#banda sunato smut

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Cries | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Can be read as a smutty part 2 of this fic.

Author's note: I've decided, he needs smut. I'll probably make another part where they actually join the jack of hearts game that will not feature explicit mature content so that those who don't want to read this can skip this.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mature content +18 (smut), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected (only because you won't get pregnant in the borderlands, anyone not there needs to wrap it), dub-con, violence, grammar and spelling mistakes.

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is enarmoured by her crying

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Banda looked around the apartment, picking up some objects, inspecting them and placing them back down. He knew this wasn’t really your apartment, and none of the things in here belonged to you either, but he wanted to pass the time. He was standing shirtless in the livingroom, his back toward the room that you disappeared in and he waited for you to get back with a new shirt.

“I hope this will fit your shoulders.” You broke the silence. You were trying to straighten out some wrinkles in the shirt while walking in the room. Banda didn’t turn around, but looked back and saw you with the promised light blue button up shirt.

“It looks too big.” He said, but walked over and took it anyway. Oh shit. You immediately turned around when you realised he was indeed without shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” You hastily said. Banda didn’t answer you. So prude, he thought.

“You can turn around again.” You heard him say and you let out a breath of relief before turning around to look at him.

“The shirt's not too big, just a little bit on the long side. You could always tuck it away?” You offered.

Banda looked down at his shirt and back up at you. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean. You should demonstrate.” He didn't show it, but you just knew he was smirking on the inside. You huffed in response.

“Of course you do, just tuck it in your pants. If you let it flow loosely like that, someone could grab it in a game. It could be dangerous.”

Banda walked over to you and quickly grabbed your arm when you put a step back at his sudden closeness and looked deeply into your eyes. Mesmerising, you thought.

“Then help me, please.” He said in a tone that was soft spoken, but didn’t sound like a question.

You squinted your eyes at him but huffed and shook his hand that was still holding on to your arm away so you could tuck his shirt in.

“Unbelievable”, You muttered under your breath, and you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to reach the back.

Banda’s eyes creased with his satisfied smile.

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You woke up in the dark and realised that your eyes were covered with a blindfold and you couldn’t move your arms as they were tied above your head.

Last thing you remembered was making dinner and going to sleep, Banda insisting on sleeping together.

“Banda?” You asked out loud, confused and scared. You didn’t get an answer, but felt two hands roaming you body and which led to the embarrassing realisation that you were completely naked.

You started to struggle against your restraints but knew it was no use. "It's you though, right, Banda?"

"Who would you rather have it be?" He asked and he dipped his head down to kiss your breasts. His lips found their way to your nipple and wrapped around it. He flicked it with his tongue and then started alternating between kissing and sucking softly on it.

You flinched at the contact. "Why are you doing this?" You asked, trying to control your trembling voice.

"Because I want us to be together. We're similar, you and I. It makes you perfect for me, just as how I will be perfect for you." He trailed down your stomach, breathing in while hovering over your pussy. "We're partners after all. I just have to claim you to show you how serious I am. Then I'll give you the world."

You could feel his warm breath between your legs and promptly closed them shut. Banda merely laughed at you actions and pushed your legs apart, using his arms to keep them open.

"Looks like I should have tied your legs as well." He spoke, more to himself than to you. "But you'll give in soon enough, I can see you're enjoying yourself after all," He said, and as if to prove his point, he dragged his thumb from your entrance to your sensiitive bud, gathering slick around the way.

You jolted at the feeling and yelped. "Banda! Stop this!"

Banda pushed his head between your thighs. Dragging his tongue up to your clit like he had done with his thumb, making you gaspe and wriggle to get away from the feeling.

"Please stop" you whimpered and you could feel yourself getting hot by his constant twirling of his tongue. "It's too filthy, don't go down there", your whining continued, but it only seemed to spur him on.

He pressed his tongue flat against your folds, gathering all taste of you before attaching his lips to your clit to give a harsh suck on it.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn't help but moan. Banda kept going, flicking his tongue against you in a never ending attack and you could feel pressure building up inside of you. You arched your back and pushed yourself against him. He grinned against you as he continued lapping up your juices before sucking on your clit with fervor, not giving you any breaks.

"It's too much," you shook your head, "Banda, please," you started to beg, tears wetting the blindfold covering your eyes and you started to pull back at the overwhelming feeling that was approaching.

Banda pulled away suddenly, stopping you while you were sexonds away from climaxing. "Sunato." He said as he let you catch your breath.

With that he dived back in and continued devouring you. You had only just recovered, your orgasm ebbing away but you already felt yourself on the edge of cumming again. You called his name, your legs were shaking against him and you started to pull away again, the feeling becoming too much. Banda chased after you, speeding up his tongue and then you came, the built up feeling exploding.

You cried out his name again while the intense feeling washed over you, but didn't get to catch your breath as Banda kept on going, relentlessly eating you out without stopping. You could feel his tongue everywhere and the pleasure was too much. Your hand were clenched into fists because of the lack of ability to grab onto something.

"Sunato", You managed to breath out, "Stop, 's too much, please."

"No." He said calmly into your skin with a wicked smile that you couldn't see, but could feel. He lightly grazed your bud with his teeth and watched you trying to scramble away. It didn't take much more to come undone again, and it left your legs shaking even long after you could recatch your breath.

Your eyes blinked against the sudden light as the blindfold was removed. Banda looked at your tears in amusement and kissed them away before kissing your lips. You kissed back in both anger and relief at seeing his face, his lips curling up into a triumphant smile in the kiss.

Then, without warning whatsoever, he pushed himself inside, past your folds, and bottomed out with a quiet laboured breath against your lips. You yelped in pain at the feeling and harshly bit down Banda's bottom lip. He didn't seem fazed by it at all.

When the pain subdued enough for you to relax again, you let go of his lip.

Banda stared at yours intently. The beautiful color of his blood covered your lips and he could taste the metalic taste of blood when he licked his own lips.

You saw the blood on him, as well as his darkened eyes and scrambled to apologise but he cut you off in another kiss, this one hungrier than the one before. Your lips moving against each other smearing the blood all over.

Then, as if you were a fragile doll, he slowly pulled out and sunk back in. Both of your breaths were shaky. Yours because it hurt, his because he was holding back from spilling himself inside you already.

He broke apart from your lips and propped himself up, one of his hands guiding your legs to lock around his waist. He started thrusting into you and dropped his head to your throat, hiding his face there while your head was thrown back in a silent scream.

You could hear the lewd sounds of him pushing into you, skin slapping. With eyes shut you relished in the feeling. You felt so full. Only the feeling of him filling you over and over was on your mind. You locked your legs tighter around his waist as if it would bring you closer to Banda's body.

