#morizono aguni x reader

[myraniellejkelly]

Giving your hand to AIB boys and see what their reaction part 2

Author’s note: On the roll on this part.

Another note: First time making a fic relating to smut and I hate to admit that I’m about to regret my life’s choice.

This work includes: All images belong to their respected owners, grammars ahead, fluff until smut (not very much into that) and because you know Niragi and Banda related.

Part 1

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Morizono Aguni

From time to time, you were camping with your boyfriend. Then he stand firm and hands on his back as he watch the sky.

He takes a breeze as the birds chirping, across the forest and watches the view while you’re making a campfire.

Moments later, you and Aguni were talking about your guy’s day and pretty much simple, he probably might mention about Hatter from his hat shop, or so necessary related to Last Boss and Niragi since you were always there listening.

You wonder if you could take your hand in letting him do something about it to your hand. At first, he just kind of stares for a moment and first thing he had in mind, was holding your hands and just blows it just to make your hand warm.

He worries too much of you, and that he wanted to make you warmer by the campfire, while you guys were camping. Aguni may not been giving you attention towards you all day, and that he only gave you a basic kiss on the lips then leaves.

So he might be kissing your knuckles, and perhaps he kept rubbing your cold hands together, just to make you feel warm as he blows. Either way, you still love him.

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Danma Takeru | Hatter

You were at his hat shop and you were just looking over, trying on different hats whiles he keeps you in company. You were joking around and initially roleplaying, as he was laughing at the sight of you.

In the meantime, you put back where it came from then you gaze at him for a moment, which it caught to his attention on you. Hatter mind asking you if you need something, so you look around then you gave your hand to him.

Somehow Hatter just held your hand and from your knuckles in silence, he was obviously just thinking of something. Then he smiled and looked at you as he kneel down as if he was proposing to you, just dramatically kissing your knuckles.

Dragging his eyes on to you with a grin, he quickly stand up and pulled you as you twirl around, then you were landed on to his chest as he was behind you. You look up at him from the behind and he was swaying around, left and right, just dancing.

At first, when he did that you were but until now, you were laughing happily. Hatter twirl you back around as you face to him, then grabbing you by the waist as he looked down on you.

Then he pulled you back straight as Hatter kiss you, you would be lazily applause at his performance, just as he dramatically bow down with a big smile.

Afterwards, you take his hat and put it on as he pat your head, then seconds later as he likely to get his hat back from you. Telling you “love you darling!” with such a stoic and enthusiastic theatrical voice and walked away dramatically. Just as you crossed your arms and scoffed with a smile, you just feel in love with him again of the Mad Hatter himself.

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Takatora Samura | Last Boss

I would say that your boyfriend would be so confuse, just staring at you and tilting his head out weirdly.

But you don’t mind from his reaction and that it makes you laughed, you just lazily swing your hand out to him. Yet, Last Boss was still confused and had to do something, at first he would high-five your hand and fingers together. He doesn’t know what to do.

Then now, he swing your hand for a moment of silence and awkwardness, just as if he was doing right. But you loved him anyways despite of his confusion, suddenly Last Boss hugged you afterwards and came to embrace you, without words or anything but him close to you.

You smiled saying you love him, no matter as he was caressing the back of you gently.

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Suguru Niragi

Warning: NSFW

Okay, I think you already know where this is coming from. So, when your boyfriend is casually stressed all the time, because he’s been working on his project all night and the deadline is due.

You could see that from him resting his head and back because he sat on the office chair. He was on the couch while texting his friend, Last Boss, whistling in the living room, relaxing but still stressed over his head.

You were cleaning the dishes as if you didn’t do it, like your eyes were always on to him. The fact he was laughing and grinning all the time, you were licking your lips and rolled your eyes as you hate to admit about him; makes you feel nervous and aroused at that feeling.

Your heart pounded as you were biting your nails, and that you snapped out of it and continue cleaning the dishes. On the other hand, Niragi was just taking a selfie with his tongue out and middle finger at the camera, then he put down hashtag #relaxafterashittyday #gotahotasslover.

Coming from the background of the selfie he sent, it was you bending down and you didn’t even notice that he was trying to picture your ass while he stick his tongue out and a middle finger in the selfie.

He was hysterically laughing his ass off, which it makes you annoyed, even more when you were trying to clean the dishes in the kitchen. After you’ve done the leftovers, you just come around as he was moving sits in the couch, but he was always on his phone and ignores you.

You’ve gotten silent for almost five minutes, while he was still on his phone all the time. The time he never really focus on you at all, sometimes he was just too much of a dick to realize you were there, trying to catch his attention.

You were looking at him blankly as you think of a better way to catch his attention, then you convince yourself in letting your hand out to him. Niragi was holding your hand for a moment, but then he pushed your hand away, just slapping your hand in your attempts.

As you sigh and crossed your arms, you even moved your legs to his lap. Which Niragi definitely has your attention on to your legs, but he doesn’t look at you and only his phone. His hand always caresses or squeeze at your thighs for a moment, which you quietly cleared your throat. Trying to shrug it off and you tried your best to pull his attention on to you.

Yet, this asshole was pushing your legs away from his lap, which it offended you so much. You rolled your eyes and felt irritated, that you even glare at him and that he laughs.

It felt like he was pretending to look through his phone, the fact from his eyes did see you what were just doing. Still on his phone, looking through post as you attempted to give your hand out again, but this time it’s different.

He was sitting down not looking at you, however he was holding your hand as he caress it with his thumb, making you shiver down your spine and a blush spread from your face.

The time you regret in convincing in letting your hand to him; at first, it came out sweet with gentle touches from your knuckles, then at the moment your hand was on his thigh.

Until you felt something hard coming from somewhere, that he caught your attention and yet he was still on his phone. His hand was guiding you down to his bulge, you were conflicted at the sight of him where he’s not focusing on you.

You were shaking a little as you struggle to moved your hand away, but he was gripping you tight enough that you just touch his bulge so still. You were gulping as he was halfway unbuttoning his shirt, just grabbing your hand and slipping down under his pants. Instantly, you feel his dick getting hard and at the sight of him sighing, when you slowly stroking his dick.

You’ve become more aroused and looked down as you continue stroking it, while he was focusing on his phone and the fact he was silently groaning when you touch it.

You were squeezing your legs together, minding the fact that you wanted him inside of you so much, that you wanna cum.

At that moment, Niragi stop you from stroking it furthermore, that he felt distracted and wasn’t focus on his phone anymore.

As he dropped his phone on the table, and finally brought his attention on to you that he glares, and tells you like “damn, how am I gonna focus on my phone right now?” and he scoffed at the sight of you as he tells you on “now, I’m already more stress than ever, if you weren’t acting like an attentive, desperate little slut who needs to be bedded.”

He pin you down to the couch as he was on top of you, grabbing your jaw and lick your neck making you squeal. Hearing from your noise as Niragi begin to kiss you and dug his tongue on to yours, that it felt suffocating yet so rough and tender that you wanted it.

He break the kiss as between your guys’ tongue of saliva begin to link, he licked his lips and looked down at you with a grin. Since you made him wet, oh, you’ll never be walking or even scream til this day.

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Oki Yaba

When you’re outside by the streets, just waiting there for your boyfriend to arrive. He showed up and you quickly jumped into cling his neck and hug him.

Yaba come smelling the scent of you, then lay his head on your shoulder as he did missed you.

Two minutes later, you guys were walking as you were quickly ahead of him. You stopped by at an empty parking lot while he took out a cigarette and lit up, then he smokes while he watches you jumping around as he slightly smiles.

He walked in catching up with you, you were waving your hand at him when you only stopped meters away, and when he catch up with you. You were still waving and catches his attention on you, asking you what is it.

You let your hand to him, just to wait for his reaction. At first, he just straight up kiss your knuckles, then he grab something from his blazer.

You were confused as he take out a ring and put it on to your ring finger. You were surprise then he continue walking past while smoking, like nothing happened. You shouted his name while running and wanted an explanation from him, if he was trying to propose to you.

In fact, he never intended to think it’s a proposal, it’s just a gift but didn’t expected of you wanting him to propose to you, which in any case would plan it sooner later.

As you and Yaba were walking by in the middle of the streets, you were clinging on to his arm and look at him. Yaba scoffed, slowly smiling so genuinely then you smile back at him.

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Sunato Banda

Warning: NSFW

Okay, I am imagining or let’s just say this, and another thing that you might already know where this is going. So, your boyfriend was at his desktop as he was reading a book, you came into his room and gave him some water, then you kiss him in the head as you were about to walk away.

But you came back just to give your hand to him, yet he was too focus on reading his book. Which you struggle to bring his attention to you.

Then he looks at you with titled head in curiosity as he put down the book beside his desktop, Banda looked down at your hand as he kiss your knuckles. As he stopped and his gaze was still on to you, then you smile and he watches you walk away.

Yet he was dissatisfied when you walked away, and that Banda somehow became curious the way you let your hand to him. In the morning, you were brushing your teeth and he came to the bathroom, you notice him and you wave as he took your hand and kiss it again.

You moved your hand away, just apologizing to him and that you need to do something in the bathroom, which he nodded and walked out but gets this thing from you that you seem to be dissatisfied, when he does it again.

So like every time when he keeps approaching to you, just to kiss your hand. It suddenly makes you feel annoyed, avoided, and distant from the fact he kept doing it multiple times; when he came again, you just walked away out of sight: the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom. I mean you basically keep avoiding him everyday when he does it.

