#alice in borderland pairing | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thepencilnerd · 5 months ago

Text

take a slice

Summary: No one could imagine a more cunning or manipulative player than Shuntaro Chishiya—until he meets you. complete fic on my ao3 here <3 Word Count: 3.8k Contains: Depictions of violence, unresolved sexual tension, emotional constipation

A/N: because I binge-watched Alice In Borderland in the span of two days and I am very late to the party (but never too late for self-indulgent fan service)

Chishiya spots you across the same floor, your black silhouette nearly lost in the shadows of the night. It’s only your movement that catches his attention, the dark outerwear a sharp contrast to his bright white jacket. You and he are the only players scouting from this vantage point, watching from above while the chaos brews below.

The night is eerily quiet—the calm before the storm, as they say. Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. Chishiya feels his heartbeat falter, a fleeting hitch he quickly tamps down.

Before he can fully process it, you’ve already vanished around a corner, just as a rain of bullets peppers the area behind you.

A boy’s voice echoes from below, frantic. "The only way to clear this game is to work together!"

Bullshit , you think.

There must be a reason behind the attacker's anchoring position, Chishiya muses.

Of course.

When you finally make your way to the safe room, you’re welcomed by four unfamiliar figures: the spree-killing horse, the brunette boy from earlier, a girl with a bob, and the blonde.

Chishiya strikes swiftly, the crackle of his taser breaking the stillness. The masked attacker crumples to the floor, their face hitting the ground with a muffled thud. You waste no time, stomping down hard on their wrist, sending the gun skittering from their hand. Before they can recover, you grab the weapon and fire a single round into the crown of their skull.

When you glance up, you catch the faintest trace of a smirk ghosting across the blonde’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly.

In the seconds that follow, the two other players in the room hastily slam their hands on the red buttons lining the walls.

GAME COMPLETE. CONGRATULATIONS WINNERS.

Turning around, a pair of wide eyes greets you.

“Thank you,” the boy finally speaks, addressing you and the blonde in a shaky voice.

You respond with a nod, glancing over at the girl and seeing her return the acknowledgement.

“Don’t mention it.” The blonde’s condescending tone from behind you is paralleled only by his burning gaze, locking onto you immediately. He almost misses seeing you slip something from the dead body into your pocket.

You feel his focus linger on you as you leave the room.

The night air is thick with tension, the distant cries from nearby arenas only amplifying the silence with each footstep behind you. You don’t bother turning around; you already know who it is.

Chishiya steps into your peripheral vision, his pace unhurried, like a cat stalking in the shadows. The forest buzzes with the threat of unseen dangers, but all his attention is locked on you.

"You didn’t have to kill him," he says, his voice casual, almost amused, as though discussing the weather.

You don’t stop walking. "You didn’t stop me."

A quiet chuckle escapes him, barely more than a breath. "True." His tone remains light, but there’s an edge beneath it, like he’s testing you, challenging you. "Still, you’ve got a certain efficiency. Impressive."

Your expression stays neutral. And yet, Chishiya’s presence beside you stirs something strange—a shared awareness, as if you’re both circling an invisible boundary neither of you are quite ready to cross—yet.

"You took something," he says, breaking the silence again, his voice calm but probing. His gaze stays forward, unreadable. "From the body."

You glance at him briefly, just enough to meet his eyes, which glint with curiosity under the moonlight. He’s trying to figure you out.

"And what if I did?" There’s a challenge in your voice now.

Chishiya’s smirk returns, faint but unmistakable. "Nothing. For now."

The tension between you tightens, pulling you closer in the silence. The game isn’t over. Not between the two of you.

As you continue walking, he trails behind, but soon loses sight of you in the dense trees. Shadows shift, swallowing you whole. He barely has time to catch his breath before a sudden force slams him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs. The disturbed soil and decaying leaves soften his fall, but his back still hits the earth with a solid thud.

Your knee digs sharply into his sternum, pinning him down. One hand tightens around his throat, not enough to choke him but enough to strain his breath. The cold, unforgiving edge of a blade presses against his cheek—a silent threat.

Chishiya’s indifferent expression makes your skin crawl, yet his stoic, unflinching gaze cuts through the moment like a dagger—piercing both hot and cold at once. Neither of you speak. It’s a game of cat and cat, both of you testing the other's resolve in this tense, silent standoff.

For a fleeting moment, he wonders if you can read each other’s thoughts.

You feel him gulp beneath your hand, his pulse quickening under your fingers. Both of his hands remain raised in surrender by his ears, calm, unwavering, and empty of any weapon or defense. His eyes flicker to the deep scar on your neck, lingering there for just a moment.

The air between you thickens. What feels like minutes pass in the span of heartbeats.

Without warning, you spring up and disappear into the night.

Chishiya stays on the ground for a moment, catching his breath. He sits up slowly, eyes tracing the path you took into the darkness. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the phantom cold of the blade still lingering on his skin. Silence wraps around him like a fog, but his pulse betrays him—racing, driven by more than just adrenaline.

For the first time in longer than he can remember, he feels something—a strange tug deep in his core, like something vital slipped away the moment you left. A curiosity stirs, mingling with the remnants of tension, a silent acknowledgment that this game isn’t over.

It’s only just begun.

Chishiya’s lips twitch into a faint smirk. Your piercing gaze and the scar on your neck are seared into his mind. He knows he’ll see you again. And next time, he won’t be caught off guard.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

Kuina sits down across from Chishiya, her curiosity piqued as she watches him stare off into the distance. The evening air is still, a rare calmness settling over the Beach after a chaotic night.

Chishiya leans back, crossing his arms, a faint hum escaping his lips. “Just an interesting game tonight,” he replies casually, but there’s a lingering spark in his gaze that betrays more.

Kuina raises an eyebrow. “Must’ve been some game, then.”

“Perhaps,” Chishiya says, his voice smooth and unhurried. The rush of endorphins from the near-death experience still thrums faintly through his veins.

The cause? A player whose actions were as cunning and unpredictable as his own. The thrill of narrowing down their motivations felt like a puzzle finally worth solving.

His mind drifts back to the game, replaying each moment like scenes in a movie. The chaos, the desperate shouts, and the blaring alarms all felt distant—mere background noise compared to the razor-sharp focus he'd found himself drawn to. That focus was centered on one person.

You had been an anomaly from the start. There was a precision in the way you moved, calculated and unfazed by the panic unraveling around you. It was as if you thrived on the chaos, embraced it even, letting it fuel each step you took. While the other players were scrambling to find shelter or allies, you seemed to anticipate every move, predicting the patterns before they even unfolded.

And then, the moment that had truly hooked him: the kill. Cold, efficient, and executed without a trace of hesitation. You weren’t just surviving; you were playing the game in its purest form—adapting, evolving, always a step ahead. There was no hesitation in your actions, no unnecessary flourish—just the unyielding will to end a threat. It wasn’t just about self-preservation; it was about winning. And that’s what made you different.

Chishiya’s curiosity flared the instant your eyes met his in the aftermath. For the briefest moment, he’d seen a flicker of something—recognition, maybe even a hint of challenge. Like you were silently asking him if he had what it took to keep up.

It was absurd, really, to feel anything in the Borderlands beyond the mechanical urge to survive. But something had shifted tonight. For the first time in what felt like forever, the game had become more than a series of calculated risks and rewards: it had become interesting.

Chishiya’s gaze shifts back to the window where lights scatter the sky. His fingers tap idly on the armrest of his chair, a rhythm betraying the restlessness he tries to mask. He’s always prided himself on being detached, keeping emotions and sentiment far from his calculations. Yet here he is, preoccupied with thoughts that don't have a place in his carefully constructed logic.

"You're quiet," Kuina observes, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "More than usual, I mean."

Chishiya’s smirk is faint, barely there. “Am I?”

She shrugs, leaning back in her seat. “You’ve been lost in your own head since you got back.”

Chishiya’s expression doesn’t falter, but there’s a slight shift in his demeanor—a barely perceptible sign of vulnerability, quickly smoothed over. “Maybe I’m just considering... possibilities,” he replies, the words coming slower than usual, as if he’s testing how they sound.

Kuina’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Possibilities, huh?” She tilts her head, studying him. “That’s one way of putting it. Or maybe… a person?”

Chishiya’s silence is uncharacteristic. He feels the pull to dismiss the notion immediately, to scoff at the idea of being distracted by a person, much less affected by them. But instead, he pauses. It’s enough for Kuina to catch on, her curiosity piqued.

“Interesting,” she murmurs, a teasing smile curling on her lips. “You’re actually thinking about someone, aren’t you?” When he doesn’t respond, she presses further. “It’s a girl, right? Did she do something to catch your eye?”

