#matsushita enji x you

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alice in borderland — imagine w/ the male characters

contents : friends to lovers, mini story, suggestive af, kinda soft, nsfw ( for mature audiences only )

I HAD THE STRONG URGE TO TYPE "good girl/boy" anyway I'm going back to work.

“Can I tell you something? I've liked you since the beginning.”

Thump.

Thump.

“As do I.”

Lust. It burns every fiber of rationality the more you try to extinguish it. Love, it creeps as slow as it can, and cannot be identified before it is too late.

Like—why do you like him? You find yourself wondering as you gaze upon the man before you. A friend, you once called him. There was a reason for the closeness and connection you both had built.

Too close or too loose?

This friendship that's budding another flower—was it even platonic at the beginning?

Deep breath, tight heart, throbbing feels. Hands coming to cover your budding arousal. His hand grazed your neck, stopping—and you pray to anyone who can hear that he cannot hear your quick breathing and rapid heartbeat.

“Are you nervous?”

It was supposed to be an innocent hang out, a movie at his place. but it seems fate has other things at hand.

Intentional. Fiery palm trailing from the side of your neck, down to your shoulder, stopping to your arm. “Am I making you nervous?” His whisper is tickling on your ear.

“Since back then,” He blows a small puff on your ear and you can feel him smile as you flinch at the sudden air, “I've been dreaming of having you as my own.” Calloused hand drags sideways, meeting in the middle, where your collarbone is.

He taps, “And now, I have you for myself.”

The other, makes it way to your stomach, “Would you like me to stop?”

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“No.”

And he grins. “Your wish, is my command.”

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Loose yourself to the rhythm.

Feel the thunderous beat of every veins and breath in the magic. In a world so constricting, it's no wonder everyone must go out and let it all out.

Lips all over your skin and blazing contacts of warm hands travel, further and further. Pads of the fingers pin down all of the spots that sends ecstasies of shivers, mewl of pleasure and groan of satisfaction. The noise from the outside world simply became a background buzz as your hearing became static, too lost in the euphoric treasure it gives.

“Enjoying yourself, hun?” he purrs, wet lips drawling lines across your navel, eyes dropping to your expression as he drown and feels himself immersed in the constant change of your face.

“Don't stop..”

His throat swells and release a breathless chuckle, lifting himself from his position to close in on your dazed look. “Oh I won't.” Head tilted with a smirk lining his features.

“But I do want to hear you beg.”

His fingers drags themselves painfully slow in your walls and you find yourself panting at the feeling. “Please.” Whimper comes out of your lips, trying hard to chase release.

But in and out, he sticks to his words. “I can't hear you, louder.” The ministration halt right in time as his voice comes out, “Please.. Please Don't stop!”

He huffs in amusement, resuming the work as he closes the distance, chaste and quick steal of a kiss before they go down, down, down.

“Good.” He drawls.

He lick a stripe on the middle of your chest, “That's my pretty baby, always listenin' to me.”

Higher, faster, quick—light dims and spots began to appear, how many times have you done it? How much time has passed? You couldn't tell, not with how hot the room is, how warm his mouth is, how precise his touches are.

Everything is nothing, and this, became everything. “You earn it, don't you?” Words utter lightly with pants in-between. “My pretty baby, all spread out like this.”

“I'm kind to you because you're too pretty for me to handle, yeah?” But you couldn't reply. Bite. Not enough to draw addictive red, but enough to cause a bit of flame on your chest.

Suck. It's soothing, your perception of stimulation went high, blurry as they can get. Skin touch sensitive for the past hours it has started.

“Don't you..” It's a bit jumbled, the words, and he seems to have realized, popping off of your chest with a satisfied look on the mark before they trail down, “Don't you fall asleep on me now before we finish, a'ight?” He chuckles, fingers wet in slick and fluids, “After all.”

“We still have more to try.”

[pixaho]

Could you do fluff headcannons (or a one shot if u don't do headcannons) of enji matsushita with a fem reader who usually acts very sad and gloomy at first but after opening up the reader turns out to be very sweet

Fluff Headcannons of Enji Matsushita

Pairing; Enji Matsushita x Fem!Reader

cw; none! it's a fluffy headcannon (●'◡'●)

a/n; YEA! I WILL DO THIS! I thought nobody else liked Enji Matsushita so when I got this request, I was fan girling! Enjoy <3

Enji Matsushita who ends up... meeting you on the worst day possible. He's not watching where he walks when he accidentally bumps into you. It takes everything in you to not just blow up at this random person. This is how you meet.

Enji Matsushita who ends up... asking to get a cup of tea since he sees you're upset. He walks with you in silence to a tea shop as you frown.

Enji Matsushita who ends up... buying the tea and asking you about yourself. He seems more interested in how you are than anything else going on around him. This makes you lighten up a bit.