The time that Banda felt a little infuriated by your reaction, from you giving your hand just to see his reaction to him wanting to see your reaction; all he gets was you walking away and it just made you feel bad after all of this. He just gets so curious from you, now he’s a bit mad and crossed his arms just watches you walking away coldly.

Another day after his attempts kept spiralling all day, you walked by and he showed up to the side. You were about to walk away but he snapped as he grabbed you, pushing you against the wall and he slammed the wall beside you. He now capture you with both of his hands and you who was shocked.

He looked down to you tilting his head to look at you at a glance, you were simply afraid of him when he came closer to you. He asked you calmly on why when he does it, you seem to walk away or avoid him. You explain that it annoys you when he keep doing it everyday, Banda seem to laugh at your response.

His face gets so close to you that you looked away, closing your eyes but he grabbed your jaw to look at him, and you open your scared eyes. He laugh and look at you at how anxious you became, his eyes were on your lips as Banda kisses you.

You were shocked but you kissed him back, you guys passionately kiss as he was hungry to get your attention to him, even so you are also hungry in wanting him.

After you guys broke the kiss, he looked at your at most vulnerable state, your eyes were glossy as he was please by you. Banda smile as he took your hand kisses every spot: knuckles, palm, fingertips, and your wrist.

Then now, he caresses your face with both of his hands and just admiring you, just hugging you for a moment like he must’ve felt bad for scaring you. Banda kissed your forehead as he grabbed your wrist to the bedroom, locking the doorknob as he pushed you to the bed, while you lay in front of your chest.

He removed his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt completely, then he unzipped his pants the fact you heard it behind you. Banda begin to lean behind you, pinning you down from your neck as he moves your jeans, then slipped his fingers underneath your undies.

Just you, yelping the way you felt his finger, entrancing your insides as you moan. Letting his hand go from your neck.

You were blushful red as you looked behind him who’s smiling at you, he kept pushing with his two fingers into you. That you arch down as you lay there in the bed, squealing in pleasure and that your eyes rolled.

After a moment of casually fingering you, you felt the stretch from your inside as you gasp, when he slowly putting his dick into you as the tears falling off from you. He thrust into your pussy slowly as his hands were under your shirt and bra, kissing your neck while you loudly moan.

You lay back to the bed again, just gripping the sheets from the bed as the slow sensation went to a rough pace, that you cried and whimpered while the man enjoys putting you down. His curiosity had become lust at the sight of you; it is from you giving your hand to him, went to you being given intensive sex in bed to you.

You’ll be crying for more than an hour while he fucks you in bed during that night.

[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

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ AiB males in Mingle-Game with you ♠️

A/N: I thought about this kind of headcanons while I was trying to fall asleep. 😬

The game is part of the second season from Squid Game, so if you haven't seen it yet but want to watch it- This writing may contain slight spoilers! 😶‍🌫️

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Squid Game related; may contain Spoilers for season 2!

A g u n i

That man really hates playing games with you together. He isn't showing, but he is afraid of losing you in one of those games especially when it comes to the thought of losing you 'cause he is not able to protect you ...

He has the will of a leader and he may be pretty strong, physically and psychologically, but not knowing which game you'll join together almost kills him ever and ever again.

That's why Aguni always tries his best to convince you to play different games but this time he lost the discussion.

Thanks god it's not heart game the two of you joined, but clubs.

Bro, that man breathes a sigh of relief, you wouldn't believe it.

No chances he will leave your side, he stands by you and follows you everywhere you go, no matter what.

And he is watching you the. whole. damn. time.

Standing on the circling plate, he will touch you with his elbow when you start moving your body because of the playing song.

"Don't forget, it's all or nothing. Stay focused and stop dancing, you need to concentrate."

... He is finding it pretty cute actually but who is he to confess?

Ah, the plate stops moving and the song stops playing. A voice tells the number of people each group needs before running in one of the rooms you need to hide to win this game.

Good for you, nearly everybody knows Aguni.

And nearly everybody is fine with whoever wants to build a group with them, I mean everyone is just trying to survive ...

"A group of 3 people?" "Can't be this hard to find one more- no time to lose!"

Be prepared, he will carry you over his shoulder without hesitation ... He just grabs you and flicks you over ...

"Wow, alright, calm down Aguni, I have legs myself, you know?!" "Daily dose of training."

A r i s u

Same as Aguni, Arisu wouldn't step away from your side, leaving you alone in the crowd of people you may or may not know by even their names.

He's a cutie pie. While standing on the moving plate, he would stand by you as near as possible, just to make sure he isn't losing you.

Plus he wants to make sure you know he will always be there for you and no matter what happens, he isn't going anywhere without you.

He lost the most meaningful people in his life already. It broke him. Losing you- it's hard to say if he would make it another time.

Still, different from Aguni , he wouldn't mind moving with you to the song a little.

Actually it would be pretty fun to him, dancing to the rhythm with you.

For a second he would forget why you guys are even here ...

Lord have mercy, he loves you for that.

If he is able to, he would even sing along, sadly korean doesn't belong to his strength ...

Freestyle!

"Love, did you even know what the children are singing about?" "Actually no, but this song is both a curse and a blessing."

People will look at you as if you are a couple that is losing their minds- how can you have fun with the knowing this could be your last minute on earth?

Seriously, how?

"Oh, the song ends ..." "And we aren't moving anymore ..." "2!", the unknown voice tells the players.

Arisu grabs your wrist, not thinking about it twice, and drags you behind him, towards the door closest to you.

"Oi, don't be so rough on me!" "Sorry, gamer reflexes!"

C h i s h i y a

The strategist of this game.

Nobody would find a sample in this game as fast as he does.

Play with him the first and second round, and he will be able to guess the number of group members for every following turn.

"They will do everything to kill as many people as possible." "You don't say." "It's important to know. Based on that, the numbers are chosen." "Are you really trying to find a ... system behind this game?" "I'm not trying, I already found it. Just stand near me and everything will be okay."

Remembering the last games you played with him, you know he is right.

At first it was hard for you to trust him. He was always a mysterious person to you- calm, smart, ambitious. That makes him ... kind of a dangerous person.

But since you started "dating" him, it gets easier for you letting him take control in games you play both together.

"Promise you bring us out here alive ...?" "Not a big fan of promises, but this ... this is easy to handle."

He takes your hand you held out to him when you asked him that question. But not just to give you his word- he interlaces his fingers with yours instead, pulling you a little closer to him and making sure you stand by him.

Your face gets red like a tomato ...

"You know, you make the games a little more important to me, Y/N." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Your life matters more to me than my own life- so I'm willing to protect you. Even though it's just with my high level of intelligence." "... Well, who are you and what have you done to Chishiya?", you laugh while he is just giggling a little.

K a r u b e

Fun is important to him, he doesn't want to think about dying the whole time.

So he doesn't want YOU to think of dying the whole time, too.

I guess Karube could be the one dancing with like crazy to the song. Not just moving his body back and forth.

More like Thanos and Nam-gyu did in the series ... I was laughing so hard when I saw them dancing on the plate. 😭

Back to topic; he just wants you to feel comfortable and, above all, safe around him.

He loves having you close to him. As long as you are with him, he is sure that he can do anything.

He is also willing to achieve everything he has set himself as a goal.

Accordingly, if he has made it his goal to leave the game with you ...

... then he WILL leave this game WITH you!

Means, without ifs and buts, he stays with you. From start to finish.

We know how impulsive Karube can be.

Anyone who stands in the way of him and his plans will never be happy again.

For example, the player who tried to push in front of him when you two were running in a room together.

Then he is simply grabbing the clothes and pulls the foreign person out of the room again- with force and full physical strength.

If the stranger is lucky, he gets away with a broken nose.

If not, he will die- Karube has no mercy for people blocking his way.

"Well, you know, it's not necessary always punching people in the face when they are just panicking and fighting for their lives, Babe ..." "I know, but I was panicking, too. And I want to live. And I want you to live, too, y/n. I want a future with you, not with a-" “Unknown human being!", you say, stopping him from uttering an insult. "You are too good for this world, love."

N i r a g i

Bro's kinda rough to everyone, not just you. We all know what a beast he can be, so when it comes to finding group members, he will use every method that comes to his mind to make people join both of you.

Niragi isn't good with words. He would provoke the other players or manipulate them making sure you and himself can leave this game alive.

Yeah ... he has a soft spot for you.

Can you imagine him having a heart!? 😭

Anyways, his life isn't as important as yours, for him at least.

That's doesn't mean he wants to die in here!

You are just his priority, so when the voice is telling a number and other players don't want him to join their group, he would do ANYTHING that you are able to join a group.

Yep, he would grab people by their collar.

And he would punch and kick them if necessary.

... His firearm could also be used.

"Listen here, you litte fuck. You will make sure that you team up with her and you will make sure that you end up properly in one of these ugly rooms, that she gets out of here alive. Otherwise-" Niragi points his gun at the unknown player, ignoring your "No, stop! Put that down, are you crazy?!"

Damn, he would kill everyone in here to make sure you will survive, it's insane ...

Funny to say, his method is working very well ...

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[crimsonnsstuff]

She just wanna party, ain’t nothing wrong with that

Warnings: drinking, sex under the influence, mentions of violence, dumbification, drooling, degradation

You sit at the bar of ‘the beach’. You have only been in the borderlands for about a week and you came to the beach with your best friend. Everyone there was required to wear a bathing suit. Weird as the fuck.

