Banda may be ooc ( English isn’t my first language )
PART 1 ( right here <3 )
WARNINGS: mentions about sex, nsfw, obsessive behavior & Banda whos pussydrunk.
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Ever since you had sex with Banda & he insisted on eating you out, he couldn’t stop asking to do it with you again and it’s even worse if he suddenly ask about it in front of your friends who strangely stares at you both.
And the fact that he just nonchalantly stares at your friends, basically observing their behavior scares them a lot. I mean, who wouldn’t be scared of a serial killer who’s obviously obsessed with your pussy?
Even if he loves it, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love everything about you. Well.. if he did, he’s totally cooked instead of you being burnt by him.
”Y/N.“ He called you in the middle of a game with you helping your other friends out, “What do you need, Sunato?“ Yes. If you’re wondering, you’re on first name basis with him, he instantly saw you as his wife in first sight. ( even though you two aren’t married yet. )
”I have a surprise for you later.“ He whispered and you completely heard it in both of your ears. You could hear his beautiful, deep voice and behind those are the dark secrets of the past when he was in the real world.
And you know that he keeps his promises only for you.
You shivered at the thought of him going wild for your pussy, “Err.. Is that something I should be worried about?“ Let’s just say you hoped it wasn’t and he will forget later, but you know what they say, don’t celebrate too early.
He walked away without answering your question. His silhouette fades away in the distance and you were completely wondering what his answer was, pray you won’t have to suffer his begging later when you two get back home.
Chishiya came by your side and sighs softly, “Surely it won’t be hard to please him, right? Don’t be too broken when you come to talk with us later.“ you lightly scoff as you glance at him.
”You won’t know if you try.. Remember when you said that, Chishi?“ He smirked and walked back to where he came from before going up to you, while he was slowly walking away from you, he blurted out a warning. "Keep your heads up because he’s a serial killer.“
Banda is a serial killer and was put in death row for killing 4 women. You were absolutely terrified of him when you and Chishiya met him in the Jack of Hearts, he had this eerie aura radiating around him that no one dared to go near the serial killer.
You didn’t even know he was a serial killer until Chishiya mentioned about his crimes and the horrible things he did when he was in the real world halfway through the game.
All his victims were maybe innocent women or not. If he seduced them, I could tell I know the reason—Banda is handsome. He knows that himself and is pretty confident and cocky about it. Those innocent people sadly fell for his traps and you worry about being one of them.
‘No! Don’t think about Banda playing with your feelings and just go back what your friends had ordered you to do.’
You focused on what you were doing and thinking about Banda was slowly fading away as you succumbed to flowstate but you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your heart.
Well, looks like you are suspicious of Banda now, I guess. Let’s hope the surprise isn’t him killing you while you are at your last breath.
AGENDA - Just random/casual SFW Banda x GN!Reader HCs! :DDD
🎀- As we know, definitely would manipulate you into doing things. But wouldn’t let you get harmed(normally).
🎀- You probably caught his attention through your mind(likewise in the Chishiya HCs) and he probably was just gonna use you at first >_<.
🎀- This mf is so goddamn hot for no reason-
🎀- He would tease you a bunch, but is genuinely curious sometimes.
🎀- In addition, would probably ask things like “Don’t you know I’m a killer?” Or ask why you are so close with someone so openly manipulative.
🎀- Would show his affection through maybe small acts of service, quality time and teamwork, mutual understanding.
🎀- Is absolutely NOT fast-paced with romance.
🎀- Would gaslight himself of his feelings, and would convince himself you’re replaceable.
🎀- Hides a lot of internal secrets about you behind his poker face.
🎀- Just sits. Observes. Would absolutely just take in how your mind works, and would admire it all.
🎀- For you two to be partners in crime, he would need a slightly more social counterpart. Don’t mistake that for being reckless and loud though.
🎀- Adores cruel, and courageous people who aren’t afraid of death.
🎀- Won’t always let you in on his plans. After all, that’s his to know, and yours to figure out.
🎀- He’s pretty sly with it too. He doesn’t make it apparent that you two are connected and relative to one another in games.
🎀- Is not a very emotional person. Will know how to manipulate you, but you will never get a hold of his mind whatsoever.
🎀- He will never pry with your emotions. Won’t question or ask. Just observe how you react and respond.
🎀- Honestly, I feel like he is possessive, but very quiet about it. Will warn you slightly about shady players, but wouldn’t straight up say not to talk to them.
