#Banda x reader

[queencard0]

Banda Sunato Dating Headcanons

warnings: mention of murder and sex

word count: 254

disclaimer: english is not my first language!

Masterlist

- he loves the food you cook and always showers you with compliments

- Sunato loves to give you forehead kisses, because the most important thing in his life is to protect you

- he adores you and constantly kisses your hand, especially your knuckles

“as you wish, princess“

“you’re so beautiful, love“

- his biggest fear is to hurt you (especially physically)

- during sex he is always very careful and if he is more rougher to you he always apologizes a thousand times afterwards

“tell me if I hurt you“

“let me spoil you, love“

- he kisses you every time with an intensity that catapults you into another world

- Sunato's lips are gentle and usually move very tenderly on yours

- he loves to kiss you and feel you against him

- Sunato loves cuddling

- his strong arms pull you to his warm chest every night

“I love you“

- he doesn't tell you what he desires deep down

- he keeps the murders a secret

- you only find out when the police arrest him

“I‘m sorry“

“I never wanted to hurt you“

“hurting you is the worst thing I could have done to myself“

- when you meet again in the Borderland, you will first be afraid and hide from him

- Sunato confronts you and tries to explain himself

“you were the only thing that kept me alive“

“I couldn't have lived without you“

“you gave me a normal life“

“you silenced the evil thoughts in my head“

did you stay with him in the Borderland?

[halbravd]

in honor of alice in borderland coming back...

aib vs. babe i'm at the hospital

⪧ niragi suguru,

⪧ chishiya shuntaro,

⪧ hikari kuina,

⪧ daikichi karube,

⪧ yuzuha usagi,

⪧ ryohei arisu,

⪧ sunato banda,

[mikanotes]

— DON'T STRAY TOO FAR

banda x gn!reader - 1.2k words

genre: established relationship, suggestive

warnings: mentions of death, killing, manipulation, aib stuff, old kinda edited! some kissing leaning towards suggestive!!!

synopsis: Banda Sunato misses his lover. Why does he miss his lover?

author’s note: season 3 he's the main antag trust . i miss him a lot

Banda was intrigued when he noticed you began ignoring him. It didn’t take a genius to understand it had to do with the game you were both participating in, especially considering it was a Hearts one.

But his curiosity and amusement turned into annoyance after six hours. Turns out Banda Sunato is not half as patient as he himself believed.

You walk right past him at least fifteen times. He tries telling you what the symbol on your collar is during each of the six rounds. He debates on distracting himself with something, like following that suspicious guy around and gaining his trust a bit more, and he does.

He does for three rounds more before he feels angry because seeing you walk around so nonchalantly without doing so much as looking at him makes him lose track of his thoughts.

Especially when he sees someone else touch your neck as they look at the symbol on your collar. He’s certain that’s the last straw, for him.

So he lasts nine hours without your attention.

“Hey.” he says quietly, coming up right behind you. You jolt a little and turn to look at him. There’s a mere second where your expression looks somewhere between startled and content and he’s sure you’re finally done giving him the silent treatment. But that look barely lasts long enough for him to feel any actual hope. Soon enough, you’re back to this neutral, stone facade of yours as you turn your back to him and walk away.

Nope. Not this time.

He grabs your wrist and pulls your back against his chest, swiftly wrapping an arm around you the moment you’re close enough. You don’t fight him back. “You’re not being very nice.” he whispers, tilting his head just over your shoulder. You turn away, as if trying to ignore him still.

“… I really don’t wanna talk to you.”

“You’re the one who told me communication was important in relationships.” he chuckles softly, letting you go but grabbing your hand instead. You step away and give him a glare, to which he responds with an innocent smile. “Am I wrong?”

He knows he’s right.

“Let’s communicate when we’re actually sure we’ll both be alive,” you respond with an annoyed tilt to your voice, “I told you Hearts games are a no, with us two.”

Ah, yes. He thinks he might be falling in love all over again. You may be doing this out of the goodness of your heart, out of pure fear of losing him— But if you are, it’s probably fifteen percent of the reason why. The eighty-five remaining ones are just the fact that you would choose your own life over his any day. But you’re nice enough to not want to get to that point. Just lovely. “My heartless lover, attempting,” he hums, stepping closer again— Just close enough not to invade your space again. “Do you really think we can’t both win this? Come on.”

You look away, irritated. He rubs your hand with his thumb slowly, tracing words into your palm. Your name. A plea to stop acting like this before he loses his goddamn mind. He isn’t sure what it is about you ignoring him that makes him feel so far away from his usual ‘sanity’, but he really dislikes it. He’s fine without you. Perhaps the idea of not having your attention on him is simply… Not right. It should always be on him, it has always been on him.

“Sunato.” you sigh. First name, he thinks, getting somewhere. He takes that as his cue and steps closer again. He says your name the same way you said his and gives you this soft, innocent expression of his. You look at him and he can see it in your eyes you’re trying not to break.

He moves just a bit closer. “I miss you.” he whispers. He tries to hold your waist but you move away right before he can, which leaves him stunned for a second.

His expression drops. “…You know me.” he says flatly, though his tone is as quiet as usual. “You know I don’t care that you’d kill me to survive.”

You look at him with that stern expression of yours and his gaze drifts towards your lips briefly. You’re gonna say something smart and clearly pissed off and then leave him again. You’re definitely gonna do that.

No. No you’re not. At least not that last part.

He half-listens to you as you begin to tell him to stop being so annoying for at least a day so you can focus on the game all whilst checking both sides of the hallway you’re in. Then he tightens his hold on your hand and tugs you towards a secluded area with him. You almost look hopeful.

“I’m going to kiss you. Okay?”

He gives you a long second and all you do is half-heartedly glare at him, so he grabs your face and pulls it towards his own. Fuck, finally. The feeling of your lips against his makes him sigh softly, a small smile forming on his features as he pulls you closer. He doesn’t think he could’ve survived longer without this. He remembers very clearly when he got addicted to you and every single thing about you. It makes him ten times weaker than he was when alone, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

You pull away after a while and gasp for air, grabbing his shirt at the same time. He laughs silently, eyeing your face. “Did you really think you could ignore me for that long?” he says, slowly moving the two of you until your back hit the wall. He leans closer to your face again but gives you time to catch your breath. “Did you?”

“Again,” you pant, pulling him in. He grunts but accepts the kiss, deepens it, even, and presses you closer into the wall. It feels so good having you in his hands, against his lips, pressed up to him. He breathes you in like you’re the oxygen he needs before pulling away, but only long enough to angle his face the other way to kiss you better. You make a soft sound that only sends his mind spinning and blood rushing to all the right places. Whenever he moves, you follow— Your desperation makes him grin. He almost feels like he needs you, too. Almost.

“You needed me badly,” he whispers when he finally manages to detach the two of you, and feels the heat of your gaze all over him, “So don’t let go of me. I’m counting on you to be the one to need me, live with me, and be the death of me.”

“I don’t wanna be the death of you…Mn…”

Another kiss, for good measure, then he’s leaning his forehead against yours. There’s something warm about the feeling of being close to you. He ‘loves’ you. He’s obsessed, if he’s to use the right terms– A long-term kind of obsession, one that runs deep into his veins. It’s as close to love as he can get. He smiles at you and chuckles softly, before looking over your shoulder. “Heart.”

“Heart.”

“It is time to make your guess. Please enter a prison cell. One person per cell, please.”

Banda pulls away and looks at you. “If you kill me, I won’t be upset.”

“I’d be. You better not be lying.” you say, gripping tighter at his shirt, just over his heart, before shoving it away slightly. You start walking off and he stares at the heart symbol on your collar. “... See you.”

“See you.” he says, like a statement. He will see you.

[koishiro]

is Banda moodboard coming soon, also sorry for being late but happy birthday, hope it was the best birthday you could have ><

Dating Sunato Banda <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : 0-0 hi hi!! how could I ever forget banda?! and thank u for the nice message 🥹 <33

[luvingjeanie]

Hallloooooo can you please write about yaba or banda with a s/o (genderneutural) that is very clingy like they would be at their side 24/7 always hand holding or sitting on their lap oh and can they possibly already know eachother before the borderland they were in separate places when they transported to the borderlands so their s/o is terrified to leave them alone again (the angst potential for banda lol) thank you!

this one was lowkey hard to write icl😭

♡ yaba

♡ you were an intern in his office, a good few years younger than he was, but god he couldn’t help himself.