You sit down on the tall bar stool. You realize that there’s no bartender- why would there be? This isn’t the real world. You sigh, getting up and walking behind the bar. You look at the bottles of alcohol.

Your eyes land on a bottle of vodka. It was cherry flavored, you’ve always liked cherry. You take it off of the shelf and walk back around the bar, plopping back down in the still you were previously sitting at.

You don’t bother to get a cup, you just take a swig right out of the bottle, coughing slightly since you don’t have a chaser. You take another swig, swallowing it. You weren’t sure if you were drinking just to drink, or if you just missed your friends and wanted to not feel the pain.

You look over and see the military crew walk in. Your eyes land on Niragi. You had witnessed him shoot a player that was trying to hide their playing cards a day or two ago. You take another swig, eyes locked on him.

You feel yourself started to get lightheaded, indicating you were getting drunk. “Shit.” You mutter, setting the bottle down. You rub your temples, leaning forward so your elbows are on the counter.

You look back over at where the military crew is standing. You lock eyes with Niragi, and for a split second, it feels as if the whole world stops. You quickly look away.

He didn’t look away. Didn’t even pretend to. Instead, he pushed off the wall he’d been lounging against, drink in hand, and sauntered over like he owned the damn place. The closer he got, the more you noticed—the piercing glint in his eyes, the way his shirt hugged his frame just right. He stopped a breath away, close enough that you could smell the faint spice of his cologne mixed with something intoxicatingly him.

“Caught you staring,” he said, voice low and rough, dripping with intent. His gaze raked over you, slow and deliberate, like he was already undressing you in his mind. “You gonna keep playing shy, or you gonna let me buy you a drink?”

You barely managed a reply before he waved the bartender over, ordering something you didn’t catch—didn’t care to. The way he leaned in, brushing his fingers against yours as he handed you the glass, sent a jolt straight through you. He didn’t waste time with small talk. Niragi wasn’t the type. Instead, he tilted his head toward the elevators across the lobby, that smirk widening.

“Wanna get out of here?” It wasn’t a question. Not really.

Your heart pounded as you followed him, the patter of your feet against the marble floor drowned out by the thrum of anticipation. The elevator doors slid shut, and before you could catch your breath, he was on you—crowding you against the mirrored wall, his hands gripping your hips like he’d been starving for it. His lips crashed into yours, hungry and demanding, all teeth and tongue as he pressed himself closer. You could feel every line of him, hard and insistent, and it made your head spin.

“Been thinking about this since I saw you,” he growled against your mouth, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. “You’re too fucking hot to be down there alone.”

The ding of the elevator barely registered before he was pulling you down the hall, unlocking a door with a flick of his wrist. The second it shut behind you, he had you pinned against it, his body a solid wall of heat. His hands were everywhere—slipping under your top, rough palms grazing your skin as he yanked it over your head. Your fingers fumbled with his shirt in return, desperate to feel more of him, and he let out a dark chuckle when you finally got it off.

“Eager, huh?” he teased, but the way his breath hitched when you dragged your nails down his chest told you he was just as gone.

He didn’t bother with slow. Niragi wasn’t patient. He hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed, tossing you onto it like you weighed nothing. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed over you, eyes locked on yours with a feral intensity that made your core ache. He stripped you bare in seconds—swimsuit bottoms, top, all of it gone—his own clothes following just as fast.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice thick as he spread your thighs apart, settling between them. His hands gripped you hard enough to leave marks, and you didn’t care one bit. He lined himself up, teasing just for a second—enough to make you squirm—before he thrust in, deep and unrelenting. The stretch, the fullness, the way he filled you—it ripped a moan from your throat, loud and shameless.

He didn’t hold back. Each snap of his hips was brutal, precise, driving into you with a rhythm that had you seeing stars. The headboard slammed against the wall, and you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but claw at his back and take it. His mouth found your neck, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of heat as he groaned against your skin.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, one hand slipping between you to find that spot that made you arch, made you scream. “Gonna ruin you, baby. You’re mine tonight.”

You let out a high pitched moan, completely lost in the pleasure. Your tongue lolls out as he pounds you into the mattress.

He chuckles darkly. “You’re drooling all over yourself, dummy..” he growls darkly. Your eyes roll back as you let out a pathetic whine. He leans forward, lips meeting yours. He groans as he tastes the alcohol on your breath.

It was too much—his voice, his touch, the way he moved like he was trying to break you apart and put you back together all at once. You shattered, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through you, your body trembling beneath him. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, chasing his own release with a desperation that only made it hotter. When he finally came, it was with a low, guttural sound that sent another shiver down your spine, his grip tightening as he rode it out.

He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, slick with sweat and satisfaction. Niragi turned his head, that smirk back in place as he looked you over, clearly pleased with the mess he’d made of you.

He smirks, leaning over and sucking on your nipple, causing you to whine. He smirks as you hiccup. He pulls back with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your nipple.

“Next time,” he said, voice still rough, “we’re not even making it to the room.”

[ghostlynightpanda]

AIB x Reader where reader is extremely clingy, cuddly, and touchy with them. Like whenever reader is with them, reader needs to be hugging them, holding their hand, cuddling them, or leaning on them 24/7

AIB Characters react to Reader being clingy 

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long. I've just gotten a puppy, so I haven't had much time the past few days. I still hope you like it!

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.451 words

Ann

Ann had always been composed. Private. Untouchable, almost. She didn't flinch in life-or-death situations, never raised her voice, and rarely smiled in front of others. She'd spent most of her life learning to be still—calm in chaos. Which made you, by all accounts, the opposite of everything she was used to.

You clung to her like static. A walking, talking, warm-blooded koala with a heart too big for your own body. The first time you held her hand in front of everyone at the Beach, she nearly pulled away on instinct—not out of discomfort, but surprise. You had beamed at her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You don't like holding hands?" You'd asked, tilting your head.

She stared at your interlocked fingers. "It's not that I don't like it."

You leaned your head on her shoulder, unapologetically content. "Then I'll just keep doing it."

And you did.

Whenever you walked together, your hand always found hers. When you sat down to eat, your leg pressed to her thigh like magnetism. When she was patching a wound or cleaning her gear, you were either leaning on her, cuddling her arm, or slumping against her back. Like it was a reflex. Like your body simply needed to be touching hers to function.

At first, it was… distracting.

Ann was used to solitude. Quiet corners. The absence of warmth. You, however, treated physical affection like oxygen.

She tried to resist, once.

You had dozed off against her after a long patrol, your arm slung across her stomach and your nose buried in her neck. Ann lay there stiffly, staring at the ceiling of the dark dorm room like it might offer answers. She debated gently moving you off her, but you made a small content noise in your sleep and cuddled closer.

She didn't move after that.

Eventually, your clinginess stopped being strange. It just became… you.

Like when you plopped down beside her during a strategy meeting, immediately draping yourself across her lap with zero shame. Arisu gave a short, surprised laugh. Chishiya didn't even look up.

Ann didn't say a word. She just reached out and began running her fingers through your hair while she listened to the game plan.

After that, no one questioned it.

There were still moments when it caught her off guard. Like when you wrapped your arms around her waist while she was sharpening a knife, or when you hugged her from behind in the hallway and buried your face between her shoulder blades.

"You could have startled me," she murmured once.

"You knew it was me," you mumbled into her back.

She couldn't argue with that.

One night, after a long and grueling Hearts game, Ann returned bloodied and bruised. You were waiting in her room, pacing like a nervous animal. The moment you saw her, you practically tackled her with a hug.

"You're okay," you whispered, voice thick.

She winced slightly but didn't push you away. You were trembling.

"I thought—what if you didn't come back? I didn't even get to say goodbye properly—"

Ann's arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding. "I'm here."

You pulled back just enough to cup her face. "You're not allowed to leave me. Ever. Got it?"

There was something teary and fierce in your expression—your love wrapped in desperation.

Ann didn't flinch from it. She reached up, rested her hand over yours, and nodded once.

"I'm not going anywhere."

You curled into her chest and held her like the world was ending. She let you. And when she finally lay down beside you, she didn't resist when you latched onto her like a starfish.

She just closed her eyes… and pulled you closer.

Kuina

Living in the Borderlands meant accepting a certain level of unpredictability: deadly games, crumbling buildings, and people who could snap at any moment.

And then there was you.

You, with your relentless affection, soft eyes, and the absolute refusal to go more than five minutes without touching Kuina in some way.

She first noticed it when you started draping yourself across her lap during downtime at the Beach, completely unfazed by the stares from other residents. You'd hum little songs under your breath while tracing lazy shapes on her arm. Or you'd press your cheek to her shoulder like it was the comfiest pillow on earth—even if she was actively cleaning a blade.

"Do you ever sit on your own chair?" she asked one afternoon, cocking an eyebrow as you once again settled yourself half on top of her.

You blinked at her. "But your lap is right there."

Kuina smirked. "Fair point."

It wasn't just about sitting. You were tactile in every situation.

If you were walking, you were holding her hand—or her sleeve—or looping your arm through hers like it was second nature. If she was eating, you were leaning against her side, sometimes stealing bites from her plate with the most innocent expression imaginable. If she was gearing up for a game, you were fixing her collar, brushing her hair behind her ear, giving her a forehead kiss like you were sending a soldier off to war.

It should have been overwhelming. Too much. Clingy, even.

