#aib fic

[lunaasolstice]

A Midnight Show

Pairings: Chishiya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW! Smut (18+), Public Sex, Oral Sex 

Summary: Chishiya helps you win a game. Now he wants something in return. 

Your body shivers as you dive head first into the clear blue water. It didn’t help that it was well past midnight, the cold breeze hitting your skin as the heat evaporates off your body. There wasn’t many people around, surprisingly, only a few at the other side of the pool drinking their beers and conversing with one another. You stand still as your back leans against the wall of the pool, giving your body some time to adapt to the temperature of the water. It was a stupid idea to go swimming at this time but you honestly couldn’t deal with all the crowded people during peak daylight hours.  Plus, you basically have the entire half of the pool to yourself so it’s an obvious win. 

“Surprised to see you here.” said a condescending voice. You look up and see that it’s him, giving you an arrogant smirk.

You met him earlier at one of the games. It was a diamonds game and the two of you were randomly paired together by the game master to work together. The objective was to try and save the other players that were trapped behind several doors before the time runs out. In order to open those doors you had to figure out the pass code with certain riddles that were given. If the task was not successful, then everyone dies. Your white-haired partner basically figured out every single riddle and all you had to do was punch the codes in and get everyone out.

“Thanks for saving us. I don’t know if I would’ve done that myself.”

“It wasn’t difficult. The name is Chishiya by the way.”

“Oh thank you Chishiya. I don’t know to repay you.”

“I’ll figure that out soon.” Were his last words to you before he stepped out of the building.

“What do you want?” You ask, rolling your eyes.

“Didn’t know it was a crime for me to come out into the pool.” He takes off his white jacket and gets in the pool, his body slightly shivering after making contact with the water. 

“I didn’t say that. I just asked what do you want?”

He’s right in front of you now, giving you that smirk once again. “Hm, well since you asked you do owe me from the game earlier today.”

“Okay? What is it?”

His cocky smirk only gets wider, “Well I know there’s something we could both use right now.”

You cock your head to the side, “Oh?”

He slowly inches toward you, his cat brown eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitches and it was as if the water was frozen because you could not move at all.

“I know you want me, Y/N. I could tell by those pathetic heart eyes of yours.”

There was no way to respond to that because he is right. When you first saw him you couldn’t stop admiring his beautiful features. You were sure not to stare at him too much throughout the game but it was probably too obvious now that you think about it. 

His hands land on your hips, lifting you so that you are now sitting at the edge of the pool. Your legs were still dangling against the water, eyes never leaving his. You can feel something crawling under your skin, in your blood giving you a jolt of fire you couldn’t explain. 

You can feel your pussy tingling. There’s no denying now that you are horny for this man and  hope that he is thinking the same thing you are thinking right now.

“Let’s have some fun right here, yeah?” You immediately nod and his hands are now on your thighs, slowly opening up your legs as he looks at your pleading eyes. With ease he’s able to move your bikini to the side, his fingers delicately touching your folds.

“Huh, already wet for me?. Are you that horny for me Y/N?”

You are embarrassed to say the least, but oh how fucking good does this feel right now.

He inserts his index finger inside you, pumping in and out slowly as he carefully adds his middle finger.  This time, he was speeding up the pace of both his fingers inside you, and it was enough friction for your vaginal walls to want to beg for more. Soft whimpers escape your mouth, and you tried your best to hold it in. You didn’t want to be too loud as it would cause attention to the two of you. After all, there were still people at the other side of the pool. You never in your life expected to be in this position but you didn’t care. You wanted to enjoy this moment and if it meant you had to be his fucking whore for the night then so be it. 

His thumb starts circulating against your clit, your whimpers now turning into loud moans. You bite the back of your hand to prevent the moans from getting louder. Chishiya chuckles, bringing your hand away from your mouth, “Moan for me, princess.”

You were about to reach your high, his thumb keep circulating your clit as he finger fucks you and you couldn’t hold back the moans any longer. Your eyes look over to the people at the other side of the pool. Chishiya follows your gaze and laughs.

“Let them watch” He says, “They can enjoy this beautiful show we are giving them. All the world must know how fucking good I make you feel.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. His dirty talks were making your vaginal walls clench against his fingers, your eyes begging him to not stop this euphoric sensation. 

“Please don’t stop, Chishiya. It feels so good.” you whimper.

But teasing you is fun, and he slides his fingers out of you just before you were going to orgasm. 

“The show isn’t over yet princess,” he begins to completely take off your bikini.

“Tell me what you want.” He demands.

Your eagerness was through the roof and all you wanted was your pussy in his mouth.

“I want you, Chishiya. I want you right now.” The desperation was visible in your voice, and he gives you that same signature smirk as his mouth inches closer to your folds. The tip of his tongue licks your clit, a quiet moan escapes your lips.

“Say it again.” He commands.

“I want you so much Chishiya, I need you.” you beg. 

“Good girl.” Your legs wrap around his head as his tongue starts exploring the inside of your pussy. His tongue thrusts in and out, the soft moans desperately singing for more. His long tongue licking your clit gave you an intense stimulation that made you scream his name in pleasure.

He enjoys tasting the saccharine juices escaping your folds as your thighs suffocated his head deeper against your pussy. The waves of pleasure were out of this world, and you felt like you were on cloud nine. 

“Oh my god Chishiya, I’m going to cum.” you yelp. His mouth working over time as he licks your pussy faster while his thumb stimulates your clit. Chishiya’s brown cat eyes are boring into yours, and he enjoys seeing how much of a wreck he is turning you into. Your feet were shaking and you cried out his name as you reached your orgasm. Your heart was racing and your breathing was out of control. Looking down you see Chishiya giving you a wide smirk, along with huge boner peeking out of his swim trunks. 

“That felt really good holy fuck.” you complimented.

“Hmm, guess I don’t mind having another midnight show. ” He grins.

And you wouldn’t hesitate doing it again. 

[akirasarchives]

[ᴄ.s] | 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Basking in the moonlight of the Beach with your lover.

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader

Chishiya isn’t cold. He isn’t emotionless, he isn’t vicious and he surely isn’t evil. But, he puts on a façade, an act he plays in order to survive the Borderlands. Borderland Chishiya is calculating and knows how to play his pawns, yet he’ll never make you one of them. Your Chishiya, the one in the real world and the one you see behind closed doors is much more than that.

He’s tentative, soft, caring and loving even if the job he occupies causes him to close off that soft part of his heart. He likes to spoil you with small gestures. He likes waking up next to you in the morning and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, he likes pretending to hate the music that you love, he loves having coffee dates with you in the stupidly overpriced Starbucks down the street from the apartment that he shares with you.

You can’t stand to watch as the man you love has to act like he doesn’t love you, that he doesn’t have anything more of an acquaintance level relationship with you all the while he hangs around Kuina as if they’re two peas in a pod when it should be you and him. You don’t hate Kuina, quite the contrary, as the tall woman knows about your real relationship with him even if Chishiya scolded you for telling her.

You can’t stand to watch as the man you love has to act like he doesn’t love you, that he doesn’t have anything more of an acquaintance level relationship with you all the while he hangs around Kuina as if they’re two peas in a pod when it should be you and him. You don’t hate Kuina, quite the contrary, as the tall woman knows about your real relationship with him even if Chishiya scolded you for telling her.

You like it when it’s just the two of you, secretly holding hands and giggling nervously like two teenagers once again.

“‘Taro” A soft whisper breaks the silence enveloping your two figures but Chishiya doesn’t mind. He hums, allowing his soft gaze to replace a verbal reply.

He looks so beautiful. With the curtains cracked open ever so lightly, the soft moonlight hue shines a gentle light onto his already soft features, creating an angelic hue around his face.

The sight engraves in your brain, a mental image you never want to forget. It’s like your Chishiya is back, almost as if you two are back in the normal world.

“When we go back…” You start, staring into his soft eyes “Do you think we can expand the invitations?”

Chishiya smiles, a real genuine smile as he remembers the night before the Borderlands. Maybe his romantic manga had really gotten to him but he couldn’t help but do a cheesy proposal in his own Chishiya-like way. An impromptu picnic date on your shared balcony matched with your favourite foods and a bottle of bubbles gave him the courage to propose. You're glad you fought back your urge to ask him what he was fiddling with in his pocket that night as in hindsight you would’ve ruined the best night of your life.

“Do you want to invite more people?” He asks softly as he moves to grasp your hand with a firmer hold. You nod, thinking about your friends.

“Kuina… She could be one of my entourage” Chishiya shakes his head teasingly as your idea. You can’t help but laugh airily “Maybe she could be your bestwoman?”

“I think Kuina would like to organise the wedding” Chishiya tutts, thinking about the woman’s flamboyant style. He can only imagine the scene, with bright streamers and expensive decorations littering the small space. A crowded room with barely any space for the guests to sit around her own furnishings. Though he smiles, because he knows you would probably adore the stupid thought.

Silence falls over you two once more but it’s okay, because Chishiya is there next to you. Realistically, anyone could barge into his room whenever they liked but for some reason it’s as if a barrier exists. No disruptions have ever passed his doorstep, to which you’re thankful. Silently, you take the time of peace to shuffle up the bed to curl into his side. Looking out the window and silently holding hands can only satisfy your need for affection for so long.

Cuddling up to Chishiya seemed like it would be nothing but a passing thought when you two first entered the Beach, acting as if you two were just game-partners who stuck together.

“I love you, you know?” You whisper, glancing up at Chishiya. A soft rumble in his chest proves that he finds your sudden confession amusing, but he nods anyway. His left arm curls around your form as he uses his left hand to rub at your side lovingly. It causes a soft sigh to emit from deep in your throat as you finally feel your body untensing for the first time in days.

“I love you too” He mumbles, looking towards the ceiling. A part of him holds hatred for people who can easily express themselves, those who don’t have a nagging voice spewing unnecessary feelings of doubt at himself as he struggles to reply. He’s built himself up to a point where he can express himself, though he often finds himself biting his tongue at times.

Chishiya is thankful for you. Thankful that you’re the one person he can truly express himself to and understand that it’s hard for him to express his emotions like others. At times like these, he hates those who are easily kind-hearted.

Someone like Arisu. The man who easily expresses himself to everyone, even him. To wear his heart on his sleeve; he’s somewhat envious even if vulnerability is no more than a death sentence within this world.

[kaicubus]

Minor Indulgences | Kano Mira

warnings ✩° : smut, superiority kink, over stimulation, fem oral!receiving, fem fingering!receiving, praise, sadism, loss of virginity!reader, food imagery used to describe certain parts, use of the nickname darling.

pairing ✩° : kano mira x fem!reader

premise ✩° : as her faithful and loyal right hand, mira suggests she rewards you with a picnic complete with small little treats and cakes. she loves the taste of each and every single one of them, including her most precious indulgence.

word count ✩° : 4.2k

authors note ✩° : blinks very slowly...

As the Queen of Hearts’ right hand assistant, you've been with Mira Kano for the entirety of your time in the Borderlands. At first, a ruthless mastermind was all she was to you, but over time it became increasingly easier to see that she truly was perfect in anyway. She was pure insanity and pure righteousness, and you admired every aspect of her.

“You called for me, your majesty?” You say meekly, holding your arms close to your chest and standing tall beside her. At a specific hour of every day, you look forward to seeing Mira outside in her rose garden, each flower and bud delicately cared for by you, as she nibbles on light confectioneries and sips from meticulously steeped red rose petals—the same ones you had grown. Mira savors her time there and no one is allowed to even step foot in her sacred garden without her approval, so it came as a surprise to you that she called for you specifically.

You don't like to brag, but both you and the few other assistants knew that without you, the Red Queen would lose her head. She enjoyed the calculated schedule you prepared for her every day, especially her garden tea times because that's when she would be able to truly relax.

Despite being called and arriving earlier to avoid her majesty's wrath, Mira doesn't look your way until she takes a sip from her tea. Carefully, you watch her rose tinted lips press against the fine porcelain, not even bothering to blow on the piping hot liquid as it fills her throat smoothly.

“Y/n.” Mira says finally, after putting down the teacup, “There you are.”

You nod, tightly adjusting the white button up uniform Mira makes all of her staff wear, “You still have an hour left to enjoy your tea, your majesty. Is the brew too cold? I could make a fresh pot if that’s what her majesty wants.”

Mira raises her perfectly gloved hand to you, signaling for you to stop talking. You obey quickly and bow your head.

“Y/n. Do you know why I’ve asked you to come to me in the middle of my time in my wonderful garden?” Mira grins, “The tea is perfect as always, and so are the desserts. Have you ever taken pity on me for doing all of this, alone?”

You lift your head and shake in disagreement, “No, your majesty. Never.”

“Well,” She coos, “I take pity on myself. All of this, and no one to share it with. Which is why I want you to join me.” Mira takes her pinky and swipes it along the surface of one of the small strawberry shortcakes on the confectionery display to the left of her. The icing kisses the thin, velvet material that squeezes her fingers taught and you watch as she slowly glides the gentle whipped sweetness on her tongue.

“You should try some.” Mira leans forward eagerly with her thin, ebony eyebrows raised, licking her lips clean, “It’s just how I like it.”

“Oh! Oh no I couldn't possibly! Your majesty this is your time, I wouldn't even think of intruding.”

“It is everything but an intrusion, Y/n.” Mira tugs off her glove and rests it next to her, revealing her pale fingers as well as her red nail polished manicure. She must've gotten them done a few days ago given the pristine state of them. There were many occasions in the past where you've stayed awake dreaming of the day Mira would ever think about touching you with her hands, tapping your face with her palms and placing her mouth on yours. Such dreams remained in your head, however, because surely, the time would never come.

It was like she saw right through you when she extends her bare hand to you, curling her finger and beckoning you forward.

“I-I do apologize, but I can’t, your majesty.” You sheepishly grab the end of your tucked shirt, accidentally making your appearance less than perfect, “A-Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

She cuts your apology short with a small laugh, tilting her head on her hand elegantly, “My, you truly are a delight, aren't you darling? Come, sit down, I think our time together has been long overdue.”

She looks at you unexpectedly, eyes risen into perfectly equal slits. Not daring to waste her time, you nod and take a seat on the elegantly ivory wired chair, making sure to smooth your charcoal colored pencil skirt flat. You clear your throat and adjust your hair, meeting her empty stare with a nervous smile. 

“Here, try this first.” Mira says. In her hands, a miniature fruit tart presents itself to you. The fruit, as prepared by the chef, looks appetizing but not appetizing enough to graciously accept Mira’s offer without hesitating. “Go on, take it.” She beckons again, nodding her head and lowering her hand down to appear more friendly in hopes you take the pastry out of her possession.

“Y-Yes, your majesty.”

With that, Mira smiles and leans forward, studying each and every one of your features, making sure no trait of yours gets left upturned by her stare. You can’t help but feel exposed.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s something you've always wanted to do in the Borderlands?” She questions deeply, creeping her fingers towards the edge of the plate in front of you. As you continue to chew as quickly as you can, she speaks once more, “Something you never thought could happen. What is that?”

Swallowing, you wipe your mouth, “Such a question...I have to ask your majesty, what for?”

