#ginji kyuma aib

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟTill death do us part → Ginji Kyuma x reader ˚₊· ꒰🥀꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊After Arisu defeats the King of Clubs' team, you believe that even after so much slaughter, you deserve at least a dignified farewell.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Ginji Kyuma x fem!reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, main character death, no happy ending.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊mention of death, blood, trauma.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,03k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ This is a SUPER old chapter I wrote, and I only just realized I never posted it here on Tumblr. Hope you like it! Just a heads-up, English isn’t my first language, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Happy reading! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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─── Damn, it seems like Kyūma messed up.

One of his bandmates mutters with an apparently frustrated sigh upon hearing the screen announcement that points had been exchanged. You don't really pay much attention to what your friends are saying to one another. Instead, your thoughts are consumed by where all of this is heading and the fact that you must find Kyūma—at least one last time.

Your body moves before your brain can catch up, running as fast as you can because you know your final moments depend on this. You're breathless but don't stop, tears blurring your vision and making it harder to see.

Running for your life had become routine at the Borderlands, but now, more than ever, the tightness in your chest, the rapid thudding of your heart, and the sweat dripping down your forehead somehow fuel your determination. You need to find him because you know he would want to be with you in his final moments, too.

After all, he promised you.

Like that day, before all this started, before the Borderlands mercilessly invaded your lives.

You were sitting in the tiny apartment you shared, more specifically on the balcony. Kyūma was perched on a chair, jotting down a song for his collection of potential tracks for future shows, while you lounged comfortably on a beanbag at his feet.

You observed every detail about him, every expression. You thought his love for music was beautiful, how it consumed his life in a way that seemed to give him a kind of freedom. You adored his dedication—like now—his brow slightly furrowed as he assessed some lyrics, his hair falling lightly over his face, or the way he pushed it back in that effortlessly attractive manner. You loved how he rested his notebook on one leg, which was crossed over the other and bouncing cheerfully to a rhythm only he could hear in his mind.

“I love this, you know?” you murmured with a smile, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere.

“What exactly?” he asked, glancing at you with curiosity, showing his usual interest in your thoughts and feelings.

“How passionate you are about everything you do. Whether it’s being an amazing boyfriend or even just little things like writing a good song for the band. I love that about you.”

He smiled shyly, something that only happened when he was around you. Normally, he was someone who wasn’t afraid to show how he felt when complimented, but with you, he got nervous—maybe because of the effect you had on him.

“Oh, my love. You’re making me all flustered now,” he replied playfully, laughing with you.

He lowered his raised leg, placing the notebook on the small table beside him, and gestured for you to sit on his lap, which you did. He cupped your face, pressing a sincere kiss to your lips, as tender as could be. His lips felt like a comforting embrace, a place where you could relax without fear. He pulled away, leaving one last kiss on your forehead, gazing into your eyes with care and affection, wishing he could hold this sight forever.

“I want you to know that you’re my greatest joy. My passion, my partner, my love. I’m in love with everything about you because I want to be with you and take care of you until my last breath. Keep this promise in your heart,” he said, holding your hands and pressing them against his chest. “I’ll love you until my last breath, until the last beat of my heart. I want to spend my life with you, even when we’re old and gray. But if that doesn’t happen, just know that every particle of my being lives for loving you, my darling.”

When you finally reach the shore where the ocean comes into view, you anxiously scan the area for Kyūma. You spot him quickly, standing beside a tall man you recognize as Arisu. Your breathing falters as your eyes meet Kyūma’s. He smiles at you while walking backward away from Arisu. You’re just a few steps away from them, so you sprint the remaining distance to him.

You stand face to face, Kyūma still smiling as he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. The two of you join hands, and with his free hand, he cups your face, kissing you with both urgency and care. The kiss is short but profound—like every goodbye when it’s time to part. He pulls away, stroking your hair gently.

Kyūma turns to face the ocean, and you follow without hesitation. He lets go of your hand for a brief moment, raising his arms as he breathes in the cold ocean breeze one last time. You watch him, closing your eyes and sighing deeply as you smile softly.

─── I don’t regret anything.

His voice is calm, carrying the weight of everything left unsaid.

─── I had a good life with the band and the love of my life. It was incredible… Thank you. For living it with me until the very end.

He turns to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You press a kiss to his neck, silently returning the sentiment.

─── Thank you, Kyūma... for always loving me.

A deafening noise comes from above, followed by a bright red light descending from the sky. In that instant, both of you are swallowed into the vastness of the blue ocean.

Arisu watches, his legs trembling as he witnesses the end of a love that lasted as powerfully as time itself, ending with nothing more than a game.

