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i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)

Niragi x Reader

Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.

Part 2

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One

You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.

A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.

"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"

"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.

You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.

"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.

Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.

"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.

You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.

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Two

You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.

"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.

"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.

Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.

"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"

"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.

"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"

You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.

"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.

Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."

You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.

"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"

♤♧

Three

You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.

"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.

You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.

"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."

"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"

"I thought we should get to know each other better."

"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"

He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.

"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"

"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.

"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."

"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."

You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.

"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.

"Shut up," you spat.

"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"

"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."

"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.

"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."

To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.

"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"

"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.

"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.

"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.

"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.

The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.

"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.

"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.

Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.

You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.

"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.

"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."

"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.

♤♧

Five

"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"

A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.

Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.

"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."

You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.

"But, but she might be the witch!"

"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.

He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.

"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.

"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," you chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.

You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.

"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."

"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.

For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.

♤♧

Six

You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.

Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.

Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.

"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.

"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.

You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.

"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.

"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.

"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"

"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.

"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.

"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"

Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"

Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.

The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.

You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.

He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.

"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.

"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."

He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.

"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.

"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.

He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.

He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.

Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.

Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.

He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.

"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.

You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.

"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."

Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."

You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.

"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.

"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."

You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.

"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"

"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."

Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.

"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."

Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."

You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

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[y0ur-lovrr]

aaa i love your fics. you don’t have to do this but what about reader who blushes every single time she locks eyes w/ chishiya? and he knows she likes him like the lil shitty goober he is…i just wanna see what you’d think he do in this situation :)

—watchful eyes

A/n; TYYY for the suggestion!!! I don’t know if this is good or not so if it’s bad i apologize lol <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x reader <3

—you can’t help it, the way your eyes land on him when he isn’t looking, making sure to look at him when he isn’t looking at you so that he doesn’t know. (He knows.)

And right now is another one of those occasions, your eyes landing on him despite your spot at the edge of the pool, him leaning against one of the walls with kuina.

He isn’t looking at you-or atleast you don’t think he is-so it gives you the chance to look at him, your stare almost longing. In your eyes he is just perfect, looks and personality wise-except for the fact that he was a cunning bastard, it has its moments where it’s infuriating.

You don’t even realize how obvious your staring is, or that chishiya is starting to smirk to himself, obviously aware of your looking.

But then he turns to look at you, subtly raising an eyebrow at you, letting out a small hum of amusement as your eyes immediately widen as you look away, your face already starting to feel hot as your cheeks burn up. And in that moment, you know he knows.

Your mind is already starting to run a thousand miles per hour, and in that moment all you can do is just stare at the pool water as he gets off of the wall and makes his way towards you-his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket, his signature smirk on his face.

“You know…you stare a lot.” He huffs out with a teasing tone, taking it upon himself to sit next to you, and you feel your heart speed up at the fact he’s sitting so close to you, and the fact he’s also talking to you.

“No I don’t, I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble with a shake of your head, trying to deny it-even though you know it’s true. It’s not your fault he always attracts your gaze.

“You say that,” he muses, pausing for a second to let the words simmer before he tacks on, “but everytime I look at you, you’re always looking at me. But when we meet eyes you look away, it’s almost disappointing.”

At his words he turns his head to look at you, his head tilting the side, his eyes digging into the side of your head, silently daring you to meet his gaze.

“It’s amusing really, that you can’t even meet eyes with me.” He teased in his usual casual tone, letting out a huff when you don’t say anything else, as if you had given up on denying it.

He reaches out and suddenly puts two fingers under your chin, gently tapping as a silent request for you to look at him.

“C’mon, look at me..I wanna see those eyes of yours.” He hums, his tone carrying undeniable amusement, hearing the way your breath softly hitches, but then you turn your head slightly to look at him, your cheeks immediately starting to redden as you guys lock eyes again. You have to put so much effort into not looking away, not that you want to, with the way his eyes are basically drawing you in.

“There you go…not so bad looking at me is it?” He questions, and you know better than to not know that he was teasing you like the little bastard he was, knowing he had the upper hand in this situation.

“It’s not so bad.” You huff out, finding yourself almost leaning into his touch. It’s then you realize the secret is out of the bag now.

“Who would’ve figured that you would like someone like me, hm? Im almost impress—“ you don’t let him finish because of the scoff you let out.

“How could I not? Do you not realize how great you are?” You huff out, your eyebrows slightly furrowing at him, gaining some of your confidence back. He lets out a low whistle at your sudden feistiness.

“And what is so great about me?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking as he waits for an answer, watching as you roll your eyes at his ignorance, turning your gaze back to the pool.

“I swear to god I am so close to shoving you in this pool.”

“Oh really?” He hums out in an amused tone, leaning closer to you, knowing you wouldn’t do that to him..or atleast he hopes you wouldn’t.

“One more word, chishiya, and I will—“

[vin-taege]

Could you do headcannons for both sfw and nsfw showering with Chishiya? :3

The Water's Just Right

Summary: Showering headcanons for our favorite snarky boy

Genre: fluff, smut, gn! reader

Note: Oh yeah, I'm back again! I've been gone for so long because of college, but I'm here again to revive the aib fandom >:3 also my first time writing headcannons. :DDD I think I got carried away sjjsjs

☄. *. ⋆ sfw

ok let's start with headcannons for the real world

as a doctor, he mainly takes quick showers

contrary to popular belief, i feel like he enjoys hot showers over cold ones. like he's already going to be stressed because of work, so might as well have at least one part of his day be a little relaxing

the only time you can take joint showers with him is during his off-days or if you stay up long enough to catch him coming home

he doesn't like it when you do the latter option because he firmly believes you should take care of yourself and sleep early

even though he runs on 3 hours of sleep maximum every day

he lets you wash his hair after initially (and weakly) refusing

you definitely use scented shampoo on him (strawberry because he thinks floral scents are too strong)

he prefers subtle scents because the hospital is already filled with strong odors.

he'll never admit he likes it when you wash his hair, especially when you massage his scalp

"did you purr a little?"

"I think you need your hearing checked."

loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

you mainly use showering as an excuse to dote on him

likes kissing your neck while you attempt to lather soap on him

random but he installed a non-slip mat on the floor because he doesn't want the two of you to get into any accidents

likes playing with your hair by gathering soap bubbles and dumping them on you

you don't point this out because you're scared he'll withdraw from letting himself be a kid for once

sometimes when it's been a rough day, he lets you hold him in the shower for a moment

just letting the warm water wash away his stress while he melts into your arms

he used to skip lotion until you started putting it on him

he got used to it after that and subconsciously started integrating it into his routine

honestly before you came along, had the worst skincare routine ever

"That's... that's not how you put on facial wash. You need to wash your face with it for at least a minute."

"I'm not a dermatologist, y/n."

"You don't need to be to know that???"

In the borderlands, it's basically the same but without the luxury of proper skin products.

always ALWAYS showers after games

he hates the ick from going outside and keeps himself sane by maintaining cleanliness

surprisingly, he's more forward with asking you to join him

in the real world, you're the one who always asks for permission, but now he always looks for your presence

especially since he knows you could be gone any day

"Do you want to join me?"

"Didn't the heater system break down?"

"I fixed ours. The water's just right."

☄. *. ⋆ nsfw

remember that non-slip mat?

oh yeah, that was definitely for this occasion

he doesn't like lifting you up because again, safety first

prefers standing positions where he can press you up against the wall.

LOVES LOVES LOVES FOGGING UP THE GLASS

he doesn't pull your hair because he knows it'll be prone to breakage

he's such a nerd about bodily care except for when it comes to himself.

holds your neck instead and uses it as leverage to pound into you

either that or he digs his fingers into your hips so he can grind his cock inside you.

makes it his goal to make you squirt at least once

OK THIS IS MY PERSONAL HEADCANNON

it may be because of the tight space, or the bathroom acoustics, or the added privacy

but this man is definitely louder in the shower

you love sucking him off because of this

deep moaning, swearing, whimpering when you're being a little shit and you overstimulate him

plays with your chest a lot because he likes how slippery the soap makes it

LISTEN

also installed a detachable showerhead ;)))

[chishiyasleftnut]

Is there going to be more parts to stuck with you where chishiya redeems himself I guess

IM BAAAAAACK! ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Thank you for your request and patience, it’s been a rough couple of months. I’ve always wanted to make an insane author note and it’s finally my time to shine:

I had a mental breakdown, got hospitalised due to it, had to fight to get sick leave from my studies (I was supposed to be done with my bachelor’s now so rip that), and then when things finally lined up I GOT A CONCUSSION. So, it’s been a rough couple of months but now I’m back and unstoppable (⌐■_■) 

Anyway, I hope you’ll like this story!

Stuck With You (part 3)

(Read part 1 and part 2 here)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut. Includes oral (both female and male receiving), penetration (female receiving), unprotected sex. Pairing: Chishiay x fem!reader

Plot: After spending the night together in more than one way, Chishiya finds it hard to keep his hands off of you - even in a life and death situation. The real question is: what have you two become?

3082 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You felt as if you had barely closed your eyes when you were rudely awakened by chirping birds, sunlight shining through the thin and cheap material that the tent was made of. With a big yawn, you sat up in the tent, stretching your sore limbs before looking to your left where Chishiya had spent the last few nights, expecting to see him laying besides you with dishevelled hair as he always had in the mornings. To your surprise, he was nowhere to be found.

“I swear to God if this was some weird type of ‘hit-it then quit-it” I’m going to tear him to shreds the next time we meet,” you mumbled, immediately getting flashbacks to previous similar situations.

With no other choice than to continue your day, you got dressed in silence before emerging out of the tent. And there he was: carefully fidgeting with something you couldn’t quite make out. His head turned towards the sound of the tent zipper unzipping.

“Morning, princess,” he smirked. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine.” That was a lie and you both knew it. You looked like a hot mess with dark blue bags under your eyes and your hair all tangled up. “I thought you ditched me, I won’t lie.”

“Do you think so little of me?” he said, his grin only growing more annoying by the second.

You shrugged to avoid the question - truth be told you still weren’t sure where you had him - and moved closer to him, sitting down next to him on the grass and looking at whatever he was creating. Noticing your peaked interest, he replied to your silent question.

“It’s a stun grenade. Probably not deadly, but it’ll do some damage,” he said nonchalantly. Noticing your confusion, he continued. “I thought it would be a good distraction if we run into problems. It might buy us some time if we need to run.”

“I didn’t know you could run.”

Although the air that huffed out of his nose told you that he found your remark funny, he decided not to reply to your snarky comment.

“Anyway, it’s good to have, isn’t it?” he asked.

You shrugged again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him knowing once again that he was right. Why did he always have to think so far ahead? It was annoying you relentlessly how he was right more often than he was wrong. It was Chishiya who spoke first, looking at the stun grenade before stuffing it in his left pocket.

“There’s a hearts game,” he said while pointing distantly towards the sky.

Your heart sunk. Playing a hearts game with an ally was either incredibly beneficial or terribly traumatising. Although you wouldn’t say it out loud, you didn’t want to risk losing Chishiya and you had a feeling that he agreed. Actually, who were you kidding, you knew very well that Chishiya would sacrifice you without a second thought way before you had the chance to sacrifice him. Still, it felt unnecessarily risky.

“Do we have to attend it?”

“Mhm, it’s the closest one to us.”

And that was that. With no counter arguments, you both picked up a few belongings and headed towards the big banner floating above who knew what. Jack of Hearts.

The venue was an old prison. The big iron door which encapsulated the depressing location eerily creaked as you carefully entered the slowly deteriorating building. Of all the games sites you had been at, this was definitely up there in creepiness. With each step you took, you got reminded of the horrors this place had once been home to. You shivered at the thought, trying your best to conceal your feelings about the location.

Much to Chishiya’s dismay, you were required to hand in all potentially dangerous belongings before you could enter the game. Chishiya kissed his teeth and reluctantly let go of the stun grenade he had spent all morning on assembling.

“A shame,” he said monotonously. “Seems like I won’t get to test my creation.”

You muttered a silent thank God under your breath. The idea of a homemade stun grenade didn’t seem very safe to you, and with your luck it would somehow explode in his hands and kill the both of you.

“Did you say something?”

Crap. He heard you. It was like he had super-human hearing at times.