“From now on, I want you to call me by my name. Mira.” She drops her jaw to pronounce it, “Mi-ra. I am still your majesty, but I want you and you only to call me by my name.” Her fingertips dance along her cheekbone, “But, I want to know you more. After all, I’ve always found you very interesting and skilled at what you do.”

“Very well, your majesty—I-I mean, Mira.”

“I feel like after all this time, we don’t know each other that well. Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you aren’t around me?”

“Well, personally all I do is look after you, your ma—Mira. There isn't a job in the Borderlands that I’d rather do.” You smile sweetly at your boss, “As for something I’ve thought of, I can’t recall.”

Her pouted lips become a signature characteristic of her dissatisfaction towards your answer, “Seriously? Nothing?”

Shaking your head, you lie once more, “I’m afraid not.” You reach your hand out to take a sip from the already filled tea cup next to you, happily wondering what exactly the Queen of Hearts’ tea tasted like. You could've sampled from the head chef, but in this moment you're convinced the tea would taste a thousand times better than it ever would.

There was no doubt that Mira was an elegant figure and as her assistant, a part of you wanted to match her elegance in the form of sipping from her special brew.

As you become lost in the flavor of the swirling notes of delicate fragrant blossoms and a sweet vanilla aftertaste, Mira becomes lost in your posture, your stance, your expression. Almost like she’s pleased with how much you're enjoying being with her, Mira leans forward to indulge in a bit of fun.

Taking another long sip, that’s when you hear a hollow knock below the table and feel a familiar, nylon material stroke itself against the side of your calf ever so slightly shortly after. You blink, fluttering your eyelids in a moment of shock as the feeling isn't anything like you've felt before. It’s cold, stiff, but weirdly flexible, and it keeps rubbing against you like it’s waiting, practically looking forward to your reaction. Putting two and two together, after looking at Mira’s sly grin, you start to choke on your tea.

You both stare at each other as the force of your cough splatters the red tinted liquid from your mouth straight to your top, staining the already thin, white material and soaking it so that it translucently sticks to your skin. As expected, Mira smiles and lifts her chin happily.

“Ah. Be careful.” She chuckles mystically, “It’s very hot, darling.”

At this point, the temperature was the least of your worries. After all, no matter how shy and meek you present yourself around Mira, you're her right hand for a reason. Your body has been trained to withstand anything that could ever want to harm you. But, did Mira really just flirt with you just now? The look on her face is unmistakable : there was something you had that she wanted. But what?

Mira rolls her bare shoulders back some more as she stares at your blouse, still laughing at the mess you've made because of her, “Oh Y/n, I didn't expect you to be so messy. Here, let me help you.”

You watch helplessly as Mira presses herself into the edge of the table, pushing herself towards you with a napkin in hand. Practically paralyzed and immobile you become at the touch of her slowly blotting against your chest. With only a few careless wipes, Mira leans back and kisses her teeth, “No, no that simply won’t do.”

You quickly stand, “I-I’ll go change! It’s no problem, I’ll be right back!”

“No.” Her voice goes dark, “Stay put.”

The abrupt change in her once lighthearted voice stops you in your tracks and you're forced to look at her as she stands up as well. Too scared to say anything, you just watch as Mira sways her hips towards you, soon facing you directly. A heat quickly flies to your face once it settles in that Mira was not only looking at you, but into you.

“It’s true that I don’t want you to leave. Not yet.” She says, “But, surely it’s a waste to waste such delicious tea. I’ll help you get undressed, come.”

Undressed?

Your body responds first, completely compliant to your Queen’s orders as you step, now in front of her. She smiles pleasantly and curls her arm onto your waist, manually hoisting you into her presence. With a quick, ‘tch’ Mira’s hands slowly slither their way to your torso, finding their place directly on top of your chest, toying with the small buttons between her fingers.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You count in your head to try and distract yourself from the fact this was all happening right now. Your buttons fly off with just a few flicks of Mira’s wrist and by the end of it, she’s left admiring the bareness of your top without any filter whatsoever.

“Mira,” you sigh breathlessly, “I can do this all myself, you don’t have to—”

Just then, the hand that once held your shirt open freely rips it open to fully expose your chest, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders down to your waist. She must've not liked what you had to say. Suddenly, before you can protest her sudden act, her hands cup your breasts and gingerly push them up so that your skin flawlessly meets her lips.

You gasp out, mouth gaping open in genuine shock as you buck your hips forward in reflex. Mira on the other hand, relentlessly continues licking bold stripes slowly into your skin almost as if with every lick she tastes, the more close she feels to you. You look down with eyes watery from her intrusion and heightened embarrassment and notice red. Red from her lipstick slathered on her lips with the upmost care, all over you.

“Hngh! Mira! What are you doing?!” You cry out, trying to move her head away from you, but you're too weak, “Ngh!”

You can feel the warmth of her tongue slowly glide across the bottom of your collarbone, just above your breast, spreading her saliva all across your skin as she slurps up what’s left of the tea. You’re unable to hold back, not even your hands guarding your mouth can prevent your small whimpers from being heard by the woman in front of you.

Very soon it becomes clear that you had never done anything sexual of the sort with anybody before. The realization quirks Mira’s mouth into a sadistic, curious grin as she plucks her lips away from you for just a second. “My my, darling! Could it be that you've never done anything like this before? That can’t be. Are you a virgin..?”

Embarrassment surges to your cheeks in the form of a dark, pink hue and you quickly start to tremble, “N-No!” you lie, in hopes that would please her, “I-I’m...somewhat experienced. But still! There’s napkins and cloths! Why would you??”

She ignores your panicked thoughts, “My darling, no one would ever get so nervous so quickly from this if they've had sex before. Am I making you nervous, darling?” She hisses against your ear, parting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she leans close enough for your senses to get overwhelmed by her suffocating, regal scent. “If there’s any chance I’m right, there’s really no use in lying, Y/n. I’ll happily be your first and your only, would you like that? Because I know I would love it.”

She was oh so right. At least with her, you could trust she would take care of you and have all her attention on you. A part of you liked that idea.

You bring your attention back to the woman in front of you, knowing you aren't going to reject her offer in any means. She grins, reading your mind, “Let me take care of you. Your body is so soaked already, what a bother. All the tea’s spilled over your shirt...your bra...even down here...” Before her hands can reach past your shirt, you hold her wrist gently and look at her with glossy eyes.

“M-Mira, wait a second!” Rather than continuing, Mira looks up at you and her fingers stop directly in between your legs, awaiting your next words. “Don’t you think...it feels wrong doing something like this out in the open? Shouldn't we go inside first?”

“Oh you poor dear. You've forgotten, no one else is up here but you and me. Not even a camera or two. Unfortunately.” She winks, playfully peaking her tongue out from her lips, “Besides, if anyone does show up, I’ll have their head.” No doubt about it. You swallow thickly and nod, earning a smile from your queen as she dips her hand back to it’s rightful spot.

Within a few seconds, Mira has you with your back pressed against the back of the chair, hands wedged tight in between your thighs, massaging your growing slick just in your skirt. There’s no telling how many times she’s done this before, or how many times she’s imagined this exact scenario on repeat in her head but judging off of how easily she unravels you, it’s impossible not to think about it.

Mira takes several long pauses to gaze at your expression, taking the time to savor each pretty whimper and each suppressed moan. She can’t help but bite her lip in response, “Ah, does that feel good my love?”

“Yes!” You let out, embarrassingly quick, but you can’t find the need to care. She’s already seen you at your most vulnerable, or so you think. The sweat from your forehead glides down to your cheeks and you feel a rolling, rushing sensation start to build in your abdomen. You feel how her fingers, from gently caressing your clothed entrance to vigorously rubbing in fluid motions, dip in and side to side, only earning more mewls of sheer pleasure from you. It’s only a matter of time before Mira has enough and kicks the chair from behind you, under you and pushes you onto it.

Shocked that she changes your position so quick, you go to speak, only to be quickly silenced by your majesty’s lips capturing yours. Her generous tongue slips into your mouth and begins to swipe over your tongue, leaving no trace of any tea of dessert left, instead only her own lustful taste. It burns like no other.

You desperately thrust forward into her hand, silently giving her the go ahead to continue what ever she has planned, wishing and only yearning for the thing you’ve always dreamed of. And Mira eagerly does so.

Using her unoccupied hand to nearly tear your skirt off you, Mira slides her gloved hand slowly into your panties, moving the fabric from her most precious treat of all. Before you know it, you feel her slender fingers poke and prod at your entrance, swirling your overflowing wetness over your clit and on the outside of your pussy, making sure to give attention to all of you. You let out an uncontrolled moan when her fingers easily glide into you, not afraid anymore.

“Does that feel nice?” Mira coos when she rips away from your mouth, panting hot air onto your swollen lips, “Do you like when I touch you here, darling?” You watch as her body moves in ripples, practically pleasuring herself at the sight of your fucked out expression, desperate for you to tell her how she makes you feel so she can relieve herself already. And who are you to deprive her of that?

You lean your head back and whine, “Mira you're making me feel so good. Please, don't stop, don't ever stop.”

You watch as Mira stares into your eyes, hungry—no, starved—for your taste on her tongue. She can barely contain herself, but she manages to do so for just a little longer. With an evil grin, she pulls her fingers out of you and opens her mouth, showing off her tongue and sliding your arousal onto the middle of it. “Sweeter than any dessert.” She says to herself, “I need more, more!”

Resting your ankles on her shoulders, you hear as her breath hitches in an attempt to swallow her excitement as if she’s telling herself not to have too much fun. But the thrill is too opaque to ignore, better than any game between life or death ever.

“So this is what you look like, darling?” Mira speaks slow and tauntingly, refusing to remove her eyes from your glistening cunt, “You truly are as beautiful as I ever wanted you to be. Does this hurt? You’re so wet for me, I find it hard that it feels comfortable right now. I can fix it though.” She hooks her fingers on each side of your inner thighs, spreading your legs open just enough to expose your arousal.

“I can’t help it.” You choke back, swallowing the excess saliva practically pooling inside your mouth, “When you look at me in this way...I can’t help it...”

“Well, youre my favoirte after all. How can I not look at you?” Her sweet words trickle between your thighs like some sort of forbidden honey, only indulging in your ever flowing sweetness seeping between your legs.

You throw your head back, rolling your neck onto your shoulder to try and get a better look at the woman in front of you, only showing your vulnerability towards her.

“Mhm...that’s it. Good girl, darling. I can’t wait to see how you taste.” She tilts her head slowly and dips her face just centimeters from your pussy, fanning her breath over your wetness. You shudder at the shrill coldness of your most sensitive part. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

You nod eagerly, but not too eagerly, knowing how much Mira despises having her fun spoiled. But how could you stay calm? The most feared mastermind of the Borderlands, your mastermind, is so close to you—closer than you'd ever imagined or dreamed for her to be. Everything about her is perfect, even up close and spread on the ground. From where you’re sitting, her lashes look as long and full as ever and her perfect, pristine skin shines even in the shadows of your legs. She’s regal. Absolutely perfect.

Before you can get lost in your own thoughts, Mira doesn't bother wasting any time as the pink tongue of hers quickly buries itself into your pussy, her lips pressing a kiss onto your entrance, humming vibrations in between your thighs from a long awaited daydream come to life. Letting out a low moan, your hips buck down into her mouth, unintentionally causing the tip of her pale nose to nudge against the hood of your painfully swollen clit. With a few more kisses, you can feel the way her cupids bow mashes against your folds and her tongue, gently splitting you open to taste more of you.

You whimper, slowly succumbing to the growing fire in your now shaking limbs. You can feel all the pent up pleasure burning at every edge in your body like a moth to a flame. “It’s so sensitive right here.” Mira whispers deeply and pushes her tongue back into your pussy, “Do you like it when I lick you right here? It’s so sweet, I can’t control myself.” Her words throw you for another loop, nails digging deep into the plushness of your own thighs, grinding against her. Pleasure runs its course through your body, convulsing and thrusting your hips in short spurts but she proceeds to lick stripes and circles, flicking her tongue side to side and making lewd, sloppy noises into your cunt.

Once the pleasure becomes too much, you let her name carelessly fall from your lips, “M-Mira wait!” No matter how many times you tell her, or would tell her to stop, Mira could care less and continues. All she wants is to make you hers. Her intensity milks your cries from your raw throat, unable to fathom the speed at which her tongue and fingers work together to chase every writhing spasm from your body. She pushes you into more and more until you're on the edge of your seat, gripping onto her matte charcoal hair, silently wishing she would slow down or give you a break. Your actions cause her to move directly up to the top of your pussy, a place where she didn't want to be just yet.

Annoyed at your sudden movement of her place, Mira moves back down easily with a firm grip on your buckled knees and hoists you up so your ass shifts back further onto the chair. “Don’t move.” Her voice darkens as she takes a breath of air, “Stay still for me, ok?” As she speaks, the rest of the world around you becomes a hazy blur. Within seconds, you forget you're even still in the garden, sunlight still shining through the lattice and glass above like any normal day, despite it being not normal in the slightest.

Your apologies fall out in a way you were too ashamed to admit, “M’sorry! M’so so sorry! Your majesty I—HNGH!”

She wanted to grab you at that point, anger taking control when she grits her teeth, “Mira. Say it again.”

“Mira!” you scream, “Mira Mira Mira!!”

“That’s good.” She looks back down at your stomach, and continues at the same intensity and pressure as before. Running the tip of her tongue up and down your folds, she gathers your slick in long strides, greedily stealing all of your arousal. Slow and steady, you can tell how much experience Mira has or at least fronts to have, but you’d at least hope that she knew by the throbbing of your needy clit that she would slow down and save you from the growing embarrassment of cumming too quickly. Just by looking at her alone, there were multiple occasions where you would end the day with a growing wetness between your thighs and a fuzzy mind. Now, there was no escaping that, or the fact that Mira seemingly knew every button to press even you didn't know.

The familiar feeling returns and very quickly you begin to squeeze your eyes shut, the bleakness of nothingness greeting you but the feeling of Mira’s hot tongue licking its way into you, not disappearing like you thought it would. With her voice in the background, happily humming, and your loud and messy cries, you chase your release and whine out desperately, locking your legs around the back of her neck trying to ground her into you as you cum. To your surprise, she doesn't mind at all.

Riding out your orgasm, Mira holds you tightly and squeezes your sides gently, looking up at you through her lashes and staring at you with her dark, hooded eyes. Within a few writhing seconds of twitching and trembling, Mira laps up your juices and scoots back just enough to look at you as a whole. As you're panting for air, trying to fill the lack thereof in your chest, Mira grins and raises her hand to her mouth, pressing down on her glistening lips as she giggles, “Did I make you feel good, darling? You’re so cute and you taste so sweet.” She leans forward and rubs your ankle.

You can’t help but bite your lip, still trembling as you respond, “U-Uh huh...Y-Yes. F’eels so good Mira...”

She laughs again, lifting herself from the ground and tucking her hair behind her ear to show her face, “Why don’t we get back inside, Y/n? I’m sure we’re well behind schedule. But, it looks like you need some time to recover.”

And she doesn’t? You swallow and nod your head, losing your grip on the chair to get up as well, ending up slipping and plopping right back down. “U-Uhm...Sorry Mira I—”

She shakes her head dismissively, “Don’t. Let me help you.” Mira holds out a hand to you and you accept it gently.

