#alice in borderland fic

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chishiyasleftnut]

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)

2+1

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 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.

[marlenesluv]

✧.*Masterlist - Alice In Borderland✧.*

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

[jack-of-all-trades-21]

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.

[sweetfawngrl]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋!❞  ᯓ★

ー he saves you so you give him head as a thank youuu~~！

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｡ 

♤ 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.

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!!

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[yois2aki]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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

"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?!"

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 !!!

[xbuu]

Jack of Hearts game! Chishiya x Fem! Reader

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!!

"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.

[realisticjupiter]

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

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

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.

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.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[user946468]

NSFW Alphabet - Chishiya Shuntaro and Niragi Suguru

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader | Niragi Suguru x reader

I swear this is my last one.. I should be updating my fic soon, but these are a lot more fun than I thought lol + adding songs from my favorite album that remind me of them. Also feel free to request any aib characters you want me to do a NSFW alphabet for!

Warning- Un-consensual sex, gore, ect.. basically Niragi being himself.

Niragi Suguru

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare? What's that? Your lucky if he even spares the time to lay with you after. Doesn't offer to clean you up after, or asks if you're okay.. maybe he'll take a shower with you after, but only if he gets a second round during it. After all, he loves the idea of his cum still being in you hours after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his dick, obviously. I mean, what would he do without it? He gets a kick out of his tongue piercing too, did you know they make vibrating one's? Not that he thinks he needs it to make you cum, but its a nice surprise. Niragi loves your ass and tits, basic - but not surprising. He's a perverted male after all.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Obsessed with it. Painting every inch of your body with it, fucking it deeper into you, using it as lube, making you suck him completely dry- don't even think about spitting any of it out, he will make you lick it back up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not much of a secret but he's a borderline sadist. Bondage, blood, knife play, he's into it all! He enjoys causing pain, inflicting it, making you feel completely helpless, fully at his will. He tie a chain to your neck like a dog, pulling it harder each time you tighten around him- shoving the nozzle of his rifle down your throat with the safety off, finger hovering over the trigger.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's fucking people left and right, what do you think? He chases after his own pleasure always, your own is rarely on his mind - but that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to cum. In fact if you don't, he thinks its a disrespect to his performance. If you don't, that means he'll pull out ever trick in the book until you cum- different positions, different rhythms, hitting every angle of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you shiver- bonus points if your orgasm is involuntary.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he has you fully in control. Tied up, laying under his body weight, being constrained to him- it's not like you have a choice anyways. If he wasn't working in front of an audience, he will have his rifle at stand by at all time with several locks on his door.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Of course he'll laugh, he's doing one of his favorite things! He'll laugh at how pitiful you look, the sorrow on your face, your pained groans- but you laughing? Are you trying to get shot? He'll think your laughing at him, after all why would you be laughing with him? Your laughing will turn into pained wails soon enough.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed, most of the time. Although he has no problem letting it grow out if he's lazy enough, and if you don't like it? Who cares! Your opinion doesn't mean anything to him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's a murder rapist. Anything romantic is off the tables. The only thing he knows is the pure bliss of getting his dick wet. Now, if somehow you are able to squeeze past those thick ass walls Niragi has built around his heart- maybe if you treated him like an actual person, anything other than a rabid dog that needs to be put down- than maybe, he'll focus on if your enjoying yourself or not. The most romantic thing he'll do if whisper fabricated praises and encouragements in your ear- or asking if your up to try something different, he won't take no for an answer and if you ask him to stop he'll ignore you- but Niragi will give you a minute or too to calm down before going back at it. That's about as sentimental as he can be.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Funny. What the hell would you be for if he could just jerk off? The closest thing to self pleasure as he would do is getting off on your underwear, and that's only if your there watching- he'll make you wear the stained pair after too. Something about watching you stroll around the beach, talking with friends and just living your life in general while wearing something so personal that were smeared with his cum always made his dick twitch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What isn't he into is the real question. He'll get hard at the slight glance at you drenched in someone else's blood after a game- knowing you fought so hard to stay alive just to come crawling back to him. To his dick. He likes when you cry, when your covered in bruises and scars made by him, when you stare at him, claw at his back, try to fight him off- he loves it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! At anyyy time! He has a love hate relationship with fucking in public. On one hand, he gets to watch as people scowl in horror, shoving what they can't have in their faces, putting you on display like he was wearing a designer coat. On the other, why do they deserve to see you in such a state? One specifically made for him to see? They shouldn't get to hear you while you reach your climax, perverted fuckers would probably use it to jerk off!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The adrenaline rush of the games mixed with rounds of rough sex after? Fucking life changing. That's when his stamina is at its highest, high chance you wont be able to walk properly for a few days after.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If you try to act dominant, he will smack the shit out of you and force you to switch positions or he'll get soft in seconds. That doesn't mean he wont let you ride him or you cant give him small praises (although it will take him awhile to fell normal about it) but calling his a good boy or asking to peg him? He'll stare at you with disgust, waiting for you to laugh and say your fucking with him. If you don't, he'll make you say it either way for his sake.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Its more like throat fucking than an actual blow job. He's obsessed with the way you don't try and move when he's ball deep in your throat, you know better. Even if your gagging and huffing heavily through your nose, light headed and tense- all you can do stare through heavy-lidded eyes, silently waiting for it too end. Niragi also refuses to let you touch yourself during times like this, the way you desperately shuffle your hips back and forth against nothing always makes him smile. As for you, Niragi is well adjusted to female anatomy. He'll twirl his tongue, lick, suck, push- try anything to see what makes you gasp. Niragi surprisingly doesn't mind eating you out, especially when your so overstimulated you not sure what part of him in rubbing your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Slow in not in Niragi's vocabulary. It's always hard, always quick, and always rapid. If he wan't to tease you, he'll pull out completely before you climax, or rub himself along your entrance letting himself play with your clit before pushing inside you. Rarely ever with prep.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he must, he will. Made militants bring you to his room only to be called to a meeting a minute later? He'll try to bring you too, making you sit on his lap. Groping you in front of everyone, licking down your neck and kneeing between your legs. If he has to suffer the wait, so do they. That is if Aguni lets it pass, if not he'll fuck your throat and finish in seconds. Niragi can hold off for hours if he really wants too, but in situations like this he'll cum early. Plus, he knows you'll still be there when he's back, cause he won't let you leave.