“No,” you lied, causing Chishiya to sneer. Nonetheless, he luckily dropped the subject.

The game started not long after you put on the collar supplied to you by the game masters (whoever the hell that was). The metal was cold, but otherwise it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. That was good, considering you had to wear it for an unknown amount of time.

The rules were simple. Each person’s collar showed a symbol which you had to announce every hour in a private jail cell. Easy enough, right? The only catch: you couldn’t see this symbol by yourself. The collar was placed in such a way that it was impossible to do so. The obvious solution would be to use a reflective surface - something that was regrettably forbidden by the rules. If you said the wrong symbol: game over. That meant the game was one big exercise in trust with the sole goal of killing off the unidentified Jack of Hearts.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you would not be forced to be in a position where you or Chishiya could get hurt. You trusted each other, right? At least more than you trusted the other strangers in the prison. This would be fine.

And for the first time in what felt like years, it was fine. What you hadn’t considered was how God awful boring this game would be, giving you nothing to do but eat snacks and talk for hours. There were already clear alliances formed amongst the players, causing the Jack to hide safely amongst an unsuspected group of players until someone inevitably fucked up and mistrusted their group.

The boredom had started to hit both you and Chishiya hard. Although he tried to hide it, you knew there were only so many packages of biscuits one man could eat before he went insane. It therefore shouldn’t have surprised you when he pulled you aside at the beginning of the 4th round.

“What are you-“ you managed to exclaim before Chishiya covered your mouth and dragged you into his cell.

“Shhh,” he said with a smirk, looking rather pleased with his plan to waste some time. He immediately yet carefully closed the heavy cell door, making sure not to slam it shut. “Be quiet, we don’t want everyone to hear, now do we?”

“Hear what exactly?”

Despite your confusion, you instinctively lowered your voice to comply with his request. You had long ago stopped questioning Chishiya on these things.

“We’re both bored, aren’t we? I can think of a thing or two we could do to make the time go by faster.”

And that’s when you got it. Sex. He wanted sex in the middle of a game. This wasn’t the Chishiya you knew back at the Beach - that Chishiya would never have been willing to be vulnerable at all, much less during a game.

“What, am I that addicting?” you joked, snaking your arms around the back of his neck. It wasn’t like you were about to complain over or resist his offer. If you spent one more round doing nothing you might actually have died from boredom.

“Very much so,” he admitted, his own hands finding their way to your waist.

It felt good knowing you were wanted - and by Chishiya of all people. Feeling a rush of confidence, you initiated the first kiss, pressing your lips against his firmly. As expected, Chishiya immediately reciprocated, gently leading you towards the wall and pushing you up against it without breaking contact with your sweet lips.

When Chishiya’s hand left your waist to sneak under the waistline of your pants, his mind occupied with lewd thoughts of what was to come, you took the opportunity to switch the position around, taking him by surprise as you pivoted and pushed him forcefully against the cold wall.

The look on his face was priceless, but you didn’t have time to bask in the rays of satisfaction you felt. Instead, you dropped to your knees and placed both hands on his thighs, making sure to look at him up through your eyelashes.

Without hesitation, you hooked your fingers under his sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing his half hard dick. You broke eye contact to gaze at his length, examining the thing that made you feel pure bliss the night before. The thoughts of last night’s encounter made your mouth salivate, causing you to gulp down the excess saliva.

You must have been staring for a while, completely absorbed in the memories, and fully disconnected from reality, because you suddenly felt Chishiya’s hand grabbing yours, gently guiding your fingers around his half-erect dick. You understood what that meant, immediately going to work on making him harder, gliding your hand up and down his entire length, watching as it grew and grew.

Once you noticed small droplets of pre-cum oozing from the tip, you placed your flattened tongue at the base of his dick before sliding it up all the way. Not having expected the sudden change of sensation, Chishiya shuddered and gasped in one breath, his hand moving into your hair.

You flicked your tongue over the sensitive head, enjoying the way his hardness twitched each time the slightly rough yet at the same time soft tissue of your tongue brushed over the tip. Satisfied with the reaction this got you - and feeling as if you had made him wait long enough already - you opened your mouth just wide enough to take him in his entirety, letting his dick fill up your throat as you took him down to the root.

“Fuck,” you faintly heard Chishiya mutter, your other senses almost completely dulled by the feeling of Chishiya’s length occupying your esophagus.

As Chishiya adjusted to the warmth and tightness of your throat, his fingers entangled in your hair. He pulled on it ever so slightly, silently begging you to fuck him with your mouth. And you did, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savouring the feel and taste of him with each movement.

Just as you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, Chishiya pulled your head away from his body, your mouth leaving him with a wet, pop sound. He shuddered slightly at the cold air which had so suddenly hit his now wet skin before he pulled his pants back up.

He noticed your confused eyes, but instead of speaking he pulled you up on your feet and guided you towards what you could only imagine was the prison cell’s bed. The bed (if you could even call the cold metal slap that hopefully once had held a mattress a bed) wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither was the shitty two-man tent in which you two last shared a moment. At least you had more space now than you did last night, opening up for more possibilities.

With a small push, Chishiya got you seated on the metal before kneeling down on the floor in front of you, swiftly pulling off your pants and underpants and seating himself between your legs. The coldness from the metal now directly against your bare buttocks didn’t exactly feel nice, but luckily for you it didn’t take long before he hiked both of his arms underneath your thighs and lifted your lower body up against his face, so you were doing a shoulder stand.

Wasting no time, he immediately plunged his tongue into the depth of your core, licking up your arousal as if he had been wandering around a desert for days with no water. Your sounds went from confusion caused by the awkward position to deep pleasure in record time, your moans being harder and harder to suppress when he finally flicked his tongue over your so far heavily neglected clit. He hummed and growled as he indulged in your taste, the vibrations from his mouth only furthering your arousal and excitement.

His tongue was working overtime, alternating between circling your love button and pushing deep inside of you. You were so zoned out from reality, entering an almost trance-like state brought on by his tongue, that you barely noticed his hand moving down your body, sliding underneath your shirt until it reached your breast. There, Chishiya snaked around your bra and began massaging your boob, occasionally putting extra focus on your sensitive nipple.

Despite the objectively rather awkward and uncomfortable position, you soon enough felt a cascade of pleasure engulf your entire being as Chishiya’s mouth helped you reach your climax. Chishiya didn’t stop - instead he continued to flick his tongue around your most sensitive area, accompanying you through every last pulsation your core made. Once your hand-muffled moans had turned into soft whimpers, he put you down and wiped his mouth with his arm.

Now that you were fully horizontal again, you began feeling the aches in your neck. Perhaps doing a shoulder stand for God knows how long, on a metal bed, was not the best choice. Chishiya too looked as if he was internally questioning his decision to eat you out like that, but he wasn’t a quitter. Not wanting to waste even a second more than he had to, he stood back up and pulled down his sweatpants, his hard length slapping against his stomach once freed.

His dick didn’t even need extra attention before he was set to go. It was so perfectly ready for you; hard, red, throbbing, with a bead of precum adorning the tip. It was almost beautiful - well as beautiful as a dick can be. You didn’t get to admire it for long before he climbed on top of you, pushing your body further down on the metal bed and immediately entering you once on top of you.

With his dick buried so deep inside of you that it almost felt like he was piercing through to your stomach, Chishiya began thrusting in and out of you, his tip forcefully slamming against your cervix each time. You were well aware that you were supposed to be quiet and yet you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that left your lips. Chishiya quickly covered your mouth with his hand, shusshing into your ear through his own low groans.

Your hands found their way around Chishiya’s torso, gripping tightly onto the soft fabric of his hoodie. Had he not been wearing said hoodie your nails would have painfully been digging into his skin, leaving marks for hours to come. Luckily for his back that was not the case and he barely even noticed how tightly you were clinging onto him.

“I’m gonna-” you began saying into his hand, your words muffled. To everyone else, the sounds would have been unintelligible, but Chishiya knew exactly what you were trying to say.

“Come,” he demanded, growling the command into your ear.

Your mind completely blanked after that, your body only able to feel the immense pleasure that was flowing through every fibre of your being, raising every little hair on your arms and igniting nerves you didn’t know existed. The intense pulsation from your core caused Chishiya to finish soon after, his dick rhythmically spouting his seed deep inside of you.

You both rode out your high together, Chishiya eventually collapsing down on you, grounding you further down on the hard, metal bed. The only sound audible in the room was that of heavy breathing. That was until Chishiya suddenly stood up and redressed his lower half. You raised your eyebrows at his promptness, something that he noticed.

“We can’t stay in here all day. We have a game to play,” he said. Perhaps you were imagining it, but you swore you could see the faintest satisfied smirk on his lips.

You had no reply, but instead followed suit and put you pants back on. As you stood up you felt the sensation of Chishiya’s seed slowly seeping out of you, but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t like there were tissues laying around to help with that right now.

The silence in the room was thick, a contrast to the sounds of pleasure that only a few minutes prior had faintly echoed around the bare room. That was, until you bravely decided to ask the question that had been on your mind since last night.

“So, what are we?” you asked, trying to sound more confident than you were. He, of course, saw right through you. He always did.

“I don’t know, what are we?” he repeated like a parrot, avoiding answering the question. You knew it was because he loved toying you around. Perhaps you liked being toyed with too, but that felt more like something you should discuss with a therapist than with Chishiya.

“No no no, I asked you first.”

He didn’t reply. Of course he didn’t, that would have been too easy of him. Instead, he opened the cell door again and gestured towards the hallway outside.

“We have a game to finish.”

And that was that. You knew you wouldn’t get a better answer out of him - not today at least - so you followed his lead, exiting the jail cell and pretending as if you hadn’t spent the last small hour with Chishiya rearranging your guts.

The following rounds were slowly getting more and more dramatic, with the other groups disbanding due to betrayals and a general sense of unease spreading through the prison. In that regard, you were quite lucky that you had Chishiya. Even more so when he eventually cracked the code and helped you both survive the game unarmed.

Together you silently walked back to the little camp that you had created and mutely crawled back into the tent. No words were spoken as you both laid flatly down on the mats next to each other. What was there to say? Bringing up the game would do nothing but remind you of the precarious situation you were in. Bringing up what happened during the game would require both of you to openly discuss feelings. Yeah, no. Silence was the right option. At least for tonight.

[PART FOUR HERE]

[j-jinxee]

Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

[ ⟡​ ] — MAKE ME LOSE,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to sex toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

[cherryheairt]

Law of Attraction ch.3

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chapter three: Outlier

“Death to all traitors” Was the third and final rule that Hatter decided on. While you stayed silent in pure shock, the rest seemed to unanimously agree. Across from you, Mira even seemed to shift in her seat and unconsciously lean forward like the idea enthralled her. You shrunk back, uncomfortable at the idea of a few select ‘Militants’ running this group's security.

Anyone could be deemed a traitor so long as an accuser has backup. The mood lifted as Hatter dismissed everyone, keeping only the three that had been in the room from the very beginning and himself. Promising to assign more specific roles in the morning, he let everyone off with a jovial ‘goodnight!’

The next floor down was the suite rooms, only ten on the floor that marked the rooms that each of the top residents would stay in. Niragi split off immediately, following Aguni as if he'd known the older man his whole life and not uttering another word to you and Hoshiko.

In your room, labeled ‘Six’ with the original ones crossed out with black spray paint, you sighed and slumped down on your bed. The room was clean enough besides the faint scent of dust, and was otherwise empty of all personal touches as any resort room should be. The only things in the room that were usable were sample hair and body products plus some towels and bathrobes. Briefly, you wondered if it was even worth it to find anything around Tokyo to fill your room with, but the thought of having to move everyone when you might eventually be usurped out of your spot wiped that brief hope away. If you lived past the next game long enough to be usurped, that is.

Your only respite from the somber evening after Laser Tag was the promise of a shower. Cold or not, you wouldn't do jack shit before getting that shower.

A knock on your door shattered your one dream.

“Who is it?” You asked suspiciously, wondering is Hoshiko or Niragi would bother to knock.

“Ann.” Came the monotone female voice from behind. Ann? What would she want?

Opening the door, your confused expression was cleansed away from your face at the sight of a stack of skimpy bikinis in her arms. Holding them out to you with a downturn to her lips, you scowled.

“Hatter is instating the rule immediately?”