Chishiya finally meets her gaze, his own guarded but not entirely dismissive. “She’s... unusual,” he admits, the words coming out almost reluctantly. “Not like the others.”

Kuina arches an eyebrow. “Unusual how? Smart? Dangerous?”

“Both,” he replies without hesitation. “Efficient, focused. But there’s something else.” He uncrosses his arms, feeling oddly exposed, as though admitting to these thoughts makes them more real, more tangible. “It’s like she’s not playing the same game as the rest of them.”

Kuina studies him for a moment, then lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve got it bad,” she says, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be drawn to someone for more than their utility.”

He scoffs, a ghost of his usual arrogance returning. “Don’t get carried away. I’m only interested because she might be useful.”

“Sure,” Kuina says with a knowing grin. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Chishiya falls silent again, but the truth gnaws at him. He knows it’s more than just her utility in the grand scheme of escaping this hellhole. It’s the way she challenges him—forces him to reevaluate his strategies and makes him wonder if there’s more to this game than just surviving.

He hates how that thought clings to him, even as he tries to push it away.

Chishiya shifts in his chair, feeling a dull ache radiate from his chest. He’s been operating on a different level since encountering you, and the physical reminder feels almost like an anchor to what he’s been trying to navigate.

He glances at Kuina, who’s still watching him with an amused expression, still probing. “You look like you’re plotting something.”

“Just considering my next move,” he replies, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “The game is full of variables, and I need to prepare for them.”

“Variables, huh? Is that what you call her now?” Kuina teases, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table.

“Focus,” he snaps lightly, but there’s no real heat in his voice. Instead, his mind races ahead to the next game, and how he can draw you in, maybe even observe you more closely. He’s already picturing the scenarios—the players, the setting, the stakes.

What he really wants is a way to see you again. To understand the force that pulls him toward you, the complexity that makes you more than just another player. The anticipation churns within him, exciting yet unnerving.

“What if I made a move to recruit her?” he muses aloud, considering the prospect. “She could be an asset. If she operates outside the norm, that could change the dynamics of our strategies.”

“Or it could blow up in your face,” Kuina counters, her tone light but her gaze serious. “You’re not exactly known for your emotionality, Chishiya. What if she doesn’t want to play?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, brushing off her concern. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

But the truth is, he knows that this isn’t merely about the game anymore. It’s about the way you make him feel—like a player in a game he thought he understood, now suddenly complex and exhilarating. Chishiya can’t shake the thought that if he wants to unlock the potential you represent, he’ll have to make a move soon.

He allows himself a moment of vulnerability, resting his chin on his hand as he reflects. “What if I want to see her again, Kuina? What if it’s not just about strategy anymore?”

Kuina’s eyes widen, clearly surprised by his admission. “Wow. You’re actually admitting you care.”

Chishiya rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t get carried away.”

“Sure,” she says, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “Just remember, sometimes the best strategies are the ones that come from the heart.”

With that, Chishiya’s mind drifts again, calculating and assessing. He’ll be ready for the next game. He’ll be prepared to take any risk to find you again, to unravel the mystery of what you truly are: a partner, a rival, or perhaps something more. As the night draws to a close, the shadows deepen, but a flicker of determination ignites within him.

He will see you again.

A few days have passed since the last game, but the adrenaline still courses through your veins, lingering like a ghost. You survived, but the victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the memory of the indifferent blonde boy who’s drawn you in more than you care to admit.

Your thoughts drift back to that game—its intensity still vivid in your mind. It was like no other you’d experienced, where survival felt more like a dance with death than a struggle against it. And he was at the center of it, moving through the chaos with a calculated grace that caught your attention long before you understood why.

It wasn’t just that he was calm under pressure. Plenty of players had nerves of steel. It was his indifference, the way he seemed detached from the dangers around him, as though nothing could touch him. Where others flinched or panicked, he merely observed, as if the unfolding chaos was a puzzle to solve rather than a life-or-death situation. That kind of control was rare in the Borderlands, and in some strange way, it felt like a dare, an unspoken challenge that made you want to test him, to see if there was anything that could shatter that composure.

You remember the moment you locked eyes across the chaos, the way the world seemed to fade into the background. It was brief, but in that instant, it felt like a silent conversation—an understanding that went beyond words. There was something sharp in his gaze, a spark of curiosity that mirrored your own. It was as if he was evaluating you, sizing you up just as you were doing to him. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you were seeing a part of yourself reflected back in those cold, calculating eyes.

But it wasn’t just his composure or his gaze that drew you in. It was the way he acted in those crucial seconds when lives hung in the balance. While others scrambled to save themselves, he made moves that seemed almost playful, like he was toying with the danger rather than simply evading it. There was a thrill in watching him maneuver through the madness with an ease that bordered on arrogance, as though he was always three steps ahead of everyone else—including you.

And then there was the moment when the game ended. You had both survived, of course, but there was something in the way he looked at you afterward, something that lingered, a faint smirk that hinted he had seen more than you’d intended to reveal. It wasn’t pity; it was as if he recognized a kindred spirit, someone who understood the game on a different level. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt truly seen.

That feeling unsettles you even now, as you sit by the fire, staring into the flames. It’s not that you seek validation in the Borderlands; you’ve learned long ago that the only approval that matters is your own. But there’s something about his quiet confidence, the way he seemed to acknowledge you without saying a word, that’s hard to shake. It makes you wonder if he was as unaffected as he appeared or if there was more beneath the surface, something hidden behind that cool exterior.

You clench your jaw, frustrated with yourself for even thinking about him this much. He was just another player—albeit a skilled one—and you’ve dealt with plenty of them before. But there’s a part of you that can’t ignore the way his presence lingers, like a splinter in your mind, a question that refuses to be answered.

Why did he make such an impression on you? Was it his composure, his intelligence, or the quiet thrill of crossing paths with someone who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else? Or was it the way he seemed to see you in return, as if you were more than just a piece on the board?

You realize that you don’t know the answers—and perhaps that’s what’s most intriguing of all. There’s an unfinished quality to your last encounter, a feeling that your story with him isn’t over yet. It’s as if the game itself has drawn a line between you, daring you to cross it again.

You shake your head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that have become stubborn visitors in your mind. Why does he occupy your thoughts so much? Is it his calm indifference, the way he moved with calculated grace? Or is it something more that stirs a curiosity you can’t quite define?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you focus on your routine, an independent existence in the Borderlands, where survival means mastering skills few have the patience to learn. You've carved out a small camp nestled within the trees, camouflaged by foliage, a sanctuary of sorts amidst the chaos.

Every morning, you rise before dawn, the cool air biting at your skin as you check your traps. The gentle sounds of the forest waking around you are a familiar symphony, one you find solace in. You harvest small game—rabbits, birds, whatever you can catch—and meticulously prepare them, savoring the simple act of cooking over a small fire.

Hunting and foraging have become second nature. You collect wild herbs and edible plants, storing them in makeshift pouches crafted from scavenged materials. Each successful hunt reminds you of your resilience and strength.

But even as you focus on these tasks, your mind drifts back to him—the blonde boy from the game. The way his piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, as if he was calculating your every move. It’s unsettling yet exhilarating, a contradiction you can’t wrap your head around.

The sun climbs higher, and you take a break from your chores to wash your hands in a nearby stream, the water refreshing against your skin. As you splash your face, you catch your reflection in the rippling surface, a mix of determination and uncertainty staring back at you.

You spend the afternoon working on camp, reinforcing the makeshift walls and clearing away debris that threatens your space. But even as you work to distract yourself, you can almost feel his presence lurking at the edge of your thoughts, his smirk dancing on your mind like a memory that refuses to fade.

Eventually, you settle on a log outside your camp, a piece of driftwood you dragged from the riverbank. Pulling out your small notebook, you begin to sketch the maps of the Borderlands, noting down resources and potential hideouts. It’s practical, a way to keep your mind sharp, but each mark on the page feels like a tether to the games, to the players who dance around you like shadows.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small, crumpled piece of paper you took from the body during the game. You’ve looked at it countless times since then, trying to make sense of the chaotic scribbles. It’s a series of numbers and symbols—coordinates, perhaps, or some kind of code. Whatever it is, it’s not immediately clear, and that only deepens your curiosity.

You flatten the paper against the rough surface of the log, comparing it with your sketches. Could it be a location in the Borderlands? A clue to something hidden or an upcoming game? The patterns don’t align with any familiar maps, but something about the markings feels deliberate, as though there’s a message buried within them. You trace the lines with your finger, committing them to memory, trying to see what the original owner had seen. What was so important that they’d die with it?