─── …I’m so sorry.

He covers his face with his hands, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

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[belvederearsenic]

Alice in Borderland 2 || Headlines Part 13

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[cat0707]

AIB revival happening rn I better see some fics coming out

[myraniellejkelly]

AIB boys with an s/o who used to be a model

Author’s note: sorry for the waits, I’m tryna write “A Bitterness Welcome” part 4. I’m getting more lazier and with all of those schoolwork, going on by the time I’m done.

This work includes/warning: all images aren’t mine, between fluff and smut, vulgar language.

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𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕦

When you’re going grocery shopping, your boyfriend, Arisu, steps into your room as well as he wasn’t quite sure. What he’s intended it todo, besides now looking at your drawer.

He notice a magazine and a collection of photos, for a reason he was surprise by the looks of you. Arisu admires you that you didn’t even tell him you used to be model, I mean what did he miss?

You with different fashionable outfit, well what a lucky man he is. When you step into your room just as if you were trying to find your boyfriend, only to end up with him in your room.

“Ryohei.”

He flinched while you were a little mad, “Did I tell you to come into my room without my permission?”

Arisu quickly bowing down in apology and is looking so nervous around you, “I just think you’re pretty.”

Your eyes widen and sighs, then you slightly smile. “You could’ve just confront me about it, these magazines and photos are old,” you said. “You know I love you right?”

He brightly smile.

“I just wanna know how was your life there?”

You laughed, “Long story.”

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ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕒

He notice his old embarrassing magazines, that you didn’t know about and well let’s just say he used to be that guy who’s a pervert.

You wouldn’t expected to like him that way, and when he saw a magazine who has picture of you, clearly he was surprise.

He compare it to you with his magazines, as you come by and move the magazine away to look at your boyfriend. “Is there something I don’t know about you?”

“Uhh…”

You took the magazine and notice it was you, “I haven’t been modelling for a while now? Playboy?” as your boyfriend looked away, and is clearly at the verge of screaming silently, embarrassed. You were laughing and smile, you just sat down and fix up his face, “You’re cute when you look embarrassed.”

You were teasing him, “You’re such a pervert, Segawa.”

“No, I’m not! I-I! It’s just my old self who like at this… Ugh!” as he is disgusted and smack it on the table.

You were at the verge of laughing, “You don’t have to hide it from me, you seem very curious.”

“I was a perv back then.”

“Oh… you still do…” you said with a glance, “maybe, you wanna check other magazines besides playboy, I got another.”

“Y/N!”

“What? You don’t have to be so overly embarrassed.”

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𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕓𝕖

Saw a random magazine you were holding, and is now placing there in the dinning table. Your boyfriend was sitting right there, while you putting some of the groceries in the kitchen.

He was peaking through the magazines, it caught his attention because of the photo and nodded. Then he whistle and is amaze to see this type of photos, without realizing it was you in there.

“Babe? When did you get this?”

You immediately turned and ran just to snatch it from him, “It’s none of your business… you shouldn’t be looking at it.”

“It wasn’t my fault, you place it there at the dining table,” he said. “Who was that woman in there? She looks fine.”

“Oh wow… calling someone fine in front of your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m not saying she’s fine, more than you do. I mean look at you when did I pull a hot babe like you?”

You rolled your eyes and showed the magazine as you pointed at the photo, “Fine, my old manager gave me this to me.”

“Your old manager?”

“They gave me my old shitty magazine, now I had to keep somewhere.”

“Wait a minute… wait a minute…”

“If you were so curious, that’s me in there.”

He was surprise and laughs.

“Are you making fun of me?!”

“No, no, no… I just didn’t know,” he smiles, “I didn’t expected and now I can see why, I’m so lucky,” he said. “You’re very hot in the old magazine.”

You glare at him.

“You’re still hot than before.”

Then you walked away from the dinning room with a middle finger, only then he looks at your ass and said, “Keep walking runway girl.”

Instead you middle finger him instead, “I love you,” he said. But then you walked away immediately, and didn’t even hear it as you back to your room, “Such a drama queen.”

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𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒

Your boyfriend was looking over at the attic, or most likely checking out some video tapes, some are scrambled everywhere.

He just look over some videos, it’s none other than yourself in the old show runaway. He heard your name calling from the show, as you come up walking in a very elegant walk, thus you stare at the camera with a sharp stare then you walked away.

“Eh?” as he took it out and look at the name, “My Runaway 204?”

Then he ran back as he saw you sitting there while reading. “Is this yours?”