“Thank you, Mira.” Your voice is small, but still managing to stand up as Mira guides you with a soft hold on your elbows. Just as you stand up next to her, she presses a reassuring kiss onto your cheek and looks at you with a still, spine chilling grin, but now it seems to have a double meaning. You didn’t care what it meant.

“Let’s make this a part of my schedule, yes? We need to catch up for as long as we’ve known each other, right darling?”

[gay-dorito-dust]

⚠️A little drabble with slight Season 2 spoilers for AIB. ⚠️ this was shit.

“You had every opportunity to be rid of me and yet here I still breath, has my usefulness to you not ran out yet after all this time? Had there not been a time where you could’ve easily disposed of me?” You asked Chishiya as you dragged your bleeding form -curtesy of the king of spades- to mark your final resting place beside him, back pressed up against the car; too tired to accompany Arisu and Usagi to the final game but your faith in them was unwavering. They’ve came this far so it stood to reason that they could put an end to all this. You’ve all lost too much to meet your end here; despite how tragic that sounded, it was a befitting end. To die at the end of the game.

Freedom is almost within reach now and all you could do was reminisce on your time in the Borderlands as time etched away slower then usual. For you the more notable moments took place at The Beach; the once warm safe haven that turned into a nightmarish hellscape right to the very end as it burned down in a blaze of fierce flames. You met Chishiya and Kuina there during a period of your life where you’ve seen one too many of your friends die during the games; Even gotten betrayed by one or two during the more morally tolling ones, which forced your hand into killing them so that you may survive in their stead.

So your willingness to befriend or ally yourself with someone else were slim to none. At the time you didn’t care if you lived when participating in the games, so much so that it made you more reckless and daring during them. Which in retrospect was the dumbest shit you’ve ever done; thinking that the consequences don’t extend to you after your dead because they do and the games like to remind every participant of that. So when you did meet Chishiya and Kuina, you knew what they’re game was almost immediately.

They weren’t here to make friends and neither were you, which was why when one day they did approach you that you were immediately on high alert, hand reaching for the knife that you kept after removing it from the cold hand of a dead man you came across before reaching the massive mansion of party goers. They extended their hand in ‘friendship’ but you shut it down as you stared at them dead in the eyes and told them, “don’t think I don’t know what game your playing at because I ain’t willing in becoming an meat shield for either of you to hide behind when things get too rough. Find some other gullible bastard and quit bothering me.” Before leaving the pair in the hallway as you went to prepare for another game.

Another memory you remember so fondly was when after you had gotten hurt from a game, instead of going back to the cars that would lead you back to The Beach, you slunk your way into an alleyway to die, your position was very much the same as the one you were in currently, back pressed against the brick wall and waiting death to take you far away from this desolate hellhole. Just when you had closed your eyes in acceptance, a voice called out to you and it wasn’t belonging to an angel; It was Chishiya. “What’re you doing?” He asked, however you knew that he could care less for the reason, he just wanted to get a reaction out of you for his own entertainment.

“Waiting to die so I can be as far away from you as possible.” You replied, not bothering to opening your eyes to him.

“That’s a little dramatic don’t you think?” He responds, leaning against the wall as his eyes examine the wounds you received as his brows furrowed but not out of worry.

“Doesn’t matter, all that does is the fact that soon I’ll be free from all this pain and will never have to participate in another game as I cross over into the afterlife.” You stood to your reasoning with steadfast loyalty.

“Dramatic and selfish,” Chishiya said as he ventured forth into the alleyway and knelt so that he was in front of you, getting a better look at your injuries. He didn’t have the best view from where he was standing previously and decided that closer examination was needed. So he kept the conversation going without easing any suspicion within you as you ‘awaited death’ as you so kindly put it. “Your wounds aren’t that severe, they’re deep but the only everlasting thing they’ve leave is a scar at most.” He deduced as you opened your eyes to glare at him. “Now get up before the cars leave us behind and we’re presumed dead.” Chishiya then stood up, offered out his hand for you to take.

You begrudgingly took his hand as he then hauled you off of the floor and began to help you hobble back to the cars that took you back to The Beach, where Kuina was waiting in the lobby for him and subsequently you as she took you off of his hands and aided in getting you to Ann for medical attention. Luckily the additional days added to your visa allowed you to make a full recovery for the next game.

The rest were blurred chaos of varying degrees and the only face that you could clearly make out of that mess was Chishiya’s and his voice, cool under pressure, guiding you to clearing your hectic mind and silence the unnecessary noise that would’ve inevitably have you killed. Even when you weren’t accompanying him in certain games, his presence was with always with you that soon before you allowed yourself to be swept away with everyone else and their growing anxieties, you would clear away their screeching voices and allow yourself to let the answer come to you rather then hopelessly chase it.

“You’re right, I did have opportune moments where I could be rid of you in order to save myself but for some reason, I just let them keep slipping through my fingers. Every time. At first I was wondering if I had let this place force me into a moment of weakness. I was left perplexed and questioning everything when all but soon enough I found my answer.” Chishiya said calmly for a guy who had just gotten shot. Twice. “What was it?” You asked him, awaiting him to finish the sentence on baited breath. “I got attached.” He finally answered glancing over to gauge your reaction like he always did. Which was a habit of his that you’ve only began to take notice as of just recently. He never did once glance at anyone else other then you when he wanted to know how his words affected someone.

Chishiya knew how he made people feel but for some reason he put more effort into knowing how you felt about his words, his actions, everything. It was weird, he even did this back at the beach but when you asked Kuina about this, her answer didn’t make any sense to you. “He’s grown attached to you.” She said but you could only scoff at such ridiculousness, “he only cares about what I came give him. Face it Kuina, Chishiya would rather throw me under the bus then ever admit it to my face that he’s attached.”

You stared at him as though he had grown a second head all the while he rested his head on your shoulder, “what’re your plans after we get out of here?” He changed the subjected, already knowing how you felt about him, he always knew and deep down he believed that you did too and that’s why you didn’t say anything in response. “I don’t know, I’ve worn myself down by just trying to survive and outlive others that I haven’t given it all that much thought.” You admitted to him in a moment of vulnerability, “but I wouldn’t mind it if we went through the unknown together.” You added, resting your head on top of Chishiya’s.

“Is that so?” He asks with a slight air to his tone as though he found all this funny but his hand reached for your own, you tensed at how cold you’ve both become in such a short amount of time that you were starting to actually face your own mortality. It was scary but for Chishiya; you’d brave anything. “Only if you want to of course, wouldn’t want to deter the great Chishiya Shuntaro from better things.” You added as to make light of your situation but faulted when you felt him starting to weigh heavily against your side. “Chishiya?” You said softly. “That sounds nice,” he finally spoke after a moment of silence but his voice was a lot quieter then before, “see you on the other side.” He added as the blimp belonging to the Queen of Hearts finally came down in the form of fiery rain before everything became black.

You awoke in a hospital with no memory of how you got here. Lost and afraid you almost called out in a state of panic when is voice, cool and collected, reached out to you. Silencing the unnecessary noise within. “Your finally awake.”

[misshorrormovies]

Thinking about how relaxing would be to stay by the Beach pool, your legs in the water, a cool breeze brushing your skin in the depth of night, the moon illuminating the dark sky. But suddenly, you're bothered by the sounds of someone's steps. Chishiya.

"Can't sleep?" He said.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his white hoodie half zipped up.

"not really...today's game was pretty tough"

You're avoiding Chishiya's face, keeping your stare up at the beautiful stars that portray the sky so lovely you can't look away. Chishiya nods, taking a few more steps toward you as he keeps his eyes on your figure.

"what card suit did you have?" He asked.

"three of spades, why?"

Chishiya's lips curl upward into a small smirk, taking his eyes off you for a few seconds before returning to stare at you.

"three of spades? Weird, I haven't seen it marked at the wall. Are you sure it was three of spades?"

You stop for a second, your breath caught in your throat for a second. God, you're so stupid. So stupid. How could you tell him the actual card suit?

"Probably Hatter forgot to" you say quietly, still not looking at Chishiya.

Yeah right.

Hatter never forgot to mark the cards. Your heart started beating a bit faster at the thought of getting caught.

Chishiya's smirk grew a bit wider at this. He was fully aware you're lying and the fact that he caught you with something like that made him feel even prouder of himself.

"Come on ___, I'm not stupid, I know you're lying" He rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

"What do you want, Chishiya?"

You know if somebody else finds out about this you're dead. Hatter doesn't make any exceptions. Ever.

"I want a little pawn to spy on Hatter for me. I plan on getting out of here and since Hatter loves to hide things really well, I need a backup plan in case I don't find all the cards."

You finally look away from the dark sky and shift your eyes on him. His expression was stern but that arrogant smirk still plastered on his face. He knew what he was doing.

"and if I don't...?" Your voice was quivering slightly, your hands turning cold at the stress put on your shoulders and at the fear of getting caught by Hatter or someone else.

"I'll tell Hatter what you did. I'm not here to play games with you ___, I played enough games in the past few months"

His expression never changed, it was like he was empty inside. No emotion...just emptiness.

"Fine."

Chishiya sure knew how to ruin someone's peaceful night.

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credit: @somatheking

emotional support: @cheshire-shuntaro

[chishiyasleftnut]

Hi everyone ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／This is another fic I wrote in the middle of the night, but I couldn't get the scenario out of my head haha. It's not smutty at all, but I want to experiment a bit with different genres. I hope you'll all like it! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

2+1

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Fluff w/ mild angst. Warnings: Minor existential dread, mentioning of abortions. Pairing: Dad!Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: After a long day at work, dad!Chishiya contemplates about his new role as a father. Is he even cut out for the job?

1140 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Chishiya had never seen himself as the father type. Perhaps it was the subconscious fear of becoming like his own father - distant and uncaring - that kept him from wilfully pursuing that path. However, despite his best efforts to prevent it, you had managed to accidentally become pregnant and he had had to come to terms with the scary reality of fatherhood. 

It wasn’t as bad as he thought. Sure, the little creature was awfully noisy and smelly at times, but he had to admit that she was also kinda cute. Did the positives outweigh the negatives? He wasn’t sure. But he knew he didn’t completely hate being a parent as much as he originally feared.

Luckily, Chishiya was earning enough money to secure you a long maternity leave, allowing you to bond well with your baby in a way Chishiya never would. He had accepted that and somewhat found peace with the fact that he wasn’t expected to be as close to the tiny being as you were. It was easier to handle having to accept that he was the secondary caregiver and not the primary.

Another benefit of his job were the long hours, which gave him a much-needed break from dealing with home life. He had always used his work as a coping mechanism to deal with every small, negative thing life threw at him, but it was only after becoming a dad that he realised that that’s what his own father did too. It scared him to admit that he shared more than just blood with the man who had been so distant his entire childhood. However, he tried to shake the feeling and convinced himself that he was taking extra shifts to afford your maternity leave. Mh, yes. That was 100% why.

Despite desperately seeking a sanction from the reality of his newfound status as a dad, a part of him was always looking forward to coming home. And so he did this night, stepping into your shared apartment, which was only lit up by the moon shining luminously through the big and modern windows. The apartment, which long ago had been only sparsely decorated (just as he liked it), was now covered in proof of your child’s existence; no matter where he looked, he saw baby toys, neatly folded onesies, and an array of pacifiers in every colour possible.

Trying his best to ignore the way his once tidy apartment had changed, he walked with tired steps through the apartment until he got to the master bedroom. Slowly, he opened the door, mindful of the way it creaked so as not to disturb you or the little human sleeping safely in her comfortable crib next to your bed.

For a while, he stood still in the doorway, examining the way you and your baby’s breathing were synchronised, as if you had become one with one another. Although he would never admit it, he envied you - envied the way you so easily let this helpless child into your heart and how you so naturally took care of her every need in a way that Chishiya couldn’t make sense of.

It was those quiet moments that assured him that you made the right choice in keeping the child. Of course you had discussed the possibility of getting an abortion, but now that your daughter was in front of you - living, breathing, feeling - neither of you would want it any other way. How silly of you two to even consider any other option, he thought with a small smile creeping up on his lips.

With gentle steps, he walked into the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him before approaching the bed. Despite how silent he was attempting to be, you regrettably woke up. He hated when he woke you up after a night shift - now more than ever. As a doctor, he was well aware of how desperately a new mother needed rest, and he hated taking that away from you for even a moment.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered while climbing into bed next to you, still dressed in his hospital scrubs. “It’s just me.”

By instinct, you turned around to examine the small child, unable to fall back to sleep yourself until you had assured her that she was safely asleep. Luckily, she was, her chest rising and falling at just the right speed. He admired your natural dedication to ensuring your offspring’s safety and comfort. It always looked like second nature to you; like you were never, not even when asleep, not aware of how your daughter was doing.

Chishiya moved to embrace you, hugging you from behind and burrowing his face into your neck, taking in your scent. And that’s when he realised that work wasn’t his sanctuary; this was. It wouldn’t be easy for him to rearrange his mindset, but he knew he had to try. While you had never complained, he was well aware of how much being the prime caretaker of a newborn was taking a toll on you. You never got a full night’s rest anymore, surviving on napping throughout the day whenever the baby miraculously fell asleep.

That would have to change, and he knew it. No, he not only knew it; he wanted it to change. He wanted to be a better father and partner than his own dad was, and that started with reducing his work hours.

“I’m taking next week off,” he mumbled into the small hairs on your neck, unsure if you were even awake and listening to him. If he was honest, he wasn’t even sure if the comment was directed at you or if he just needed to say it aloud to believe it himself.

To his surprise, you hummed and scooted even closer to him, gently affirming to him that you were listening. Perhaps tomorrow, when he inevitably has to repeat the very same sentence, he will get a more enthusiastic response.

He could only hope that you were just as excited about the new change as he was. Still, he hoped you were without the deep fear that was echoing through his entire being - the fear of failure, of not being good enough for the sweet, innocent baby that was laying just half a metre away from the two of you.

In the last seconds before he slipped into unconsciousness, Chishiya, for the first time, found peace in his new role as a father, coming to terms with the fear of not being enough for the almost doll-like little girl that lay peacefully so close to him.

After all, very few great things were accomplished without fear and worry, and there was no doubt in his mind that this truly was a great thing. He could and would change. The two of you had turned into three, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[klaustozier]

welcome back ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya is back from his student exchange program after six months and you welcome him home.

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, established relationship, smoking weed, big cock!chishiya, fingering, praise kink, breeding kink, dirty talk.

word count: 1,7k

this was a request, so i hope you like it.

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Hi, Chishiya, welcome back", you said, smiling as you saw your boyfriend enter the house with his bag in hand.

Chishiya took a deep breath, dropped his bag on the floor and went to hug you, his hands squeezing your waist, his face buried in your neck, "I missed you so much."

Your fingers slid through his blonde hair and smiled, "So did I…"

"What are you wearing?"he asked, finally looking at your clothes, he pulled back to look at you, seeing that you were only wearing a shirt, his shirt in this case, a black shirt, "Oh..."

You smiled, "I wanted you to be well received."