“There was a shoppe downstairs, for the tourists. Filled to the brim with nonsensical souvenirs and emergency outfits.”

You took the bikinis into your grasp, deciding vaguely between throwing them off your balcony or into Hatter's face. “Are there coverups down there?”

Shrugging, she straightened up, long legs shown off in the shorts she'd been wearing since you met her a few hours ago. “Not that I saw. Next game, I'll find some with you.” She promised, leaving promptly immediately after.

Not having room to say anything else, you dumped the suits on your desk and jumped into the shower before any more interruptions could stop you.

It was better than you ever remembered. Something as simple and mundane as a shower was taken for granted your entire life, but now you never wanted to leave it. Using way too much of all of the soaps and simply standing under the hot water for what might have been all night, you reluctantly parted with the bathtub and wrapped a fluffy white towel around your body. Finding a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash you immediately got to work yet again. The refreshment was almost worth the two harrowing games you had survived.

Almost.

Outside, Niragi's figure lounging on your bed as if it were his own startled you. Clutching your towel tighter over your chest to ensure no slips, you glared down at him from the bathroom door. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Niragi laughed and fell back into the bed, showing the brand new automatic weapon Aguni had apparently trusted him with. “Can't I visit my companion?”

“Not with the shit you pulled this evening.” You said, sifting through the pile of swimwear irritatedly. He frowned, no longer in his giddy mood and instead joining you near the table. He sat at the office chair, leaning forward to look into your eyes. He looked intensely sobered up, even though he was never inebriated to begin with, and spoke.

“This is good. You, me, and that kid you wanted to keep around can stay here and leave this place for good. There's power in numbers. No more scrounging around for food or clean water.” He said your name with a pleading tone.

“You really believe that gathering all of those stupid cards will work?” You asked. “Just, hold all the cards in your hands and poof! Back home again!” You exasperated, throwing your hands up. “This guy doesn't know anything for certain. We could end up at the back of the line in a few weeks for all we know—or! get accused of being traitors and killed on the spot.”

He leaned back, resting his head on the back of the chair and staring at the ceiling tiles. “No. We don't know if it's true or not. But I need to keep us safe, and this is the best way.”

You sat across from him on your bed, nodding slowly to his words. “It's not all on you, Niragi. We could make it out there, just the three of us.”

“It's too late, now. There are more Militants that Hatter didn't let attend the meeting earlier. Not many, but every Game Night they go out and recruit others at the games they play.”

You hummed, taking his words into consideration. “So you're a recruiter and gunman. What about me and Hoshiko? Did Aguni say anything?”

Niragi shook his head. “Hatter decides that. Probably with those other head honchos there.” He pointed upwards. “They seemed pretty close.”

“For now,” You urged. “Let's just stay low and play the games. If shit gets out of control here, we leave. Promise me that you'll leave, Niragi.”

“I swear.” He said, grabbing your hand to softly interlock your pinkies like children do.

Feeling extremely exposed, you loosely hugged yourself as the other members of the table gathered around to sit with each other. You picked out a pastel spring color that didn't stand out too much in color yet wasn't a neutral to blend into your skin tone, giving more to the imagination than others already were given. The seat was cold on your back and the bottom of your thighs but you kept all complaints to yourself. After all, Ann and Mira were in quite a similar situation with their white and black bikinis respectively. Only, Ann had her shorts on again and Mira had a long flowy skirt to appear more modest. You were the odd duckling out, it appeared, and all the men had on swim trunks that were basically cargo shorts along with open button-ups. Fair rules, your ass. The Militants were downstairs, fixing up a car that worked on diesel, apparently.

Hatter calling your name drew your attention immediately. “I want you and Mira to finish the card paintings until the games tonight, which have been partnered already.”

“Got it.” You smiled tightly, nodding to the silly request. Though, you supposed you had nothing better to do with your time. Mira looked nice enough, but the anxiety of waiting for another game bit at you. “Wait—tonight?” You whipped your head around again.

“We're joining games every night.” Kuzuryu pointed out like you were stupid. “To get people to join us at a rapid pace, we cannot simply join games on our last visa days.”

“So my five days are just cut to the very next evening?” You rubbed your temples. Niragi better have his bags packed.

“Only temporarily.” Hatter smiled sympathetically. “I know it seems wasteful to not use your days for yourself, but after we get more members for The Beach we will follow a different schedule.”

You agreed to appease him, irritation climbing up your throat yet again.

Glancing around, you were entirely alone yet again in your displeasure for Hatter's insane rules and regulations. One against everyone else. Even Hoshiko didn't outwardly seem to mind the rule, giving you a knowing and sympathetic smile while bouncing his leg.

Perhaps the Beach would simply fall before you could escape it. Waiting it out wouldn't take too long, especially when it was being run by someone like Hatter, who you could easily imagine allowing things to get out of hand just enough to be controllable—but would accidentally allow the scales to tip out of his favor.

You never knew how long fifty days truly were until you lived them with no internet. At first, it was fine. You weren't bored with all the work needed to set up The Beach. Games every evening, glueing locks and painting stupid cards on the wall while Hatter and his closest friends drank downstairs. There were a few other things to do, sure, but nothing to fully occupy the waking hours of the day. The main thing to do was mingle with your fellow Beachers.

Not to say that you weren't social, it was just easy to get tired of the way people acted when drunk or high twenty-four/seven. You unfortunately got stuck with bartending duty on nights that you had no game, which meant you were in the thick of it most every night. The sounds of moans, vomiting, or whoops and hollers of intoxicated men and women never let your ears have a day of rest.

Every day, the numbers grew at The Beach and you and the other executives were finally allowed to play your games whenever you pleased—which was usually the very last visa day available. The lower numbered people were unlucky enough to continue doing games every day or other while also recruiting more people. The resort was nearly full, you would guess, and never slept either. People truly lived up to Hatter’s rules. Parties lasted all day and all night, never broken by the solemn news of many not making it back to home base after a game was completed. You hadn't even dipped a toe into the pool since the second week—horrified at the sights that occured, defacing the public pool itself. Chlorine was strong in the air, but no amount of cleaner would ever allow you to trust it again.

A team system was developed quickly by the Militants, who you also quickly learned to avoid when possible. While the Idealists first came up with the idea that certain people should be lumped together, Aguni suggested that at least one militant member is on each team. He seemed to be the most sane member, and you considered yourself lucky that he was the leader rather than anyone else. What do you get when you mix drunks and druggies with guns? Trigger-happy and controlling bastards who never got told ‘no’ anymore.

Niragi was one of them. He had taken to their partying and carried around his gun like it was a lifeline. He parted the crowds like the Red Sea wherever he went, usually either following Aguni or having his own followers behind him. He seemed to take the unofficial spot as ‘second in command’ to the Militant branch. You and him rarely spoke during the day, but always got partnered up in your ‘teams’. Since you were in good with Mira (who worked with Kuzuryu to make the perfect teams according to ‘player specialty’ and their estimates about what venue was what card type) you were able to get Hoshiko and Niragi in your car 90% of the time. There always had to be at least one militant in a car for every group attending games, and you got either Aguni or Niragi each time. You didn't exactly know why Aguni was your spare when Niragi was busy, but you wouldn't deny the security his broad shoulders brought when you lingered behind him.

You were apparently a Clubs player, according to the monotone voice of Kuzuryu. Mira had disagreed, telling you that Hearts was definitely your specialty although you haven't joined a single one yet. From what you'd heard of it, you'd hoped you could continue that lucky streak.

When the rare occurrence did happen and Niragi was off to a Spade while you were sent to a Club with Hosiko (also a Club specialist) your anxiety about not seeing your companion upon your return had worsened. You could only comfort yourself with the knowledge that Niragi was indeed a smart guy who presented himself as a pure meathead and had passed every game sent his way so far.

You were not even aware of just how many games you had survived. You stopped counting after Hatter finally allowed the top 10 group the freedom of decision. With the amount of death you had seen and the blood on your hands, you felt like the games had turned you into an entirely new person. Born of blood and desperation and fear.

Though, life in The New World was not entirely miserable.

You had grown quite close to Mira and Ann during your two month stay. The two women were proven to be a godsend amongst the raving people of The Beach. They rarely went down to the bar and when either of them did, it was to simply sip on a cocktail and have a genuine conversation with you. Of course, you had little girl's nights in your room and celebrated surviving games with champagne or little treats brought back by scavengers. It wasn't nearly what the Old World's nights of enjoyment might be like, but none of you complained when in each other's comforting company.

Aguni was an unexpected friend, although he would never call you one. He lingered downstairs when no meetings were called, sharp eyes making sure no fights broke out between the drunks. You were grateful for his interventions whenever Niragi was involved: one sharp look from the older man and Niragi was silenced like a dog. You and him quietly cooked and ate your meals together after a game completion. His fight and tension seemed to release in the quiet parts of the day when no one else was around. The games were tiring him, too, and the fact that someone as strong as Aguni had grown exhausted of the games was a true testament to how much you'd endured.

Hoshiko was a designated supply runner, usually taking a car out in the mornings and not returning until the early hours of the next and happily digging into whatever hot meal you scrounged up for him. Occasionally, Niragi would linger around to ensure Hosiko was safe from his trip before he said curt ‘goodnights’ and went up to his room, still number Six You were honestly shocked that you were still number Seven although Hoshiko was demoted to the 20's and now stayed on a different floor of the hotel.

Hatter’s intentions of keeping you in the Six spot bemused you to no end but you kept your mouth shut and didn't outwardly question his choices. You had brought back many useful cards for Hatter, you and your team often being the sole survivors in the randomized games and that was an undeniable benefit to The Beach, but you knew your main use lay in your communication skills and the sheer number of recruits you brought in.

You were young and a kind face in a sea of people who adapted the ‘every man for themself’ mentality, which increased your geniality to the fresh meat of the New World. Some were lost causes, namely the few that had been you as long or even longer than you. They developed their routines and made safehouses, not willing to trust a stranger who promised them a life of luxury at a resort. You couldn't blame them, and found yourself feeling all the more guilty when the teary eyed desperate ones eagerly clung to your every word and joined your team’s car home.

You never told them about the third rule—not when Aguni and Niragi were always looming over your shoulder to ensure just that. Blindside the recruits with promise of safety, food, and community while keeping the darkness of The Beach away from them.

Tonight, you had Hoshiko and Niragi with you in an old Chevette with you in passenger and Niragi driving. It was only you three and you were unsettled about the potential suite of the card you would be forced to play.

“Do you think it'll be Hearts tonight?” Hoshiko quietly piped up from the back. He was the only one out of the three of you to play one before in the early days. It took him three days to speak again and you tiptoed around him all the while trying to get him cheered up. You never found out exactly what happened during his game, but one of the other scavengers that he usually hung around didn't return with him.

“Kuzuryu said it would be Diamond.” Niragi said casually. He didn't ever seem bothered by games anymore, and in fact seemed to look forward to the more aggressive ones like Spade and Club.

You agreed with a short nod. “It's a small venue. Usually Diamonds are held in them, and Kuzuryu is rarely wrong.”

Hoshiko swallows harshly but bobs his head in an eager agreement. “Yeah! He and Mira are practically geniuses.”

Mira and Kuzuryu were extremely intelligent and they both knew it well. Mira wasn't as cocky and outward about it like Kuzuryu was, but her silent emotional intelligence spoke volumes when you watched her expressions change whenever others were speaking. Usually, she was amused by the drunks that argued or mindlessly fought around the pool or lobby area but she never seemed to gossip about it afterwards. Contained and elegant outside as she was inside.

She was an angel not in disguise, though her dark wardrobe was a stark contrast to her personality. She often wore long, flowy cover ups to match her black or red bikinis and let you have your pickings in whatever clothes had arrived in the scavengers’ car before she did. You always left the darker colors for her and the knowing smile she sent you afterwards made your heart warm. You had grown used to the revealing clothes and even more confident as days went on, choosing to wear tube tops and mini skirts over your bikinis. Hatter learned to stop pestering you about your clothing decisions, knowing it was the best he could manage out of you before you rebelled and switched clothes right after he was out of your room again.

For the games, however, you stuck with more athletic wear to protect yourself from any scraped skin or roadburn. Even knives, as much as you hated to know that other players were often your biggest threat. Breathable leggings and a thin jacket over a sports bra did the trick and was easy to move in when the time called for it. You missed jeans and hoodies, but they seemed to be a thing of the past at The Beach.