You look down at the video tape, you’ve been looking for and to your surprise, you’ve been looking everywhere. “Oh my god, I’ve been looking everywhere. Where do you find it?”

“At the attic… I uhh… I didn’t know you were a model before you met me.”

“Oh… is that so?” you smile. “Do I look pretty from before?”

“I’m not here to judge, I mean… you still look beautiful as now.”

You laughed and hugged him, “If you were curious, I have magazines at my room. If you want, I can tell you about my former career as a model.”

“Why did you quit?”

“I wouldn’t say quitting, more like retiring.”

“Still I don’t wanna ruin your everything.”

You laughed and place your hand on his face, “There’s no one there who ruin my everything, you are my everything.”

Then you see your boyfriend blush red as you laughed.

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𝕂𝕪𝕦𝕞𝕒

Actually who wouldn’t say when he remembered that time, he go to runaway shows at a rare occasion just because he met you a long time ago. Now, you guys are couple, you would be questioning him, “Do you like me before?”

“Yeah, what’s this question we’re talking about?”

“Well, you know, I used to be a model. I thought I’d be better off as before.”

He is looking confuse, “What’s that supposed to mean? I didn’t say I like you because your model,” he said. “I like you before because I never someone who would make my life better, you know how my friends think of you right?”

You nodded.

“They like you not because your model, it’s just you, you know. That’s what makes me fall in love in the first place, you’re basically family and you’re the only person I could think during at the music studio.”

You were laughing so happily, he continue, “Like seriously, you would be better off just being yourself that I always love about.”

Until this day, you wouldn’t forget you guys been talking about, and that you start think the way you say makes you special, and that you laughed like a high school girl.

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𝕂𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕪𝕦

Like Kyuma, he knew you ever since he goes to runaway shows as he was clapping along with the crowd. Assuming he falls his own eyes and after years, you were walking by like a normal person and that’s when he never expected of you.

You had fallen harder and that until now you and your boyfriend are official. You were working for him as if you felt Deja vu, and that it bugged you to wonder if he actually knew you, not ever since you walked by, but you used to be a model. “Keiichi?”

“Hmm?” while he was working by with papers.

“Since when did we first met?”

“I was stepping in the other day in the streets, until I met you who’s walking at a different direction, as much as we stopped and we make close eyes—“

“That’s… well that… I want to know, did you knew me a long time ago before we even met each other?”

He heavily sigh and turned to you, “I knew you, I fell first. I was at the runway show and I’m not that interested in most of it. Until I see you… you, my darling, you are really something to me, rather I may not want to forget it until you met me.”

You were at the verge of tears as he notice you, “Y/N, are you crying?”

You sniffs as you wipe off with a napkin, looking down and said, “No, I think I had something in my eyes.”

He slowly smiles at you and turned back to his papers.

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ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕪𝕒

You’ve gotten into an accident a while ago from your runway. The fact you fractured your leg and that you no longer feeling, like you could runway your own dreams.

You met a doctor who’s there at your room, a handsome man who looks so much like a model like you. But he prefers being a doctor instead, “Ms. L/N, one of the runway star models.”

“That’s me.”

“How’s your leg?”

You smiled, “So good so far.”

After years, you’ve lost touch with your modelling career, instead you were with him as now you can able to walk. You were walking past so normally that your boyfriend questions you, “Hey dream girl?”

As you turn to him and he continue, “Have you ever thought of coming back to your old career?”

“Eh… I’m not really into that, I’ve lost touch after I gotten to an accident,” you said, looking at him. “I prefer living peacefully and you here, who always makes me feel like myself more.”

He was smirking and nods.

“I’m yet been having thoughts about it. But I’m just taking my time because the only thing I want was a doctor to say, ‘You’ll be okay, I’ll always be there with you no matter what, just take your time.’”

Your boyfriend was laughing.

“I’m feeling offended here.”

“Why?”

“Do I really sound so somber and sorrow?”

You were scoffing with annoyed smile, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you used to talk real smooth, mister.”

He laughs again.

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ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

Your boyfriend saw a magazine up on the streets outside, he pick it up and went back to his hat shop. Only then, he saw that you were includes to the top hit of the model industry. You were now walking in as you were shocked, “Where did you get that?”

“I found it at the streets, it’s some old magazine but…” as he place the magazine on the table and look at you. “Starshine, how come you never told me you used to be a model? It really makes sense now, the way you were swaying your body and that beautiful face of yours, how come?”

“Well, it’s not something I tried to hide from you. I quit modelling a long time ago and I even forgot about my old career, it took me a while to remember it,” you explain. “Until that magazine, I start to remember now, why asking?”

