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multifandomxreader · 1 year

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Reader x sunato banda

Maybe where the reader was also a murderer in the real world and when he/she gets to the frontier he/she meets sunato who he/she gets along really well with and they're like a powerful couple of psychopaths and they play this prisoner game together (forgot the name).

Sorry if there are any mistakes, I used google translate :/

You don't have to do this if you don't want to :)

Sunato Banda x gn reader

I found it very interesting to write this, just know that I do not condone the behavior of the characters, this is just fiction. I hope you enjoy it!

TW: typical violence, death... let me know if there's anything else

You ravished in it, the death and despair of the borderlands. In the old world you could barely contain your rage, your true self. But here you could just do whatever you wanted, it was heaven.

It was just another regular game,even though the levels had increased, there was nothing you couldn’t handle. You were one of the firsts to arrive and waited in the central guardroom, analysing everyone, enjoying their fear. The person that caught your eye was the last one to arrive. "Difficulty, Jack of Hearts." You smirked, heart games were the ones you enjoyed the most. So much chaos, so much killing. The voice explained the rules but you couldn’t keep your eyes off the mysterious guy, he had a dark aura surrounding him and it pulled you in. The game started, most joined together in groups but you waited a bit longer to observe the intriguing stranger. The second the guy in the grey sweater came up to him you became suspicious, there might have been a bit of jealousy too.

“Let’s be friends” You quirked your eyebrow at that and knew you would have to get rid of grey sweater somehow. Joining the biggest group was to smartest thing to do and your only option since there wasn’t really anyone to trust. The first round was over and nobody got eliminated, a pity. Things got a bit more interesting when a hot-tempered guy threw his ‘buddy’ on the ground. Banda, you read his name on the board, knelt down besides the smaller man and told him to lie to the bully. You started to like him more and more, you just hoped he wasn’t the Jack of Hearts so you would have a chance to survive this game together.

More rounds passed and more people died. People were freaking out and lying to eachother, you on the other hand were enjoying it. You could even snack while watching the mayhem. You felt that Banda was enjoying it too. You were now certain Matsushita was the Jack of Hearts. He was following around Banda like a lapdog and it was pissing you off, a shame you weren’t allowed to kill.

You wanted to get to know Banda but Matsushita barely left his side, the only interaction you had was staring, intense staring. There were only five other people left and you felt the ending of the game approach. You finally took your shot and followed Banda into the bathroom. “You’ve been staring at me, if I didn’t know better I would think you were the Jack of Hearts.” You chuckled, taking a step closer to him. “But you do know better, we both do. That’s why we’re still alive.” He smiled knowingly. “Why are you participating in the games in this land? Until now, I’ve never been in a land as beautiful as this one.” You were surprised by his sudden question but answered surely “This land strips us down to our true forms, hunters, and prey. Unlike the old world where hunters like us would get punished for just being what nature wants us to be.” “I think you and I might be very similar.” He whispered while his hand caressed your cheek and neck. “I”m glad we found in each other an equal, trustworthy partner, perfect for this game.” He nodded “Let’s make this world ours.” You smirked “First, we’ll have to find out more about it. Why don’t we nicely ask Matsushita?”

The final reveal. Only Banda, Chishiya, Matsushita, and you were left. Fear crept into his eyes when he realized what you wanted. You threw the Jack into his cell, and Banda took out his tools. “What are you going to do to me?!” Matsushita panicked. “One doesn’t often get the chance to have a nice long conversation with a citizen.” You answered, “You’ll tell us everything you know about this land.” Banda started with a razor and every move he made turned you on more, you helped when he handed you a knife, and together you got to know more about your soon-to-be kingdom. Sadly your intel offed himself after just an hour. You could have watched Banda’s art for hours more but you knew you would see more in the future.

The game ended and you won. High on victory and in ecstasy, you pulled him in for a kiss. He returned it with the same force, your tongue slipped passed his lips and you had to pull back to breathe. Foreheads touching, hands enlocked “Let’s take over this world, together.” “Together.”

#banda sunato #banda sunato x reader #banda sunato x gn reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland x gn reader #aib season 2 #aib spoilers #aib x reader #aib x gn reader #blood tw #tw blood #tw knife #knife tw #tw violence #tw violent thoughts

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malicious-vampire · 5 months

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Going on long night walks around the lake and into dark alleys, longing for something to happen. But the only people I encounter either walk their dog or hurry home from work. How boring.