The oldest nodded, licking his lips, lifting the shirt that was a little too big on you, revealing the black lace panties you were wearing, "And what a reception…", his hands held your waist and made you turn your back to him, again he lifted the shirt and sighed when he saw your panties fitting perfectly against your ass, "What a reception", he repeated, slapping you on the ass, making you let out a little moan.

"Don't you want to eat first?",you asked, turning to him.

"Yes, I want to eat", he replied, being malicious.

Both of Chishiya's beautiful hands went to your ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling you close, kissing you, a relaxed sigh abandoned him when he finally felt your tongue on his after so long without seeing you.

The kiss was desperate, with so much longing that one felt for the other, it was reckless, your hands glided over his body, longing to have him home every day. You pulled him into the bedroom and told him to sit on the bed, getting on top of him.

You leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed a freshly rolled joint and a lighter, putting the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it, leaving the lighter on the flat top on the headboard.

The man's hands went up your thighs, slipping through your shirt, going up to your breasts, and smiled when he noticed that they were naked. You smoked the joint and tugged at his chin, making him look at you. Your lips covered his parted lips and blew the smoke into Shutaro's mouth, licking his lower lip, before kissing him.

One of the blonde's hands went down to your ass, squeezing and forcing your hips down, making you grind against his erection and his other hand squeezing your breast, pinching the nipple as he kissed you.

You whimpered, rubbing your hips against his erection, your free hand going down through his blonde hair, taking another drag on the blunt only to kiss him again, blowing the smoke into his mouth.

"You're so hot", he growled, causing you to smile and lick his bottom lip.

"You're too."

You held the joint between your lips, pulling his shirt off, sighing when you saw his abs again after so long. After giving him another peck, you left the joint between his lips, lighting it up once more as you busied yourself opening his pants.

Chishiya sighed, helping you take off his clothes while he smoked. He whined softly, feeling your tongue slide across his cock. You were missing that wonderful cock, making your eyes roll as you dipped it in your mouth, moving up and down the length, your hand holding the part you couldn't get into your mouth, he was just so big.

The man smoked, blowing smoke upwards, his free hand stroking your hair as you enjoyed yourself, drooling all over your cock. The gagging sounds only made him more turned on, jerking off thinking about it was nothing compared to reality.

"I missed that mouth, baby girl", he whispered, taking another drag on the joint.

"Want to fuck my mouth, sir?"

He chuckled, "How do I say no to a request as sweet as that?"

The hand that caressed your hair tightened the strands and began to move your mouth up and down his cock, going at a speed he thought was good enough for him. You rested your hands on his thighs as you swallowed on the older man's cock, saliva wetting your mouth and his skin, your eyes watering.

"Fucking shit", he moaned, "I fucking missed this whore mouth…", his eyes dark, looking at you with so much passion, "You're made to suck my cock… look at you…", he took another drag, "So fucking good for me."

Chishiya smoked calmly, moaning softly while using your mouth as a toy. At certain points, he would slow down his hand movements to give you time to breathe, moving gently up and down, stopping at the tip of his cock and feeling you lick the delicate area.

"Fuck", he cursed pulling your head away from him to look at you, your eyes watering, spit connecting your mouth to his cock, "So fucking hot", he whispered, smoking the joint and pulling you to blow the smoke in your mouth, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip before biting it, kissing you, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too", you whispered, giving him a peck.

"Here", he said handing you the joint, "Get comfortable, my baby girl."

You laid down on the bed, your head resting on the pillows, Shutaro climbed onto your body, his hands lifted your blouse, sighing exaggeratedly, making you laugh when he saw your breasts. His big hands squeezed your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you whine.

"Fuck", he cussed, hearing you moan softly as you smoked, "how did I survive this whole time without you?"

"Chishiya", you purred as the pretty lips wrapped around your nipple.

His hand was busy squeezing one delicate nipple while his mouth was busy with the other. The elder's soft tongue glided over your skin, leaving a delicate trail of saliva, calmly sucking as he focused his eyes on yours, watching you smoke.

The blonde laid down between your legs, separating them gently, he took off your panties and sighed when he saw how wet you were already.

"How dare anyone make me stay away from you?", he asked.

Finally, he slipped his tongue into your pussy, taking a relaxed breath and tasting you after so long. Your free hand slipped through his blonde hair, pulling down his head to suck you. Their eyes stared at each other, you smoked occasionally, whimpering softly, rolling your hips against his tongue.

Chishiya sucked and licked your clit, being gentle, the measured rhythm made you roll your eyes. His hands rose to your breasts, pinching the nipples as he enjoyed himself, his mouth completely drooling.

"Chishiya", you purred, your hips swaying with a little more desperation.

He just licked, his eyes downcast, dark, looking so savage as he devoured you. Your body squirmed, shuddering gently as you finally came on his lips, smoke slipping through your lips as you rocked your hips into his mouth.

The older man's hands held you in place as you tried to pull away because he was still sucking you after having an orgasm, your sensitive body wanting to escape that feeling that consumed you.

"Such a tasty pussy", he purred, lifting himself up, his body leaning over yours as his hand slid into the wet pussy lips, sinking two fingers in, "So, so tight", he whispered, kissing you.

You spread your legs further, giving him all the room he needed so he could fuck you with his fingers. Their tongues tangled with desperation as you moaned against the older's lips, who fucked you without any mercy, going hard.

"Please, Chishiya", you purred sliding your hand over his face, "Fuck me, please…"

"Wanna get all full, baby girl?"

"Please", you repeated, "It's been so long..."

He smirked, stopping his fingers, curling them inside you, making back and forth movements with the tips, "There were nights when all I could think about was that little pussy…", he whispered, giving you a peck, "and how I was going to stretch you out when I saw you again."

"For fuck's sake", you moaned, squeezing his shoulders, "don't make me beg."

"Oh… but I enjoy hearing you beg…", he teased, his fingers still moving.

"Chishiya, please", you whimpered, "I just want you inside me, please."

"So cute", he whispered.

Chishiya took his fingers out of you and licked them, purring happily. Finally, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at your entrance, making you whimper in despair, getting a smile from him.

His hips made a smooth movement entering you, going slowly, feeling the inside of you crush him. When he was all the way inside you, he stopped, laughing when you whimpered in desperation moving your hips wanting him to do something.

Chishiya moaned low as he started to move his hips, taking the joint from you, smoking it, only to kiss you and let the smoke slide into your mouth while only increasing the speed of his hips.

The two of you hugged each other, his body pressing into yours, your legs wrapping around his hips, making him go even deeper. Shutaro knew how hard you liked to be fucked, his hips made quick and precise movements, going deeper and deeper, his balls bumping against your pussy.

"Please", you whispered, "cum inside me… please… Chishiya… please"

"Of course, my princess, anything to make you happy", he whispered, kissing you.

His movements were losing rhythm, going back and forth in an erratic way as he felt your insides tighten, your body arched against his, moaning in despair, feeling his cum finally fill you after so long, cumming soon after.

They were both panting heavily, feeling their bodies burn with the orgasm. He smiled and kissed you, this time the kiss was more calm, lingering, their tongues rubbing gently. All the urgent feelings were now calming down.

"Do you want to eat now? Actual food, I mean", you asked, giving soft kisses on his face, hugging him.

He smiled, "Oh, please… I'm starving… for some reason…", he joked, making you laugh.

"Stay here and I'll bring you the food."

Chishiya smiled, hugging you before letting you get up, "I love you, princess."

"And I love you, Chishiya", and once more they kissed before you could leave and get them their food.

...

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[niragisimp]

The Pain Before (Niragi x Reader) Part 12

Part 11, Series Masterlist, Part 13

(** Smut w/ “plot”)

Kuina tapped harder on the door, its inside echoing with the rhythm of her knuckles. She huffed in the empty hallway, biting the candy stick she had in her mouth. She stood listening to the silence before rolling her eyes, letting herself in, and closing the door behind her. 'If he gets upset, he would just be upset,' she thought. "I've been standing outside your door for close to five minutes--" She stopped before the bed as she looked on questioningly, staring at his back.

"Uh... Everything go alright last night?"

She began to fidget with the candy stick more as her question was met with more silence. She gave Chishiya another moment before pressing further, "Did everything... Not go alright last night?" She observed him as his head seemed to drop, his back hunched over. Kuina had seen many defeated people in the Borderlands, but never Chishiya. He would be the last person she would ever expect to be in this position at any given time. If something goes wrong, he always has another card up his sleeve.

"Hey, Chishiya..." She slowly walked alongside the bed and around, carefully sitting next to him. "Where's (Y/N)?" He shifted at the question, his eyes planted on the ground in front of him. "... I don't know." He stated bluntly. Kuina held back the urge to shake him senselessly as she tried to pull more out of him, "... What? What the hell happened Chishiya? Did you find out what you needed to?"

He stayed silent for a moment before slowly licking his lips, carefully contemplating his next words. He sighed and lifted his head, his eyes briefly looking over at Kuina, "Yeah. I did. Maybe more than what I wanted to." She gave him a curious look before looking down at her hands resting on her knees. "I don't feel great about my part in that... Getting a girl drunk and having someone drug her just... Gives me the ick."

Chishiya turned his head to look at her as she wiggled, his brow raised slightly. "You say that as if I'd take advantage of her."

Kuina sighed and stood, taking the candy stick out of her mouth for a moment to speak. "There's more than one way to take advantage of someone, you know. I'll be by the pool until game time." She didn't wait for a response before leaving his room, closing his door behind her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, forcing the thoughts of you out of her mind. Her loyalty was with Chishiya, but she knew as well as he did, that she also wished to be loyal to you as well.

You opened your eyes to the sun already towering in the sky, your head throbbing at the sight. You grimaced at the light and turned your head down, opening your eyes to see Niragi laying peacefully under you. The heat rose to your cheeks quickly as you took in your positions. Both hands rested carefully on his bare chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other of his supporting his head under the pillow. The pain seemed to disappear without another thought as you unknowingly took in his sleeping face.

Niragi looked so peaceful, so at rest under you. You could feel your body slowly rise and fall with his chest, the sun highlighting his features so effortlessly. "Enjoying the view?" Your eyes snapped to his as he murmured, barely opening an eye to look up at you. Your words escaped as you studdered over them, your thoughts not forming correctly. It felt like you'd been caught as you felt your face flush.

You went to push yourself off him as he laughed, wrapping his hand tighter around your waist and holding you to him. "I... I should get back to my room, Niragi," He sighed heavily and closed his eyes again, "... No." You tried to hide your fluster even though he wasn't looking at you, "I still need breakfast, and to shower--" He silenced your protests rather quickly, meeting your lips with his own, his tongue forcing itself through. Your heart quickened as his hand wandered under your shirt, going up and down your back while drawing light circles on your skin.

Niragi reached up to cup the back of your neck with his other hand, pulling you down into him. You closed your eyes as his tongue swirled around yours, the cold metal gently gliding across the roof of your mouth briefly. Your mouth opened in a gasp as Niragi rose his knee in between your thighs, his hand that made gentle circles now moving downward to firmly grab your waist. His lips turned upward into a smile as he took in the soft moan that escaped you, pushing himself into you.

You let out a yelp in surprise as Niragi hurriedly flipped your body underneath him, his hand running along the outside of your thigh. Your body squirmed under his gaze, and you could see his prideful smile as he watched your reaction. He lowered himself down to your ear, carefully whispering to you, "You'll shower here... With me." He could see the embarrassment creep up, washing over you. Niragi smiled and let out a soft chuckle as he swept strands of your hair away from your neck, gently sucking the skin under your ear and slowly leaving trails down your neck.

He felt you squirm under him, your arms splaying down his back, ushering him closer. Niragi roughly dug his fingers into your skin, knowing for certain you would have bruises later from it. He couldn't help but let his pride show as his wet tongue ran along the side of your neck, lifting his face to press his forehead against yours. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist, lowering himself to grind against you.

Niragi watched as your eyes fluttered against the sensation, your chest rising and falling heavily with your breath. He examined your face carefully, taking in every small involuntary motion you made. His lips came down to linger above yours, exchanging his breath with your own. You caught his eyes in yours as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, Niragi stopping suddenly. You looked at each other carefully, his eyes darting between yours, his tongue slowly wetting his lips.

He cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek in his hand. You leaned into the warmth, his fingers carefully massaging the back of your head as your hand overlapped his. Niragi dipped his head into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he gently tugged on the lobe, stopping only to sink his teeth into your neck as his hips gently bucked, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Niragi could feel the irritation as his pants tightened, shoving his hand down to unzip his pants, kicking them off hurriedly as he repositioned himself between you. He stole a quick glance, checking for any sign of discomfort. He leaned in close for a moment, his voice low as he whispered, "... Do you want this?" You could feel your cheeks flush as you slowly nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

He stared at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment. "Say it."

"I... I want this, Niragi." You watched as he grinned, quickly pushing his lips into yours hungrily, breaking to travel down your neck, dipping his tongue into your collarbone as your soft breath turned into music to his ears. Niragi couldn't help but smirk as your back arched slightly, reacting to his touch. His hands began wandering down your side as you grasped his bare shoulders, feeling your eyes roll back as Niragi's hips thrust into you. His hand grabbed and dug into your thigh as it explored upward, his fingers pulling at the bikini strap that covered you.

You gasped at another sudden thrust, your eyes meeting Niragi's as he grinned at your reaction. The metal tongue piercing gleamed off the sunlight illuminating the room as he ran his tongue over his teeth. You felt a shiver run down you as he lowered his head into your neck, sucking the skin forcefully, his body weighing on top of you as his hips bucked in rhythm. Your leg pulled him in closer, making him shoot you a surprised look.

Niragi watched you carefully as he untied your bikini, making quick work of your top as well. He leaned back for a moment and stared at you, moving his shirt that still covered you to the side as his hands wandered, gripping your thigh around him tightly. He leaned in, running a hand through his hair quickly to push it back as his lips crashed into you, his tongue swirling around yours. You pushed yourself up against him as your hand wandered down to his briefs, sinking your hand into them.

You heard him groan into your mouth as you stroked his erection, his tongue becoming more forceful. Niragi hurriedly pushed his briefs down and broke away from you, frantically throwing them to the side. He could feel his heart speed up at your touch, grabbing your wrist and pinning it above your head. His free hand reached down to your core, his fingers gently gliding across your entrance. Your body jolted suddenly as two fingers entered you quickly with ease, a moan escaping your throat.

Niragi caught your gaze with his, a grin on his face as he teased you, "Fuck... You're so wet..." He chuckled lowly, planting light kisses across your jawline. Your non-restrained hand grabbed onto his onyx hair, giving it a light tug as his fingers began pumping into you slowly. Niragi savored the sounds emanating from you, taking in every soft whimper you released as his fingers curled into you rhythmically.

"Ni-Niragi..." He looked up as you murmured his name, relishing the way his name spilled from your lips. His rhythm slowly increased as he watched your face carefully, observing every time your breath hitched. He placed his thumb gently on your clit, rubbing small circles as he felt your pulse on his fingertips. Feeling you tense he released your wrist, cupping your cheek in his hand as he pulled his fingers from you, positioning his member at your entrance, taking in the warmth coming from your core. He leaned into you slowly, gently guiding his tip further in carefully as his lips eagerly brushed against yours, releasing a moan into your mouth as he felt himself disappear into you.