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

As long as its nothing putting him in "a pussy situation" as he calls it, he's all for it! Want him to pour hot wax on you? Why didn't you ask so sooner? He will even let the wax get hot enough to leave marks, spelling his name across your waist. He almost cums in his pants when you ask him to fuck you with his gun, safety off and fully loaded.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

However many until he's satisfied. Five, two, eight- depends on the day. If he feels nice he'll move to your mouth instead of your pussy after a few rounds, but only if you beg hard enough. Like I said before, he can edge himself for hours on end, making you climax for the fourth time by his first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Not toys necessarily.. but he'll use unconventional items as sex toys if there close by. Fucking you against the beaches communal dryer, making sure your clit is pressed tightly against the edge of the metal. A candle sick as a butt plug, his boxers as a homemade gag, making you fuck yourself with a knifes handle. He doesn't need any toys, your body is enough for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Eighty percent of your time spent together is Niragi edging you on, asking you how bad you want him before suddenly moving a few steps away, removing what ever form of contact you had and smugly watching your body arch towards him, begging for some form of contact. "Oh you poor baby," he'd say with mock sincerity, "Missing something?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

He's loud and proud. Most grunts and moans, maybe a small whimper here and there but usually under his breath, like he's trying to hide them. He's a man after all, not a sex machine. Surprising, I know. The whole time he's verbal, dialogue never ending- he doesn't even seem to be speaking to you directly sometimes, more like to himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Enjoys anal and somnophilia (sleeping people). Anal is rare nonetheless, he needs to make sure your properly clean first- going as far as timing how long your in the shower. Anything less than five minutes? Get you ass back in there. Although its more taxing, knowing that your full of his cum in every way possible is worth it. Somnophilia makes his job easier. Simple as that. If your always tense and trying to reject him for entering you, why wouldn't he find you when your the most relaxed, most willing - to take you completely. The ease to push himself in you just to tighten a moment later, while fully emerged, sends an nice twitch to his dick.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Niragi's cocky, and for good reason. He's eight inches while hard, not the thickest but enough girth to make you wince. A light pink going into a harsh red at the tip, raging veins and slightly tilted to the left. He's overly proud of himself.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On his mind every day- which, are we really surprised? In the morning, at night, during games, in meetings, while shoving a gun in front of a members face, seeing you cry and covered in blood after a game- even if its not his main concern, the idea is always wafting around in his brain. For your sake I hope you match his freak...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Are you kidding? Sex gives him an energy boost like no other. He's seconds away from jumping around the pool, shooting and fighting people just for the fun of it - hell, he might even join a game early. So, sorry, no cute sleeping together after.