Niragi pulled up to the glowing venue, turning the car engine off and simply staring at the building for a few long and silent moments while everyone got ready to leave the car. Hoshiko entered ahead, sensing Niragi’s tension and wanting nothing to do with his temper.

“Is something up?” You asked, hand hovering over the handle. His hands limply sat over his thighs as he breathed through his nose—pierced now, by the way, to your shock (it had been somewhat of an argument when he came back from a ‘scavenging trip’ with some Militants with multiple facial piercings. They looked good on him, you had to admit, but Hoshiko thought so too and you had to be the one to shut the kid down, explaining that his parents would be furious when he got back home)—and mumbled something about ‘everything being just fine’.

“If you want to sulk for no reason, be my guest. Don't make it everyone else's problem in the game.” You rolled your eyes at his juvenile behavior, leaving the car with a pinched brow and growing headache.

Hoshiko was already in the game arena, phone in hand and awkwardly shifting his weight between both legs. You seemed to get here extra early, being the only three to register in the small building. It was a fairly small building in a strip mall-type huddle, with a glowing sign that simply said ‘Game Lounge’ at the top. Inside, it was rows of computers and cozy seating with bean bags and couches in corners with large tvs and game consoles. You'd never been the type to pay to play games in a random building with a bunch of others shoulder-to-shoulder with you, but the concept was easy to understand. Probably the easiest and most affordable way to meet friends with similar nerdy hobbies that didn't include spending hundreds of dollars at a ComicCon.

Niragi inspected the area, staying mysteriously silent as he seated himself laxly on a bean bag. You rolled your eyes and Hoshiko tensely found a seat at one of the desks, keeping his eyes on the lasered entrance.

“One minute remaining until registration closes.” The robotic voice announced.

“Looks like it's just us three today.” Hoshiko said, though his brow furrowed deeper at the thought.

“No problem.” You shrugged. “We're plenty smart enough together to figure out a diamond game.” By the look of the computers, it was best to assume Diamond was the game you'd be playing.

The bell chime of the glass door broke the silence. A man around your age stepped in completely alone, wearing regular cargo shorts and a greyish jacket over a plain t-shirt that stayed half-zipped. His hoodie was over his head, but the little strands at the sides of his neck gave away the slightest curl of white-blonde hair. From what you could see of his face, your first thought was that he was pretty cute.

“Registration closed. The game will begin shortly.”

He made no move to greet anyone, simply taking a phone and unlocking it with a blank look on his face.

The voice chimed again. “Game; Would you Rather: Outlier. Difficulty: 5 of Clubs.

“Clubs?” You asked no one in particular. How would an all-rounder game work in a place so small?

“Rules: Players will use the devices available to choose from options on the screen. Each round, your goal is to pick the option that you think the other players would prefer. If you choose the less popular option, you are the Outlier. Three wrong answers is an elimination.”

Hoshiko sucked a sharp breath in. “That should be fine! We just need to communicate and we'll all live.”

“Speaking is prohibited at this time until the game is cleared. Cheating results in an automatic elimination. The game is cleared when ten rounds are successfully passed. Three minutes are provided per question.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach at the conditions. Sure, you and your two companions have grown closer due to the mutual desperation to survive and supposed trauma-bonding, but it's not like you'd stopped your days and played 20 questions with them. The new guy has also an annoying variable who could have everything or absolutely nothing in common with any of you.

Behind you, the amused breathy laugh from the blonde guy made you turn your neck and glare back at him. He had no worries or care plastered on his features, just a small cat-like smirk as he brushed past you and sat himself at one of the laptops.

Your second thought was that this guy might be a bigger asshole than Niragi.

The four of you sat parallel and side-by-side in a four square formation, glances shared between the three of you who were familiar.

The screen lit up right when you seated yourself. It's bright light caused you to squint for a moment, eyes adjusting to see the first question plastered on screen in a colorful display that reminded you of the Norwegian online game: Kahoot.

Four options. Much more niche than the two you were expecting to choose between. The only sound in the room was the four of you breathing and shifting in your seats, and the urge to glance at the screen of the stranger next to you was growing by the second.

‘Question One’

‘Would you rather visit:

♡ America

◇ China

♧ Brazil

♤ Finland’

The answers stumped you. The four options were all entirely different countries with different languages and cultures. You had zero clue what the others had experienced in their lives. Personally, you'd never even left Japan your entire life. You highly doubted Hoshiko did, either, with his young age. Niragi was a wild card but given his timid demeanor when you first met him the most likely chance was that he never ventured outside of Tokyo. And the asshole next to you? You wouldn't even begin to assume.

Time felt like it passed quickly, though there was no clock or timer on your screen to tell.

You changed your internal question, taking a deep breath in to sooth your frazzled nerves.

It didn't matter where they might have visited before. What did matter was what is the most popular general tourist area? Picking the most popular one was likely what everyone else would do, and you doing the same would mean all the answers line up.

Although Japan was extremely close to China, most of your friends always gushed about the tourist cities in America like Los Angeles or New York. The Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, Yellowstone National Park, the Hollywood walk of fame. So many bucket list options could be crossed off with one country.

Steeling yourself, you clicked ‘America’ and sat back to watch Niragi and Hoshiko in front of you. Hoshiko's face was glistening with sweat at the sheer anxiety of the game, and Niragi was slightly squinting at the question. You remembered the glasses that he was all too quick to ditch early on in the New World, and almost laughed at his lack of planning.

When all the answers were submitted, you smiled at the pie chart lying on the screen. 75% choose America.

But who was the Outlier? You scanned the three for panicked faces, and saw Hoshiko's face lit up with a red light on his screen. As much as you wished to give words of comfort, all you could provide was a tight smile.

Three chances out of ten games. The odds were not too challenging.

The next question was fast and the answer even faster. You felt confident in your pick, sitting back first to observe again. Your eyes caught on the man next to you, who had never seemed to be ill at ease like the rest of you and rather seemed to enjoy people-watching when he clicked an answer.

You looked away immediately, his dark eyes almost drawing you in and distracting you from the game. What exactly made him so confident in a low strategy game like this?

The game's second round came to a close and every screen was green. Sighing in relief, you felt ever more confident for Round Three.

‘Would you rather choose between yourself or your best friend?’

What kind of question was that? You chewed your lip, looking at the two options given, which simply said ‘Yourself’ and ‘Friend’. There was little context, so your best bet was to assume that the situation was life or death. You glanced at Niragi and Hoshiko. You weren't the type to hang around many people in the Old World given your busy schedule, so you didn't have a specific person that came to mind when ‘best friend’ was in question.

However, Niragi and Hoshiko, as well as perhaps Aguni, Mira, and Ann were your friends. Though half of them would simply name you an ally, that was the closest to a friend you could ask for in this world.

Would you sacrifice your life for theirs? Or rather, would they sacrifice theirs for you? Your tablemate seemed to turn his head and stare into your side profile when he finished answering, his dark gaze burning into your skull like lasers that you tried to vehemently ignore. What's his deal? The scrutiny felt like being held under a microscope and observed for testing, leaving a prickly feeling up your spine and down your arms.

Everyone would pick ‘Friend’, right? It was the obvious answer to pick whatever made you look more selfless and agreeable. When it truly came down to it in a life-or-death scenario, most would abandon all relationships and instinctively protect themself.

You took the question from the others’ perspective, wondering what they might assume was your answer.

Niragi would choose himself, undoubtedly.

Hoshiko might choose ‘Friend’.

The stranger would also certainly choose himself.

You pressed ‘Yourself’ and sat back, hoping that Hoshiko had the same thought process as you.

Your heart dropped yet again when his screen lit up a blazing red. Two dings, there were 7 more rounds and he only had one more chance. You bit your tongue, the forced silence nearly killing you. You'd have to try and take two questions for him, or manipulate the answers so it was possible to split the decision half and half and that way no one would be an outlier. Everyone could live through the ten rounds easily, so long as you took the questions seriously.

With no way of communication and the constant anxiety of your hands being watched for cheating, you'd have no other choice but to attempt it alone.

The next was a much simpler question. No moral compass in play, just; “Would you rather own a:

‘♡ Bird

◇ Cat

♧ Fish

♤ Dog’

Bird and fish were the obvious outliers, as none would risk choosing such unpopular options. Personally, you thought both cats and dogs made great pets for you. As far as your schedule, a cat would work better.

Niragi would pick the dog. The comparison was almost ironic but you knew one would suit his new lifestyle well. Perhaps a Doberman Pinscher or even a Belgian Malinois that he would train diligently for protection or hunting.

Glancing at the guy next to you, you couldn't help but associate him with ‘Cat’.

That's 50/50 right there, and Hoshiko could do either way. Dog, maybe. He was an energetic teenage boy, and dogs often found the best lives with active owners.

You picked ‘Cat’ and waited for the pie chart.

All the screens lit up green, and you couldn't hide your satisfied grin at the results: 50% Cat and 50% Dog. There were no outliers and everyone moved on. Meeting Niragi's eyeline, he seemed to understand the strategy and nodded to himself, slumping in his desk chair.

Everyone moved on to the next round safely. Hoshiko let a loud breath out and wiped sweat from his forehead.

Question five was next. Half way done.

‘Would you rather live in:

♡ A townhouse

◇ A beach house

♧ A mansion

♤ A cabin’

You smiled slightly, wasting no time to press the Diamond option, knowing that your companions would, too. It almost felt like an inside joke, seeing the option pop up on your screen. A safe, free round.

Your screen lit up green. As did Niragi and Hoshiko's, who both looked relieved in their own ways. Beside you, a dim glow of red caught your eye. The man in the hoodie pursed his lips for only a split second before letting his face be neutral again. He met your eye, raising a brow as if to say, ‘what about it?’ You quickly left it at that.

‘Question Six’

‘Would you rather have the power to:

♡ Fly

◇ Read minds

♧ Gain super speed

♤ Use the elements to your will’

The juvenile question felt quite nostalgic. The blurred memories of you asking your middle school friends the exact same type of questions during late night sleep-overs and giggling at which celebrity you'd ‘rather date’ or what career you'd (unrealistically) want as your dream job. Without fail, you always choose something impossible like ‘actress’ or ‘popstar’.

The question was hard. It could go any of the four ways. Really, this one relied on personal knowledge of a person. You weren't even quite sure of your own answer. The most practical one, maybe, would be a realistic answer that the other three would pick. Either way, if you all choose a different answer then there would still be no outliers. All it took was one answer having two players choose it for the other two to be dinged. For Hoshiko, it was his final chance and his most stressful. With only about two minutes left, he wasn't looking confident.

You choose Club, the presumably least popular option among the others. Praying that no one else picked it or had the same thought process, you held your breath and focused on the others in your peripherals.

The pie chart lit up, showing you a green screen. Immediately, you checked to see Hoshiko's, which was also green. There was 25% pieces evenly splitting up the chart, making everyone clear the round.

Round seven was next.

‘Would you rather own:

◇ A game company

♧ A private airport

♡ A theme park

♤ A race track’

You hesitantly clicked the option for Diamond again. You hoped the other three might put together ‘game’ in common with the game room and also choose it, but there was no differentiating between personalities and answers. All were nice things to own and would all make good money, leaving personal preferences out the window.

The answers were all submitted and you were the only one with a red screen. You grew tense again, rubbing your sweaty palms on your leggings and soothing yourself. Only three more anyway, and you had another chance before you were out. Niragi's stare was obvious in your peripherals, but you sent a small smile to him to let him know that you were just fine. Rolling his eyes, he read the next question as it appeared.

‘Question Eight.

Would you rather:

♡ Drown

♤ Get set on fire’

Morbid and jarring at the same time, a stark contrast to the last question. It seemed like every few questions that were light-hearted also gave one question that was serious.

You'd rather neither entirely. You shuddered when you remembered your very first game and how the water completely submerged you in its grasp, leaving no room for escape until Niragi saved your life. If possible, you'd rather avoid large bodies of water for the rest of your life. Living next to the water on the beach resort was uneasy enough, although the pool was small and open enough to be fine.

You picked the spade.

After the minutes passed, the final person (Hoshiko, you knew, who was definitely overthinking the most due to his two dings) submitted their answer.