Your mind drifts back to the moment you took it. The blonde boy’s eyes had flickered towards you—just for a heartbeat—when you pocketed the paper. Did he know what it meant, or had he noticed the same curiosity in you that you now feel?

As you draw, memories of the game resurface: his calculated moves, his indifferent demeanor, and the strange thrill of standing against him. There’s something magnetic about his presence, something that both fascinates and frustrates you.

In the fading light of dusk, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the forest wash over you. The call of distant birds, the rustle of branches—each note a reminder that you’re alive, that you’re here, navigating a world filled with peril and unpredictability. But still, the thought lingers. Will your paths cross in the next game, or will you remain a ghost in his memory?

With a sigh, you shake your head and return to your sketches, determination settling in your chest. It doesn’t matter. Yet, in the depths of your mind, a part of you yearns for that inevitable meeting, that chance to unravel the enigma that is the blonde boy.

As darkness settles over the forest, you tuck your notebook away, the images of your maps a promise of the journey ahead. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, new games to navigate. And if fate has its way, perhaps it will also bring him back into your orbit once more.

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x you #chishiya imagine #alice in borderland x reader #im alive #aib chishiya #aib x reader #aib imagine #nijiro murakami #chishiya smut #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut

1K notes · View notes

arxiwon · 10 days ago

Text

Bound in the Game

Pairing: Jungwon x Reader (Enhypen)

Genre: Angst, Smut, Psychological Tension, Possessive, Dark

Synopsis: In a dangerous alternate world reminiscent of Alice in Borderland, you find yourself trapped in a game where survival isn't just about outsmarting the others, but about power, control, and manipulation. Jungwon, an enigmatic and possessive player, has marked you as his own, pulling you into a high-stakes game of lust, survival, and psychological warfare. As the game escalates, so does the tension between you and Jungwon, igniting a dangerous mix of passion and dominance. But when another player enters the scene, determined to claim you for himself, the game takes a darker, more twisted turn. Now, you must decide whether to play by Jungwon’s rules or let someone else steal you away.

You wake up with a jolt, your heart pounding in your chest, struggling to make sense of your surroundings. The last thing you remember is the blinding light that overtook everything before you lost consciousness. But now, you’re standing in a dimly lit, desolate street, a cold wind blowing against your skin. The sound of a distant siren echoes through the empty city, and the air carries a sense of foreboding, as though the world itself is holding its breath.

Jungwon is standing next to you, his expression unreadable as he scans the surroundings, eyes flickering from one shadow to the next. The tension between you both has been palpable ever since you were forced into this twisted game, but neither of you has spoken a word yet.

Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, the world feels still. His usual warmth and ease are gone, replaced by a sharp, calculating gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

“We’re in this together,” he says, his voice low and steady, though there’s an edge to it that wasn’t there before. You can’t tell if it’s a promise or a warning.

You nod silently, the weight of his words settling into your chest. The rules of this game are clear: survive, or die. Each round presents a new, deadly challenge, and no one is spared. The twists and turns you’ve already faced have changed you both, in ways you don’t fully understand yet. But one thing is certain—your relationship has become far more complicated.

The first challenge arrives suddenly, a card flipping in the air in front of you, signaling the start of the game. It’s a red card—a game of "Trust," with high stakes. The rules are simple: you must rely on each other’s instincts, or fail. The game is designed to tear people apart, forcing them to decide who to trust, who to betray.

You glance at Jungwon, your pulse quickening as you realize the implication. If one of you fails, the other will suffer.

You don’t get the chance to speak before Jungwon steps closer to you, his body nearly pressing against yours as his hand reaches out to grip your wrist. His touch is almost too firm, but there’s a tension that simmers beneath it.

“Stay close,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you along. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”

You feel his words as much as hear them—hot breath against your skin, and something more primal in the way he holds you. There’s a moment of hesitation on your part, but it’s fleeting. In this world, hesitation equals death.

The game progresses, each challenge more intimate than the last. It’s the mental manipulation, the psychological warfare, that gets to you—the way Jungwon looks at you, the way his proximity lingers longer than necessary. He’s playing a game within a game, and you’re not sure whether you’re the pawn or the prize.

After a particularly dangerous round, you find yourselves in an abandoned building, alone for the first time in what feels like forever. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as your mind races, still processing the weight of the choices you’ve made and the trust you’ve put in him.

But as the door slams shut behind you, you realize that the real game is just beginning.

Jungwon stands near the window, looking out at the city, his posture tense, like he’s holding something back. You can feel it in the air, thick and suffocating. The magnetic pull between you two is undeniable now, charged with so much unspoken tension that it makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re trying to control everything, aren’t you?” you finally say, your voice barely a whisper. The words slip out before you can stop them, the frustration and fear mixing into something more dangerous.

Jungwon doesn’t turn to look at you immediately. He seems to savor the silence for a moment, then slowly, deliberately, his gaze meets yours. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice is low, almost predatory. “In this game, control is everything.”

Your chest tightens. The air around you feels charged, and suddenly, the distance between you two doesn’t seem like enough. The thought crosses your mind—if you let him take control, would you survive?

Before you can think further, he moves. It’s fast, sudden, and you don’t have time to react. He’s on you before you know it, his hand gripping your chin, tilting your head back to expose your throat. His lips brush against your skin, and for a moment, all you can do is shiver under his touch.

“Stay still,” Jungwon growls, his voice rough with a hunger you can’t quite place. His lips move down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. The feeling of him so close, so commanding, makes your pulse race, a mix of fear and something else—something darker.

You can feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity that he holds over you. There’s a split second where you hesitate, and in that moment, Jungwon’s grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“This game... it’s about survival, remember?” His words are like a warning, but the heat in them makes you shudder. “And I plan on winning. But the question is... will you be strong enough to play with me?”

You swallow hard, the heat in your body rising as you realize what he’s asking. You’re caught in his web, unable to look away, unable to escape. The boundaries between survival and desire blur, and in this game, the stakes couldn’t be higher.

Without warning, he presses you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with a force that takes your breath away. The kiss is urgent, desperate—like a man starving. His hands roam, pulling at your clothes, eager to claim what he can. But you don’t resist. Instead, you meet him with the same fervor, knowing that this—whatever this is—is your new reality.

The game has already begun. And you’re not sure who will be left standing when it’s over.

Jungwon’s lips pull away from yours, but the heat from his kiss lingers, suffocating the space between you two. His breath is harsh, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours as his hands continue to roam, moving from your shoulders down to your waist, grasping at you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. His eyes are dark, something primal swirling in their depths.

"You're mine now," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, like a threat wrapped in desire. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, soft yet possessive, as if he's marking you. "In this game, no one can protect you but me. You understand that, don't you?"

You should feel fear, you should resist, but the words hit something deep inside you—a place where something raw and unspoken stirs. You hate that it excites you. You hate how easily he’s able to make you forget everything except him.

You force yourself to speak, but your voice betrays you, shaky and filled with unspoken longing. "I... I’m not your pawn, Jungwon."

His smile is slow, calculated, like he knows exactly how to play this game. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You say that now. But every move you make from here on out will show just how much you belong to me."

His words should make you recoil. They should make you fight back, but they don’t. Instead, they light a fire inside you that you can't extinguish, a need so strong it overwhelms your senses. You hate how much you're drawn to him, to his dominance, his control. It makes you feel weak, and yet you can't pull away.

Jungwon’s hands find the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, deliberately, exposing your skin to the cool air. His eyes trace every inch of your exposed body, and his fingers hover just above your skin, making your breath hitch with anticipation.

“Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want,” he whispers, his lips barely brushing against your collarbone. “You crave the control, just as much as I do.”

You shiver, a mixture of defiance and desire clashing inside you. You want to fight, to refuse, but the urge to give in—to let him take you, claim you—becomes overwhelming. The game has become more than just a test of survival. It’s become a battle for something darker, something more intense, and you can’t help but wonder how much you’ll lose in the end.

His lips return to yours, hard and demanding, as he pushes you against the wall again. Your hands instinctively reach up to grip his shirt, tugging him closer, if that’s even possible. You feel the press of his body against yours, the warmth and the tension blending into something that makes it hard to breathe.

You want him. There’s no denying it. Every kiss, every touch, only feeds the need inside you. But as his hands move to the zipper of your jeans, you hesitate.

A cruel smile plays at the corners of his mouth when he notices. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.”

His fingers move faster, unzipping your jeans and pushing them down your hips with ease. The intensity in his gaze doesn’t falter, his hands deftly pushing you toward the edge of the bed that’s somehow appeared in the room.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growls, his tone dark, demanding. He pushes you onto the bed, his body following quickly, pinning you beneath him with a force that leaves no room for escape. His lips are on you again, fierce, desperate, as if he can’t get enough.