Chishiya Shuntaro

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Quiet. Maybe a grunt while wiping himself up and getting dressed, other than that he's non-verbal. Glances at you here and there, and if you don't clean yourself up he'll ask if you want him too- you always say yes and he always complies. He'll leave wordlessly after, at least for the first few times. If your close enough to be comfortable after the fact- than he'll stay in bed, and after his momentary silence will start spewing whatever analytical thoughts are coming to him. He always gets philosophical after sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chishiya doesn't have a 'favorite' per say, he thought it was foolish- why would he have sex with you if he didn't like every part of you physically? And sure, he might enjoy the way your bikini top pushes your breast together a little to much. Or how easily your neck bruises and the feeling of your heartbeat escalating under his lips- but that doesn't mean he enjoys anything else about you any less. Once you asked, and he stared at you like you were dumb. "Why? So you can boast about it?" He asked, "So you do have a favorite! Honest, ass or tits guys?" As for himself.. he thought he was fine. Attractive enough to cause glances his way, and nothing close to ugly. Chishiya wouldn't go as far as too praise his himself, but he was comfortable being naked in others company.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ehh.. it's a thing? No real opinion. Doesn't hate it doesn't love it- although he can appreciate it's side use as lube. As cold and restrained as he was mentally, his dick majorly missed the memo. Endless amounts of pre-cum and involuntary dick twitches whenever you so much as breathed on it. But like he said it could be useful.. especially when fucking your breasts. But he swears he doesn't care for either ass or tit any more than he says.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves the chase as much as actually having sex. Watching you from afar, prolonged eye contact, seeing how you react to the slight cleavage of his chest when he rolls his zipper down, to his hovering hand by your thigh. It heightens his senses, makes it harder to not want to touch you, not allowing him to see you- after all he has a habit of refusing himself what he wants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a doctor, therefor knows his way around female anatomy. Where certain pressure points are located, where to find your clit, how to position himself in just the right way to make the heat in your stomach grow. As experienced as any normal guy, not a virgin with a body count under five- although it hardly shown as much. He could've told you he had four current fuck-buddies telling him exactly what too do and you wouldn't be surprised.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doesn't have one. Dumb question. If he's fucking you, he's in you anyways right? He lets the situation speak for itself. Your sitting on his lap? He'll guide your hips to ride him. He ends up on top of you- missionary it is. Never would he ever make you go into some obscene position to get his dick sucked a certain way, or too get a quarter inch deeper into you. Their horrible for your joints and muscles, and why would he want to tire you out so soon?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chishiya's rarely ever humorous in general, so why would he start now? The closest thing to a laugh he'll give is an amused huff whenever you give a sarcastic quip, or if you do anything he deems is stupid. You let out a nervous high-pitched giggle while undressing? He can't help but compare you too the girls at the beach- the ones who use faulty laughs in hopes of getting laid. If it wasn't for the unpleasant contrast to the other bikini-wearing girl's, it would have almost been something close to endearing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well-groomed, and highly hygienic- Chishiya couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly be dirty. He keeps it trimmed, never letting it grow past a certain point before shaving it down. Unlike most he doesn't care if your shaven or not- he just wants to know how often you shower.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Having romantic feelings is a big jump. You should be lucky if you can endues any feeling out of the man. He doesn't say anything with intimate underlining no matter how good your making him feel. Not because he's tempted too or he wants too.. and even if he did he wouldn't know what to say. After all the fact that he's letting you kiss him should be enough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Chishiya knows the benefits of having an orgasm; it can relax you- physically and mentally, it's a stress reliever, causes a serration boost- yet he's just never felt the need. If he woke up with a boner he'll ignore it until it's gone most days, if it wont, he'll rub a quick one out. Simple as that. In fact its almost annoying, time consuming- having to search his brain for something that makes his dick twitch in satisfaction. At least you given him something to get off too quicker.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Humping. Feeling your hips running back and forth around his torso as the sheer feeling of the imprint of his dick, letting you get off on his leg while your giving him a blowjob, lazily pumping his dick while watching you hump a pillow because he refused to touch you, you rapidly rubbing your clit against his naked thighs- shorts be damned- you reaching your climax without him even having to touch you? Hottest thing you could do. Did wonders for his ego too.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a room where he could lay and sit down. Why would he willingly be uncomfortable without reason? And it must be completely empty. No one else in sight. Chishiya didn't hate the idea of fucking in the shower, it made the clean up process a lot faster.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. And not because of some sentimental outlook, but because of how real it was. You laid bare in front of him - literally and metaphorically - he knew your story, fears, skills, your treasures of the world- what was stopping him for shattering your esteem while you laid so earnestly below him? Or whispering degrading thoughts in your ear while you reach your orgasm, installing pleasure too your fears? Would he? Probably not. But the weight of another person in there entirely surged him to you. You'd let him kiss you in any way, touch you how he pleased, fuck you how he felt fit- you allowed him to have the higher power. He'd be lying if he said it didn't do things to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Role play. He simply wouldn't be able to get into character, and he wouldn't be able to see you in such a different light. Although he did play doctor once or twice.. but it made sense, if he is an actual doctor he's not playing a character, is he?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

