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[proseinborderland]

Chishiya x OFC (MATURE / 18+ ONLY!) Part 2

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Part 2

Summary: Chishiya walks into his room one night and finds you in his bed, yet again.

Warnings: Heterosexual sex between two consenting, fictional adults in the form of smutty prose. + All warnings for the Netflix show Alice in Borderland.

"Beneath Me"

Part II

I could feel myself twitching in my swim trunks as I said the words and shifted discreetly to pull my hoodie down over my lap; however, my discretion was detected.

 A tiny, intoxicating gasp escaped her mouth as I caught her eyeing my erection. We made eye contact momentarily, until she decided to look away, feigning shyness at the intensity of my gaze, all the while beginning to acquiesce to my directions.

I watched intently at her tugging the strings of her bikini, pulling the little pieces of fabric away, revealing her body to me. She laid in front of me completely nude, obedient, wanton, her cheeks flushed. 

“Are you blushing?” I asked, not entirely sure if she was or wasn’t –mostly wanting to toy with her.

I caught her eyes once more and licked my lips languidly, watching her watch me, before standing up from the chair and joining her in the bed formerly known as my own. "I can tell when you're blushing, you know." I brought my hand up to caress her cheek and felt the subtle warmth underneath as she lowered her head and nuzzled it against my palm. How cute. She was blushing after all. 

I shifted my body closer to tilt her chin up slightly, --just high enough to brush my lips against hers teasingly, my fingertips trailed back to her face, my grip more firm than soft as I placed my hand on her cheek, and encapsulated her in an intense, open-mouthed kiss, exemplary of my growing need and desire.

I caressed her smooth, soft, flesh under my fingertips and delighted at the sensation of her warmth, which was a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environments of anesthetized patients I would normally have been surrounded by, had the world not turned into a twisted, impossible, nightmare --even for my standards.

I felt her hands on my chest, touching the exposed skin from my half-zipped hoodie. Reaching out with an open hand, I lightly grazed her nipple with the palm of my hand, cupping her petite breast, only to slowly begin twisting, pinching, and rubbing her hardened bud with my thumb and middle fingers. Blissfully prideful in the pleasure I knew I both could and was currently eliciting from her.

I could hear her panting softly before she cried out from the sensation of me pinching her just a little too harshly. Her breathing increased again and as I toyed with her by pinching the other with a little more force, causing her to shudder underneath me -a feeling I relished in!

No longer able to resist the urge, I lowered my head even further down her body and heard myself make a low and muffled groan as my mouth made contact with her right nipple, I sucked her into my mouth with wet lips, and swirled my tongue around the puckering flesh, ultimately bringing it between my teeth before continuing my ministrations. 

I knew I was doing something very right just by the way she was breathing and trying to mold her body into mine. I kept fondling, kissing, and worshiping her tits with white hot fervor. 

Soon the breathless sighs turned into more and she was moaning softly, almost like a whisper.

My hands returned to her breasts and my face moved back to mirror hers right before our lips collided, devouring one another, our tongues dancing playfully as our kiss intensified. That's when I could feel the zipper to my hoodie coming undone and the white fabric being pushed over my shoulders and onto the floor. Her nipples grazed my chest lightly and I momentarily closed my eyes - loving the sensation as much as I loved having her pulled flush against my body.

Her eyes locked onto mine once more and in a playful and sultry voice, she whispered one of the few phrases that never fails to ignite that fire inside of me, coaxing me to move my hands lower. A request she knows I cannot refuse, most especially coming from her.

"Please touch me," she whispers in my ear.

I swallow hard and fail miserably at my next attempt to take a deep breath without shuddering.

"You know, if you let me do it, I'm not going to stop until I want to, right?" I replied in a brash and cheeky manner, topped off with sprinkles of truth.

Her body stilled and I felt her nose nuzzle my own in an act of both endearment and compliance. She knew when to ignore my diatribe or halt it all together.

"It’s what I need." She whispered against my mouth and reached out, sliding my hands down her hips, where I let them rest on her smooth stomach. There was no gripping or grinding, just the light and gentle brushes of my fingers tracing the outline of her curves, over her hips, up and down her thighs, slowly caressing inward, across her belly button, and then lower, before I ever let my knuckles even lightly brush against the soft curls that covered her pussy.

I ordered her to lay back down on her side so that I could hold her close, hitched her leg over my clothed hip and stroked lightly again as she welcomed my tongue back inside of her mouth, kissing me deeply, occasionally biting my lip, and feeling me smirk against her cheek every time she did so.

Taking her by surprise was an opportunity I never let slip from my grasp, and my serendipitous chance presented itself during that long and tantalizingly deep kiss. My fingers lightly trailed up and down her wet lips, slipping down in-between them to press against her swollen clit almost rhythmically until I felt her fall in sync with me.

And that's when I stopped our dance - knowing full well just what her intent was and hell-bent on making sure she wouldn't cum like that – not tonight, not with me.

I could feel her come back down from her short lived high as she relaxed back into me. Squirming around and pretending to be innocent when I knew she was really just trying to rub against my cock.