🎀- Would kill someone in front of you without hesitation.
🎀- A relationship with him wouldn’t be very strong ngl. He would be a little obsessed over you, but wouldn’t show it. It seems more like a mutual friendship.
🎀- He definitely is a person of fancy words and complex vocabulary LMAO but is kinda casual with it ykwim? Doesn’t say it with any sort of formality, but it sounds complex coming out of his mouth.
“can you kidnap me, can you really chain me to the floor and just murder me, cut my heart out in the dark.”
— I H3ART Y0U by Boy Fantasy
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pairing : banda sunato x flirty gn!reader
genre : fluff(?), suggestive
synopsis : you're aware that the man you're flirting with has murdered four women before, but what's wrong with a little fun? and lucky for you, you've caught the eye of that particular serial killer.
author's note : I'm well aware of the high demand of banda fics, so I'm here to serve you banda lovers(including me)...he might be slightly ooc(?) I don't know. my man has short screentime, we don't know much of him really 💀
solitary confinement, huh? you thought, standing in the area upstairs, in the central guardroom, after you've put on your collar. you notice chishiya there, the man you've been with when you were at the beach. he caught your interest due to his cunning demeanor and how he could always clear the games with high risk. you were sure he'd clear this one too, so you didn't worry much about him.
what did catch your interest currently, is the guy who came in last. you knew who he was. the infamous banda sunato, who has killed four women and was on death row. how do I know this? you may ask, well, i just like reading about crimes.
as cruel and psychopathic as his actions were, you still considered him attractive. he had such a pretty boy look, how could you not fawn over him?
amidst your thoughts, you decided to walk up to him. "heyy, pretty boy~ say, why don't we make an alliance?" you say, sending him a little smirk as you accentuated the 'pretty boy' part.
his head turned towards you as he made eye contact with you, you felt your whole body turn tense. his eye contact is so...intense. you can't help but feel tense. he gave you a small smile, "I see, you're quite the bold one, aren't you? you don't mind taking risks, I like that. but that's going to give you consequences someday."
he paused, then "yes, let's be allies. friends, even. let's have fun in this game, shall we?" he said, his smile growing a little bigger. to you, it looked quite...menacing but you found it attractive at the same time. maybe you really are crazy.
suddenly, a guy with bangs blocking one of his eye came up to you and banda. you think he looks emo and quite edgy.
"tell me what my symbol is, and I'll tell you yours." the emo says, in quite a condescending tone.
"that's a pretty aggressive attitude to take..." banda says as he stared him down.
"that kind of childishness makes you painfully transparent. you're ashamed of the darkness inside you, which makes you petty and jealous. you try to keep yourself safe behind those bangs. you hide your face so that people won't see your ugly, empty soul. you're a pathetic excuse of a human being who judges others to feel better. pathetic and small. but that's what I like about you–"
he pauses, "–we should be friends." he smiles.
you observe the interaction from the two, you could tell banda was devoid of emotions. his eyes are intense but soulless. you keep feeling oddly attracted to him more and more.
round one was over and you were standing beside the little serial killer boy. matsushita was away to get snacks from the food area.
you pretty much were openly staring at him, seriously. you can't help but stare at little details of his face, until he caught you.
"you know, if I were you, I would've been more subtle with it." he says, as his eyes locked on yours.
"why should I be subtle? the whole point of me being obvious is so you'd know I'm openly staring at you due to me finding you rather appealing. you're really really really pretty you know. I'm being so serious right now." you respond, amused by your stupid directness.
"you're quite entertaining." he smirked, staring intensely into your eyes.
"I'm having fun with you already and the game has only just begun." his eyes never breaking contact with yours, you find yourself lost in his empty eyes.
that is, until you looked away, slapping your cheeks. no way bro I thought I was supposed to be the flirt!
you thought of something smooth to say to counterattack banda quickly, "well, you can have even more fun with me in bed." FUCK! why did i say that?! dont forget he killed people! he might even kill me because of this later!! well, actually nevermind. he can murder and torture me all he wants. I don't really have anything to go back to anyway... unfortunately.
you were pulled away from your thoughts as you heard a low chuckle beside you, oh no...even his chuckle is hot.
"you never fail to amuse me"
"you're quite something to be able to say that to someone like me with ease. I'm sure you already know my past, don't you? is this your attempt to seduce me?"