Your screen lit up green.

The chart was 50% for both answers, and you grew more hopeful that all four of you would pass the game together. Only two more.

‘Question Nine’

‘Would you rather fight:

♡ A gorilla

◇ A kangaroo

♧ A tiger

♤ A shark’

Your first thought was that Niragi might actually fight whatever option he picked. You felt like the easiest might be the shark, simply from the fact that you enjoyed ‘fun fact’ videos in your little spare time. Most sharks were passive upon crossing paths with humans, and did not blindly attack them unless they flailed around and tried to swim away, giving themselves away as easy prey. And, it never specified what type of shark, either. Fighting a lemon or mako would be easy as pie. You picked Spades with little thought for how the others might vote.

Your screen lit up red, as did Niragi's. 25% for shark, 25% for tiger while kangaroo had 50%. The white jacket guy breathed through his nose in what might be considered a laugh. You shot a look to him, wondering what could be so amusing at the prospect of three others dying right in front of his eyes. Even if Jacket Guy was the Outlier in the next round, he would survive.

Well, shit. Although it was only one more round, the three of you now all had two dings and the 10th round could very well make or break the entire thing.

Final question. You missed your lifeless room at The Beach.

‘Would you rather:

♡ Go back home

♧ Stay here?’

It felt like a pin dropped in the middle of the room. Unanimously, all of the answers were placed at once and the screens lit up green. The question felt sentient, like someone was behind the screen rather than an AI making up random questions. It was a taunt. Someone knew you were trapped here and even possibly had the power to bring people in or out.

“Game clear. All remaining players may exit.”

You tucked your head into your palms, dragging them across your face in ragged relief. Hoshiko stood like the seat he was on got lit on fire, jumping with all the energy any teenager should have but you never seemed to.

You watched Jacket Guy stand up cooly from his seat, hands stuffed into his pockets as he turned towards the exit, opening the door to see a table, probably holding the Club card on it.

“Wait,” you spoke up, chasing after him after your nerves settled and your throat no longer felt like you were being choked out by the tension.

He looked subtly over his shoulder at you, face still frustratingly neutral and holding no signs of being relieved that he had just won a Five of Clubs game.

“What's your name?” You asked politely after quickly introducing yourself. Bringing home a new resident as well as a decently valued card would make Hatter all the more content and allow you to be left alone until at least your next game.

“Why?” He asked, the first word spoken since you'd met.

“Can't I learn the name of the guy who I survived a game with?” You shrugged, eyes gleaming with the hope that he wasn't a huge jagoff like you suspected. Maybe he was simply socially inept.

“You won't see me again.” He stated matter-of-factly, walking away to the card table before he was cut off by Niragi, who made a show of snatching the card and pocketing it.

Great, now he would feel cornered.

“The lady asked you a question.”

Hoshiko stood awkwardly in the doorway, not having any experience recruiting players.

“Oh? Are you her guard dog?” Jacket Guy asked with a purring amusement in his deep voice.

Niragi was all too happy to whip his gun out, which had been strapped over his shoulder. “Want to find out?” He growled, inching closer while shoving the head of the gun to the other guy's face. Jacket Guy showed no indication of fear but had the wit to at least put his arms up, glancing sideways at you like you truly were Niragi's handler.

You set a hand on the gun, lowering it with a raised brow to Niragi. “We don't wanna fight. I'm just asking to be friendly, I promise you. It's good to have allies in this place.”

Jacket Guy hummed. “Shoving guns in people's faces gives off friendly vibes.”

You felt your face grow hot, glaring at the smirking Niragi. “It won't happen again. I wanted to extend an olive branch. You seem experienced in these games, am I right? Smart, useful—we're always looking for people like you.”

He only seemed to grow more amused, like he was listening to a child ramble on about their new favorite tv show or video game.

“We live in a sanctuary not far from here. The Beach. We have electricity, running water, and vehicles.” You nodded to the car parked just outside of the front entrance. “If you don't like it, you can leave. I'll even give you a car.” You offered.

That was a blatant lie, and Niragi and Hoshiko knew it well. Once you were recruited, you were a resident of The Beach and would live there until you died. All your previous thoughts of leaving were quickly nullified by Aguni's militant team growing in numbers and actually taking that part of their responsibilities seriously.

You'd offered it many times before, but it's not like anyone actually ever wanted to leave. This guy was no different from the others.

“You're in a position to hand out cars?” He asked.

You waved your, honestly extremely ugly, bracelet that had the key number ‘Six’ on it. “I'm an executive. I can do pretty much anything.” It wasn't too far off. You did get away with more stuff than the average person, probably because you had a suspicion that Hatter wanted to get in your pants (bikini) and buttered you up for it. It wasn't like you were abnormally smart like Mira, Ann, and Kuzuryu or strong like Aguni and Niragi, so your continued stay on the executive branch was something of an anomaly.

He seemed to think it over for a minute, looking to the streets as they seemed to grow dark once more as the games finished one by one. “Fine, I'll bite. I'm Chishiya.”

You smiled genuinely, glad to have brought another into the mix. You'd grown numb to the guilty feeling what felt like years ago, but in reality it was only weeks. The Beach was lawless and gave no sympathy for the weak, but ultimately if a person died from their games or being labeled a traitor—it was their fault, not the recruiters.

“You won't regret this, Chishiya.”

mira trying to pair up people who would lose their best friends in heart games core

actually not my proudest game idea, it came out more childish and simple than I imagined 🥲 I have others that are much more intense, but this was just a way to introduce Chishiya.

Their bracelets are so ugly. was originally gonna have one of MCs responsibilities be making the player's bracelets with actual materials but that was kind of a ridiculous notion lmao making like 200 bracelets for all the people plus more for the ones who needed replacement numbers when they die in games

longer or shorter chapters? idrk, this one's about 7k but took a while to pump out.

subtle forshadowing with answers hint hint

[chishiyaisasnack]

Dare, part 4

Part 3 Part 5

It’s back! This has taken me forever to write but I’m finally done. It’s based on the ask that requested me to write a sub!Chishiya thing. I have posted another one that I wrote based on that ask, but I’m still not happy with that one. Here is the one that I am happy with.

I’ve both written and posted this on mobile so I apologize for any formatting errors.

Disclaimer! This is pure smut, nsfw as heck, so don’t read it if you aren’t of age or if you are uncomfortable with that topic. No other warnings, it’s pretty wholesome over all. It is also pure fiction. Jizz doesn’t just go poof when it’s inside someone, like it does in this series lol. Use condom and always ask for consent irl.

I hope you like it!

You had not had the best day. It was an awful, annoying and infuriating day actually. Meetings that led to nowhere, parties that were way too loud, even someone that had grabbed your ass when you walked by. And then the militants coming after you as you punched that guy straight in the face and threatened to cut off his dick and feed it to him. You didn’t know he was a militant, and if you had known you probably would’ve punched him again. All you knew was that he was an asshole. So was Niragi when he thought he finally had a chance to punish you and decided to drag you into a secluded area, but thankfully Aguni walked by and put a stop to all of it. You did manage to knee Niragi in the crotch though, so that felt pretty good.

You couldn’t shake that frustrating feeling that was bubbling inside you, even hours after you got back to your room. You had tried to meditate but the music and loud noise outside were too distracting. You tried reading but after reading the same page ten times you gave up on that too. You needed something to relax you, something fun to get your mind off everything that was annoying you at that moment. You needed someone to get your mind off everything. And you knew exactly who to find.

You found yourself wandering the Beach, looking for something, or rather someone, to take your frustration out on, but with no luck. It wasn’t until you were on your way back to your room, navigating through the long corridors of the hotel, that you spotted your target leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets while looking very unamused about having to listen to Kuina talk about whatever it was she was telling him. Good.

You picked up the pace to get to him quicker, and when he finally noticed you he raised an eyebrow and prepared to say something to piss you off even more. You didn’t let him.

”I’m going to borrow him for a minute” you told Kuina know before she, or Chishiya, could say anything. Then you grabbed a hold on Chishiyas arm and pulled him with you.

”What are you doing?” he asked as you turned around a corner, him stumbling after you while trying to keep up with your pace.

”Fucking you.” Your answer was so blunt that you could practically hear the shock mixed with amusement on his face.

As soon as you had reached your room and unlocked the door you forced Chishiya inside before you, following him with quick steps before pushing him up against the closest wall.

”I’m having a shit day” you started explaining while you yanked down the zipper of his hoodie. ”And you’re going to make it better.”

”And how am I going to do that?” he answered with a smirk as you started to peel the hoodie off him. He didn’t help at all, just stood there watching you work on getting his arms out. Ugh, why did his hands have to be so big?

”I guess we’ll have to find out.” you mumbled. When the hoodie hit the floor you didn’t wait and shoved one hand down his shorts, putting it over the already growing bulge in his boxers. Chishiya raised an eyebrow as a response but he didn’t seem to hot and bothered yet, even with your hand palming his cock. Annoying. You wanted a different reaction from him. You wanted to see him desperate. So, naturally, your next move was sinking down until you were sitting on your knees, taking his shorts and boxers with you until they were joining the hoodie on the floor.

”In a hurry?” Chichiya asked, amused that you seemed to be throwing yourself at him. He reached down and pulled a strand of hair away from your face before letting you get back to whatever you were doing.

”Shut up.” You didn’t give him a chance to react before taking his length in one hand, stroking it with a firm grip, starting at the base and working your way up in quick motions. Chishiya wasn’t prepared for your starting pace and had a hard time keeping his face obnoxious while your hand worked around him, although his breath starting to come out just a little faster.

You didn’t stop until he was nice and hard. Then you leaned forward, opened your mouth, and slid his cock in as far as you could take him. Chishiyas breath hitched at the sensation, involuntarily bucking his hips towards your face to get more of the warmth of your mouth, but you were ready for it and backed off until he was out of your mouth again.

”Don’t move or I’ll stop.” Your voice were suprisingly stern, even to you. But you liked it, especially the way he responded by tensing his abs and clenching his fists.

Approving of his actions you gave the tip a kiss before taking him in your mouth again. You didn’t waste any time and started moving your head back and forth in long strokes, from the tip until he hit the back of your mouth, and then back again. Your tounge worked around him, and when you finally sucked on your way back his hips followed you, not wanting the feeling to end. Irrationally irritated that he couldn’t follow a simple request, you pulled off him, leaving his cock hard and wet as you looked up at his flushed face with annoyance covering your face.

”I told you not to move.” you scolded him, gripping the base of his cock hard, enough to make him a bit uncomfortable but not enough to hurt him. He was visibly confused at how you were acting, like he was trying to figure out if you had gone nuts or if you were trying something new.

”Put your hands on the wall behind you.” you ordered. An order, not something you thought you’d say but it felt good to say it. It felt even better when Chishiya slowly moved his hands back and placed them on the wall behind him, seemingly bothered by being bossed around but also intrigued by what you were doing. And probably choosing the option of you sucking his dick over being a nuisance, at least for now.

”If any of your hands come off the wall I’ll stop again and this time I won’t go easy on you.” you warned him. He was turned on by this, you could see it all over his face, but you doubted that he would give you an easy time.

”Anything else, boss?” Chishiya answered with a smug look, just as you expected. Brat. He couldn’t help himself, when given the opportunity to talk back he had to do it. You didn’t accept it. Not this time. This time you were pissed off and horny and that brat wasn’t going to have his way.

”You really want to make life difficult for yourself, don’t you?” you asked him while you started to stroke him again.

”Says the one sitting on her knees.” he shot back, voice cracking from the way you gripped him tighter.

”You have no idea what I’m going to do with you.” With saying that, you swallowed him down, sliding his cock over your tounge and sucking nice and deep as you bobbed your head up and down. Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and it moved smoothly over him, his cock wet and messy under your touch. Chishiyas breath was getting faster by the second and it didn’t take long until he was getting close to the edge. Without thinking about it he reached down and ran his fingers through your hair. You pulled off him right away.

”You still can’t follow a simple rule, huh?” you muttered and wiped your mouth with your thumb. To his disappoinent you rose to your feet and grabbed his wrists, pushing them back onto the wall.

”I thought you were smart. I guess I have to make it easier for you to understand.”