But it was you.

And with you, nothing ever felt like too much.

After one particularly brutal Diamonds game, Kuina limped back into the compound, blood crusted on her knuckles, muscles aching. She expected to collapse in bed, maybe shower if she could keep her eyes open long enough.

Instead, she found you waiting at her door.

You didn't say anything. You just opened your arms and let her fall into them.

You hugged her so tightly she could feel the beat of your heart against hers—like it was trying to sync with her own.

"You're late," you whispered into her hair.

"Game ran long," she mumbled, burying her face into your neck.

You pulled her into the room and onto the mattress in one smooth motion, wrapping yourself around her like a blanket.

She blinked at you in the dark. "You're going to suffocate me."

"I will die before I let you sleep alone tonight."

Kuina laughed—soft and real—and tangled her legs with yours.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

And damn it, she did.

But it wasn't until one night, another post-game, when she was trembling from adrenaline and anger and the ghosts that always came back when it was too quiet, that she truly realized what your affection meant.

You didn't ask what had happened. You didn't demand she talk.

You just held her.

Arms around her back. Legs tangled. Fingers stroking through her hair.

And Kuina, who had built her life on strength and steel and silence, let herself be held.

"You're not subtle," she whispered into your collarbone, voice hoarse.

"I'm not trying to be," you murmured, kissing her temple. "I'm just trying to love you."

She didn't say anything.

But she didn't let go either.

Mira

If Mira was ice—elegant, composed, untouchable—then you were her fire. Not explosive, but warm. A slow, constant burn. You clung to her like you were solar-powered and she was your only source of light.

And she noticed.

The first time it happened, Mira had been seated in one of the plush velvet chairs in the Beach lounge, wine glass in hand, idly flipping through a deck of playing cards. You strolled in, casual as ever, and draped yourself over the arm of her chair like you belonged there.

Correction: you draped yourself half on the arm and half on her.

"Mmm. You're comfy," you sighed, tucking your face into the crook of her neck.

Mira blinked, amused. "Is that so?"

"Very. You smell like rose and danger."

She let out a soft, velvety laugh. "What an intoxicating combination."

From that moment on, you became a constant fixture by her side. Or on her lap. Or sprawled across her bed like a cat waiting to be pet. You always had to be touching her somehow—fingers brushing her wrist, head on her shoulder, hand intertwined with hers like the connection physically soothed something in you.

Others noticed, of course. Whispered about it.

"She's so clingy," a jealous player sneered one day when you leaned into Mira during breakfast, your legs draped across her lap like you owned her.

"She's affectionate," Mira corrected with a cool smile, her hand sliding into your hair. "And she's mine. That's all that matters."

You flushed. "...I mean, she's not wrong."

Sometimes, Mira tested you—pushed to see how far your need for closeness went.

She'd walk a few paces ahead of you, ignoring your outstretched hand just to see if you'd pout (you did). Or she'd sit just slightly out of reach on a couch, watching you squirm until you inevitably crawled over and curled into her side like you were magnetized.

"You're hopeless," she teased once, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I get separation anxiety," you replied, arms firmly wrapped around her waist. "You're my emotional support queen."

There were quiet moments too—ones she never let anyone else see.

Late nights when you were half-asleep on her chest, murmuring nonsense. Days where she'd read aloud from a book while you rested in her lap, fingers ghosting through your hair. And after every game, no matter how bloody or brutal, she always let you cling to her like a lifeline.

"You don't have to touch me constantly, you know," she whispered once, voice oddly gentle.

"I know," you replied without opening your eyes. "But I want to."

Mira stared at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer.

"You're addicted to me," she said lightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"And you love it," you shot back, grinning.

She kissed the top of your head like a silent admission.

Because she did.

Aguni

Aguni didn't know what to do with someone like you.

You were the kind of person who walked into a room and immediately gravitated toward him, like his presence had gravity. You clung to him like he was your anchor—which, ironically, was what he thought of you.

The first time it happened, you caught him off guard. He'd just come back from a brutal game—bruised, bloodied, adrenaline still racing through his system—when you ran straight into him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist.

"You're okay," you whispered against his chest, voice shaking slightly.

He stood stiff as stone, unsure what to do with the sudden affection. You didn't even flinch at the blood on his shirt.

"…You always hug like this?" he muttered.

"Only when I'm worried," you said. "So… yeah. Pretty much all the time."

He grunted, but he didn't pull away.

From that day on, it was a pattern. You touched him constantly—an arm looped around his when you walked beside him, a hand on his back when he was brooding, curling up beside him on a couch like it was your designated spot. You weren't subtle. You didn't try to be.

Aguni, for the most part, tolerated it in silence. He wasn't exactly a words of affirmation kind of guy. But the way he subtly leaned into your touch, the way his hand always hovered just slightly before resting on your back? That was his version of returning it.

Once, Hatter made a joke about your attachment.

"Can't even go five minutes without clinging to him, huh?" he smirked.

Aguni shot him a glare so sharp it could've cut steel. "And?"

You beamed, clutching Aguni's arm tighter. "It's true. He's warm. And he's mine."

Late at night was when the vulnerability crept in—when his guard dropped enough to let you in deeper.

You'd lie across his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your fingers tracing the old scars on his arms. He rarely said anything. Just held you, big hand splayed across your back like he was afraid to let go.

One night, after a nightmare woke him, you curled around him without hesitation, draping yourself over his tense body like a blanket of safety.

"You always do this," he mumbled, voice gravelly.

"Do what?"

"Hold me. Even when I don't ask."

You looked up at him, your hand gently resting over his heart. "You don't have to ask. You never do."

He didn't respond. But he turned, pulling you fully into his arms like you were the only thing tethering him to the world.

"Thank you," he said quietly, rough and barely audible.

You smiled against his chest. "For what?"

"For always coming back."

Aguni didn't know how to be soft. But with you—your constant presence, your quiet affection, your need to always be touching him like it kept you both grounded—he didn't have to know how.

He just had to let it happen.

And he did.

Every single time.

Niragi

Everyone thought you were a little unhinged for being so attached to Niragi.

He was loud, volatile, armed, and not exactly known for being emotionally available. He flirted like it was a weapon, pushed people too far for fun, and had a temper shorter than a fuse soaked in gasoline.

And yet—there you were, latched onto him like he was your emotional support war criminal.

You hugged him constantly. Slung yourself across his lap in the common room like you owned the space. Played with his hair while he cleaned his rifle. Held his hand when he was in a mood, like that could keep the violence in check.

The first time you back-hugged him in public, everyone tensed like someone was about to die.

Instead of shoving you off, Niragi just muttered, "You're clingy as hell," but his hand casually found yours and stayed there.

No one knew what to do with that.

He never told you to stop.

"Do you ever not touch people?" he grumbled once as you climbed into his lap after dinner.

"Only when I'm dead," you replied sweetly, settling your head under his chin.

"Great," he huffed. "Guess I've got a parasite now."

But he didn't move you. His hand ended up resting on your thigh, tracing lazy shapes into your skin like it was second nature.

You brought him snacks before patrols. Pulled him down onto couches so he'd nap. Snuck into his bed when he stayed out too late after a game, curling up like a cat in his arms.

"You're gonna make people think I'm soft," he muttered once while brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You are soft," you teased.

He gave you a sharp grin. "Only for you."

What no one saw was how he started seeking it out, too.

He got twitchy when you weren't around. Wouldn't admit it, but his mood tanked. And if anyone else tried to be touchy with you? He was suddenly at your side, draping an arm around your shoulders like a warning label: Mine.

"Didn't peg you as the jealous type," you'd whisper, amused.

"I'm not," he'd snap—before pressing a kiss just behind your ear, possessive and rough. "I just don't share."

One night, after a brutal Hearts game, you found him in your room instead of his. Shirt off, bruised and bloody, sitting on your bed like he belonged there.

"I didn't know where else to go," he said gruffly, not looking at you.

You didn't say a word. Just walked over, dropped to your knees in front of him, and wrapped your arms around his waist like you were the only thing holding him together.

He leaned into it.

Hard.

"You're still clingy as hell," he whispered into your hair.

"And you still love it," you replied.

He didn't argue.

Last Boss

No one touched Last Boss.

They didn't joke with him. Didn't pat him on the back. Didn't nudge him or loop their arm through his. He moved through the Beach like a ghost in boots, silent and sharp, sword always strapped to his back.

And then there was you.

The polar opposite.

You draped yourself over him like it was a habit — always hugging his arm, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, leaning into his side like he was made for it. If he sat, you sat closer. If he stood, you'd hold onto his jacket until he noticed you.

You were soft smiles and sleepy cuddles. A quiet hum when you were near him, like being close made you content in a way no one else could understand.

At first, people watched you with baited breath, sure you'd get sliced in half.

Instead, he let you stay.

One afternoon, you wandered into the quiet hallway where he was sitting alone, sharpening his blade.

Without a word, you plopped down next to him and curled your arms around his torso, resting your head against his chest. His hand paused mid-motion.

"…You're clingy," he said softly, not even turning.

"Mhm," you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you."

"We saw each other an hour ago."

"I still missed you."

There was silence. And then, slowly, he shifted — just enough so your head rested more comfortably against him, and his arm came to rest loosely around your back. His fingers brushed your side, hesitant, like you were something fragile.

At night, you curled up in his bed like a cat, pulling the blanket over both of you with zero shame.