You fight the urge to give in completely, to let him control everything, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult. His hand slides under your thigh, lifting it to wrap around his waist as he grinds against you, the friction sending a wave of heat coursing through your veins.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I’m the one who gets to decide what happens next.”

You meet his gaze, defiant but shaking, your body responding to his touch in ways you can’t control. You can feel the power in his presence, the way he owns every inch of the space between you, and despite yourself, you want to let him.

“You want me to take you apart piece by piece, don’t you?” he murmurs against your lips, his voice like silk, smooth and deadly. “You want me to break you and put you back together.”

Your heart races at his words. Your body betrays you, aching for him, and before you can protest, he’s already sliding off your jeans, tossing them aside like they’re nothing. His fingers trace along the line of your panties, just barely grazing the sensitive skin underneath, sending shivers down your spine.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Jungwon says, his voice a mixture of amusement and something far darker. “I can feel it in your body. You want this. You want me.”

A part of you wants to push him away, to remind him that this isn’t just about lust. But in this world, in this game, the line between control and submission has blurred, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming desire he’s ignited within you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand slips into your panties. “I’ll make sure you understand exactly how much you belong to me.”

His fingers find their mark, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up. You gasp, a breathless sound that barely escapes your lips, and Jungwon chuckles darkly. He knows the effect he has on you, and he’s not letting go.

Every movement, every touch is a reminder that you’re no longer just playing a game of survival. You’re caught in a web of lust, power, and control, and there’s no escaping him. Not now, not ever.

Jungwon's fingers continue their slow, teasing motions against you, driving you insane with every careful, deliberate stroke. The feeling of his touch—so possessive and unrelenting—makes your skin burn with need. He’s pushing you to the edge, and it feels like there’s nothing you can do but surrender to the fire igniting within you.

“You’re already this wet for me,” he murmurs, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips as he watches your reactions closely. His eyes flicker with amusement, but there's something darker in them, something more calculating. "Tell me, does this feel like control to you?"

You bite your lip, trying to suppress the desperate moans bubbling up inside you. The words catch in your throat, torn between wanting to remain defiant and the undeniable pull of his dominance.

"You want this... don’t you?" Jungwon's voice drops to a low, teasing whisper, his finger circling slowly, gently, before he presses in deeper.

A gasp slips from you, your back arching involuntarily as his fingers slide inside you. Your body betrays you, trembling under his touch. The way he moves, so confident, so sure of himself, makes you feel weak, exposed in ways you never expected.

“I know you want to say something,” Jungwon continues, his voice barely more than a growl, “but don’t say it unless you're ready to accept the consequences.”

His words, loaded with both threat and promise, only send you spiraling deeper into this dark, intoxicating pull. Every breath you take feels shaky, fragile, as though the mere air is charged with an electricity you can’t escape.

You grip the bed sheets tightly, trying to steady yourself as the pleasure builds within you, but Jungwon doesn’t let you settle. His free hand moves to your chest, pushing you down into the bed, forcing you to meet his gaze. His face is inches from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body, mixing with your own.

“I’m not letting you get away with pretending you don’t need me,” he growls, his tone sharp and commanding. “Because I know you do. Your body gives you away.”

He pulls his fingers away suddenly, making you gasp in frustration. You’re left hanging, desperate for more, but Jungwon just watches you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You want me to finish it, don’t you?” he taunts, his lips curling into a sly smile. His eyes flicker to your exposed body, as though drinking in the sight of you, and something about the way he looks at you sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.

You bite your lip, the intensity of the situation consuming every rational thought. But your defiance still stirs within you, even though your body is practically screaming for him to finish what he started.

Without warning, Jungwon shoves your thighs apart, positioning himself between your legs. He doesn’t waste time; his hands grasp your hips firmly, lifting you slightly as he aligns himself with you. His eyes never leave yours, and the intensity of his gaze is enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

“This is where you belong,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough, the words a command as much as a declaration.

You can’t even form a coherent response, your mind completely blank as the weight of the moment hits you. Everything about this feels so right, so dangerous. You can’t stop yourself from wanting him, craving every inch of his touch, even though you know it’s only going to pull you deeper into this twisted game.

He thrusts into you without hesitation, the feeling of him filling you so completely that you gasp, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. He gives you no time to adjust, moving relentlessly, making each thrust deeper, faster, like a man determined to claim every part of you.

The pressure in your core builds quickly, the pleasure mixing with an edge of pain as Jungwon takes what he wants, pushing you further into the bed with each powerful movement. His hands dig into your hips, holding you in place, ensuring you can’t escape even if you wanted to.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his breath coming in shallow pants as he loses himself in you. His pace never falters, each thrust more punishing than the last, and it feels like he’s carving his mark into your very soul.

You try to hold back, to stay composed, but your body betrays you with every movement. The pleasure is too much, too intense, and soon you’re moaning, your voice muffled against the pillow as you try to bite back your cries.

Jungwon doesn’t let you. He pulls your hair back roughly, forcing you to look at him, to meet his eyes as he drives into you relentlessly. His lips are close to yours, and he speaks with a low, guttural growl.

“Say it. Say you belong to me.”

You can’t stop yourself from gasping, the words spilling out before you can think.

“I... I belong to you,” you manage to choke out, your body trembling beneath his touch.

His smile is wicked, satisfied, as he continues his brutal pace. He can feel your walls tightening around him, the way your body betrays you with every stroke. But he’s not done yet.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Every inch of you is mine.”

The words send another wave of heat coursing through your veins, and you finally let go, letting the pleasure take over completely. Your back arches, your body convulsing beneath him as you reach your release, a cry tearing from your throat.

Jungwon isn’t far behind. With a final, punishing thrust, he follows you, spilling himself into you with a harsh grunt, his body shuddering against yours. He stays there for a moment, his breath ragged as he rests his forehead against yours.

For a few seconds, neither of you move. The weight of the moment, the intensity of the connection, fills the room with a suffocating heat.

When Jungwon finally pulls away, his expression is unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. Satisfaction? Possession? You can’t quite tell.

But you know one thing for sure: this game is far from over. And you’ve just given him everything he’s wanted.

Jungwon pulls away from you, his breath heavy as he watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness. You can barely focus on anything but the intense aftershocks still rippling through your body. The air is thick with the remnants of your intimacy, the weight of what’s just transpired settling heavily on both of you.

But just as you're about to breathe a sigh of relief, something changes. The sound of footsteps echo through the hallway, distant but growing louder with every passing second. The heavy thuds of boots on concrete make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Jungwon tenses beside you, his body rigid, his eyes narrowing in the direction of the noise. He’s alert now, the ease that once filled the air between you replaced by a cold, calculating intensity. He grabs your wrist firmly, pulling you into him, hiding you in the shadows of the room.

“You stay quiet,” he whispers fiercely, his grip tightening on you. His voice is full of warning, but also something else—something darker. “We can’t afford any distractions.”

Your heart races in your chest as you try to steady your breathing, but the tension in the air is suffocating. The footsteps are getting closer. It’s clear someone else is in the game, and they’re not here to play nice.

Suddenly, the door to the room you’re in creaks open, and the tall figure of another player steps inside. He’s a stranger to you, tall and broad-shouldered with dark eyes that seem to gleam with malicious intent. His gaze flicks over to where you and Jungwon are hidden, and a slow smile spreads across his face, like he’s already figured out what’s going on.

“Well, well,” the stranger says, his voice smooth and almost mocking. “Looks like we have a little game of our own going on here.”

Jungwon steps forward, his body blocking you from the stranger’s view, his posture tense with warning. His eyes narrow into a sharp glare, a subtle but unmistakable possessiveness radiating off him.

“You should leave,” Jungwon warns, his voice low and dangerous. “This game doesn’t involve you.”

The stranger’s laugh is low, almost a chuckle, as if he finds the situation amusing. “Doesn’t involve me? I think it does. You’re in my territory now. And I’ve never been one to share.”

Without missing a beat, he takes a few steps closer, his eyes locking onto yours, a predatory gleam in them. He steps into your personal space, his presence oppressive and suffocating. He’s no longer looking at Jungwon but you, as if you’re the only thing that matters now.

“I think you and I could have some fun,” the stranger says, his voice dripping with something darker, more twisted. His hand reaches toward your arm, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, sending a cold shiver down your spine. “What do you think?”

You flinch back instinctively, the unease rising in your chest as your mind scrambles to make sense of the situation. Your body still reacts to his touch, but not with the same warmth that Jungwon’s presence brings. No, this feels like danger—like he’s testing the waters to see how far he can push you.