The sound you made at that moment drove him near crazy. He clenched the sheets as he sunk himself into you completely, his mind going blank as he inhaled sharply at the feel of you surrounding him. You could feel yourself adjusting around him as he began pacing himself, grabbing his shoulder to steady your body as his pace quickened. He brought his head down to your shoulder to sink his teeth into your skin, making sure to leave an obvious mark for all to see.

Niragi groaned in your ear as he heard your soft moans, trying to stop himself from getting too rough. "Ni-Niragi," you studdered over your own words as you tried to speak, "Th-that feels so... So good," your voice shook as his hips snapped into you, unable to contain his want any longer. Your fingers dug into his shoulder roughly, trying to hold yourself still. His hand grabbed onto your thigh, pressing it against him as his hips bucked.

"Oh, fuck..." He muttered into your ear, his voice low. "You're so fucking perfect (Y/N)," his breath on your ear sent a shiver down your entire body, your insides clenching around him as he thrust himself into you. Niragi pulled back for just a moment, his hips continuing their rhythm as his eyes took in the sight before him.

"I could've had this before," his mind taunted him. His hand wandered down to play with you once more, making light circles on your clit, watching as your back arched in response. Niragi watched as you moaned quietly, your eyes starting to glaze over. He gripped your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, planting light kisses up and down your leg as he pumped into you.

Leaning down, he could feel himself starting to lose his rhythm as he met with your lips, his moans melting with your own. You grabbed onto his hair, gently tugging as you felt your abdomen pool with heat. Your name echoed from his lips as he snapped into you roughly, soft grunts releasing into your mouth.

Niragi grabbed hold of the hand in his hair, pinning it above your head as his other tightened on your thigh, his hips sloppily thrusting into you roughly. His eyes wandered in search of yours as you stared into the ceiling above you, the walls growing darker as you could feel yourself falling into your release. He felt your body clench under him as his pace increased, slamming his lips into yours, breaking only to mutter curses mixed with moans into your mouth.

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder as you felt yourself come undone beneath him, the fire building finally being released through your body. Niragi watched as your face relaxed, admiring the way your mouth moved when you cried out his name, knowing he was the one that made you like this. His hips slammed into you as he felt himself about to reach his own peak, your soft breaths quickly pushing him over the edge.

His head rolled as he grunted in your ear, "Oh fuck, (Y/N)..." Your legs shook at the continued movement, your vision slowly returning to you. Your eyes wandered up to Niragi above you, his bare chest now slick with a thin layer of sweat. His hips jerked into you roughly as he cursed, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groaned, feeling himself burst into you, leaving his final mark.

Your breaths mingled together in the silence, filling the room. Niragi released your wrist, his head leaning to rest on your chest. Your hand stroked his hair, gently weaving in between the strands as his back rose and fell with his breath. He looked up at you slowly, grasping your chin and tilting it down to look at him.

"(Y/N)..."

"Y-yeah, Niragi?"

He stared silently for a moment, licking his lips carefully. His voice was soft and gentle, the opposite of his words. "You're mine. And only mine. Nobody is ever gonna lay a hand on you again... I'll make sure of it."

You swallowed a lump in your throat, unable to look away from his gaze. The words felt more like a threat than a promise, you thought. Seemingly noticing your unease, he lifted himself up off you and cupped your cheek, kissing you roughly. As he pulled back, his thumb ran over your swollen lips, his eyes tracing their outline. Releasing a slight groan as he pulled out of you, Niragi grabbed his briefs, pulled them on, and made his way for the bathroom.

You sat up on the bed, your eyes searching for your top that was discarded earlier. Clothing yourself, you buttoned up Niragi's shirt that still adorned your shoulders. You jumped as you felt a pair of hands wrap around you, quickly realizing who it was when he chuckled.

"Did I scare you?"

Even though you couldn't see Niragi, you could hear his grin. "I didn't hear you..." You felt instant relief as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt. His scent overtook your senses as you leaned your head back into his neck, his hands creeping under your shirt to rest on your bare skin.

You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against your neck, planting gentle kisses on every spot he marked, almost acting as a physical apology. "I hope it didn't hurt too much," he chuckled. You hummed at his words, trying not to become embarrassed. "I-it was... Good... I liked it," you pursed your lips together, hoping he couldn't see your cheeks flush. You could hear his breath in your ear as he whispered, "Gotta let everyone know who you belong to."

Chishiya tried not to pace in the lobby, his hands firmly in his pockets. He was certain his physical demeanor was on point; cold and distant, unapproachable by most. But mentally, his mind was driving him crazy. He wasn't used to this feeling, whatever it was. He had studied medicine for years and could handle nearly any physical diagnosis. But mental? It was still quite a mystery to him, much to his displeasure. Kuina stood near him, not making eye contact. He could tell she was still upset, another thing that irked him at this particular moment.

Chishiya withheld himself from looking over when he felt eyes piercing into his back, knowing full well who those eyes belonged to. "Niragi," he thought. His mind was overcome with memories of the night prior, his mind finally putting two and two together as he placed this overwhelming feeling, guilt, is what most would call it.

His breath hitched as he heard your voice from behind him, his eyes just barely wandering over to Kuina nearly lunging toward you. He hid his concern as he took notice of the marks and bruises covering your neck and legs. Kuina blocked his sight of you, or perhaps she was blocking your sight of him. He didn't care for it either way.

"Are you alright? What happened? Did..." Kuina's voice grew quiet, though not quite enough for Chishiya not to hear. "Did Niragi do this to you?" He felt his heart skip a beat as he turned his full attention to them, his breath held in his throat, unable to come out. As you opened your mouth to speak, the crowd erupted as Hatter took his place on the balcony. All eyes were on their leader, all eyes except for one.

"The games are upon us again!" Hatter started his speech as normal. Chishiya's eyes wandered over your body worriedly, his final thought from yesterday playing over and over again in his mind, this time accompanied by an afterthought.

"Shit, shit, shit...  This is all my fault."

Chishiya looked to the balcony, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes stopped on Niragi, smugly looking down at him from above. He felt his fingernails dig into his palms as the two held gazes. Niragi's eyes said one thing, "I won."

[spacewitchqueen]

Do Me (A Favor)

I am still working on Chapter 3 of (Love Is) A Dangerous Game so today I offer you smut instead <3

Pairing: Chishiya x gn reader

Rating: M

Summary: You and Chishiya are coworkers/friends, one day after a bad breakup, you ask him for a very special kind of favor.

Other notes: I kept the reader gender neutral so this could be read as either a male or female reader. I hope it sounds good. 

It was a strange moment of calm at the hospital between rounds. You were standing outside by the entrance to the ER, not so much waiting for the next ambulance to arrive but to get away from everyone and think. Your personal life had always been complicated and messy, your present situation—your third breakup in less than a year—was just another proof.

The night was chilly, but it didn’t bother you; you could have stayed there all night but your shift was far from over, you were lucky you had been able to sneak out as it was. You were about to go back inside when you felt his presence.

‘Hey,’ you said even before you could hear or see him.

‘Night,’ Chishiya acknowledged your greeting. ’Are you hiding from the nurses so they won’t make you fill out patient charts?’

You shook your head. ‘No. I… It’s over. They finally left.’

‘You don’t seem too crushed about it.’ Chishiya observed. 

‘Should I be?’ you sighed. ‘I don’t know. I am… disappointed. In myself, mostly.’

‘But not sad.’

‘No. I guess I saw it coming for a while. Still, you could say “sorry to hear that” or the usual things people say in these situations.’ You snorted. Chishiya didn’t care about personal drama.

Almost as if he were reading your thoughts, Chishiya raised an eyebrow and studied you in silence. ‘Sorry to hear that,’ he finally muttered.

You threw your head back and laughed. ‘Thanks. Yeah, it’s… whatever.’ 

Both of you stood there in companionable silence. Chishiya was gazing at some indistinct point in the horizon and you turned to look at him. You could say you liked him. He was a good doctor, a very intelligent man; and if you two weren’t exactly friends, at least he’d never been outright rude towards you. But there was something else. You couldn’t deny that you had always been curious about him in a very specific way: what would it be like to have sex with him. Would he be cold and distant, detached and clinical? Or would he unleash some other facet of himself? 

‘I just wish…’ you whispered, lost in wayward thoughts.

‘What?’ Chishiya asked.

Did you dare speak your mind? On one hand, you knew almost every doctor at the hospital screwed each other as if it were a competition. On the other hand, you didn’t know if you really wanted to cross that line with Chishiya, what if you spoke out of place and ruined things between you? On yet another hand (who was counting?), he wasn’t a particularly close friend, just a coworker who shared your sense of humor—occasional witty remarks and banter—what was there to ruin?

Chishiya was still looking at you, waiting for you to continue and you decided to throw caution to the wind. ‘I know I’m not your type, but I… Would you do me a favor? Fuck them out of my system.’

He stared at you with that analytical, piercing gaze of his that could be both understanding and intimidating, and you were sure you’d ruined things; there was no coming back from a request like that. 

‘Do you mean it?’

Did you? The loud siren announcing the imminent arrival of an ambulance interrupted your conversation. It was probably a good thing too, since you had suddenly lost the ability to speak. The frantic activity around the incoming patient saved you from having to think about a way to dig yourself out of answering that. All of five minutes later you were scrubbing in for an emergency surgery. 

You were professional enough to put that awkward conversation out of your mind while you worked in the OR, but you had to admit you were glad Chishiya wasn’t there. If you were lucky you wouldn’t run into him in a couple of days and by then he would have forgotten about what you’d said. Probably. 

After the surgery, you were considering taking a nap on the old couch in the on-call room, you didn’t want to go home just yet. But you didn’t get to the couch because the room wasn’t empty, Chishiya was there. As soon as you closed the door, he repeated the question he’d asked earlier. ‘Do you mean it?’

‘Do I mean what?’

‘That you want me to fuck them out of your system.’

You could feel your face turning red. Had you really said those words? Had he? You felt as if you’d been struck by lightning. You had to say something, either dismiss what you had said as a crass joke or commit to it. It didn’t take you long to decide.  ‘Only if you want to.’

He gave a short nod, walked towards you and locked the door, pinning you against it. Chishiya put his hands on your hips and kissed you just on the right side of roughly. You tugged at his hair and got a moan out of him, then he took your hands in his and took a step back.

‘You said this was a favor, right? Is this something you would ask from anyone?’ Chishiya asked, and you shook your head. ‘And how would you go about asking for a very big favor, something you were almost desperate for?’

You caught his meaning in an instant and dropped to your knees.

‘That’s right.’ He guided your hands and pulled down his pants.

You took his cock in one hand and pumped your fist a few times before taking him into your mouth, making eye contact as you did. He was so thick you almost choked around him. 

‘You look gorgeous,’ he said. ‘And you’re doing great.’ You preened, who knew you had a praise kink? You felt him shudder and you took him deeper in, but he pushed you back gently.

‘Come here.’ He helped you stand up and kissed you again, tasting himself on your lips. ‘Turn around.’ You faced the wall and then felt his chest against your back. There was a slight crinkling noise and you shivered. Chishiya shook the condom wrapper beside your right ear and leaned to whisper into your left. ‘You can still say no, you know.’

‘I want this.’

‘Good.’ He tore the packet open. You wish you could turn around to see him rolling the condom on but he was still holding you against the wall. 

Chishiya pulled your pants down and took his time making sure you were ready, fingering you until you were begging him to enter you. And then he did, burying himself inside you, making you see stars. He grabbed your hips, his nails digging into your skin, and began thrusting with a relentless rhythm. ‘Don’t think about anything or anyone else,’ he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t do that even if you tried. Chishiya was everything, everywhere, in you and around you.

Your mind went blank. You came with a shudder, your knees buckling. Chishiya followed you a minute later, he came with a deep groan. You stayed pressed together until you recovered enough to speak.   

‘That was mind blowing,’ you said in a raspy voice.

‘I thought it would be.’

‘You’d thought about this?’

‘Once or twice.’

‘Well, it was great. My mind is clear now.’

‘I did my best.’

You laughed at that. ‘You truly did.’ 

‘Do I get a “thank you?”’

‘You can get anything you want. Later.’

‘Later.’ He nodded. He helped you pull your pants up and walked you to the couch. ‘Get some rest and call me tomorrow.’

[daidonzo]

I keep scratching, but somehow I can't get in

part 1 │part 2 │part 3 │part 4

'Break his legs so that he dies in the next game.'

'What the fuck?'

The words came out of your mouth, clear as water. A visceral reaction to hearing Aguni telling that to Niragi. He wished you hadn't said anything, because everyone in the group of militants behind him turned around to look at you. Not him, although he did move his head slightly so that he could observe you from the corner of his eye. His body, however, kept facing the two people he was harassing — a young man, thin and tall, with shoulder-length dark hair, and an athletic girl with a pretty face. He had played a game with both of them long ago, Five of Spades. Kuina, your friend, was also sitting beside them.

Aguni had told you. And he had to hope that you knew why he was doing this; it was not the first time something like this happened, and sooner or later Takeru would come to save the day and put Aguni in his place. It was a way for him to… what exact words had he used? Establish dominance.

You had gone to play a game that night. And that's why he had decided to do this today, to scare the newcomers, to put on this show. He hadn't expected you to return so soon. He was glad, of course. Glad you were alive, glad he would be able to stare at your big eyes and wake up by your side one more day. He could do it forever. He would, if it depended only on him.

But he didn't want you to see this. To see him like this.

'You're not breaking that guy's legs.'

Fake it until you make it, people said. And even if you weren't afraid of the man you shared a bed with every single night, you did find Niragi and Last Boss intimidating. You had mentioned it to Aguni, many times. The latter because… well, what kind of psycopath walked around hunched over with a katana? It was pretty self-explanatory.

'Thinking you are Pyramid Head from Silent Hill and actually living to it is enough to creep anyone out.' You had said one night you were both standing in The Beach's lobby, pretending to shiver just by thinking about it, using it as an excuse to seek refuge on his arms. Aguni wasn't sure who that person you had mentioned was, but he had wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

'He's not going to harm you.'

'Oh, I know. I have you to protect me.' You had then given him a quick kiss on the lips, not caring if anyone was watching.

Niragi you just found unpredictable, and Aguni had to agree that it was the most horrifying thing about him; the fact that no one ever knew what was going through his head. The big rifle resting on his shoulder he had seen him shoot a bit too many times didn't quite help.

It was him, Niragi, with his tacky shirt and piercings who walked in your direction, stopping mere centimeters away from you. You were taller than most women, but you still had to raise your head to be able to look at him in the eyes. Were you pretending not to be intimidated at all or were you really that courageous?

'Ah, are you jealous the boss wants a taste of the new girl?'

Aguni had to stop himself from grimacing when he heard that. He was angry, he was ashamed. Panic slithered up his throat, choking him. He swallowed, uncomfortable, the muscles on his neck standing out.

He couldn't see your reaction very well.

He could only hope those words hadn't felt like a punch straight to the stomach to you. They had to him.

'What is it, Niragi? Are you jealous that I'm the one sucking his dick and not you?' You replied. Always with a sharp, venomous tongue, and a quick response. Never afraid to hit below the belt, as long as it served your purpose. Your nails were digging into the palms of your hands, the only thing actually actually revealing your true feelings.