Banda was leaving marks on your throat and you tugged on the rope that still held your arms above your head.

You gasped and moaned his name, spurring him on to hit the same spot over and over again. Your mind went dizzy with pleasure as he kept pounding into you. He must've noticed your struggle with your tied up arms and pulled on one end of the rope to untie to knot.

You immediately grasped at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin, nearly drawing blood.

"I want you to squirt." He rasped out against you. You shook your head. "I can't," you managed to get out. He repositioned his body, still hitting that spot, but in a different angle that allowed him to pick up his pace. You cried at the heavenly feeling, your hips starting to feel sore from the ruthless contact of Banda's hips with each thrust.

"I'll make you." He whispered out of breath, feeling his own climax approaching. You shook your head at the familiar feeling and clenched down on him. He groaned the feeling. You clawed at his back while pulling him into a kiss that silenced your cry when you came.

Your legs fell open on the bed, completely numb. Banda had guided you through your orgasm and was still thrusting into you sloppily before releasing inside of you and collapsing on top of you. After a few moments, he lifted himself slightly to look at the large soaked spot on the bedsheets between your legs and smirked victoriously.

He looked back up at you and caressed your tear stained face. "You're mine, right?" He asked with that innocent face of his. But you could see the glint in his eyes.

You let out an exhausted laugh. You hummed. "All yours."

Banda searched your eyes and nodded and dropped all of his weight on top of you again, not bothering to pull out. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fullness before falling asleep.

"You're lucky that you're cute you know." You couldn't help but remark. It was true though, that's probably how he lured in those four women he killed.

As if he read your mind, Banda assured you. "I won't kill you, I promise. We're partners aren't we? I've claimed you, so if you stay with me, I'll protect you and take care of you. I've told you; I'll give you this world."

You couldn't help but laugh. "If you say so."

"I need you to tell me."

You opened your eyes and turned ypur head to the side. "Tell you what?"

Banda pushed himself up and hovered above you again. "That you promise to stay with me, so I don't have to kill you." He stared at you intensely.

There was a long silence. You pondered a little, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm all yours now, right? I'm safe with you, and you say will give me the world. Why would I leave?" Your eyes found his. "I promise you that I'll stay with you."

His eyes creased into a pleased smile.

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Part 3

[hisbitchhh]

Saw ur niragi prompts can I get Banda prompts 😞🙏🙏 he is too fine 🙏🙏

Your wish is my command !

◎BANDA SUNATO NSFW PROMPTS◎ 🔞MDNI🔞

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT

Notes: Sorry I didn't add as much on this one! Banda's still a new character to me, lol.

!NOT IN ORDER!

1. "I--" A short grunt falls from his mouth, half lidded eyes gazing down at you as he firmly fucked into you. "I love you.."

2. "Y/n-- fuck!--" He leaned his head back, closing his eyes with parted lips.

3. "You're mine, love.... mine and no one elses..." He let out a soft moan, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly fucked you.

4. "So beautiful..." He purred, loosely running the blade of the knife along your skin.

5. "I missed you, dear..." A grunt left his lips as he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

6. "Don't worry, darling, just stay still.. it wont hurt." He cooed, holding the sharp blade of a knife over your hip as he slowly slid into you.

7. "Good girl-- ah--" Quiet moans left his lips as he watched you, gently bucking his hips into your mouth.

8. "I didn't think I'd be doing this with one of my targets..." A smirk curled his lips as he stared down at your shaky figure.

9. "Don't make me hurt you now, darling..." His hand ran through your hair, the other busy thrusting its fingers into your entrance as you squirmed.

[sunoosets]

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😬.]

Probably one of my favs that I have done so far..

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 cried, 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?"

[realisticjupiter]

Helloo wondering if u would write for Banda? I love him so much he is so handsome 😻😻 anything would be nice, fluff or smut ur choice or both 🤭🤭(plz)

Summary: Fucking Banda for a price.

Genre: Smut.

Pairing: Banda Sunato x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it), please let me know if there is more!

Word count: 347

a/n: EXTREMELY late to this ask but only because I couldn't think of a very good idea. hope this is good!

You dug your nails into the stone wall as Banda pounded himself into you. Your eyes clenched shut in overwhelming pleasure and loud sounds spilling out your pink lips.

"Louder. Want everyone to know who you belong to." He spat through his teeth, grabbing ahold of your hair to bring you to his chest.

His other hand grasping at your breast with a tight squeeze, earning a louder moan fall from your mouth. "Please. Fuck--Banda!" You called out, trying to grab onto anything around you.

Banda smirked with his mouth touching the top of your head, his hot breath traveling down your neck. "That's it." He whispered, seductively into your ear.

You whimpered as you quickly felt your high approaching. The sounds of skin slapping skin, loud moans, and the quietest sound of people talking only brought you closer.

"C'mon, cum. Unless you want someone to walk in? You wouldn't want that would you? To ruin your own orgasm because you like the thrill of getting caught?" Banda teased, making his movements with a faster past.

"Gonna cum.." You whined, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes as your mouth flew agape with empty sounds.

You let out one last moan to feel of your orgasm taking over your entire body; to the tips of your toes, to your eyes rolling back inside your head.

Your cunt squeezed around his cock, causing a groan to fall from his lips before letting ropes of cum paint your walls.

He slowly pulled his softening dick out of you and back into his pants. You panted heavily as you turned around, sliding your pants back up.

You lazily smiled at him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You okay?" He whispered. You slowly nodded in response, pulling him closer to lay your head on his shoulder.

"So, my symbol?" He muttered, placing a kiss on your neck.

You peaked around, catching a glimpse of his collar, "A spade," You answered truthfully.

He grinned behind your gaze, "And mine?" You questioned.

"A club," He responded, lying through his teeth.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[uwmaa]

alice in borderland as "things to never say to someone who just came out"

banda

tatta

arisu

chishiya

kyuma

karube

niragi

hatter

kuina

[dorisslut]

Hayato Isomura x fem reader

hii @mrsmildmustard ! i’m so sorry this took a long time i wanted to start over because i didn’t like the one in my drafts and i haven’t been feeling motivated to write but i will be finishing all requests!

You were laying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to come home from and event of his new show ‘Alice in Borderland’ you has already watched the first season when it came out and you just finished season 2. You thought it was worth the long wait especially seeing your boyfriend play Banda.

You heard the front door open and you waved for Hayato to come to your guys shared room.

“Hi y/n i’ve missed you” he came next to you and layed his head on your chest.

“Hi baby i’ve missed u to, how was the event?” you asked him putting your phone to the side.

“It was fun, how are you?” he asked getting up from your chest ti go put some more comfortable clothes on then went to lay on you again.

“i’m okay a little tired” you started to run your fingers through his hair and he asked if you guys could watch something on netflix. You nodded and reached o er to the remote and went onto netflix.