♡ you were sweet, obedient, still learning to navigate the big working world, and he saw you all the time, when you were bring him the printed documents he sent you off to get, fetching his americanos, and when you knocked on his office door, updating him on a change in the day’s schedule.

♡ and against his will, he found himself being a little more lenient with you, letting you stay on your break a little longer, pretending to not notice that you had returned five minutes late, being more forgiving when you fucked up printing copies, and people in the office definitely noticed.

♡ he’s typically stoic, analytical, a workaholic honestly, but he couldn’t help but be so worried about you when everything happened.

♡ he saw you again in the jack of hearts game, raising his brows when he saw you, still dressed in your work clothes, shrinking into a cold wall as you fiddled with the cold, uncomfortable collar around your neck.

♡ casually, he walked up to you, hands in pockets like always, soon taking one out and placing a hand on your shoulder, calling your name, admittedly more sternly than he intended, like you had made a mistake when drafting an important email back in work.

♡ but poor little you, scared and alone, were happy to see him nonetheless.

♡ as for the clinginess, he never reciprocates much despite enjoying the attention, and he absolutely won’t tell you off for it

♡ the most he’ll do is keep a hand on your waist or the small of your back

♡ perhaps standing a little too close as he whispers strategies in your ear before the next round, touching your neck and lingering longer than needs be as he checks for your suit

♡ in future games, or during your days off, he even finds himself patting his lap, inviting you to sit.

♡ you make him unusually warm even though he absolutely will not show it.

♡ when you sit on his lap, a large hand comes to rest on your thigh or knee, rubbing slightly whilst he focuses on the task at hand, whatever it may be

♡ honestly the only time i imagine him initiating genuine affection is when you’re both in danger, pulling you by your waist close to him, practically dragging you out of harms way, or hugging you when your scared, one of his big, rough hands pushing your head to his chest, keeping you close.

♡ all in all, very stoic, still very calculated, he won’t be outwardly warm and cutesy, but he’s ready to protect and comfort you which is big for him.

♡ banda

♡ i can’t imagine a situation in which you would know banda in a pre-borderlands world, honestly you were probably just his prison psychiatrist, someone he was forced to be with.

♡ he was indifferent towards seeing you, you were professional, curt, and plain usually, and feelings of affection don’t develop easily for him obviously. to him, you were a person he was forced to see, nothing more

♡ but seeing you now, meek, trying to hide your fear, and doing a terrible job at it, made him raise a brow, and a smirk tugged at his lip slightly. it was odd, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t at least a little amused.

♡ you weren’t affectionate immediately, despite wanting to jump to the closest person for comfort, as you knew everything.

♡ being his psychiatrist, you knew his darkest transgressions and misdeeds, his plain expression and blunt delivery of those thoughts serving as a testament to his sociopathic tendencies.

♡ but, one day you couldn’t help it

♡ god you were so scared, you clutched his arm, holding it close to your chest before you could register you were doing so.

♡ he didn’t love it

♡ but he absolutely did relish in the feeling of having someone he previously had to submit to in a way cower before him so easily

♡ i honestly don’t think he’d be down for lap sitting

♡ he only initiates affection or accepts it when you’re frightened simply because he enjoys seeing you in such a state

♡ he doesn’t love you, he doesn’t respect you, he looks down on you

♡ a once so put together person suddenly needing him.

[borderlandbabe]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗-𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

Arisu Ryohei

Arisu blinks at you, completely caught off guard. He leans back slightly, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Wait, what? You… you were a famous singer?"

You nod, a little amused at his reaction. Arisu rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to process the information. He always thought he knew everything about you, but this? This was something else.

"I mean… that’s crazy. Why didn’t you tell me?"

He’s not mad, just genuinely surprised. A few minutes later, you catch him on his phone, looking up old performances. His eyes widen as he watches you on stage, your voice filling the room.

"Damn… You were incredible,"he murmurs, barely realizing he said it out loud. When you tease him about it, he quickly averts his gaze and mutters, "Shut up… It’s just weird seeing you like this."

But deep down, he's impressed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Karube Daikichi

Karube whistles, his lips curling into a grin as he crosses his arms.

"So my girl was a superstar, huh? Should’ve figured. You got that whole… untouchable, goddess thing going on."

You roll your eyes, but he only smirks wider. Within minutes, he’s already digging through the internet, playing one of your old music videos on full blast.

"Damn, listen to that voice. That’s sexy as hell,"he says, looking you up and down like he’s seeing you in a new light.

He’s completely into it.From that moment on, he brags about it constantly. If someone so much as hums one of your old songs, he’s the first to go,

"Yeah, my girl used to own the damn stage. No big deal."

And he definitely starts asking for private concerts.

"Come on, babe. Just one song. For me?"

He’s relentless.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chota Segawa

Chota’s mouth literally drops open, and his eyes turn into giant heart eyes,practically sparkling as he stares at you in pure awe.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Are you SERIOUS?! My girlfriend was a famous singer?! That’s so COOL!!"

He’s literally bouncing on his feet, flailing his arms like an excited puppy. When you show him proof, he lets out a high-pitched squeal and nearly drops his phone.

"I-I’m dating a superstar! Oh my god—do you know how insane that is?! Do you realize how many people would KILL to be me right now?!"

He spends the next hour watching every video of you performing, absolutely starstruck. If you ever sing in front of him, even casually, he turns into a blushing, stammering mess.

"O-okay, you’re way too powerful. This isn’t fair."

And if he ever sees you in a glamorous outfit like the ones you used to wear on stage? He straight-up faints.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tatta Kōdai

Tatta’s reaction is pure admiration. His eyes widen, and he leans forward.

"Wow… That’s amazing. You must’ve worked so hard to get there."

He’s not the type to fangirl, but you can see how much he respects you. He asks all the right questions—what it was like, if you miss it, if you were happy doing it.

"Did it make you feel free? Or was it more stressful?"

If there were bad memories tied to it, he immediately reassures you.

"Well, you don’t have to be that person anymore if you don’t want to. But… I’d love to hear you sing sometime."

And when you do? He smiles so warmly, so sincerely, it makes your heart ache.

"Your voice is beautiful."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu takes a long sip of his tea, staring at you over the rim of his cup.

"I see."

That’s it. That’s his entire reaction.

But later, you catch him with his earbuds in, watching one of your old performances. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the way his fingers subtly tap against his leg—keeping time with the music.

"You had a strong stage presence," he finally says. "Commanding. I assume you were respected."

He doesn’t ask many questions, but if there’s any pain tied to your past, he will acknowledge it in his own way.

"If it was a burden… you don’t have to carry it alone."

And that means more than anything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Oki Yaba

Yaba snorts.

"Tch. Yeah right. You? A famous singer? Prove it."

So you do. And his smirk drops.

"Oh… Shit."

He immediately gets quiet, eyes locked on the screen. He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of in awe. When the video ends, he clicks his tongue.

"Hmph. Guess I underestimated you."

From then on, he never directly compliments you, but if someone else talks about your career, he’ll be the first to go,

"Damn right she was the best. You should’ve seen the way she owned the stage."

But if you catch him listening to your songs in private? He will deny it to his grave.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Banda Sunato

Banda tilts his head, an unsettling smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well. My little songbird had a past life, did she?"

He’s way too interested. Not just in the music—but the fame,the pressure, the inevitable fall from the spotlight.

"Tell me… did you love the stage, or did the stage love you?"

You can tell he’s already digging up information, analyzing every part of your past like a puzzle. But instead of mocking you, he finds it intriguing.

"You were once adored by millions… and now you belong to me. Interesting."

He’ll never let you forget it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Chishiya Shuntaro

Chishiya raises an eyebrow.

"Huh. Didn’t expect that."

That’s all he says. But later, when you’re not looking, you definitely catch him watching your performances. His face is unreadable, but when you confront him, he just sips his drink and says,

"It’s not bad."

If you ever sing around him, he’ll act unimpressed—but the way he subtly turns to listen gives him away. And when he does compliment you? It’s low and casual.

"I see why they loved you."

But coming from him, that means everything.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma loves it. His grin stretches wide as he pulls you into his arms.

"So my goddess was once a star? Damn, that makes you even sexier."

He begs you to sing for him, probably playing his guitar while you do. Every performance turns into an intimate, soulful moment.

"The world may have had you once… but now, you belong to me."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Aguni Morizono

Aguni pauses.