“I wish I was there to cheer you from your old runway show.”

“Aww… but you already are at our private runway.”

He chuckled and holding the brim of his hat as he was bow down like a fellow man, “My lady.”

You were laughing as he approached to you with a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too, my shining star!” as he was finger gun pointing at you with a grin.

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𝔸𝕘𝕦𝕟𝕚

When you were walking by with your boyfriend, as he was helping your shopping bag. A random guy says, “Hey, are you Y/N L/N the model? I’ve heard so much about you but why did you left the runway?”

In fact, you were uncomfortable as you told your boyfriend to walk past and ignore him as you guys walked at a fast pace. But the guy still followed you guys as he told you, “Y/N, who’s that guy? You used to be a model? What happens?”

“It’s nothing really…”

It bothers him as he saw that guy walking so still, “You know it bothers me so much to see you this upset.”

You were sighing while you guys still walking, you look at him and explain, “Back then, I was a model and people liked me. The only problem why I left the model industry, is because I had a lot of fucked-up things from the past; the obsessive fans and stalkers, who came doxxing my address and even following me all day. I was scared and even so I thought I was kidnapped, I hated it and left everything behind. I live a normal life with people who don’t know or some others… who know me. It was before I met you.”

“Y/N… you should’ve told me after you met me.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“Still, it bothers me how much you didn’t tell me,” he said. “You know I love you.”

“I love you too, but I really don’t want to you to get so involved with my life.”

“Y/N, you can go to the coffee place, I’ll be there,” as he gave you your shopping bags.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Oh, do not worry, just go to the coffee place.”

“Uhh… okay?”

Until this day when he came to the coffee restaurant, usually he looks fine without any scratches, but only a man who got beaten pretty good.

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𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕠𝕤𝕤

“Hey Samura have you seen my old photos anywhere?” as you notice him sitting there in the couch, looking over your old photos. “Uhh… Samura?”

He looks at you then to your old photos then to you back. “You look… pretty…”

You were laughing at how weird when he looks at you, you came beside him as he took one photo as you asked him, “You wanna know about that photo? I’ll tell you…”

As you explained about all of those photos back then from your modelling career, even you explain about most of the things. He is very much a listener, and in fact more interested in one of your stories, so much he just wants to keep those photos. Well, he likes you and wants to keep those photos of you because you’re you.

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ℕ𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚

Like Arisu, he just immediately trespasses your room while you were out from home. Your cocky boyfriend, saw those magazines lying from your desk, then he saw none other than playboy magazines.

Like Karube, the fact he is more of a dirty fucker, who laughs at the sight of what he’s looking at. “What have you been hiding from me for all these years?” as your cocky boyfriend took your chair and reads it over those articles about you. He lip bites and even look over a full picture of you, whistling to your sexiness really blows his mind.

If you would’ve imagine if you were taking so long to get back home. He would’ve fucking jerking off through your shit or even stole the magazine from you, just to jerk off through those pictures of you.

At least you came by early and that when you step in, you quickly snatch the magazine out of his sight and angrily said, “What the fuck, asshole?! When the fuck I told you to get into my room and stuff, you dick!”

He raise his hands up like he got caught red handed, “Woah chill, babe! Why you making this like it’s a big deal, hmm?” as he makes that snarky confident smile.

“Bullshit!”

“Alright, aright, alright,” he frowns, “you done with whatever shit drama you make?”

“Ugh!”

He laughs so cockily, “How come you never tell me you were deprive slut in one of those magazines,” as he gets off the chair comes towards you. “Unless… did every previous men ever fuck you before me?” as he pushes you to your bed capturing you both of your hands in one hand, while the other hand on your face.

“What the fuck, Suguru?! That doesn’t make any sense! I never have ever once get fucked by guys!”

He scoffed and smiles, “Well they fucking jerking off of what’s mine!”

“It’s a playboy magazine, what do you expect?!”

Your cocky boyfriend laughs maniacally, “You know, what to expect of what I want, was that I wanna fuck you in every fucking position, like those magazines you did.”

Quickly gripping your jaw to look at him, then he turn your head to side and begin kissing your neck and nibble. Until this day, when at your bed and he was sleeping right next to you, as you rolled your eyes afterwards in annoyance.

He sleep talks saying, “I love you…”

You slowly glance at him and that you sigh and said, “Love you too, jackass.”

As you move a strand of his hair away from his face.

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𝕐𝕒𝕓𝕒

From your presence you seem elegant as your boyfriend wonders off and smoke. He did met you rarely back when you’re model and now you’re here with him after you left the industry years later.