“what do you want to watch?” you asked looking down at him but he gave to no answer.

“I didn’t know you watched alice in borderland” you look and saw that it was in your watch again category.

“oh yeah i started when it came out” you responded to him looking for something to watch.

“How did u like it?” Hayato asked you sitting up, his back again the pillows.

“it was good, i really liked it! especially Banda” you said putting on a movie you picked out. he layed his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist while mumbling a ‘thank you’.

You wrapped you arms around him as well and played with his hair again knowing how much he likes it. A few minutes into the movie you heard soft snores coming from your shoulder, you looked down and saw that he was asleep.

“Goodnight baby, i love you” you whispered and kissed the side of his head, you grabbed the remote and turned the volume of the tv down so he didn’t wake up while you watched the movie.

a/n- i hope you enjoyed and once again i’m so sorry this took so long! have a great day/night!

[tinfairies]

Requests Open!

Alice in Borderland requests are now open!

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[hknightdai]

Killing Time - Alice in Borderland

Sunato Banda x Male Reader

Tags: Anal, Breath-Play

Summary: Banda gets bored during the Diamonds Game and picks Y/n to help.

XXX

Banda had picked you out to "help" him. Becoming bored as the number of people dwindled, he found something to occupy the boring rounds. You.

Your hips snap against his ass.

"Ah, fuck," You moan.

Banda's moans are choked by his "collar." The man had you wrap your belt around his throat. You thought he was a freak, but now you think differently.

There isn't a single moment where his hole isn't clenching around your cock.

You pull him back against your chest and reach under his shirt. Finding your goal, you tease his nipple before twisting.

"Fuu," Banda rasps.

Fucking into him, you pull until his head is by yours. His eyes roll back and his face is red, yet he doesn’t stop you.

His hips are jerking out, thrusting into the air. You can't help laughing. Bringing your hand down, you grip his cock, stopping him from cumming.

Banda clenches his teeth and hisses.

With your hold on him, you force him back into your thrusts. Plowing the freak, you finally have him gasping.

You lean against the door. Pulling on the leash, Banda stands on his toes as you fuck up into him. He weakly grabs onto your arm. The one around his cock, and you relent.

Banda chokes as his cum flies around his cell.

You bounce him a few more times before joining him.

Breathing deeply, you set him down and go to help him with the collar. But Banda weakly, but casually takes it off, himself.

"You go now," He says, throwing your belt aside.

If you weren't in a death game, you might have been insulted. But, seeing your cum leaking from his used hole, certainly helps cool your temper as well.

With a smirk, you get dressed and leave his cell. Continuing the game.

[trojanhorseleftbackhoove]

Wrote a banda/yaba smut fic guys interact is the fandom still alive

Its spice with a dash of character introspection :3

[hwallazia]

LATE NIGHT WORSHIP

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem! reader

word count: 0,8k

tags: smut (mdni!), fluff, comfort, non idol!au, bf! hongjoong, somnophilia, clit play, female masturbation, fingering, praise, overstimulation, so much whining from the reader.

synopsis: just hongjoong being the best boyfriend in the world fingering you in your sleep <3

taglist: @bro-atz | comment your username if you wanna be added to my taglist! ♡

| a/n: I had this thought a few days ago and I had to write it. Also, I got inspiration from a Banda Sunato (from Alice In Borderland) smut ff I wrote in spanish.

It was past 2 am, and Hongjoong was still awake, sitting by the bed frame and watching his sleepy little fool snuggling in his arms, finding comfort in them. Your eyes were red because you cried and begged him to hold you while you were sleeping just a few hours ago. Your hands cutely grabbed his shirt like a child who is afraid of having his lollipop taken away. The small hiccup that erupts from you can be barely heard.

Cute.

He’s been playing with your hair for hours, occasionally kissing you on the forehead, his hands often pulling you closer to him.

The silence was comfortable enough for him, and he treasured moments like this with you by his side.

But soon the silence was interrupted when he felt you move in your sleep, letting out a noise that he couldn’t tell what it was. He stopped moving and tried to kiss your forehead repeatedly to calm your movement.

After a few seconds, Hongjoong finally identified your noise as sobs, considering that your breathing started to get even heavier. With the idea of you having a nightmare set on his head, he shushed you, singing you a lullaby in an attempt to make the nightmare go away.

Just a few seconds later, the sound you made started to turn into a moan, and he immediately stopped when he noticed that you were having a wet dream.

He smiled to himself, taking a look at your face: you wrinkled your nose, biting your lips, mouth slightly open. there’s a bead of sweat on your forehead, and he silently curses himself for not noticing how you’re rubbing your thighs right now.

Without much thought, he spread your legs, making you shudder in your sleep. With the cold breeze hitting your wet pussy, his finger already found its way to your pussy, only to discover that there is indeed a noticeable wet spot on your panties.

He traced small circles with his finger, playing with your wetness, which caused you to make small noises in your sleep, involuntary moans escaping your lips.

Then he pushed your panties to the side and, without further thought, his thumb pressed your cute little button. You squirmed in his grip and tried to close your legs when his long finger hit that spot only he could reach, only for his other free hand to push your legs apart.

“Joong…” You whimpered in your sleep, which gave him some sense of power.

He can feel himself getting hard by the second, his cock restrained against his pants, screaming to free himself from that piece of fabric. The head of his cock was pushing against your ass, and with you writhing against him, it pretty much didn’t help.

He wanted to fuck you right then and there, pushing his cock into your ass, your pussy, your mouth, making you cry in your sleep, driving you over your limit, making your dreams come true. All while you’re still sleeping. He wanted to do it all.

But he decided that seeing you so helpless and crying from any source of contact is more important than that… for now.

You were hiding your face against his neck, breathing increasingly heavier when Hongjoong pinched your clit, earning a pout from your lips.

He rubbed your clit, using your wetness as lubricant to make it more slippery. He can’t help but feel stunned as he looks at you.

He stopped when he noticed your legs were shaking, before rubbing against them again.

“Joong… ’want more,” You murmured sleepily against his neck, pushing your hips up to find any source of pressure, of relief.

“Shh… Just sleep. M’gonna take care of you,” Hongjoong responded, his eyes still not leaving that little clit of yours that was already glistening with your juice. It was fascinating, how his finger can do you like that.

Then he started to stimulate it, smiling when he saw your legs trying to close and push the finger away from him. You screamed in your sleep, squirming in his grasp, your feet curling as you felt yourself getting closer.

“Joong… I want your cock… mmhm…” You moaned, so you moved your hips in time with his finger stimulating your clit, wishing it was his cock instead of his finger.

Hongjoong only smiled at your words, and with a little more pressure, you whimpered as you felt yourself squirting all over his finger.