"Don't you get tired of needing to touch me all the time?" he asked once, voice barely above a whisper.

"Nope," you replied, already halfway to sleep. "You're my favorite."

He stared at the ceiling for a long time after that. Then, gently, carefully, he tucked your hair behind your ear and let his hand rest there for a moment longer than necessary.

He never initiated — not in public. But when no one was around?

His hand would find your lower back. His thumb would trace circles against your arm. He would hold you so tightly some nights it was like he was afraid you'd vanish.

You never said anything. Just held him tighter.

You gave affection like oxygen. Constant, necessary, unyielding.

And Last Boss — blade-wielding ghost of a man — let himself breathe only when he had you in his arms.

Chishiya 

Chishiya didn't do affection.

He didn’t need it. Didn't crave it. And definitely didn't expect it. People were liabilities, emotional messes he preferred to keep at arm's length — or further, if possible.

And then there was you.

You were like static electricity — always close, always buzzing. The kind of person who couldn't just sit next to someone. No, you had to lean against them. Hold their hand. Hook your pinky through theirs. Climb into their lap when you were bored and drape yourself across them like a blanket.

You were, by all definitions, clingy.

And for reasons unknown to everyone — including Chishiya himself — he let you be.

"I think you might be a cat," you told him once, lying across his chest as he read a weathered book by flashlight. “You always look so calm. Detached. But you get all twitchy when someone you don't like gets too close.”

"I'm not a cat," he replied, not looking up. "You're the clingy one. You're like… a human scarf."

You grinned and nuzzled under his chin. "Then wear me."

He sighed, but his hand found the small of your back anyway.

During games, you stuck to his side like a shadow. Arm brushing his, pinky loosely linked with his until he gently tugged your hand fully into his.

"You're distracting," he muttered under his breath during a particularly tense Diamond game.

"You still haven't let go," you whispered back, lips brushing his ear.

He didn't respond. But he squeezed your hand tighter.

Back at the hideout, you always found your way to him. If he sat on the couch, you'd stretch across it with your head in his lap. If he sat in a chair, you'd squeeze in sideways and curl up like it was built for two. If he went to bed first, you'd follow five minutes later, crawling under the covers to tuck yourself into his side.

And no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or exhaled like he was so put upon, he never moved away.

One night, you whispered against his collarbone, "Am I too much?"

He didn't answer at first. Just let the silence linger like it always did.

Then he murmured, "You're exactly enough. For me."

You smiled into his skin.

And though he didn't say another word, his hand slipped into your hair and stayed there long after you'd fallen asleep.

Masterlist

[elenor222]

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

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

Word count: 1.6k

“Fuck fuck Chishi”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You left with the card on fire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

BALANCE SCALE.

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

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

Round 1.

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

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

Round 11.

It leaves the three of you and two new rules.

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

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

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

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

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

Three burning corpses and two shallow bodies remained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GAME CLEAR

The robotic voice sang.

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

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

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

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

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

[biblicallyaccurate-candylady]

Dating HCs for Morizono Aguni x fem!reader

He leaves you for Hatter

[lcvved]

Telling The Alice In Borderland Boys, Your Pregnant..

Warnings: None.

Characters: Niragi, Chishiya, Aguni, Arisu and last boss.

Note: Made this just because I was bored. Hope you enjoy. Oh and none of these are my gifs!

Suguru, Niragi…

Would laugh.

Thinks your joking.

Then gets angry when he finally realise you weren’t.

Then thinks you’ve cheated and then shots the room angrily with this gun.

Maybe even threatens/teases you with it.

Makes you cry. Laughs at you. Then leaves.

Don’t expect anything from him.

100/10 would no recommend.

Might come back over to apologise to you.

But I seriously doubt it.

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Shuntaro, Chishiya…

Already knows.

Like bro knew before you did.

He’s a doctor so he seen/knows the symptoms.

Plus it’s not like there is many condoms out in borderland. It’s all pull out and pray over there.

Very nervous to tell him.

But when you finally gather up all your courage the conversation would look something like this-

“I’m pregnant..”

*Blinks*

*Smirks*

“I know.”

*Walks away*

Motherfucker.

8/10.

Sly cat.

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Morizono, Aguni…

Probs Cries.

Hella emotional.

Little scared.

I’m getting girl dad vibes.

Wouldn’t care about the gender but deep down would want a girl. 

10/10.

Good dad.

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Takatora, Samura. AKA Last Boss…

Smile creepily.

Probs licks your check.

Rubs bump.

6/10

A weirdly good dad.

In a very creepy way.

*Bro that kid better come out a fucking Samurai or some shit* 

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Ryohei, Arisu…

*Faints*

Wakes up like-

“I had the weirdest dream!”

Probs faints again when you told him its in fact not a dream.

Once he stops fainting hella nervous.

Might cry.

The most supportive tho..

Might not be ready but boy knows-

Your body, your choice.

Will try his best to be a dad.

Won’t be to strict tho…

9/10

Sweet boy!

[s0ullove22]

How the AIB Boys Confess Their Feelings to You

(you drives them crazy, and they love it)

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Chishiya:

He’s annoyingly good at hiding emotions, so no one really sees it coming.

Except you.

You catch the way his eyes linger. The way he stands a little closer than necessary. The way he always has snacks when you say you’re hungry—even though he “doesn’t care.”

One night, you call him out:

“Are you ever going to admit you like me?”

He glances up from his chair, smirks, then calmly says,

“I figured you knew already.”

You blink. “Wait—so you do?”

He shrugs. “I like you. A lot. But you’re clever enough to figure that out without a grand speech, aren’t you?”

…You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing backflips.

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Last Boss:

He confesses the only way he knows how—bluntly, and like the world might end right after.

You’re tending to his wounds again, fussing over a cut on his cheek, when he grabs your wrist.

“You make me feel… different,” he says quietly.

You tilt your head, confused. “Different how?”

His eyes meet yours. No mask. No steel. Just raw honesty.

“Like I don’t want to die anymore. Like I want to protect you. Like I love you.”

It’s not soft. It’s intense.

But he looks terrified.

You just smile. “I love you too.”

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath forever.

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Arisu:

He’s nervous. Like, visibly.

He keeps trying to say it but backs out every time.

So you corner him one evening and say, “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you lately?”

And then it bursts out of him:

“I like you! Okay? I really, really like you. I think about you all the time and it makes everything—this place, these games—less awful.”

You stare at him, stunned.

He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

So you just grin and say, “Took you long enough.”

And the way he laughs after? Worth it.

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Niragi:

He doesn’t say it in words at first—he shows it in the possessive glances, the way he always steps in front of danger when you’re around, the snacks he throws in your lap when you’re grumpy.

But one night, when you jokingly say, “You’d be sad if I died, huh?”

He goes still.

Then dead serious:

“I’d burn the whole Borderlands down if anything happened to you.”

You blink. “…So you like me?”

He scoffs, then mutters, “Yeah. Obviously.”

You smirk. “Say it.”

He groans. “Fine. I like you. A stupid amount. Happy now?”

You kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard, he forgets how to act tough.

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Tatta:

He stumbles over every word. He keeps fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

Finally, he blurts it out while you’re drinking water:

“I really like you! Like, in a heart-fluttering, can’t-sleep, you’re-so-pretty-it-hurts kind of way.”

You choke on your water.

He panics. “Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you with feelings!”

You burst into laughter and say, “You’re so cute it’s actually unfair.”

He turns tomato-red. But also? He glows.

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Aguni:

He doesn’t plan it. It just happens.

You’re arguing about something small—like whether you should rest or keep moving—and he says, “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

You fire back, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep risking your life!”

And he just… stares at you.

Then quietly says, “I do it for you.”

You pause. “What?”

“I’d risk everything for you. Because I love you.”

Your heart stops.

He looks away, like maybe he shouldn’t have said it.

So you take his hand and whisper, “Then I guess we’re both stubborn. Because I love you too.”

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Hello my loves!!!

Let me know if you have any requests

Bye~❤️

[flaredcfan]

With Alice in Borderland coming up, I decided to rewatch both seasons again with some friends (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) Big mistake.

Because what do you mean I reignited my obsession with Hatter and Aguni? And it's not even funny— my heart clenches at the thought of them now, and everything's just so gloomy all of a sudden.

What do you mean Aguni acted out of instinct, the second he saw Hatter, no, Takeru, point and shoot a gun at him, only to discover it didn't have any bullets in them, which meant he came into that old building, he came into that conversation armed as always, somewhat prepared to strike if need be, and Takeru catered to him, all bare and vulnerable?

What do you mean he'd been obviously mourning Takeru, the very second he'd told him his idea of building a paradise in the Borderlands, but suppressed it in favor of focusing to play along with Hatter's theatrics, which was his own way of fighting for and preserving their friendship, their old dynamic?

And WHAT DO YOU MEAN the second that Takeru dropped dead in front of him, because of him, he learned to mourn Hatter as well, because Hatter was Takeru, not in the way of "at the end of the day, it was still him" trope, but in a "it had always been him", and Aguni adored him still, because as shown, he was willing to change himself: his principles, his reservations, his own desires, and adapt, just to stay by his side.

There's obviously a lot more to say, but it's kinda hard to type with literal, genuine tears blurring my vision.

[myraniellejkelly]

AIB boys with s/o who’s petite and busty

Author’s note: Had this idea in mind and used to read those slasher x reader fics many moons ago, and Happy Valentine’s Day.