Enji Matsushita who ends up... listening intently as you tell him about how your day was going and how the whole week has been. He doesn't even talk to anyone passing by, just listens to you and watches your expression.

Enji Matsushita who ends up... telling you about how his week had been, which was worse than yours, but it makes you feel slightly better.

Enji Matsushita who ends up... smiling as he sees you opening up and smiling. He enjoys seeing the sweet side of you. He enjoys watching you blossom.

aib list m.list

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alice in borderland — imagine dad vibes

dads who in their free time watches YouTube tutorials on how to design different hairstyles for their children, whether it be cut, dye, or simply designing it. in the end, became responsible for doing their children's hair and he thoroughly enjoys it. “daddy, daddy!” they come running up to him and once he's finished, goes to you to show it off

chishiya, kurube, tatta, arisu, aguni, yaba, kuzuryu

sneezes so loud, and it's not just the nose that's talking, it's the mouth too. like he just goes "aCHOOBRRBSJUHUBAH!" which scares/concerns his kid(s), best expect that they'd be running at you with concern/scared expression plastered on their face. " daddy's doing it again!!" and you'd tell him but his response is just, "so what?! let them be terrified!"

kurube, niragi, hatter, kyuma, aguni, last boss

dad jokes. need i say more? they're the bane of their child(ren) lmao. like, they just talk at the most bizarre moments, like one time your family is in a restaurant and he saw a fly, "what do you call a fly with no wings?" and everyone immediately groans, awaiting the punchline "a walk." the another set of groan—over the time they learn to ignore or let out a chuckle of two. needless to say, he never lets go of that humor.

maki, chota, kurube, hatter, enji, banda

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alice in borderland — imagine insecurities

a/n : not that they won't worship all of you but these are how they act if you have them

dark spots in your body? underarms, knees, inner thighs, even your buds? they're worshipping it all, not just because it is a part of you but they find it fascinating how the colors of your skin is different, like gradient in a form of a serene color, different shades of brown overlapping each other. pinches and pull at your skin, be it with their fingers or teeth—at some point on in your relationship, it became his habit to habitually pinch them. wordlessly telling you how much they dearly appreciate you.

arisu, kuina, tatta, chishiya, kyuma, kuzuryu

ohhh moles, as they likes to call it "beauty marks" they represent as stars in their eyes, counts them as their gaze travels, sometimes connecting them like how people does to freckles ( if you have one too ) their fingers maps and dance along your skin sending light and feather-ly touches. face focused and in awe as they do it. really likes this part of you, somehow, the sight of your marks is sorta therapeutic.

aguni, usagi, ann, kuina, enji, last boss, chota, lisa

stretch marks? they got you. to them, it's proof that you are real ( pre and post borderland ) and that you are with them, because they know, dreams cover up flaws and flaws exist in real time. worships them with kisses, maybe sensual, maybe innocent. may it be on your thighs, waist, or underarms. more often than not however, they leave their own marks on you far better than you can count over your stretches. it's that many.

niragi, hatter, kyuma, banda, maki, mira, kurube

and ofc, belly rolls—they love it. it makes them go feral. look, just imagine, thigh high, crop tops, hell even low waisted pants whilst your cute belly shows? oh they're ogling at it, respectfully <3

everyone ofc esp lisa

[pixaho]

OMG I SAW YOU WRITE FOR ENJI I DIDN'T THINK PPL GAF ABOUT HIS EMO ASS

can I request a fluff oneshot of enji with a fem reader who writes and draws their own horror stories but due to being a workaholic the reader often neglects their needs and overworks themself sometimes to the point of panic attacks

enji comforting the reader during a panic attack AHHH (≧∇≦)/

Frightened

Pairing Enji Matsushita x Fem!Reader

cw; very detailed panic attack <3

a/n; I'm not even kidding, these requests are making me SMILE! I LOVE HIS LIL EMO ASS, He's so ADORABLE! Enjoy! <3

wc; 468

Everyone knew you were an absolute workaholic. You spent a bunch of hours a day sitting in front of your type writer and computer, writing about horror stories. You even drew some of them. Sometimes you would even sit there for a whole day, writing. It was really bad especially since you didn't take care of yourself a lot.

Your boyfriend, Enji Matsushita, who you had met through your found love of horror, would always attempt to take care of you without taking you away from your work. However, he hadn't visited in a week, leaving you in a state that you didn't even know was possible.

You had been drawing and writing for your new horror comic "Kitara za monsutā." It had been a while since you last got up to look at yourself in the mirror, talk to friends, or even taken care of yourself. It had been work, work, work, work, and more work. You were on a deadline. Slowly but surely the panic of not reaching that deadline built up inside of you.