Niragi narrowed his eyes. Aguni could tell he was conflicted — you were under his protection, he had made that much clear. He had got you a new bracelet with a higher number, and a bigger and more comfortable room, with a bed that not even Hatter had dared to take away from you. It was not like you spent many nights there either way; you were usually at Aguni's room, only going to yours whenever you had an argument he didn't know how to solve, or turn into angry sex. Which was becoming less and less common as he got to know you better.

But even if you were Aguni's protégé, you had just insulted Niragi. In front of everyone. And that wasn't something he would let slide easily.

His free hand closed around your arm, pulling at you, bringing you so close to him your faces were nearly touching. Aguni clenched and unclenched his fists. His muscles were tense. He saw you looking in his direction. Were you asking him to intervene?

'You're lucky you're so good at it, or you would be dead now. You bitch.' Niragi's threat could be heard easily, even if he hadn't raised his voice over the volume of an angry whisper. That's how silent the rest of the world was.

You let out a bitter laugh, throwing your head back. It looked like you would spit in his face. Like you would slap his hand away. Aguni took a step towards you both when he heard Takeru's voice. Just as he knew he would, eventually.

'Is this a fight?'

'Back off, Hatter. This doesn't concern you.'

Niragi let go. You rubbed your upper arm, pink lines appearing where his hand had been holding you. You scowled at your aggressor, taking a couple of steps back, clumsy. Tatta, one of your friends, appeared and held you by your elbow to help you stabilize.

Aguni looked at you. He wanted to ask you something, anything. If you were okay, if you were hurt. He could tell from your face, your eyes, your tight lips, you were not happy. But what you were feeling exactly escaped him.

Takeru demanded his attention, refering to him by name.

'And who is the boss here, Aguni?'

The military man had missed the conversation that had just taken place between Niragi and Takeru. But anyone could have guessed what it was about.

He didn't have to pretend to be mad, because that's exactly how he was feeling. Furious, irritated. Crossed, that his friend kept doing this. That he had forced him to play this evil, mean character in front of you, even after Aguni had told him how much you meant to him. That he loved you, or was starting to. That you were much more to him than an occasional partner.

He just stared at Takeru.

'It's you. Isn't it?'

'Go take a shower.'

Aguni just left, after stealing a sideway glance at you. Hoping you would follow, begging you to. It seemed you knew him well by then, because that was exactly what you did.

You walked right behind him to his bedroom, closing the door once both of you were inside.

'What were you thinking!? What if Niragi had actually broken up that guy's legs!?'

'Are you okay? Did he hurt you?'

You looked surprised by his question. You lifted your arm, so that Aguni could see the marks Niragi's grip had left on it. He got closer to you, tentatively, almost scared, not wanting you to run off, as one would approach a street cat.

You didn't move.

'No, Aguni, I'm fine.' You finally whispered, your voice breaking when you pronounced his name.

Aguni had seen you fuming, full of wrath, even. Had seen you crying, yelling, screaming and shouting. But he had never seen you looking so sad, so miserable. He took you into his arms. It took a few seconds, but you hugged him back.

'I'm sorry.'

You didn't reply. You just buried your face in his chest. You didn't cry either. It made him feel worse, this lack of an emotional response. This apathy.

You let go after what seemed like an eternity, flashing him one of those crooked smiles of yours. One without much joy in it.

'You didn't mean any of that, right?'

'I didn't. Takeru…'

'I know, I know. Can I ask you something?'

'Anything.'

'Isn't he going too far? Chishiya showed me that container… where you guys drop the corpses. He told me Hatter had killed some of those men himself.'

Aguni couldn't lie to you, so he told you everything. He told you about Takeru becoming more and more deranged each passing day. About how he had found him doing exactly that, killing some of the residents of The Beach with his bare fists because they had hidden their cards from him.

He confessed how desperate he really was. How scared. He was losing his best friend, the only person who had been there for him through thick and thin. His ride or die. The person who meant the most to him in this world.

You listened. You nodded. You held him. You wiped the tear that run down his cheek. You whispered reassuring words. You kissed him.

You didn't say anything until you were sure he had finished.

'I'm here. You're not alone. I don't know how to fix this but… we are in this together, okay? We will find a way.'

'I love you.'

He couldn't help himself. The fact that you had used 'we' instead of 'you'… You hadn't said 'You will find a way'. You were a team. You would stick with him, just as he had told you that day at the pool.

You smiled your half grin before replying. This time, your eyes accompanied the gesture.

'I love you too.'

───⋆☆─────────────

'Let's leave The Beach.'

'Hm?'

You were nearly asleep, in Aguni's arms, your mane of hair all over his chest, his fingers tangled in it. You opened your eyes, rubbing at them with one of your hands. You yawned.

'Let's leave. You and I. Let's go away.'

'Aguni…' He adored the way you said his name. 'Do you really think that is a good idea? Can you at least sleep on it?'

'Will you come with me if I decide to leave?'

'Promise me you won't decide it now?'

'I promise.' He was convinced his opinion on the matter would be the same in the morning.

'Then yes. I'd go with you to the edge of the world.'

It was really that simple.

[jadeinretrogrde]

[lunaasolstice]

Desperate

Pairing: Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW! Smut (18+), Angst

A/N: Inspired by the song Desesperados by Rauw Alejandro. The song has been stuck in my head so I decided to write this very quick lol. Debating if i should write a part 2? let's see!

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Chishiya doesn’t do love or romances. He doesn’t commit and he doesn’t care whether or not he breaks your heart. Knowing his rules, then why do you still get so desperate and eager to see him every time only for him to fuck your brains out and leave you by the dust?

He was the only man that has ever made you feel this way. Chishiya knows that. He knows that you can’t get enough of him. He knows there is no other man here in the Borderlands that can replace him. He has you wrapped around his finger and you were just his perfect little doll he loves to play with until he gets bored. But you didn’t mind it not one bit. 

You loved the sensation of his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while his fingers went in and out of your pussy. He was pure ecstasy and you wanted more and more. He was the high that you needed in this disturbed world of the Borderlands and you would do anything to get that pure satisfaction. You loved the way he made you feel so good, how good his dick felt going deep inside your pussy pounding you endlessly while you cried out with those pretty moans that were music to his ears. 

But it wasn’t just the sex that you enjoyed. You loved him too even if he didn’t reciprocate. It was foolish but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter in this moment. Not now. 

Though it made you cry every single time he would leave, you knew he would come next time for more. And when he does come back, you forget about you were even upset with him in the first place. 

“Don’t stop please.” you cried out.

That stupid smirk never fails to leave his face, pounding you faster, “You love the way you feel against my cock, hm?” 

Your moans only grew louder, feeling the intense orgasm about to come. “Chishiya- please don’t stop.” 

And he does just that, pounding you faster and harder while his fingers rubbed against your clit, reaching the highs you both so desperately craved. This time it was him moaning that drove you the edge, and you were now seeing stars. He rolls over to lay next to you after he finished. You move your body to the side, admiring his side profile that you gave you butterflies in your stomach. 

For him it was just pure lust. If only he loved you the same way you loved him, but that option is non existent. 

“You drive me crazy you know that?” 

He chuckles, “I know.” 

He gets up and starts putting on his clothes while you still laid naked on the bed. Turning to look at you once more with that smirk he asks, “Tomorrow?”

You smile, “Yeah, same time.”

Leaning over he kisses your forehead. Oh how you wish he did this every single time. 

He opens the door and walks out, leaving you once again alone in the darkness. 

[akirasarchives]

[01] | 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Joining forces wirh Arisu and Usagi leads you to joining a hotel which seems to be anything other than a ‘utopia’.

🂥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟬1: Four of Clubs

An over lit highway catches your attention from only a few blocks away. The overly exaggerated yellow lighting cancels out almost any other colour present to which it does nothing but make you feel more unease about entering a bus with three men present inside of it.

They’re rugged and disheveled looking, all with calculating glares and defensive demeanours. The hairs on your arms rise as an anxious pit begins to twist in your stomach.

Apprehensively, you chose to ignore the men in favour of picking up one of the cellphones, brushing aside how their stares bare into the side of your head. The nervous twist in your stomach begins to tug painfully on your insides, so you chose to bite your lip to avoid making any obvious moves regarding your anxiousness.

Silently, you move towards one of the front seats. The silence in unbearable, the kind that you could hear a pin drop in.

“You aren’t new to this” One of them utters softly. Your lips press together tightly as you spare him a glance over your shoulder. He stares at you with what could only be a mixture of nerves, sadness and what seems to be pity. Slowly, you answer with a soft shake of the head.

Should I really be answering them?

“The three of us cleared four games together. We happened to be together in our first game and we stuck together after that” The man sitting in the middle seat at the back of the bus explains quietly, looking between his two new friends. They glance away from you, focusing on the sticky flooring of the rickety bus.

“Having friends makes the difference between winning and losing” His friend adds. A frown etches your features as you look away. You can’t help but wonder if it was an invite to join his trio, a general statement or a threat.

Feeling slightly cornered, you take note of the man’s bandaged leg.

“Your leg. Are you injured?” You gesture with the small device.

“Oh. I guess I sprained it” He moves the limb from your view. You nod solemnly as you look back at the table. He’ll only hold his friends back.

Soft padding of footsteps become louder within seconds. The general emptiness of the underground passage amplifies the steps and hushed breaths of what seems to be a duo approaching the bus.

Eventually, a familiar duo climb the metal steps into the mobile.

“Oh. It’s you” Arisu comments, slightly surprised by your appearance. A lazy smile rests on your lips momentarily as you look between the two politely. The short-haired woman nods her head at you curtly, picking up the last of the mobile devices.

“Arisu, right?” You ask to which he nods.

“I didn't get your name”

“Usagi.”

“Usagi” You repeat “Good to see you alive” You joke rather darkly, throwing her an awkward smile when she doesn’t respond.

“Where is your friend?” Arisu asks as he slips into the seat across from you. You watch as Usagi chooses to stand, keeping an eye on the trio in the back.

“My friend?” You question, quirking a brow at the dishelved looking man.

“The guy” He states “With the blonde hair?”

You pause “He isn’t my friend” Arisu nods “Just… Got along in the game”

The phones are quick to ding, signalling that registration is closed and the game is about to commence.

“Difficulty, Four of Clubs”

“Game: Distance.”

“Distance” Arisu whispers wearily, his grip on the phone tightening.

“Rule. Endure the trial and reach the goal within the time limit. Clear Condition. Reach the goal safely”

“What is this?” The injured man asks, throwing a concerned look to his friends. They chose to keep their heads down yet nerves were practically bouncing off of them.

“It’s too simple” A quiet hum rests in your throat as you get to thinking about where the goal is. You’re not sure how long the passageway will go on for though you know it won’t be as easy as just finding a simple goal.

“Game start. One Hundred and Twenty minutes remaining”

“Are they asking us to run?” The injured man asks, glancing down at his bandages ankle. His friends stare at their phones with unphazed expressions.

“What do you think, Seizan?” The man asks, glancing down at the meter on his phone.

“If it’s zero are we not already at the goal?” You ask, biting down anxiously on your bottom lip. Due to the stress of past games, your lips have become swollen and sore due to repeated picking. It’s a nasty habit, one you planned to leave behind in high school but it seems to have followed you through to the games.

“Are we supposed to run on a highway or something?” The one in the green shirt asks. Sighing, you turn back to Arisu and Usagi. The duo are already looking at you, giving you hope that they have listened to you.

Fumbling happens behind you, to which you see the injured man - now named Takuma - is bent over. You presume he tried to stand but his ankle gave out.

One of his friends attempt to start the bus, though the tank is empty.

“Go without me” Takuma mumbles after propping himself up on the seats of the bus.

“Takuma!” He friend shouts.

The whole ordeal makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. It’s as if there’s no one but them in the bus and by the way Usagi glances at you, she feels the same.

“My legs are going to give out” You pant, stalling in the race that Usagi and Arisu convinced you to run with them. Your original theory still sits in your head, why would the distance counter rise rather than lower when running to the target?

“C’mon [y/n]!” Arisu pants too, yet his pace has slowed to more of a brisk jog rather than a sprint. You didn’t expect any games to involve running a certain distance, so you bite back your remark ‘that it’s not your fault you can’t run as far since you weren’t exactly training to do so.’

“I don’t trust these cars” Panting, you gesture at the random cluster of cars that you have found yourself emerged in. A range of different vehicles are all deserted, yet something about their placement feels eerily malicious.

“Somethings there” Usagi flicks her head back to look at you and Arisu. Squinting, you attempt to adjust your eyes to peer into the dark, shadowed corner of the vehicles about 20 feet away from your stance. A slight glimmer of the overhead lighting catches in a small reflection just in front of you. The shapes resemble eyes that bob with every approaching step and you find yourself anxiously stepping away from the approaching threat.

“Is that a panther?” You ask, slowly creeping behind one of the cars. A nervous sweat breaks out on your palms as you realise that it is definitely a predator inching towards your small group.

Within seconds the big cat breaks into a sprint, causing everyone to break apart and run in random directions. Arisu unceremoniously crashes into your side, sending you flying into the back of the car. You curse, reaching out to grab his wrist to pull him further to the side. You can only imagine if there isn’t a bruise forming on your thigh that the indent of the license plate is probably making its home on your thigh too.

Throwing your head back, you notice that the big cat is distracted by clawing under one of the vehicles, so you motion to pull one of the car doors open to block that big cat's pathway.

Usagi catches up, aiding you in flinging open car doors, yet her timing is almost ironic as the cat pounces at the door as it’s opened.

Anxiety courses through you as you run between vehicles erratically, hoping that your unpredictable movements would cause the cat to chase someone else. There’s no way in Hell you’re simply outrunning a panther, especially when you don’t exactly run on a daily basis.

Especially when it’s hungry.

As you follow Arisu and Usagi to duck behind a jeep it becomes apparent that your hearing is slightly altered by the sound of your blood bumping throughout your body. Your chest heaves as you look above the car in hopes that the panther hadn’t silently jumped upon the rooftop like it had before.

The panther is quick to pounce on top of the car, letting out a vicious roar as it jumps back down. Usagi lets out a scream, ducking as she runs away.

“Arisu!” You shout, watching as the panther beats against the car door he struggles to hold open. His face scrunches together as he musters up his strength to keep his arms from giving in. Eventually, the cat becomes more entranced with Usagi who runs in the opposite direction. You make quick work to open the opposite door, shouting at Arisu to quickly slide out the other side. The panther backs away as Arisu slams the door against it’s neck, allowing him to block the other entrance to the car.

Usagi jumps from the next car, prompting the three of you into a race towards the bus.

A pained yet gargled scream rings out as Seizan is caught by the panther, which although sad, gives you an advantage to run away. You prefer to keep looking forward in an attempt to use the few seconds the big cat is preoccupied to gain further distance.

Eventually, you pass a truck with a motorcycle resting on the trunk. Arisu and Takuma’s friend seemingly nerd over it, causing both you and Usagi to roll your eyes. Don’t they know time is off the essence here?

“Can we siphon the fuel for the bus?” You ask, barely grasping what their conversation about batteries and whatnot is about. Arisu nods determinately.

“Are you saying that you’ll save Takuma?” The friend’s eyes light up hopefully.