Just once I want someone to approach me just so I can watch my knife slide into their flesh. Someone who wanted to look for trouble and found it sooner than they imagined. To have something dangerously sweet, but close enough to the common morals that close friends will still side with me if I get caught. They would never understand the pleasure.

The world is such a disappointing place.

#tw violence #tw violent thoughts #aspd #actually aspd #tw murder #para safe #murder kink

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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this post is absolutely going to get flagged with a mature label, and i don’t care because somebody needs to say this.

you all need to learn the difference between impulsive thoughts and intrusive thoughts!!!!

i’m so tired of hearing people use the term incorrectly and saying “let the intrusive thoughts win!”

impulsive thoughts or harmless thoughts that you want to act on. they are strong urges that come to your head very quickly and while they might not necessarily be good choices, no harm comes from them.

impulsive thoughts

“i should cut my hair and dye it neon green.”

“i should write smutty fanfiction about a hot character i like.”

“i should go by 3 scoops of ice cream because i suddenly gotten an urge for ice cream 20 seconds ago.”

intrusive thoughts are harmful. they intrude into your mind, particularly if you’re a neurodivergent person, and are thoughts that you don’t want to have about harmful, traumatic things (ie p*doph*lia, incest, self-harm, SA, etc.) that you would never want to do; they can often disgust you.

intrusive thoughts:

“i’m babysitting and i could hypothetically kidnap this kid.”

“i’m in the kitchen cutting food - i could kill someone i love with this knife.”

“i’m in the train station. i could push somebody onto the tracks or down the stairwell.”

i have had intrusive thoughts so bad that i threw up out of disgust. i know i am not the only one. it makes me so frustrated when people say intrusive when they mean impulsive so now that you know, please correct your vocabulary. please stop saying “let the intrusive thoughts win uwu 🥰” when you’re just talking about drawing sexy fanart.

and for anyone else out there who suffers really bad intrusive thoughts sometimes - they do not make you a bad person; they are out of your control. you recognize that they are bad, you do not act on them, and that means you are a good person.

stay strong.

#vocabulary #mental health #self love #impulse #fanfiction #fanart #x reader #tw sa mention #tw intrusive thoughts #tw violent thoughts

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clownrecess · 11 months

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(TW VENT AND VIOLENCE MENTION)

Everyone experience different and need stop act like everybody same.

Neurofeedback HURT ME. NOT HELP. NOT HELP ME.

Neurofeedback supposed to help people, NOT HELP ME. HURT. HURT.

my brain waves were "irregular", it made me feel sick, and I want to cry.

STOP ACT LIKE ALL HELP. Help some. not all. not help me. feel terrible. hurt. hurt.

made me feel fucking terrible and I want someone to crush my head with a sledge hammer. (/nsrs)

#tw vent #vent #tw violent death #tw violent thoughts #tw violence #neurofeedback #nonspeaking #high support needs #actually autistic #neurodivergent #aac user #autism #nonspeaking autistic #aac users #disabled #nonverbal #no rb

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pluralquotebook · 2 months

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🐙: Could I cut our finger off with these safety scissors?

🌩: Or how about, and I know this is wild, you not even try?

#mod 🛣️#plural quotes #system sillies #plural memes #system memes #plural stuff #endo safe #pro endo #multiplicity #endo friendly #plural system #anon quote #tw violence #tw violent thoughts

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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I should by all rights be asleep, but I was hit by the muse and finally wrote a little drabble for the Corinthian Bros AU. So here it is, (trigger warning for implied /imagined violence cuz ita the Corinthian what do you expect?)

If you're just stumbling on this AU the premise is that Dream doesnt fully unmake The Corinthian but does make a new younger one to replace him and puts Cori 1 in charge of training his successor as a requisite to staying Made. Check out the #Corinthian Bros AU tag for more art and stuff

Reflections on an Inexperienced Youth

The Corinthian never been young. Not really. He's been new, inexperienced, naive. But never young, not like humans were, not like this.

It was more than strange, looking into a face that showed what he could have looked like, had he developed in the way humans did. If he'd had the experience of growing up, instead of just growing older. A face that was both his and yet not his--and yet would be.

The Knock-Off had the same jut of his chin, the set of his brow, the curve of his cheeks--but all softened, smoothed over, hidden under a layer of baby fat that lingered from a non-existent childhood.