You screamed, your whole body shaking as you came, but Hongjoong continued stimulating your clit with a warm smile on his face.

“S-stop!” You screamed against his neck as you attempted to push his hand away from your sensitive bud. Your boyfriend gave you a long, deep kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Shh… I need to finish what I started, so go back to sleep mhm? Sweet dreams my love.” All while continuing to lazily circle your clit.

He was fighting the urge to unbutton his pants and pump his cock inside you, the bulge was starting to hurt and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t shove his cock inside you a second from now.

But he decided it would be more fun if he waited until you went back to sleep.

| masterlist

[hisbitchhh]

A list of Niragi NSFW prompts, pleaseee!!!❤️❤️

Your wish is my command !

✽NIRAGI NSFW PROMPTS✽ 🔞MDNI🔞

Warnings: Dirty talk, name-calling, short smut, Fem receiving, Niragi being Niragi. My silly ass decided to add some action to the words🥰

!NOT IN ORDER!

1. "Ahh, look at you. Already naked before I walked in, hm?" His mouth stretches into a wide, cocky grin

2. "That's what I like to see." His bottom lip went between his teeth, wrapping your hand around his length as he watched you intently. Jerking his hips forward, his pants rested under his knees.

3. "You know what I want, don't you? By the looks of it, I'm sure you do." He mumbles, dropping his rifle on the floor as he lazily strolled toward you, eyes hooded.

4. "Why so startled? You called me over, slut." A snicker escapes him, large hand grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you up to look at him.

5. "Keep that pretty mouth open, doll." He licked his lips, a shaky sigh falling from them as he slid in between your glossed lips

6. "You think I'm done with you?" He cackled, hand stroking the top of your head.

7. "Yeah? You like that, don't you? 'Love being treated like the slutty bitch you are, huh?" Heavy sighs leave his lips, cock firmly thrusting into you, roughly ramming against your spongy walls as the bed creaked under your bodies.

8. "Beg for it. C'mon, speak up." He looked down at you, crossing his arms with a raised brow

9. "Like what you see?" He tilted his head, smirking.

10. "Who said you could cum?" A sneer formed on his lips, charcoal eyes glaring up at you.

11. "Fuck--- just like that--.." He groaned, looking down at you with parted lips. His length fucked itself in and out of your mouth, hips swaying back and forth as the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.

12. "Who do you belong to? Tell me, bitch." He rushed with a grunt, pulling your hair as far as he could, making you uncomfortably arch your back to get a glance at your face; a completely fucked out complexion resting before his dark eyes.

13. "Awe, Look at her! poor little girl can't even speak 'cause Niragi fucked her dumb, hmmmm?" A short laugh escaped his lips, wide eyes attentively watching his cum gush out of your cunt.

14. "Oh, we asleep now?" He scoffed, harshly slapping your face a few times before huffing in annoyance, looking down at his twitching cock already slick with your wetness. His fingers moved a few stray hairs out of your face, gaze softening.

15. "Weak thing," His arms carried your limp, bruised body back to your bed, not caring if you had his cum on your belly or anywhere else; He didn't think of aftercare.

16. "I'll go find someone else I can finish off on." He walked out of your room, leaving your unconscious body resting on your small bed.

[iheartgeto]

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢

𝙘𝙬 : mild fluff, explicit smut, stomach bulge, unprotected/rough sex, pussies, creampie, slight edging, grinding, blood, biting, suggestive/graphic language, slight exibitionism, mutual pining, plot w/ smut, “baby” nickname

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : sunato banda x f! reader ; banda finally meets someone with similar taste.

𝙬𝙘: 3.4k

𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 : nsfw ; unedited 

The rough wad of a paper towel itched your skin as you crumbled and lightly threw your marked napkin in frustration.

“fuck this all” you muttered, gripping your hair—slight pain casting on you from the tightness of your pull.

The second to last circle you had drawn out on the napkin had finally been crossed out. You used this puny tissue to keep track of your days, in hopes you’d never run out of them. However, you had one circle left, and only a day left on your visa.

kicking the gravel along the wide path, you eyed the large blimp floating atop this place of confinement. A jack. The jack of hearts— Not a queen or king, but the “easiest” of the face cards. actually- don’t even kid yourself. you picked the dry skin off your fingers in a nervous fit as you walked through the gates of the penitentiary. you zipped up your jacket, covering the bikini top (complimentary from the beach, a place that served you basically no purpose other than surviving these games) that revealed more than your liking.

whatever, that place was long gone thanks to chishiya, kuina, and the rest of his crazy gang. gladly you had been on decent terms with them, even going so far as to help him gain parts for his weird invention. he required a specific part that seemed to be needed to spread heat? probably made some stupid crap to smoke or cook up a barbecue, whatever weird shit that freak was up to.

Making your way through the entrance, you came to a stop. The white luminescent lights buzzed through the empty hallway as your heart beat was getting faster and faster. Albeit your immense nervousness, you kept a rested expression. The game hadn’t even started yet but you were shaking. this was exciting.

“Put on a collar and go upstairs to the central guard room”.

two black collars rested in front of you. The glossy table stared up at you as you contemplated your decision in joining. Not like you had a choice, it was either this or the red beam of death from the sky. might as well try to live, regardless of how shitty this situation was. you wouldn’t let your misery consume you. or at least that’s how most people would approach life.

you simply strived to live. if you were gonna die, it would be through one these stupid fucking games—not from drowning in the depths of your own self loathing. even then, you still didn’t want these randoms to be the cause of your anticlimactic death. this world was quite beautiful anyways. the intensity, complexity, and structure of this newfound world was simply beautiful. this elysian paradise was addicting. because of this, you would let yourself have fun. just win this game for the small reward of life and some entertainment.

finally, a place for you to let loose and have some real fun.

Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, knocking you out of your short-lived daze. the man stopped next to you, slowly observing the beautiful scenery of dirty bleak walls and prison cells. he smirked, and closed his eyes with a serene look. it was as if he was home. you observed his face with jealousy— you longingly wished for your nerves to wash away and feel this lost sense of serenity.

“do you think this will be fun?” you asked, a polite smile etching your face as you observed his features. his broad shoulders covering you even while trying to make small talk. “i really hope it will”.

“most definitely” he replied, eyes curling into mini crescents yet his overall face remained unphased.

“hm, i agree. but would you mind helping me with this? i’m not sure how to close this lock” you looked up at him. your doe eyes glistened in the white light as he stared you down.

“of course, come closer” he said. his voice was low and smooth, the kind you could listen to all day. his hot hands moved your hair away from your neck to allow the lock to clasp. however, his hands rested on your throat a little longer than expected. he slowly massaged the place where the lock had clasped and bent down to your ear, his hot breath skipping over your skin. he sees your hands trembling and grasps them to stop it as he caresses your palm.