Jungwon moves in front of you, his body a solid wall between you and the stranger. His eyes flare with fury, his jaw clenched tightly, but his voice remains unnervingly calm. “Touch her again, and I’ll make you regret it.”

The stranger raises an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by Jungwon’s threat. “Is this how you think you’ll keep her? Through intimidation? You’re playing a dangerous game, boy.”

But before Jungwon can respond, the stranger steps closer, his gaze shifting from Jungwon back to you. He’s closing the space between you, and you feel trapped. The unease builds as his hand moves to your face, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear in a disturbingly gentle motion.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs. His breath is too close to your skin, and you feel your stomach churn with disgust. “You could do so much better than him.”

Your heart races in your chest, and your mind reels. This is it—this is the moment where everything could shift. If Jungwon doesn’t act fast, this stranger could take you from him, could make you another pawn in this twisted game.

Jungwon steps forward, his posture aggressive now, like he’s ready to strike. His hand grabs the stranger’s wrist, jerking it away from your face with a force that makes the other man wince. The tension in the room is so thick, it’s suffocating.

“I said,” Jungwon growls, his voice low and dangerous, “stay the hell away from her.”

The stranger glares, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes now. He’s no longer so confident, no longer so sure that he can take what he wants. Jungwon is in full control now—dominant, possessive, unwilling to let anyone else touch what’s his.

The stranger hesitates for a moment, looking between you and Jungwon, calculating his next move. Finally, after a long, tense silence, he chuckles darkly.

“You’re lucky, kid. This time.” He sneers, his gaze once again settling on you. “But don’t think I won’t be back.”

With that, he turns and storms out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a resounding thud.

You’re left standing there, your heart racing, your body still trembling from the encounter. Jungwon remains still for a moment, as if measuring the situation, before turning to you. His expression is cold, controlled, but there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes—something possessive and dangerous.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, but still laced with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

You nod, but your mind is still reeling from the stranger’s touch, from the way he made you feel like a prize to be won.

“I’ll make sure no one else touches you,” Jungwon says firmly, his hand reaching for yours. “You’re mine. No one else gets to play with you.”

You look up at him, meeting his gaze, and you can see it—the promise in his eyes. He’s not going to let anyone take you from him. And maybe, just maybe, you don’t want that either.

322 notes · View notes

elenor222 · 3 months ago

Text

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Summary: Chishiya abandons reader and they reunite in the King of Diamonds. Only one leaves the supreme court.

Word count: 1.6k

“Fuck fuck Chishi”

Chishiya groaned hearing his name on your tongue. His mouth sucked harder on your clit. He felt at authority when you let out those squeals of his name. You were a panting mess in his arms. Body arched to match Chishiya’s pace. Cunt gushing for the platinum man.

This was just another day on the beach for both of you. You weren’t exclusive per se, but there was no other for either of you. Things would change for the better in the real world, you hoped. You genuinely liked the man. The small things he did for you, always brushing off your insecurities and making you feel special.

It started when you were placed next to his room, the random Tuesday you arrived. He had only raised an eyebrow. You were wary of these people at first, so welcoming, so normal. But then you were let in on the executive secrets by Chishiya. And you could finally breathe knowing this was no safe haven the hatter proclaimed.

Chishiya had quickly taken a liking to you. You joined the same games and he protected you. And then one day when you went paired together, you had kissed his lips for a brief second with no announcement. Both of you were surprised but nonetheless, he liked it you presumed. Because since that day whenever you were not paired together, you always ended up in his room, gagging and moaning.

Likewise, you were kept safe in the 10 of hearts game. You were with Kuina when Momoka was killed. There was no way for either of you to be the killer. And so you hid where Chishiya told you to, never once coming out. That is until you smelled the smoke rummaging through the building. You were sure they had destroyed what remained of the beach.

Was it even okay to come out even when chishiya hadn’t asked you to? You couldn’t think much as you sprinted across the hallways in a coughing fit in search of the white hood, only to be disappointed. You watched the beach fall to crumbles. You only hoped the rest of your friends were okay.

And then you were left to fend for yourself. Living on scraps. You thought about chishiya often. You could finally see the clear picture; he had used you. Hatter had known you from the real life. He prioritised you, and through you, chishiya got his executive position. You laughed thinking about all the sympathetic looks Arisu and Usagi gave you. They’d known too.

Then the face cards showed up. With no option and time running out, you joined the jack of clubs. It was a bold feat, considering the clubs were group games, but it seemed better than dying of the king of spades’ ammo.

It was a simple game really, you had to climb the ropes until the jack of clubs fell. Which meant, you needn’t need keep to keep scaling, you had to form an alliance to trip the jack.

So that’s what you did, you held onto your rope and started to swing and tear at others. It wasn’t the best strategy, but it worked.

You left with the card on fire.

The closest next game was the king of diamonds, so you rummaged through the city getting to the place. You met Kuina and Arisu on the way, battered and bruised. They looked surprised to see you alive. There was no denying that they thought you couldn’t survive without Chisiya. So, you wished them the best and went ahead with a heavy heart.

The game was in the supreme court. Your eyes twinkled in amusement. You walked in picking up a flower from the garden. You tucked it in your matted hair. Breathing in and taking in the buzz of bees you felt alive in the longest time.

And there he was, shuntaro chishiya sitting in the leather seats, in all his glory. His eyes widened, which you perceived was, like others, surprise to see you alive. He quickly neutralised his face and give you a small wave. It was always like this even back at the beach, you wondered how you could miss the shady laughs he shared with Kuina when they saw you.

You forced a smile at him and took a seat. You were instantly locked in there with a water bowl resting above your head. Would you be poured acid on? You looked up and smirked. Not a ridiculous assumption considering the absurdity of the borderlands.

Kuzuryu, the former no. 3 sat as the king of diamonds. You weren’t particularly fond of this man, but you wouldn’t kill him either. Come to think of it, he and Mira always seemed to disappear in the early mornings. Back then you had assumed it was only an affair.

Chishiya said something to the man which he completely ignored as the rules of the game was explained.

BALANCE SCALE.

‘Oh. Mathematics.’ Was your first thought. You felt a at ease before you heart had quickened its pace.

The game was only clear when there was one remaining. As it would appear, both Chishiya and you, wouldn’t be leaving this room together. however bad the circumstances may be, you had assumed, there would be a truce. Isn’t that how the fairytale always ended?

Round 1.

You think about the calculations, the numbers, and his betrayal. But then none of it makes sense. You can’t win by logic. You need to think what the others were thinking. You look up and lock eyes with chishiya.

You choose 33 and turn your gaze at the other people, the king wins. Chishiya tries to sway him with his words, you get the technique, being the victim to the same. As the rounds go on, much are revealed about the other players. As the points go down, the room fills with tension. Asuma and Yashiro are the first to die in the 10th round.

Round 11.

It leaves the three of you and two new rules.

Chishiya guesses the exact number on round 12. Both you and kuzuryu lose two points. You drop to -7 and kuzuryu to -8. Chishiya was surprisingly at -9. He was playing with a different strategy you assumed. He wanted to test kuzuryu and his thesis of equality. You sympathised with him, sure, but how fair was the game when you didn’t even want to be there?

There were three options for you, choose 0 or 1 and if the other two chose the same, they’d lose all at once. Or if one chose the same as you and the other chose higher or lower, it was sure to cut out the guy who chose the same. You could choose at random too, and let the both guess your game. You weren’t going to die this round, and that was clear. So why not have some fun?

But you had to lose the round for Chishiya to live. Kuzuryu looked deep in thought. He would choose 1, you were sure. And if you chose the same it would bring both of you down two points and the king would be dead. Chishiya and you would be tied at -9. That is to say chishiya would have to choose any number other than 1 to win. You glanced up at chishiya.

He quirked his eyebrow’s understanding your indications. He had always assumed you weren’t this smart and not to mention, you could kill him as of now. You simply gave a discreet nod, and watched the round play itself.

Kuzuryu had done what you expected him to. He looked up you and your breathing stopped for a moment; you wondered if he could see through you whereas he wondered if his balance scale had fallen prey to mortal manipulation again. He closed his eyes and let out a sign. The took off his glasses and let a tear fall. You watched him, emotionless. Chishiya bid his goodbyes to him. The aqua regia fell on the King.

Three burning corpses and two shallow bodies remained.

You grinned at the Cheshire cat as the last rule was added.

“Was any of it even real?” you asked with a smile.

Chishiya looked down. He didn’t know what to say. He knew your birthday and your favourite song. But none of it was enough. It was never going to be. He was mean and you were blind. You were always a pawn to him. Both of you felt free to be released from the bonds that kept your heads clouded. He was moved by Kuzuryu and his past.

