and clutched his shoulders desperately, how she cried out when her orgasm hit her, the fact that she couldn't control herself and her voice grew louder.
        As he reached his peak, Shuntaro stilled inside her, his cum shooting out rope after rope inside her warm womb. His hand pressed against her lower abdomen as he then rolled his hips to ride out the afterglow, leaving his sister gasping for air at the overstimulation and pleasure.
        "A-ah! Oniichan! No more!" she begged, her entire body spasming. But her words came out a little muffled, as she struggled to breathe.
        Chuckling softly, he took his hand from her stomach and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her cheekbone tenderly. Shuntaro then bent down and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. Despite wanting to have another round, the blonde man heeded his sister's words. After all, he still needed to resume his studies and the girl needed to return to sleep this late at night.
        "Did you enjoy it, sweetheart? That helped with your problem, right?" he cooed softly, pulling out his cock from her wet entrance and watching as the mixture of their cum pooled out beneath her. Shuntaro smirked as he glanced at the stain.
        "Mhm..." she breathed dreamily, her eyes fluttering shut as he wiped the sticky liquid from her inner walls. Once again, she rested on the pillows, resting comfortably and closing her eyes. "Thank you...Oniichan... Love you..."
        "Rest now, my little sister. I love you too," he whispered tenderly, pressing his lips against her temple affectionately. He gazed lovingly at her before cleaning her up and tucking her in his bed for the night.
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xbuu · 3 days ago
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Jack of Hearts game! Chishiya x Fem! Reader
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You've been stressed in the last few rounds of the Jack of Hearts game, so Chishiya decides it's time to help you relax.
Content: Fluffy smut, teasing, slight exhibitionist kink, jacket stays on during sex.
Word count: ~1.4k
a/n: i have a ton of fics to post already (3) but I'm scared of posting them all at the same time in case i run out of inspiration and don't post anything for a while so I'm really spacing them out. also got my first ask a few days ago so I'm working on it anon!!
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"Are you sure they won't hear?" You bite your lip, hesitantly wrapping your hands around his neck while your right leg bounces nervously.
"Sure." But his answer doesn't do much to calm your nerves. You know he'd take you anywhere, regardless of who could hear. His arms wrap around your waist and lift you on top of the dusty plastic table. It'd do, at least until you got out of the game.
A small, dark storage closet wasn't the most romantic spot, but he had grabbed your hand after the tenth round was over and guided you to the furthest away room he could find.
It's been a few long hours, and with the remaining contestants all having another person they could trust, the game had proven hard to break. He'd just have to break you, in the meantime.
His hands fly to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping and throwing them away in a blink of your eyes. Your hands fly to his pants, but you're considerably slower than usual, your mind still wrapped around the details of the game, the players, the rules, how to—
"Don't think." He stops you with a call of your name. "Let me worry about that. For now, I want your attention on me." He slips off his pants himself with that awfully sexy smirk. Oh.
You give him an uncertain, anxious smile, and you cup his face and lean in to get lost on his lips. He's a great kisser. An amazing kisser. And as his tongue sneaks into your mouth you forget everything about the game.
He doesn't let you dwell on anything for too long. He's already pushing into you, unzipping your skimpy shorts and pushing your panties to the side, while your tongue remains wrapped around his. You're so used to his cock it feels like getting home whenever he pushes inside of you.
The moans you produce are swallowed by him until you weakly push him away, gulping in a breath and throwing your head back. He lets his head get pushed back, though he doesn't pull his strong grip of your hips away, pushing slowly to help you get used to his cock. He isn't the girthiest, but he's long.
"I'll have to make this quick, won't I?" You're too busy getting dicked down by him to actually reply, but you mentally answer, your thoughts trying to pull you away from him. He pulls you back to him when he sheathes inside of you and his tip grazes the spongy spot inside of you.
"Chishiya!" You yell, completely out of your control, and he covers your mouth as you dig your nails in the back of his jacket just lightly, in warning of what's to come.