“it feels nice to know someone else is excited to play this game, it seems to me that we are quite alike” he whispered lowly, as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear this reveal.

you knew damn well how to lock this simple little collar, but why miss your chance with a man who caught your attention.

“maybe we are, thanks and good luck then”, you smiled cheerfully, patting him on the back, walking past him into the main prison area. he stared at your back, grinning at his newfound infatuation.

as you made your way into the main area, you glanced at the crowd around you. the majority was tense and filled with fear. you almost burst out laughing after seeing this blond haired man. chishiya seemed to be alive and well. good for him.

“long time no see, never’d expect to see you here chishiya”, you stood next to him.

“there's many places i’d rather be” he replied, not looking back and staring at the screen in front of him. there was no need to catch up as you both knew the situation. you both understood that the catching up could come after the game.

“you may pass time anywhere you like until it is time to enter a prison cell”

There was an awkward silence going around, until people decided to start grouping up and leave.

“hey let’s tell each other” a timid man in overalls and a yellow shirt turned to you and chishiya. you nodded in agreement—sounded like a decent idea.

“If you want to survive you need to observe everyone closely, do you want to know what they were doing before the game began?”, chishiya remarked, the three of you turned in the direction of a couple in suits. chishiya went on to explain in graphic detail, causing the poor man to cringe.

“that guy’s confidence won’t let her get involved with anyone else”.

“I was thinking the exact same thing”, you said with amusement.

Watching from above, the three of you observed a pair that seemed to be making a deal. The man from earlier, and another one with a dark aura. Glancing at the screen you find out their names are banda and matsushita. The girl with a blue dress then asked the three of you to join her team. The three of you didn't mind, so you decided to join. Chishiya, overalls, and you exchanged signs and just tagged along with the group.  And that was the end of the first round.

“Hurry up and tell me, fucker!” a rough voice screamed, throwing a poor man in front of everyone. banda went to his rescue and whispered into his ear. sly bitch. you and chishiya glanced at each other, as you knew you saw the same thing.

The group of people then continued on with their antics of telling eachother their signs. From across the room you met his cold gaze. He was seated on the floor, staring blankly at you. You stared back, harnessing a smile in which he returned and waved. Chishiya observed the two of you, a little freaked out by your “kind” facade. And if chishiya was freaked out, then the poor guy next to him was petrified at the interaction in front of him.

The group migrated to the snack room, and from there the game went downhill. Everyone slowly began lying to each other, leaving only your group of three and the two pairs. However, your kind friend could not handle the intensity of the game. an explosion being heard a few cells away from yours.

“he was far too kind hearted for this game” chishiya sighed. You glanced at his bloodied body through the holes of the cell.

“he’s the kind of person i want to be”, you replied. heaving a long exhale of slight sadness at the sight of the poor boy.

“It’s not too late for that, but i think it's about time we start socializing, '' he replied with sarcastic enthusiasm.

“funny coming from you” you scoffed, but understood what he meant. Chishiya would stay in the snack cellar while you would go upstairs and watch. As you started up the stairs you passed by matsushita, paying him no mind as you knew what this meant. banda would be by himself. Being in such a rush you trip on yourself, bracing yourself to fall face forward til someone stops you.

Banda catches you, pulling you in tight for an unexpected hug. “thanks for catching me there”,  you smile, your warm hand meeting his, as he holds you in his embrace. “you even helped out that poor guy who was being bullied— i mean he’s gone now but what did you say to him anyways, some words of encouragement? you seem like such a nice person”.

“thanks, but i’m not fucking stupid” he replied with a silent smile. “drop the act y/n. judging from the way you’re approaching me— you know damn well what i said, c’mon you’re a smart girl right?”. he grabs your wrist, pulling you up as he then corners you against the wall, a dark area of the prison covered by a turn.

“I’m actually pretty dumb” you paused, banda laughed. lowly chuckling at your poor attempts to conceal your true self. “so tell me, why would you encourage him to lie?— you made such a mess of everyone and now we’re the only ones left” you stare up at him, his patronizing gaze looking down at you. you were so close his breath barely touched you. “you aren’t the jack, are you?”.

“who knows? why are you in this game anyways? you don’t really seem like the type”. this conversation was amusing him, you could see it in his expression that he was enjoying this to the fullest.

“what do i seem like then”, you asked. pure curiosity leaking out of your statement, placing a hand to your chin, mocking his question.

“a cute girl who’s letting on less than she really is”, banda relayed, a cold expression etching his face.

his response caught you off guard. “so what if i am? better to appear lower than others than have people at my neck trying to bring me down”, you replied with haste. god, you were so adorable when you were worried. this was getting him excited.

“well smart girl, what do you really think about this game? this place even?”. he kept questioning you, making you feel on edge. you couldn’t tell where this was going.

“I don’t care how you view this place banda, but for me i feel free. i can do whatever i want as long as i play these fun games— i mean sometimes they aren’t so much fun, it’s like a hassle i guess, but it’s a fair price —and they always lead me to interesting people like you”, you replied, slightly afraid of being judged.

banda watched you speak with ease. he was so intrigued with your tinge of confidence and slight intelligence. he also thought you were really damn cute for thinking you could fool him. not knowing how to lock a simple collar? c’mon you were better than that baby. he knew you wanted him, but he wanted you more.  he wanted to corrupt you. fuck your cute little brains up and make you his. mold you to match his lovely thoughts on the borderlands. you both already enjoyed the place and you were just too entertaining to not keep around.

“we really are similar”, he said with a crazed relief, caressing your cheek and staring at you in awe. “until now, i’ve never been in a land as beautiful as this one, nor met two people so worthy of my trust”.

“i suppose matsushita is just as agreeable as i am then?” you joke, pulling his hand off your cheek and lengthening the distance between you two. he was making you feel a type of way. you felt your body  getting warmer and your breath getting ragged.

“no, not him at all— he’s a very condescending individual, but i guess that’s the only redeeming quality of his. i met yaba a while ago, we are equals in which we agree this place is a true paradise and that we trust each other enough to deduce who the jack is”. he pauses, and continues to keep his focus on your face. “matsushita’s confidence kinda reminds me of you” he jokes.

“god, my “confidence”— or whatever the hell you’re even referring to doesn’t mean anything. don’t group me with people like matsushita, I didn’t even have to speak to him to tell he was a cocky bitch!”, you became defensive and bursted out.

“there’s the y/n i was looking for”, banda commented. you sensed some sarcasm and wished to settle whatever he was going off about. you hated that he felt the need to tease you—honestly maybe you enjoyed it, you just wanted to be on decent terms.