This work includes: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, head canons, female reader, and this is entirely fluff until smut all the way (nsfw 18+).

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♥︎☆[⿻Arisu⿻]★♡

On that side note, Arisu would adore you being his girlfriend, that’s thing about you.

He would be very clingy and kissing you multiple times on the cheek, literally him being a golden retriever boyfriend. Because really he can’t stop looking at you on how adorable you are, he just wanna hug you that’s all he cares.

If he were playing his games, honestly you would be sitting on his lap, while he could rest his head on your boobs. Even when it comes to him sleeping on your boobs in bed, while you were caressing his fluffy hair just as much as he wants to relax.

Arisu was just too sweet to even do anything, but wanting you on your arms so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Karube⿻]★♡

A matter fact this man, is clearly a gentleman who would gave you the princess treatment 24/7. Of course, this man would be doing everything just for you, and even Karube would tease you for being so small.

He just really wanna see you struggle, but would adore you just as he helps you afterwards. Until we’ll be talking about him with your boobs, so this man can’t stop staring at your boobs for a minute, while you were talking but looked back at you awkwardly after when you realized he wasn’t listening.

Kisses you on the lips, cheeks, or forehead. Wouldn’t mind asking for 30 seconds, if he were to touch your boobs a bit. I mean he couldn’t stop squeezing your boobs, he just took a promise for 30 seconds then he’ll stop.

During sex, he would be gentle around you while you were trying to handle his length inside of you, Karube would feel bad but he can’t control himself because of how adorable you are.

You moaning just as you squirm or whimpering from your breath. He would just keep saying, “I love you,” over and over again.

Karube really loves you so much.

♥︎☆[⿻Chishiya⿻]★♡

Surprisingly, Chishiya didn’t expected someone so much shorter than him. He would chuckle as he looked at you, seeing you there just makes him happy.

You and Chishiya would high-five and hands together, you two would be laughing at each other. He would just start kissing you.

He would be laying his head on your boobs for a while or rest on to your lap, because he’s tired anyways after work as Chishiya wants to cuddle you. Even he would start nibbling your neck because you’re just too sweet.

♥︎☆[⿻Hatter⿻]★♡

As you know, I would be thinking that you would be one of Hatter’s girls, who always sitting down on his side all the time, while newcomers came to the beach.

He is protective but casually a manic from his state of mine in the borderlands. Considering this, that if some guys kept staring at your boobs for too long, he would be dragging you away from them, just to give them a headstart.

You would be sitting down on his lap while he kissed your hand and then he grin, the most lovely precious thing he had. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and that you were his queen, soon forever as he would kissed you and admire your whole self.

♥︎☆[⿻Aguni⿻]★♡

I mean, Aguni is too soft for you and even when you’re that small, he would protect you from everywhere when it gets too dangerous around.

Simply, he would easily pick you up all the time, as if that makes you happy because you were acting so childish and all.

He wasn’t very open to you about his feelings, but Aguni really adore you on that note. He doesn’t care about your boobs or whatever, he just sees you as this nice and lovely woman that he loves the most.

Just him kissing you there, and there, and then to your lips as he smiles at you.

♥︎☆[⿻Last Boss⿻]★♡

He may not been talkative that much to you, just him staring at you weirdly on that aspect.

Clearly, the only thing he could do was stare at you silently, while your eyes stare back at him. The silence is just making things awkward, on that note he just proceeds to pat your head and walk away.

Just you feeling confused by that weird man with a katana, and when he came back after eight minutes he just whispers to you.

Which he thinks you’re quite adorable, and doesn’t look at your boobs, but your face is what makes him want to come back.

He just wanna hug you that’s all as a way of saying, “I love you.”

♥︎☆[⿻Niragi⿻]★♡

Yep, this guy is an asshole, a huge massive dickhead. Niragi would make fun of your height, and even when you’re struggling to do anything but watches you.

Yet that’s what this man even likes about you, is that you’re small and weak while he is tall but a dick and strong. From your boobs, yeah this guy already looks at your boobs straight away.

Just wanted to squeeze or pinch them, and if you tried to run away. Oh, he is fast as fuck and would pick you up like a potato sack, and even slapped your ass as you struggle to get yourself down because of him.

And when that happened, dropping you down on the bed as he would straight up, aggressively kissing you as his tongue start to dug down on your mouth. You just struggle to get out but he just keeps going down, and that you give up and proceed to tenderly kiss him back.

In sex, he would be sliding his hand underneath your skirt, just to take his fingers into you as he grin at you, while his other hand would squeeze your boobs.

He just couldn’t control himself, just as he kept fingering until you would be overstimulating, even when he kept tearing your clothes off.

Niragi just keeps on feeling your weak spots, until you would just squirm under him. So far, he would be taking his dick right inside of you, just as you were gasping in pleasure, and you hardly tried to take it. Him watching your boobs bouncing and would suck on it, yeah this motherfucker likes that shit.

The best thing he had from you is the doggy style type shit, he just likes slapping your ass, pulling your hair, and even choke your neck just to pin you down and ruin you.

Hearing you crying for more, just makes it more better for him, unless he was just sweetly shushing you. You were just too adorable, that he wanna hear you screaming or whimpering, and even that face you’re making.

Biggest turn-on for his type of shit in sex with you, and that your whole body was covered in hickeys and bruises. What he really wants from you afterwards, is cuddle as he rest his head on your boobs.

♥︎☆[⿻Yaba⿻]★♡

Yaba would totally adore you, despite not so much to show himself from you.

I mean you would be clinging his arm around, just as he turn to you while he was smoking, and that you were smiling at him.

He sighs and completely grabs a bit of affection to you, by head patting you and kissed you on the forehead as he walked away.

Yaba doesn’t mind about your boobs, he just never seem to grab an interest on that, rather he is just interested in you.

As a matter of fact, he did love you to the point he can’t express it as a meaningful way of saying it. During sex, he would go rough and easy on you, just so he could focus on getting to the point but not hurting you.

He just lift your legs while he kept slamming his dick into you, then he would be kissing you just for you to try and relax a bit. Then he would continue slamming your insides, as you were straddling on his lap and you start riding on his dick.

You would be exhausted as he quickly hug you, as he kissed you by the neck then to your lips. After sex, he gently move you comfortably in bed, and wanted you to stay rested while he was beside you, caressing your hair while he smokes.

♥︎☆[⿻Banda⿻]★♡

Banda would tilt his head just to look down at you, he slowly smiles as he touches your face. He would think of you as a puppy just by your eyes and how small you are.

His complete adoration turn into an obsession, Banda would just happily laugh and look at you. He really wants you to look at him, not other people.

You were just too sweet for him, the fact you would just be cooking food while he would just hug you from the behind. In fact, the part where he would look down at your boobs for a moment, he slowly chuckle maniacally as he would squeeze your boobs for a second.

Then he went back wrapping around your waist, just to lay his chin of the back of your shoulder.

In sex, then that would be another story after all of that sweet things going on.

After all being so gentle and sweet with you, he would aggressively kissed you and that your clothes would be gone for a second, that he begin bitting your skin.

You would be sucking his cock because he wanted to look at you, and even your naked ass is sticking out just as he caressed your hair and smile.

Then he would pull your hair just to push your mouth down as you gag, dark grin on his face while your eyes went glossy. Banda loves your innocent look, seeing you struggle while sucking his cock.

Even when he put his cock in between your boobs, just as you were stroking it with your boobs, while licking the tip of his cock.

He’s being entertained on someone so small, could be a fuckable slut. He isn’t going easy on you, when he would straight up fucks you immediately and that you tried to handle it, Banda couldn’t wait and he is now fucking you instantly.

Gripping your waist and your legs wrapping around his waist, then you would know that sensitive spot is about to make you react.

You scream and cried as your body shakes, but he keeps going and going that you would be whimpering. He would kiss your tears and caressed your hair, then he continue as you were crying so much.

Afterwards, just straight up hugging you as you guys fall asleep in bed.

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟCharacters Reacting to You With Serious Injurieis → aib headcanons ˚₊· ꒰🩹꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊at some point during a game you get seriously injured, leaving them worried.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊arisu ¡ niragi ! aguni x fem ¡ reader.

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, sad, hurt, a little cute (?)