No preference, really. He likes the suction of your mouth, the tightness of your throat, the way you tug on his hair when he's between your legs, forcing his head down- completely ignorant to you blocking both of his airways. He realized that he didn't actually mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Its starts off as with an even pace, slow and deep thrusts- the longer you go for for quicker his hips snap, the harder the headboard hits the wall and the harder he fucks. Your both always a little out of breath by the end of it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't care for it. What's the point in having sex while feeling rushed? He likes to take his time, however how long or short he wants it to be. And the thought of where-ever he had to go to would ruin his sexual tuition, anyway. Chishiya would rather wait it out.

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

Depends. Chishiya wound't say he's vanilla, or that he's a sex freak- so the thought of experimenting could go either way. If he thinks there is just a fragment of himself that would enjoy if he might say yes, more out of regard to you having the gut to ask him in the first place. If he doesn't like the idea, he'll simply shut you down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Three max. Although he does prefer letting foreplay escalate you to finishing climax before you actually start to have sex- curling his fingers inside you, claiming he's "Just getting you started.", letting his tongue lap at you like a starved man- so a lot of the time, you end up more spent than him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

Why would you need toys? Chishiya's has two hands and a tongue for a reason. However if you ever brought him a toy, asking if he could use it on you, he won't reject you- but maybe he would make you use it on yourself while he watched, instructing you what too do, purely for his own enjoyment.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chishiya likes to get to the point and he wouldn't say he teases you, he just finds amusement in watching you arch in pleasure for as long as possible. Although if you ever heard him say that you would call him a fucking liar to his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

As for grunts and moans, more rare than you would like- you would try little tricks to see what would make him react the most- and ever time he did, you felt like you got a little reward. He was decently vocal, talking more than actually make sounds- but you didn't miss when a sharp intake of breath would cause him to pause, or when his words would deepen to low grumbles. Chishiya was vulgar with his words, much to your surprise. Outwardly asking if you liked what he was doing, making you explain how wet the thought of his dick was making you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chishiya liked hearing how your voice would rattle when he grope you a certain way, liked hearing your airy call of his name and how you would repeat it over and over and over again in his ear. He liked forcing you to explain why you wanted him so bad while he refused to let you touch him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Six inches exactly, and two and a half inches wide. How the hell he was that wide was beyond you, and Chishiya knew what you were thinking the second your eye's widened. He just looked at you with a small smirk and raised eyebrows, daring you to say something. Pale, like the rest of his, but with an aggravated bright pink tip. Stick straight and small veins runing to his shaft.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could go without sex for the rest of his life if you made it a challenge. But you didn't, and it wasn't- so he enjoyed the company when he wanted too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he's tired he'll lay there, eyes closed and completely limp- even though his brain was still wide awake. It always took him a while to actually fall asleep, but depending on how rough you fucked the physical toll with lull him to sleep just a few minutes earlier.

[niki-phoria]

https://www.tumblr.com/niki-phoria/776310441091694592/hii-lovely-do-you-still-write-for-chishiya

hii, it’s me again!

If I’m not bothering you, you wrote to Chishiya "his types of kiss", do you think you could write a "his kind of demonstrating that he cares through gestures" (gn reader)? Thank you so much 🩷

그런 널 보면 i'm dyin' to hold you now / 밤은 또 어느새 날 깨우려 하는데

pairing: chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 580

notes: wasn't sure how i wanted to write this so it isn't super romance focused (chishiya's love languages is similar but more romantic), haven't written for aib in a while so sorry if the game doesn't really make sense lol, thank you so much for the request !! i hope you like it <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from bae173 - annoyed

the air feels sticky against your skin; the night breeze does little to combat against the humid summer air. beside you, aguni crosses his arms across his chest. he lets out an impatient sigh as he leans his head against a white pillar. your eyes scan around the group. your competition. 

a businessman nervously fidgets with the cuffs of his suit. beside him, two women stand side by side, clinging onto each other. they whisper softly to each other even though you’re too far away to hear any of their words.