As much as he looks at you, you seem to question, “Do you think I look better as a model?”

He sighs, hands placing gently to your face. “What a strange thing to say, do you think my opinion matters that now you’re with me? If that had made you feel better, perhaps think that being you is more greater than better,” he said. “I had like you, does that change?”

You sighs while he continue, “You’re thinking very hard on yourself, my dear, no matter what I love you.”

“I love you too…”

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𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒

In the past of habit of stalking you all the way, even when you’re a model then when you left. It is very something… you didn’t know when it comes to your psycho boyfriend’s tendency.

He doesn’t care about when you’re a model or not, your psycho boyfriend always so obsessed with you. You casually felt so trapped anyways, but at the slight of things you would accept that you are his girlfriend, and he doesn’t want to change that between you two. You’re his only his own property.

“Do you still love me, even though I’m not that model who are you obsessed with?”

Remember when I say he doesn’t care about you a model or not, yeah he doesn’t care. He is already obsessed with you anyways, “I still like you, why judging about yourself when I own you just the way you are to me.”

At least he got a little humanity in himself to care rather being off, just grabbing so many obsessively bad behaviours towards you. I’m not saying that he shouts or yell at you, what I mean is his unhealthy obsession around you, that grabs his attention so easily that he was easily attached to you so much. He love you in his twisted way of love.

He doesn’t care anything but to kiss you, the only thing there is.

[ryoheiii]

If I was Arisu I'd be looking down somewhere else

[sumluckr]

Breaking point

Pairing: Ginji Kyuma x female reader (smut)

Summary: A fiery argument explodes when you slap Kyuma, only for him to turn it into something darker—rough, possessive sex that leaves you both wrecked. But in the aftermath, the anger fades into soft apologies, lingering touches, and the quiet reassurance that, despite everything, he’s still yours.

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The car ride home was thick with tension, suffocating in a way that made your skin itch and your fists clench. The hum of the engine was the only sound filling the space between you and Kyuma, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the fury thrumming in your veins.

And he had the audacity to sit there, one hand loose on the wheel, the other tapping his thigh in some careless rhythm. Humming.

He was fucking humming like he hadn’t just made a complete fool out of you in front of an entire crowd. Like he hadn’t just signed some drunk girl’s tits with a Sharpie while she giggled and pressed herself against him. Like it was nothing.

Your nails dug into your palms. You could still hear the laughter, still see the smug little smirk that had played on his lips as he dragged the marker across her skin, the crowd eating it up like it was just another part of the show.

Your voice sliced through the thick silence. “You think that shit was funny?”

Kyuma sighed, long and exasperated, like you were the one being unreasonable. “Here we go.”

Your head snapped toward him. “Fucking here we go?”

He licked his lips, eyes still fixed on the road. “You always do this.”

Oh, that was rich.

“I always do this?” you echoed, voice sharp. “I always fucking do this? You—you—just signed some random bitch’s tits like a sleazy little rockstar cliché, and I’m the one making a big deal out of it?”

Kyuma let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “It was harmless. She asked, and I gave her what she wanted. Didn’t mean shit.”

You laughed, but it wasn’t amused. “Right. Didn’t mean shit.” You turned in your seat, fury radiating off you. “So, what, Kyuma? Should I start letting random guys sign my tits too? Maybe let them grope me a little while I’m at it?”

His fingers flexed against the wheel. “Don’t start.”

“No, go on, explain it to me.” Your voice dripped venom. “How exactly is it ‘harmless’ when you do it, but if I even look at another guy for too long, you get that jealous little scowl on your face?”

He exhaled hard through his nose. “It’s not the same.”

Your laugh was sharp and humorless. “Oh, eat shit, Kyuma.”

He slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “Fucking hell, it was just a signature! It’s part of the show, it’s part of who I am! You knew who I was when you got with me!”

Your vision went red. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t sign up to be disrespected, you arrogant fucking asshole.”

The second he pulled into the driveway, you were out of the car, slamming the door so hard the whole vehicle rocked. Kyuma followed, rubbing his jaw, muttering something under his breath as he shut the driver’s side door with unnecessary force.

By the time you were inside, the argument was already burning hot.

“You’re acting like a jealous fucking kid,” Kyuma snapped, toeing off his boots.

“Oh, fuck you, Kyuma.” You whirled on him, shoving his chest with both hands. He barely stumbled back, but the message was clear. “You wanna play rockstar? Fine. But don’t fucking act like my feelings don’t matter. Don’t sit there and act like I’m the crazy one.”