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One good thing that came with having a bigger room than Chishiya was that it came with a desk, and a regular chair. That chair worked great for your next idea. It only took seconds for you to drag him with you, pull out the chair to the middle of the room and push him down on it. He was looking so confused as he watched you walk around him and grab the backpack he had left in your room after your first adventure with the dildo.

”What are you doing?” He asked, brows furrowed and cheeks still painted red from almost coming.

”Since you can’t listen I have to take matters into my own hands.” you explained while you found what you were looking for. A red satin rope was bundled up in your hand, soft but still too strong for someone to break out of. Chishiya must have gotten it to use it on you. Your idea was much better. ”Sit properly and move your hands around the back of the chair.”

”What?” He knew what you were going to do but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

”You can’t stop yourself from touching me, so I’m just helping you with that.” Moving over to the back of the chair and crouching down, you took one of his hands in yours. You started to loop the rope around one of his wrists, tight but not tight enough to hurt him.

”Y/n, is this really neccessary?” He wiggled his fingers in another attempt at a protest, but you didn’t care.

”Yes it is. Now, give me your other hand.”

He slowly moved his second hand back and you swiftly tied both of them together, ended it with a knot and gave it a tug.

”Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?” you asked him while tracing a finger right above of where the rope sat on his wrists. It looked pretty.

”It’s fine.” he muttered, still not completely accepting his fate.

”Okay, good.” When you stood back up your couldn’t help but to stop for a second and look at the scene in front of you. Chishiya naked on a chair with his hands tied and completely under your control. Shoulders rising and falling, littered with small dots and birthmarks, his hair cascading over them, like a beutiful grey waterfall. You reached out and ran your fingers through it, and that made him look back at you with a face of someone who had given up on messing around and was ready to follow you, or at least pretend to. Eyes dark and pleading for you to touch him again, mouth slightly open and breaths falling out of it in a steady pace. How was he so stunning?

”I have some rules and I need you to listen to them.” You started making your way back around him until you were standing in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes.

”First, you can’t touch me.”

”And how would I be able to do that?” he huffed and moved his hands in a futile attempt to remind you about the rope. It only made you smile to yourself.

”Since you seem to think that I’m dumb I’m going to explain it to you. If the rope comes off your wrists, either if it unties itself or if you find a way to get out of it, everything will stop until you let me know that it came off and nicely ask me to tie your hands back together again. Also, your mouth stays off me unless I say otherwise.”

He answered by sighing. You raised an eyebrow before continuing, smiling condecendingly.

”Two, do as I ask and you will be rewarded. If you don’t then you’ll be punished. I won’t do anything that hurts because I’m not into that, but I still have plenty of ways to make you suffer.”

Chishiya was still trying to grasp what was happening, that you were in control here and that if he wanted to come he would have to do what you said. You could tell that he wasn’t too pleased by it, but he didn’t say anything and kept listening to you.

”Three, and the most important part - if you ever feel that you want to get your hands free, or if you want to stop, I need you to tell me the safeword. No matter what the reason behind it is. We will stop everything until you are comfortable again, or stop completely. Can you do that for me?” You looked softly at him as you explained, making sure that he was listening and fully understanding what you were saying. You needed him to know that you didn’t want to do anything to hurt him or anything to make him uncomfortable. You had chosen a safe word, ’umbrella’, in one of your earliest encounters and you had both talked about how important it was for the both of you to speak up if you wanted to stop. That trust made all of this so much better.

”Yes.” The look in his eyes, mixed by the calm way he answered, made you sure that he listened and understood.

”Thank you.” You turned your attention back to his midsection, his cock still red, hard and now neglected, waiting to be touched again. When you looked into his eyes they were sparkling back to life, especially when he saw you pulling your top off in one swift motion. You made sure to stretch, to make a scene out of it so that he wanted to touch you even more. The look on his face showed you that it was working.

Using only the tips of your fingers you stroked the skin from your hips, up over your waist, chest, and finally the skin between your breasts, who were only covered by the lacy bra you had on. Chishiya was entranced by how you moved, how your fingers hooked around one of the straps and pulled it down over your shoulder, just to be followed by the next strap.

”Don’t you wish that you listened to me before?” You spoke softly, the tension in the air covering most of your words.

”You could have been the one to do this. You could have taken my clothes off. Kissed me. Touched me.” You moved your hands down to your waist again.

”Your lips would feel so good on me, Chishiya.”

A look of disappointment flashed across his face, but quickly went back to the neutral look he always had on when he didn’t want to show you what he truly felt. It wasn’t that hard to figure out what he wanted, after all his eyes were glued to your hands, his tounge wetting his lips as you moved on to slowly, teasingly, pull down the short skirt that you were allowed to wear, leaving you in only your bra and panties now. It had been a struggle to get to wear actual clothes at the Beach but the executives gave up on trying to make you go in only a bikini and settled the debate by letting you wear whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t keep a gun under there. It wasn’t like you could hide a weapon under there anyway, it would show right through the clothes. Chishiya had been extra positive about you wearing what you wanted, only so he could be suprised with what was underneath. Pervert.

You bent down, placing your hands on Chishiyas knees and your face in front of his, almost close enough to kiss him, but far enough away to back off when he tried to catch your lips with his. A small push from your hands made him part his legs for you and you stepped right between them.

”You look good like this, you know.” You absentmindly praised him while you lowered yourself onto the floor, keeping eye contact, never loosing the tension you’ve built.

When you sat down on your knees you placed a kiss on one of his, and softly dragged your fingers over his other and up onto his thigh. He was shivering under your touch, his soft skin turning into goosebumps wherever your fingers went. You stopped just before you reached his cock, twitching in anticipation.

”It looks uncomfortable. Let me help you with that.”

Chishiyas face lit up, probably expecting you to touch him, but it died down again when he saw the smirk that was back on your face. Leaning in, you got so close that you could feel the warmth radiating of his length, watching the precum dripping down onto his stomach. Then you opened your mouth as if you were to take his cock into it, only to change direction in the last second and blow a stream of cold air onto it instead. Chishiyas whole body shuddered and a barely audible whine left his lips as he desperately tried to push his hips towards your face.

”Hmm… needy, aren’t we?” This time you ran a finger down his torso, from his chest down to below his belly button, right where the head of his cock were leaning. Lifting your eyes up to his, you leaned your head to your side, licking your lips.

”I haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”

You stood back up on your feet, gently scraping your nails on his legs as you did, only to let your hands land on the waistline of your underwear.

”Do you want me to take these off?” you asked him, dragging a finger along the seam, dipping it inside just to take it back out again.

”Fuck... yes.” It was probably a good thing that he was tied down because he looked like he wanted to eat you alive. The dark desire in his eyes were captivating, almost luring you in, almost making you forget what you were doing. Every fiber in your body wanted to set him free.

”Want to take them off me?” you whispered seductively, walking one step closer to him, pulling at the waistline to show him just a little more skin. A huff left his mouth and he tried pulling his arms forward, to no avail.

”Just let me out so I can touch you.” he tried demanding, but was shut down right away by you pulling your panties down your legs until they landed on the floor.

Pushing one leg between his you seperated his legs again and sat down on one of his thighs, your legs on either side of it, but careful not to touch him anywhere else. The bra was the next item to fall to the floor, and you made a show of it by throwing it over his shoulder first, just to watch it slide down and land behind him. Once again he tried leaning in, tried to put his mouth on your now bare chest, and once again you were just far enough away for him to fail. Despair was building on his face but he still wasn’t begging, or even asking, and you were damned to change that. So you kept going.

”I can’t believe how wet you got me already, Chishiya.” You started to grind on his thigh with slow rolls of your hips, making sure that he could feel everything, that he knew what he was missing out on. One of your hands cupped your breast, fondled it, played with your nipple, giving him a enticing show of your own pleasure. The other hand held on to his shoulder to keep you steady while you continued to use his leg.

”It could have been you, you know. Your cock instead of your thigh. Your mouth instead of my fingers.”

”I can do that. I can touch you.” He was so close to begging now, you could hear it on his voice. It was hoarse and clouded with need.

”Can you?” you asked sweetly, teasingly running your thumb along his collarbone. ”Can you make me feel good?”

”I can make you feel so good.” he stated with a low voice, dark and captivating. ”Fuck, I’ll make you cum until you can’t stand, eat you out until I can’t breathe. Let me show you.”

You were shocked by the way he talked, and almost lost character for a second, clearing your throat to cover it up. If talking dirty was what he was going to use against you, you would do it better. Leaning in, you placed your mouth right against his ear.

”Can you make your cum drip out of me after you fuck my brains out? Not stop until you filled me up? Can you give me every drop you have, Chishiya?”

The groan coming out of his mouth was out of this world. It sounded painful, low and rumbling, so fucking good that it made you whine in response. Fuck, his voice would kill you before you would be able to break him. Just a groan and it went straight to your core, fanning the flames that were alreade there, making you want to devour him.

You moved your head back and placed your forehead on his, mouth so close that you could taste his breath.

”Fuck, keep making that noise for me. You sound so good. So fucking good.” Well, if he hadn’t realized that you had a thing for his voice, he sure knew now. You kept your face against his as you rode his thigh harder, pushing your clit down onto it, helping your orgasm arrive faster. You were so turned on, so needy, and so ready for that coil in your belly to snap. The hand on your breast left to grab the hair on the back of his head, forcing him to stay close to you. Then, snapping you back to reality, you noticed that he was pushing his thigh against you, trying his best to help you come. Damn it, why couldn’t he just listen?

With a sigh you stopped grinding against him and rose to your feet, making sure to show how disappointed you were. You had to hold back a laugh when you saw the face he was making, so confused yet so irritated that you had just stopped.

”I told you not to touch me. Did you think I couldn’t feel your leg pressing into me? What am I going to do with you…” He needed a taste of his own medicin, that’s what you were going to do. You quickly disappear behind the chair again, out of his sight, and dove into the backpack again. This time you fished up a small vibrator, the shape of a lipstick case. It was small, but it had been very nice last night when you tried it out for yourself.

”What are you doing?” Chishiya had his head turned towards you but he couldn’t see that far back, only hear the toys shuffling around.

”You didn’t get a toy for yourself when you were out shopping.” you mentioned as you stood back up and made your way back to him, ignoring his question. ”That’s a shame. A fleshlight would be fun.”

He grunted, like your idea of him using a toy on himself was offending him.

For a second you considered going back to his lap but you changed your mind and placed yourself behind him, leaning your chin against his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. The effect of your constant teasing was showing, beads of sweat covering his skin, chest moving rapidly, cock weeping precum.

”I tried this out last night” you continued, holding up the small vibrator in front of him, then placed it flat on his chest, before turning it on to the lowest setting out of three. The toy buzzed to life, which made Chishiya jump under you. He was so tense. Good.

”I came three times, and all I could think about was your mouth doing it to me instead.” He swallowed hard and you answered by kissing along his neck and simultaniously moving the vibrator further down his stomach. You could feel his body move under it, the vibrations feeling better for him the lower you got.

Right when the vibrator was about to touch the wet head of his cock you changed course and moved it along side it, down to his hip, trailing it over his inner thigh. Finally, you placed it on the bottom of his cock, right above the balls, and Chishiya let out a low groan.

”Fuck…”

Then you started to use the vibrator to slowly stroke his cock, from the base up to right below where the head started, and back down again, almost like you would do with your fingers. His hips rose out of the seat, overwhelmed by the sensation, but you didn’t stop. You kept stroking, slow and gentle, up and down.

”Y/n… shit, it’s too much” he managed to breathe out, but you could feel how he pressed harder against the vibrator as he got used to the feeling. His cock surely seemed to enjoy it, dripping like no tomorrow.

Besides, he didn’t say the safe word or tell you to stop.

”You’ve been wanting me to touch you all this time, and now you changed your mind?”

”Ugh… not like this.” His voice was cracking, quiet moans filling up the space between the words.

”Then how do you want me to touch you?” you whispered right into his ear.

”Do you want me to stroke you? Use my hand until you cum all over my chest?” You trailed your free fingers down over his collar bone, marking out the space you’d let him paint on you.

”Or do you want me to use my mouth again? I know how much you like that. Maybe I’ll make you cum in it too. I’ll show you every drop before I swallow it.”

Even though he had told you before that he didn’t want to cum in your mouth, that it was kinda gross to him, the groan coming out of his mouth told you that it had been a lie.