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO nods his head along to a rhythm you can’t hear. his hood has been pulled up over his head, leaving only a few stray strands of blonde hair visible beneath the night sky. when chishiya glances upwards, his gaze meets your own. he smirks softly behind his jacket hood for a few seconds before returning to silently analyzing the other players. 

the chime of the announcement system comes as a welcome change. a familiar automated voice plays over speakers you can’t see. “game: tag.”

at first, the minutes tick by without any events. you keep your footsteps quiet as you slip through the stairwell. aguni walks with confidence but you don’t miss the way he subtly sticks closer to the shadows lining the walls. you take the opportunity to slip away, walking through the eerily empty apartment’s halls. 

chishiya is already standing near the roof when you arrive. without the jacket’s hood protecting his face, the wind blows stray strands of blonde hair across his face. he leans against the white half-wall, watching the other players wander around from above. 

“anything interesting?” you ask, stepping closer to stand beside him. the bricks feel cool against your hands. a thick layer of paint has smoothed out any texture they used to have. 

chishiya simply hums. “nothing yet.” he shifts slightly, brushing his shoulder against your own. it’s an otherwise unnoticeable gesture, but it makes your heart skip a beat nonetheless. “does aguni know you’re here?”

you shrug. as the beach grew, it became harder to keep track of each member individually. the games only added to your anonymity, making it easy to slip away from the crowd under the guise of ‘being afraid for your life.’ “does it matter?” 

he remains silent. your lives depended on your social skills just as much as your physicality. the beach had only become another challenge, demanding careful navigation and care to survive. aguni was smart enough to survive. he wasn’t vengeful like niragi or observant like ann. he wouldn’t pose any real risk. at least, not while hatter was still in charge. 

chishiya glances at you. he shuffles ever so closer, resting his hand just beside your own. the heat from his knuckles is a welcome change from the otherwise cool night air. after a few seconds his hand dips lower, fingers now tugging at the edge of your beach-issued bracelet. chishiya’s fingers run along the braided thread holding it together. 

you flinch slightly when yet another round of gunshots echo throughout the apartment. they’re much closer now; you can hear the click of another round being loaded into the chamber. chishiya reaches over, tentatively taking your hand into his own. his thumb runs along the grooves of your knuckles. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. the gentle circles he rubs against the back of your hand say more than words ever could. don’t worry. we’ll be home soon.

if you enjoyed this fic, please consider leaving a like, comment, feedback, or rebloging !! and if you want to support me, check out my aib masterlist <33

[angelseraphines]

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?

[chishiyasleftnut]

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 ( ; _ ; )

[marlenesluv]

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) 💓

[thepencilnerd]

Vampire!Chishiya

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 :(

[sweetfawngrl]

❝𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.❞ ༉‧₊˚.

ー you ‘haunt’ him after dying in a game.

pairing ;; chishiya x (f!)dead!reader

content ;; angst(?), you make a small mistake which caused you, your life. chishiya didn’t even care about you that much right? now he can’t even get rid of your echoing voice. he sees your shadows in the corner of his eyes.

warnings ;; blood, death, paranoia, ???,,, short…

notes ;; y/n used, i’m not sure if pronouns or feminine description is used but i’ll still use “f!reader” so…

also also sex w/ a ghost is one of my fav songs (by teddy hyde) y’all should check it out LOLOL it was the inspohhh for this boring short fic thing 👅

you died. right in front of him. your blood splattered onto his face and jacket. your cut off scream echos in his head and in the room. 

why did this happen? why?

he thought you were smarter than that, you were talking to him a few minutes ago, smiling and telling him something he didn’t…even remember now.

he stared down at your body for a moment, “huh” he suddenly muttered. the other players gasp and stumble back, some screaming in horror as your blood spills everywhere. 

his eyes trail down to the blood absorbing into his shoes, he steps back, sighing softly. “mmh..” 

the voices of the other players become muffled, he turns away and leans against the wall. 

he walks away from the building, he survived, of course he did. he’s one of the smartest people you’ve known. so why? why couldn’t he save you?

he don’t even know you that much, you were the one who would stick by him and talk to him. it’s really unfair, really. you were a bright person, innocent in comparison to him. 

chishiya didn’t know you that much but you didn’t deserve to die. 

he walks down the street, lost in thought. a strong wind blows, his hair flowing through the wind and his hands in his pants. he hissed as the cold wind passes, “chishiyaa…” a whisper was heard.

he scoffs lightly and turns around, “hm?” he stares at the empty green grassy street. 

he ignores it, maybe it was just a sound? an echo of a scream, possibly.

he continued to walk, the empty street filled of grass, rotting corpses. some red lasers shooting down occasionally.

a soft chuckle tickles his shoulder, “where are we going now?” you asked. “oh! look— a bunny!” you point towards a tall green tree. he glances over towards it, not seeing anything.