"We can't have you screaming out for everyone to know what we're up to. Remember the couple just before the game?" He whispers, right in your ear, causing you to shiver. Of course you remember, Chishiya had pointed them out to you, and it made your cheeks flush red even if it wasn't your moans that were ringing through the cells. They definitely are now, though.
The words (that he definitely purred out like a cat) make you bend into his body, hide your face in his shoulder and replace his hand on your mouth with his neck. He hasn't even started thrusting yet and he has you at his mercy.
"Are you hiding from me?" He laughs, so unbelievably irritating, especially when he has you in this position. You open your mouth to retort, but he grabs your hips and pulls out only to thrust back in.
"Chishiya!" It's halfway between a word and a moan, but he doesn't really mind how loud it is, lifting your knees up to the height of his shoulders, only to fasten the rhythm until it causes you to slump on top of him.
"You're not going to talk back to me?" He hums, and swallows a groan that you definitely noticed from resting your head so close to his neck.
"I—" You muffle another moan on the softness of his white jacket. "Stop teasing." You demand, as if it would change his incorregible behavior.
"But I love how flustered you get." He laughs, a small noise on the back of his throat, and you can feel the vibration as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in order to muffle an impending moan.
"Stay quiet." He reminds, but he doesn't stop his thrusts or his soft breaths on your neck, doesn't offer a hand on covering your mouth again since muffling your moans on his shoulder doesn't seem to work.
"C-Can't." You admit, through bitten back moans and soft whines that had the potential to be screams.
"You can." He pushes. He always adores pushing your limits, seeing how many you can take of his fingers, or how many orgasms until you beg him to stop, or in this case, how long until you are forced to scream out from the pleasure.
You kick at him from your very limited position he holds you up in. His hands under your knees, bringing them up to your chest to really be able to break you in half. He doesn't stop his thrusts, though, laughing lowly through your kicks and squirms and muffled whines.
It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling in the bottom of your tummy, a warmth that threatens to make you scream so loud that everyone in the building will know what you're up to (if they didn't, already). Chishiya can feel how you're tightening up around him, unfortunately, and he will never miss the chance to make you flustered.
"Are you close?" He whispers, and if you were able to look at his face you'd witness his signature smirk on his face.
"No." You reply, maybe a beat too fast, but you forget how well he knows you, how well he has studied your body, how well he has memorized the pulses of your pussy and the twitches of your stomach. He doesn't reply, he lets you think he believed your lie, only adjusting your body slightly in reply.
You keep muffling your sounds and digging your nails on his back for the next minute, though it feels like a long, agonizing hour has passed when he finally gets rougher, quicker, even if only by a split second. It's just what you need to get over the edge.
That is, until Chishiya lets go of your left knee, running his hand down your stomach and your heat until his finger grazes your soft, aching clit.
Just the soft touch makes your hips fly from the table to his, moaning with disinterest over who hears. He laughs, low and teasing, and pushes your head into the nape of his neck, but you can't hear anything over the blood rushing to your ears and your heavy pants as you reach your climax and cover his dick in slick white.
He doesn't stop the thrusts into you, and his breaths turn labored and heavy. He's close, you know by the way he seems tempted to bury his face on your neck too, by the way he almost curls into you, by the way that he has stopped laughing and resorted to panting into your ear.
"Are you close?" You bite back, now your turn to pull him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. He grunts back, so low you barely hear it.
It's not every day Chishiya seems so fixated on your body, almost like he also has something in his mind he wants to lose inside of you, so you know you'll take full advantage of it. You cup his face with one hand, bringing him close to you as you face his ear.
A breathy, pornographic moan of his name next to his ear is all he needs, and with no warning, he cums deep inside of you, staying still with a final thrust of his hips.
He stays inside of you for a couple of seconds, wrapping his arms around you. Only after both of your breaths have evened out and you stop shivering he cuts through the silence. "You know you have nothing to be scared of, right? Not while I'm here. I'll find the Jack."