Finally you got up, feeling woozy after staring at a screen for so many hours. You looked at the time. Enji was supposed to be back today, he had been at a convention. That panic started to build up as you stumbled to the bathroom, seeing yourself in the state that was you. It made you think of the monster from your story, that was all you saw, staring right back at you.

Your chest feels heavy as you stare at yourself in the mirror, the other person being an unrecognizable creature staring back at you. Is this what it feels like? To be a monster? Is that was I actually look like? Were all questions that pounded against your skull. Your head hurt but your eyes hurt more as your chest felt tight. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think, you just simply felt nothing but afraid.

You slide down the wall onto the floor as the thing in the mirror slowly looks down at you. It had your features but it wasn't you, unless it was. There is a pounding feeling in your head as your eyes water and you grab at your chest, you can't breath. You can't feel anything but panic. Everything around you was spinning, your face hot, your eyes stinging.

You hadn't even noticed when the front door opened, or when Enji wrapped his arms around you. He was rocking back and forth with you in his arms. All you noticed was the panic shrinking as you shattered with sobs and incoherent mumbling into the arms of him. He was calm, it was his way of keeping you calm instead of him worrying and panicking.

"It's okay, I'm here." He whispered, giving you a little squeeze.

aib list m.list

mutuals; @talusional @dillpick

again, if you want to be mutuals, just ask! <3

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alice in borderland — enji matsushita “tick tock clock”

contents : spoiler, fluff, angst, suggestive content

Meeting one another in such a twisted place, falling in love and finding comfort in this limbo of madness is the only saddest thing anyone can ever undergo through.

The sunlight streams lightly through the transparent curtain, caressing the whole room like a sweet hum of lullaby, gently urging you to wake up. Warmth is the only thing that's keeping you in place.

Fingers dances through your hair as you snuggle further to the ball of heat beside you, breathing in the scent that you've grown fond of.

“You awake?” Hoarse voice questioned you, clearly having awoken themselves. Yet you gave no response.

Matsushita let out a breathless chuckle, hid fingers pausing in their ministration to your scalp, “Hmm, still sleepy huh.” Hand trail from your hair to your nape, his thumb pressing lightly on your skin.

They travel further, down to where the sheets cover your bodies. His index finger following the shape of your spine.

Warm.

Sometimes, Matsushita asks himself if this is truly real. Is it not just some form of sick reality? A whisper of a wish that his mind simply hoped for.

Life.

Alive. If this was simply a hallucination of his mind, he would be glad— his hand drawing small circles on your bare skin, after all, how can one love someone that darkness has swallowed whole?

Many times, he can never voice out the things he wants to say.

Such feeling of je-ne-sais-quoi squeezing him until he can no longer utter. The crawling of odd emotions flowing steady but leaving a deep scar as it webs his entire being. And perhaps this is where he is meant to be.

In the darkness—with his most hoped treasure.

“What are you thinking so hard of?”

Matsushita hummed, smiling as he shifts his weight to his arm to gaze down at you, “I wonder...” A twinkle in his eyes, such adoration held within made in contact with yours, “how good I treat you last night, maybe?” In addition to his words, he cocked his head a bit with a smug grin.

“Pervert.”

His grin widen.

“Now you're just hurting my feelings!” He leaned, the hand that previously kept on drawing now grips your waist as he closed the proximity between the two of you. “But, I will be more than willing to do it again with you, ya'know?”

“You're a tease, don't you know that, Enji?”

“Oh sugar, I am aware.”

You giggle, Matsushita rolled on top of you, “It's one of my charm.” Taking a swift kiss from you, he grin, “This time, I'll take over.”

Perhaps, in this Warm Life can he start anew.

“Don't go..” You whined, the early mornings always makes you drowsy but never Matsushita. His fringe sways as he tilt his head, “I have to. ” There goes that sweet smile full of regret. “I don't wish to leave you, ” He mutters, fingers lacing with yours, “But you know I have to.”

Beat.

That heartbeat he became in peace with, he can feel it. A rhythm he will always recognize, a melody he shall never forget.

“Must you really do?”

He chuckles. “I must.”

“Then, come back home?”

“I will.” He kissed you, a promise he will never break. “I will come back home to you, sweetheart.”

“Promise?”

Matsushita smiled, his hands that's gripping his jacket take a hold of your cheeks before they held and laced your pinkies.

“Promise, I will always return to you.”

Beauty.

What's the first thing that comes to one's mind when they think of it? For him, it's only one thing.

Y/n

His purest sweetheart. The back of his mind screams that you are touched by the darkness—maybe that's him? He doesn't know.

“How'd you know you'll come back to me everytime?”

Matsushita smiled, kissing your crown lightly as he pulls you to safety. Chaos ensues behind you. The mayhem sings a tune and fulfills a whole tandem of requiem for those who hum for it.