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊mention of injury, possible trigger, blood, implied deaths (or not so much), crying - let me know if you have anything else to add! :)

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊0,8k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊just another chapter forgotten at the bottom of the drafts. ^°^

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

「 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 」

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During a game of spades, one of the participants desperate to survive, He pushed her off the stair railing, causing a serious wound to open in her belly caused by a large piece of iron.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Arisu's first reaction would be anger and fear. He couldn't help but want to run after the guy just to push him too, but he knew that would be a little wrong.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would take her to a place out of sight of the game master, just to try to defuse the situation a little and avoid being killed outright.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would be lost without knowing what to do since it would not be possible to remove the piece of iron, otherwise it would worsen the wound and cause a bloody mess.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would probably come up with a plan with Usagi to try to resolve the game as quickly as possible and get out of there soon.❜ɞ

ֺ⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would stay by her side all the time, holding her hand and telling her funny memories to keep her awake.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he would try to hold back the tears if he saw you weren’t responding. He would hug you tightly, holding you against his chest as he placed a kiss on your head.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Arisu's biggest fear is losing everyone he loves, thus ending up alone and blaming himself for the rest of his life. He didn't know what your fate would be, but he hoped you would be okay.❜ɞ

「 𝗡𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 」

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During the confusion on the beach and the discovery that it was an arena for a game of ten of hearts, everything became chaos as if the militia had completely lost what little sanity they had left. There were a lot of deaths and sounds of gunshots, so you didn't know exactly where it came from, but you couldn't help but instantly notice the sharp pain in your chest area.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Niragi was too busy reveling in the deaths of innocent people to notice you. Reluctantly, you crawled in search of him.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ You didn't understand exactly why you were after him since the last thing you could expect from Niragi was some kind of support or help, you was well aware that he was devoid of any emotion of human solidarity.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Niragi and you never really got along at first. You were the daughter of the militia chief, Aguni, and he was a freeloader who only cared about himself. But not long ago you broke your pride and stuck together, so to speak.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ his first reaction upon seeing you was to roll his eyes with some grumble like, "are you kidding me", or something like that.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would wonder how you were so stupid as to get shot instead of hiding in a safe place.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would never admit to having any affection for you but he would take you to an empty room just so you could die in a more "honorable" way, without being in the middle of several burned bodies.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He would give one final shot to prevent you from suffering to death and would lock the room so they couldn't find and burn your body.❜ɞ

「 𝗔𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗼 」

ֺ⊹₊˚ʚ❛ During the chase to kill the King of Swords in the center of Shibuiya, you ended up sticking your foot in a hole in the rubble when you ran after Aguni after the pharmacy explosion, where coincidentally there was a huge iron that cut his tendon, making it impossible for him to move around.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ Upon hearing her scream, Aguni's instincts awakened and he could swear he felt his stomach move in a bad way.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ he was almost unconscious when he heard your scream, so he couldn't do much to help you, so he just looked to the side and swore it seemed like torture to see you agonizing for a long time.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ He's not a man of many words, so he probably wouldn't talk to you that much, but would try to calm you down in his own way.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ would crawl closer to you just to hold your hand and look into your eyes, almost as if he had an entire conversation in just one look. And you knew him well.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ I feel that at some point the two of them lie uncomfortably next to each other, your head on his chest as he smoothes your hair and kisses your forehead whispering sweet words that not even he thought he would say to someone one day.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ a solitary tear runs down his face when he hears you say softly, "I love you", and there he had confirmation that you would not have a future together.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛ As soon as he saw you injured he imagined that you wouldn't resist, not only because of the ugly wound but also because of other injuries caused during the fight. He felt like he could no longer live in a world where you wouldn't be by his side, but even with his desire to leave, he felt like that world wasn't worthy of leading another life in vain.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A/N: I hope you enjoyed! It's been a while since I wrote this chapter, so I was lost in drafts lol. Like × reblog¡! by:: @hyunjinners .❜ɞ

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ AiB males playing "7 minutes in heaven" ♠️

A/N: A friend of mine and I came up with this topic very randomly. Still, I think this can get interesting and also kind of funny, so I wanna give it a try at least. Are you in? of course you are, hehe! 🤭

Summary: Everyone knows The Beach and of course next to parties, there will be enough time for some funny games you and the other members can play together. Beside dangerous games, someone mentioned "7 minutes in heaven".

7 minutes in heaven- Rules: Two chosen people are getting into a private, dark room. Doors are closed and now the both have to find a way to pass the time- that's it.

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

Tatta: "..." Chishiya: "..." y/n: "... So ... you are playing with us?"

Literally everyone is in shock and irritated when Aguni is joining the group for playing this dumb game.

Niragi would like to say "How pathetic" but since Aguni is not only his leader, but also attends the game himself, he prefers to keep his mouth shut.

It should come as no surprise that hardly anyone don't want to be locked in a dark room with him.

He always exudes something threatening and the fact that he is extremely radical in some situations doesn't really make it any better.

Arisu and Karube aren't keen on spending seven minutes alone with him- that's how everyone feels, except maybe Niragi, "Last Boss" and you.

He never did anything to you.

However, you don't have much to do with each other either.

Which doesn't mean he didn't notice you.

He can tolerate your presence and you can tolerate his.

This is also the reason why the two of you are ultimately put in the room together.

An: "Sorry." y/n: "Don't be, I'm really fine with that."

You are not afraid of him, just very respectful.

The fact that he is so quiet and says so little about himself makes you believe that there is more to his character than most people would probably believe.

It's risky, but once you've arrived in the room - where you've both found a place to sit or lie down - you just ask him.

y/n: "Tell me … what actually made you the person you are now?" Aguni: "You really try to start a conversation with me?" y/n: "Sure. I have nothing left to lose."

It gets quiet between you for a moment.

Aguni: "Me neither."

Well, that hits differently, but:

Aguni: "Not interested in idle Chit-Chat. I don't need someone listening to me." y/n: "Alright ... I'm sorry." Aguni: "No ... I am."

You don't exactly know what he is sorry for but you can tell by his voice that he means it.

Deep down he would like to talk to you.

And he is pleased that someone is interested in him and his story.

But he doesn't want to show weakness- and anyway, it's just not the right time to open up to anyone about it.

A r i s u

He's a clever boy, but one has to explain the rules for him twice ...

It's so easy but, what? He? Alone in a room with someone who is allowed to do everything he wants?

Arisu: "Didn't you guys say this game isn't dangerous at all?" Kuina: "I ... don't think someone wants to kill anyone here." Niragi: "Uh-" Chishiya: "Please, do us a favor and keep your fantasies to yourself."

*Gulps*

However, he breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that he is being put in a room with you.

And after that ... he gets nervous.

Damn, he thinks you are so beautiful/handsome- you make him literally SPEACHLES!

Speaks to himself in his head: it's only seven minutes, time will pass quickly.

So, the both of you go in the room ...

Aguni: "Don't forget, the room is next to us- we will hear everything."

Yeah, actually, they will hear nothing, because Arisu and you are just sitting there, towards each other, in silence.

You both are so shy, that's cute! UwU

But he tries his best to start a conversation with you at least.

Arisu: "Well, this ... uhm ..." y/n: "I can't hear you, it's too dark ..."

With that, you finally got him- like, he's going to laugh, because he knows that quote exactly.

Arisu: "Did you seriously quoted Spongebob?!" y/n: "No, I quoted Patrick Star."

And that's it.

Yes, you guys are sticking to the Spongebob references and holy, time suddenly goes by so fast.

The others are simply shocked and can't believe the conversation they're hearing …

Well ... you can't take another fandom if you want to if you can't relate with it but, hm ... shame on you ...

C h i s h i y a

The calmest and most composed of all.

If you're nervous, rest assured: he's not.

Kuina wouldn't have put you two in the same room if she didn't know he had a thing for you- but don't expect him to show.

Kuina: "Have fun you two!" Chishiya: "Be sure we will have." y/n: "Uh- will we?" Chishiya: "We will see."

Well, luckily everyone defines “fun” differently.

He laughed at you when you bumped into something as you entered the room.

y/n: "Ouch!" Chishiya: "Watch out." y/n: "IT'S DARK INSIDE HERE, I'M NOT AN OWL!"

He would be willing to help you, but he's no more an owl than you are.

Chishiya: "Ouch!" y/n: "Watch out." Chishiya: "Maybe I deserve that."

Once you have settled down somewhere, peace and quiet return.

For a very long time.

Chishiya doesn't speak if he doesn't have to.

And he is patient.

A person with lots of time.

But you aren't in here with him to remain silent.

y/n: "Haven't you told me we will have fun in here?" Chishiya: "Question is, what kind of fun you think of."

Thanks god it's dark inside here so he can see how your face is turning red now.

Chishiya: "Did you know: Owls can turn their heads by up to 270 degrees, as they have twice as many neck vertebrae as humans." Kuina: "You should give y/n compliments instead of boring them with your knowledge." y/n: "UP TO 270 DEGREES?!" Chishiya: "You know, Kuina- you aren't in the room, so leave us alone."

K a r u b e

The brother has no inhibitions. When he hears that you should go into the room with him, he stands up, grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind him, no hesitation.

The other players already have a premonition of what's going to happen with you two, which is why they deliberately stay away from the door.

The only thing is, they are wrong.

You aren't about to start a wild make-up-session.

Instead, Karube simply leads you to the window of the room, where he quietly and secretly draws the curtains.

y/n: "You know, this is against the rules ..." Karube: "Rules are made to be broken."

In any case, the little romantic has a plan for how you can make the seven minutes pass quickly together.

Karube: "Have you ever noticed how brightly the stars shine outside at night in this world?" y/n: "Honestly, no. I … I've never really felt like looking at the stars in this world. I never had someone to do that with, plus ... it kinda makes me sad, 'cause of all the people we have already lost and kill ourselves." Karube: "But the deceased can be better remembered in the dark and in peace."

That leaves you speechless.

You know that Karube can be a bit of a jerk.

But you also know that he's not stupid.

And you really love like how kindhearted he can be if he wants to.

Karube: "So, seven minutes to just stand here and watch the stars getting brighter together- will you join me?"

You smile at him and this is your answer, before you turn your head in the direction of the window- whispering a quiet "Wow" while your eyes are getting a litte teary.

y/n: "You are a blessing, Karube ... you really are ..."

N i r a g i

Niragi is the most annoying partner you can get from any player.

Unlike Chishiya, he wouldn't talk about any 'useless' knowledge, but he would be nagging and complaining.

And above all, he would be offended because he doesn't get what he wants from you.