"Mhm." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his eyebrows level, but the corner of his lip twitches up just barely, you're sure you caught it.
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angelseraphines · 19 days ago
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i don’t know how many of you have seen alice in borderland, but i watched the show and the games are so well-done, however i do prefer squid game characters by a little so i wanted to write cho sang-woo x reader fanfictions set in the alice in borderland games!!
for those who haven’t seen alice in borderland, don’t worry, the games will be explained in the fanfictions, but i think sang-woo is such an interesting character that it would be fun to write him in them!! 😇
also would you prefer the other characters to be alice in borderland characters, squid game characters, or both?
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chishiyasleftnut · 11 months ago
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Discord server!!
Hi ( ^ω^ )
I, @chishiyaisasnack, and some other friends have had a discord server for a while now. It is a Nijirō Murakami server, but everyone is welcome to come hangout, even if that’s not your primary thing 🌸
We wanted to open it up for other people! We’ve recently added a specialised fanfic channel to it, so it made sense that I would advertise it on here ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ if you want a place to discuss fanfics, Alice in borderland, Nijirō Murakami, or just to have fun, please join!
Our only requirement is that you’re at least 18. It is meant to be a SFW server, but we still don’t feel comfortable having minors around. Especially now that we’re advertising it on tumblr blogs that have smut on them and inviting other (potentially smut) writers lmao. Every other rule is stated once you join the server ❤️
If you join, feel free to share your tumblr username in your introduction! That way we can maybe find our mutuals haha
Link:
I AM WORKING ON NEW FICS TOO! I’m just a bit stressed about my bachelor thesis atm, so I can’t get anything to sound right ( ; _ ; )
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marlenesluv · 1 month ago
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hello hello!! little announcement i guess. i’m going to start writing for alice in borderland! i’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but im gonna finally do it :)
i will 100% still keep this an f1 page! i will still post f1 smaus, fics, all the stuff i do now. im just sprinkling in some alice in borderland. i hope you guys can understand this. honestly, if you’re like “eh idk what that is” then i suggest watching it on netflix! its one of my favorite series everrr and im sure you will get hooked lol!
im gonna add a separate masterlist for those, so check them out! give it a chance :)
thank you for sticking with me, i promise i have some smaus in the works for f1 (and alice in borderland) 💓
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thepencilnerd · 4 months ago
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Vampire!Chishiya
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Chishiya is a doctor who finds his world upended when a patient is rushed into the ER after a devastating accident. The intoxicating scent of your blood ignites a primal hunger within him. Driven by an insatiable desire, he realizes he must have you—no matter the cost.
rating: mature/explicit
warnings: dark!fic, toxic relationship, obsessive, manipulative, and possessive behavior, blood-drinking/sharing, momentary self-injury (not due to depression or SI), blood magic/ritual
word count: 18k
complete fic here, please mind tags <3 (niragi cameo only in the last chapter, sorry :(
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niragisimp · 2 years ago
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The Pain Before (Niragi x Reader) Part Nine
(TW: Drunk sexual attempts, Non-con, Sexual Assault)
Part Eight, Series Masterlist, Part Ten
You didn't see Niragi for a while after that night. Maybe it was because you did what you were told, in a way. You thought of the looks people would've given you if you just walked around all day wearing Niragi's shirt, so you opted to wear it around your waist instead. It didn't help much, the looks were still just as persistent as you thought they would be. You did notice that whenever you got nervous or anxious, you found yourself holding onto the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. 'Maybe it's the softness,' you thought. It wouldn't take long before you realized you were wrong.
Kuina had been coming to your room more often to check up on you, bringing food along with her cheery self. You always accepted graciously, and today was no exception.
You grabbed the plate from her hands with both of yours, "Thanks, I was starving! Crazy to think how often you forget to eat here." You shot her a smile before digging into your fruit first. It was always canned food mostly, it stayed fresher for longer, but you didn't mind. Food was food, especially since game night was surely ahead of you. 