An embarrassingly throaty moan escaped her mouth as I gripped her hip and pushed my index finger past the tight ring of her vaginal opening. The feeling of her muscles tensing and squeezing around only one of my fingers made my hips buck and my cock throb harder.

I worked her slowly at first, focusing on her breath more than her pleasure, until I heard what I wanted --a sufficient exhale and intake of oxygen that I knew would allow me to push a second finger into her with the least resistance. When the time came, as my long, slender digit pushed past that soft, hot spongy tissue, I felt a slight give before hearing her cry out as muscles were clenching down on me. Her hips began bucking slightly against me once more.

For some reason this annoyed me more than normal. She wasn’t listening properly.

I leaned down to her lips and ghosted a smooth kiss across them before meeting her eyes with a threatening gaze.

"I don't remember telling you to move."

The words sounded fiendish as they poured from my mouth. I then began moving my two fingers inward, slowly gaining more entrance inside with each little curl of my fingers or tiny flicks of my wrist.

Soon enough, I had created a rhythm of my own personal design and moved my mouth over hers to swallow the moans they elicited as I continued to explore her sex until I was fingering her at a pace so quickly, I would never have found it worth my energy, except for the wispy sighs and sharp intakes of air coming from her. They tore at my chest. My hormones were seriously getting the better of me.

A frustrated look pained her face as I pulled back from her and slowly removed my fingers from her dripping core.

"You're ready for me so soon?” she asks, completely aware of what I liked and unfazed by the routine of it.

I chuckle, grab her right hand, and press it firmly against my aching cock, "Are you ready?" I retorted.

"I know you can feel how wet I am. Isn't that a basic biological reaction Dr. Shuntaro?" She replied sarcastically.

A little too sarcastic for my liking.

I grinned and sighed, letting hot breath escape my mouth and tickle her ears. "Roll over on your hands and knees."

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Part I

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[voidcomett]

the beach dads are alive 🫶

[severeweatheralert]

Taking a break from writing my fic by illustrating my fic (Neither of us were good people, ch. 8)

[catandrabbitt]

manga chishiya is a straight menace bro

in the show everyone is like ‘omg chishiya cares about the kids’…. manga chishiya is a different breed

[bluebugjay]

I see a lot of people say they wish the aib characters kept their memories and I also wanted that so badly not only so they could be friends in real life but also because of their individual arcs like the development they go through in the borderlands (arisu finding more meaning in life and realising he isn't worthless, Usagi changing her mind and wanting to go back to the real world despite thinking there was nothing for her there originally, chishiya growing softer and seeing value in people and kindness, etc.) but I don't think it's all for nothing.

instead I think (in my head at least) because they've gone on the journeys they've gone on in the borderlands it'll kind of work the way a vaccine to a virus would. They've gotten a dose of character development but now they've forgotten the events of how they got there but since they've proven they can develop that way and have, I feel like it'll kind of fast track their new journeys in real life. like their brains already have the ability to do it as they have actually already done it!

I've seen people joke about how 'fast' Arisu seemed to get over Chota and Karube's deaths in the real world compared to the borderlands but (aside from it being a less repetitive watch that way) he already mourned them, his brain is the same in real life as in the borderlands so he unconsciously knows that. (we know their brains were affected even if their memories aren't quite there because of how Usagi and Arisu almost recognise each other, same with Aguni and Akane)

so tldr: even though the characters losing their memory sucks I think they'll still be able to develop and grow the way they did in the borderlands in real life (even through meeting and befriending each other) because that kind of feels like the point of the borderlands, that (among other things) if they didn't die it was because they grew to be strong and kind and such, there's no point it would spit them out into the real world (the joker game) and not expect them to develop those attributes all over again

[itsclydebitches]

Wrote this for Febuwhump's first prompt ("Touchstarved"), but couldn't upload it because I've been away. Better late than never??

"There was nothing you could have done. Try to let the guilt go."

Chishiya had the inappropriate urge to snort at those words. Kettle, meet Mr. Pot. He side-eyed Arisu kneeling before the sobbing man, newly widowed, his wife's charred body lying somewhere below. The fool was so good at preaching what he couldn't practice; tossing out platitudes to assuage his own uselessness. The hypocrisy should have set Chishiya's teeth on edge, left a bloody ache in his gums.

Instead, he found that his gaze hadn't strayed from Arisu digging soot-stained fingers into the man's arm. It looked grounding, almost punishing in its intensity, and for just a flicker of a moment Chishiya allowed himself to imagine what that would feel like against his own skin, blunted only by a cotton hoodie.

Let the guilt go.

Medical training had given Chishiya a keen memory for detail and he catalogued the relevant experiences now, each sending a repressed shiver down the base of his spine: The hot clasp of Arisu's hand as he pulled him from the rubble. Shoulders pressed together, hard, hard enough that Chishiya could count the minute tremors running through Arisu as they waited to be found -- and Arisu could have counted his. The tactile chaos as they tripped over one another in a panic, and the exhausted release as they briefly, gloriously sagged together in the wake of a win.

Their first game. The first touch. Arisu's arm branding his chest as he pushed Chishiya out of the line of fire, undoubtedly saving his life.

Let the guilt go.