"haha...what, no, hahaha who said that??" that was the most terrible attempt to lie ever...
"you've definitely seduced me, you're quite the compelling one you know? I didn't expect to meet someone like that in this world." his eyes still fixated on you, you were malfunctioning. thank goodness, it was already the start of the second round.
the only people left now were you, serial killer, emo buddy, the girl, suit man and cheshire boy. you've noticed that chishiya has lost his partner, that poor guy was too kind hearted.
you go to the food area for some snacks and notice two people there interacting, you decide to observe the said interaction. then the girl walks pass by you. you then turn towards chishiya and notice the snack he is holding, "promoting the snack aren't ya, chishi?
"you could say my marketing is pretty good. but I was just deducing something through the snack. matsushita and kotoko kept picking the same brand of snack, suspicious isn't it?" he gives you that sly smirk of his. you know that he's already deduced who the jack of hearts already is.
"by the way, you know that sunato banda guy murdered four women, right? are you seriously risking your life for that man?" he questions, you could tell it was genuine.
"I'm well aware, I don't mind risking my life for him. I have nothing to live for and nothing to come back to. all I can do is have some fun with him and get myself killed, I guess. if I die though, you gotta live for me, chishiya."
he lets out a little chuckle, but doesn't say anything.
"but anyway, do you want me to tell you what your suit is or do you want to rely on your gut and risk your life like always?" you ask
"as much as I'd like to risk my life, it's better you tell me, y/n."
"well, your suit is diamond. also I might actually try that snack of yours."
ah, the sweet air of the last round. you're currently waiting in your cell as what chishiya has ordered you to do. you could hear matsushita's goofy little laugh outside the cell.
then you hear a door opening, which you know is chishiya, he expresses how he found matsushita suspicious and then banda came out. you came out at the same time as well.
"most people won't even talk to a guy like me. but you wanted to kill me. I could sense that in you right away. so I wanted to see if you were smart, or just stupid, or whether you were a true psychopath."
"b-but they talked to you! they came up to you first before me! they're more suspicious!"
"that's true, but unlike you, they're just the type to take risks. you're the type to not trust strangers easily, yet you trusted banda." chishiya says
"you thought you were controlling me this whole time. but I was manipulating you into thinking that way. ultimately, it was your huge superiority complex that gave you away." banda then says
they go on and on as you zoned out, you really don't care about monologuing so you just decided to stay quiet.
you decided to wait outside the cell as you heard matsushita's scream as banda tortured him. you began to ponder on the different ways banda could've tortured him, you're quite knowledged in some torture methods. you liked to research about them before.
as he finished, he walked towards you whilst yaba had begun to walk outside of the prison.
"shall we go now, y/n?" he asks, as he stared at you with those empty eyes of his like every other time.
"I guess so, your job here is done anyway. say, you have some sexy shoulders." you say as you winked, god were you insufferable.
"speaking of which," he pushed your back towards the wall and leaned close to your face,
"I haven't passed up the offer of having even more fun with you in bed, have I?" he smirks
I swear I could write better please, I just half assed this because I've got little time so just bear with me here. I still hope you liked it a little bit at least. I think I wrote chishiya a little ooc too 😭
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.)
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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.”
Can I get AIB characters (if you can only do a few I’d definitely want chisiya and Kuina) with a S/O who kisses their stuffed animals goodnight
ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …
▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%
ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!
・❥・ requested
→ gn!reader
KUINA knew you had a soft spot for stuffed toys as it helps you sleep better at night; the toys fighting against your nightmares as you reasoned to her. Your cuteness would definitely get onto her, giving not only you a good night kiss but also your stuffed toy a kiss on the nose too.
CHISHIYA had never met someone who kisses their stuffed animals before going to bed until he met you. It was strange as per his thoughts, but as strange as he thinks it is, it was a good kind of strange. If it makes you happy, who is he to take away your happiness?
Sure he'd get jealous because you'd cuddle with your plushie before going to bed, but he'd rather die than let you know that he finds you adorable with your cuteness.
BONUS!
"What? Are you still a kid? What's the stuffed animal for?"
Of course Yaba wouldn't understand, but BANDA would. You love stuffed animals and knew how you'd give them good night kisses before going to bed. Coming home to see you sleeping while hugging one brought always brought an endearing warmth to his heart.
"I love you" he'd whisper into your ear before going over to his side of the bed, treating your stuffed animal as if it was yours and his small baby.