"I see."

He doesn’t say much, but later, you find him listening to your old songs alone. If you bring it up, he simply shrugs.

"You were good."

But if anyone dares bring up your past in a negative way, he will shut it down instantly.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Niragi Suguru

Niragi bursts out laughing.

"No way. My girl? A pop star? That’s hilarious."

But when he actually looks into it, his laughter stops.

"Tch. So all those guys were obsessed with you, huh? Guess I’ll have to remind them who you belong to now."

He gets insanely possessive. And if you ever sing for him? His cocky smirk disappears as he watches you intently.

"....Sing that again."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Takeru "Hatter" Danma

Hatter’s reaction is instant fascination. His eyes widen, and then his signature smirk appears as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"A famous singer, huh? Now that is something I did not expect. My lovely, mesmerizing, dangerous songbird… the world must have been at your feet."

He’s thrilled by the idea. To him, it makes perfect sense—you have that rare, magnetic energy that naturally draws people in. He pictures you on stage, bathed in lights, captivating an entire crowd with nothing but your voice.

"It’s a damn shame I wasn’t there to see it."

Then, suddenly, his smirk deepens.

"Or maybe it’s for the best. If I had seen you back then, I wouldn’t have let anyone else have you."

Hatter loves the idea that his girlfriend was adored by millions, but he especially loves that, in the end, you belong to him.He’ll tease you about it constantly, throwing out lines like:

"Sing for me, my queen. Let me see the goddess they all worshipped."

And if you do?He sits back, utterly entranced, eyes dark with admiration. The moment you finish, he grins and murmurs,

"Dangerous. A voice like that could make a man fall to his knees."

Hatter revels in the knowledge that you were once a star. But now, he considers you his greatest treasure.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Samura "Last Boss" Takatora

The second you tell him, Last Boss freezes.His hands tighten around his katana as he stares at you, his one visible eye narrowing slightly.

"...A famous singer?"

His voice is unreadable. You can’t tell if he’s amused, curious, or something darker. But then, a slow, eerie smile stretches across his lips.

"So… you once stood under the spotlight. Letting the world consume you."

Unlike Hatter, he doesn’t romanticize the fame. He fixates on the weight of it—the way the world must have watched your every move, adored you, and maybe even hated you.

"Tell me… did it feel like a cage?"

There’s a strange intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to see your past through your eyes. He loves that you had power over people, that your voice could command an entire crowd. But there’s something almost… possessive in the way he reacts.

"They must have wanted you. Desperate, obsessed… but they never really knew you, did they?"

If you ever sing for him, even casually, he goes silent.His usual unsettling grin fades, and he watches you intently,his breathing slightly heavier. When you finish, he licks his lips and mutters,

"...That voice. Dangerous."

He adores it. But the knowledge that the world once had access to you? That unsettles him. From now on, he makes it clear—

"Your voice… is for me now."

And if anyone even mentions your past career in a way he doesn’t like? They don’t get to mention it again.

[yawn-junn]

Banda and masochist reader 🙏 or like someone who liked the idea of him killing for her

I'm so very sorry, but I don't write stuff like that. Uhm but I can do a banda one shot just normal if you'd like

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

KINKTOBER - Show them - Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader -

Notes: AU no criminal Banda - Toxic - Hints of manipulation - Hints of reader being a cam girl - Public sex - Banda is a warning himself -

Banda decided you needed to be teached a lesson. See, Banda was your stalker for a long time, manipulating you till you accepted to be by his side.

He insolated you, made you a doll, his doll. Someone who was there for him and only him, someone who desired his company and only his.

Friends? Family? No one of them could love you like he did.

So why did you start to be polite and to think you could make new Friends at your New job? Did him not teach you enough?

Maybe he did not break you well.

Thats why, you two where there, in a nice traditional dinner with your new coworkers who seemed to be getting more and more touchy with you.

Thats why Banda took you and made you sit on his lap, hugging your waist and putting his head on your shoulder, something your female coworkers found adorable.

Oh, but it was anything but adorable.

"You did not bring underwear or did some of them snatch it away? Or did you give it to them? You are such a slut when you drink"

Banda moved his right hand under your skirt, luckly no one noticed it, too engrossed in their talks or being too drunk.

He quickly found your wet lips and started to play with them.

"So wet for me, do you like to be touched when others are around? Do you need an audience?"

You could not move. Too afraid that someone would notice, but you could also not denie how well you felt. His fingers teasting you, touching you but not being inside yet. You tried to move and make Banda's fingers go inside you, he laughted in response but accepted your need and pushed two without warning causing you to gasp.

"You alright (y/n)?" A fellow coworker asked watching you with worry.

You just nodded giving a shy smile.

Banda moved his fingers, he streched your walls, collecting your juices and looking for your G spot.

"Will you moan for me?" Banda asked in a low tone. His ring finger now massaging your G spot making your legs tremble.

You wanted to, and knew you would be in serious problems later if you did not. But how? Even if everyone was drunk right now it still felt...bad.

Banda was not happy with your silence, he went down to whisper in your ear....

"Listen, now im angry, this is going to happen, im going to pull a orgasm from you, right here and now. Oh dont try to get free from my lap now, you know what waits you at home? You wont be able to go to work tomorrow after it"

Banda was never just talk, he did what he told you. Using your juices as lubricant he kept pushing against your G spot, as well as whispering degrading words that should not turn you on so much.

"You are such a slut, I knew you liked being watched when you die that live, what? Thoguht I did not know? You are so naughty yet you play to be so innocent"

You tried to warn Banda, but he knew before you even had the chance to tell him.

And just as the evil he is, he stopped. Pulled his fingers out and passed them over his lips.

"What? Do you believe you deserve to cum? You have been liking this too much. Maybe at home..we can do a new tape....just for you and me"

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

fandom: alice in borderland

characters: chishiya shuntaro, banda sunato!!

summary: they meet you again in the borderlands, thinking they'll never see you again after getting there.

warning(s): medication, psychiatry, badly written feelings (i gotta get a hang of it, it's my first writing with them )):), past is in italics

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀

word count: 1.682k

coming home to the beach after a game, he felt a little tired. nothing special happened, watching other survivors running around in the hallways of a building was quite interesting. 

suddenly, something got into his eyesight. on the beach, on his favourite place on the top of the building, someone stood. they didn’t notice him, they just stood there, looking down at the people without any movement. who was that brave to stand there? it was dangerous, they could fall in any minute, and it was only used by him and sometimes niragi —he knew he smoked some weed up there with his friends, he heard it when he wanted to go up there to think. this person wasn’t a scaredy cat, he thought. who were them? before he began to walk into the building of the beach, where the tárgyaló terem was, he saw the hatter sitting on one of the sunbeds, between pretty girls. maybe he knew, if he let them there. 

“hey, hatter.”

“chishiya, hey! come, sit here, there’s plenty of seats.” the girls beside hatter smiled at him, but he wasn’t affected.

—

before y/n, he wouldn’t think that he could ever feel flustered by a girl, or even a person. he merely knew other people’s reaction, sometimes even by just looking at them. but with y/n, he didn’t know what was gonna be her next move or words that came out from her mouth. she wasn’t even a normal girl, with abilities like hers she couldn’t even be simple. they got to know each other when y/n were at the psychiatry in the same hospital as him. he got to know that she went there with her little brother, but instead of her brother, it was her who needed help in the end. for the first time, he talked to his colleagues from psychiatry. it turned out that y/n had the highest iq in her age in the whole of japan, based on tests. but her emotional intelligence lacked things like guilt, or spaced out and slept for whole days. he got to know that she even skipped school just to sleep or be with herself in her room, generating conflict with her parents and her teachers from school. y/n loved one person and one person only; her brother. her love for him was stronger than anything, she always protected him and even bullied other kids in his brother’s class when she saw them bugging her brother, to the point that some of the kids needed to change schools because of their mental problems. not to say that she was beautiful too; sure, her mother and father were also fine-looking, but as she sat there, in the chair, like a statue of psychopathism, she was something else. 

the first time he met her, it was an accident. he wanted to get some snacks and to relieve stress with a little walk around the hospital. going down to the vending machine, he noticed somebody else. great, now he can wait for another clumsy being to pick out their snacks with high cholesterol and sugar intake. when he got there, he noticed that it was a girl, with the same h/c hair and the same body type. 

it was y/n. 

she waited for her snack to come, but then, the curled steel that could roll out the bag stopped. instead of doing anything, y/n looked at the glass window, trying to press buttons. she really wasn’t the violent type, instead, she analyzed the situation. but with a vending machine, there weren't many things she could do. chishiya walked up beside her, bumping the side of the machine. the snack fell down, so the girl could take it out. the perfume of her crawled up to his nose. her hair smelled good, it wasn’t the cheap shampoo the hospital gave to their patients, her hair was silky and shiny, like she didn’t just lay everyday on the couch of one of his colleagues. 