“But if you go,” Usagi interrupts “You can’t clear the game!”

“There’s still time” Arisu glances down at the mobile device. “We still have half the time left” He adds.

“Having a bus would quicken the journey too” You add, looking between the three.

“Usagi, you head to the goal with him” Arisu orders, glancing back at you. You almost want to laugh at the fact he doesn’t tell you to go, but he must know you’re probably as athletic as himself.

“I’ll be right behind. Me and [y/n] will get the bus started” He smiles reassuringly. Usagi looks dejected, but she nods anyway.

“Letting someone die so I can live? I’ll never do that again”

The horn echoes loudly, though Arisu doesn’t look anything but determined. With his head shoved out of the propped open doorway, you would laugh at his resemblance to a dog if you had less than twenty minutes to live.

“Usagi!” He screams, body hanging onto the bus by the inside railing.

A tsunami style wave crashes noisily behind Usagi who just barely runs faster than the approaching waves. You can only guess that the water just barely licks at her legs, though she keeps a straight face as she pushes herself to run faster.

Arisu hold his hand out as the bus swerves to face the waves. You don’t see much before the bus topples over by the force of the waves, hurling you into the side of the bus.

“Shit” You can faintly hear, the sound of your hearing is muffled, but the presence of dripping water causes your face to scrunch up.

The cool liquid seeps between your eyelids, prompting you to raise your arm to wipe at the intrusion.

“[y/n]! You’re alive, aren’t you?” Someone shakes at your shoulders. You try to groan, yet it comes out as more of a pained whimper.

A sharp shooting pain wrecks through your head as you become aware of the apparent pains. Your shoulder hurts the most as it feels as if it has been dislocated or shattered.

“She’s awake” A feminine voice announces, wiping at the rest of the water that spilled on your face.

Somehow, your eyes crack open. It takes you a few tries, yet you blink heavily as light aggressively pours into your vision. Usagi and Arisu are crouched around you, though Usagi has her arms propped beneath your head.

“The game” You whisper, trying your best to sit up. Usagi and Arisu help, propping you against what would’ve been the ceiling of the bus. Inhaling sharply, you can’t help but look down at your body. Luckily, no bones were sticking out and there’s no visible lacerations or blood loss but the agony pulsing through your left shoulder and neck makes you think otherwise.

“You were right” Arisu mumbles, bringing your attention back to him “The goal was at the start”

You can’t help but smile. Pure relief washes over you as you realise that a laser won’t penetrate your head, better yet, your own theory worked out.

“Are you two okay?” Usagi nods, yet she glances down at your arm.

“Your arm is already bruised” She motions as your shoulder. A wince is prominent on your face as you catch sight of the yellowed skin. Small doses of blue, purple and yellow stare back at you but you don’t dare move your arm.

“Must’ve landed on it” You sigh, using your good arm to pull yourself up into a standing position despite the way your body cries out for a break. The bus is still leaking, yet you’re surprised to see water droplets on the front window rather than waves of seawater.

Usagi and the unnamed man prop you out of the bus, whereas Arisu pulls you up by your good arm. The entire highway was soaked and the ugly yellow lights from before blink as water damage soaks through into their circuits.

“Game Cleared. Congratulations.”

“You really have no friends?” Arisu asks as the three of you travel through abandoned Shibuya. You scoff, raising a brow at the man as if he made an outlandish claim.

“You’re making me sound like a loser” You laugh lightly “But no, I’m here on my own”

Arisu frowns “You have us now” He waves an arm at Usagi who nods with a soft smile.

You mirror the expression “I guess our five of spades game fated us” The two laugh lightly, almost in tune together. It’s nice, seeing two people who pair together like pieces of a puzzle.

It feels more like more of a courtesy ask and although you know you’re going to be a permanent third-wheel, having company from anyone who doesn’t have any malicious intent towards you is more than welcome.

“Where are you guys heading? Do you have a base?” Arisu shakes his head “We want to find the Beach”

Puzzled, you gape at him “The beach?”

Usagi shakes her head lightly “It’s not a real beach… Arisu heard someone talking about it on a radio at the spades game”

“Maybe it’s a shelter”

“I don’t know” Arisu sighs, looking out at the upcoming bridge. The sight of water makes you feel a little uneasy after the game, so you prefer to look down at the graveled concrete.

“There’s bikes” Usagi points at a bike rack. You could almost cry at the sight.

The ache in your feet has been present for days, yet you’ve pushed it aside to focus on survival. Being stepped on and thrown around for the past week has really put a downer on the health of your feet so any type of rest is welcome, even if your legs and calves will surely be crying out after two minutes.

“Yes!” You practically cry.

“Spying on a game” You sigh “It feels… wrong” Usagi nods, looking back at the apartment complex.

The walkie talkie crinkles as Arisu chimes in “There’s 10 participants… Three people are wearing the keycards” He describes.

A revving of an engine causes your head to whip around. The car from earlier is now full of passengers and it doesn’t stick around for long.

Arisu chimes in once more, stating that the cars he’s watching are moving too.

“C’mon” Usagi prompts, jogging behind the car. You can’t help but sigh, following behind at a slower pace. Usagi practically sprints after the car, yet it ends up splitting off into the darkness.

The pain of being thrashed around an excuse of a bus still remains present in certain parts of your body, so you bite back any whimpers of agony as you chastise yourself to attempt to keep up. Your right arm raises to hold on your left shoulder which cries at any sort of movement.

The car swerves into the darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight reflecting off of the black paint. You watch as it disappears behind foliage, drawing towards a bright opening.

“The bridge!” You point at the upcoming clearing. It gives you a full view of the surrounding pathways. Usagi nods, changing her direction to run towards the bridge.

“Arisu” She presses on the talkie “Head towards the bridge”

“How did we ever miss that?” You sigh, resting against the railing. A brightly lit hotel villa is practically a beacon in the night, yet it leaves you wondering how there is electricity there.

Arisu drops his binoculars “It’s says Beach”

Usagi nods.

“How do they have electricity?” Arisu asks with a smile gracing his face. After spending a day with the two, you realise how determined Arisu is to find the Beach in wake of his dead friend Karube. You briefly remember him from the game, yet you don’t remember seeing either him or Arisu after.

“Will we find the answer to our questions there?” Usagi asks hopefully.

You sigh, flicking your hair back from where it sticks annoyingly to the back of your neck. As you do so, your hand grazes something hard. Something metal.

“Usa-“ You begin, noticing the extending hand behind her head. A gun cocks behind you and before you know it, you’re submerged in darkness once more.

The bag is ripped from your head swiftly. Your eyes close as light seeps into your sight, causing you to duck your head away from the annoyance. The ache in your shoulder is cancelled out by a full throbbing sensation towards the nape of your neck, to which you clench your teeth as you look back up.

“Good morning” A woman greets with an unsettlingly large smile. She’s clad in summer wear, with her torso exposed and strappy sandals adorning her feet. The man beside her is dressed in a button down and Hawaiian beach shorts.

“I’m sorry that we were so rough” He apologises curtly. You glance to see Usagi and Arisu looking equally as disheveled as you feel.

“We heard that there were some people sneaking around the place” He explains, crossing his arms.

“What are your motives?” A woman with sunglasses walks towards your trio, staring down at you with upmost authority. She has a truly authoritative aura.

“We heard that’s we’ll know the answer…” Arisu starts “If we come here”

“What this game is about” He adds wearily.

The door to your left opens dramatically. A man wearing nothing but beach shorts and a flamboyant beach cover walks in casually, brushing back his longer locks of raven hair.

“Exactly” The man states states “We know the answers to the questions you all have” He waves an arm, making his way behind your chairs. His hands rest on the back of Arisu and Usagi’s chairs as he uses the leverage to peer into Arisu’s eyes patronisingly.

“Welcome” His greeting is tough, unwelcome even, yet he pushes back to stand one more.

“To the Beach, a Utopia” He gestures towards the wooden wall in front of your chairs.

“This” The walls begin to move “Is the answer!”

A well deco of cards are revealed. Almost every card is crossed out, sparing about 16 - including the face cards.

“There’s only one way to end this hellish nightmare” He moves to stand in front of the wall, both of his arms extended to fully emphasise the picture.

“We clear the games and collect all the playing cards” He turns proudly.

“So if we collect all of them, the original world will return?” Usagi questions, staring straight at the flamboyant man.

“The original world will not return” He states solemnly “Only one person can return to the original world” He gestures.

You purse your lips. So you have to collect these cards in order for someone else to go home? What if the Beach no longer exists by the time you’re next to go home?

“Only one person?” Arisu repeats.

“What is the point then?” You ask, staring holes into the marked sheet.

“The point?” The man echoes “It’s impossible for a single person to collect all of the cards” He explains.

His arms fall to his sides “You can’t leave this country by working alone”

“That’s why everyone unites as one, in order to let that one person leave the country”

He paces forward “That is the Beach’s objective”

“I’ve heard that you posses good cards” He motions at your small group.

“My men have seen you in many games” His gaze locks on you “You should have what… six or seven cards?” He smiles.

You stay silent, watching him anxiously.

“You cleared two club games by yourself, a game that relies on teamwork” He smiles once more “That is a skill we could use”

By pure luck.

He looks back at Arisu and Usagi “I’ll have the three of you play your part and help us gather remaining cards”

Arisu pauses “And if we reject?”

The man moves to sit on the table next to you “You can’t reject me” He states humourlessly, lifting a piece of paper from the table.

“Your visa is expiring today” He taunts Arisu, repeatedly tapping the crinkled paper. Your gaze flickers, silently cursing him for writing his days down.

“You have no choice but to participate in a game, don’t you?”

The interrogation and introduction felt like it lasted a lifetime. Each time you felt you could leave he would start another tangent about how the Beach is amazing and how by his circumstances you cannot leave.

After being shoved into a two piece, having your cards stripped away from your being and been given a beach cover-up to ease your complaints of having to wear such clothes you were sent to explore the hotel yourself. Arisu and Usagi left to play games with the executives so they can measure their usefulness to the Beach and they made sure to drill into you that you would be attending one tomorrow.

Dicks. If I had impressed them so much, why do I have to be measured on my usefulness if I apparently can’t leave anyway?

Finally having a mirror doesn’t help either. To see how worn down you look and how the light that used to be present in your eyes has been dimmed by the cruel sights you’ve been forced to see knocked you for ten.

You can finally see the extent of your injury. Your shoulder is slightly swollen, with an array of colours painting the skin mockingly. With a little rest and whatever TLC you can get, it seems that it will go away in due time. Luckily, the sheer beach cover hides some of the discolouration.

Dwelling in your room would do you no favours, especially when food and water is available a few floors down. Speaking of which, your stomach feels as if it will cave in on itself.

With a heavy exhale, you push open the door to your hotel room. Luckily, most people preferred to hang around on the lower floors of the hotel so facing many people head-on wasn’t a worry. In fact, the loud chatter emitting from the central pool area was basically the only sound you could hear, signifying that most people were outside bathing in the sun.

Still, questions wreck through your mind. How can these people party, drink and have sex without the prevenlant feeling of death looming in their heads. Yes, coping mechanisms exist but not a single part of you believes you could just let loose like that. It’s foolish, even if in the normal world you would indulge in those sorts.

You pass by a couple people who stand idle, chatting between themselves or just generally chilling in said area. Most people linger in small groups, which you find odd, but you pass by a couple people who seem to enjoy their own presence.

“Hey!” A chirpy voice calls, bringing you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t noticed you had practically cleared two lengthy stairways while lost in your thoughts.

A woman with a braided updo smiles brightly at you as she fiddles with a plastic yellow stick. Her appearance is one you vaguely recognise yet you can’t put a finger on it.

“Hi?” Your reply sounds more like a question, yet you find yourself walking towards her anyway. She pulls the stick away from her mouth, offering you a clearer smile.

“You used to work in the mall, right?” She asks “Opposite the boutique!”

You blink. It’s almost as if your memory resets in that second. She’s the girl from the boutique who would always wave her hand at you and speak to you when you bumped into her on your break.

“Oh my God” An airily laugh escapes your lips “It’s…Kuina?” You almost mumble her name, embarrassment clouding your thoughts at the entire premise of getting her name wrong.

“Yep! [y/n], right?” She asks, to which you nod.

“It’s so weird, bumping into you here” You gesture at the rest of the building. She nods sympathetically, bringing the plastic stick back to her teeth. She chews on it slowly, glancing around the hotel.

“Are you new here?” You nod at her question “Been here about… 20 minutes?” You try to laugh yet nothing but an awkward exhale crossed with a snort passes through your mouth. Kuina frowns, letting her posture relax.

“Jeez…” She trails off “At least you got me now!” She beams “I mean, if you’re on your own”

Nodding, you step closer to her “I know the two I got dragged here with but I think they’re more of a dynamic duo” Kuina hums, thinking about seeing any other newbies.

“Ah, Chishiya did say something about a couple that passed us” She speaks to herself, looking back at the halls.

Comically, your eyes widen. If you had dog ears, you’d imagine they would’ve perked up too. Chishiya. The guy from the apartment, the guy who only told you his name after you had almost been shot by a rain of bullets.

“Chishiya?” You repeat. Kuina seems almost shocked at your repetition as her eyebrows raise “You know Chishiya?” She says almost outlandishly. You shrug, unsure of why she is acting so surprised. Though you can’t be too unsure as the man did almost refuse to give you his name.

“Uh… We met in a game?” You explain hesitantly, eyeing her tensed posture. She deflates, almost pouting as she leans back against the wall.

You pause, eyeing her posture.

“Did I disappoint you?” Kuina sighs, opening her mouth to begin her explanation.

“Kuina just wants to be nosey” A masculine voice chimes in from your right. Swiftly, your head snaps round to meet Chishiya’s cat-like features. He almost looks smug, as if he caught Kuina doing something shameful.

“You found us” Chishiya observes as he openly stares at your clothing choice. In an attempt to shake off his gaze, you shift your weight between the balls of your feet.

“More like I got knocked out because I saw the lights from across the water” You chuckle, offering him a smile. Chishiya only shrugs “You followed our cars”

Your face drops. Had he been in the car Usagi made you run after? A flush of heat rises to your face in mere seconds.

“Not like I planned to follow cars” You shrug, trying to deflect your embarrassment.

Chishiya nods “Just following those two, then?” His question seems more like an insult. His gaze is unwavering too and you’re unsure if he’s purposely trying to make you feel small under his gaze. The statement makes you feel defensive, thanks to the condescending smile slapped onto his face.

“Are you calling me a sheep?” You fire back, not really expecting what his reaction could be. Chishiya is a mysterious man and nothing about him was easily guessable. Almost every time you tried to gage what he was feeling or thinking in the five of spades game, he just surprised you.

“You said it” A cocky smile graces his lips. The barely visible expression causes a small spark of anger to rise in you, yet Kuina is quick to fizzle it out.

“Don’t take anything he says to heart” She interjects “I think he’s mean just for the sake of it” Chishiya tilts his head back slightly, turning his nose to the taller woman. She rolls her eyes, moving to allow him room to lean against the wall too.

“You put up with that?” You ask, eyeing Chishiya who closes his eyes.