He closed his eyes. “I was a doctor” he said with a quaint voice.

You wondered if that was supposed to serve as some kind of closure. If that could determine who deserved to live. He glanced at the timer; he couldn’t be your lover. He’d not come this far to give up.

He chooses a 100 and shows you the pad. You feel the wind knock out of your lungs. You had two minutes on the clock, and there he was again making you think you had a choice. Kuzuryu, that bastard, sure made this game to bring balance.

You let out a chuckle. You chose your birth date.

GAME CLEAR

The robotic voice sang.

“For what’s it worth, I really liked you. I’ll win this for you” Chishiya let a smile slip.

Your lock unclasps. His hands grasp the table. His bowl starts to fill.

“I think, ill win it myself Chisi. Now, how about you give me the hoodie for old times’ sake?”

Authors note: wdym I posted twice in two days without receiving any response??????haha. Requests are open btw.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #arisu ryohei #usagi tsukino #kuina hikari #aguni morizono #× reader

269 notes · View notes

niragisimp · 2 years ago

Text

The Pain Before (Niragi X Reader) Part 11

Part Ten, Series Masterlist, Part 12

Niragi's door slammed behind him as he entered his room, his mind still clouded with anger. 'What the hell was Chishiya there for?' he thought, his stomach turning in disgust. 'He should just know when to die,' he looked at his gun for a moment before shaking his head. 'Aguni would kill me if I just shot another executive out of nowhere.' His frustration getting the best of him, he took the nearest object his hands could find and threw it into the mirror. The sight of the glass shattering didn't do much, but it did give him a moment's peace. He could break whatever, or whoever, he wanted, given the right time.

He turned when his door opened, Aguni standing firm in the doorway. "Niragi. C'mon, we have a job to do." He smiled, muffling a laugh as he knew exactly what that meant. He might not be able to kill Chishiya, but he could kill someone and for now, that was enough. Niragi followed Aguni out of the room and through the building, his trigger finger already twitching as it rested on the side of his rifle propped on his shoulder.

The people cleared the way as he walked, something he never got tired of seeing. They both exited through the fire exit on the side of the building, its alarm gone with most battery devices. The noise from the pool grew quieter as they hastened their pace, Niragi practically running with anticipation. His eyes lit up as he saw them; traitors. Their hands were tied behind their backs, speckles of blood wet on the cement. Some already had swollen lips, some resting their bloodied faces on the ground, their bodies unsteady. Niragi's excitement might've gotten the best of him as he hadn't even noticed Aguni standing back, watching him carefully as he began to beat a traitor with the stock of his rifle.

The moon had taken its place in the sky by the time Niragi returned to his room. His shirt was bloody and his arms ached from beating men so mercilessly. He sighed heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the bed. He turned his attention to the bathroom, a new mirror had already taken the last's place above the sink. Niragi turned the water on overhead, unbuckling his belt and undressing. He steps in as the mirror starts to fog, the hot water washing over him as he runs his hands through his hair. He pulls out his hair tie as his body relaxes, the heat soothing his aches.

His mind began to wander against his will, the memories of the morning still lingering in his mind. He recalls the way the light hit your eyes when you opened them in the morning, the way you clutched his shirt to your chest as he kissed you. He closed his eyes when the thoughts persisted, 'She'll be the death of me,' he thought. He stood under the water unmoving until it went cold, lost in a battle with himself until he came to his resolve. 'If it's ever her or me...'

Niragi turned off the water, shaking his black hair of water. He pushed it back, grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself quickly. The sooner he delivered his resolve, the better he would be. He dressed in fresh clothes and grabbed his rifle, heading out into the hallway. Words kept repeating in his mind, words that made his heart hurt, but nonetheless, he kept repeating them. 'She is nothing to me. She can't be.'

You ran into your room, how you made it there without falling on your face you still weren't sure. Your back slammed the door closed behind you, your body giving in and hitting the floor. You slumped against the door, hugging your knees to your chest as you bawled. 'How could Chishiya do that to me? We... We were friends, weren't we?' The tears came harder the more you thought, your wails echoing through your room.

Your mind told you to lift your head at the sudden sound, but your body didn't want to listen. It wasn't until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you tightly that you realized what, or who, it was; Niragi. You could see his gun on the floor behind him by your bed, but your senses were more focused on the smell of his hair, still damp. You couldn't help the tears that overflowed harder, practically crashing your body into his.

You buried your face in his chest, his silk shirt taking on the tears as his hand caressed your back slowly. You could hear a sound come from him, a soothing one at that. The arms around you tightened, his hand stroking your hair. You could feel him placing soft kisses on the top of your head in between your cries of pain.

The both of you sat in front of the door, Niragi's arms around you as your puffy eyes grew tired. Niragi pulled away from you, unwrapping your arms from him gently. He lifted your tired face so you'd look at him, watching you carefully. His other hand goes to your cheek, wiping away the last remnant of tears softly. Niragi gasped as you grabbed his hand, nuzzling the side of your face in it, holding your own hand over his.

You could see the surprise on his face, but the feeling had such a calm to it. You told yourself it was the warmth, but you were starting to think it was him, instead. His onyx eyes darted back and forth between yours as you looked at each other before he spoke, "... Who did this to you?" You bit the inside of your lip, wanting to look away from him. His grip became firm on your chin, even lowering his head so you'd be forced to look at him, "... Was it Chishiya?" You could feel your face betray you as his eyes grew with anger, his jaw clenching.

He lets go of you and stands up abruptly, his body tensing. You watch him shocked, unsure of what was going on until you saw him pick up his rifle. You felt your heart start to quicken with panic as he started for the door without another word. He stopped as he felt your hand grab his, pulling it towards you. Without turning to look at you, "What're you doing, (Y/N)?" he said without even giving you a moment's glance. You sat in silence for a moment, just relishing his hand in your own before you felt it tense up, you spoke. "... Why do you always leave?"

You kept your eyes on the floor as you spoke, not wanting him to see you so vulnerable. You felt his hand leave yours, your body aching for that particular warmth again almost immediately. Your body suddenly felt so cold, shivers traveling down your back. You held your breath as you saw him crouch down on the ground in front of you, his hand pulling your face up to meet his, your nose just barely brushing up on his. He held you like that for a moment before speaking, "Why're you looking at me like that?"

You wanted words to come out, but they just wouldn't obey you. You pulled away from his hand, your body nearly falling backward into the wall behind you before Niragi's arm clutched you to him. Your brain yelled at you to push away as it stared at the rifle just inches away, but your heart relished in the closeness.

Niragi leaned down into your ear carefully, you could hear the metal piercing on his tongue gently clasp against his teeth for a brief moment as he licked his lips before whispering, "Anyone else that hurts you," you gasped as his fingers dug into your waist, "... deserves to die." You felt your back hit the wall as he let go of you, standing again and swinging the door open. You rushed towards him, your mind racing, "Niragi!"

He propped his rifle up onto his shoulder as his mind gathered itself. He only stopped when he heard you run after him, your footing sloppy. "Niragi, stop!" He clenched his jaw and swung around as you grabbed his shirt, trying to pull him back to no avail. He tried to hold the anger in his voice back as he spoke, "What part do you not understand, (Y/N)?" Niragi could tell he failed by how you looked at him after. You looked so scared, of him, of all people. He said he would protect you, but at this rate what exactly was he protecting you from?

His face grew soft as tears slowly started pouring out from your eyes unwillingly. Your eyes were already so tired, red from exhaustion. He couldn't help but hesitate going forward, his mind still screaming from not following through on his resolve to be rid of you. This was why he had made his resolve; seeing you in pain made him sympathetic, angry, and even hurt, one could say. Watching you be happy made him jealous, and frustrated when it wasn't being purely directed at him. All things that would easily get someone killed in the Borderlands.

"P-please... Please don't kill him..." The look of defeat on your face said it all for him; killing Chishiya would hurt you. But why? He was nothing more than a snake in the grass, always planning on who to bite next. 'Killing him would surely be best in the long run,' he thought. 'It might hurt her now, but she'll be better later. She'll understand. I'll make her understand.'

He nearly laughed as his thoughts made more and more sense. "And why not?" Niragi watched as your eyes spilled over again, your brain turning any wheel it could to think of a reason that might appeal to him. He only gave you a moment before turning his back, brushing off the hand that held him back. "You'll thank me later."

"If you kill him... I don't even want to see or hear from you ever again." He stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around to look at you. He scanned you for any signs of a bluff; he didn't find a single one. You stood sloppily, body staggering, but your eyes told the truth. He could feel something drop in the pit of his stomach as his mind was wiped of any thought. His hand tightened on his rifle in the empty hallway, devoid of people.