“it needs a little push.” 

y/n nodded, grabbing out the bag from under. as chishiya picked his snack, she stayed there, just watching him. glancing to the side to check if she still was there, and not just disappearing like a ghost, chishiya saw that she was still standing there, and she didn’t even look away when he caught her red-handed. her eyes were a little bit wide, and they were talking about her feelings. and now, they told chishiya that she was curious. 

“did you figure it out for a long time?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. chishiya looked at her, as she pointed to the side of the machine. it was full of handprints and little signs that he and his colleagues as well tried to get out their snacks in a way, until they found the right place to push. she really was smart.

“yes. i’m chishiya, pediatric cardiac surgeon.” he said, as he reached out his hand for her to shake. 

“i know.” y/n answered, shaking his hand. “it’s on your card.” she added. 

“why are you here?” he asked as they sat down. y/n looked away, like she was thinking. 

“my parents think i’m a psychopath. but i just don’t like anybody else other than my family… my little brother.” she said. she wasn’t keeping things from him, her speaking tone was clean and simple. 

“so you think you’re fine?” he asked as he picked a piece from his snack. y/n nodded. she was so small in the big building, yet he knew that she wasn’t there without a reason. sliding her snack on the table, she smiled a little bit. 

“do you want some?” 

a little after that, it came out that y/n was hypersensitive, and since his brother was the closest to her, she fixated on his feelings since his childhood. it was like some separation anxiety she couldn’t beat down when she was a child, and they had nothing to do with her smartness. 

“wait, why are you so interested in her?” his colleague, who y/n’s psychiatrist was, asked. chishiya shrugged his shoulders. 

“just never found anybody like her.” 

and it was true. 

—

“hatter, don’t you know who that person is?” he asked as he pointed up to the top of the building, still seeing his lover. hatter looked up too, nodding. 

“yeah, yeah i know her! she came today when you were at your game, but she didn’t say anything. she had four cards, gave them to us, and it contained two cards we didn’t even have! other than that, she didn’t even say her name. although she didn’t seem troublesome, she didn’t react to anything when niragi or aguni threatened her. niragi fumed and wanted to shoot her, but what could we do with a dead brain as good as hers? we agreed that as long as she stays, we have a better chance to escape from this world. can i ask you something, chishiya?” 

chishiya nodded, eyes not breaking from the girl’s form. 

“what would that be?” 

“please follow her or watch out for her. she didn’t promise that she would stay here, and i don’t want to lose her because of her brain and abilities. might give her a rank between us, but i want you to think about this too.” 

he nodded again. watching out for her is gonna be easy, and deciding that she would have a place between the leaders is gonna be easier. with y/n’s mind, they should watch out, but he didn’t worry. walking up on the stairs and opening the door, she was still there. the wind blew her hair, as she stood right before the sun, her figure curved out black. sure, he would notice if she walked down beside her, but just like their first meet, he wanted to make sure. stepping closer and closer to her, he knew she knew he was coming up to him, but she didn’t turn around. when he was only two steps away from her, she sighed. chishiya felt happiness. calmness. relief. that he can sleep again with her in his arms. that he can hold her hand if he wants to concentrate. that he can look at her for reassurance, as she always knows everything. that she remembered her, against the fact that they didn’t get here together. that she found him again. that he isn’t alone in this world, just like he was before he met her in the empty hospital hallway. before he could know everything about her, before he got to know that the only other person she can truly love is him. and that he can truly love him too. 

stepping behind her, his lips were beside her ear. her hair held the same pure, sweet smell he first smelled. 

“you found me.” 

turning around, he could finally look her into her eyes. they held happiness and the same relief he felt. grabbing a lock of his hair, she smiled a little before she kissed him. bringing y/n away from the edge of the top of the building so nobody could see them, chishiya brushed her face. in the next moment, soft lips crashed into each other, just like they used to, grabbing the back of her head and her waist, she held one of his hands with hers, the other held his face. he couldn’t get enough of her, only her movements and the way she hold onto him woke up the fire in him, what he thought he never gonna feel again as he was separated from y/n. 

“hatter told me to look after you and not to let go of you”, he said as they heavily separated from each other. y/n blinked. “but i wasn't planning on either. how long did you plan to stay on the beach?” 

the girl leaned into his hand that slid from the back of her head to her cheeks, looking up at him. 

“as long as you stay too. i don't go anywhere without you again.” 

—

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀

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she was the craziest girl he ever knew. 

not in the fun and simple meaning of crazy, but crazy crazy. doing things without a second thought, laughing at serious situations from the deep of her lungs, not caring about the meetings with her psychiatrist, not taking her meds. they were friends since childhood, but when y/n moved away, they lost contact, the first meeting as two grown people was when banda’s friends dragged him to a party. there were around thirty people dancing to the music, drinking as much as they could, and doing usual things people do when they’re at a party on a friday night. banda knew he felt something for her even when they were twelve years old, beside that even then, she was showing the signs of madness –burning her skin intentionally, chewing violently at her nails, or doing dangerous things against her parents’ yelling and hollering. maybe this was the cause that she moved away, he didn’t know back then. and now that he saw her again, he couldn’t care less. banda was listening to his friends’ talk, but then, a blood-curdling scream sounded, and as he heard, a bottle clashed against something. 

“i said, that leave me alone, fucker!” a girl screamed, and everybody looked in the way of the noise. for a moment, everybody stopped. banda saw the same girl he used to know; her hair and makeup was different from the past, but it was the same way she carried herself, the same way she screamed, the same way she held something –now the broken bottle, beside her, a guy was lying with a bleeding head, moveless. so he was the one who tried to step over her boundaries, banda thought. y/n looked around, wiping her nose. “what? he… he tried to rape me! don’t look at me, just be busy with your own business, fuckers!” she yelled as she stormed out of the door. 

“that’s a crazy bitch” one of his friends said, sipping from his drinks. 

“yeah, maybe the sex could be good with her, sex is always good with crazy chicks. but i would be scared that she’d cut off my dick” another said, but banda couldn’t concentrate anymore. what if he can never see her again? disappearing into tokyo’s streets, he didn’t know her phone number, where she lived, or what she did. 

“i have to go now”, banda said as he ran after y/n. some of his friends shouted after him to have a good time and good luck with her, and to protect what he has to protect. he ran as fast as he could, hoping she stopped at some point of the street. he had luck; y/n stood in front of the crossway, trying to lit her cigarette. as she cracked again and again her lighter, she became more and more nervous. picking out his own, banda collected all his courage. 

“hey, uhm… do you want mine?” he asked, and y/n turned her head into his way. she nodded. 

“yeah, yeah… thank you” she said, as she accepted the fire and lit her cigarette. “what do you want?” she asked, like she was testing him. banda gulped; she was the only girl from the beginning who could make her nervous, but in a good way. 

“just… saw that you broke that bottle against that guy’s head, and… wanted to ask if we knew each other from somewhere.” he knew that his speech was curved to another way, but she didn’t mind. maybe because her thoughts were the same twisted ones. examining his face, y/n’s eyes began to get bigger. 

“you are familiar from somewhere… but i don’t know, sorry, the meds take away all my memories…” she muttered, holding her temple. banda furrowed his eyebrows. medicines? for what? was she ill? 

“i think… we know each other from the past, i think. childhood? i’m banda sunato.” 

“banda… banda… hmm… i think i know that name. were you the boy who gave me flowers that he stole from the cemetery?” she asked, grinning. banda took away her cigarette, blowing it into her face. 

“i think you forgot that like every other girl.” 

y/n shook her head, laughing, linking her arms around his neck as she took back the cigarette. 