Kuina all but shrugs, crossing her arms over her toned midsection. Your shoulders deflate too, not that you noticed they had risen when Chishiya joined the conversation. Maybe the world had already caused you to subconsciously put a barrier up when someone unexpected approached you.

As you turn to walk away, Kuina calls out for you once more.

“[y/n]!” she calls.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. Hold your tongue around the militants”

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chishiya & [y/n] interaction galore in the next chapter!

[welkinsky]

Chishiya X Reader | Traitor

WARNING: Spoilers, curse words & mention of weapons!

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support and reblogs, as always! I see and appreciate each one of you! This is a PART OF A SERIES so people who are just reading this one post for the first time might not understand the context please read the parts linked below.

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Your fight or flight mode was on. You wanted to believe that it was nothing but at the same time, you cannot deny the fact that Chishiya was very clever and would use you or anyone. He has done it to others right in front of you. You never agreed with his ways nor did you participate.

You acted as if you ignored it. But now you were very cautious of whatever those two were doing. As the sun came up Kuina left, leaving you and Chishiya in the room. One part of you wanted to risk it and ask him directly but the other part was cautious and wanted to make sure that he has no clue.

You planned on acting oblivious. Before you were leaving and said your goodbyes, he took your hand nervously and pulled you back in. His hand rested on your sides. At first, you felt sick thinking that he was acting so nice on the outside but what the hell was he planning?

As if he read you again he said lowly, "Trust me if you can." You were surprised and your expression gave it away. He scuffed a little and looked down at his hands, not able to make any eye contact with you.

At this point, he was so disgusted by himself. He hated how YOU are not fully trusting him too. For him what happened last night was a HUGE deal and now you had questions about his character.

As much as he wanted to let it go and let you have your doubts, it meant that he had to let you go and the idea of holding you close even when you two are out of the borderlands. 

"For once, do what you want Shuntaro. You cannot keep running from what you want just because it creates liability." his inner monologue said.

"As I said, you'll know soon enough," he said still not making any eye contact. You nodded still in doubt. You were way too scared now. First, he was acting way too nice and then he's hiding something that apparently "You'll know soon" and then how can we forget the secret meeting that he had last night?

You went back to your room and tried to avoid those two and didn't come out. It was better to keep your distance but you couldn't do anything without feeling anxious and that is when you heard a knock on your door. You were too scared to open it and before you could gather the courage to get up, one of your roommates opened the door.

"Y/N it's for you." This is when you calculated all the exits that were possible if anything goes wrong. You were too stunned to get up from your bed. Suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and you jerked back to see who it was. Chishiya. He looked surprised by the strength but not the reaction. "Come with me," he said softly.

You were almost spiraling at this point. But you knew you can take him down easily all you have to do is find a weapon. As he gestured for you to get up and turned towards the door, you took the military knife that you snuck from the training sessions and hide it in your shirt.

He was taking you to the meeting room where you crossed Kuina who gave you a very dull smile. You were sure something was up. You knew there were 2 openings from the meeting hall and if there were no gunmen there, you can escape. There were a shit ton of armed people.

You accepted it, this was it for you. But you decided that if it came to that you won't go alone but take Chishiya down with you. As all of you entered the meeting hall you reached for your knife but before you can take it out, Chishiya put a hand on yours through your shirt to make sure you don't take it out and gestured you to look up.

They caught Arisu red-handed going through a locker. This is when you could feel your body turn cold and weak. "I owe you both," Anugi said as he turned towards the both of you. You looked at him with confidence but on the inside, you were about collapse. "Just wanna be of service," Chishiya replied for the both of you.

He then looked at you and scoffed. You knew he understood the entire thing. You pulled on his hand gesturing him to walk out of the room. Although it was more like he was pulling you because you were weak in your knees.

First, you were already overstimulated by the thought of your death being close, and that too by none other than Chishiya & Kuina. Second, guilt kicked in so hard when you understood what Chishiya was doing. He included you in the praise even if you didn't do anything. He wanted to make your position even stronger now that Aguni was in charge (which you later got to know).

Before you could say anything to Chishiya, "Unlike us, you have some morals. So we kept you out." he said not looking at you, and then walked away. Not before stealing a quick glance at you. You cannot believe you doubted them. YOU PLANNED ON KILLING HIM. Yet he kept going according to the plan.

You looked at Kuina with tears at the brink of your eyes. You could see that she was disappointed in you. She left without saying anything.

The next few hours felt so long as you spend them in your room. You were just waiting for the time after dinner so that you can go to your spot and see if they'd come or not. Although you had mixed feelings since you were not sure what would you say after you met them. The least you could do at this point is to apologize. You had no idea what was going on in his mind after this. He'd leave you out after this for sure. How could you doubt someone who helped you as much as he could gain a strong place at the beach? Even if he was doing this for his ulterior motives it still doesn't justify why would he help you earlier with Niragi.

The sunset and you headed to the dining hall. But out of nowhere, you heard the sound of the game. There was no gaming arena nearby so what was this? You looked around and everyone was just as confused as you were. You saw some people walking towards the waiting here.

You saw the mobiles lying there as a girl was stabbed dead. The Beach WAS the game now. You were one of the few ones who walked in, still, you walked to the back of the room and spotted Chishiya and Kuina too. You were about to wave your hand but then the morning events played in your head and out of shame you couldn't. So you looked away instead.

As the lady in the game explained the game. There was a wave of uneasiness among the crowd who were now doubting each other. You already knew this was not gonna end well with the way Niragi was excited. Breaking your faith in him, Aguni allowed his team to mass shoot anyone and everyone who was not an executive.

You looked over in Chishiya's direction to see what he was gonna do but as usual, he vanished in thin air. Not before grabbing you by your hand and taking you along with Kuina. None of you were executive and not to mention that you were a part of Aguni's group so technically you were supposed to shoot them as well. If you don't then the one and only rule will apply to you, "Death to the traitor."

You walked behind both of them with your head held down quietly. You didn't know what else were you supposed to do. So you just followed them, trusting that they know what they were doing.

They all went into the camera room, only executives had the access to this room so no one would think to come here plus the shooter won't be able to. 

"They have all gone crazy," Kuina said monitoring the screens. You finally looked up to see the screen and you were just happy that there was no voice in the camera, it was a massacre. You could feel Chishiya's eyes on you but you still acted as if you were all focused on the screen. "Not their smartest move." it felt as if he was saying this to you, "Why would they go this far just to survive?"

"There is no way to find who the witch is this way," you said silently to break the ice. Kuina turned a little to acknowledge that. "You could be the witch. Right Kuina?" Chishiya said looking at you. Okay, it was clear as crystal now that he was taunting you the entire time.

"Or it could be you." She replied oblivious to what was happening as her backs were against you two. All of you decide to break as Kuina and you started to move in the same direction she said, "I'm not mad, just a little disappointed." and then parted ways with you. You took a breath of relief which didn't last that long.

You had no clue as to what you should do, and that is when Usagi came saw you, and came running towards you, "Where is he?!" She was furious and had all the right to. "I don't know," you said silently and with authority. A trick that Chishiya taught you was to be calm and always have authority in your voice when talking to a disturbed person. This helps you to be the one in control. You knew that this group is a piece of bad news because the shooters are going to shoot them for sure because of what they have done.

But then you realized that they were in this trouble because of you. Directly or indirectly. So you decided to help her. She was confused as to why would you go out of your way to help her after what you did in the morning but then figured out that the more the merrier.

But before you two can cross even one hallway, you were faced by shooters who were now pointing at you two and started shooting like crazy. You suddenly felt pain in the right side of your abdomen.

This was it was the last thing you thought before it all went black.

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Name a star after me

You had begun a tradition within the borderlands. For every player that died in a game, you would name a star after in memoriam. It didn’t matter whether you were temporary allies or not because in the end you were all humans fighting for survival; whilst the game makers sat comfortably, taking great pride in making you suffer by playing the games. They didn’t deserve to be amidst your starry memorial if this is what they found entertaining.

So after the most recent game it was already night when you arrived back at the apparent complex you were all hunkering down in for the time being. You made your way to the rooftop and named four more stars after the fallen players. Two were on your side, two weren’t. “I am thankful for your participation in the game today, I’m sorry it didn’t end the way you would’ve wanted nor you got the proper burial you all deserved but at long last, you are free from all pain now.” You whispered to the wind in an almost silent prayer.

You opened your eyes and just as you were about to join the rest within the lobby in making your next move, Chishiya was blocking the exit with his body. “It’s dangerous to be up here all lone and defenceless.” His voice filled the air as he attempted to scare you away from rooftops all together but you’ve played these games as long as he had at this point, that you knew never to leave to go anywhere without some protection. You wordlessly pulled out the pocket knife you’ve picked up along the way from your pocket and showed it to him.

“First of all, not defenceless.” You told him as you tucked it away again, “and secondly, says the guy who isolated himself on the rooftop of the Beach. Multiple times, might I add.” You added, remembering the times that you caught glimpse of Chishiya’s fake blonde hair from the corner of your eye so often, that you believed for a short time that what you were seeing was a ghost. “You got me there.” Chishiya says as he made his way closer to you until you were across from one another. His eyes reflected the lights perfectly as it catches on his hair, making it seem silver whilst making the white of his hoodie practically illuminated him like a beacon.

“…Stargazing?”

“Excuse me?” Chishiya notions his head towards the star filled sky you were seemingly so transfixed on, “I said are you stargazing?”

“Oh no, I was just upholding a tradition I made since being brought here.” You told him and it seemed to peak his interest as he leant forward a little towards you. “Oh? And what would that be exactly?” He asked and suddenly you felt overexposed, vulnerable under his gaze and a tad insecure that he would find your tradition silly and or stupid. “After every game I would wait until nightfall to name a star or stars after the fallen players in memoriam, seeing as I can’t exactly give them the proper burial that they deserve.” You told him but felt a little awkward afterward when he didn’t say anything other then stare up at the stars with a face full of thought.

“May I name one?” You blinked at his question and were just about to ask him what he meant before the realisation of what his words hit you and you just gestured to sky with an arm, “I’m going to name one Ippei.” Chishiya said, his eyes never tearing away from the ink black sky. “Ippei huh? Someone you met in a game?” You asked without trying to sound as though you were prying for more information but you knew it would be best if you made your intentions known to Chishiya; rather then have them hidden from him because in the end he always finds out.

“He was too much of a soft soul for the Borderlands.” Was all he told you as you both stood in mutual silence which was then disrupted when the man next to you asked you the most unusual question. “Would you ever name a star after me when I die?”

“That’s not going to happen for a long while but yes, I’d name the brightest star after you Chishiya.” You told him honestly as he raised his brows at you quizzically, “you have that much faith in me?” He asks, once again moving a little closer to you in hopes of not misconstruing your answer. “No.” you admitted, moving away from him to the railings that kept you or anyone from going over the edge, staring out at the desolate city with familiar eyes.

“No one here is invincible because they happen to be good at a particular game. Everyone is bound to slip up and make a mistake,” you paused to smile to yourself before continuing, “but I just know that you’re smart enough to prevent that from happening.” Chishiya hums in satisfaction of your answer. “Chishiya?” He hums again, “would you…if I were to die, would you mind in continuing my tradition and name a star after me?” Now it was his turn to be a little confused at your request. He knew that you were smart enough to get yourself out of a tight pinch but to go as far as to predict your own death and ask him to carry on your traction was bound to leave him a little curious.

“What makes you so certain that you’d be dying anytime soon?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders as you then turned your eyes to the stars above, “I don’t. But tell me, is it better to enter every game knowing it could quiet literally be your last or go into every game thinking that your untouchable? Impervious to death as though favoured by the game makers of this forsaken battleground?”

Chishiya made his way next to you, leaning his arms against the railings as he watched the stars alongside you. “I don’t have an answer for that question. However I think our best course of action would be to prove ourselves wrong and not die so that we may continue to come here and carrying out your tradition; As a means of keeping whatever ounces of sanity we have left intact of course.” He said, not once tearing his eyes away from the stars but his hand crept over your own, squeezing it tightly in some form of reassurance.

“Of course, why else other then to keep our last shreds of humanity together.” You echoed, squeezing his hand back as you slowly learnt your shoulder against his.

[misty-doodles]

Alice in borderlands; original game concepts

Card game ideas for your fic needs. These were mostly based off of kids games, but some I just thought up. I apologize if the direction aren't super clear, and I know some of these games could fit into other suits. I tried to leave things like time limit and player amount up to you to decide.

I hope you find this small list of games helpful.

Diamond

Old maid

Rules; everyone gets a hand of cards, and must make matches within that hand to discard. They must then take cards from other players hands to create more matches until they have no more cards, while avoiding the Old maid (can be queen of diamonds or joker card).

Concentration;

Rules: Every 5 minutes there is a new topic. Players must name things pertaining to that topic without repeating an answer, or hesitating.

Deduction:

Rules: players are given a set of clues, and must use those clues to solve the crime and find the killers.

Battleship;

Rules: use coordinates to sink all of your opponent's ships. 

Spades

What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf?;

Rules: Players must ask the wolf, "What's the time, Mr. wolf?". The wolf will then say, "the time is _" and the players must take however many steps that are the time. Ex. if it’s 10 o'clock, players take 10 steps. At any time, the wolf can respond to the question with “it’s dinner time,” and will then begin to chase the players. The players must return to the safe space to avoid getting caught.

Hop scotch;

Rules: When the lights are on, you make your way across the hop scotch thing, but must stop when the lights turn off. If you’re caught moving when the lights are off, you will be punished. 

The circle game;

Rules: Players stand in a circle, and must change places with another player in the circle. A player standing in the center of the circle must steal someone’s place within the circle. You may not change places with anyone directly beside you. Whoever is in the circle at the end of the time is deemed the loser. Goal: be in the circle by the end of the game. 

Mousetrap;

Rules: Run through the mousetrap without being caught in the metal twine. Players will be given a set amount of time to get across the trap. (The mouse trap is a rope spinning, and every few twistw there is a safe opening to pass under)

Balance beam;

Rules: Everyone is to cross a thin balance beam that's high in the air within a time limit. 

Hearts

Mother may i;

Rules: Players ask 'mother may i….' and request a certain number of steps. Mother may deny or accept these requests. First person to touch mother wins. (The requests can be baby steps, normal steps, leaps, etc.)

Find the poison;

Rules: One player is poisoned in the group. It’s up to the other players to find the antidote by solving puzzles before the poison takes full effect. 

Who's got the button;

Rules: Someone goes around the circle pretending to give people the button, but only one person will have it. The group then has to figure out who holds the button. The game will continue until either the button holder is found or the last one standing.

Blind Man's Bluff

Rules: One chosen player will be blindfolded and sent out to navigate the maze. Their team must guide them through audio cues and complete the challenges within the time limit. 

Clubs

Steal it;

Rules: Players are given an objective to obtain from a building, and must evade capture from the homeowner while obtaining the objective.

Escape room;

Rules: There are 3 keys hidden in the play arena. Plays must use provided clues and get the keys within the time limit to escape. 

Simon says;

Rules: The game will give out commands to the group. All commands proceed by ‘Simon says’ are to be followed, but if not, the command is to be ignored.

Three hands;

Rules: Two players will be handcuffed together, and must build a tower together within the time limit.