“what?” he murmured before looking back at you. “don’t you see it? it’s a bunny, hehe.” you tilt your head. he stares at you, looking at your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, everything. as if searching for something. “anyway!” you clap your hands, walking in front of him.

“where are you going, y/n…” he asks, stepping forward. “aren’t we going to beach?” you laughed, raising a brow. 

“we?” he scoffed, raising a brow. “but you’re dead.” he said bluntly.

You frowned, “that’s rude.” you mocked his scoff. he stares again, walking away from you. 

“hey!” you call out for him. he clenched his jaw for a moment, “stop it.” he said, continuing to walk away.

“chishiya!” you call out for him again, it was all in his head, you’re dead. why are you here??

“why are you in my head?” he asked, mostly to himself. “why? well, maybe, ‘cause you’re the one who can’t let go, hehe” you said while disappearing and whispering in his ear.

“even though we didn’t talk much, i know you’re a good person, chishii~”you teased with a unreadable smile. he ignores you, staring up at he giant blue moon, the red lasers seem to continue but it’s muffled. “y/n—“ he groaned. his expression remained the same, blank and mysterious.

a small group of survivors pass by, hiding behind a car, one of them stares at chishiya, wondering why he was just talking to himself, ‘what a weirdo’ they thought.

“fine be like that! hehe, see you later!” you abruptly said,

 “hey…make sure, to continue wining!” 

he felt a sharp faint pain in his chest- turning around and a strong gust of wind blows. he stares at ahead of him, you disappeared. “you should put more effort in trying to live, chishiya.” 

it finally hit him. you were gone. only if you stayed a little longer, maybe you would’ve been interesting enough to become friends.

i’m not…good with….angst…….IM SORRY I JJST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW GUYSSSS 💔💔 give tips please agrhh

it’s longer than my other one at least ???? sigh

ー brckendollette ☆

(10/9/24)

(((ALSO.SORRY. if i put the wrong tags lolll i never knew people cared so much but tahts kewwlll but yeah sorry in advance;; LOLOL i usually put whatever comes up to get more attention ykykyk….)))

[sk1ndx0]

Love me not (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 3

Chishiya x fem!reader

TW: cursing, smut (took a lotta courage but… yes smut), NIRAGI (ew but also 💗)

A/N: SOMEONE GIVE ME TIPS ON WRITING SMUT BC LIKE UGH IDK HOW-?

Chishiya exhaled in irritation.

Chishiya just got back from a game, but you were nowhere to be found. It was irritating. He wanted to see you.

To touch you.

To just feel an ounce of you in his mind.

Where were you?

Were you with someone else?

The fuck were you doing without him around?

His fists clenched and unclenched in his pockets as he scanned the beach from your bedroom window. He came here first. It was where you usually waited for him. It smelled like flowers and sunshine in there. He didn’t want to leave, but it just made him need you more.

He gave another look over the pool area before turning on his heel and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Chishiya walked down the hallway, ignoring the various sounds coming from the hotel rooms that were beside yours.

He turned the corner just to run into you. His jaw clenched slightly as you softly landed on his chest, bumping into him.

“Oh hey. I was looking for you.” You smiled up at him with your beautiful but oh-so-stupid eyes. He let out a breath, almost like a sigh, through his nose.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He mutters, looking down at you.

“Oh! What’re the odds-?” You chirp, wrapping your arm around his, making him tense up.

“Sooo whatcha looking for me for?” You suddenly questioned.

“..Does that matter?” Chishiya thought aloud.

“Well, yeah. Sure it does. I was just talking to Hatter and the other executives. They were just informing me on more meeting times.”

Chishiya let out a hum. He was listening, watching, taking you in like a dehydrated man finally taking a sip of water.

You didn’t realize as you kept talking ranting about some random things. The shape of the clouds, the way you saw someone earlier have weird colored hair, and the executives….

It was interesting.

No matter what the situation was, you always had something to talk about. You talked a lot, but it wasn’t annoying. It was just...

It was just so stupidly fucking cute.

Chishiya swallowed slightly, his usual unfazed expression plastered on his face.

You walked down the hallway with him, your arm wrapped in his. He didn’t move, didn’t tell you to let go, he just let you.

“No because like I was talking to Ann earlier, and she’s really intimidating, but also really nice and cool-”

Chishiya just nodded, not saying much as they walked. You skipped slightly, balancing on your tip-toes then going back down to skip.

“And Aguni is just the worst, he really needs an attitude readjustment sometimes!”

Your hand shifted to Chishiya’s in his pocket, holding it softly. You didn’t put much thought into the action, but you laced your fingers with his as you talked.

“Oh but honestly I think that I wanna see if Hatter will let me be an executive, you know?”