“i didn’t even forget when you said that you love me.” 

later, the night was spent talking, eating, and after a couple of drinks, they ended up having the most mind blowing sex they ever had with other people. y/n scratched his back and clawed at his shoulders and waist, but banda didn’t mind it –after all, he was all hers and never looked after other girls, only for a quick hook up, but nothing else. y/n’s body and soul was eating him up, and he didn’t want to dodge her bites –instead, he wanted to crawl into her mouth to feel the constant tingling in his whole body. y/n slept away quickly, and until banda was awake at dawn, he brushed her hair, kissing her forehead and the crown of her hair often, like they weren’t even met tonight, but they were together for years. banda didn’t want anybody else, he wanted y/n with all of her craziness and little antics that she showed. his mother even asked him when he was going to settle down, but he didn’t say anything, only shrugging his shoulders. he saw the meds on y/n’s drawer, they were all kinds of psychiatric stuff that could control her mind. they were all half empty, but as the dates showed, the last pieces should have been taken a few days ago too. is y/n really crazy? those things that she had as a little girl didn’t get better, but worse? before he could type the names of the medicine into the search bar of his phone, he heard a little shuffle behind him. 

“are you gonna leave me because i don’t take them?” y/n’s voice was quiet, as she crawled up to him. her breasts pressed to his back. banda turned around, kissing him, tilting up her chin as her drowsy eyes drank in his sight. 

“no. but you have to tell me why you gotta take them.” 

— 

he was wanted for killing four women. that’s what everybody knew, as the ‘tokyo ripper’ hid in one of the empty hallways of tokyo at midnight. but the main reason was to see y/n in a sedated state. they come to get her, since she didn’t signed up at her psychiatrist’s session from months now on, and her doctor signed her up into the ward of the incurable. when he went to see her in visitor's hour, she only nodded and looked behind him as banda talked to her; like he wasn't even there with her. the glint and shining went out from eyes, and while yes, she was crazy, but now, she was just an empty body without a soul. banda couldn’t watch her any longer; he felt desperate, and felt the need to change this somehow, but he couldn’t know how. the killing of four women was meaningless to him, he wanted to do the same crazy things so he could get together again with y/n, if he tells the police that he did these things because of some sickness in his mind. without y/n, he felt emptiness that nothing could satisfy; not even murder. 

“i’ll come back, y/n” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she was in his embrace, only a white hospital dress covering her body. y/n tilted her head into the crook of his neck, brushing his neck and hair with shaky moves. 

seeing the red and blue lights of the police cars illuminating on the walls, he began to run again. banda hoped that he could see her again; maybe in the psych ward, maybe before his death sentence. 

—

after the game ended, banda went out to breathe some fresh air. a little blood remained on his shirt, but he didn’t mind it –he could be himself in this world; he could do anything with anyone he wanted to, even in game, even outside of games. as he headed to the next arena and to get some food, he heard little klicks, like when someone wanted to light the cigarette. he slowly walked there; maybe they had weapons, or they were just making sounds to stalk anybody they could find. 

“fucking lighter, again? fuck this!” he heard a murmur. banda’s heart began to beat faster –it was familiar, so familiar. wasn’t dull, but sharp and clear. stepping out from behind the wall, he saw her again. 

y/n was off meds, sparkling and full of emotions –not the very best emotions a person could imagine, but she was there again. her soul in her body. she was fortunately the complete opposite of what he saw as when they last saw each other. before his arrest, before her dictatorial medication, before this strange world. banda gave up the hope to see her, he thought that she stayed in the normal world, if the normal world even existed. as she noticed him, she turned around, grabbing her knife from behind her back, ready to strike. however, as soon as she realized who was standing in front of her, the knife fell out from her hand. 

she began to run, and stopped right before him, stumbling a little. lifting up her hand to reach his face, her hand was slow, like she didn’t believe he was there. banda took her hand, and made it touch the skin of his cheek, dragging it across his face, down to his pulse on his neck. he didn’t know he needed her touch so much; every little brush with her little fingertips woke up parts in him he thought he forgot long ago. y/n’s breath agitated; she gulped with teary eyes. 

“you came back to me.” 

she remembered what he said to her, when she was at her lowest. banda smiled, brushing the hair out from her face. banda felt as if his heart missed a beat at her eyes, full of hope, that only he saw when he promised her on their first morning after that he’s never going to leave her. never going to leave her by his choice. only life was cruel to them. 

“i promised you.” 

before he could say anything else, y/n pulled down his head to kiss him with full force; they were biting, licking and gasping into the kiss as banda gave in everything he could too. pulling her closer by her waist, he wanted to swallow more and more from the familiar, sweet feeling he felt every time he made love to her. 

in that moment, as they communicated with only touches, kisses, moans and gasps, they both knew they didn't want to get back to the normal world, the world they lived in before. y/n didn’t want to take meds, and banda didn’t want to see her again in that hopeless state. whatever tantrum or attack she gets, he’s gonna help her, as he did before. and banda, he didn’t want to get back because of the death sentence, and because this was the most beautiful world he ever lived in –with all its brutal rules and games. y/n didn’t want to be away from him too, they wanted to be crazy and bad together as long as death didn’t take them apart. 

they loved each other stronger than any law and boundary. and in this world, nothing could stop them from being together. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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Masterlist: Alice in Borderland

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya x Reader

That's my girl @werelosingdaylight -> (Suguru Niragi Sister) Intimate mornings @werelosingdaylight Reunion @luvxkdrama Let's play @haloshornsinkstains Jack of Heart @saskiahaggens -> (Blind!Reader) Antidote @archieimagines Dazed and confused @riseatlantisss Safe and warm @riseatlantisss Second, first meeting @buckyarchives An apple a day @vvagustd -> (Sick!Reader) All over again @writing-fanics Only @heart4kuina Aboard @heart4kuina Cookies @ang3liclov3ly Change of hearts @sweetflanfiction Burden @nozomi-akamivt [Not named] @nineteenninety-six Back to you @eufezco Charisma @borderlinebox The Flicker of a Candle, the Soaring of a Flame @engardeitsme King of my heart @aliceinborderlandscrolls Candy sushi @aliceinborderlandscrolls How to make a chesire blush @aliceinborderlandscrolls [Not named 2] @chichix Yes, gently as always, softly caress my trembling cheek @thedivineflowers -> (Younger Sibling!Reader) You licked me!! @aliceinborderlandsquidgame What's missing? @vin-taege

Banda x Reader

[Not named] @nineteenninety-six Solitary confinement @iheartgeto -> (NSFW) Laughter @omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds Follow me to Hell @nikky-the-writer Game of trust @mikanotes AiB x Reader

Love in a band aid box @halbravd -> (Aib Boys) Jealousy jealousy @halbravd -> (Mention NSFW) Regular at Karube’s bar @archieimagines You scared me @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Stop playing dumb @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Put some clothes on @aliceinborderlandscrolls -> (Kyuuma x Reader) Turn me up @riseatlantisss -> (Rockstar!Kyuuma x Reader) NSFW

[awonderfulliar]

We match. Part 2

Banda Sunato x reader

here's part 1: https://at.tumblr.com/awonderfulliar/we-match/mc444pdw7f6k

It had been a few hours since you and Banda had began walking. He was still holding your hand. That was quite strange actually. Why the hell was he holding it? Why aren't you doing anything about it? Safe to say, your cheeks were getting warmer each time he caressed your skin with his thumb. Silence could have seemed weird to anyone else, anywhere else. But here, in the Borderlands, with you two: it didn't feel that strange. Quite natural actually. Very natural even. You thought he was very attractive (even if a bit psychotic, you'll admit) and he seemed to have taken enough interest in you to keep you alive in the jack of hearts game. You owed him your life even if you didn't want to accept it. Or maybe you already accepted it. Maybe you wanted to owe him something. It was easier this way: you could pretend to have a valid reason to be this enticed by his person.

What even where you doing? Why did you ask him to come with you? And why did he, a serial killer, accept? Banda wasn't quite sure if he understood his previous choices or what the best course of actions was. He was just a tiny bit lost right now. It was pleasant, sure, but almost scary for him. Almost. He liked the way your skin felt against his. He wanted to explore this feeling, he wanted his skin to know yours better. It wasn't sexual (or not entirely at least); it just felt like a normal craving, like thirst and hunger.

However, real hunger pointed its nose as it you two hadn't eaten in now quite a while. You let go of his hand to hold your stomach as a growl as starting to escape out of it. It wasn't loud but he heard it.

-Hungry?

-What do you think? You ironically answered with a very small smile.

Banda turned around and started walking away from you as you stopped to watch him.

-You're not gonna find food back there... we would've seen it otherwise.