"When I first got here, it was so crazy! Like, there was food, but it had already started molding! So gross," Kuina popped a pear slice in her mouth before continuing, "Honestly, I'm kinda thankful for Chishiya for bringing me here. Food is everywhere!" She made you chuckle.
You looked down at your plate, fiddling with your food as a natural smile crept up to your face, "You know, you bringing me food like this reminds me of when I first got here. I never got to really thank you for that, though." Kuina tilted her head questioningly, "What do you mean? I never brought you food."
You paused for a moment, your hand lingering in place, "Huh... Well, when I sprained my ankle, someone left plates of food outside my door. They were always gone before I could get to thank them, so I guess I always just assumed it was you, or Chishiya..."
Kuina laughed at the thought, "Chishiya isn't that kind of guy, trust me. Although I have to say that's kinda weird, maybe you have a friendly stalker?" Niragi immediately flashed through into your mind, shaking your head to rid the thought. "Y-yeah... Maybe." You changed the subject, bringing up Borderland life instead. 
"Have you seen Hatter lately? He's not looking so good." Kuina did have her fair share of gossip, even in a death land. "I guess he's sending out people more frequently, Aguni's been on edge too. Maybe something's happening?" She thought out loud. You listened intently to her words, thinking them over.
"Isn't there one card nobody has seen yet? Maybe he's getting antsy about finding it." Kuina hummed in response, "Maybe. Either way, I heard from Chishiya there's gonna be another outing tonight. Even for those that have days left." You felt your heart drop. "Another one? It's barely been a day since I had my last game..."
Kuina gave you a sympathetic look, "Me too. Everyone but Executives have to go. I'm hoping Chishiya will get me into a good group." You sighed, bringing your plate up closer to your lips, "Ugh, I hope it's not another Spades game. I'm tired of them." Little did you realize, you might as well have just jinxed yourself. That night, put into a group of random Beachgoers, you had your worst game to date.  
Niragi pushed through the door, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. His eyes landed on you immediately, the blood of others covering half your body from the waist up. He could see your eyes still not being able to quite focus in on him just yet. He approached silently, or as silently as he could, given his heavy breathing. He had drowned out all possible sense of clarity once he heard what state you returned in.
  He pulled you into him, wrapping both his arms around you. Resting his chin on the top of your head, you stood there in silence together; him, relishing your scent, and you, taking in the softness of his shirt, the lingering smell of his cologne. He wanted, no, needed, words to come out. Words of comfort, perhaps. Words of scolding for going off without him, but his heart nagged at him. If you belonged to anyone, it certainly wasn't him. 'Not yet.'
Against his need to hold you, he pushed himself back, lifting your face to meet his, "Are you alright?" His voice reminded you of that day. Soft, almost gentle, in his own way. You looked into his onyx eyes, feeling the numbness in your body melt into them. The tears came unwillingly, spilling out before you could open your mouth to speak. Niragi just stared at you for a moment, seemingly lost in confusion. His hand dropped from your shoulder to grab your own, pulling you into the bathroom.
You wanted to resist, to crawl into a ball and drop off the face of whatever world this was. But you let him take you, sitting you on the floor as the water turned on. He contemplated for a moment before sighing heavily to himself. You couldn't tell if it was out of frustration or pity, but you couldn't gather yourself to figure it out. You sat silently as he dropped down to his knees, lifting up each limb carefully, and began to undress you. He was almost delicate in how he handled you, like a cracked doll about to break if he wasn't careful.
Maybe that's all you were to him. The way he dressed you, gave you food, made sure you stayed around so he could look at you. Almost like some sort of prize. It almost riled you up, until you recalled the foggy night in the back of your mind.