Chishiya slightly tensed, letting out a shaky breath through his nose. “Really?” He mumbled, sparing you a glance before he goes back to looking forward.

“Hm? Well yeah! You guys get all this cool stuff! And I’m a ‘really good option’ based on what Hatter told me!”

Chishiya’s thumb grazed over your fingers, and he gripped you a bit tighter.

“If that’s what you want, I can put in a good word.” He reluctantly mumbled, sighing through his nose deeply.

You gasped softly, “Really? Thank you thank you thank you!! I knew you had a soft spot for me!” You jumped up and down happily and kissing his cheek.

Chishiya tensed again, the tips of his ears turning red. “Dont push your luck.”

———

Pulsing music and people that were way too drunk to be out here surrounded you.

You sat beside the pool with Chishiya, playing with a small keychain you found on the floor next to the bar. It was literally just the chain, nothing else. Chishiya told you to put it back down, but you liked swinging it, and when you got mad hitting him with it. It never affected him though.

“I don’t understand why you keep things like that.” He quickly grumbled, staring into the distance of the crowd with his usual piercing stare.

“I could totally fix it! Maybe make it into a necklace. Oh! Or maybe I could make it a really cute bracelet! If only I had charms.. ugh charms would look so pretty-”

Chishiya looked at you through his lashes, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Go on.”

You crumbled under his stare.

“Uhm.. I.. uh..” You began, opening and closing your mouth a few times before breaking eye contact and looking back at the chain in your hands. You let out a soft nervous giggle before continuing.

“Well, I could also make a pretty good weapon with this.. maybe you could help with that, since you’re such a crafty guy.”

Chishiya followed you with his eyes, inhaling deeply before shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning back in the chair.

“Depends.” He tilted his head.

At least he wasn’t staring anymore..

You let out a soft but shaky breath of relief.

Ugh.. you were folding over a stare..

But it was his stare.

You glanced up, looking at Chishiya. You were about to open your mouth to say something when someone walked up.

“Oh shit! Look at the fuckin’ lovebirds.” Niragi chuckled, his rifle slung over his shoulder as he stalked toward the two of you like a predator.

Chishiya sat up. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and huffed shortly.

“Lovebirds? Huh?” You suddenly questioned, your eyes now bright and open.

Chishiya’s jaw clenched. His face wasn’t the usual neutral it was anymore. It was laced with something.. not anger, no not that. It was something along the lines of bitterness mixed with a sour expression. It was almost like he was appalled by the sight of Niragi in front of him.

In front of you.

You didn’t notice of course, you were looking up at Niragi as he continued.

“Hey hey sweet cheeks how you been? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Niragi smirked, his gaze dropping down to your lips before slowly dragging his way up your face, licking his bottom lip with his tongue, showing off his piercing.

By now, Chishiya was seething.

You, on the other hand, was disgusted.

“Ew. don’t look at me like that.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your body and holding yourself to cover your chest.

“Oh come on. You are so sensitive!” Niragi cackles, the sound nearly silencing the beach as he pokes your head.

Chishiya immediately bolted up to his feet, grabbing Niragi’s wrist, his other hand clenching and unclenching in his pocket. Niragi glared at Chishiya with his sick half-smile.

“Oh? Look who’s protecting his girl. Damn. You are so fucking wrapped around her, eh?” He tried to get his wrist free, but Chishiya just tightened his grip.

“What did we agree upon?” Chishiya asked calmly, despite his mind drowning out almost everything.

“Tch. We didn’t agree on anything, dipshit.”

You just sat there, completely confused. “Agree upon….? What…… huh-?”

Chishiya let go of Niragi before looking down at you. “Nothing.” He dragged his gaze back to Niragi.

“Leave.”

Niragi huffed, rolling his eyes and turning to go back to his little militant group in the corner of the bar.

Chishiya sat back down, like nothing had just went down. He looked at you, his expression completely neutral again.

“What was that about?” You turned to him, looking at him with big open eyes.

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter.” He quickly answered, standing again.

You let out a huff of defeat, knowing that he wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Where are you going?”

“To my room.”

“Can I come with?”

“Can you walk?”

You beamed and stood, walking behind him with a spring in your step, like you usually did.

———

You walked into his room, and you heard the door shut behind you, then hands on your waist.

“Chishiya-”

Your words were quickly hushed when he ran his lips against the nape of your neck. You softly sighing against it before he starts peppering it with kisses and slight licks.

You both move to the wall, Chishiya turning you around before kissing you deeply. Not roughly, not filled with hunger, just.. sweet and deep. A sharp contrast to what he usually did.