He didn't respond and started wandering off the path. You just stood there watching him getting further and further away.

-C'mon Banda, you're gonna get lost.

You didn't know what to do. You didn't want to stay there like that. But if you left he wouldn't find you again. So you went against your better judgement and waited. That gave you a chance to think. What were you doing with that guy? What were you thinking taking his hand like he was some kind a romantic interest in this awful, terrifying world? This wasn't the time to feel this way for anyone... especially not for a sociopath like him. You should leave. You should run off. Right now. Why aren't you leaving right now?

-Still hungry?

You emerged out of your sea of thoughts to find Banda in front of you with a dead rabbit in his hand and a soft smile on his lips. It was so weird to see him smile in broad daylight. You somewhat wanted to see more of it. You forgot to show the disgust you had for the killed animal he held. You just smiled in return.

-So?

-Yeah, my hunger didn't disappear in five minutes. Of course I'm still hungry.

You two stopped, started a fire, and Banda prepared the rabbit. The sun started to set and the light of the flames shun or Banda's forearms. You eyed his movements, wondering how a man trapped in such a horrible landscape could be so calm, precise, collected, and... sweet. You pinched yourself at that thought. He wasn't sweet. He didn't blink at all those dead people at the game. He didn't care.

-It's ready.

"Thanks" did you say as he handed you a leg of the rabbit. You both ate in silence. He watched you with his usual calm look. You, on the other hand, weren't calm. The stress, fatigue, or something else made you bite your tong harshly at the last bite of your food. You hissed in pain and closed your eye by reflex. When you opened them, Banda was standing near you. His hand was levitating over your thigh, not touching it yet.

-Are you okay? He said in a funny tone, amused at the situation.

-Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing.

As you spoke, he noticed your teeth were stained with blood, not from diner, but your own.

-Open your mouth.

-Damn... buy a girl dinner first, alright?

-I did.

You laughed slightly as your lips spread in smile bigger than it should have been. He smiled too, yet again calm, resting his hand on your thigh. You opened your mouth.

-It's not deep, but still... what if it gets infected?

-It's in my mouth... it's not going to get infected. Nothing's getting in there.

He smiled again. You wanted to laugh and kid around again with him but as you were going to say something, noises came from your left.

A group of people were coming your way. Banda grabbed your hand hastily and rushed away from the noises. Next thing you know you were running. Your hand in his. A branch scratched your face, leaving a fine cut on your cheek. The freezing air made it impossible for you to notice; you couldn't feel your face. Actually, you couldn't feel anything beside Banda's hand holding yours. You could hear the sound of your feet running on the ground. You could hear him breathing heavily next to you, not yet out of breath like you were.

You stopped. You had no more breath, or energy in you. Banda looked at you. Your hands had separated when you ceased running. Your chest was going up and down, trying to find what you needed to keep running. He watched your chest heave with panic at each trembling breath. He held out his hand towards you, trying to get you to grab it. You looked at him straight in his eyes. You gathered all of the breath you had gotten back to say:

-Why did we run? We don't know who those people were. They could have been friendly.

-Have you ever met someone friendly in these lands?

You stared at him straight in the eyes with a look in your eyes that was meant to say "are you not supposed to be friendly? Am I not, myself, friendly?". His eyes slowly lowered to the ground.

-It's not supposed to be like this you know. His voice was calm, low, hardly hearable. He raised his hand to swipe the drop of blood from the cut on your cheek. We're not supposed to be friendly, you and I. You took his hand and lowered it, leaving his hand in yours. We're supposed to betray each other at some point, to let the other die, or worst, kill them.

-The world is not supposed to be like this. And as the words continue flowing, you let his hand go. He doesn't move. We shouldn't be playing these games. They're the ones that are wrong. They're the ones that should be fixed, not us, not our behavior to one another. I won't betray you. I'm tired of betraying people. It's not right. It shouldn't be.

-It's the way it is, I'm afraid.

-Will you betray me? You looked at Banda with an impassive look in your eyes. You didn't want him to see his answer would affect you more than it should.

He didn't answer. Just starred at you with, for the first time, a worried look on his face. He wasn't worried about you betraying him. He wasn't worried about him betraying you. He was worried about him not betraying you. He was worried about his implacable sense of survival, his careless intelligence being affected by you. By a person he just met a few days ago. He was worried about what you would... or what you could do to him.

But you didn't see that. You saw a young man you thought you could trust incapable of confirming he wouldn't betray you. And in these trying times, you couldn't risk it.

-Then... Banda... I guess this is goodbye.

You turned around, and walked. Away. Away from him. Away from the uncertainty that came with feelings. It was okay, you guessed, to leave someone you weren't sure would stand by you no matter what. It was okay, you thought, to leave.

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It had been a few days since you left Banda in the woods. Right now, you needed to "renew your visa". In other words, you needed to participate in a game. So you picked a "hide and seek" you found in the streets and decided, once again, to risk your life for the pleasure of uncertainty of death.

The game began. You started running around, avoiding the men in horses' masks and climbing different walls to stay hidden. At some point, you were cornered by a seeker with an assault riffle and a guy you had met in a previous game who wanted you dead. He remembered, for you survived in that game by betraying his fiancee. She died because of you. He wasn't letting you pass him, leaving you helpless to face a tall man with a gun and a mask. As you were realizing that you were quite in a pickle, a shadow passed the guy blocking your way and a knife quickly made its way to your opposant's back. You weren't looking his way though, more focused on the horse head guy that had just noticed your presence. As his finger pulled the trigger, a hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you toward the escape. You had no time to assess the situation, as the same hand that saved you, was grabbing yours and making you run away from the man with the riffle. As you found yourself in a safe looking corned, you saw your last minute savior. Banda. You wanted to say something but something was making you dizzy. So dizzy that you fell unconscious the next minute.

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When you woke up, Banda was sitting near you. You could only see his back. You didn't make a sound. You looked down to see a bandage covering your whole stomach, a red stain on your left side. Your shirt was lying next to a metal plate with what looked like the pieces of a small bullet. A dirty cup of water and a weird soup were disposed not far from Banda's calm body. You grabbed the water in silence and brought it to your lips. As you drank, some water spilled on your chest, making you shiver. A bra and a pair of pants weren't enough to keep you warm. Banda turned around as he heard you put the cup down.

-You're awake. Good. How do you feel?

-Why did you save me?

-How do you feel?

You didn't answer him in an immature attempt to regain control of a situation long gone out of your area of comfort.

-I followed you. Wasn't hard to. I saw you were in difficulty. I intervened.

-Why?

-I thought your little speech about not betraying people and helping one another was quite inspiring.

-I never said we should help each other.

-It was implicit.

You looked away for a second. The sun was rising. It was a nice view.

-Thank you. Did you say, your head turned away from him.

-Again. How do you feel? Did he say, his gaze still locked on you.

You touched a bit of the blood that was dripping from the bandage, and touched the left side of his stomach with the tip of your fingers.

-Look! We match.

You smiled in an idiotic childlike manner, forgetting it was blood and not paint you had on your hand.

-We do.

He smiled back in that enigmatic way that drew you in the first time you two met. You leaned a bit closer, the pain in your stomach not being able to convince your body to stay away from Banda's. He leaned in too, his eyes sparking with a tiny bit of curiosity. You laughed at the strangeness of the situation and your lips touched on his. You finally kissed him, with the fervor of people who had waited enough to do as they like. He kissed you back, putting his right hand on your back to support your body's weight. His calm attitude got overtaken by what seemed to you like excitation and you felt the laid back demeanor switch to a more passionate encounter. You smiled against his lips only for him to say:

-No, I won't betray you.

[brokenloverr24]

"like for lunch"

Sounds like the most canon thing banda has ever said

aib vs. i want a baby.

⪧ niragi suguru,

⪧ chishiya shuntaro,

⪧ hikari kuina,

⪧ yuzuha usagi,

⪧ daikichi karube,

⪧ ryohei arisu,

⪧ sunato banda,

[chishiyasbiscuits]

solitary! || banda x reader

[2.2k words.] [Warning: Banda Sunato - A literal serial killer. Smutty🤭 I heard people were down bad for this guy. Probably OOC, I was only experimenting. Public fucking, choking, slight degradation, slight non-con, orgasm denial, biting, fingering, dirty talk. I think that's all😬.]