“If..”

“That's because I'll make sure I will.”

His hand squeeze your hand.

Eyes trail to the window in thought, fingers tracing small circles on your knuckles. “If we somehow get out of here— No.. If we live longer, on the right time..” Matsushita kissed his teeth, cheeks flaring red as he thinks.

“I want us to settle down.” Bashfully, he averts his gaze, the finger that's been drawing, rest on your left ring finger, “and visit a lot of beautiful places together.”

“I'll make sure to make you happy until we grow old. That's why I will always live and come back to you, no matter how long it will take.” He rolls over to his side, smiling fondly.

“So make sure to survive too, yeah?”

“Wait- what made you sure it's me? The Jack of Hearts could easily be one of you guys.” Matsushita breathes, his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage.

There's a slight panic laced in his tone.

This is bad.

Matsushita took a small deep breath, “Okay maybe I did try to blame everything by setting you up, but look!” There's desperation in his voice as he attempts to further convince the men circling him.

Yaba, Banda, Chishiya—How dare they. His fool was foul proof, it should've been.

“It's not enough, right?” Eyes held a tremor of terror in them, I need to survive this.

“You guys don't have any proof that I'm the Jack of Hearts, huh?” He knew from the start, lay low and wait, patiently. A predator watching it's preys in a frantic.

But there he spots another, another and another, lone predators lying in observation. Eyes trained on him. Chishiya stepped forward, Matsushita could feel his heart drop.

He kissed the inside of his cheeks, praying to whoever can hear him—grant him the luck and mercy he asks. He needs. “These guys kept you alive.” Every fiber of his bones screams for the doom of this man, his mind in a frazzle as he listens. Ears straining and nerves screaming. “because they decided they want to get information out of you.”

Shock at the revelation, Matsushita looked behind him only to see Yaba and Banda approaching.

His breathing deepens.

I have to survive this.

I must come home.

Round 14, start.

“It's not everyday we get to meet a citizen of this country. We need you to tell us the ins and outs of this country.” Yaba announces, Banda looking at him with amusement dancing in his eyes, the glint of the metallic knife smirks smugly at him.

No..

No- I need to live. For me. For y/n.

“I'm sorry we won't be able to kill you, but..” Banda smiles at him, kneeling with the sharp tool in his hand, “there are other ways to have fun.”

Aahh... Warm.

Like a mother's embrace, soothing and full of love.

What did he do wrong?

Matsushita questions to himself. Was it a sin to push forward to survive? This life that's so precious to him, is it wrong to wish for a longer life?

“No no..”

The only salvation he has. His dearest.

His eyes teared up at the thought. He sat in the pool of his own blood, mourning at the thought that he will never be able to see his lover again. I'm sorry, y/n.

“You promised.”

He can see- blurry, the e/c that he's known to cherish.

It hurts.

Is he hallucinating? The pain is too much. He can't tell. “You promised to me. You'd always return to me.”

Raindrops.?

Everything is so hauntingly deafening. He can't focus. “So why are you leaving me now?”

There's something soft placed on his cheek. Warmth on his forehead and the salt that meets his lips is melancholic.

Y/n?

Matsushita never imagined he would meet his demise so soon. In borderland, a promise will soon break—How dare he be naive that everything will work out fine. I want to be with you one last time.

Greedy.

Greedy.

Greedy. His heart cries in sorrow. “I thought..” He whimpers, voice cracking and blood draining, “I thought we'd have more time.”

[brokenloverr24]

#the fact that kurube is in each and every one of them proves that he is, in fact, a dilf in training-

alice in borderland — imagine dad vibes

dads who in their free time watches YouTube tutorials on how to design different hairstyles for their children, whether it be cut, dye, or simply designing it. in the end, became responsible for doing their children's hair and he thoroughly enjoys it. “daddy, daddy!” they come running up to him and once he's finished, goes to you to show it off

chishiya, kurube, tatta, arisu, aguni, yaba, kuzuryu

sneezes so loud, and it's not just the nose that's talking, it's the mouth too. like he just goes "aCHOOBRRBSJUHUBAH!" which scares/concerns his kid(s), best expect that they'd be running at you with concern/scared expression plastered on their face. " daddy's doing it again!!" and you'd tell him but his response is just, "so what?! let them be terrified!"

kurube, niragi, hatter, kyuma, aguni, last boss

dad jokes. need i say more? they're the bane of their child(ren) lmao. like, they just talk at the most bizarre moments, like one time your family is in a restaurant and he saw a fly, "what do you call a fly with no wings?" and everyone immediately groans, awaiting the punchline "a walk." the another set of groan—over the time they learn to ignore or let out a chuckle of two. needless to say, he never lets go of that humor.

maki, chota, kurube, hatter, enji, banda