Niragi: "Come on, seven minutes would be enough for a-" y/n: "I said no and no means no!"

But who would he be if he just accepted it.

y/n: "And anyways, it wouldn't be much fun if we aren't able to see each other ... right?"

You can then hear a choking noise from outside, which is uttered by Tatta.

Nevertheless, Niragi gives you the point and just sits back from that now on.

At least for a while until he gets bored again.

Niragi: "And now? Are we just sitting here, doing nothing at all?" y/n: "We can play “I see something you don't see”." Niragi: "Are you fucking kidding me?" y/n: "Alright, then let's call it "Guess what I see"." Niragi: "Stop it." y/n: "Well, than stop nagging, you can't be bored enough then."

Just be happy about the fact he do like a lot.

We all now Niragi is none who is listening to a "no".

If he wouldn't care about you … just think about what he did to Usagi …

Still, he is happy when things are finally over.

Karube: "So, how does it feel like to be dumped?" Niragi: "You should know the best." Karube: "Sorry boy, none has ever rejected me."

[sumluckr]

Aguni Morizono x bimbo!reader relationship HCs :

• Aguni doesn’t even look at you the first time you cross paths. You’re too bubbly, too chatty, and way too airheaded for him to take seriously.

• You’re a college student working part-time at a café near his gym.

• He assumes you’re just another ditzy, hyper girl who talks too much—until you start following him around, asking dumb questions like,

• “Why are your arms so big? Do you eat a lot of protein?”

• “Wait, if you’re so strong, do you ever get tired from carrying around all your muscles? Like, do they make you heavier?”

• At first, he ignores you. Then, he realizes you’re just so sincere in everything you say, it’s not an act.

• One day, he grumbles to Takeru, “That girl at the café doesn’t shut the hell up. Just keeps askin’ the dumbest shit.”

• Takeru only smirks. “She’s your type, huh? You like ‘em cute and brainless?”

• Aguni does not like you. Until he does.

• The first time he actually likes you is when he sees you get excited over something really simple, like a puppy or a cute keychain.

• You light up like it’s the best thing in the world, and it makes his cold exterior crack just a little.

• He hates it. Hates how pretty you look when you smile, how you make everything seem so easy.

• And yet, every time you talk, he finds himself listening. Even when he swears he won’t.

• He realizes he enjoys watching you be happy more than he thought.

• If someone makes fun of you for being dumb, he’s suddenly fucking pissed—even if he was annoyed by it five minutes ago.

• The first time he gets protective over you, you don’t even realize it’s a thing. You just pout and go, “Aww, you’re so nice! You’re like, my big strong bodyguard!”

• He growls, “I’m not your fucking bodyguard.”

• He absolutely is.

• He doesn’t talk much, but he listens. When you ramble about the silly little things you like, he remembers them.

• You whine about losing your favorite lip gloss? Boom, he buys you a new one the next day.

• You say you want a plushie? He acts annoyed but later shoves it into your hands with a gruff, “Here. Don’t ask me for another one.”

• He acts like he doesn’t care, but he does.

• He likes you because you’re soft, sweet, and clueless—it makes him feel like he has something pure to protect.

• Overprotective as fuck. If you’re out with him, he hates when other men stare at you.

• “What the fuck are you looking at?” —Aguni, five seconds before he starts a fight.

• You’re too naive to notice men checking you out, and it infuriates him.

• You giggle and say, “You get jealous so easy, baby! You’re so cute!”

• He is not cute. He is a big, scary, dangerous man (he is cute).

• You always touch his muscles and sigh dramatically, “Wow… You’re, like, the strongest man ever. I feel so safe!”

• He acts like he doesn’t care, but he absolutely preens when you say that.

• If you ever get scared of something—thunder, horror movies, weird noises at night—he does not let it slide.

• “Why the fuck are you watching that if you can’t handle it?” he grumbles, but he still lets you hide against his chest.

• You get scared; he handles it. Simple as that.

• He pretends he doesn’t care when you cry over a sad movie, but the way his hand rests on your thigh tells another story.

• He doesn’t know how to comfort people, but he tries.

• If you ever cry, he fucking hates it. He’ll pull you into his arms and mumble, “You’re okay. I got you.”

• He fell first? No. But he fell completely.

• You’re the only person who gets to curl up in his lap while he watches TV.

• He carries you if you’re tired. No complaints. Just picks you up and walks.

• He pretends to hate it, but he loves when you snuggle against him and say, “You’re so warm! Like my own big teddy bear.”

• If you pout and beg just a little, he’ll let you put on one of those stupid couple’s face masks on him.

• You talk a lot. He barely talks at all. It should be annoying. It’s not.

• You have no filter, which gets you into trouble sometimes. Aguni is always the one pulling you away before you piss off the wrong person.

• If you ever get sick, he’s the worst at taking care of you.

• “Take your medicine.”

“But it’s gross!”

“Then stay sick. I don’t care.” (He absolutely cares.)

• He lets you wear his clothes. The first time you steal one of his hoodies, he just sighs, “You better not get that dirty.”

• You do.

• He acts grumpy, but he secretly likes how small you look in his stuff.

• He’s not the romantic type, but he does shit for you anyway—random gifts, pulling you into his lap, standing between you and the rest of the world like a fucking shield.

• You love him so easily it scares him sometimes. He doesn’t get it. Doesn’t get how someone so soft, so happy, so fucking light could ever want someone like him.

• And yet, you do.

• And that’s enough for him.

• And if anyone ever hurts you? He’s killing them. No questions asked.

NSFW from here:

• He’s patient, thorough, in control, but never cruel about it.

• He’s not the type to rush, not the type to fuck you carelessly—when he’s inside you, he wants you to feel every inch of him.

• Deep, slow, dragging strokes that have you whimpering his name, clawing at his back, struggling to breathe because it’s just so much.

• He watches you fall apart under him, completely mesmerized by the way you tremble, the way your lips part in breathless little moans.

• “Feels good, huh?” His voice is low, rough, teasing. He knows you can barely answer. He loves that.

• He’s soft, but not weak. You act up? You provoke him? That’s when you see his mean side.

• You think you can tease him, rolling your hips on his lap, whining about how he’s “too nice” in bed.

• “Maybe I should get someone rougher—”

• You don’t even get to finish that sentence before he has you pinned, breath hot against your ear.

• “That so?” His voice is dangerously low. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”

• The next thing you know, you’re face down, ass up, his big hand pressing into your lower back.

• Deep, punishing strokes. Slow at first—**agonizingly slow—**until he’s snapping his hips into you, gripping your waist so tight you can barely move.

• “Not so mouthy now, are you?”

• He loves hearing you whimper. Loves when you beg for more, beg for him to go deeper.

• He’s not cruel, but he is relentless. He pushes you to your limit—makes you take all of him until you can’t think, until all you know is him.

�� Size kink? Absolutely. You feel so tiny under him, struggling to take him, clinging to his shoulders like he’s your only lifeline.

• You whimper about how big he is, and he groans like you just said the sexiest thing in the world.

• “Such a good girl, takin’ me so well.”

• He loves watching you struggle. Not in a cruel way—he just likes seeing how well you take him, how your body molds to fit him perfectly.

• “Knew you could handle it.”

• And the breeding kink? Yeah. That man is not pulling out. Ever.

• Fills you up every time. He likes the way you whine about how warm it is, the way you squirm when he stays inside you after.

• If you ever whimper about wanting him to give you a baby? That’s it. He’s gone.

• “Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Want me to make you mine?”

• He grips your thighs, presses you down against him, thrusts so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

• He likes control, but there’s one thing that breaks him every time.

• When you take control for a moment.

• You ride him, slow and steady, rolling your hips just right, hands pressed against his chest, smiling down at him with those innocent, teasing eyes.

• He tries to keep control, tries not to let it get to him—but then you lean down, whisper against his ear:

• “Feels so good, baby… I love making you feel good.”

• Fuck.

• He grips your hips tight, groans deep, tilts his head back as he lets you take what you want from him.

• “Keep going, baby. Just like that.” His voice is breathless, raw, completely undone.

• You run your hands down his chest, press slow kisses against his neck, whisper sweet praises in his ear.

• And that’s when he breaks.

• He flips you over, pins you down, takes back control—but now it’s slower, deeper, more desperate.

• Because the way you touch him so softly, kiss him like he means something— it undoes him.

• He doesn’t know how to handle that kind of tenderness.

• He’s possessive, but quiet about it. No choking, no marks—he just fucks you so deep you’ll feel it for days.

• And when it’s over? That’s when you see how soft he really is.

• Aftercare is unmatched. He cleans you up, carries you if you’re too tired to walk, presses slow, deep kisses against your shoulders.

• “Did so good for me, baby. You okay?” His voice is always softer after.

• He doesn’t cuddle—he holds. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his warmth, keeping you pressed against his chest like you belong there.

• He strokes your back, kisses your forehead, presses his lips against your hair.

• If you ask him to stay, he always does.

• If you ever trace his scars with your fingers, press soft kisses against his chest, tell him he’s beautiful—

• He doesn’t know how to respond.

• He just holds you tighter.

• He doesn’t say it, but this—this feeling, this closeness—is what he secretly loves the most.

[crimsonnsstuff]

Aguni p links🙏

Cumming on your tummy

You don’t deserve his cock :(

He’s sloppy!

Pounding into you

You’re so needy!!

Some say your legs are still shaking till this day

Stretching you!!