Solitary confinement, what an interesting game for an interesting girl. I was more than accustomed to the concept of prison cells, and lonesome nights against drab, grey walls. I was comfortable with the types of people I'd find in such locations and knew, like the mildly intelligent person I was, that no one here was to be trusted. Nor did they, in turn, deserve my trust. That's not to say I couldn't pass on a fake, deceiving type of trust.

I hummed at my pickings. Groups of wavering souls, dividing into groups, lead simply by one being. They were sheep - Lost puppies. Born into this hellish scape just to follow. That, in itself, was a sign of weakness. Naivety and too much trust in one leader could spiral into consequences no man would desire.

"Tell me my suit and I'll say yours." A voice spoke, with much desperation. Yet in their tone, an unattractive amount of force rose to the surface. I lifted my brows, turning to face the man beside me. He appeared edgy. With dark, messy hair, that draped over his left eye like a patch.

"Bold." I stated simply. Flicking my gaze up his pathetic stance. "Are you really that desperate?" I questioned and the man lowered his head into a nod. "Answer this." I whispered, toning down my voice, and stepping closer to his form. He tensed, face disturbingly easy to read. "Why should I inform you?" I spoke, eyes dropping to his mouth.

"Uh." He appeared stuck. "I- I'll tell you yours? It's a good deal!" He seemed unsure, and his words wavered. I scoffed and took in his features. Scanning the regret in his one visible eye. "I can ask anyone in this room. You're not special." My face fell and I spoke with such an earnest tongue, his eye widened and he backed away from my figure. "I'm sorry ma'am. I'll ask someone else." He bowed, scurrying off in such a pathetic manner, I almost became disgusted. Though the obvious power I held over him seemed to lift my mood.

I watched, criticizing him as he asked a fellow participant. One that had previously caught my eye. Banda Sunato. A tall, broad-shouldered man. With a charismatic smile, and appealing puppy shaped eyes. He was handsome, gorgeous, pretty, but a fucking psycho. He was a serial killer, the causing death of four innocent women. Almost five..

Fortunately, the fifth famously escaped his grasp. Ultimately giving him in and enduring a harsh several months with him in court. He was sentenced to death, and the woman was pleased with her work, though that only ignited more anger in her jaws as she clenched them at the sight of her almost killer.

I was the fifth.

Banda freed a held-back frustration within my features. I loathed him, and the way he spurred butterflies against the lining of my stomach made me despise him more. A love-hate relationship with a convicted murderer.

I had been staring, and the thoughts spiralled until I caught his eyes. Amused, and gleaming against the light as he traced his hungry gaze across my skin. I was the one who got away. The one he had sworn to find, capture and kill if seen again.

He stretched out his neck and straightened his posture. All attention had been sweeped from the edge lord by his side, and now his undivided awareness was set on me. I swallowed, averting my gaze before settling on heading toward the cafeteria. There was no need to be afraid. I was safe, for now.

I hastily took my feet down the dark, dusted floors. Landing myself in a large room, packed from the ground to the ceiling in a wide variety of snacks. I composed myself. Slipping my hand from my side and sliding my fingers over a packet of cookies.

"How fortunate am I?"

"I don't want to speak to you." I replied bluntly. Fixing my hair as I plucked my desired snack from it's place. I spun on my heel, only to meet Banda's fiery gaze. Set on nothing but my face. My breath hitched and he took my arms, sticking me to the shelves, and trapping me with his chest and ribs. "Oh, but you wanted to speak on that night.." He whispered, a sense of teasing in his tone. I remained still, disgust reaching my expression as he lowered his head. Keeping eye-contact until he reached my jaw. "You were more than pleased to cry out my name."

He planted his soft lips on my skin. Kissing my jawline with such a delicacy, you wouldn't have thought he was a serial killer. A monster. "I wouldn't do that." I strained my voice, tilting my head away from his touch. Something burned against my face and I cursed at how obvious my flusterment had become. My chest twisted at the feel of his rough palms. Falling onto my hips, and holding me into place. He gripped harder, releasing a low chuckle against my ear. "Why's that, baby?" He found this fascinating. Almost hilarious.

There was no use in me fighting back, yet I couldn't let him know how much my body craved him. "You're pathetic, thinking I don't know how much you need me." He whispered sternly, lifting his head and setting his intense stare on my eyes. "You think I don't know what's going on down here?" He questioned, though it was rhetorical, as his left hand stroked my inner thigh, and suddenly his slender fingers trailed over the wet patch on my pants.

"I'm not scared of you." I managed out, through the gap in my lips. "No?" He asked. "You should be." Two of his fingers hooked my pants, and moved the fabric to the side. I gasped lightly at the contact of cold air, until my clit was met with his fingertip. Gliding between my folds and brushing over my sensitive heat. "You really should be." He repeated, but lower, against the skin of my neck. He licked at my throat, and sucked at the flesh, all while he slipped in one of his thin fingers. He curled it inside of me, provoking a soft moan from my lips. "You.." I froze, squeezing my eyes shut. "You can't kill me...weapons and murder are.." A chuckle was muffled by my damp skin, and Banda sunk a second finger inside of me. "Prohibited!" I half-whimpered, biting harshly on the flesh of my lip.

"I can still fuck you." He whispered, lips brushing over my neck. Leaving the ghost of a kiss. He raised his head and glared deep into my glossed over eyes. His lips twitched into a smirk - Sadistic, but undeniably attractive. He lifted his spare hand and set it gently on my cheek. "Y/n, y/n." He spoke my name and I bit down harder. Mistakenly pushing my hips down against his fingers. They pumped into me, luring my orgasm, as well as the truth of my fondness for him.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tilting and letting his head fall subtly to the side. "This won't be fun unless I fuck you into insanity." He stated. His tone soft, despite his words meaning. "So I'll only grant you a release when you admit how much you crave me."

My eyes widened. "Please.." I unknowingly whimpered, begging for him to cast me some sort of pleasure. He simply smirked at my desperate attempts, fingering me mercilessly until my eyes rolled, and my head slammed against the wooden frame of the shelves behind me. "Banda!" I cried, sweat forming on my brow. He swiped his tongue against his lips, removing his fingers and shoving the two digits between my lips. "Suck." He commanded, and I obliged. Swirling my tongue over his fingertips. Tasting my own arousal. He appeared content, slowly sliding his fingers from my mouth, and dragging down my lower lip. He dropped his hand and replaced it with his lips. Soft and rough. Moving against mine with such a deep passion, my body was again, heating at the interaction.

He pulled away and traced my pained features with his stare. How my eyes had became watery with the denial, and how my lips had became swollen at how hard I had been biting down. "Do you like the way I touch you?" He whispered gently, manoeuvring his hands to sit either side of my head. He pushed himself closer, and my inner thigh was greeted by his hard cock, clothed by his jeans. He rubbed himself over me, grinding into my soaking pussy. The soft fabric applied pressure to my clit, and the mere fact his twitching dick was beneath these confines made my stomach drop and twist. "Banda, please, I can't take this.." I admitted, whining as I gripped his broad shoulders. Steadying myself as I rocked on his boner. "Stop teasing me!" I cried out, whimpering and moaning at the feel of his warmth against me. Banda lowered his head, grunting against my earlobe. His hot breath hit my neck and I dropped my head back, parting my lips.

"I'll fuck you with my cock right here." He groaned, biting down on the skin of my neck. Leaving behind a fresh, purple mark. His teeth grazed the muscle and I clenched my thighs, brushing myself against his dick. "All I need is for you to admit what a whore you are for me." He spoke, breaths strangled as he sunk his teeth into my flesh. I let out a silent moan, opening my lips and closing my eyes.

"Fuck! I want you, fuck...please, Banda.." My voice lowered. "I don't care anymore, just fuck me."

I hadn't had to ask twice. His pants were already unzipped and his large cock had already been freed. He slipped the length into his hands, biting onto his lip as he pumped the shaft a few times. I composed myself, fingers curling over the edge of his shirt. I creased the fabric, and my nails dug into his clothed skin as I felt him enter. He sunk inside of me, grunting softly at the way my walls clenched and tightened around his much-wanted cock.

"Fuck." He whispered, pleasure and lust shrouding his mind. His breaths became ragged as he slid his hands up my body, across my exposed collarbone, and against my neck - Where he clamped his palms around my throat. Squeezing gently as he rutted into me. His thumbs rubbed, and circled my airways sensually. I was gasping, letting out strangled and strained sobs, mixed with hot, pleasured moans. "Ruin me...please." I let out an airy breath. Staring at his features through damp lashes.