He approached you quickly, grabbing your arm to hold you steady. His fingers gripped you tight enough to bruise as he stared into you, anger in his eyes. "You don't need him, I--" His throat trapped his words from being released, his thoughts screaming. 'I'm stronger, smarter. I can protect you. I'm more powerful. I'm better.'

Your words were low, almost a whisper, "He's my friend..."

"I'm better! That snake would let you die if he had the chance! Hell, he might even kill you himself!" You jumped back as Niragi yelled, but his grip kept you in place. You swallowed every fear and survival instinct you had since coming to this place. Every instinct that told you not to speak back, not to taunt a man holding a literal rifle just inches from you with the safety almost always off.

"... Th-then prove it."

Niragi stared at you almost dumbfounded, your words sparking confusion throughout his body. "What?"

"Prove it to me." You mustered up all your courage as you tried to speak firmly, "Don't kill him. If you're better than him," you took a quick breath hoping, no, praying, that this wouldn't get you shot. "Then please do me that favor... F-for me..."

You did your best to hold yourself steady, biting your tongue to stop your lips from shaking. You could feel your knees start to buckle under the weight of Niragi's gaze. "... And if he hurts you again?" He spat out his words, the disgust clear in his tone. "T-then... Then I won't question you again."

The thought was a tempting one as he contemplated. Some part of him wanted to rejoice; you would never question him again, and you'd do it willingly, at that. Another part of him grew upset, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason. His piercing traced his teeth as he thought about it for a moment, ignoring the voice in the back of his mind.

His lips turned upwards into a smirk as he replied, "Deal."

You felt your entire body relax at a moment's notice, your legs finally giving in to the floor. Niragi stood for a second shocked before swinging his rifle strap across his chest, pushing his gun behind him. He grabbed your arm and waist, hoisting you up carefully. He pressed your body against his trying to get a look into your eyes. They both rested closed, swollen from a day of tears. He couldn't help the feeling of unease as he wrapped your arm around his neck, placing his hands on your back and under your legs. His knees lifted you up carefully as he held your body tightly to his.

Niragi kicked the door partially to crack it, the weight of his body opening it for him. He kicked the door again, and once he heard the satisfying click behind him, he became more relaxed. He carefully laid you on the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and resting it under your head. Niragi threw his bloodied shirt from earlier down to the floor, kicking it under his bed. He went to his closet as he heard you stir in his mattress, grabbing his favorite shirt and bringing it to you.

You felt his hand shake your shoulder gently, ushering you to open your eyes. You could tell your eyelids were still puffy and sore when you complied, a soft groan escaping your lips. Your mental state had seen much better days, even in the Borderlands. With the help of Niragi, you were sat up, slumped over in the bed. You couldn't help but feel out of place; your eyes wandering an unfamiliar room. You felt your arms being moved without your strength, a soft fabric covering you.

Niragi sighed, gaining your attention. Your eyes caught his as he stared at you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of your hair back, his fingers lingering behind your ear.

"I hope you know how big that favor is."

Your breath hitched for a moment at the tone in his voice; it was so soft, so mesmerizing, and yet, it felt like a threat at the same time. Without words, you simply nodded in response. You felt your throat go dry, suddenly remembering what happened the last time you were in this room those many nights ago.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't feel yourself being pulled back into the bed. You stole a quick glance to your side, eyeing Niragi on your right. You hid your face in the dark as the realization hit you; the warmth from his chest was from a lack of a shirt. The deep breaths you took to steady your heart weren't much help as Niragi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your back into his chest.

The first thing you noticed was the heat from his body; it was soothing in its own way. It melted through the silk shirt you were wearing, right to your skin. You could feel his face nuzzled into your neck, and you could've sworn your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Niragi smiled proudly; he could hear your heart beating rapidly. He decided to push himself just a bit further, placing his hand along your thigh. He'd let go of his anger for just tonight so he could lay next to you peacefully. Even if it wasn't how he wanted, he did still get to prove that he was better than Chishiya. It didn't go the way he wanted, no. But while the snake was in his room alone, Niragi had you pressed up against him in his bed.

He closed his eyes as he made a new resolve, one that defied his character in every way. It made his instincts scream, but he could retrain them, given time. He would get you to feel the same way for him as he does for you, one way or another. It surprised him; how quickly his mind could be changed when you were around him. He was so confident in himself just an hour ago, ready to kick you to the curb. But every time you came around, all those thoughts disappeared.

Niragi listened carefully as your breath deepened, your heart finally steadying. He lay there for a moment, carefully planning his next objective. To kill Chishiya would take time, especially if you kept associating with him. He would slip up eventually, making his true intentions known. A snake doesn't hide in the grass for long.

72 notes · View notes

fraulein-turpentine · 3 months ago

Text

The worst, most toxic, murderous couple I can think of, Chishiya and Niragi. I wouldn’t wish them on anyone except the other.

57 notes · View notes

hwallazia · 1 year ago

Text

LATE NIGHT WORSHIP – 김홍중

⋆ synopsis. just hongjoong being the best boyfriend in the world fingering you in your sleep <3

pairing. kim hongjoong & fem! reader

wc. 0,8k

warnings. softest dom! hongjoong, somnophilia (only practice this with your partner’s consent!), clit play, fingering, praise, overstimulation, reader’s very whiny, sweetest touches from hongjoong <3

nic’s notes ⋆ i had this thought a few days ago and i had to write it. also, i got inspiration from a banda sunato (from alice in borderland) smut ff i wrote in spanish.

It was past 2 am, and Hongjoong was still awake, sitting by the bed frame and watching his sleepy little fool snuggling in his arms, finding comfort in them. Your eyes were red because you cried and begged him to hold you while you were sleeping just a few hours ago. Your hands cutely grabbed his shirt like a child who is afraid of having his lollipop taken away. The small hiccup that erupts from you can be barely heard.

Cute.

He’s been playing with your hair for hours, occasionally kissing you on the forehead, his hands often pulling you closer to him.

The silence was comfortable enough for him, and he treasured moments like this with you by his side.

But soon the silence was interrupted when he felt you move in your sleep, letting out a noise that he couldn’t tell what it was. He stopped moving and tried to kiss your forehead repeatedly to calm your movement.

After a few seconds, Hongjoong finally identified your noise as sobs, considering that your breathing started to get even heavier. With the idea of you having a nightmare set on his head, he shushed you, singing you a lullaby in an attempt to make the nightmare go away.

Just a few seconds later, the sound you made started to turn into a moan, and he immediately stopped when he noticed that you were having a wet dream.

He smiled to himself, taking a look at your face: you wrinkled your nose, biting your lips, mouth slightly open. there’s a bead of sweat on your forehead, and he silently curses himself for not noticing how you’re rubbing your thighs right now.

Without much thought, he spread your legs, making you shudder in your sleep. With the cold breeze hitting your wet pussy, his finger already found its way to your pussy, only to discover that there is indeed a noticeable wet spot on your panties.

He traced small circles with his finger, playing with your wetness, which caused you to make small noises in your sleep, involuntary moans escaping your lips.

Then he pushed your panties to the side and, without further thought, his thumb pressed your cute little button. You squirmed in his grip and tried to close your legs when his long finger hit that spot only he could reach, only for his other free hand to push your legs apart.

“Joong…” You whimpered in your sleep, which gave him some sense of power.

He can feel himself getting hard by the second, his cock restrained against his pants, screaming to free himself from that piece of fabric. The head of his cock was pushing against your ass, and with you writhing against him, it pretty much didn’t help.

He wanted to fuck you right then and there, pushing his cock into your ass, your pussy, your mouth, making you cry in your sleep, driving you over your limit, making your dreams come true. All while you’re still sleeping. He wanted to do it all.

But he decided that seeing you so helpless and crying from any source of contact is more important than that… for now.

You were hiding your face against his neck, breathing increasingly heavier when Hongjoong pinched your clit, earning a pout from your lips.

He rubbed your clit, using your wetness as lubricant to make it more slippery. He can’t help but feel stunned as he looks at you.

He stopped when he noticed your legs were shaking, before rubbing against them again.

“Joong… ’want more,” You murmured sleepily against his neck, pushing your hips up to find any source of pressure, of relief.

“Shh… Just sleep. M’gonna take care of you,” Hongjoong responded, his eyes still not leaving that little clit of yours that was already glistening with your juice. It was fascinating, how his finger can do you like that.

Then he started to stimulate it, smiling when he saw your legs trying to close and push the finger away from him. You screamed in your sleep, squirming in his grasp, your feet curling as you felt yourself getting closer.

“Joong… I want your cock… mmhm…” You moaned, so you moved your hips in time with his finger stimulating your clit, wishing it was his cock instead of his finger.