It was the first game you played together. Niragi kept you on his shoulders to reach the flag while others were pushed and shoved; literally fed to the wolves. But he held onto your thighs like you would float away if he didn't. He carried you to Ann, leaving without so much as a cocky remark. He left food when he knew you would have trouble with the stairs, even taking your plate while you talked with Chishiya and Kuina.
There was one night you still couldn't quite recall. You were a bit high on painkillers, whereas the day after you remember Chishiya telling you not to take too many. But you woke up after a horrid dream, your brain and body still a mess. There was a person sitting in your room that night, watching you. You remember how they towered over you on the bed, almost as if about to take advantage of you. But they didn't. Instead, they planted a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving without so much as a word. 
Your focus came back to the present as the hot water enveloped you. You looked over, seeing Niragi's sleeves dripping wet as he scooped water onto your bruised body. He poured the water over your shoulders, his eyes focused on the blood covering your skin. Never would you have thought Niragi would even be this worried about someone, let alone yourself.
He stopped for a moment before taking a cloth from the towel rack, dipping it in the water and gently rubbing the blood from your arms. He was careful as he brushed against the cuts, constantly checking your face for any sign of discomfort. Soon your tears were all dried up, staining your face. Niragi stopped once he noticed, taking his free hand to wipe under your eyes. His hand lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his body spreading throughout your face.
Your eyes locked for a moment before he took his warmth away, holding himself on the bathtub. You could see his tongue pressed against his cheek, a quirk you've noticed that meant he was concentrating. The piercing stood out most of all as he licked his lips slowly. It wasn't in an aggressive or threatening way, almost like he was thinking deeply about something.
"(Y/N)," your head turned to face him, your eyes speaking for you. He watched you for a moment before continuing, "Do you... Remember me?" You forced a small smile as you croaked through a dry throat, "I didn't hit my head, Niragi." Noticing he didn't seem pleased with that answer, you scrunched your brow questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember me? From... Before."
You sat up slowly in the tub, the realization that you were fully naked now just hitting you. "From... Before? I don't think we knew each--" You stopped for a moment, a particularly bad memory taking hold of you.
(TW: Drunk sexual attempts, Non-con, Sexual Assault ahead)
Haru was drunk. Very, very drunk. It was a Wednesday, no, a Thursday. You just transferred to your new school after moving out of your aunt's home. Your parents sent you away to an all-girls boarding school. Haru had convinced them you were a bad influence. Stealing, doing drugs, leaving alcohol and paraphilia scattered about your room. None of it was true of course, but that didn't stop them from taking his side completely. You thought they had accepted it was him all along. Spreading rumors and bullying others, getting older kids to buy him alcohol, and getting high behind convenience stores. 
Almost everything he said you did, he was the true culprit. Your parents never once believed you, even after you came back. The only time they ever believed you was when you said the fire was an accident.
It was raining hard that day. It felt odd, to start at a new school at the end of the week. You imagined everyone had already been fed countless lies about you, with Haru being the way that he was. The day went by without incident, and you even managed to exchange numbers with a few other girls before you left. Haru must've seen, because they never spoke to you again after that day.
He held your body to the wall, his free hand still clutching his bottle of liquor. "You," he hiccuped, "Think you're so damn special." His body swayed, almost forcing you into the brick behind you. "H-Haru, please, I just wanna go home..." His face scrunched in anger, spitting out his words. "Home? Home?! You don't have a home you stupid whore!" His face was so close to yours that you could smell the alcohol on him.
"Please, let's just go--" You muffled a scream as the bottle struck your jaw, your once restrained arm now being free as he held the bottle to his lips once more. "You don't EVER tell me what the fuck to do, understand?!" He screamed at you. Maybe the rain truly was coming down too hard that nobody noticed, but even if they did, they didn't bother to help.
You shook your head in understanding, pursing your lips. You could taste the blood, internally hoping it wasn't visible. "There's nothing fucking special about you... I mean, look at you!" He hiccuped again, his feet steadying him. He looked you up and down, his eyes glazed over. His hand reached out at your top, ripping the first three buttons, exposing part of your chest. "Haru! Stop!" You cried out, pushing him away.