“i really don’t think i’m better than you—if that’s what your insinuating, but i do feel like we have similar tastes. and for that i trust you—want to be friends?”. for a moment you stared at each other as you awaited for his response. you wanted to be friends? how naive could you fucking be? banda wanted to erupt with laughter and slap you in the face as he ruined you.

“oh we’re gonna be more than friends” he whispered. your cheeks became redder as he kept getting closer, and you were letting him. “let’s make a deal, i’ll tell you your symbol if you help me”. his hard tent rutted against your leg as you felt him knee your soaking pussy. His leg began applying pressure to your needy clit.

“c- chishiya would tell me my symbol so why—

“then this is just an excuse to fuck your soaking little cunt. i like you”, he confessed, as if he was a schoolboy asking out a girl for the first time. his face was flushed red as he started sucking your neck, leaving a trail of purple kisses down to your chest. Banda unzipped your jacket, revealing the bikini from the beach. his rough hands slid your bikini under your boobs. you felt heated up as he sucked your tits. His head tilted as his mouth kept continuing to lick your buds, groaning as you grew sensitive to his touch.

“i- i like you too”, you whimpered, airy breaths leaving your mouth. “please..!” you mewled, as he continued to suck.

“please what? gotta use your words baby” he smirked as his thumb circled your airway. he sensually massaged it as his lips met yours, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your soft lips.

"A-Ah..!" you gasped, a small trail of blood leaked down the corner of your lip. his mind clouded with lust as he lapped up the red liquid. “you taste so fucking good” he groaned. “what do you want my sweet girl?”

“ i want- need you so bad- please!”, you continued to whimper his name, constantly reciting it as if it were a sacred prayer. “i want you to ruin me with your fat cock!” you quietly screamed. you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him so bad. he suddenly began removing his pants, the fast sound of his buckle dropping to the floor echoed throughout the hallway. you glanced in awe, he was big. how the hell would he even fit? his meat slapped the lower area of his stomach as his tip leaked with pre cum. he pumped his veiny length, lathering it in his own liquid, and stuck his long fingers in your mouth.

“mmgph!” you almost choked at how deep he stuck them in. but it tasted too good. so sweet and musky.

you circled your tongue his fingers, lapping up whatever he gave you. this caused him to smirk as he released his fingers from your mouth, causing a pop sound to echo. he slowly sunk his cock inside of your soppy cunt, hands gripping your waist as his hard length went inside you. he bit his lips, and his eyes were laced with ecstasy as your right walls shaped around him. you were so fucking tight.

“god you were made for me—your all mine- shit” he groaned, intertwining your hands and kissing you hardly. you replied with sweet moans, and watched his pace get faster and his strokes get deeper. lewd pants filled the hallway as his heavy balls slapped your clit, pounding you against the wall. you were both so oblivious to your surroundings, clouded only with the thought of each other’s touch and the feeling of release. you felt every one of his veins as he took you raw. his large cock shaped your pussy, as a bulge could be seen. banda groaned at the sight, lightly pressing down on it as you both moaned in pleasure. tears dripped from the corner of your eyes as banda watched you in ecstasy. you were so fucking beautiful.

you arched your back as he finally hit that spot. “r-right there banda please- please don’t stop” you sighed. “you feel so good princess ugh fuck” he groaned out, continuing his rough pace. your tits bounced up and down as he rammed into you, fucking you with a pure high. he felt as if you were a drug, one that he could never get enough of.

“i- i’m so close, i’m gonna cum!” you exclaimed with a volume. banda smirked, letting go of your hand to rub the edge of your pussy. the two of you were covered in sweat and saliva. “come for me y/n”. then it hit you hard, like a tsunami. you threw your head back, biting your lips in attempt to contain your deep moan. you let out silent screams as he continued to harshly ram into you, chasing his own high. your tongue lolled out of your mouth and eyes hazed with pleasure as the only thing you could think about was banda.

his eyes stared at the messy sight before him as he suddenly choked out a deep groan. “fuck baby mmph- you took me so well”. your white pleasure gushed around his cock, leaking out of your cunt. a white ring of cum covered his length as he continued to ram into you. and then his orgasm hit, filling your cunt with thick cum as your pussy pulsed and your body spasmed. his legs shook at how hard he came, and he pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you basking in each other’s heat. your brains were fogged from the intensity the both of you had just endured.

“i- i really like you y/n, i want to be with you forever”, he whispered over the two of you catching yours breaths. you would’ve drifted off to sleep if banda hadn’t insisted the two of you go back to the main area. helping you get dressed, the two of you head back to the main hall. he kissed your forehead before watching you head back down to the snack cellar to talk to chishiya.

“hahahahahahhaa” a crazed laugh escapes from matsushita’s lips. he thinks he finally won.

However, chishiya had emerged from his cell, and you followed suit. Strong arms wrapped around your body as a banda had come out of his cell as well. the four of you had deduced matsushita was the jack. Chishiya, banda, and yaba had explained their tactics to matsushita as they started to corner him into a cell.

“hold this for me baby?” he asked with a soft tone, holding out his scalpel. you grabbed it as he affectionately patted your head and grew closer to yaba. yaba took off his blazer, preparing for their violence and hopefully new information about the borderlands. “It’s unfortunate that i can’t kill you, but i can still have fun with you”.

i need more banda content, it’s so dry out here. :,) | sorry if anything was incoherent its late rn LOL

[nessinborderland]

Broken Promises

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Words: 2,9k

Summary: You never expected to find your ex-husband in the Borderlands, of all places. Especially not when he was supposed to be on death row.

Warnings ⚠️ Established Relationship, Mentions of Murder, Serial Killers, is Banda after all

Notes: This was requested by the lovely @ch-xr that loves fictional unhinged men as much as I do <3 hope you enjoy it! (Also, I know Banda supposedely only murdered 4 women, but for dramatics sake I made him more... prolific.)

Masterlist | AO3

His eyes on you made you more nervous than anything you had experienced in this retched place until then. It was both a familiar and unfamiliar feeling, filled with the promise of pain and suffering if you did as much as attempt to look in his direction, which you quickly realized you didn’t want to do.

Coward, a tiny voice in your head accused as you made yourself even smaller in your seat. But you couldn’t help the emotions that being under his predatory gaze evoked within you; primal fear, the uncontrollable need to freeze or flight. You knew that fighting was out of the question where he was concerned. You couldn’t even gather the courage to try it.

Unfortunately, there was no place for you to run or hide in this prison. Not until you left the game a winner.

Or died. One of the two.

You could feel your shoulders tense up as the next round approached minute by minute, and so you hurried to finish your meal, barely tasting the chocolate crumbs on your tongue.