His nostrils flared. “I don’t—”

SLAP.

The sound echoed through the space, sharp, cutting. His head turned slightly with the impact, jaw tightening. For a moment, just a second, silence swallowed everything.

Then, slowly, Kyuma turned his gaze back to you, dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.

And then he fucking grinned.

It sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear, not from regret, but from something darker, something hotter. Your whole body was still buzzing with adrenaline, with rage, with the kind of unchecked emotion that burned at your skin and left you wanting.

Kyuma took a slow step toward you, then another. His presence was overwhelming, broad frame cutting off your escape, the heat of him pressing against you before he even touched you.

“Go on, baby,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Hit me again.”

Your chest heaved. “Fuck you.”

His grin widened. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Before you could snap back, he moved. His hands were on you in an instant, grabbing, pulling, shoving. He spun you, pressing your front against the wall, one large hand sliding up your spine and pinning you in place. The roughness, the sheer force of him, had you gasping.

“This what you want?” Kyuma growled, voice low, husky, right against your ear. “Wanna throw your little tantrum, wanna hit me, but the second I put my hands on you, you start fucking melting?”

His other hand slid between your legs, palming the heat of you through your jeans. You bit your lip hard enough to hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound.

Kyuma chuckled. “Oh, baby. You’re gonna fight me on this?”

His fingers worked the button of your jeans open with ease, tugging them down your thighs in a swift motion. Then your panties. Cool air kissed your skin for half a second before his fingers were on you, spreading you open, swiping through the slick already pooling there.

A sharp gasp left your lips, and he laughed.

“God, you’re dripping,” he groaned, rubbing slow, lazy circles around your clit, not giving you enough, teasing, playing. “You were fucking fuming in that car, but your pussy was already getting wet for me, wasn’t it?”

You hissed through your teeth, but your body betrayed you, hips pushing back against his hand. Kyuma growled, biting down on your shoulder, just enough to make you jolt.

“Admit it, baby,” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing hot against your neck. “You like it when I make you mad. You like when I push you, when I get you so fucking furious that all you can think about is me.”

His fingers sank into you without warning—two, thick, stretching, pressing right where you needed. Your mouth fell open on a choked moan, your forehead dropping against the wall.

Kyuma groaned. “That’s it, baby. That’s the fucking sound I wanted.”

His pace was brutal from the start, his fingers fucking into you hard, deep, dragging slick noises from your soaking cunt. The tension in your gut coiled fast, and you hated him for it, hated how easily he could ruin you.

But then his fingers disappeared, leaving you empty, throbbing, aching.

You barely had time to protest before you heard the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself.

“Spread your legs,” Kyuma ordered, his voice nothing but raw, commanding heat.

You did. You shouldn’t have, but you fucking did.

A moment later, his cock dragged through your folds, smearing your wetness over the thick, heavy length of him. He gave a slow, teasing grind, rubbing the head against your clit before sliding it back, pressing against your entrance but not pushing in.

You whimpered, hands clenching into fists against the wall.

Kyuma grinned against your ear. “C’mon, baby. Say it.”

Your pride flared hot, but your need burned hotter.

“Kyuma—”

He nudged forward just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to give you what you needed.

“Say. It.”

Your teeth gritted. “Fucking fuck me.”

Kyuma growled, and then he thrust, burying himself inside you in one deep, brutal stroke. Your back arched, a wrecked moan tearing from your throat as he filled you to the hilt, stretching you wide, splitting you open.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, voice wrecked, fingers tightening on your hips. “Tight little pussy squeezing me like you need it. Like you were fucking made for this cock.”

You barely had time to adjust before he set a pace that was all raw power, hard and deep, every thrust slamming you against the wall. The impact sent shockwaves up your spine, pleasure coiling tight in your belly.

Kyuma was relentless. He owned you in that moment—one hand in your hair, tugging your head back so he could murmur filth into your ear, the other gripping your hip, forcing you to take every inch of him.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled, his thrusts punctuated by wet, filthy sounds. “Acting all mad, but your greedy little cunt is sucking me in.”

Your nails dragged down the wall as a sob of pleasure tore from you. Kyuma fucking grinned.

“That’s my girl.”

His grip shifted, and suddenly, he was lifting you—arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your feet off the floor. You gasped as he fucked up into you at a brutal angle, deeper than before, your back arching, legs wrapping around him.

“Fucking look at you,” he groaned, voice shaking. “So cock-drunk, so fucking wrecked for me.”

Your body was burning, the pleasure teetering on the edge of unbearable.

Kyuma felt it. His hand slid down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing hard, fast, pushing you straight into freefall.