His mannerisms had the same sort of off-familitary. He had The Corinthian's voice, his gait, his penchant for sarcasm. But it was all softer, lighter. The Corinthian wasn't sure if this was meant to be part of the Knock-Off's presented youth, or simply his actual new-ness. He was lacking The Corinthian's years of experience…and he was free of the burdens those years carried as well.

The Knock-Off could still look at the Dreaming and feel wonder, could still undertake his assigned role and find fulfillment, could still sit at Dream's feet and have Dream look down at him with approval, with fondness.

If The Corinthian was meant to be a dark mirror to humanity, then the Knock-Off, he thought bitterly, was a mirror just for him. A fun house mirror that terrified not by showing you a grotesquely warped version of yourself, but by showing you a better version, one you could have been, and now could never be.

A very large part of The Corinthian, as he knelt above the Knock-Off, having once more pinned him to the ground during a training session, wanted nothing more than to take his knife and plunge it into the Knock-Off's heart. Slice away at that softness, break that naivete into a thousand pieces, and watch him bleed out as he had so many pretty, soft young men. Make the reflection's exterior match the brokenness of the original's interior.

Of course stabbing the brat wouldn't do anything, not here, not in the Dreaming. Well, it wouldn't do anything but get him Unmade by a further displeased Dream, who'd made it very clear he wasn't to do anything to actually harm his eventual replacement. But The Corinthian thought he might feel better for at least a bit before getting turned back into dreamstuff.

Another part of him--a part he slashed and stabbed at and tried to bury six feet down each time it came back-- wanted to reach out and touch that baby-soft cheek, feel the swell of it as the Knock-Off grinned that stupid cocky grin of his.

He wanted to ruffle up the manufactured casualness of that golden hair, just long enough to fall into the Knock-Off's eye-teeth so that he was constantly having to blow it away when he thought no one was looking.

He wanted to take the Ki--the Knock-Off and get him an actually decent pair of sunglasses, not the cheap plastic crap pair he'd scrounged up for himself out of some Dreamer's work related nightmare about Walmart.

He wanted for once, to have his reflection look back at him and--and be pleased with what was there.

#my writing #corinthian bros au #the corinthian #the second corinthian #tw violent thoughts #tw implied violence #tw implied murder #cori's got a crap ton of issues #the sandman #dream of the endless #sandman #Morpheus #the Dreaming #lets see if the muse will come to me to finish the next chapter of Enchanted AU huh?#sandman au #sandman fic

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enslavedheart · 1 year

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What do you mean I can't beat everyone that's ever abused or hurt you to death with a hammer?:( I mean, they all deserve it, don't they?

#I do not endorse this I'm just venting #yandere #yandere coping #bpd shit #unhealthy coping mechanisms #tw violent thoughts #tw yandere #intrusive thoughts #loveletterstoghost♡

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devotion-ismy-emotion · 18 days

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Sure I’m kinda violent and possessive and insane and selfish and manipulative but it’s just because I love you so much ♡

#lovesick #possessive love #yandere vent #yandere blog #actually borderline #violent yandere #tw violent thoughts #actually obsessive

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z0mbib0i · 4 months

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Feeling vampiric and cannibalistic and wanting to consume them so they never get to leave you. Wanting every drop of blood in your mouth. Wanting every piece of flesh between your teeth. Consuming their heart while holding it tenderly and carefully.

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nonbinary-wyvern · 20 days

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me too

#tw stabbing #tw violent language #tw violent thoughts #1hp club #1hp club webtoon #nbwyvernreads

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reliquaryofflesh · 2 months

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Let’s play Fight Club. Slap, punch, kick, slam each other into the walls and tackle each other to the floor. And then let’s fuck nasty. Or nicely. I don’t care let’s just fuck after we beat each other up. Press our aching bodies together, kiss with bloody lips and caress with red-knuckled hands. Maybe fall asleep battered and spent in each others arms and wake up sore but satisfied.

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chemicalcarousel · 1 year

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system where all parts are hyper avoidant of conflict and will definitely let themselves get abused to avoid making thyoe abuser upset except that one spiteful bastard who wishes death upon any stranger online who disagrees with them on the silliest stuff

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ravenzeppeli · 28 days

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Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.

As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.

"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"

You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.

You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.

For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."

You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.

He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.

"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.

"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."

He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.

Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.

"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.

"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.

You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.

"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.

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You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.

You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.

"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."

You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.

You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.

His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."

"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.

"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."

The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.

You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.

He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."

"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?

"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.

"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."

"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.

The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."

You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.

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