Hongjoong only smiled at your words, and with a little more pressure, you whimpered as you felt yourself squirting all over his finger.

You screamed, your whole body shaking as you came, but Hongjoong continued stimulating your clit with a warm smile on his face.

“S-stop!” You screamed against his neck as you attempted to push his hand away from your sensitive bud. Your boyfriend gave you a long, deep kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Shh… I need to finish what I started, so go back to sleep mhm? Sweet dreams my love.” All while continuing to lazily circle your clit.

He was fighting the urge to unbutton his pants and pump his cock inside you, the bulge was starting to hurt and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you a second from now.

But he decided it would be more fun if he waited until you went back to sleep.

| masterlist

#© hwallazia #ateez #ateez smut #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic

412 notes · View notes

homeofthelonelywriter · 10 months ago

Text

Thai

(A/N) Here you go, Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: flashbacks to the Borderland, fluff, talk of injuries and almost dying

Synopsis: based on this request

“Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

You cursed under your breath as you heard your boyfriend’s voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps from behind you. Your mind was racing, trying to think of an excuse, but nothing came to you in time. So when Chishiya reached you and grabbed the box you were carrying, all you could do was stand there with an awkward smile on your face.

“You know the doctor said not to lift anything for another few weeks.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, although you couldn’t help but smile at him. Ever since you escaped from the Borderland, he had been fussing over you. Understandable if you consider that you had almost died at the end. If Arisu and Usagi had taken just a few minutes longer, you would’ve surely bled out. And the fact that Chishiya had been holding you through it all, unable to do anything to save you, didn’t make it better.

So now that you’d been released from the hospital, a few weeks after all your friends were allowed to leave, Chishiya was like a hawk, monitoring your every move. And you just wanted to help. Ever since you had decided to move in together, on day two in the hospital, you tried to convince him that it wasn’t that bad and that you could help. But the only thing he allowed you to do was unpack the boxes and decorate, and even with that little labor, he still forced you into breaks every few minutes.

You sighed as you followed him through the apartment, now empty-handed. He placed the box on the table in the kitchen and turned to you, reaching out and pulling you against him.

“I just want you to get better quickly, you know that right?”

You sighed again and leaned against his chest. Of course, you knew but it felt shitty that he was doing all the heavy lifting, literally, while you just stood to the side and watched. But instead of saying anything, you just cuddled against him and closed your eyes, flashbacks of the events in Borderland immediately appearing. You jumped as you heard what you thought was a gunshot. Chishiya tightened his hold around you.

“It was just a car, don’t worry.”

You nodded and slowly let go of your boyfriend, a tired smile on your lips.

“I’ll go unpack then.”

You were about to leave when Chishiya stopped you by grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back into his arms. His lips quickly connected to yours, his hands settling on your waist. As he pulled away from the short kiss, his nose nuzzling against yours.

“How about we take a break? Grab some food?”

You smiled.

“Thai?”

Chishiya pulled away, a playful frown on his face.

“We had Thai yesterday. And the day before.”

You chuckled and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers.

“Not my fault they have the best food.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as Chishiya started to explain how Ramen was superior to Thai. But you just pulled him out the door while listening, starting on the way to the Thai place you loved, while Chishiya was too lost in the discussion. He would only notice where you were leading him when you arrived. Or at least that’s what you thought. In truth, Chishiya could barely hide his own smile as he watched you lead him away from the apartment complex, thinking you had won. He’d let you believe that you had bested him as long as it made you happy. And hey, Thai isn’t that bad.

Please consider reblogging and following me! It helps a lot!

Alice in Borderland - Masterlist

Master-Masterlist

#chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya fanfiction #alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland fanfiction

280 notes · View notes

low1key · 11 days ago

Text

: ̗̀➛ALICE IN BORDERLAND

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA ———————————————————

about Chishiya, since the show watered him down ;p he actually was kind of heartless and never understood the concept of life and wasn't interested in it either. so if you're mad at someone for saying "awful" things he would have do, you're probably the one mischaracterizing him In his backstory (manga-based only), we learn that he was born into a family with no love and affection. his parents never showed interest in him; they only cared about work—actually, that much—that even if they didn't love each other anymore, they pretended to be happy so the hospital where the father worked—his father was the hospital head—wouldn't get into any scandals. chishiya basically grows up in a family with no feelings, and since he never got to know them, he still doesn't know them to this day. he wanted to check if he could feel anything by starting to work in his father's hospital as a student. he wanted to know if he could feel compassion toward any of the patients and if that would help him find an interest in life; guess what, it didn’t help, then he kind of gave up on himself and looking for any sense in life or finding a good in himself

but there was one thing that interested him since he was a child: it was the Mona Lisa painting. we see him looking at it, stating that he couldn't look away and that "everyone wants to be seen for who they are"; it is a reference to his history in various ways. first, the painting, in one of its meanings, is a visual representation of happiness. looking at what he said, it could be interpreted as him referring to his family, who are actually just pretenders and are "painted" happy. the second meaning refers to him, as he always felt different from others and viewed emotional people as stupid. because of that, other people couldn't understand him; he reminded himself of the painting when he tells arisu he just wanted someone to understand him. he said the Mona Lisa, in one theory, has been said to be Da Vinci himself dressed as a woman—which refers to people actually not knowing Da Vinci, just as people do not actually know and understand him.

in Borderland, his first game was 6 of Diamonds - a blackjack. there we could see how intelligent and observant he actually is. he never gambled before and was not only able to pick up the rules through observation but also invented a mathematical card counting method to decide how to bet. other players there couldn’t understand how a young man like him could act so calm and unbothered, but he simply had no concept of living and didn't care if he died or not. from the beginning, he only "helped" others when he saw they might be useful—that's why he helped Karube and gave him information about the beach since he was with Arisu, who he became interested in.

on the beach, he paired with Kuina, but they weren’t friends, as the show depicts; he had from the beginning planned to use her to steal the cards by himself when they were about to steal them together. he needed her to get closer to Arisu—to use him for his plan—he didn't care what was going to happen to them(arisu & usagi). kuina even asked him if he really didn't feel sorry at all, but of course, he doesn’t feel anything. Kuina later in the series even said she hates him just as much as she hates niragi 10 of hearts: after the start of the game, he leaves Kuina behind and is trying to kill Niragi; he says he's pissing him off since Niragi reminds him how awful he also is. both of them don’t care about other lives, killing and betraying them. Chishiya really hated niragi. he knew there was something wrong with him, but he couldn’t change and gave it up already in his backstory. he wants niragi dead so he won’t have to face the thought of how evil he actually is. also, when he learns Arisu is alive, he doesn’t try to solve the game; he knows Arisu will do it and that he doesn’t need to interfere. especially when it’s a heart game, he may be pretty good at them, but he doesn’t really like them since he isn’t good with emotions and never really understood other people's minds.

King of diamonds: there, as usual, Chishiya couldn't care less about his life and gives Kuzuryu the option to kill him. as i said, he never had the concept of life and was only in the borderlands looking for something interesting, like, for example, his beloved Mona Lisa painting. unexpectedly, Kuzuryu decides to sacrifice himself for Chishiya, which actually makes him wonder—how do people decide to sacrifice for others? Why do they do that? He contemplates the concept of empathy. Kuzuryu's sacrifice was like a breaking point for Chishiya because, before, Arisu's will to help others interested him, but what Kuzuryu did for him made him actually think about changing.

Arisu and Niragi: when the shooting started, because of what i wrote above and Arisu's speech before Usagi appears, he decides to take Usagi's bullet. He wants to do something nice in return, something out of character—as he said. he wanted to know how it feels to help others, to do something for someone instead of for himself. he then expressed thoughts about the Mona Lisa, stating he only wanted someone to understand him, and it happened to be Arisu and Niragi. He was glad to meet them and told Arisu his existence was just to show how empty humans can be—“I understand,” he responded. he came to the conclusion that he probably never wanted to learn about others and/or emotions because he was too jealous of them to think of it, viewing them as stupid instead. summarizing all his character: he was selfish, lacking humanity, and disinterested in life. so why, after all, did he decide to go back to the real world and survived the shooting? because of Arisu, Usagi, and Kuzuryu, he finally found a reason to live - to slowly change and try to understand what is humanity - i think that moment - him finding a reason to live - was the most beautiful part of his character. they were his new Mona Lisa, making him interested and causing him to think just like the painting did before; it was what he searched for in the borderland.

#chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #aib chishiya #niragi alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #niragi #arisu ryohei #arisu alice in borderland #chishiya #aib #alice in borderland #aib s3 #aib season 3 #manga #japanese

96 notes · View notes