Your orgasm hit like a sledgehammer, ripping through you, shattering you. You screamed, your walls clenching around him, squeezing him like a vice.

Kyuma snarled, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, pulsing hot inside you, breath ragged and filthy against your skin.

His body was heavy against yours, chest rising and falling in sync with yours. His lips were on your shoulder, breath hot, but there was no more teasing, no cocky grin—just the slow drag of his lips against your sweat-slick skin.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound in the air was the ragged panting between you, the cooling sweat on your bodies making your skin tacky where you touched. The fight still lingered in the air, raw, unspoken, but it had burned down into something else—something softer, something fragile beneath all the anger and need.

Kyuma shifted, his nose brushing your temple. His voice came quieter this time, lower, raspier in the aftermath.

“Baby.”

You swallowed, still trembling slightly from how hard he had wrecked you.

“…Yeah?”

His arms around you tightened, and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, the weight of him grounding, anchoring.

“I’m sorry.” His voice had lost all of its earlier arrogance. “I mean it. I shouldn’t have done that to you back there. I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that.”

You exhaled shakily, fingers curling against the wall. It was hard to stay angry when he sounded like that—when he was pressing soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, when he was still holding you like you mattered.

“I’m sorry too,” you murmured, voice quiet. “For slapping you. For losing my shit like that.”

Kyuma chuckled, low and breathless, nuzzling against your skin. “You got a hell of a right hook, baby.”

You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head. “I just—I hate feeling like that, Kyuma. Like I’m losing you to the crowd. Like I don’t matter when you’re on stage.”

Kyuma sighed, his lips still brushing against your skin, like he couldn’t stop touching you, like he needed to keep you close. “You matter, baby. More than any of that shit. More than anything.”

You finally turned in his arms, your hands sliding up his chest, his skin warm and slick beneath your touch. His face was so close now, his lips still slightly swollen from where you had bitten him earlier. His brows furrowed as he studied you, like he was still reading your expression, still making sure you weren’t holding back anything unsaid.

Kyuma never took things seriously unless he had to. But right now, there was no teasing in his face, no smugness, no cocky smirk.

Just him. Just the man you loved, standing before you, raw and open.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” he said, quieter now, rougher. “I swear, baby. It was just part of the act, just part of the show, but… I get it. If you did that to me, I’d lose my fucking mind.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “So you are a jealous little shit.”

Kyuma groaned, tilting his head back slightly. “Babe—”

Your fingers curled around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, slow and lingering this time. He melted into it immediately, sighing against your mouth, his hands smoothing over your sides, like he was trying to calm you, soothe you.

When you pulled back, you pressed your forehead against his. “You’re still making it up to me.”

A grin finally ghosted across his lips. “Oh, yeah?”

You hummed. “Starting with a bath.”

Kyuma chuckled, but he didn’t protest, just pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling back and scooping you into his arms without warning.

“Kyuma—!”

“Shh, baby.” He grinned, striding toward the bathroom like you weighed nothing. “Let me take care of you.”

The fight was behind you. The tension, the anger, the sharp edges—they had all melted into something else, something softer, something only he could pull from you.

Because that was Kyuma. A cocky bastard who made you want to slap him and fuck him in the same breath. A reckless, arrogant frontman who made you lose your mind.

But also the man who held you afterward, who pressed slow, careful kisses to your skin, who ran warm water over your body, who murmured soft, silly things to make you smile.

And that was why, every time, you forgave him.

[niragigooner]

I’d like to think that kuzuryu is always silently judging everything kyuma does or says

— repost from my Pinterest

[thinkingofchishiya]

HIIII ALICE IN BORDERLAND FANDOM ID LIKE TO ADRESS SOME VERY VERY INTERESTING MANGA LORE / ANGST ABOUT KYUMA AND MIRA

So for those who don’t know, all of the game masters during arisu’s time arrived only days after eachother and all met very quickly- almost becoming a group like we see with our protagonists.

Mira met Kuzuryu (the king of diamonds) , and then they came to encounter Shirabi (the king of spades) who was on his fourth day, On kyumas 2nd day he left his band in the morning to go for a run and this is when he bumped into Shirabi, who was exercising to the radio.

Not too long after mira approaches shirabi for the first time, as he was burying someone. She asks why he was burying someone he didn't even know, and he tells her that humans don't want to die atop some asphalt, that it breaks the cycle of life. This fascinates mira who tells him that she'll plant some seeds on top of the graves, and water them everyday until they grow. Eventually, they all start sprouting flower buds.