One of his hands landed on the wall beside you head, the other on your waist as he continued to kiss you. Your mouth opened, a silent invitation to let him explore you.

He pressed you against the wall, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before delving into your mouth, making you softly moan against his lips.

He pulled back only to look into your eyes, and he reached down to make your legs wrap around his waist as he effortlessly pick you up and placed you on the bed. He crawled on top of you, your hands pulling down his jacket zipper.

He threw his white jacket somewhere else in the room. His mouth roamed, leaving marks and hickeys everywhere it went.

Your hands reached up to grab and play with his hair, running your hands through it. You felt him softly and quietly groan against your neck.

His fingers worked to undo the strings on your bikini, his mouth never leaving your neck.

He eventually got it off, looking up at you.. as if he was asking for permission. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were half-lidded.

You nodded.

He immediately began licking and kissing your nipples softly, making your back arch slightly. He relished in your noises, smirking.

Chishiya looked up at you again, eyes locked on you and mouth slightly parted as he reached down, hooking two fingers in your bikini bottoms as he pulled them down. He softly ran a finger up and down your inner thigh, teasing you slightly before running it along your clit.

You softly moaned, throwing your head back as he hit that good spot, making your thighs slightly tremble. You felt him push one.. then two fingers inside of you.

He let you get used to the feeling of it before curling his fingers, letting a moan rip from your throat.

“Chishiya..” You softly moaned, one hand still tangled in his hair.

He watched as his fingers glided in and out of you perfectly, like you were made for him. He leaned down, planting kisses on your inner thighs. He pulled his fingers out, and you whined slightly.

Chishiya got of the bed and went to the edge, “Cmere pretty girl..” He said as he got on his knees. He watched and waited as you sat on the edge of the bed.

He lifted your legs so they were on his shoulders. He gripped your thighs softly, feeling the skin under his fingers. He looked up at you before running his tongue up your clit.

He was calculated and deliberate with his tongue at first, licking all the right places with figure 8s, and softly groaning when you shoved his face further by his hair, but eventually, he was like a starved man eating you out.

His tongue got faster, and more desperate. Needy. You felt that similar knot in your stomach building up fast as he fucked you with his tongue.

You moaned softly as you pushed him further into your cunt with your hands in his hair.

“Chishiya- Oh..- I’m close..” You managed to breathe out, your eyes rolling back. You couldn’t see it, but you felt him smirk against you.

Your thighs trembled and shook with each lick. You groaned, orgasming on his face.

He licked up everything he could before pulling back and wiping his face on the sheets. His gaze drifted back up to you, and he crawled onto you again, your legs still on his shoulders.

You gazed up at him, and he gazed down at you. This wasn’t just list anymore. There was something in it.

And Chishiya didn’t know if he loved it or absolutely hated it.

———

Clothes were back on, and the air in the room smelled like sexual tension finally being released.

You started to walk out of Chishiya’s room before you felt his hands on your waist.

“Wait.” He spoke, his expression back to its normal neutral. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Hm? What?” You glanced at him, raising a hand to play with his hair again.

“Stay.” He simply stated.

Like it wasn’t something that made you immediately fold and want to never leave.

“Okay, only for a bit?” You questioned, moving to sit back down with him.

“Mm..” Chishiya hummed, not really caring if you stayed the entire night or only stayed for a minute more. He just needed your warmth.

Fuck you were killing him.

You were going to get him killed.

You didn’t even know what you did to him. You just stayed around with your beautiful smile and pretty voice. You didn’t treat him like the trash he was, you treated him like an actual person, not just some random hook-up.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t go as far to say that he loved you, but it was definitely something like that.

Maybe a possessiveness mix. Just the sight of Niragi even looking at you made him want to rip him in half, but he didn’t. He wasn’t like Niragi at all.

He softly sighed as you laid down with him, and he just sighed through his nose. He felt you playing with his fingers, and he tensed slightly. You don’t belong in here, with him, in his bed.

But you wanted to be here.

With him.

Chishiya almost cracked a genuine smile at the thought. He closed his eyes and relished in your presence.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” You suddenly questioned, your eyes open and looking straight at Chishiya without any falter.

He cracked one eye open to look down at you, and you tilted your head.

“..Nothing.” Chishiya hummed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “That’s your answer to everything.” You huffed, pulling on his sleeve slightly. He smirked slightly.

You softened your gaze. You could never be mad at him for long. You leaned against his shoulder.

Yeah.

Maybe it was just nothing.

But you both were in love. You just didn’t want to admit it.

Neither of you.

A/N: YALL?? Hay wassup. Uhm idk how to write smut I think I did it right???? Maybe??? Idk give me advice 💔💔

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