The Jack of Hearts was an easier game than most in your humble opinion, and you were lucky enough to trust your game partner (for now at least) – still, the very real possibility of your demise was always hovering over your head like the dark cloud that it was. However, given your current circumstances, dying didn’t seem like the worse fate you could have.

“You know him, don’t you?”

You jumped in your seat as a man sat beside you, almost choking on your cookie as you tried to hide the grimace that took over your expression as your partner’s eyes sharply looked into yours. You coughed as you shook your head, already denying it despite not even asking whom he was referring to.

“You do.”

“What?” you tried, faking ignorance, only making him roll his eyes.

“Him,” Chishiya said as he nodded in the direction of the man still watching you. “Banda. You know him, don’t you?”

You knew that Chishiya was smarter than most, but you were still impressed by how observant he could be. Or were you that obvious in your state of fear?

“What makes you say that?”

“He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you while you’ve been doing the exact opposite.”

“So what?” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but knowing you failed when Chishiya raised a brow. “He just makes me uncomfortable, that’s all. You know as well as I do that he’s a serial killer.”

That would be the understatement of the century.

Banda Sunato didn’t just make you uncomfortable; you feared him to a degree that made you almost incapable of functioning, all your senses focused on him 24/7, waiting for the moment he would strike. Because it wasn’t a matter of if – you knew him too well to ever believe that – but a matter of when; when he would catch you alone.

Because he wasn’t just a serial killer and – to you – he wasn’t just some man, some criminal. He was one of Japan’s most infamous serial killers, with 24 victims confirmed, and who knew how many were still left to admit. Banda Sunato was a man destined to live the rest of his days on death row, until the day he would be executed for his crimes and finally go back to the hell he had spawned from.

You so happened to be the woman that had called him your husband.

“Chishiya.” His voice made a shiver run down your spine, and you could feel your heart start racing against your chest as Banda sat right in front of you, his hands in your field of vision as you stared down at the tabletop. You hadn’t even noticed him approach. “I would like to speak with her alone…”

You gulped as you side-eyed the man beside you, imploring him with your eyes to please not leave you alone with him. However, either by ignorance or cruelty, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and Chishiya stood up and left the table with nothing else but a nod and a wordless hum.

A moment went by where neither you nor Banda said a word, his fingers tip-tapping on the table’s surface in a familiar rhythm; one one two, one one two. Tap tap tap, tap tap tap. He used to tap that same rhythm against your naked skin, and you could always tell if something was bothering him by how fast his movements were. And right now, his fingers were drumming against the tabletop like a nervous tick.

You could feel his eyes on you, observing you, pressuring you into doing or saying something, to give him a reason to act. So, you stayed still, controlling your shaky breathing as your hands trembled. You knew this moment was coming the moment you entered this game arena and your eyes locked.

Then his movements suddenly stopped, and you held your breath.

“You’re scared of me,” he said in a low tone, matter of factly.

“C-Can you blame me?” you whispered back, hiding your hands under the table with a gasp when he attempted to graze his fingers against yours. “Don’t touch me!” you added when his hand followed your movements, grabbing your sleeve.

“I don’t like it.”

You said nothing, eyes still cast down. How could he expect you not to fear him after everything he had done?

“You know better than to be scared,” he continued, a faint hint of annoyance in his tone. You forced yourself to whisper a retort, gathering the courage to say it aloud when he asked, “What did you say?”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you murdered all those women,” you let out, eyes locking on his. He was not angry as you thought he would be, but you could see he wasn’t happy by the small crease in between his brows. He looked at you like you were a child throwing a tantrum and he was the adult that had to make you see reason. For the first time since you saw him again, you started to feel something else than just fear.

“You know I would never hurt you,” he said, fingers gripping your sleeve as he pulled your arm to him.

“I don’t know you, Sunato.” You shook your arm out of his grasp, suddenly aware that others were watching you. Good. “I never really did.”

You gasped when he said your name, looking into his eyes; it was the first time you were hearing it from his lips since he had been ruled guilty of all those murders. You hadn’t dared to read his letters or accept any of his calls since then.

“You know that’s not true,” he said. You averted your eyes again, looking back at him as he repeated your name. “I treated you well, didn’t I?”

He did treat you well. That was why it hurt even more. Because the man that dried your tears after your mother’s passing, took you on random trips and made you laugh with his dark sense of humor couldn’t possibly be the same man that dumped women’s maimed bodies in shallow graves. That was why part of you still mourned the husband you had lost even though more than three years had gone by. The other part simply acted as if he had never existed in the first place.

“You didn’t visit,” he added after a moment of silence. “You promised you would.”

“That was a promise I had to break.”

His face and his name had been everywhere. Every news channel, every newspaper, every time you logged on to social media, there he was; Banda Sunato, 25 years old, The Tokyo Ripper, accused of the horrible murder of 24 women. You hadn’t believed it at first, not even when his only survivor identified him, not even when they matched his DNA, not even when more evidence was found connecting him to the crime scenes. You only believed it when you saw the truth in his eyes, crude and black as coal as the judge declared him guilty and he had no reaction but to smirk.

It was like a mask falling, and underneath it was a monster that you swore you had no idea existed.

You couldn’t lie to yourself after that. Not when everyone could see him for who he really was. Not when he didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. Not even from you.

“Do you still love me?”

The question made you gasp in surprise before you felt a frown distort your features.

“Don’t talk to me about love when you don’t even know what the word means,” you spat in his direction as you made a move to stand up; how dare he ask such a thing after what he had done to you?

You gasped as you felt his long fingers curl around your wrist in a tight grip, forcing you to sit back down at the table with visible commotion. You felt your face heat up as you tried to ignore everyone’s looks and whispers. He wouldn’t dare to hurt you in front of others, would he?

His hand let go of your wrist to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. His face was so close to yours that you could smell him, that scent that made him him, fresh and misty with a hint of ginger. It made you want to take a deep breath and tears pool in your eyes. You missed him.

“That was not what I asked,” he corrected with a dangerous look in his gaze. He was upset, you could see that, but you also knew him better than anyone. “Do you still love me?”

Your breath got caught in your lungs, and you couldn’t look away from his dark brown eyes, the ones you used to love so much. The ones you still loved, you realized with a tightness in your chest.

“Do you?” you asked in a whisper. “Did you ever love me?”

Something shifted in his eyes, and for a moment you just stared at each other. Then he opened his mouth, but before he could talk a computer voice snapped both of you out of your bubble.

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

You took that chance to flee, legs shaking as you made your way to the cells on the upper level. You didn’t hesitate as you closed yourself in one, pressing your hands against the sink on the furthest wall and closing your eyes as you let out a shaky breath, followed by a low sob.

This game was not what was going to kill you; he was. You had seen it in the way he had looked at you, the way his eyes had darkened when you asked if he had ever truly loved you. You doubt he could ever love anyone, but whatever he felt for you was strong enough to make a chill run down your spine when you thought about it.