It had been pure survival instinct that allowed Chishiya to taser the second Tagger. The rest of him had shut down in shock, his body unable to process the sensation of the gesture -- here, now -- and his mind rejecting its implications. Back then, Chishiya couldn't grapple with the fact that there was someone willing to save him, in a death game no less, so instead he'd focused on trying to recall the last time someone had touched him at all. Something more than the brush of a stranger's arm on the sidewalk, or fingers curling, apologetic, after they met while handing over change. A thousand daily moments that amounted to nothing at all because they weren't deliberate, unconditional, or free of the world's unwavering disgust.

And then there was Arisu, offering all three with that annoying, persistent smile.

Let the guilt go.

Chishiya watched him cup the back of the man's neck as his sobs turned frantic, guiding him forward against his chest. Arisu and a stranger, perfectly fitted.

Chishiya clenched the lining of his hoodie until his fingers ached. He thought about all the people who thrived in this world because of their love of violence. They stayed in pursuit of a perverse freedom; the gleeful rejection of civilized laws and the celebration of their twisted, animalistic urges. Chishiya used to think that they were the worst of the Citizens...

...but what about him? What did it say about his own, twisted soul that he'd stay just to subtly steal what he didn't deserve? What even his parents hadn't cared to give?

"It's going to be okay."

Chishiya would play a thousand games -- sacrifice a million lives -- just to have Arisu say those words to him, gentle hands intertwined with his hair.

Let the guilt go.

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY ACTUALLY FOLLOWED THROUGH WITH MAKING NIJIRO MURAKAMI'S 24 YEAR OLD ASS A FUCKING DOCTOR OH MY GOD

[hoodedchishiya]

Headcanon: The ‘hot spring’ was found by Chishiya and Kuina first. They just so happened to stumble across it on their way back from a game together and it kind of became their place to get away from the Beach life for a while. It was a place for them to escape the madness. To be together alone.

Picturing them sitting silently and observing the elephants together, Kuina’s head resting on Chishiya’s shoulder while he’s subtly smiling because its finally becoming clearer to him: he loves her 🥺

Them taking little midnight swims together in the warm water, sharing secrets and kisses..

~Mun ❤️

[orpheusmalbororojo]

Me after finishing s2 of aib so i disappear down the rabbit hole of scrolling through posts about it for literal hours because it felt so short and i need more content. Should i read the manga i want to, i miss the characters

[happyandticklish]

Okay, hear me out, for as much as he seems like he'd be bothered by it, I really don't think think Chishiya would mind being tickled. Like, I don't think he would actively seek it, but I really can't see him getting that upset over anything. Like bro has been shot before and been like "haha oh well, I'll be fine" he does not give a singular fuck.

I feel like instead he would approach it in a very cat-like manner. Some people can tickle him and he's okay with it and just,,,, let's it happen. Like, he can't be fucked to stop them he just doesn't care. But the second he's done he's done and just gets out of whatever situation he's in like it's nothing.

I just like the idea of him laughing and squirming slightly and then out of nowhere his face fades back to neutral and he just calmly wrestles himself out of his ler's grasp like, "alright, back to business now guys."

[loonynorman]

imma be real honest, i never understood kuzuryu x chishiya. Like... help 😭????

I don't really know how and why this ship was created let alone exist. Plus the age gaps made me so uncomfortable. Chishiya is like 23-25 while keiichi is in his late 30's or early 40's. I just see keiichi and chishiya as a father and son relationship.

[proseinborderland]

CHISHIYA NSFW HEADCANNONS

18+ Only!

NSFW | MATURE THEMES

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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✨ I have 100+ words written for each letter of the alphabet. ✨ Send a request to my inbox with any of the following letters that do not have a strike through them below. *Please only request one letter at a time! * Thanks!

✨ I will be updating both here and on AO3 with all of the Chishiya headcannons filled and available - on one single page - for your viewing pleasure later on this week!

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→ ABCs and links to the ones I've already filled are below. Enjoy!

PS There are 3 I am currently filling. They will be up tomorrow afternoon. Thanks! 💖

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) *requested & currently filling*

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) *requested & currently filling*

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) *requested & currently filling*

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) *requested*

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcannon for the character) *requested*

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

✨ Feel free to use this as a template so you can write your own Chishiya headcannons! ✨

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[unlimitedartblock]

NEW OC ART RAHHHHH

[severeweatheralert]

Chishiya's childhood neglect being such a core part of his character that it's one of the few insights into his backstory we get. Chishiya following in his father's footsteps to become a doctor despite (because of?) that neglect. Chishiya chosing to specialize in pediatric heart surgery because at some, entirely subconscious level he recognized he should've been treated differently. Chishiya immediately becoming complicit in the death of a child who should have been granted a donor heart. Chishiya, in the Borderlands, numb.

[forever-deep-below-creation]

sorry but chishiya and kuina are the most transgender troublemaking pair ive ever seen

[chishiii-shuntaro]

Favorite tea flavour (if you have one) :)

I am more of a coffee enjoyer, although if I were to drink one type of tea for the rest of my existance it would most probably be Oolong. Its fresh taste reminds me of home, for various reasons. — Chishiya