”I bet you want me to sink down over you, take your cock in as far as I can. I’m so wet that it would slide right in. Hmm, do you want that Chishiya?”

Then you turned up the vibrations to the next setting.

Chishiya choked on an inhale before hissing out your name.

”Y/n… yes, all of it. Anything.” His words were coming out in pants. He was breaking. Finally.

”Then you have to ask nicely.” You didn’t let up, kept stroking him with the vibrator, even let it linger under the head just a little every now and then, and were delighted by the groans and twitches he gave you for it.

”Y/n…” Chishiya was close, you could tell. His cock was so hard, so red, so ready to cum. So you turned up the vibrations to the highest setting.

Chishiya didn’t groan, didn’t protest. He whined.

”Please.” High pitched and needy, the whine tore through the air, thick from the tension and need between you, and straight down to your core. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him into oblivion. You were so close to your goal, so close. Just a little more.

”Please, what? Tell me what you want Chishiya.” Please, for the love of god just tell me.

”Please fuck me.” Then he snapped.

He came, so hard that his body tried to fold over itself, cum spraying up to his shoulders, almost landing on your face. His body was twitching violently, cock pulsing with every spray, breath so heavy it sounded exhausting. He was so fucking gorgeous.

”Good boy.” you whispered while turning off the vibrator and throwing it onto the bed next to you.

”Fuck, Chishiya, you are doing so good. You look so pretty.”

You kept praising him while he calmed down, whispered comforting words in his ear as you caressed his shoulders and ran your fingers through his hair. His head was bent backwards, eyes closed and cheeks painted red as he tried to catch his breath while finally coming down from his high.

Moving slowly, you walked around him and sat down on his lap again, not grinding this time. His eyes opened slightly to look at you but too tired to lift his face back up. Instead of doing anything about your own, by now throbbing center, you just leaned forward and placed light kisses all over him. His shoulders, his chest, his neck, everywhere you could reach. Fingers tangled in his hair, longing to pull on it while fucking him in this position. Then you smirked, making sure that he noticed it, then chuckled as realization hit him. You weren’t done yet.

”I haven’t come yet.” you whispered against his skin.

You worked fast, before he got soft. Taking his cock in your hand, you moved to hover over him, then sunk down inch by inch, the growl coming from him fueling you on even more. Finally having him inside you felt so good, and you showed it by clenching around him when he was fully inside you, his legs twitching from overstimulation.

”Think you can give me one more, Chishiya?” you asked, gently rolling your hips, listening to the way he hissed when you dragged his length inside you. Every slow grind from you gave you a new sound from him. His shoulders were trembling, chest heaving and eyes shut tight as he tried to get through the intense pleasure that your wet walls were giving him.

”I… ah, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Hearing him talk like that sent shivers down your spine. It didn’t matter if he was faking it to get what he want, or if he truly were that desperate, the words of the mewling man under you made your heart skip a beat.

”Does it feel good?” you asked him, watching him swallow hard. You wanted an answer so while still rolling your hips on him you grabbed a handful of his hair on the back of his head just to bring his face back up to look at you. His eyes were hazy, clouded with desire, mouth open and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

”Yes.. oh fuck, yes” he groaned back at you, trying to buck his hips up to get further into you as you kept riding him painstakingly slow. As soon as you realized that he was moving again, you stopped your motions and leaned in, putting your mouth right next to his ear.

”Chishiya…” you whispered, his pants almost drowning out the sound.

”I told you not to move. Do you really want to push it again?”

”No, I’m sorry.” he whimpered, sounding even more broken than before. ”I’m sorry, please just…”

”Mhmm… you feel so nice inside me. If only you would listen to me, I’d be coming around you already.” You ground your hips down on him once, making him inhale sharply.

”I’m going to move again, and this time I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. I won’t stop even if you cum. I’ll keep you hard for as long as I need you.”

You started your slow ride once more, moving your hips up and then back down again, dragging him inside you just the way you wanted him. He was shaking under your hands, that were placed on his shoulders for leverage. The ropes were still holding him down through his continuous efforts to touch you.

With your forehead against his, you closed your eyes and let the feeling of him fill up all your senses. His breath against your mouth, shoulders under your fingertips, warm skin pressing into yours as you molded yourself after him. It was sweaty, wet and messy, and completely intoxicating. His moans filled your ears as they mixed with your own. They were so soft, so desperate, so not like him that if you didn’t know any better you couldn’t have believed that it was him under you.

”Y/n… I can’t… I’m close” Chishiya whimpered as you kept getting tighter around him. You were close too, he just needed to hold on a little longer.

”Yes you can, I know you can. Wait for me.” You moved a hand to his hair, grabbing it, keeping his face even closer to yours as you sped up your movements. And then you kissed him, hard.

For the second time tonight you heard a cry and felt Chishiyas body twitch against you as he came. His lips left yours in a hurry to breathe but you catched them just as fast, only leaving them so he could gasp for air every few seconds. You kept moving your hips, kept fucking him even though he was shaking from the stimulation.

”Just a little more” you whispered against his lips when you let him breathe the next time, screwing your eyes shut and concentrated on the feeling of his cock hitting the exact spot you needed it to. His moans were so pretty, so needy, and they went straight to your core, setting you on fire. That fire tore through you, building up in your fingertips, making it’s was down to your toes. All you needed was…

”Please come for me y/n”

Chishiyas strained cry was all it took. You came with his name falling out of your mouth, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you rode out your high. Chishiya was hissing in the background, his cock so sensitive that his whole body tried to move away from you, but he was still holding on. He let you ride out the last of it, let you use him until you were completely spent, and then he sank down in the chair from exhaustion. You put your head on his shoulder while you both calmed down. It wasn’t until you could feel him getting soft inside you that you moved, wincing as he slid out of you, not enjoying the empty feeling it left behind.

”Are you okay?” you whispered softly into the warm skin of where his neck and shoulder met.

”Mhmm.” was all you got as an answer, but since he didn’t say no you took it as a yes.

”Can you untie me now?”

”Yes, sorry.” With the strength you had left in you, you stood up and wobbled over to the back of his chair, just to sit back down and graze the red rope tied around him.

”How are your arms?” You started to untie the knot that was suprisingly still holding on strong. The rope revealed rosy marks on his wrists as it left more and more skin to be seen. It looked lovely, flushed against his pale skin.

”They’re fine.” He sounded tired, but honest.

”Good.” You placed a kiss on one of his wrist before letting him go.

”So you think that I’m pretty?” Chishiyas words made you cough, caught completely off guard.

”Huh..?” What was he talking about? When did you say that?

”You told me that I was pretty.”

You looked up and saw him smirk down at you as you were sitting on the floor, unwilling and too tired to stand back up again.

”That’s what you took away from all this?” You shook your head and sighed. You were never going to hear the end of it. That’s why you never told him that before. Why couldn’t you keep your horny mouth shut?

Chishiya moved his head back and leaned it backwards to rest, his hair falling over his shoulders.

”Now I know why you keep staring at me.”

[ankababy]

Could you please add when y/n would be on their period and would get really angry at someone that annoyed them but Niragi and Chishiya would find it hot and funny 🥲🥲🙏🏼🙏🏼

I don’t think a period is that significant. If reader was angry, it wouldn’t be that obvious, she’s not the type. My girl wouldn’t hurt a fly😭 plus the two boys like her because of her sweetheart soul, the exact opposite of her shouting around, babe💔 I’m grown out of these, but thank you a lot for the suggestion<3

[liivzen]

Lmao I’ve gotta rant a little bout my personal life.

As yall know I’m a college student (certified academic weapon ) and I live in our campus dorms and since being back for the spring semester (Jan 15th) me and my roommate have had on and off hot water- when it’s not hot it’s literally freezing cold. Mind you, it’s like 30 degrees outside where I am so yeah not fun. On top of that I gotta read over a 100 pages worth of textbook for this week alone and like 3 quizzes ITS THE SECOND WEEK BACK. And to top everything off the fire alarm has gone off three times today and our elevator broke (I live on the 7th floor). I have a 3 hour class in about an hour and I think I genuinely am going to lose my mind chat.

Anyways, how’s your guys day going 🙂

(Also thanks so much for the love on my two Chishiya fics)

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Request:  jakesullywhore:  Avatar (Cameron Movies) Fandom – You’ll Do (Dark Jake Sully/Human Reader) 🧨☠️👻✂️🔥

Request: jakesullywhore: Avatar (Cameron Movies) Fandom – The Price of Silence (Dark Jake Sully/Human Reader) ✂️🔥

Request: thatonepansexual2000: Avatar (Camerona Movies Fandom - Our Sweet Paysyul (A/B/O verse JakexreaderxNeytiri) 🌻💘🔥

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Writing Prompt > bethanythemartian > a short story about a daycare worker when the end of the world is announced

moribundanchor > an image for MIDSÖMMER (one of the best psychological horror movies, in my opinion)

euninieboo > a beautifully drawn friends to lovers comic

typhlonectes > image of a very, very cool Mountaineer’s axe

outpastthemoat > ATLA personal opinion about dear, old Uncle Iroh

cruelgay > “shipping” Shuntaro Chishiya and Kuina Hikari, lol

chishiyashoodie > Nijirou’s message about taking a break

chishiyashoodie > my very loud opinion as to why America SHOULDN’T remake Alice in Borderland

emergencybitch > PSA about the upcoming Polin scenes in Bridgerton Season 3

newhologram > one of my all-time favorite scenes in ATWOW (don’t get me wrong I love Ao’nung but when he gets punched? *chef’s kiss*)

eyweveng > her MUST READ ‘Knife Kink’ submission for Luna’s Kinktober

oakbuggy > her NSFW art depicting Ao’nung. Makes a girl drool

Writing Prompt > rabbityfrogs > a short story about a morally gray villain putting the “hero” in their place

dontlistentothemmoose > the moon is stuck in a time loop short story

yourstrulybluelover > her MUST READ Lo’ak/Reader heat fic (trust me, it made me melt it was so hot)

oakbuggy > her NSFW art depicting Lo’ak. My knees are weak!

artsofmetamoor > their must read comic depicting Spider’s adoption as a baby into a loving Na’vi family

artsofmetamoor > their continued depictions of Spider’s adoption into a loving Na’vi family

artsofmetamoor > their sneak peak into the Avatar/W.I.T.C.H. crossover universe when Spider was adopted as a baby into a loving Na’vi family

neteyamssyulang > her Na’vi dictionary (not all of it is canon so proceed at your own risk)

oakbuggy > the artistic rendition of pandoraslxna's steamy Neteyam x female human reader x So’lek that has me absolutely drooling

Jakexneytiri > do we think Jake ever had flings before Neytiri? (And the debate that followed)

hoechloin > DC version of “you and me and your friend Steve” featuring Lois, Clark, AND Superman

[fern-thee-otter]

gimme ur most controversial AIB takes and I'll give you cheesecake<3 -K.

currently fasting, but will do it anyway. most of these, if not all, are from the l.a.:

no one talks enough about ann's past and how it most likely traumatized her. even if the manga barely gave her something about her past, netflix could've given her some more, but it always focuses on ruining character arcs/storylines left and right.

the K♤ was totally butchered (both the character and the game) and the attempted killings of heiya, ann and kuina were absolutely unnecessary.

people gotta stop reducing chishiya to a sex object. especially in l.a.. i understand that nijiro is hot and everything, but he's playing an actually complex, manipulative character, not a f*ckboy who's going to screw you silly whenever he wants to.

and on a similar note, chishiya is coddled too much for doing the same stuff female characters get bashed for (i.e. urumi is a b*tch for manipulating people to survive, yet chishiya is praised to oblivion for the very same thing)

niragi/banda stans aren't safe either. i understand those who see the two as complex, antagonistical roles (and as in chishiya's case, more than f*ckboys), but if you actually condone their acts, feel free to get the f*ck out of this page.

arisu should've gotten more time for himself in between the games, but the writers sure don't like respecting people with ptsd

there's some people out there who see kyuma as simply 'the naked guy' when he is so much more than that. he's quite one of the wisest characters in the series/manga. at least imo.

as my friend, @miraofhearts2point0 has pointed out, heiya's hypersexuality (which, if i'm right, it's a form of mental illness) is demonized, and her character was severely butchered up.

and as i have voiced some posts ago, i do not see the need for a plot continuation that is mainly expected from season 3. the manga has wrapped up pretty decently in itself, and if we're going to have a s3, it would've been better for an adaptation of the retry or a citizen prequel but, of course, netflix likes to do its own thing. disappointed, but not surprised.

and i have much more, but i'm getting kinda sleepy now.