Banda groaned, squeezing roughly around my throat as I choked. He filled me, sinking his cock into me until I began hyperventilating beneath his touch. "Fuck, like that." He almost whined, "Squeeze around my cock like that, baby." His breaths were airy and I moaned at the way he entered me. Fucking into me like an animal. I clenched around him, head going dizzy at both the lack of air and abundance of pleasure. "Banda!" I cried softly. "I'm gonna cum, please."

"Do you...think you're deserving of it?" He spoke, hesitating to catch his breath every few words. My eyes grew and I subtly struggled in his grip. "Banda!" I whined. He found that amusing, and lowly chuckled, inhaling sharply as my high arrived. He twitched and a short whimper fell from his wet lips. "Cum for me, baby." Banda whispered. "Cum on my cock."

He smirked, eyes filled with ecstasy, as he pounded into me. Bathing in the lewd moans I gifted him, and the way I recited his name. Crying it like a sacred prayer. "Banda, please!" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut as I gasped and came on his cock. He slipped into me, each thrust deeper than the last. His fingers tightened around my throat, and quite frankly, I felt as if I were on the verge of fainting. The pleasure was overwhelming.

"Fuck, Y/n." He let slip, moaning as his last thrust triggered his arrival. He pushed himself deep inside of me, slapping his pelvis and balls against me as he came. He filled me, breathing heavily as his cum spread against my insides. I gasped out a muffled moan. "Banda.." I whispered, eyelids fluttering to a close. My head tilted to the side and he sighed in pleasure. Taking his large palms and gripping my shoulders. I fell against his chest, too tired to lift my legs. "You love me." Banda whispered, pride filling his malicious smile. He fixed himself up before grasping my legs, and handling me into a bridal hold. "You wish.." I breathed out against his chest, smirking with the remainder of my energy. I could feel his heartbeat, and his chest shake as he chuckled.

Grey smeared past me in the form of cell walls. Though I couldn't be too sure. My consciousness drifted past me, circling over my dazed head like a sea.

"I see I haven't fucked you into insanity yet?" He breathed. An obvious smirk on his features. "Round two?"

[airbendertendou]

75 with banda for your even? this is so fun!

yandere-ish number 75 + banda sunato

“OBSESSED ABOUT IT, HEAVY FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS!”

he had kept an eye on you for a while now. darkened, cocoa colored eyes pierced into every move you made ; watched every inch of you. you ignored it - you tried to ignore it, at least. ignore the looming figure that seemed to follow you everywhere you went.

a new game was due soon. you weren't desparate to add days onto your visa, but you liked to keep a schedule - liked to stay with the grim habit. your worn out shoes clicked on the pavement as you walked toward the bright lights of an apartment building.

before you can enter, your arm is snatched and you're dragged into an alleyway.

you don't fight - why would you when the rules of this world don't exist? instead, you relax your body fully, the deadweight making it harder for your captor to drag you further down the alley. they drop you to the cemented floor - you sag against the wall and take a breath.

the sound of crying - begging - snaps you back to reality. the game you were heading to has already begun, if the screams told you anything. two figures are in front of you - one curled up on the ground, the other standing above them menacingly.

a glint of silver catches your eyes as the cries are cut abruptly as the standing person turns to you. banda grins as he crouches down, revelling in the way you don't seem frightened of him.

"finally," he breathes, "have you all to my self."

your eyes dart to the crumpled body, "are they dead?"

"probably." his voice is uncaring as he doesn't even look to the body behind him. his gaze stays on you, as it always does. "they tried to take you from me, dove. take what's rightfully mine. couldn't let that happen, hm?"

by the time the sun rises again, you've moved to banda's safe space - his home for the time being. you're welcomed joyfully, his arms never lingering far from you and his voice always calm when speaking.

you don't know much about this world, but you trust this man to be your savior. even if it's for his own desires - his own obsessions.

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Ryohei Arisu

He finds out when you casually pay for both your meals—with a metal card that makes the waiter bow.

Arisu blinks. “Wait. That’s not just a credit card, is it?”

You just smirk. “Nope.”

He’s lowkey shook but not because you’re rich—because you never acted like it.

“You could’ve told me you were a secret heiress, you know.”

Then he laughs and pulls you close. “But I gotta admit… you being rich just makes you hotter.”

Daikichi Karube

Karube finds out when you pull up in a custom sports car and casually say, “My fourth favorite.”

He stops mid-beer sip. “What do you mean fourth?”

You hand him the keys. “Wanna drive it?”

He’s into it.

“Damn, babe. You mean I’ve been dating a billionaire baddie this whole time?”

He’s proud, too. “You being rich? Just means I gotta work harder to deserve you.”

Chota Segawa

Chota is gobsmacked.You tell him you own a company,and he just stares.

“You’re what?! A CEO?!”

He panics like he’s underdressed just talking to you. “Do I need a suit? Should I bow?!”

You laugh and kiss his forehead.

He eventually calms down and gets so soft about it.

“I don’t care how rich you are… you’re still my angel. And I’d love you even if we lived in a cardboard box.”

Tatta Kōdai

He’s incredibly humble and down-to-earth, so when he finds out, he’s overwhelmed.

“You’re… rich? Like really rich?”

You nod, and he gets so flustered. “Why… why are you with someone like me?"

You hug him and say, “Because I don’t care about money—I care about you.”

He tears up. “I’ll never let anyone treat you like a wallet. You’re my love, not a checkbook.”

Oki Yaba

Yaba smirks the moment he finds out. “So that’s why you smell like success.”

He loves a powerful woman, especially one that can outbid countries on rare art.

“Damn. All this time I thought I was the dangerous one.”

He definitely starts plotting how to protect you from gold diggers and snakes.

“You’re rich, hot, and mine. The world should be afraid.”

Sunato Banda

He stares silently when he finds out. Just one long look.

“…Interesting.”

Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t praise, doesn’t insult. Just tucks that info into his mental arsenal.

“I’ll guard you like a vault,” he finally says. “Rich or not, you’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”

Then walks off like a shadow—already planning who to eliminate for looking at you wrong.

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma finds out and grins."Well damn, sugar mama. That explains the private concert tickets.”

He jokes, but deep down he’s impressed.

“You could’ve told me I was dating royalty. I’d have worn silk.”

He doesn’t care that you’re rich—he loves that you still dance barefoot in the rain.

“Money or not, I fell for your heart. The cash just makes our adventures sexier.”

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu doesn’t react much. You tell him, and he just nods.

“I suspected.”

You blink. “What?”

“Your shoes cost more than my law school.”

He respects your status but never treats you differently. “If anything, it makes sense. You carry yourself like someone born to lead.”

But he does subtly get more protective. Especially with people who might want to use you.

Takeru Danma (Hatter)

Hatter lives for drama. When you casually mention your family owns islands, he gasps theatrically.

“You’re a goddess! A queen! A deity among mortals!”

He throws himself on the couch like you just gave him a heart attack.

“Babe. Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve taken your yacht to Venus!"

But truthfully? He’s madly in love with you—not the money. He just thinks the fantasy of it all is fabulous.

Niragi Suguru

Niragi hears it and just grins.

“So you’re loaded, huh? That’s hot.”

He’s impressed. Not because of the wealth, but because you never needed him—you chose him.

“You’ve got the world in your hands… and still picked a monster like me. I’m honored, babe.”

Also, he lowkey fantasizes about wrecking your mansion in very... unholy ways.

Aguni Morizono

Aguni takes it seriously. When he finds out, he goes quiet for a bit.

“You’re rich? As in target-rich?"

You nod. He steps into protection mode immediately.

“We’ll need better security. I don’t trust people.”

But he also gets soft.

“You’re strong. You’ve built an empire. And I’ll make damn sure no one tears it down.”

Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

You tell him you're rich and he doesn’t even blink.

“Of course you are. You have queen energy.”

He starts referring to you as “The Empress”and offers to be your royal bodyguard, advisor, and executioner.

He also paints dramatic, gothic portraits of you in fur and gold.

“You belong on a throne. And I’ll build it in blood if I have to.”

Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya gives you a long, unreadable stare.

“You’re rich? Huh.”

He’s calm, cool, and maybe a little smug.

“I always knew you were above average.”

He doesn’t care about the money at all. He loves how smart and powerful you are.

But he does smirk more often. “So… wanna buy a private island and name it after me?”