It was possessive, primal, like a need. You used to love it when he looked at you like that, mistaking it for passion and devotion. But not now, when you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if he couldn’t have you.

He had told you that himself, in the first and only letter you had accepted from him. You had ignored every phone call, and had thrown in the trash every note and every other letter; but not that one. Not the one he wrote for your birthday, your second one after he had been sentenced. You felt so lonely, still crying over the husband you had lost, tricking yourself into believing he was dead. Rather dead than a murderer.

And then there was that letter, written in his neat handwriting, spelling out your name, and that was when you realized you couldn’t deny the truth anymore.

You filed for divorce after that, praying to every god that was listening that Banda Sunato never got the chance to be free and chase you down.

Gods – if they even existed – clearly had a twisted sense of humor.

“You know you can’t run from me.”

You tensed as his voice sounded behind you, not exactly surprised to find him stepping in and closing the door before the familiar click of a lock echoed in your ears. You were now locked in a cell with him; you were going to die.

You couldn’t utter a word as a moment passed, eyes focused on him as he calmly walked to stop right in front of you, hands behind his back and a light smirk on his lips. He looked smug, like a fox that had caught the rabbit, but you knew that his emotions were more complex than that. You could see it in the arch of his brow, how tense his jaw was; a small part of him was as nervous as you were.

“Please, give your answer,” the game demanded.

“Spades,” he said, eyes locked on yours. You said nothing, too transfixed by him, waiting for a sign of what he was about to do next. “Say your deck, baby,” he told you after a moment. “C’mon, use your words.”

“H-Hearts,” you forced yourself to utter in a whisper. You almost wished for your answer to be wrong; that way you wouldn’t have to face him anymore. He couldn’t hurt you if you were dead.

You jumped in place as a bang somewhere down the hall announced someone’s mistake, and the doors unlocked soon after. You let out a shaky breath; you were still alive. The game hadn’t killed you yet.

“Aren’t you happy to be alive,” he whispered in your ear, fingers combing through your hair just on the verge of too roughly. “Alive and with me, together again as we were meant to be?”

You shook your head, hands on his chest weakly pushing him away.

“Let me go,” you breathed out in a shaky tone, whimpering as he pushed you against the sink. “Please. I can’t do this…”

“Do what? Be with your husband?”

“Sunato, please, stop-”

“Shh, calm down,” he cooed against your head, arms hugging you closer despite your attempts to push him away. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You gave up then, falling into his embrace. You sobbed against his chest like he had come back from the dead, hugging him like you were afraid he would disappear. The last three years weren’t real; you were still happily married, and he hadn’t killed anyone. You could almost forget where you were and what he had done. Everything would be so much easier if you did.

He was caught by surprise when you kissed him – you could hear it in his gasp and the way he suddenly tensed before relaxing and cupping your cheeks in his hands, urging you to deepen the kiss. You didn’t stop him there, letting his hands roam over your body as he made you sit up on the sink, lips only leaving yours to suck and nibble at the skin available on your neck and chest.

You closed your eyes as the man that had destroyed your life all those years ago ravished you with abandon. He had blood on his hands and he had betrayed you beyond forgiveness. But did any of that matter now?

You refused to believe it did.

Not when his kisses felt like fire on your skin, the cold ceramic of the sink under you barely noticeable as he stripped you naked from the waist down, fingers at your burning core the moment your panties were discarded aside. You were dripping wet before he even touched you, legs shaking as you worked him free of his belt. You wanted him inside you. You would die without him.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he whispered against your cheek as he rutted into you, slender fingers gripping your hip and raising a knee up as he fucked you at a rapid pace, hips snapping against the back of your thighs.

Your core burned in pleasure and pain, your whines and moans muffled by his mouth as he made you feel every inch of him. You had missed his body against yours, his cock inside you, hard and hot and maddening. He fucked you like it was the last time, forcing you to take every inch of him again and again until you were hoarse from screaming and your neck and chest were marked with his teeth. It reminded you of your life from before, when he would come home and fuck you like you were nothing but a whore, leaving you crying, bruised, and dripping with his cum before kissing you senseless and taking care of you for the rest of the night.

Only after did you realize he fucked you like that after a successful killing.

It was madness. All of this. But why would you care when the world itself had become mad?

“Promise you’ll stay with me?” you hesitantly asked as you regained your breath, his forehead pressed against yours and his cum dripping down your leg.

The way he looked at you – full of desire and contentment – made you gift him a smile of your own. He smiled back, a genuine smile, and, for the first time since he was gone, you felt at peace.

“I do. And I never break a promise. I’m not letting you go.”

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Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone! I'm not really that new to Tumblr, so I do know how this whole thing works. I just kinda deleted my old acc, and made this one for a fresh start so yeah:)

Do's

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Girl x girl

Boy x boy

Gender nuetral reader/non binary reader

Platonic age gaps

PLATONIC family pieces (like, brother x sister, sister x sister, platonic stuff yk)

Don'ts

Rape

Huge age gaps (from four years apart and up)

Incest

Yandre/Tsundre

Character x animal/furry kinda thing

Kidnapping (unless it is part of a story and the kidnapper is platonic e.g. the grabber x platonic!reader etc)

A scenario in which the reader dies

Spirit x Reader (like a ghost kind of spirit, because that's js weird)

Specific AU's (e.g. Mafia!Seungcheol x reader. I'm general I js think it's a no)

People who I write for:

Seventeen

All members

Alice In Borderland

Shuntaro Chishiya

Yuzuha Usagi

Ryohei Arisu

Kuina

Ann

Suguru Niragi

Ginji Kyuma

Daikichi Karube

Mira

Aguni

Akane Heiya

Kotoko Shiga

Sunato Banda

Kōdai Tatta

Oki Yaba

All Of Us Are Dead

Lee Su-hyeok

Choi Nam-ra

Lee Cheong-san

Nam On-jo

Yoon Gwi-nam

Park Mi-jin

Jang Ha-ri

Jang Woo-jin

Min Eun-ji

Han Gyeong-su

Yang Dae-su

Stray Kids

All members

BTS

All members

Blackpink

All members

Any Kpop groups

Squid Game

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang Jun ho

Abdul Ali

Front Man

Cho Sang woo

There might be more added to this, but I will try to make a Masterlist sometime soon. So cya, and have a lovely day. Don't forget to drink water and eat something, love you all!

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Kuzuryu Keiichi

Head in the Clouds Kuzuryu Keiichi; Last Boss/Samura Takatora; Niragi Suguru; Chishiya Shuntaro; Arisu Ryohei; Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader (separate) One Shot Word Count: -- Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut Incomplete COMING SOON