[organic-bloodbath]

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?) – Part 3

Niragi x Reader

Summary: You and Niragi decide whether you want to return home or stay in the Borderlands.

A/N: This will be the last part ♡ It's shorter than others bc i'm lazy, i wrote this quickly during my work shift, and i skipped the King of Spades part bc i didn't care to write much other stuff than interaction between her and Niragi lol. Hope you've enjoyed this little trilogy ♡

Part 1 ♤ Part 2

♤♧

"One more game, what do you say?" Niragi asked loudly. "Our own little murder game."

Arisu looked at him with wide eyes, a shocked expression on his face, while Chishiya looked only intrigued and willing to take part of this sick idea of a game, made by Niragi.

You're gone for one second and these guys start shooting at each other. Typical. Before you'd manage to interrupt them, Niragi and Chishiya were both already lying on the ground, bleeding out from the gunshot wounds.

"Are you fucking serious?!" you shouted at Niragi, kneeling down next to him as he pressed his hand against his bleeding stomach, blood pouring out between his fingers.

"Relax, princess," Niragi huffed and rolled his eyes. "This dude's got a bad aim, didn't make the shot fatal enough." Then, a smirk spread on his face. "It's kind of hot how worried you're about me. I'd almost think you like me."

You rolled your eyes. "I do not." You were about to get up and leave his smug ass alone but Niragi grabbed your wrist, pulling you slightly back.

"Where are you going?" Niragi asked. "You just gonna leave me alone here to die, huh?"

"You just said the shot wasn't fatal," you stated with a mocking tone.

"Well, i'm not a doctor so maybe i'm gonna bleed out after all. You'd miss me, sweetheart," he pouted.

"I would not," you stated but felt your voice slightly trembling, which proved Niragi that you were lying.

"Mhm," Niragi hummed, amused of your resistance of accepting your feeling towards him – whatever they were. "Well, you'd definitely miss my cock."

Your eyes grew wider, quickly glancing around if anyone was looking at your way but there was nobody paying attention to the two of you. "Lower your voice for fuck's sake."

"Oh, right, you didn't want anyone to know how loud my cock made you scream," Niragi smirked, loving the reactions he got from you when he teased you like that.

You slapped him on his shoulder, looking annoyed. Chishiya wasn't too far away not to be able to hear your conversation if you raised your voice even a little more. He let out an overdramatic wince, even though the hit didn't even hurt.

"Shut up," you scoffed and rolled your eyes. He was right but you weren't going to feed his ego by admitting it to him.

You sat with Niragi the entire time when your friends left to finish the final game, now just waiting together when it'd be all over.

After some time, the fireworks filled the sky. Your friends had finally beaten the final game. The thought alone sounded too good to be actually true.

You were now given a permanent choice to either go back home or gain a citizenship to this country. There was an option to stay?

"You want to stay or go home?" you asked, looking up at the fireworks. You had never liked them but these ones? They finally represented the victory of all the challenges and sufferings you had to go through to come this far. They made a huge wave of relief wash over your body, even a smile lingering on your lips.

When was the last time you had genuinely smiled? You were free. No more games, no more stress of adding more days to your visa. It was over.

"Which option will you choose?" Niragi asked.

"I asked first," you said, annoyed of him being so difficult all the time.

"I'll choose whatever you do," he replied.

"What?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you turned to look at him.

"You want to go home? I'll go home. You want to stay in this world? I'll stay with you. Simple as that," he explained.

Your heart started beating a little faster. No, it wasn't 'simple as that'.

"You want to follow me?"

"I don't really care where i will be to be honest," he admitted and shrugged. "I don't have much in the previous world. And i've had fun with you."

You stared at him with narrowed eyes, trying to see any hints of him just joking and messing with you. Making you give an answer of staying here but then going home himself, leaving you all alone here.

"And why on earth would i choose to stay here alone with you?" you scoffed.

He thought about it for a moment, really thought about it. "I don't have many reasons for you to be honest. Other than selfish ones."

You didn't really have friends or family left anymore, and the ones you had weren't a big part of your life. You hated your job. You didn't have pets either. Thinking about it, you had nothing. Nothing that would make you stay in one place. What would you go back for? Continue your life working five days a week with a shitty salary and nothing to do other than being tired and miserable?

At least here you felt alive. More alive than in a long time. And being a citizen, you wouldn't have to worry about the games the same way anymore, with a fear of a laser piercing through your skull if you didn't attend the games.

Then, there was Niragi, offering to be a part of your life. To be by your side. He was insufferable, selfish and annoying as hell – but he was also honest, knew what he wanted and somehow understood you better than others.

Would you stay with him? You couldn't make this kind of decision in such a short time, you needed more time to think, but there was no time to stay here thinking and wondering pros, cons and what ifs for too long.

Looking at Niragi, you realized you were two people all alone in this world – in both of the worlds. You were sure you'd regret your decision as soon as you'd say the words out loud, but they automatically just slipped between your lips like they had their own free will.

"Okay," you answered quietly, so quietly that neither of you were entirely sure if you had actually said it out loud.

Niragi turned his head towards you, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"What?"

"Okay. I'll stay with you. Here," you told him, afraid he had changed his mind during the time you had processed the thought in your head.

You could tell that he hadn't actually expected you to agree to being with him here, just the two of you, possibly for the rest of your lives.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Unless you didn't mean what you said and–"

He dragged himself closer to you, grabbed the back of your neck in his hand and pulled your face towards him, capturing your lips into a deep kiss before you managed to react. You hadn't expected that at all but didn't pull back. It didn't last long, him pulling back just after a few seconds. The way he looked at you right now, his eyes suddenly sweet and kind, made your heart skip a beat. You hadn't seen that look before.

"I said that you're mine and i'm yours," Niragi reminded you, looking directly into your eyes, now cupping your cheek with his hand. "I wasn't joking."

His words sounded so genuine that they made butterflies spawn inside your stomach. Was he actually capable of caring about you in other than just a physical way? Caring about anyone emotionally?

Was it possible that you were more than just a good fuck to him? Maybe this was a mistake, deciding to stay with this man. But as much as you didn't want to admit it, you actually liked to have him there, even though you weren't able to explain how you actually felt about him.

"If someone told me back at the Beach that i'd end up staying with you here as citizens after the games were over, i would have never believed them," you chuckled.

"I would have," Niragi said, surprising you. When he saw the surprised look on your face, he continued, "I've wanted you to myself since the first time i saw you at the Beach. And i don't give up easily when i want something."

"I've noticed that." You couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Are you like, hopelessly in love with me by now?" you dramatically joked and threw your hair over your shoulder, posing in a seductive way.

"No, but i probably will be some day if you keep acting the way you do and keep looking so pretty," he answered seriously, the tone of his voice not matching yours at all.

Your face fell, cheeks starting to warm up a little. What the hell were you going to answer to that?

"I don't expect you to fall in love with me though, just tolerating me is enough," Niragi said to fill the silence between the two of you when you didn't say anything back.

"I think i can manage to tolerate you," you admitted, a chuckle following your words.

"So, you'll really stay with me here? Just us?" Niragi tried to confirm one last time, feeling like this was all a dream and he'd soon wake up without you next to him. But right now he did feel your touch, you were real and there with him.

"I know i'll start to regret it pretty soon but... yeah, i think i will."

Niragi couldn't believe what he was hearing – you actually volunteered to stay? With someone like him? It truly wasn't only a joke to you?

"And when i start to annoy the life out of you, i'll make it up to you," Niragi smirked and rubbed your inner thigh, his touch radiating sparks through your leg.

"You better," you stated, raising your eyebrows.

Niragi pulled a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I know i don't deserve a girl like you but i promise to take care of you and be there for you in any way you'd like to have me," Niragi said quietly, completely forgotten now that he was still wounded, being so hypnotized by your mere presence next to him.

"Didn't realize there was a soft side to you after all," you smirked. "Thought you were only obsessing over my body."

"Trust me, i'm definitely obsessing over your body more than anything," Niragi stated, then grabbing your waist to pull you slightly closer. "I'd fuck you right now against this car if that bitch Arisu hadn't shot me."

You bit your lip and tried not to show how the idea alone was making you aroused already, ache spreading between your legs.

"Well, now we have all the time in the world to fuck anywhere we want," you purred while lifting his chin with your finger, making him to take a quick breath in through his nostrils.

God, you were driving him crazy. It would take barely a second to completely melt under your touch.

You leaned your back against the car too next to him, carefully leaning your head against his shoulder, slowly at first to test if he'd flinch away from you but he didn't. Instead, he lifted his arm and put it around you, pulling you closer to his side. You sat there together until the fireworks stopped.

6th time's a charm, huh?

♤♧

A/N: Thank you for reading ♡

[tawus]

Hola it’s me again, gong yoos s!ut

what he does in my imagination? That’s a good question…a really good question.

I fear it will take me 3-4 business days to write down everything I visualize about him but yk the usual.

I know you from the hyunjin fanfic as well as the Alice in borderland one. I’ve been thinking of reading your other fanfic about Dong-Wook but I don’t know anything about his drama. However since he is besties with gong yoo…I might still give it a try.

I did read the fanfiction you recommended me about gongyoo and it was hawttt. But I need more.

What is "the usual" my dear? I know the culmination - we've all read smut, but I'm curious as to the settings and such~

Ok I absolutely did NOT expect you to be from my Hyunjin fic or my Chishiya one as they're my lesser known fics. But it makes it all the more special 🥹❤️❤️❤️

Omg you MUST watch Strangers From Hell drama‼️it's so good

And I agree, that gym fic with Gong Yoo was hot but I'm also craving more

[vin-taege]

3k Follower Celebration

I HIT 3K???? THAT'S CRAZY !!!!

Omg guys after a HOT MINUTE, I rechecked this blog and realized that I've hit 3k followers at some point! Thank you so much for your support. I started this blog a long way back, and I have written for bts—and quite recently—Alice in Borderland. I have been thinking of opening requests for Loki so—

As a thank you (as well as a celebration) I'll be hosting a Sleepover! I'll run the sleepover until the 18th! In between those, I'll be publishing the previous requests for chishiya. Here is a list of asks/requests you may send for Blue's Sleepover Special <3

Ficlets from existing fics

Drabbles

Song fics

Headcannons

Character asks

These are open for bts, aib, and loki! You can also send in questions for any of my previous fics' characters (ex. low expectations jungkook or tokens of appreciation chishiya).

Thank you and have fun in my inbox :3c

[crimsonxe]

I know I'm EXTREMELY late but I have my reasons -cough- fuck you Netflix from a Warrior Nun fan -cough- for holding back on too much of Netflx; I'm mostly binging from time to time and Arcane is coming soooooo yeah, binge time. Anyway just went through Alice in Borderland s1-2 and got some thoughts which include obviously spoilers below:

I know that it comes with an asterisk (namely the actress playing her isn't trans) but love that one of my favs is also a trans characters, just cause LGBT+ YES! She's so badass

Also I ship them so much and all it took was like 2-3 episodes cause chemistry and care they show towards each other; like I would NOT have thought I'd be shipping them at first (then again I didn't expect Ann or Mira to go the routes they went) xD Was so happy to see that her come back in the real world, cause ngl I'd have been really damn pissed off if Ann stayed dead but fucking Niragi lived. Kuina/Ann all the way.

Love the smug bastard that is Chishiya

ngl not a fan of whatever the fuck is going on with Aguni and Akane, like she's a high school student (at most 18) and he's a middle-aged man. Like get anything there gone plz.

Now getting to my other fav up there with Kuina, the badass Usagi, like YEEEEEEEEEES! I almost want her to be the MC.

Y'know at first I wasn't a huge fan cause "hot badass girl" x loner nerd (I guess in this case gamer) guy as a means of the writer making up for irl is eye-rolling; but this case actually earned my loving them. Slowburn, actual emotional bonding, no cliche cringe forced moments, soul-bonded, and going through hell for one another = YES.

[cheshire-shuntaro]

Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here  is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.