Every morning they all met up at the same place to do radio calisthenics and to talk. Mira and Kuzuryu played a game of chess once while getting to know each other better. One of my favourite quotes is “she is seen proudly showing off the massive fish she caught to Kyūma.”

It is said on the 87th day of sojourn for the king of spades is when they all had their final game and were given the option to stay or leave the borderlands, this means they spent 87 mornings together and more😭 can you imagine the regular morning meet the day after kyuma died, him simply not turning up after all that time and the group knowing it was because he lost his game and was gone.

When they finally only had one game card left to beat, kyuma suggested a celebration in which they completed it together for the first time. Their first and only group game together was their last before they all chose to stay in the borderlands and became game masters of the cards they beat. This meant their last game was a game of clubs.

and like i don’t fucking care, mira and kyuma were BESTIES i tell you!!! she finds the beauty in human nature and would’ve loved kyumas outlook on life and his little quirks. My favourite platonic rare pair right there!!!

“she is seen proudly showing off the massive fish she caught to Kyūma.” i’m not crying YOU are.

the game masters are so scooby doo mystery gang coded and i won’t explain further !!

edit: kyuma and tatta were both the first people of their groups to die and they died in the same game (cries)

[thecheshireprincess]

wait a fucking second

why am i not writing filth about Kyuma?

it's so easy, he's literally already undressed

[mystnco]

Dear AIB fandom,

Can we at least agree that Bianca Censori's outfit in this year's Grammys is inspired by Kyuma?

[hyunjinners]

꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛Masterlist: aib❜ =͟͟͞♡‧ ˚ ₊

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ɾყσԋҽι αɾιʂυ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Sincere Relationship" (fem reader)

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Arisu feels lucky to have someone by his side supporting him.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ʂԋυɳƚαɾσ̄ ƈԋιʂԋιყα. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Headcanons Relationship With Shuntarō Chishiya." (fem reader)

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ Headcanons relationship with Chishiya before Borderland + you together in Borderland.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ɠιɳʝι ƙყυɱα. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "Until Death Do Us Part" (fem reader)

❝ ꒰ informations ꒱ After Arisu defeats the King of Clubs' team, you believe that even after so much slaughter, you deserve at least a dignified farewell.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛αʅιƈҽ ιɳ Ⴆσɾԃҽʅαɳԃ ԋҽαԃƈαɳσɳʂ. . .❜ɞ

.ᨘ۫. ۪→ "characters reacting to you with serious injuries" (fem reader)

❝ ꒰ 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ꒱ characters reacting to you getting hurt during some bordeland game.

: ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ I will soon be completing the list with many more chapters! My finals week is coming to an end, so I can have more time to get rid of this creative block. Tell me what you think! ;)

꒷꒦ ⊹ ๑ ❛principal masterlist❜ =͟͟͞♡ ‧ ˚ ₊

[belvederearsenic]

Alice in Borderland 2 || Headlines Part 30

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[chupenguin]

WIP: Alice in Borderland, but everything is a D&D campaign

“Where’s the asshole?”

“He was called for an emergency at the hospital or something,” Kuina says as she opens a new bag of snacks. Those are his snacks. “He just left.”

So that’s why he woke up to the sound of a door being slammed. That doesn’t explain what everyone is doing sitting at his table in the middle of the afternoon.

“And why are you still here if that idiot left?”

“You were home,” Arisu points. “So we had no reason to leave.”

“I was sleeping,” Niragi has been awake for five minutes, and he already wants to go back to bed. What kind of person leaves their house unattended and raided by a bunch of idiots? Why did Chishiya not kick everyone out when he had to leave?

“Well, you’re awake now. Can we keep playing?”

Niragi looks at the table.

There’s one of those Tokyo maps tourists use sitting upon it and, on top of that, two pieces. One is the car player piece from Monopoly. The other an ugly pink Hot Wheels.

“What are you even doing?”

“King of Spades,” three different voices say at the same time, and Niragi is about to kick them out of his house for the second time in two minutes.

“You started playing face cards without me?”

“You were sleeping.”

“And your character is not even in this part of the map.”

[hiemalsborderland]

kyuma sketch (colored) baby’s first shirtless drawing how do we feel A for effort??

[ryoheiii]

Kyuma can fix Niragi

[mirawidowkano]

Alice in Borderland, No Borderland AU where the gamemasters are just cats

Hatter picked Kuzuryu and Mira off the streets, later to find out they technically belong to a man called Gamon

The Band belong to Kuina

Shiirabi belongs to the streets but can always be found around the others' houses

and Risa and Enji belong to either Niragi or Chishiya