His face turned sour and he took another step towards you, leaning his body into you, "You don't fucking listen!" He grabbed your face violently, forcing you to look up at him, "You're nothing fucking special..." His eyes traveled up and down your body, your mind screaming at you to get away. But you couldn't, not under his weight. Not even when his hand began to slide itself up your thigh, under your skirt.
You don't like remembering what happened after that, but nobody believed you about that either, so it didn't really matter. You remember crying, the screams, and him telling you to shut up, followed by a quick knee to his groin. You pushed him as hard as you could and began sprinting. You didn't know the area as well as you did once, but it didn't matter. The faster you got away, the safer you'd be.
You could feel his eyes glaring into your back, your feet pounding on the cement sidewalk. You turned the corner, slamming into a young man. You knocked the both of you over, your lungs screaming for air as you hit the ground. It didn't take long for your vision to focus, looking at the young man, probably similar to your age, holding out his hand to you.
You remember his glasses, the concern on his face, thinking he actually looked kind of... Cute. Any other day, you would've gladly taken his hand. Perhaps it would've been the start of a friendship or even, a romance. But not today. Any day, but today.
Niragi's thumb gently wiped the side of your face, bringing your mind back. The water had gone cold, the ripples in the tub from your tears echoing in the silence like a leaking faucet. You could feel your heart in your chest beating loudly as you realized suddenly it was getting incredibly harder to breathe. You faced the cold red water covering your body as your body began to tremble.
His eyes widened as he watched you start to panic, Niragi pulling you from the tub forcefully. You let out a yelp, the cold air seemingly slamming against your bare body. You were left alone for a moment as Niragi dashed out of the bathroom, only coming back after with a familiar gold and black shirt. He draped it around your arms, coaxing you out of the bathroom and into your bed.
This Niragi was foreign to you. 'If I had gotten the chance to know him before the Borderlands, was this what he was like?' He pulled the blanket over you, seemingly sighing as he turned his back, beginning to leave. 'Was this a frustrated sigh, or one of pity?' You thought, not for the first time today. The words came out of you before you could think of how they would sound.
"Stay."
Niragi stopped where he stood, his back still towards you. His hand moved in the darkness, fidgeting with itself it seemed. He turned his head ever so slightly so he could look at you, your face stained and your body shivering. You could see his adam's apple move up and then down again before he walked over to the edge of the bed where he sat.
You stared at his back for what felt like forever before he knelt, untying his shoes and pulling himself up onto the bed fully. You felt relief when the warmth from his body spread throughout yours. Pulling his shirt around you more so than it was, you inched your way over to him.
Niragi licked his lips, his metal piercing gleaming in the moonlight from your window, "Don't expect me to be here in the morning."
You took his words with a grain of salt, even though it oddly made your heart hurt hearing it. "... I know," you meant to say more proudly, but it came out as more of a whisper than anything. You paused on your next words for a moment, pushing through your unease around the subject.
"I... I do remember... Thank you."
Those were the last words before your body was able to relax, the exhaustion catching up with you at only a moment's notice. As your eyes began to close, you could hear Niragi's breath hitch for just a moment as you lost consciousness against Niragi's arm.
Niragi looked at you for a moment, taking in your peacefulness. He moved to his side just a bit to try and get comfortable but was met with your tightening grip on his arm. You pulled his arm into you, readjusting your head to rest on his chest. He was taken in by the smell of your hair, though it still had blood crusted in it, it still smelled like you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, just like he did that first night. Niragi rested his cheek against your head, wrapping his other arm around your body.
He ignored everything he had fought to make a reality. His urge to kill, to toy with others, and to take whatever he wants when he wants it. 
'I can be that again tomorrow,' Niragi thought, 'but for tonight... Maybe...'
"Sleep tight, (Y/N). I'll protect you." He whispered into your ear and he found a reason to rest for the day.
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